Jerry Maguire Page #3

SHOT OF DICKY FOX

DICKY FOX:

The key to this job is personal

relationships.

As Jerry continues typing, his voice is excited now.

JERRY'S VOICE

And suddenly it was all pretty

clear. The answer was fewer

clients. Caring for them, caring

for ourselves, and the games too.

Starting our lives, really.

SHOT OF SENTENCE: We must embrace what is still virginal

about our own enthusiasm, we must crack open the tightly

clenched fist and give back a little for the common good, we

must simply be the best versions of ourselves... that

goodness will be unbeatable and the money will appear.

He pauses, and wipes his eyes, still considering the sentence.

JERRY'S VOICE

(continuing)

Hey, I'll be the first to admit

it. What I was writing was

somewhat "touchy feely."

He deletes it. And then -- zip -- he restores it and

continues on, boldly.

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8.

JERRY'S VOICE

(continuing)

I didn't care. I had lost the

ability to bullshit. It was the

me I'd always wanted to be.

INT. KINKO'S COPIES -- NIGHT

Jerry in T-shirt stands proudly watching copies pumped out.

Wired college students, band guys, other Copy People of the

Night nearby.

JERRY'S VOICE

I printed it up in the middle of

the night, before I could re-think

it.

Industrial, multi-pierced Kinko's copy guy examines the first

printed copy of the Mission Statement. He nods approvingly,

taps his heart in tribute. He slides a copy across the

counter, for Jerry's approval.

THE THINGS WE THINK AND DO NOT SAY

(The Future of Our Business)

KINKO'S GUY

That's how you become great, man.

You hang your ba11s out there.

Jerry nods. It's 3 AM, and this guy sounds and looks like a

prophet. In fact, everyone in Kinko's at 3 AM does.

JERRY:

(self-effacing)

Thanks.

ON MEMOS:

being stuffed into mail-slots.

INT. HOTEL ROOM -- MORNING

Jerry splashes water onto his face. The sun is coming up.

He looks younger, lighter.

ON TV MOVIE (JERRY WATCHING)

Suddenly, dramatic movie score. It's Dana Andrews, showing

Gene Tierney the newspaper reports of her death in Laura.

("Someone was murdered in this room last night... any idea

who it was?") Camera whips to Jerry, standing watching as he

packs. A slight concern on his face. He moves to the phone,

and dials with urgency.

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9.

JERRY:

Hi, it's jerry maguire. Uh,

listen did those manuscripts

get... Oh they did... No no no no

no, that's fine...

INT. ELEVATOR -- DAY

JERRY:

Jerry in suit, alone with his

luggage. Dry throat. clammy,

holds onto the handrail to steady

himself.

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