People I Know

Andy?

It's Eli Wurman.

I know it's been a long time.

Did you get the invitation

I sent you?

I'm on this committee

for black/white dialogue

in New York...

that sort of thing?

Yeah. This very informal

civil rights committee.

We're having a benefit

tomorrow night at the Palm.

Trying to promote healing

in the current atmosphere.

Bring people together.

It's just very effervescent.

Good show.

Not like those big spectacles.

We really would.

I'd love for you to see it.

Great.

I'll put you down for two.

And bring your checkbook.

Projects I believe in.

Nick, hey, listen.

Yeah.

Trying to get back

to that old New York.

Oh, by the way,

I'm handling publicity

for this lovely little musical

called "Flypaper."

Show-biz people.

Good.

Not like those big spectacles.

It's old-fashioned Broadway.

I'd love you to see it.

But I try not to gauge anything

by how people react.

'Cause it's not the thing.

Well, we're not gonna know

anything for a while.

So the thing to do is to,

you know, just have a drink.

Wait it out.

That's what they do.

I think the show just got

so much better.

They did so much good work

that last week, Eli.

It's a fantastic show.

It's in God's hands now.

Just don't worry about it anymore.

Let time take care of it.

- Vicki.

- Hey, you.

We were gonna have a quiet supper.

I think it was 50-50 at best.

I don't think I can slip away

from this rat f***, honey.

I'm waiting for the notices.

It's the party.

The hand-holding.

- All that blah-blah-blah.

- Okay.

Why don't you come by

my hotel tomorrow?

We'll have lunch, catch up.

How does that sound?

You always were

too good a date for me.

You go do whatever it is you do.

What do you do?

Oh, you don't want to know.

- Let me take you to the hotel.

- No.

I'll get you a cab.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Okay.

Where's Ross?

Who called?

And where's Cary?

Nobody good.

You think Cary Launer would

stick around for this sh*t?

He snuck out

when the blue swans came out.

They were cygnets.

Get me a Percocet and a gin.

It's gonna be a long night, kiddo.

Peter, I'm not asking you

to slip me the review, man.

Give me a temperature reading.

Warm, lukewarm.

Cool, medium-cool.

In the old days,

everyone helped each other.

Listen, Peter.

How about we...

Okay.

What?

He couldn't get it. Sorry.

- I can't bear waiting.

- I know.

What kind of publicist are you?

The kind that invests

in friends' shows, David.

Hey, Michael.

We gonna run in your column?

You know who showed?

We had everyone. Here.

Cary Launer. Scavullo.

Betty Bacall. Pat Lawford.

Excuse me. Everyone.

I didn't see any of these people.

Look over there. Who do you see?

Joe Torre. Lou Reed.

Doesn't matter. Put it in.

You gonna come to my benefit?

This INS thing we're doing?

Deportations.

It's gonna be important

to make a showing.

- Like the old days.

- More lefty choir practice.

- Thanks. I think I'll pass.

- Oh.

How about the show?

You like it?

Okay.

All right.

Who else RS VP'd for tomorrow?

- We hear from Regis?

- No.

Get Regis. Who, then?

A few legal-aid types.

An assistant from VH 1.

Someone from the Morris office.

You get on the phone.

Get people.

Get Regis and Joy to confirm.

I want Regis.

It's midnight, Eli.

And the new, regrettably named

musical comedy "Flypaper"

is more like that other

substance that attracts flies.

I told him to change

the f***ing title.

Three Nigerians

who are being deported.

They're among the casualties

of a mass INS roundup

who are still being detained.

As for the detainees,

held for 200 days,

time and appeals are running out.

It seems certain that unless

some compromise is reached,

they will be deported.

The mayor, who has adamantly

defended the INS positions,

had this response.

Leon.

Tomorrow night I got

this benefit for racial unity.

It's great, you know?

Black and white and all that?

I'm on the committee.

So call Ross.

You're on a list.

Okay?

Federal authorities are deporting

these young men.

The city is obligated

to assist the feds.

This isn't about race.

This is Eli.

I'm having this benefit

tomorrow night

for these guys they're deporting

at the Palm.

So call Ross.

You're on a list.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hey! Cary!

Where are you?

Stay where you are.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

- Good evening, Mr. Wurman.

- Thank you, Fred.

Okay.

Where were you?

I mean, that show.

Come on. What was that?

Oh, come on.

People who are friends produced it.

So I had to help out.

You know. No big deal.

It's called loyalty.

Something movie stars sitting in

fancy cars don't know about.

When are you gonna get a cellphone?

I don't know. Not my style.

Besides, I hear they give you tumors.

How many of these you need?

- I've been looking for you.

- Uh-huh.

I got an awkward.

What's her name?

This girl got herself

in jail downtown.

We flew back from the coast together.

She's really a super girl.

Uh-huh.

There's a plane waiting for her

at Teterboro on me.

So you want me to bail her out

and take her to the plane.

It's Jilli Hopper.

The model.

She's got that show.

Pussies and lasers and sh*t.

I know who she is.

Plays that girl spy.

- I know.

- Yeah.

Oh, she looks like

she's a vacuum cleaner, Cary.

Jesus.

I was flying back.

I gave her a ride.

She had some fashion shoot.

We hung out.

Don't you have a girlfriend?

You're not supposed to be

where you're not supposed to be.

You don't have to do this.

Why are you fighting it?

Come to my benefit.

Oh, please.

Do you really need me?

- It sounds so...

- It's getting late.

You come, say a few words

about the Constitution,

wrongful imprisonment.

Or get someone else

to clean up your messes

when you breeze back into town.

Are you blackmailing

your only client?

Hey, we're old men.

We're doing favors for each other.

Well, I favor you

with a monthly check, I believe.

Shalom, big boy.

Because I'm too old to be

going out Manhattan South

for horny movie stars.

We ended up in the wrong place.

This girl, she gets around.

She likes to play it slumming,

and it bit her in the ass.

Man, you know,

you behave like it's 1970

and you're still living in Malibu.

There may be somebody

from one of the papers there.

You're gonna come to my thing

at the Palm.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Two, three.

Sh*t.

- What are you here for, Eli?

- They're having a raffle.

I thought I'd just see

if I get lucky.

What's the prize?

The TV starlet, maybe?

You don't have

that many clients anymore.

I can figure it out.

Better if you tell me.

Who am I telling? Norris Volpe

or the "New York Post"?

You didn't invite me to your benefit.

I like causes.

Should've put me on the list.

You're invited. You sit at

my table next to Cary Launer.

- Done deal.

- He won't show.

Her network has me on retainer.

This thing leaks, I'm out.

You take the food out of my mouth.

Norris, I need the job.

Please.

The only reason

that schmaltz works for me

is you're so moth-eaten.

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