Man About Town Page #5

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I will see that you do a night in Jail

for contempt if this happens again.

Your Honor, give me a night.

That's fine.

But Just hear me out,

because this is important to understand.

We built this company, okay?

We put our souls into it.

We made it what it is!

And now that it's worth something,

ten years later,

our former employers

want to rip it to sh*t!

Okay, I'm sorry.

Bailiff!

You Just bought yourself

a night in Jail.

Wait a minute!

Hold on a second!

Ten years is too late

to come along

and throw the lives of

It's not right, goddamn it!

Get off me!

I can walk out on my own!

I can walk out on my own!

I was always ready to explode

if I thought you needed to learn a lesson,

if I thought you were in the way of me,

the way I needed things to be.

You're a fool.

Yes, I know that.

But damn, were you cute.

Wow. I mean...

That all changed for me, though.

It changed a little bit

every time Nina kissed me.

Jack, the Jury went our way.

What?

We won, Jack.

- We won?

- We won.

Oh, my God!

The winning streak continued.

The agency grew.

Things got sweet.

The little moments took light

and the darkness lost ground.

Promises were made

and dreams were laid out.

The air in my world

had a preciousness to it then,

a peace that time would show

I didn't know how to negotiate with.

The deal of a lifetime,

and I couldn't close it.

Jack, Barbi Ling's calling.

Yeah, I want her.

What can I do for you, Barbi?

I need some filler

material for my story.

I have reams of stuff now,

but I need to get the Juice

in between the Juice.

What kind of Juice?

About the early days

of your company.

The break-in, maybe.

The files you and Arlene

and Morty stole

and were gonna bribe

your old bosses with.

You have my Journal?

Is that it, Barbi?

I have no idea what

you're talking about.

But are you still hungry

for a meal with me?

I'm famished.

Rickshaw Inn,

downtown on Broadway.

Do you know it?

Chinatown. Yeah.

My family used to eat there

on Sundays when I was a boy.

I'll see you there

for dinner tomorrow night, 6:00.

Get out! Get out!

I don't care how busy he is!

Get me an appointment

with that goddamn dentist!

What the f***?

Where is my Journal?

F*** you!

What's the deal with your teeth?

You hold people back.

Bunch of rich white men.

Rich white gatekeepers.

What?

Is that the line she gave you

to get you to break into my house,

leave me for dead?

Let me tell you something, Jimmy.

You've got nothing out there

protecting you.

There's nothing.

No security. No gate.

No hidden camera.

No patrols.

Anybody can Just walk in off the street

and put a cap in

the back of your head.

Now where's my Journal?

And don't say, "F*** you,"

'cause if you do,

I will shoot you

and I will take your piece of sh*t TV

and I will walk out of here,

and the cops will Just figure

it was a robbery gone bad.

Where is my Journal?

All you had to do

was answer my calls,

read her scripts.

But no, you couldn't do that.

You're too big time, huh?

You're never gonna

see that Journal again.

Hi. I need to see

Dr. Sands right away.

He's with a patient, sir.

Okay, that doesn't

work for me, so...

- Maybe you should have a seat or...

- It's fine. Don't worry about it.

Dr. Sands!

Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry.

We're going to reschedule

your appointment to a later date.

Would you mind stepping out

to the waiting room?

The receptionist will

take care of you.

Sir, we're done with you.

Do these look

like teeth to you?

I can fix them.

You wouldn't sit still.

I couldn't get the mold right.

But I can fix them.

Goddamn right

you can fix them.

Cancel his appointments

for the rest of the day.

Get fixing, Skippy.

No one knows what

we're talking about, okay?

Try to act professional.

I'll try.

Hey, Arlene!

You ever eat at the Rickshaw Inn

in Chinatown?

Yeah, years ago. Why?

I'm having dinner there

tonight at 6:
00.

After that, I've got

a little something planned.

And after that,

everything's gonna be back

to normal, I promise you.

Who are you having dinner with

in Chinatown?

Hey, do you like these?

They're temps.

They hurt like hell.

Maybe he's having dinner here with Phil.

Maybe they patched it up.

Maybe he's here

to sign the tooth fairy.

You got a better shot at that.

I'd take ten percent

of the tooth fairy.

Who owns the tooth fairy?

Yeah. Is it public domain?

That's not a bad idea.

Find out.

He's here. He's here.

He's here.

Mr. Giamoro.

How are you doing?

The Asian girl from Primkin's class.

Yep. The Asian girl.

So, what came first,

the class or the story?

The story.

Who's that girl?

I have no idea.

Who tipped you off?

Arlene's assistant?

Dooley's nephew?

Here's a question.

Why are you in a class like that,

a guy like you?

Well, to be honest with you, Barbi,

I think I took that class

for two reasons.

One, I wanted to

expand my horizons.

And two...

and there's some irony in this...

was to meet people like you.

Here's a question.

Why'd you pick this sh*t hole?

It's the worst restaurant

in Chinatown.

My family owns it.

That's my father at the register.

And all the busboys and waiters

are my brothers,

my cousins and my uncles.

Well, okay.

Let's get past that.

I want my Journal back, Barbi,

and I want you to call your editor

and tell him you're not

going ahead with the story.

Here's a little tip.

Tearing down other people

who worked hard to get where they are

is not a way to

advance your career.

My Journal, please.

No, no! That's...

No! You... no, no!

No!

Give me my Journal!

Jack! Jack!

What the hell's going on?

Who is that girl, Jack?

- Whoa! Jeez!

- Sorry!

Jeez, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Why are these people

chasing us, you a**hole?

I'll tell you later.

Jeez!

Aw, Jack!

Give me the Journal, Jack.

- That's what she wants?

- You gave your Journal to her?

Give it to her!

Give it to her!

- Give it to her!

- Wait a second!

F*** it, abort.

Yeah?

Okay, I'll take him, but quick!

Hey.

I had my Journal

in my hands today,

and I lost it.

Morty fell,

things went sideways,

confusion ruled, and one of her uncles

picked it up.

Barbi Ling

has my Journal once again.

I headed home knowing

I needed to do something to change my luck,

so I drove to David Lilly's

in Brentwood.

It was time to Jumpstart the beast,

and I knew Just how to do it.

Hello there, neighbor!

Just me, Jack Giamoro,

your friendly

neighborhood IAA agent.

What is this?

David, I'm gonna

make a speech. Okay?

At the end of this speech,

one of two things is

gonna take place.

Either I'm gonna represent you

or I'm going to Jail.

So, hear me out.

David Lilly,

I want to be your agent.

I can make the deals

with the studios

that you need to have made.

I will have the studio people

over here catering to you.

I will have them

doing your yard work.

I will have them

cleaning out your litter box.

I want to make you

so much money

that it will screw up your kids

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