The Family Man Page #3

6INT. JACK’S CLOSET - MORNING

...the size of a small house, a long row of Zegna

suits, shoe trees stacked with Italian shoes, tailored

shirts everywhere.

Jack’s still HUMMING to the music as he dresses in

front of a mirror.

7INT. ELEVATOR - MORNING

Jack, wearing an elegant camel’s hair overcoat and

carrying a leather briefcase, a “Master of the

Universe” smile on his face, now HUMMING the Bach piece

from memory...

The doors open at 6. Jack self-consciously stops

singing as ELIZABETH PETERSON, 60s, wearing a mink

coat, gets on the elevator carrying a yappy little dog.

JACK:

(a charming smile)

Mrs. Peterson.

MRS. PETERSON

Hello Jack. You don’t

have to stop singing on

my account...

JACK:

It’s because I’m shy,

Betty. So, when are you

going to leave that old

corpse Mr. Peterson and

run away with me?

MRS. PETERSON

You know you could never

satisfy me the way he

does...

The doors open to the lobby. Mrs. Peterson walks out

ahead.

8INT. JACK’S BUILDING, LOBBY - MORNING

TONY THE DOORMAN holds the door open for Jack and Mrs.

Peterson...

TONY THE DOORMAN

Merry Christmas, Mr.

Campbell.

JACK:

How’d you do this year,

Tony?

TONY THE DOORMAN

About four grand. And a

bottle of twenty five

year old scotch from Mrs.

Johnson in 9D. I’m

putting it all in

commercial paper like you

said.

JACK:

Just until the Deutsche

Mark turns...

Jack exits the building...

9 OMITTED

9AEXT. CENTRAL PARK - MORNING

Jack’s Ferrari racing through the park...

10EXT. LASSITER BUILDING - MORNING

A modern Wall Street building. The sign above the

glass doors reads, “P.K. Lassiter and Associates,

Investment House.”

The Ferrari SCREECHES to a halt. Jack gets out, heads

into the building...

10AINT. LASSITER BUILDING - CONTINUOUS

...Jack throws his keys to a nearby SECURITY GUARD with a

smile on his way to the elevators...

CHAPTER THREE - JACK THE BUSINESSMAN

DISSOLVE TO:

11INT. LASSITER BUILDING, CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

The Manhattan skyline shines through the windows of

this beautiful conference room.

SIX EXECUTIVES are seated at a huge oak table littered

with coffee cups and lunch waste. At the end of the

table, ALAN MINTZ, 30s, balding, sits with a faraway

look in his eyes, three empty Diet Coke cans in front

of him.

Mintz is poking at a shiny gold cherub dangling from a

small, plastic Christmas tree, sitting in the middle of

the table.

Jack is addressing the group from the front of the

room, standing in front of a computer with a huge flat

screen monitor, covered with stock charts and tables...

JACK:

...if MedTech's shares sink

any lower than...

(casually executing

a keystroke)

...forty three, we're in

trouble with the stock

valuation. So for god's sake

watch what you say to your

institutional customers...

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