Man About Town Page #7

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My husband is

a priggish a**hole.

Really?

Yeah. Don't be fooled

by the public face.

There's a whole different

story behind the gate.

Come on.

Are you coming?

Yeah, I'm coming.

Hello, Mr. Lilly.

I'm Lucky, Jack's assistant.

Jack is extremely excited...

David Lilly!

David Lilly,

how are you doing?

I'm glad you came, man.

I'm glad you came.

You remember my wife Brynn?

Of course, of course.

For the gate repair.

$6,000.

That's very funny.

- Just kidding!

- You got me!

No, I insist.

I insist.

Did you see his face?

Let's head back

to the office.

We'll sit down,

we'll get comfortable.

Okay? Come on.

Oh, Nina!

Lucky! Lucky,

this is Barbi Ling.

She's writing a story on Jack.

Jack knows about it.

- Nice to meet you.

- Lucky?

Conference room?

Yeah, yeah.

That way. Ling?

Yeah, Lucky.

I see you.

Morty, you're on speakerphone,

and I'm here with Brynn Lilly.

That's great.

I'll be right over.

Jack, today

is your lucky day.

Brynn, or Lady Lilly,

as I refer to her,

is going to perform

a little audition for you.

Oh, that's not necessary.

We're gonna to handle her.

We've already decided on that.

We're gonna do a great Job.

We have some career goals mapped out

that we want to talk about.

Morty's gonna come in.

I don't want any favors,

okay, Jack?

I really want you to handle me.

That's why I'm gonna do a scene,

and then, you know,

you and Morty can decide.

If... if it'll make you...

if that's what you want, it's fine.

Great. It'll be fun.

Hello.

Morty, Brynn is gonna do a scene,

an audition scene.

A scene. Here?

- Yeah.

- That's right.

Okay.

Hey, sounds great. Good.

David and I, with Jack's help,

are going to do

the Michael Douglas/Sharon Stone

interrogation scene from Basic Instinct.

Okay.

Great.

And no, I am not

wearing any underwear.

Seriously, you're so sweet.

Look at all this.

You're like a little angel face.

And you're the best secretary.

Hi, Arlene.

Nina.

This is Barbi Ling.

She's writing a story

on Jack and the agency.

We Just wanted to use

the conference room

for a few minutes,

maybe 20 minutes?

Yeah.

Actually, would you like

Arlene to sit in?

I mean, no one knows

more about Jack

and the agency than Arlene.

Except for Jack.

I don't think so.

Okay. Arlene,

do you mind leaving?

No, not at all.

So, Miss Tramell

has waived her right to an attorney.

Did I miss something?

I told them you wouldn't want

an attorney present.

Why'd you waive your

right to an attorney, Miss Tramell?

Why did you think

I wouldn't want one?

Sorry.

I told them you wouldn't wanna hide.

I have nothing to hide.

There's no smoking

in this building, Miss Tramell.

What are you gonna do?

Charge me with smoking?

- I need you.

- Not right now, you don't.

Would you tell us the nature

of your relationship with Mr. Boz?

Trust me on this.

Just trust me.

I had sex with him for

about a year and a half.

Arlene, this is important. Leave.

- I liked having sex with him.

- Jack.

He wasn't afraid

of experimenting.

I like men like that.

I like men

who give me pleasure.

And he gave me a lot

of pleasure, Jack.

So Nina, let's start

with the big question.

Okay

That sounds good.

What's the name

of the bigshot client of your husband's

that you've been sleeping with?

Hi. Phil Balow to see

Jack Giamoro.

Sure, Mr. Balow.

Can you please have a seat?

You describe a white silk

scarf in your book.

I've always had a fondness

for white silk scarves.

But you said you liked men

to use their hands.

No. I said I like

Johnny to use his hands.

I don't give any rules, Jack.

- I go with the flow.

- I go with the flow.

Ever do drugs with Mr. Boz, Miss Tramell?

Sorry. Yes?

- Sure.

- Jack, it's me.

- I'm trapped.

- You're trapped?

I am.

- What kind of drugs?

- I'm stuck.

- Cocaine.

- I'm stuck, too, Nina, okay?

We're all stuck,

and let me Just say being

stuck is not an excuse

for what happened

with you and Phil.

Have you ever had

sex on cocaine, Jack?

- No, Jack, I'm trapped.

- It's nice.

- I'm trapped in a closet.

Honey, I'm trapped in a closet, too,

you know?

Okay?

Whatever the hell that means.

How did you feel

when I told you

Johnny Boz had died

that day at the beach?

Who the hell is Johnny Boz?

I felt like somebody had read my book

and was playing a game.

Look, I'm in the

conference room closet

down the hall, Jack,

and I have your Journal,

and Barbi Ling

is outside the door.

But it didn't hurt...

...even though

you were screwing him.

You still get pleasure.

Haven't you ever had sex

with anybody else

while you were married, Jack?

Okay, that's plenty.

I've seen enough.

My God, what a talent.

My God, what a talent.

I'll be right there.

Morty?

Yeah, yeah. She's amazing.

You know who she reminds me of?

Me too. Good.

I'll be right back.

- Phil!

- Phil?

Yeah, Jack, it's Phil.

The evil Phil, who you refuse

to give two seconds of your time to.

- We gotta talk.

- Okay. One second.

David, I'll be right back.

You were terrific.

Okay.

I'll be right back, Phil.

Then we're gonna talk. Okay?

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Get me out of here, though.

No. No, not "okay."

All right?

I have something to say to you, man.

Oh. Sh*t!

I got your Journal back, Jack.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Look man, I'm so in the wrong here.

I mean, I am so in the wrong.

I'm not gonna read it, Jack,

if that's what you're worried about.

- I'm not worried.

- All right. Well, good.

You know, I mean,

I'm glad you're not worried.

But you hate me.

I mean, is that it?

I mean, you Just hate me

and you can't forgive me.

Why did you take this class,

though, Jack? I'm Just curious.

You've always been so resistant

to therapy or introspection,

and then out of the blue

you take this course.

Why?

- Answer me.

- Answer me.

I don't know.

I Just got to this place in my life

where I felt like

I don't know who I am.

I felt like, I don't know who I am...

and I don't know how

to be in a marriage.

And that scared me.

Going crazy on me, Jack?

No, Phil. I'm not going

crazy on you, Phil.

It's Just that, uh...

I'm imperfect, you know?

I am. We all are.

I mean, we're all

so damn imperfect.

I know, baby.

I know, baby.

Imperfect, I'll cop to.

Give me a hug.

Not you, Phil.

Oh, no, I am.

After all that preparation,

he Just leaves us?

- You know, I spent hours.

- I know, I know.

I made this outfit.

- He's coming back.

- Whatever.

All right, get off.

Come on. That's enough.

It's locked.

Yes. I see that.

Jack, the police are on their way.

You better get out here now.

You won't believe

what's going on out here.

Hello.

You coming?

Jack, you gotta get out here now.

All right, all right,

all right.

I'll be right back.

You bigshot piece of sh*t!

This make a good script for you?

I know the ending!

Barbi, go in there

and tell him this is over,

'cause the cops

are about to get here,

and when they do,

I'm gonna tell them everything...

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