His cell phone - very much of the period - rings on the
passenger seat next to him. He picks it up, placing the cup
between his thighs.
RANDY (ON THE PHONE) (CONT’D)
Randy, do you remember Maria
Altmann? She has something she
wants to ask you.
RANDY (ON THE PHONE)
Not a good time, Mom, not a good
time. I’ll call you later.
He switches it off, puts it back, and aims for his cup. But
he drops it, pouring steaming coffee on his crotch.
EXT. BERGEN BROWN SHERMAN OFFICES. DAY.
Randy is racing towards the impressive glass and steel
building that houses the Bergen Brown Sherman Law Firm. He’s
running late, has to weave his way through impressive young
lawyers on their way to work.
INT. ELEVATOR, BERGEN BROWN SHERMAN. DAY.
And in the elevator of the law firm building, he is still
rehearsing under his breath.
I sincerely feel that with a firm
of this standing, no, with a firm
of this calibre..
There’s a high-powered looking lawyer wearing an impressive
suit in the lift - he throws Randy a funny, slightly
supercilious look and then spots the coffee stain on the
It’s coffee. Soya cappuccino.
INT. BERGEN BROWN SHERMAN BOARDROOM. DAY
In the impressive glass and steel offices, Randy is now being
interviewed by the partners that make up BERGEN, BROWN and
SHERMAN, all in their sixties. They sit on one side of the
boardroom table and on the other sits Randy, who is
delivering his rehearsed spiel with nervy gusto.
With a firm as impressive as this,
I would be strongly motivated to
deliver my very best.
SHERMAN has an open folder before him which contains Randy’s
the name SCHOENBERG in bold letters at the top.
Any relation to the famous