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in the first few weeks.

This cannot go on.

Do you know what this

makes me look like...

to the peopIe who receive

these letters?

I'm sorry.

Type it again...

and get it right.

You're wasting my time.

Bye.

Go type up a bill

for that woman for $500.

Aren't you going

to proofread the letter?

Lee...

when peopIe come

into this office,...

you are a visual

representation of my business...

and the way

you dress is disgusting.

Sorry.

You're tapping your toe all the time

and playing with your hair.

You're either going

to have to wear a hair net

or stop playing with your hair.

And another thing...

do you realize that you

are always sniffling?

I'm sniffling?

And what is with

your tongue...

when you're typing?

I'm sorry,

I didn't know I sniffled.

Well, you do.

'Mr. Grey...

thank you so much for

your helpful suggestions.

Because I am trying to be...

the very best secretary

that I can be for you.'

The sentence should read,...

'Without proper guidance

from a knowledgeable source,...

my client would never have made...

these material decisions

on her own.' Period!

I have repeated the sentence...

Are you sure

you wouldn't like some wine?

We make it homemade,

don't we, Stewart?

Try it, it's good.

- Would you like some, Lee?

No, thank you.

Not right now, Sylvia.

Peter taIks about you all the time.

He says he's found his soul mate.

Did you say that?

I did.

- Peter's sister Lindsey...

is getting married

this coming winter in Vegas.

Did you know Peter has

a very stable job at J. C. Penney?

They even gave him a cell phone.

- Perhaps it'II be a double wedding?

Mom...

Ms. Holloway.

Come into the library...

immediateIy.

'...the remarks made in print,...

in summation

of the events in regard...

to the Rubin Berkowitz libel.

Yours sincerely,' etc.

Okay.

The phone is ringing.

Answer it.

I'm sorry...

- Brr-ing!

Brr-ing!

Oh.

- Brr-rr--!

'Hello.

This is the office of...'

Listen... you're a big girl.

You can get a much bigger voice

out of that tiny throat of yours.

Tiny?

- Ms. Holloway,...

you told me when I hired you that

you were used to answering phones.

I am.

Did you get

enough sleep last night?

I...

- The phone is ringing.

'Hello...

this is the office

of Mr. E. Edward Grey.'

You see? You see?

That's showing a little spunk.

I'm not running a mortuary.

No.

Lee.

Mr. Grey...?

Come here.

Did you have a date recently?

Yes.

With whom did you have a date?

Peter.

- Peter.

Did you have sex?

No?

I don't know.

Are you shy?

I'm shy.

You're not shy.

You're a lawyer.

I'm shy.

I overcome my shyness...

in order to get things done.

I don't think you're shy.

Lee, I'm going

to be frank with you.

I know I'm your employer...

and we have

a proscribed relationship...

but you really should feel

free...

to discuss your

problems with me.

What's going on with

the sewing kit and the Band-Aids?

Lee...?

I feel...

Shy.

Do you want some hot chocolate?

Okay.

Why do you cut yourseIf, Lee?

I don't know.

Is it that sometimes the pain

inside has to come to the surface...

and when you see evidence

of the pain inside...

you finally know

you're really here?

Then when you watch the wound heal

it's comforting, isn't it?

I...

that's a way to put it.

I'm going to tell you something.

Are you ready to listen?

Yes.

- Are you listening?

You will never...

ever...

cut yourself again.

Do you understand?

Have I made that perfectly cIear?

You're over that now.

It's in the past.

Yes.

Never again.

Okay.

Now, you know what

I want you to do?

I want you to leave work early.

You're a big girl...

a grown woman,...

your mother doesn't need

to pick you up every day.

I want you

to take a nice walk home,...

in the fresh air,

because you require relief.

Because you won't be

doing that anymore, will you?

No, sir.

Good.

Oh, it's early.

Mom...

I'm going to walk home

from now on.

I took a shortcut

through Hawkins Park,...

and it was as if

I'd never taken a walk

by myself before.

And when I thought about it,...

I realized that I had probably

never had taken a walk alone.

But because he had given me

the permission to do this...

because he'd insisted I do it,

I felt held by him as I walked along.

I felt he was with me.

At the same time I was feeling

something growing in Mr. Grey...

an intimate tendril creeping

from one of his darker areas,...

nursed on the feeling that he

had discovered something about me.

The next day I didn't even bring

my cuticle scissors and my iodine...

but I did make

another typing mistake.

What is wrong with you?

That is all you have to do...

type and answer the phones.

Is that beyond you?

I'm sorry.

- It certainly seems to be.

I'm sorry.

- Don't apologize to me.

What goes on inside

that head of yours?

Come into my office

and bring that letter.

Put the letter on my desk.

I want you to bend over the desk

so you're looking directly at it.

Get your face very close to the letter

and read the letter aloud.

I don't understand.

There's nothing to understand.

Put your elbows on the desk...

bend over...

get your face close to the letter

and read it aloud.

'Dear Mr. Garvey,...

I'm grateful

to you for referring...'

Continue.

Ms. Holloway, read.

'...for referring me to your case.

The subject of animal captivity...

has been of interest

to me for quite a while,...

and my secretary has prepared...

research material...

that I think you will

find illuminating.

If you wouId be so kind...

as to send me the June 5th Ietter

of which we spoke,...

my associates and I

will review it immediately.

Please feel free to call me

at your earliest convenience.

Yours sincerely,

E. Edward Grey.'

Read it again.

'Dear Mr. Garvey...'

'I am grateful to you...'

'for referring me to your case.

The subject of animal captivity

has been of interest to me...'

'...for quite a while.

And my secretary

has prepared research material...

that I think you

will find illuminating.'

Now straighten yourseIf up

and go type it again.

Ms. Holloway?

Good letter.

Mom?

The lock can

come off the cabinet now.

Oh, honey.

Replace the light bulb

in the hallway to my office.

Mr. Grey.

- Good to see you again, Mr. Garvey.

You remember my secretary,

Ms. Holloway.

I'm sorry about the typo.

It's porterhouse steak,

mashed... no...

creamed potatoes, green peas,

iced tea and ice cream.

Okay. Just a scoop

of creamed potatoes...

and a slice of butter.

Four peas...

and as much ice cream

as you like to eat.

'Cosmo's' advice for

'getting your man...

to share his feelings

more intimately'

is to first try

some 'breezy humor.'

Whatever you do, don't jump too

quickly into 'relationship talk.'

I'm your secretary.

I'm your secretary.

Just one scoop

of creamed potatoes,

one slice of butter...

oh... and four peas...

How many inches away

was the furnace...?

Had you turned off the furnace before

you went down into the basement?

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