The Family Man Page #3
ADELLE:
Oh, and Oxxford called...
JACK:
Ooh, my suits are ready...
He gets to the last message, sees the name on it, and
reels back.
JACK (CONT'D)
Kate Reynolds...
ADELLE:
Her assistant said you could
call her at home after eight.
Jack stares at the message like he's looking at a
ghost.
JACK:
Her assistant?
ADELLE:
Yeah Jack, her assistant...
JACK:
(lost in the message)
Kate Reynolds was my
girlfriend in college. I
almost married her...
ADELLE:
(a hearty LAUGH)
You? Married?
JACK:
(snapping out of it)
Almost married. And almost a
junior broker at E.F.
Hutton...
ADELLE:
Excuse me?
JACK:
She didn't want me to go to
London. We're standing at the
airport saying goodbye and she
asks me to stay.
ADELLE:
So you left her? Just like
that?
JACK:
for practically the entire
flight...
ADELLE:
Stop Jack, I'm getting all
weepy.
JACK:
I took the road less traveled,
Adelle.
ADELLE:
And look where it's led you...
(picking up the phone)
I'm gonna get her on the
phone...
Jack pauses, focused on the message, his mind drifting
back...
Adelle begins dialing the number. Finally, Jack
reaches out and hangs up the phone.
JACK:
No...
ADELLE:
woman. Aren't you even
curious what she wants?
JACK:
fit of nostalgia. You know,
lonely Christmas Eve, call the
one that got away, that kind
of thing.
Adelle rolls her eyes at him.
JACK (CONT'D)
I'm telling you, it's ancient
history...
Jack looks up as PETER LASSITER, 60s, founder and
chairman of P.K. Lassiter and Associates, saunters into
the room.
LASSITER:
Eight forty-five on Christmas
Eve and Jack Campbell is still
at his desk. There's a
Hallmark moment for you...
Lassiter heads to the bar like he's done it a million
times.
JACK:
Peter. I don't see you
rushing home to trim the tree.
LASSITER:
(pouring himself
a scotch)
That's because I'm a heartless
bastard who only cares about
money.
JACK:
And God love you for it.
Lassiter drops down in a soft leather chair opposite
Jack.
LASSITER:
(sipping the scotch)
I just got a call from Terry
Haight. Bob Thomas is
nervous...
JACK:
That'll happen when you're
dollars on some aspirin...
LASSITER:
Someone's gonna have to nurse
him through this.
JACK:
Why are you staring at my
breasts, Peter?
LASSITER:
I need you, tiger..
JACK:
Where is he?
LASSITER:
Aspen.
Jack pauses for a beat.
JACK:
(to Adelle)
Call Aunt Irma. Tell her I
won't be able to make it
tomorrow...
Adelle rolls her eyes at him...
LASSITER:
You're a credit to capitalism,
Jack.
Jack glances at Adelle, then looks back at Lassiter.
JACK:
Hey Peter, lemme ask you a
question. An old girlfriend
calls you out of the blue on
Christmas Eve...
LASSITER:
getting dates?
JACK:
Not by a long shot.
LASSITER:
Then leave it in the past.
Old flames are like old tax
returns. You keep `em in the
and then you cut `em loose.
Jack shoots Adelle a satisfied smile, crumpling up
Kate's message and tossing a perfect hook into a N.Y.
Knicks hoop.
JACK:
(to Adelle)
I'll leave from the office
tomorrow afternoon. Call the
group. Schedule an emergency
strategy session for noon.
ADELLE:
That'll be a nice little
holiday treat.
15EXT. LASSITER BUILDING - NIGHT
A single light remains on in the building.
16INT. JACK'S OFFICE - SAME TIME
Jack is alone in the office working on his computer,
checking spreadsheets on a large flat screen monitor.
Jack leans back in his chair rubbing his eyes. He
checks his watch. It's past eleven. He gets up, goes
to the window, sees the city in all its Christmas
glory, then he see it...
...the message from Kate, crumpled in the
trashcan...then turns back to the window, gazing out at
the night...
17INT. LASSITER BUILDING - NIGHT
Jack comes out of the elevator, walking past the lobby
desk where FRANK, a security guard, sits watching the
monitors.
FRANK:
Mr. Campbell. Why didn't you
call down, I would've had Joe
get your ride.
Jack looks outside the front door to the snowy, quiet
street.
JACK:
tonight, Frank.
FRANK:
Nice night for it. I'll have
Louis send your car home.
A nod from Jack.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Merry Christmas to you, sir...
JACK:
Thanks. To you too...
Jack puts on a pair of soft leather gloves and heads
out into the crisp night air...
18EXT. LASSITER BUILDING - CONTINOUS
Jack emerges from the building, walking across the
large plaza, past the fountain...snow begins to fall...
19EXT. MANHATTAN STREET - A LITTLE LATER
Jack's walking down the nearly empty street, snow
falling down on him, a bounce in his step, looking at
the windows of the closed shops along the way.
He gets to the end of the block spots the Wong
Brothers' 24 Hour Deli across the street...
20INT. WONG BROTHERS' DELI - SECONDS LATER
Jack walks into the brightly lit deli...
SAM WONG, 20s, is with his 80-year-old GRANDFATHER
behind the counter. There's a NERDY COLLEGE KID at the
salad bar, a drunken DEPARTMENT STORE SANTA at the
liquor display, a WOMAN with a BABY in an aisle and...
...a BLACK MAN, 30s, with a dollar sign and the name
"CASH" tattooed on his arm, stands in front of the
coffee machine...
CASH:
Oh yeah...yeah, yee-ah! She's
a certified winner...paper-
thin but good as gold...
Jack notices Cash talking to himself, seemingly crazy.
Jack approaches Sam Wong at the counter.
JACK:
Egg nog?
SAM WONG:
(pointing)
Dairy case. Five dollar.
CASH:
(in the b.g., to
Sam Wong)
Y'all do the lotto here...?
`Cause I got me a winner...I
black man down... but not
me...
Jack grabs a carton of egg nog, then notices Cash
handing Sam Wong his ticket. Jack heads back toward
the counter...
CASH (CONT'D)
...06...14...18...48...right
there. Four numbers...that's
dollar...
(a smile)
Merry Christmas and sh*t...
SAM WONG:
(barely looking
at ticket)
Ticket bad. You draw in lines
with pencil.
CASH:
What're you talkin' about?
SAM WONG:
(throwing the ticket
back)
You draw lines with pencil! I
know about this!
The woman with the baby looks over...the college kid
looks up, nervous...the drunken Santa, bottle of
bourbon in hand, starts to walk by Jack...Jack
instinctively puts an arm out, holding the Santa
back...
CASH:
What!? Look at the ticket...!
SAM WONG:
Get out, I call 911.
The Santa looks at Jack, confused.
CASH:
You're lookin' at me, you're
not even lookin' at the
ticket!
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