The Family Man Page #5

ADELLE:

(ignoring the candy)

You're a ray of sunshine,

Jack.

They approach an office, the words, "Jack Campbell -

President" stenciled on the glass...

13INT. JACK'S OUTER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

...continuing past Adelle's desk, Jack looking at his

messages, and into Jack's office...

14INT. JACK'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

A cavernous office, you could land a helicopter in it -

high tech fixtures, full bar, leather sofa, $3,000

Stairmaster...

Jack walks to an enormous, bare mahogany desk, and sits

down in a high tech ergonomic leather chair.

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:

God, no. I thought about it

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:

No?! You almost married this

woman. Aren't you even

curious what she wants?

JACK:

She's probably just having a

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.

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