Man About Town
"Who are you?"
It's a simple one, right?
No. No, not really.
Because if it was,
you wouldn't be here.
You people are going
to find out who you are.
So, you are going to write
a daily Journal.
And guess what?
tomorrow morning.
You're gonna get up,
sit down,
and you are going to tell
the Journal your name,
a bit about yourself,
your life and your world.
"Who...
"am...
...I?"
I shall see you all again
next week.
Journal entry, day one.
My name is Jack Giamoro.
I live in Malibu, California,
with my wife Nina.
Nina is...
Nina is...
a good swimmer.
She likes to swim.
We've been married four years,
and she's a very...
strong swimmer.
My father, Ben Giamoro,
lives with us now.
Dad was a movie producer in the '60s,
mostly low-budget
teen car chase movies,
science fiction stuff.
It wasn't what he wanted to do,
but he was strong and bullheaded
Six months,
two weeks ago today,
Dad had a stroke
Dad's...
Dad is getting better.
I am a talent agent.
I help talented people navigate their dreams
through a treacherous world.
I specialize in handling
television writers,
people that would be much better suited
to this assignment than I am.
Some mornings I get to work
and it's easy.
I'm good and calm, relaxed,
ready to face whatever
the day throws at me.
Some mornings I get stuck in traffic, though.
I get stuck in traffic,
and I sit there and think about my life,
about the world,
about what's out there
waiting to take me,
to test me, to destroy me.
On these days,
I get to work Just a tad less friendly.
End of Journal entry.
Good morning.
Partner meeting in ten minutes.
I got it.
Hey, Jack, you need anything?
Coffee, bagel?
No, I'm fine, thank you.
Hey, you see the game yesterday?
It was a good shot.
Last minute.
Lucky, get out.
I think my wife
has been having an affair.
I don't know who it is,
but I think my wife may be
having an affair.
Partner meeting.
Yeah, I'm coming.
Be right there.
All right.
We gonna start?
We're waiting for you, Jack.
Are you gonna sit down?
I've got an 11:
30 at NBC.I don't wanna crease this shirt.
Start.
You're a tragic figure.
I swear to God.
Do you have that David Lilly lunch today?
Yeah, I do, but it's not a lock,
so we'll see.
You'll sign him.
I have faith.
I IMDB'd him last night.
The guy's created seven hit series
and he's still only 35.
He's way too hot for us
not to own him.
He's a bucket of money, Jack.
We need him. Make it happen.
I'm aware of that,
thank you very much, guys,
I appreciate it.
I'm Just saying he took the meeting with me
as a favor to me.
I will sign him,
it may not be today
that I sign him, okay?
- Calm down.
- So, Jack...
what's this adult ed class
you took last night?
Where did you hear about that?
What class are you taking?
Journal writing?
What is that for?
It's a self-exploration technique.
It's meant to make me
I'll probably be recommending
everybody take the class.
Oh, come on.
You got us in karate,
Kabbalah meetings,
environmental coffees.
Any chance you're gonna
sh*t-can this thing
so I can sit home one night
and lay around on the couch?
I don't sh*t-can things.
I finish what I start.
Why don't you Just go to therapy
like normal f***ed up people do?
Why don't we start the meeting?
How about that?
Hey! Put the phone down.
Who'd you tell I was
taking that class?
Did you tell Arlene's assistant?
- The truth?
- Yes, the truth.
I think I did.
Lucky, you...
Why would you do that?
That's my private business.
I don't like my personal business
being out in the street, okay?
As a blanket rule,
do not tell anybody
anything about my life ever, okay?
Who else did you tell?
- The truth?
- Yes, Lucky, the truth!
David Lilly's assistant.
Oh, my God!
to drinks last night.
I don't know how
you graduated from Harvard.
You have the common sense
of a five-year-old.
If I didn't have so much to do
today, I'd fire you.
Mom, I gotta go.
So, Jack,
what is up with you and this
Journal-writing course?
Come on, man.
What is that?
That's... that's funny that you ask.
That's...
Just something
I'm doing on the side
to try to understand
Look, man, you know,
what it comes down to is...
I love writers.
That's my life.
I always wanted to be a writer,
but I'm not.
I'm not good enough and... you are.
L... Look, I gotta ask you something.
before you answer.
David, are you happy?
Well, I'm not doing
anything as drastic
But, yeah.
I stay happy.
You don't have to dress
up in women's clothes
to write in that thing, do you?
That's funny.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- How was your day?
- Brutal.
How was
the scleroderma dinner?
It was good.
Bob Saget was funny.
Where'd you go after that?
You did?
Yeah.
That's weird.
My cell phone was on all night.
Coverage in this city
is so in and out.
What's up with that?
Should I read this?
Should I?
No! I don't need
to read this yet.
I don't need to read
any of your Journals.
You know why?
Because there's nothing in them.
They're empty, boring,
surface fluff.
First week always is.
Nothing.
Short staccato sentences
masquerading as disclosure.
It's what you know about
yourself without my help.
Your postman knows
more about you than this.
I want more.
This week, I want secrets.
Things other people don't know.
Things you don't know... yet.
Because, you see,
the clues to who you are
It's like hidden gold under
a twenty-foot pile of horseshit.
Nobody wants to dig through it.
But guess what?
It's in there. The truth.
Waiting patiently under
all the horseshit
that is the build-up
So...
go in and get it, people.
Dig for the truth.
And people, please.
Spelling. It's important.
Get it right.
So...
I'll see you next week.
Hey, Dad.
Hey.
You're up.
This was your mother's favorite show.
I waited too long to marry.
I should have done it in my twenties.
I'm too set in my ways.
I've treated Nina
like a possession,
one of the things I've struggled for,
like my company,
my clients, my abdomen.
I work harder on my abdomen
than I do on my marriage.
You know why?
Because this will be
the David Lilly Agency, that's why.
Because every
single person we have here
would be devoted
to advancing your career.
Come on, David.
I talked to you last week.
You said you'd think about it.
You're unrepresented right now.
Yeah, Jack,
I thought it through,
and I'm gonna pass
and say thank you.
All right.
I understand that.
That's perfectly reasonable.
But will you
at least do me the honor
of passing to me in person
on the floor of
the Lakers game tonight?
Hold on a second, okay?
Hey, Brynn.
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