The Family Man Page #4

SAM WONG:

You leave now. Take ticket

somewhere else.

(calling out)

Next customer in line...!

CASH:

You first generation,

xenophobic, money-theistic,

hot pastrami sandwich

making...

SAM WONG:

(screaming)

Get out!

Just watching...Cash shoves the ticket in Sam Wong's

face...

CASH:

LOOK AT THE GODDAMN TICKET!!

A moment of decision for Jack. Then...

JACK:

(carefully)

Let me see that ticket.

Cash turns to Jack.

CASH:

(menacing)

Was I talkin' to you?!

Jack looks at the woman, the college kid, the Santa,

then...

JACK:

Maybe I'll buy it from you.

Now Cash walks over to Jack...

CASH:

Guy in $2,000 suit gets ass

kicked tryin' to be a hero.

Film at eleven...

(then...turning to

the coffee machine)

What?! Oh no, not another

lookie-loo. You know how big

a job this is?

The patrons exchange nervous glances...Jack watches,

confused.

CASH (CONT'D)

You're double bookin' me!

You're gonna get double

billed! Sh*t!

Cash throws a bottle of Perrier against the wall, it

SHATTERS. The woman reels back in terror with the

baby...

JACK:

Hey, c'mon...

In a flash, Cash whips a .38 from the back of his

pants, aiming it at Jack's face. The woman SCREAMS,

covers her baby.

CASH:

(in Jack's face)

Do you want to die?

Jack stares at Cash, trying his best to keep his

cool...

CASH (CONT'D)

DO YOU WANNA DIE?!

JACK:

No.

CASH:

(a smile)

Yes you do...

JACK:

Look, I'm talking about a

business deal here. I buy the

ticket for two hundred, take

it to a store where the guy

behind the counter...

(glaring at Sam Wong)

...doesn't have a death wish

(back to Cash)

...I just made myself a quick

thirty eight dollars.

Cash gets closer...

JACK (CONT'D)

Like I said, it's a business

deal...

CASH:

Damn, you are the real

thing...

Cash narrows his eyes...then, a smile as he puts the

gun back into his pants...

CASH (CONT'D)

C'mon, Jack, let's get outta

here...

(to Sam Wong)

You were lookin' at me, papa,

you shoulda been lookin' at

the ticket. That ticket was

legit, B. You're fake...

Cash starts out of the deli. Jack follows...

21EXT. MANHATTAN STREET - MINUTES LATER

Jack and Cash walking down the street...Jack, holding

his carton of egg nog under his arm, counting out two

hundred dollars...

JACK:

How'd you know my name was

Jack?

CASH:

I call all you white guys

"Jack."

Jack nods...

CASH (CONT'D)

You know you seem pretty

relaxed for a guy who just had

a gun pulled on him.

JACK:

There's no way I was gonna die

in that deli...

(off Cash's look)

Let's just say I've been on a

lucky streak lately.

CASH:

(a big LAUGH)

A lucky streak, huh?

Jack hands him the money.

CASH (CONT'D)

Sound pretty sure of yourself,

don't you?

Jack nods.

CASH (CONT'D)

So you're telling me, you've

got a gun to your head and you

don't think for one second,

what if this, what if that,

maybe I shouldn't do this, I

shoulda done that.

JACK:

I don't do that. That's just

not for me...

Cash looks at him, then smiles.

CASH:

Okay, Jack. Nice doing

business with you...

Cash is about to take off...

JACK:

Hey...

Cash turns around.

JACK (CONT'D)

What do you want to carry that

gun around for, anyway?

You're just gonna do something

you'll regret...

CASH:

You want to talk about

regrets, you're talking to the

wrong person.

Jack casually takes the egg nog out of the bag, opens

the carton...

JACK:

I'm just saying that you seem

like a smart guy. At a

certain point you're gonna do

something, and then there's no

turning back...

CASH:

Yeah, in most cases that'd be

true.

Jack takes a sip of the egg nog.

JACK:

I mean there must be programs

out there, opportunities...

CASH:

(a deep laugh)

Wait a minute, wait a

minute... you're tryin' to

save me?

A look from Jack...

CASH (CONT'D)

Oh man, you're serious...

(out to the street)

This man thinks I need to be

saved!

JACK:

Everyone needs something.

Cash looks at Jack...

CASH:

Yeah? What do you need?

JACK:

Me?

CASH:

You just said everyone needs

something.

JACK:

I've got everything I need.

CASH:

Wow. It must be great being

you. You got it all.

Cash looks at Jack. He smiles and shakes his head.

JACK:

Look, I'm not saying you'd be

able to do it without some

hard work...

CASH:

(a hearty LAUGH)

You still think this is about

me, don't you?

JACK:

Sure it's about you. But it's

about society, too.

CASH:

Oh man, I'm gonna enjoy this

one... Just remember, Jack,

you did this. You brought

this on yourself...

And with that, Cash turns and leaves Jack alone on the

street with his egg nog...

22INT. JACK'S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Jack walks in and throws his keys on a table. He takes

off his gloves and overcoat, glances at the mail, then

heads into the bedroom.

Through the large windows we see snow falling...

23INT. JACK'S BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

Jack, flat on his back in bed, fast asleep...

CHAPTER FOUR - A DIFFERENT LIFE

DISSOLVE TO:

24INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, MASTER BEDROOM - MORNING

Close in on Jack’s face, bathed in morning light...he

opens his eyes...feels something strange...

Jack looks down...there’s a woman’s head resting on his

chest.

A look of confusion crosses his face...trying to

remember... did he meet a woman last night...?

He turns his head to find a large MUTT sitting

faithfully beside the bed, wagging his tail...

...did she have a dog?

He looks down at the woman again, craning his neck to

get a look at her face. And then he sees her...

...KATE REYNOLDS...

...now 34 and even more beautiful, a look of utter

contentment on her radiant face, sleeping soundly...

His head darts around the room - it’s cramped and lived

in, clothes and toys are strewn about, family photos on

the dresser, Laura Ashley curtains, a tiny poster bed

and a charming little bay window.

He instinctively reaches for his Franck Mueller watch

on the night stand, but it’s not there. It’s a Timex

Indiglo and it reads, “7:57 A.M...”

Jack looks back at Kate...he rubs his eyes...maybe it’s

a dream...but nothing changes. Then, Kate stirs...

KATE:

Mmmm...ten more minutes,

Jack... it’s Christmas...

Jack jumps as he hears Kate talk for the first time...

Suddenly, the door bursts open...A SIX YEAR OLD GIRL,

ANNIE, in a little nightgown, walks into the room

carrying an 18 MONTH OLD BOY, JOSH, SINGING at the top

of her lungs...

ANNIE:

Jingle bells, Santa s

mells, Rudolph laid an

egg...la la la, la-la la

la, la la la la la...

Annie places Josh on the bed and then jumps up

herself. She gestures to the dog, patting the bed.

ANNIE (CONT’D)

You too, Luce...

The dog faithfully jumps on the tiny bed, joining

everybody else and leaving very little room. Annie

starts jumping.

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