Man About Town

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"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?

You'll start the first thing

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

and people loved him.

Six months,

two weeks ago today,

Dad had a stroke

that almost killed him.

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.

So, while I guarantee you

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

a better team player here.

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!

They wanted to switch lunch

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

the writing process better.

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.

And think about this

before you answer.

David, are you happy?

Well, I'm not doing

anything as drastic

as writing a morning diary.

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?

I called you a couple times.

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

are buried in those secrets.

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

of our silly little lives.

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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