Shattered Glass Page #12

That could only be

one of two places.

His parents live

in Highland Park, right?

Yeah. Or his brother,

out in Palo Alto.

- I'm sorry?

- His brother, at Stanford.

Chuck?

You had your brother pose

as "George Sims."

What?

The phony recording

from Jukt Micronics?

It's a Palo Alto number.

Your brother is a student at Stanford.

You had him pose as Sims.

- No, Sims is a real guy...

- Steve, Steve...

I've talked to him a million times.

My brother and I aren't speaking...

Stop it. You faked Sims,

you faked a website...

- You faked all those voicemails...

- You don't know, Chuck.

- Restil, Hiert, Ghort...

- You got this totally backward.

It's all crap. I can trace it if you

make me. I'll find it all billed to you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Those are all real people.

- They are?

- Yeah.

Look at me.

And say that again.

Those are all real people.

Tsk... okay.

I want you out of here.

What?

I want you out of here,

and you can't take anything

with you.

There are some files, okay?

I have to put them on a disk.

- No.

- No, there are mine. Personal stuff!

I don't care.

I know you don't.

- Can I at least shut down my computer?

- Don't touch it!

- I'm in the middle of a file, Chuck!

- Back away from the desk!

- God damn it!

- Leave it or I will call Security!

- Jesus Christ.

- Okay?

Can I take my Rolodex?

Steve...

Can I take my law books?

Sure.

But I'm gonna need to have

your security key.

I'm not a criminal, Chuck.

Okay?

- I'm not a criminal.

- Oh, I heard you.

Come on.

Chuck...?

I said I was sorry.

I know.

But you have to go.

"Bond traders as a rule,

do not have much time

to loaf around.

And the Wall Street

investment house, RVL,

takes its work ethic

to a particularly..."

"...one trader is now testing

a hand-held urinal

normally used

by cops on stakeouts..."

"A few days after Mike Tyson

was disqualified

for biting Evander Holyfield,

I offered half a dozen talk shows

my services as a biting expert.

I'm someone who knows..."

"The mini-bar is open,

and empty little bottles of booze

are scattered on the carpet. "

"It was the monthly gathering

of 'The Commission to Restore

the Presidency to Greatness. "'

"Patriotic prophets

will have a hard time

holding back

this merchandising bonanza..."

- Thanks, George, sorry for the trouble.

- No problem, Steve.

Chuck?

Um...

The... the thing

with George Sims?

That was...

the voice... the voice that you heard

on the telephone,

that was my brother.

I'm sorry.

There really is a George Sims.

L... I've spoken to him

a million times.

He just stopped talking to me.

You know,

because of the article.

He was so mad about it.

I didn't know what to do.

And the guys from Forbes were

putting so much pressure on me.

You know?

And you were so mad!

I just thought that if I could get

everybody off my back, okay?

For just a day.

Just a day would give me

enough time to... go and find him.

You can understand that,

can't you?

You're fired, Steve.

What?

You're fired.

You've lost your job.

But you can't...

Chuck...

will you please

take me to the airport?

Jesus.

Please, okay?

You don't have to talk to me

if you don't want to.

It's fine.

But I can't be by myself

right now.

Okay? I'm...

I'm afraid

of what I'm going to do.

And you know,

l... I can't get there by myself.

I'm not going anywhere

with you.

Now, if you feel like

you're a danger to yourself,

you can sit down for a few minutes

until you feel calm enough to go.

But I am not going anywhere

with you.

But... I'm afraid that I'm...

I'm going to do something,

okay?

Did you hear what I said?

Yeah.

It's a hell of a story.

Chuck, please?

Stop pitching, Steve.

It's over.

"Spring Breakdown,"

"The Jungle."

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