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ACT ONE
SCENE A
INT. BULLPEN/CONFERENCE TABLE - MORNING
DAVE BEGINS.
DAVE
Okay, this is a critical meeting, so
let's get started...
LISA
Did the numbers come in?
DAVE
Yes, Lisa, but first --
BILL
Can I ask a question, Chief?
DAVE
Only if it's very important, Bill.
BILL
Oh, it is. Why would a man shave his
forearms?
DAVE
What??
MATTHEW
It was just an experiment, Bill, leave
me alone. Is The Book here or not?
JOE
Dude, you shaved your arms?
BETH
His whole body. (OFF LOOKS) He told
me!
BILL
You must look like some mewling
newborn puppy - oh, I'm sorry, how
would we know the difference?
MATTHEW
Bodybuilders do it to make their
muscles stand out, thank you very
much.
BETH
You da man, Matthew!
MATTHEW FLEXES HIS ARMS AND GROWLS.
DAVE
Okay, Mr. Universe, just leave the
posing bikini at home.
ALL
Please!!
DAVE
More significantly: yes, last
quarter's ratings came in.
HE PLOPS A FEW PRINTOUTS ON THE DESK.
DAVE (CONT'D)
Here's The Book. Everyone, please
turn to page thirteen.
THEY EXCITEDLY FLIP PAGES.
DAVE (CONT'D)
Lisa, tell me the first number in the
fifth column.
LISA
(READING) Um... "All Stations Weekly
Average Number of Listeners: 316,812"!
DAVE
And Matthew, the number next to it?
MATTHEW
WNYX Average... three! Aaahh!!
MATTHEW FLINGS OUT OF HIS CHAIR AS IF ELECTROCUTED.
DAVE
Relax, Matthew, that's our ranking.
MATTHEW
Sorry, Dave... I think it's my blood
sugar. I'm not sure I like this new
caffeinated granola...
DAVE
We've slipped a spot, gang, and before
Mr. James comes calling, we need
killer stories to tell him about.
Jobs are made or broken by this.
BETH
Especially yours.
DAVE
Especially all of ours. Fortunately,
the drop in listenership wasn't that
great, so I know we can get it back.
But I'll be looking at the way we work
together as well - there may be some
long-term changes.
JOE
What's the big deal? I mean, what's
the difference between second and
third?
BILL
One hundred four thousand listeners
weekly, plus or minus a standard
deviation.
DAVE
I'm impressed, Bill.
BILL
Celebrity knows its audience, Dave.
MATTHEW
(SARCASTIC) What does that have to do
with you? Oh, forgive me, it's the
granola talking...
BILL
Well, my smooth little co-worker, one
ratings point is worth several millions
of dollars to the station, but more
importantly, thousands of dollars in
income to yours truly, so let's listen
carefully to our boss' plans to get us
back to second, shall we?
DAVE
No master plan, Bill, we just need to
work harder.
BILL
Congratulations, Dave, it's that kind
of thinking that got us into third.
DAVE
"Yo' mama." Is that still hip?
(OTHERS SHAKE HEADS) Damn. Oh well.
Lastly, I need someone to clean out
the refrigerator - I found this in
there.
HE HOLDS UP AN OBLONG, FURRY OBJECT.
LISA
What was a bedroom slipper doing in
the fridge?
DAVE
It's not a slipper, Lisa, it's a hot
dog.
STAFF
Eww! / Yuck! / Whoa!
MATTHEW
Well, I guess I should get my little
"science project" out of there.
JOE
Hey, Matthew almost made a joke.
LISA
No, really, it's his graduate school
science project from '91.
STAFF
Gross! / Uuuuhh! / Ick!
DAVE
Okay, that's it. Clean the fridge,
great story angles to me by the end of
the day. And stop teasing Matthew,
Bill.
THEY ALL NOD. SUDDENLY, MATTHEW FLIES OUT OF HIS
CHAIR AGAIN.
MATTHEW
Oww!!
DAVE
Now what?
BILL
That was my fault, Chief. Matthew
missed a hair.
MATTHEW RUBS HIS NECK.
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ACT ONE
SCENE B
INT. DAVE'S OFFICE - LATER
DAVE'S FRAZZLED LOOK AND CLUTTERED DESK SHOW THAT
HE'S VERY BUSY. JIMMY ENTERS.
JIMMY
We're in third, Dave.
DAVE
I know, sir.
JIMMY
That's not good, Dave.
DAVE
Yes, I know, sir.
JIMMY
Third place doesn't get me as many
dates as second.
DAVE
You get dates because of our ratings?
JIMMY
Not as many as before! Are you even
listening to me?
DAVE
Yes, I understand. We're working on
it right now.
JIMMY HOLDS UP A SMALL DOOHICKEY.
JIMMY
Know what this is?
DAVE
It looks like a promotional keychain
of some sort.
JIMMY
With...?
DAVE
With... (LOOKS) a condom in it.
JIMMY
A WNYX keychain with a prophylactic
molded right into it. See, Dave, I
don't get this. Who would want a
condom that you can't use?
BETH WALKS IN.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
"I'd love to have sex with ya,
darlin', but I can't get the rubber
out of the damn plastic!!"
BETH
Uh, I can come back later...
DAVE
No, Beth... what did you want?
BETH
Mr. James, there's a man claiming to
be Clint Eastwood on line one?
JIMMY
Thanks, Beth, I'll call him back.
Lemme ask ya something, hon. (HOLDS
UP CHAIN) You ever use a thing like
this?
BETH
Sure. Finding a hammer at two in the
morning is a bitch, though.
SHE LEAVES. JIMMY STARES AT THE CONDOM.
DAVE
You like that little keychain, don't
you.
JIMMY
Nah, it's crap. But it's the best
Marketing could come up with, and that
scares the hell outta me.
DAVE
Well, we're busy looking for new
angles on issues from crime to
education.
JIMMY
(FAKES SNORING) Forget the news, son.
I want you to come up with something
snappy like they do on TV - a jingle,
or a doodad like this. Just make it
better than (READS) "Drive Safely".
DAVE
You want the News Department to create
a promo?
JIMMY
Ever seen that purple dinosaur,
"Bernie", "Baby", somethin' like that?
Now that's clever. That guy's nearly
a billionaire!
DAVE
The dinosaur??
JIMMY
The creator, Dave. Do I need to lock
up the White-Out?
DAVE
Look, Mr. James, these people aren't
exactly known for their creativity...
JIMMY
Apparently, neither was Marketing.
DAVE
Was?
JIMMY
I canned 'em all. Remember, Dave:
Success is a journey, not just a
destination.
DAVE
What does that mean?
JIMMY
Don't know, Dave, I read it in a
book... How about, "My company will
lose millions over this ratings thing
and that ticks me off"?
DAVE
We'll get the numbers back up,
whatever it takes.
JIMMY
Maybe a bonus would stir things up...
DAVE
It might make it worth the distraction
from our real jobs. Reporting news?
JIMMY IS STARING INTO SPACE.
JIMMY
Paradise Island in the Bahamas.
DAVE
You'll send someone to the Bahamas?
JIMMY
No, Dave, I was just thinking where
the hell I wish I was instead of
dealing with this ratings mess. Well,
good luck, you'll figure something
out. (HE TURNS TO LEAVE) By Friday.
DAVE
Two days! Mr. James... Shouldn't we
all just stick to our respective
duties?
JIMMY
Ah, maybe you're right. What's my
position, Dave?
DAVE
Well, you're the station owner, of
course...
JIMMY
And what is my job description
exactly?
DAVE
You tell us what to do.
JIMMY
That there sorta answers your
question, now doesn't it! I already
have to find a new Marketing
department, Dave, don't make me look
for another News Director.
HE EXITS SINGING.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
"I love you, you love me, we're a
happy fa-mi-ly...."
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ACT ONE
SCENE C
INT. BULLPEN - A MINUTE LATER
DAVE ENTERS FROM HIS OFFICE.
DAVE
Okay, everyone, slight change of
plans. Mr. James wants to get the
numbers back up by using fun
promotional ideas. I need some really
clever stuff by tomorrow.
BILL
I didn't spend twenty years in radio
to be (FINGER QUOTES) "creative".
DAVE
Bill, sometimes we simply have to do
what our boss says. Know what I mean?
BILL
Well, if I have to actually work with
somebody, I want hazard pay.
LISA
I heard Mr. James say something about
the Bahamas...
MATTHEW
A prize??
DAVE
No --
BETH
Oh, neato-coolo! I got a million
ideas!
JOE
All right! Let's stop working and sit
around making up stuff!
DAVE OPENS HIS MOUTH, BUT RETHINKS AND GOES BACK TO
HIS OFFICE.
INT. DAVE'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
HE SITS AND BEGINS PAPERWORK. BILL ENTERS.
BILL
Dave, what do I do here?
DAVE
Besides frustrate your boss with
interruptions?
BILL
My title, Dave, my job title.
DAVE
Okay... Announcer. Reporter.
Announcer-reporter. Reporting --
BILL
I believe the words you're searching
for are "Broadcast Journalist". And
as the talent here at the station, and
I mean that in all forms of the word --
DAVE
Your point, Bill??
BILL
I hate the contest.
DAVE
It's not really a contest - I just
need a fun promotional concept.
BILL
Well, serious news announcers do not
do "fun" things.
DAVE
I guess you're not counting the time
you put jalapeño sauce in Matthew's
cologne bottle, then?
BILL
That's different. That's war. This
business was created by and for
intelligent, literate adults.
BETH ENTERS EXCITED.
BETH
Okay, Poppa Bear says to Momma Bear
(GRUFF VOICE) "Who's been listening
to my radio station??" And Baby Bear
says --
BILL FIRMLY PUSHES HER BACK OUT.
BILL
We have to focus on what news is
really about: Death! Destruction!
Mayhem!
DAVE
I think that's a little extreme...
BILL
Not at all. We simply scare the hell
out of the listeners and the numbers
will go back up.
DAVE
If Mr. James wants a jingle, we have
to give it to him, Bill.
BILL
Jingle, schmingle. This is about you
not standing up to Jimmy.
DAVE
That's enough. Tell you what, Bill -
I want you and Matthew to decide on a
promo together. Maybe that will
teach you something about playing nice
with the other children.
BILL
You can't do that. I can't do that.
They'll carry Matthew out on a
stretcher!
DAVE
It's done. Now if you'll excuse me...
HE RETURNS TO HIS PAPERWORK.
BILL
The writing is on the wall, Dave
Nelson. This will tear the staff
apart!
DAVE
Bill --
MATTHEW RUNS IN WEARING A TOY HARDHAT, COMPLETE
WITH WAILING SIREN AND FLASHER ON TOP.
MATTHEW
(SINGING) Look out! It's an
emergency! Look out! It's not on TV!
BILL BASHES MATTHEW'S HEAD, DROPPING HIM LIKE A
SACK OF POTATOES. BILL STORMS OUT AS THE SIREN
WHIMPERS DOWN.
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ACT ONE
SCENE D
INT. BULLPEN - LATER
MATTHEW SITS NEXT TO A TOTALLY DISGRUNTLED BILL.
MATTHEW
Something with little people. I like
little people.
BILL
You mean dwarves?
MATTHEW
The correct term is "little people",
Bill, don't be so insensitive.
BILL
How about "Pitch a Midget Day"? No?
Okay... "Guess Their Weight in
Ounces".
DAVE ENTERS AND CROSSES TO GET COFFEE.
BETH
I think we should give cab drivers
turbans that say "WNYX".
LISA
Yeah, but people would just think it
was their name.
BILL
"The WNYX Midget Marathon." A lot of
little guys running around...
BETH SCOFFS.
MATTHEW
Okay then, Miss Fancy Frock, what's
your idea?
BETH
I still like "Chicks dig guys who
listen to the news. In bed."
DAVE INTERJECTS.
DAVE
Look, maybe this isn't the best idea
right now. Why doesn't one of you
clean out the refrigerator instead?
LISA
Really. Something got up and crawled
away this morning. (SMALL LAUGHS)
I'm not joking, something just crawled
out of the breakroom.
THEY LOOK AT THE FLOOR NERVOUSLY.
JIMMY
(ENTERING FROM BREAKROOM) I'm not
sure I appreciate that, Lisa.
BETH'S PHONE RINGS.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
So, how are my kids doing?
BETH
Mr. James, it's that guy claiming to
be Clint Eastwood again?
DAVE
I'll get it. Just great, Mr. James,
we should have a workable idea by
tomorrow. (INTO PHONE) Listen, pal --
JIMMY
Well, let's hear 'em now! Who wants
the prize?
CLICK! BETH HANGS DAVE UP.
BETH
I thought we could design some neat
t-shirts.
JIMMY
Nope!
LISA
A concert in the park, something
classical?
JIMMY
Nope!
BILL
"Even circus geeks need news."
JIMMY
Hmmm... (LONG BEAT) Nope! Well,
keep tryin'!
HE PULLS DAVE ASIDE FROWNING.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
Dave, I hate to be blunt here, but...
I don't want to have to do any
housecleaning.
DAVE
You'd fire one of my people over
this??
JIMMY
No, I meant housecleaning. Have you
seen that refrigerator, boy howdy!
Firing people 'cause they can't think
up a promo -- man, you are one cold
bastard!
AS HE STARTS TO LEAVE, THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN. BETH
ANSWERS.
BETH
Mr. James? (RE: PHONE) He swears
he's Clint Eastwood. Boy, does he
swear.
JIMMY
I'll get that in here.
HE LEADS DAVE INTO:
INT. DAVE'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
AND ANSWERS THE PHONE.
JIMMY
Squint! How the hell are ya, you ol'
dawg!... No kidding?... Uh huh.
Okay, then, dinner on Saturday.
Later, Squint!
HE HANGS UP.
DAVE
That was really Clint Eastwood?
JIMMY
Yep.
DAVE
And he's a friend of yours?
JIMMY
Well, ol' Squint - he hates it when I
call him that, "Squint" - Squint and I
took acting lessons together back in
Berkeley. Man, what a jokester - he
and I once stole the teacher's
dress...
DAVE
You and Clint Eastwood stole a woman's
clothing.
JIMMY
Didn't say anything about a woman,
Dave. Yeah, ol' Pinch-Face is gonna
run for Mayor of New York City, how
'bout that?
DAVE
You're kidding. That's great, that's
national! It's exactly the kind of
story we need. Has he told anyone
else yet?
JIMMY
Uh, no... and we can't either. He'll
have us all killed.
DAVE
Oh, come on.
JIMMY
I'm serious. Remember that hurricane
that almost blew Dan Rather's face
off? That was Squint.
DAVE
Eastwood had something to do with
Hurricane Opal?
JIMMY
All I'll say is, the man has
connections.
DAVE STARES AT HIS BOSS.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
Ever hear of Mike Ovitz?
DAVE IS BAFFLED.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
Big banana at Disney?
DAVE
I know! Okay, just to clarify, sir...
I'm pulling my hair out because I may
get fired from my job, where I'm
trying my damndest to get a talented
yet fiercely individualistic staff to
work together, and you want me to sit
on one of the hottest stories of the
year because a Hollywood celebrity and
a Disney executive control the
weather?
JIMMY
(SHEEPISH) Sounds weird when you
say it.
DAVE
I can't tell my people that! Look,
Mr. James, this breaking story is our
ticket back to second. Not some
clever little doodad.
JIMMY
Have no fear, Dave. I have every
confidence that you and your fine crew
will work together to create an
absolutely great piece of promotional
radio.
HE OPENS THE DOOR.
INT. BULLPEN - CONTINUOUS
BETH
Your idea sucks!
MATTHEW
Oh yeah, well you suck.
JOE
Not as much as you, King Suck!
LISA
I can't even tell you how much this
all sucks!
DAVE WILTS. BILL APPROACHES WEARING A BLACK ARMBAND.
BILL
This black cloth symbolizes my mourning
for the complete and utter death of
this station's professionalism.
DAVE
Bill...
BILL
And now I'm going to hold my breath
until you put a stop to this.
HE INHALES GREATLY, FILLING HIS CHEEKS LIKE DIZZY
GILLESPIE. JIMMY TURNS TO DAVE.
JIMMY
Looks like you got some work to do,
sailor!
END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
SCENE E
INT. DAVE'S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON
LISA STANDS BEHIND DAVE, WHO IS SEATED AT HIS DESK.
HE PRESSES THE INTERCOM.
DAVE
Beth, hold my calls for 10 minutes.
BETH (O.S.)
(OVER PHONE) Backrub break?
DAVE
Just do it.
BETH (O.S.)
Sorry, Dave. Nike came up with that
first.
HE HANGS UP AND LISA MASSAGES HIS SHOULDERS. JOE ENTERS.
JOE
So, Boss, I'll empty the refrigerator
if you go with my promo idea.
DAVE
Joe, no news station in their right
mind would hold a "kegger".
JOE
Hey, eight or nine beers and you can
get anyone to listen to us.
UNDER DAVE'S GLARE, JOE SHRUGS AND LEAVES.
DAVE
This is awful. I can't believe I have
to rely on them for something so
important.
LISA
Do you think we can come up with
something that'll make Mr. James
happy?
DAVE
I don't know and I'm terrified. I'm
getting enough pressure from him
without having to count on people who
can't remember to throw out food from
the Kennedy Administration.
BILL ENTERS, A SMALL BANDAGE ON HIS FOREHEAD.
BILL
Chief?
DAVE
How's your head, Bill? Getting enough
oxygen now?
BILL
Fine. I'm actually rather glad it was
Matthew who broke my fall.
DAVE
Look, Bill, I'm still very busy...
BILL
Yes, the backrub was my main clue.
LISA STEPS AWAY.
BILL (CONT'D)
This has to stop, Dave. Matthew wants
to use animals, for God's sake, and I
will not be party to any such
behavior.
LISA
Shoot! I thought of that first!
BILL
I had to write it down, it terrified
me so. (READING NOTE) "Tippy the
Kitty loves Bill McNeal." Cats don't
like me, Dave, and I don't like them.
DAVE
Perhaps they don't appreciate your
aloofness.
BILL
I'm serious, Dave, I'm starting to
lose my shi--... cool.
DAVE
Well, lose your "shkool" somewhere
else. You know, Matthew's a fun guy,
maybe I'll put him in the booth.
Permanently.
BILL GRITS HIS TEETH, STARTS TO LEAVE, BUT CLOSES
THE DOOR. HE SCREWS UP HIS COURAGE.
BILL
This never goes out of this room.
(THEY NOD) I used to be... fun.
LISA
You're pretty fun, Bill.
BOTH DAVE AND BILL LOOK AT HER LIKE SHE'S NUTS.
LISA (CONT'D)
Well?
BILL
That was before some bone-headed
advertising idea introduced me to the
joy of Vitamin P.
QUIZZICAL LOOKS.
BILL (CONT'D)
Prozac, guys, try to keep up. And I
thought I was the uncreative one...
HE SCANS THE ROOM.
BILL (CONT'D)
Okay... Twenty-three years ago, at
KLAK 97.1, I was a novice who was just
learning how to put the "voice" in
"voice-over". The owner thought it
would be cute to use dogs in a
promotional event.
DAVE
What happened?
BILL
Let's just say it wasn't the best idea
to mix 97 Miniature Dachshunds and a
truckload of green Jello.
LISA
Oh my God, were any of the poor little
dogs hurt?
BILL
No, Lisa, thanks to the quick thinking
of yours truly. I am sure, however,
that in the recorded history of this
planet, Bill McNeal is the only man to
have sucked cold gelatin from the
pointed little noses of nearly a
hundred wienerdogs!
DAVE AND LISA CAN ONLY STARE, STUPEFIED. THEN:
DAVE
Bill, as the News Director of this
radio station, and your boss...
(LONG BEAT) I have absolutely no idea
what to say.
LISA SHRUGS HER SHOULDERS: "DON'T LOOK AT ME".
BILL
I will not work on some "yippee
skippee" project with Matthew any
longer. And if WNYX is marketed as
"The Wacky Fun News Station", Dave, I
will quit. Understand?
DAVE
Oh, you don't mean that.
BILL
Oh, I mean it. You either find an
important news story to get us out of
this rut, or I'm gone. You'll see my
little silhouette running away from
the Bill-shaped hole in the wall.
DAVE
Honestly, Bill, sometimes getting you
people to work together is like...
(REALIZES, SMIRKS) nailing Jello to
a tree.
LISA STIFLES A GUILTY GIGGLE.
BILL
Please!! No animals, no wacky fun,
and no green Jello!!
DAVE SURRENDERS A SIGH.
DAVE
Okay, I give up. Bill, can you keep a
secret?
LISA
That story wasn't proof enough?
DAVE
You two can't tell anyone, but...
Clint Eastwood is about to announce
his candidacy for Mayor of New York.
LISA
That's great, a big story!
BILL
Dirty Harry's gonna kick some Big
Apple ass?
DAVE
Yes. But Mr. James has requested that
we wait and come up with a promo
first. So, if you just keep quiet a
little longer, we'll all get through
this alive, okay?
BILL
As God is my witness, Dave, I will
never, ever betray your confidence.
But I have a very important question.
DAVE
Yes?
BILL
What if I were to mention it briefly?
DAVE
Don't.
BILL
A broad hint?
DAVE
Bill, if you don't keep this under
wraps, I'll tell Matthew you secretly
desire to be his lifetime dogwalker.
BILL STIFFENS.
BILL
You win this round, Boy Wonder, but I
shall be vindicated... (BEAT) Now,
can you get someone to clean out that
damn refrigerator? Doesn't anybody
actually work around here?
HE EXITS INTO:
INT. BULLPEN - CONTINUOUS
WHERE MATTHEW WALKS UP WITH A FOLDED PAPER CUT-OUT
OF THE "WNYX" LOGO.
MATTHEW
Hey, Bill, wanna learn how to do this?
BILL RIPS IT IN HALF AND QUICKLY ENTERS THE BOOTH.
BILL
We interrupt this newscast to bring
you an extremely urgent bulletin that
affects all New Yorkers...
DAVE POKES HIS HEAD OUT, GLARING.
BILL (CONT'D)
But I'm not telling. Details
tomorrow!
CUT TO:
ACT TWO
SCENE F
INT. DAVE'S OFFICE - NEXT DAY
STRESSED DAVE AT WORK, BILL STROLLS IN SMUGLY.
BILL
You know, I just realized something...
If Jimmy finds out that you broke your
promise, you'll be back in Cheese-town
reporting on the latest cow-tipping...
DAVE STANDS.
DAVE
Don't even think it.
BILL
And it occurs to me that my reputation
as a journalist far outweighs anything
you can dish out...
DAVE
Don't play hardball with me, Bill -
you will lose.
BILL
What's that I hear? You're mooo-ving?
THEY SQUARE OFF NOSE-TO-NOSE LIKE PRIZE FIGHTERS.
DAVE
You don't know what I'm capable of.
BILL
Take your best shot, Bossie.
IT'S A STANDOFF.
JIMMY ENTERS.
JIMMY
William, my man! Got any sexy promo
slogans for me?
BILL
Oh, I've got something sexy for you to
hear, Jimmy...
DAVE QUICKLY REACHES INTO HIS DESK AND YANKS OUT A
DOG LEASH.
DAVE
Bill, can you give this to Matthew,
please?
DAVE HOLDS THE LEASH UP TO BILL LIKE A CROSS TO A
VAMPIRE. BILL RECOILS ACCORDINGLY.
BILL LOOKS TO JIMMY, THEN THE LEASH. HE OPENS HIS
MOUTH TO SPEAK, AND DAVE STEPS CLOSER. BILL
REFLEXIVELY SCRUNCHES.
JIMMY
Speak up, Bill.
BILL REPEATEDLY STRUGGLES TO VOCALIZE, BUT DAVE VAN
HELSING FORCES HIM BACK AGAIN AND AGAIN.
FINALLY, COWERING AT THE DOORWAY, BILL EMITS WHAT
CAN ONLY BE DESCRIBED AS A WHIMPERING PEEP, AND
RUSHES OUT.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
That's one hell of a management
technique, son. (BEAT) Maybe that's
what caused the huge jump in the
evening drive-time numbers last
night...
DAVE
The numbers are going up?
JIMMY
Unless Squint controls Arbitron, too.
DAVE
Wow, Oliver Stone's got nothing on you,
sir. Look, Mr. James, let's just tell
them about Eastwood and get on with our
jobs. They're already working together
across departments, and combined with
real news we'll be back in second place
before you know it.
JIMMY
"Working across departments", eh? Is
that what you call the circus act I
just witnessed?
DAVE
With all due respect, sir, what about
simple honesty?
LISA ENTERS FLIPPING THROUGH A SHEAF OF PAPERS.
LISA
I called up some files about Clint
running for Carmel...
SHE SEES JIMMY.
LISA (CONT'D)
Clint...-on... running for...
caramels... Bill Clinton running for
caramels, he, he loves that candy, you
know!
JIMMY LOOKS ASKANCE AT DAVE.
JIMMY
Looks like the "simple" outweighed the
"honesty".
HE SHAKES HIS HEAD AS HE EXITS, DAVE FOLLOWING.
INT. BULLPEN - CONTINUOUS
BILL WORKS THE AIRWAVES.
BILL
And now for that big, biiig political
news...
JIMMY AND DAVE STOP IN THEIR TRACKS. BILL QUICKLY
CALCULATES HIS FUTURE...
BILL (CONT'D)
Which is so big it won't even fit
through the door of the broadcast
booth! Tune in tomorrow... Say,
where's my crowbar?
BILL TURNS HIS BACK TO THE GLASS AND PRETENDS TO
READ COPY.
JIMMY
(TO THE ROOM) Listen up, people, I
have an announcement.
WORK STOPS.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
In just one day, the numbers are
quickly increasing. Whatever you're
doing, keep it up!
DAVE
Oh, no, I think that's a mistake,
sir...
JIMMY
But I still need that promo - tomorrow
morning, eight a.m. sharp!
HE STARTS TO LEAVE.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
Thrill me!
HE'S GONE. DAVE LOOKS BEATEN.
DAVE
I wonder if Mom'll let me move back in
for a while...
HE EXITS TO HIS OFFICE.
MATTHEW
What would make our numbers go up in
one day? (BEAT) I guess sometimes
life just says, "Good work, Matthew".
BETH
And sometimes life says, "Par-taaay!!"
JOE
Hey, let's go to the bar tonight and
you guys can come up with an idea
there.
MATTHEW
Nothing wrong with a few "brewskis" to
get creative...
A THOUGHTFUL PAUSE.
JOE
Chug! Chug! Chug!
THE STAFF JOINS IN.
STAFF
CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!
DAVE'S HEAD POPS OUT OF HIS OFFICE - THEY STOP
INSTANTLY. HE POPS BACK.
STAFF (CONT'D)
(VERY SOFTLY) Chug, chug, chug...
CUT TO:
ACT TWO
SCENE G
INT. ELEVATOR LOBBY - NEXT MORNING
BING! DAVE COMES OFF THE ELEVATOR AS MATTHEW
RUSHES TO THE BATHROOM HOLDING HIS MOUTH.
INT. BULLPEN - CONTINUOUS
AT THE COFFEE STAND, DAVE APPROACHES A GRIMACING
BETH, WHO'S GOBBLING ASPIRIN.
DAVE
Beth?
BETH
Oh, Jeez, Dave! You don't have to
yell!
DAVE
(SOFTLY) Sorry. Beth, can you --
BETH
Man alive, keep it down!
HE GESTURES IN MOCK SIGN-LANGUAGE, BUT SHE DOESN'T
GET IT.
INT. DAVE'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
DAVE ENTERS AND PICKS UP THE PHONE.
DAVE
Beth?
A BEAT, THEN HE WHISPERS SOMETHING VERY SOFTLY INTO
THE PHONE.
THE STAFF STRAGGLES IN AND LINES UP. ALL
DISHEVELED, THEY LOOK LIKE THE DIRTY HALF-DOZEN.
DAVE (CONT'D)
(LOUDLY) THANK YOU!!
THEY GRIMACE. DAVE TWISTS THE KNIFE.
DAVE (CONT'D)
LISA SAID THAT --
THEY FLINCH AGAIN. DAVE TONES IT DOWN.
DAVE (CONT'D)
Lisa has informed me you've come up
with a pretty good promo idea.
Something tells me the fact that it
was spawned by three dozen tequila
shots should concern me... but go
ahead.
LISA BLOWS A NOTE ON A PITCH PIPE. THEY ALL
BLANCH, BUT MATCH PITCH. WELL, APPROXIMATELY.
STAFF
(HUMMING) "Mmmmmmmmnmnnggkhkhhmmm..."
(COUGH, GAG)
DAVE
Wait! This isn't going to be a
selection from "A Chorus Line", is it?
LISA
No, Dave...
DAVE
Because I'm not sure I can handle
Matthew's high kicks this morning.
MATTHEW
I didn't know the lamp was an antique,
Dave. Gosh, one misplaced arabesque
and he gets all bent out of shape.
DAVE
Okay, go ahead.
LISA BLOWS THE PIPE AGAIN. MORE GROANS.
DAVE (CONT'D)
Hold on. Matthew, are you okay?
MATTHEW
(LOOKING AT HANDS) Have I always had
eleven fingers?
DAVE
Yes. Lisa?
LISA BLOWS THE PIPE A THIRD TIME. JIMMY WALKS IN.
JIMMY
Hey, gang!
LISA BLASTS A RESOUNDING SCREECH!! MATTHEW NEARLY
FAINTS BUT IS NARROWLY CAUGHT BY BETH.
DAVE
Good morning, sir. I was just about
to preview your new ad campaign...
JIMMY
Super-duper! Wait a minute. Is this
gonna be a scene from Chorus Line?
'Cause I had to dock Matthew for that
Chinese endtable of mine.
MATTHEW
No, sir.
JIMMY
Lay it on me, guys.
EVERYONE TAKES A DEEP BREATH. LISA BLOWS THE NOTE.
STAFF
(SINGING SOFTLY) It's a secret...
BILL
"Five Eight Five A.M. News Radio..."
STAFF
It's a secret...
BILL
"WNYX. No secret here. We tell everything."
STAFF
"Shhhhhh..."
THEY LOOK EXPECTANTLY AT JIMMY, WHO IS CLEARLY
THINKING HARD.
DAVE
Sir?
JIMMY
You guys make this up together?
THEY ALL NOD.
JIMMY (CONT'D)
You gonna quit, Bill?
BILL
Not if I can get the hell outta here.
Say, to a beach?
JIMMY
Okay, then, I'll tell Marketing.
Oh, damn, that's right.
HE TURNS TO LEAVE.
BETH
Um, Mr. James? The tiny, sober part
of my brain wants to ask: does that
mean there's no prize?
JIMMY
Oh, yeah. Keychains all around.
See ya!
DAVE
Hold on, sir. Isn't there another
very important announcement you'd like
to make?
THEY LOOK EXPECTANTLY AT JIMMY. HE HESITATES, THEN:
JIMMY
That fridge is really a mess, Judas
priest!
DAVE
And?
JIMMY
My birthday's comin' up?
BILL
Oh, for God's sake! Clint Eastwood is
running for Mayor of New York!!
DAVE
Thank you, Bill, I'm sure that was
cathartic.
JIMMY
Dave, the emotion you create is
inspiring.
DAVE
It was the wiener dogs, sir. (OFF
JIMMY'S LOOK) I'll explain later.
MATTHEW
I like Clint Eastwood. Even though
he's definitely not a little person.
BETH
I think he could use a little
moisturizer... (PATS HER FACE)
JIMMY
Yeah, poor Squint never recovered from
that Bobbing for French Fries gag.
But he sure got me back with this
Mayor scam, didn't he! Mayor of New
York, who'd believe that? Well, good
bye, children, "drive safely"!
THEY STAND STUNNED AS JIMMY EXITS.
CUT TO:
ACT TWO
SCENE H
INT. BREAKROOM
MATTHEW SITS EATING FROM A TUPPERWARE BOWL. BILL
STANDS AT A DISTANCE, SIPPING COFFEE.
DAVE ENTERS AND LOOKS IN THE REFRIGERATOR.
DAVE
Oh, my God!!
MATTHEW
(SMUG) Is there a problem, Dave?
DAVE
It's clean!
BILL
Matthew and I came in early and
scrubbed it out.
MATTHEW
Bill wore an apron!
DAVE
Cute.
MATTHEW
Not as cute as when he stuck the
dishwashing glove on his head and
inflated it with his nose.
DAVE LOOKS AT BILL.
BILL
I'm a wacky fun guy.
DAVE
Howie Mandel lives. Well, I wanted to
personally thank you two for putting
aside your differences to come up with
a great slogan. Well, as least, one
that doesn't make us all vomit. Hmm,
I guess I can't say that either...
MATTHEW
You're welcome. I was the one who
realized that Bill wasn't telling the
whole truth.
BILL
But, ultimately it was my voice-over.
MATTHEW
Yes, but it was my original concept.
BILL
Which I made soar with MY vocal
tonalities!
DAVE
Okay, okay! Guys? Thank you.
Honestly, thank you from the bottom of
my very busy heart.
DAVE LEAVES. BILL DOWNS A FINAL GULP OF COFFEE.
BILL
Just remember, Matthew, who they call
"Talent".
HE STARTS TO WALK OUT.
MATTHEW
Sure thing, Bill. Hey, want some of
this green Jello?
BILL'S EYES GO WIDE, BUT HE RECOVERS.
BILL
No thanks, Matthew, I've already had
some. (BEAT) Two months ago, it used
to be milk.
MATTHEW SLOWLY SPITS OUT THE GREEN SUBSTANCE BACK
INTO THE TUPPERWARE.
END OF SHOW
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