Perfect Stranger Page #3

Hill. It's not proof enough to print.

Okay. So how do we prove it?

Well, technically we can't prove it...

...but if we can get ADEX

to send us an e-mail...

...I can tail it, jimmy the lock, and then

take a closer look into his account.

You are amazing.

I love you, man.

This is just such an obstruction

of justice.

No, no, no.

This is the pursuit of justice.

I'll make you a deal.

We get anything concrete on Hill...

...we'll go to the cops

and to Narron on the same day.

They get their man.

We get our story.

But even if ADEX turns out

to be Hill...

...it's not a crime to chat nor cheat.

But it is a crime to be walking out

on a feast like this in that outfit.

And yet, I have to because I'm late.

So you finish up.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Shut the door. It locks by itself.

Have fun.

Harrison Hill.

Oh, there you are.

Cam.

-Oh, Cam.

-Come here.

-You are naughty.

-Come on.

Come here.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

-You like that?

-Yes, baby.

Oh, come on. Say it.

Yeah, oh, yeah.

You like it? You like that?

Yeah, good.

I need to get closer to Hill.

Hello, Miles. How are you?

Fine. you? Thanks.

Hello, Miles. How are you?

Fine. You?

Okay, I need to get closer to Hill.

Close as you got to Cam last night?

It's a little soon to be going

on dates with Grace's ex.

Oh, I'm sorry, your ex.

Are you f***ing spying on me now?

No. A friend of mine saw you

two last night.

And he said it looked friendly.

What? You get him by default?

Well, not that I owe you or

your friend an explanation.

I wanted to see Cam. Somebody

had to tell him about Grace.

Well, I guess we all

grieve differently.

You know what, Miles? Forget it.

If you don't wanna help me,

Terry wouldn't mind.

He's been dying to get

into research.

Oh, Terry couldn't find his ass

with both hands and his ass.

All right, fine, fine, fine.

I'll play nice.

Okay. Good.

While you look around

in cyberspace...

...I need to be looking around

at my new job...

...that you, clever friend,

are going to get me.

Oh, God love you.

Something temporary.

Easy in, easy out. Can you do that?

Does a bear sh*t in the woods?

H2A's got a blade server...

...that gives more entry points

than a college girl at Mardi Gras.

I'll access the needs list they send

to temp agencies.

Shouldn't be too hard.

There's always openings.

-And, hey, wear something sexy.

-What?

You need to bait the hook.

Just make sure I'm working for Hill.

yeah, your new name

will be Katherine Pogue.

I choose my own names.

Well, tough. I had a crush on a girl

in high school named Katherine.

It's an homage.

-Going to H2A.

-H2A.

Hill's a Jersey native who slipped

and fell into a big pile of money...

-... when he married--

-Mia Rheinhart Hill.

She's also the daughter of Max

Rheinhart, principal owner of H2A.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

Now, if you'll follow me.

Hard to separate a man

from his wife's money.

Money is the root of all evil, Miles.

Check your scriptures.

Love of money is the root of all evil,

Ro.

Love.

We have a new temp.

Her name is Katherine Pogue.

-Hi.

-Hi.

Thank you. I'll show you

to your desk.

And press 9 to get out,

I'll be right across from you. You

shouldn't have a problem finding me.

Katherine, we need a coffee setup

in Conference Room A.

-Will I be working for Mr. Hill?

-No.

I'm working for Mr. Hill.

You're working for me.

And you'd better roll up your sleeves.

We are short-staffed this week.

Sensational, Harrison. Really.

Spectacular.

I hear you're thinking about opening

in Amsterdam, by the way.

-Yes, we did. In April.

-Really?

Excuse me, Mr. Hill.

Mr. Kirschenbaum's car is downstairs

and your 2:
00 is waiting.

Thanks, Esmeralda.

-I'll walk you out, Jon.

-Great. Thanks.

You're doing well.

I'm very proud of you.

I couldn't have done it without you.

I learned from the best.

-I appreciate it.

-Thanks for coming by.

Listen, this is probably

just bullshit...

...but one of my guys heard that a

couple of your execs were in Canton...

...sniffing around

my Reebok account.

If you're sure it's bullshit,

why are you asking me?

Because they heard about it

from inside your agency.

I just don't want you to make that kind

of mistake, Harrison.

I've been representing Reebok

for 1 1 years.

They're my main account.

They're not gonna jump ship for your

smile and some downtown hype.

Eat or be eaten. Right, Jon?

Isn't that what you always told me?

Now, you left the Reebok account out

on the table.

If I didn't pick it up, someone else

was going to and you know that.

Ten years ago you wouldn't have let

this happen. You fumbled the ball.

You really are that stupid.

Give my regards to Vanessa.

Esmeralda.

We have a leak to

Kirschenbaum and Bond.

I wanna find out who the f*** it is.

Right now.

Hold the door, please.

-Wait. Thank you.

-That was close.

Harrison, will you be attending

the Victoria's Secret meeting tonight?

I was hoping maybe I could catch

a ride.

-Yeah, I think I'll be going.

-Okay.

Keep the meter running.

We can go now.

Rowena.

Rowena.

Rowena.

Got you.

You know how much

Daddy likes bath time.

We have a Victoria's Secret

party tonight.

-Good morning, Esmeralda.

-Good morning, Katherine.

Two hundred guests,

Five items per bag. Have fun.

-Miles, what? I'm at work.

-Well, it wasn't just a drowning.

She was poisoned.

She had a hole in her gut the size

of a fruit bowl.

Oh, come on.

No, that's a direct quote

from the examiner's office.

The killer also put it in her eyes...

...which is weird.

Ro, they haven't announced it yet...

...but Grace was pregnant.

She was in her first trimester.

Hello. I'm Gina.

-Ro?

-Katherine Pogue, are you in here?

Oh, there you are.

I could tell you Victoria's secret,

but then I'd have to kill you.

-Clever, huh?

-Yeah.

Mr. Hill came up with it for the

"Very Sexy Collection" launch.

Very sexy.

And in a rainbow of colors.

Here, keep a few for the home fires.

I know a pretty girl like you

has a boyfriend.

-No.

-Girlfriend?

-Pets?

-No.

Well, we've got some

local talent here.

I'll say. What's up with Hill?

He's interesting.

Married.

Rumor is, and you didn't hear it

from me...

...he had a couple of interoffice flings

a few years back, led to lawsuits.

Paid a lot of money

to make them go away.

That's when he got his front girl

to run interference.

That would be Josie.

Or, if you get on her bad side,

Cujosie.

She's his gatekeeper.

His walking hard drive.

So he never forgets a name,

an account, an enemy.

No one gets to him now

without going through her.

Let me guess, he's done her too,

right?

Oh, no. No.

She'd be more interested in you than

in him, if you catch my heavy drift.

I think I do.

She's his watchdog, not his b*tch.

-The guy's reformed, unfortunately.

-Right.

His wife's all over him.

She's got eyes in the back

of your head.

Trust me.

She finds him cheating,

she and her money are out the door.

See Jesse Drake over there?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes