Shattered Glass Page #3
Do your notes have anything
about the minibars? That would help.
I think so.
No, I'm sure. Why?
He claims the Omni Shoreham
doesn't even have minibars.
- He mentioned it specifically.
- No, I saw them.
There were little bottles
of booze all over the room.
Okay. I'll get Aaron
and Rob into it,
and start
the fact-check again.
I'll get my notes.
- Thank you.
I'm sorry, we're gonna
have to finish this later.
No, no. I understand.
Thank you.
What's wrong?
Just tell me.
Keene was right,
Michael.
I messed up.
I made a huge error.
I don't know what to say.
If you want me to resign, I will.
I want you to tell me
what happened.
They don't have minibars
at the Omni Shoreham Hotel.
I guess I just saw all those little
bottles and I made an assumption,
which I know we're
never supposed to do.
I'm really sorry.
Those guys were drinking
out of a rented refrigerator.
A mini-fridge.
- That's it?
- Yeah.
- The rest of the piece is solid?
- Well, yeah, of course.
Go home, Steve.
Your resignation will not be required.
- Really? You're not mad?
- Of course not.
Do you want my notes?
Have a good night.
Thanks, Michael.
Thanks for backing me.
It's what editors do.
Good night.
Hi, front desk, please?
Hi, I need some information.
Do the suites of your hotel
have minibars?
Well, can a guest
rent something like that...
like a mini-refrigerator
or something?
They can? Okay,
thank you very much.
And she says, "I didn't invite
Vernon Jordan that evening,
because my guests of honor
were girls from Smith College.
Some of them were virgins,
and I wanted to keep it that way."
And you are going to put that
in the article, right?
Gosh, Alec,
I don't know.
I mean, George
is such a dignified publication.
You wouldn't want to put in something
that gossipy, would you?
No, absolutely not.
Thank you Steve. You are going
to make me look very, very smart.
Er, the Fritos are running
dangerously low.
I'll be right back.
Can't hide in here
all-night, Ames.
Can I ask you something?
What is this?
I found it in the freezer.
You said you hated
how the Diet Coke at parties
was always at room temperature.
And if you wanted to drink it cold,
you'd have to put it on ice and it would
get too watery. Don't you remember?
Yeah, I do, but...
I said that
Steve?
I'm going to call it a night,
Thanks for coming.
Alphabetized beer,
that's perfect.
Drive safe, Alec.
- Who's he?
Associate Editor
of George.
When did you start
talking to George?
I'm really not.
It's probably nothing.
You know,
if they stoop any lower,
you won't be able to tell the difference
between Time and People.
You say that as if there is a difference
between Time and People.
Exactly. Hey!
Thank you, Steve.
What?
Are you mad at me?
I told you, I do not respond
to "Are you mad at me?"
I'm not your kindergarten
teacher.
I thought we'd been over this
a thousand times already.
You can't go to law school.
You "don't want to go
to law school," remember?
I know. It's only nights.
I wouldn't have to stop working.
I'll be right back.
No, I want to talk about this.
I told you, it's my parents.
Okay?
If I don't go, they won't let me
be a journalist anymore.
"Let you"?
You're years old, Stephen!
You don't know how things go
where I grew up, Caitlin.
There are rules there.
If your son's not a doctor or a lawyer,
you keep your curtains closed.
You're writing
for The New-f***ing-Republic.
Isn't that good enough?
Not in Highland Park.
- I'm sorry, l...
- Stop apologizing for everything!
I was looking through your mail.
I'm not.
You're going
to throw this out, right?
I can't. I'm sorry.
Every station on the radio
was talking about it...
Mike Tyson
biting Evander Holyfield.
news stations,
so on Tuesday I started
calling a few of them,
and I finally
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