And Then Came Love Page #4

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And then I counted to 1 0.

And then I hit him.

Well, next time, you walk away, okay?.

Now, did you tell him

your dad was a Yankee?.

Yeah. So?.

-So?. That's not the truth.

-Prove it.

Time to go to bed.

JAKE:

You're mean.

JULlE:

Yeah, Mom's so mean.

Why can't my daddy bring me

to the Yankees like Horatio's?.

Well, you know our family

doesn't have a daddy, you know that.

-You and I go to the Yankee games.

-It's not fair. I want a daddy.

Well, I wish

I could've given you a daddy...

...but there were no daddies available.

And Mommy wanted you so badly

I told the doctors I needed you right away.

Because you're the most important thing

that ever happened to me.

LARRY:
Julie, the guy you're looKing for

is Paul Cooper.

Last Known address: 34 Butler Road,

Scarsdale, New YorK, 1 0483.

But you didn 't hear it from me.

I wanna Keep my license.

Good lucK, sweetheart. Larry Matthews.

Paul?.

Um, Dad?.

-Can I help you?.

-Um....

I sure hope so.

I ' m trying to track down Paul.

-Paul Cooper?.

-Are you with the police?.

Oh, no, no. Of course not.

I'm Julie Davidson.

With Metropolitan.

The number-one news and lifestyle

magazine on the East Coast?.

A little too liberal for my taste.

But, uh, come in.

So, um, what do you want with Paul?.

Research for a story I'm writing

about lawyers.

Then I'm the one you should speak to.

Charles Cooper.

I'm sure you've heard of me.

No, it's Paul.

Then you're a lousy reporter.

Or you're a cop. And I'm thinking cop.

Because you look like a detective.

Thank you.

I'm not a cop.

Then what I don't get is...

...why would you wanna do a story

on a lousy loser?.

A bum.

A dropout.

I write about choices.

Even stupid ones?.

Look, you're not to use my name in this.

I don't want any further embarrassment.

Do you understand me?.

You've got nothing to worry about.

We haven't really heard from him in a while.

He sort of moves around a lot.

He's a freeloader. That's what he is.

His cell phone got disconnected.

[CHUCK CHUCKLES]

I didn't pay the bill.

I see.

Excuse me.

Do you really wanna talk to Paul?.

I don't even know anymore.

Listen, it's not easy being the son

of the mighty Chuck Cooper.

I should know.

He's living in Jersey City now.

Here's his address.

[HlP-HOP MUSlC PLAYlNG]

MAN:

Hey. Hi.

-Hi.

-Can I help you?.

Not unless you're Paul Cooper. Are you?.

Who wants to know?.

I'm with Metropolitan Magazine.

Look, I was gonna head across the street

to get a drink.

-Join me?.

-Sure.

MAN:
What did you say your name was?.

-Julie.

Shoot.

Oh.

Can I buy you a drink, Julie?.

Sure.

I'll have a glass of white wine, please.

And I'll have a Scotch.

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