Man About Town Page #3

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Who designed this room?

The closet door looks

exactly like the exit door.

And we're supposed to

keep the closet door locked.

We keep making all these

proclamations,

but nothing ever gets done, so...

I know what you're thinking.

I hate it when you start

a conversation like that, Arlene.

Jack, you love this woman,

I know you do.

You want my advice?

Because I know she loves you, too.

She has been sucking

Phil Balow's cock, Arlene.

Does she expect me

to ever kiss her again?

'Cause that's not gonna happen.

You'll stop on your way home.

You'll grab some Listerine.

She'll have a nice gargle

and then you'll figure

out a way to move on.

That's great relationship

advice from a woman

who doesn't have a living plant

in her apartment.

I have plants.

That Joke is so tired.

Did they send you in here

to save the Balow account?

Is that what this is all about?

Give me a little credit, Jack.

Arlene, tell the truth,

and don't get all defensive

like you do when

you're caught in a lie.

Did they send you in here

to save the Balow account?

Yes, but...

- Get out.

- Jack.

- Get out.

- Fine.

I gave it a shot.

Thought you might want to try to act

like a human being for once.

Not today, I don't.

Lucky, who do you know with a truck

that can move some items fast?

Oh, man,

that's a good question.

I don't think I know

anybody with a truck.

My uncle's out of work.

He's got a truck,

Bunch of buddies.

All right.

Call your uncle,

come to my office.

You're spending

the afternoon with me.

Uncle Jimmy, hey.

This is Mr. Giamoro.

- How you doing?

- Jack knows me. Jimmy Dooley.

We grew up together.

Valley High, right?

I was in your brother

Anthony's class.

Jimmy Dooley.

Right. How you doing?

Good, good.

I mean, not as good as you.

Big shot now.

Big cheese.

Yeah.

Read about you in papers.

You've got this...

You don't call anybody back, but...

Excuse me?

You don't call anybody back.

I called you like ten times

about my girlfriend's screenplays.

You made me look like a dick

to my girlfriend, Jack.

I have a number of items

that I need you to move.

I'll give you the address

I need them to be taken to.

Okay? Come with me, please.

I'm sorry, Jack.

I know I messed up,

but I love you.

I have nothing to say to you.

Don't do this, Jack.

Don't be like this.

Don't throw it all away.

Stay in the fight with me.

Excuse me?

Sorry.

Before I go, I Just wondered

if it would be cool

if I left a headshot and resume?

Yeah. That's fine.

Just leave it right there.

Cool. It's the color kind.

It's the newest thing.

- Great. Terrific.

- Bye.

I Just wish I could

make you understand

how small and how sad it all was,

so you'd know how little

it all meant.

Your stuff will be in the garage

at your mother's.

You can do whatever

you want with it.

I'm no good at being in love.

I was in love once

when I was fourteen.

I was a fat kid.

A fat child. A fat teen.

No one in my adult life

knows that... only Dad.

There was a girl at school.

Leah.

Anthony, are you

any good at this game?

What is it?

Monopoly? Nah.

I don't play that.

I'm a dummy.

Well, sit down, dummy.

We'll teach you.

Tell your brother to sit down.

Yeah.

Sit down, Anthony.

Good idea.

End of entry.

Jack, you need to read this.

"Jack Giamoro immediately hired

a gaggle of low-rent movers

to come and purge his Westside mansion

of all her belongings"?

This is great, Lucky!

How did they get this?

The goddamn press!

Sheesus.

What is "Ling"?

What is that?

Chinese? Korean? Taiwan?

What is "Ling"?

I don't know, but the name

sounds really familiar.

- I'll find out exactly who she is.

- Do that.

Ling, my ass.

It's debilitating to know that after years

of pretending you do,

you actually don't have

the killer instinct.

I wanted to rip Phil's throat out last night,

but I couldn't.

Hey, can you help me out?

My brother Anthony

had the killer instinct.

Anthony went after

everything he ever wanted.

Anthony was like my father.

He was driven and had purpose.

When you want something in life,

you have to fight for it.

Stay with it.

See it through.

You have to be willing

to go the distance in life.

I wasn't willing to fight

the fight for Leah.

And I couldn't go

the distance with Nina.

What I think you are starting to see,

if you're doing the work,

if you're staying with the course,

is that being honest every day,

knowing what you think,

knowing what you feel,

is getting very revealing.

Doors are being opened.

Boxes that have not been rummaged in

for quite some time

are being looked through.

Later, as we wind the course down

and I read your Journals,

I should know you intimately,

perhaps better than

anyone else knows you,

except, of course, yourself.

- Excuse me.

- Sir.

What do you mean,

read our Journals?

I don't think that's

gonna work for me.

I'm a very private person.

Okay. But you may as well leave now,

because there is really

no point in your staying.

Well, it's not that.

I'm Just not that comfortable.

I'm not interested

in your comfort.

I'm not an anesthetist,

I'm a doctor.

I do not get cheap thrills

reading someone's Journal.

I am here to give you the tools

to help you to uncover...

...discover,

and discard...

the crap that is

holding you back.

And you, sir,

definitely have crap

that is holding you back.

"If a way to the better there be,

it exacts a full look at the worst."

Thomas Hardy.

Who?

Who is Thomas Hardy?

Is that what you're asking?

Yes, I am.

Are you not a college man,

Mr. Giamoro?

Community college.

Two years.

But I believe education

can only take you so far.

Quite right.

Absolutely true.

But ego...

...will not get you

the rest of the way.

It will feed you, yes.

It will clothe you well.

But it will leave you cold and alone

and unknowing, I promise.

But if you would prefer to leave,

please go.

- I don't choose to leave.

- Very well.

So, when I ask you

to turn in your Journal

for me and me alone

to read, Just do it.

And remember the spelling!

It's a thing with me.

Hey, don't worry.

We're gonna get this guy.

We'll mess him up real good.

Teach him a lesson.

He needs one.

Playing gatekeeper.

All these people deciding

who does and doesn't get in.

You've been wronged,

so I'm going to fix it.

- Hello?

- Jack.

Hey, man, look, it's Phil.

We need to talk.

What do we need to

talk about, Phil?

Come on, man.

Don't be an a**hole, okay?

I'm sorry.

I feel like sh*t.

I want to see you.

It's 8:
02, Phil.

I'm running late.

I don't want to talk to him!

I won't ever talk to him again!

You sit down here.

Okay?

Now I really do not want

to hear any more about this.

Of all the girls in the world,

you had to steal one

from your baby brother?

You should be ashamed!

Anthony!

I Just don't want to come home

and listen to the same garbage

every night.

I come home from work,

I got a headache.

I've been sh*t on all day,

and then I have to listen

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