Jerry Maguire Page #4

She rises, shifting back to being a somewhat relaxed young

woman of 26. It's a transition she makes, oh, 500 times a

day.

DOROTHY:

(continuing)

Well, thanks.

JERRY:

Well, take care.

DOROTHY:

And have fun at your bachelor

party.

Jerry pauses just a moment, but it's long enough. Dorothy

freezes.

DOROTHY:

(continuing)

Oh no.

JERRY:

No no. I knew.

DOROTHY:

(slow sigh)

Nnnnn. I just killed the surprise.

JERRY:

No, I'm just... anxiously looking

past it. I already had my

bachelor party. It was called "my

twenties." See you later.

Jerry takes off.

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18.

DOROTHY:

I loved your memo, by the way.

He stops. Turns. She flashes the well-thumbed copy in her

purse. Jerry takes a step closer, interested and flattered.

JERRY:

Thanks... actually, it was just a

"Mission Statement."

Ray has taken Jerry's free hand, and begun swinging on him.

DOROTHY:

I think in this age, optimism like

that... it's a revolutionary act.

JERRY:

(eager for feedback)

You think so?

DOROTHY:

Oh tsht. Yes.

JERRY:

I appreciate that, because some of

that stuff... you know, it was two

in the morning and...

DOROTHY:

-- the part about "we should

embrace what it is still virginal

about our enthusiasm" --

Jerry looks slightly edgy at the naked vulnerability of his

words.

DOROTHY:

(continuing)

-- "and we should all force open

the tightly-clenched fist of

commerce, and give a little back

for the greater good.". I mean, I

was inspired, and I'm an

accountant. Ray, don't spill my

coffee.

Jerry looks more nervous, as Ray has now taken his mother's

hand. He is now swinging on both of them.

RAY:

One-two-three... swing.

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19.

DOROTHY:

Hey. To respect yourself enough

to say it out loud, to put

yourself out there, so openly...

(shakes her head)

... I don't know, it got me.

Now Jerry looks concerned, as Ray continues swinging happily.

RAY:

One-two-three, swing.

JERRY:

Thanks. May I offer you both a

ride?

DOROTHY:

Oh no. I'm sure it would just

make your day to drive us all the

way to Manhattan Beach, taking

that left down to little tiny

Waterloo street where you have to

play chicken with oncoming

traffic, and your life flashes

before your eyes, but -- hey, I've

obviously had too much coffee and

all -- here's my sister Laurel to

pick us up. Thanks, though. Bye.

JERRY:

(amused)

Dorothy. Ray. A pleasure.

RAY:

One-two...

Jerry lets Ray down easy. The kid is a little disappointed.

But Maguire bows, always courtly, and exits to get his bag.

He then realizes something amiss and returns quickly, pulling

Ray's hand up again and completing the swing.

JERRY:

... three, swing.

Ray is now happy, in love even, as Jerry exits. Dorothy

laughs, as her sister arrives. LAUREL BOYD is 36. No make-up,

no bullshit. Laurel has a pin on her sweater, which catches

on dorothy's shirt as they hug.

LAUREL:

Come on, I'm double-parked.

Dorothy returns to the world of motherhood, bending down,

gathering Ray's toys. She wipes at Ray's hair.

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20.

("Don't put food in your hair.") She is surprised that

she's a little jazzed from her encounter with Jerry Maguire.

She can't help but look back at Jerry, who catches her

looking. He salutes her, with mock circumstance. She

returns it with a guilty smile. He disappears, and she finds

herself oddly short of breath.

DOROTHY:

(to herself)

Hmmph. Whoever snagged him must

be some classy babe --

INT. AVERY'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT

AVERY BISHOR, 29, makes love to Jerry Maguire at fever pitch.

They are standing on the bed, which is in the corner.

AVERY:

Don't ever stop f***ing me!

JERRY:

Sooner... or later... I'll have to

stop.

AVERY:

Oh Gawd, oh yes, it's never been

better. Never BETTER!!

Nearby, a large and sleepy German Shepard yawns.

AVERY:

(continuing)

Never BETTER!!

The dog snaps awake, a little shook. Avery suddenly yanks

away. Breathing hard, she just looks at Jerry. Sex is a very

serious business with Avery.

AVERY:

(continuing)

Open your eyes.

(he does)

If you ever want me to be with

another woman for you, I would do

it. I'm not interested in it.

There was a time, yes, it felt

normal for me, but it was a phase,

a college thing, like torn Levi's

or law school for you... people

change, but if you ever feel like

being adventurous in that way, I

would do it for you. You want

anything from the kitchen I'm

going to get some fruit --

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21.

She skips off like a colt. Jerry digests what he's just been

told.

JERRY:

(to the next room)

You know. I don't think we need

to do the thing where we tell each

other everything!

AVERY (O.S.)

(laughing)

Jerry, this is what intimacy is!

Jerry rubs his face, as he does often when processing complex

information.

AVERY (0.5.)

Oh -- don't forget tomorrow we

have dinner with Wade Cooksey.

JERRY (0.5.)

I know about the bachelor party.

Avery returns. Her robo body, half-lit now in the hallway,

is a glorious life-long project.

AVERY:

Who told you?

JERRY:

One of the accountants.

She makes a pissed-off sound. She then walks over, taking

his shoulders and bending them forward. She is an expert at

body manipulation, loosening him as she talks.

AVERY:

Jerry. Your buddy Dooler worked

his ass off to make you a tribute

film. All those guys from the

office are coming. Everybody

loves you. Just calm down, relax,

act surprised, and have an amazing

time. And you'll never guess who

narrates your bachelor movie.

INT. FANCY HOTEL SUITE -- NIGHT

Jerry enters the hotel suite and over-acts surprise. He

falls down, clutching his heart, feigning an attack. He looks

around for a bigger reaction than he actually gets.

THE FILM -- SHOWN ON BIG-SCREEN T.V.

It is hosted by MICHAEL JORDAN.

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22.

MICHAEL JORDAN:

I have often wondered where my

career would have been had Jerry

Maguire been my agent. The

answer -- Yugoslavia.

Tepid laughs, as many of the agents turn and grab furtive

looks at Maguire, who stands at the back of the room with his

friend BILL DOOLER. Dooler, husky, 30, looks like a beatnik

on steroids.

DOOLER:

You hear those courtesy laughs,

Jerry? There is a seething

wrongness at the edges of this

party.

JERRY:

Oh come on --

DOOLER:

This is f***in Michael Jordan,

man! They should be screaming.

JERRY:

(eying crowd)

You're imagining it.

They are joined by unctuous agent Bob Sugar. Sugar is a

Maguire wannabee. Puts an arm on Jerry's shoulder.

SUGAR:

We still having lunch tomorrow,

Jerry? Looks like Carl Denton

tested positive for marijuana.

That moves Cush solidly up to

numero uno in the draft.

DOOLER:

Oh, that'll really help this

party! Let's all talk business!

JERRY:

Dooler, you know Bob Sugar.

SUGAR:

(smoothly)

The best commercial director in

the business. I hail you.

DOOLER:

Sorry I yelled. You have

exquisite taste.

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23.

SUGAR:

Everybody's having a great time.

You're both nuts -- the movie's

great.

Sugar moves on, cheerfully.

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