Little Black Book Page #4

It's like a credit. You need

so many credits to advance.

- And you have the most?

- Catching on.

He's next. The only way to jump ahead

of him is if you land the live show.

- Please.

- This month?

- A week from Friday.

- APs never get the live show.

- Karen Meskil.

- Urban legend.

Anyway, if you do,

you're instantly promoted.

- Wow.

- Hi, Barbara.

Hey, Kippie. Great show.

Let's not go there.

You must be Stacy.

Wow. I am so unbelievably

sorry about what happened.

Please. Let he who is without sin

cast the first stone.

Hello again.

Ira.

- Nachlis.

- Yes, you are.

So sorry to hear about you and Neil.

I thought he was a keeper.

Kippie?

- Sorry. Excuse me.

- Bye.

- Who's Neil?

- My boyfriend.

Ex, actually.

"Hi, Barbara. How's Neil?

You must be Stacy."

What's missing here?

Oh, me!

You're right. I should get as many

shows on the air as possible. Be seen.

Noticed by somebody. Anybody.

Okay, so, what I'm about to do should

not be interpreted as groveling...

...hypocrisy, or desperation.

It's merely a loss of personal integrity.

Excuse me. Larry, wait up!

- He's funny.

- Yeah. Talented too.

Okay, I'll do the midgets.

- Too bad he'll never make it here.

- Why not?

He cares too much what

everyone thinks. Especially Kippie.

- And that's bad because...?

- They're shopping for a newer model.

- But she's the boss.

- It's been in the works a long time.

Who do you think leaked

the pictures to the tabloids?

Her ratings are down, and she's got

five years left on her contract.

You do the math.

- So is it always like this?

- I don't know.

I haven't been here

long enough to say.

- No, I thought you were...

- A lifer?

No. A year and a half ago

I was on Wall Street.

And before that I drove a bus.

It's all pretty much the same.

People will tell you who they are

if you just listen.

You can figure them out.

Sometimes you can help.

- Let's help Kippie.

- I should warn you.

I'm uncomfortable

with touching and sentiment.

- Sorry.

- Thank you.

It's all about the bottom line.

- In every business.

- Does she know?

She used to be prime-time

out of New York.

Now she's syndicated in Jersey.

It's one thing to start here, but you

don't climb your way to Trenton.

Nothing we can do,

short of winning sweeps.

- Well, then let's win sweeps.

- Oh, okay.

- We could try.

- Win one for the Kipper?

- Please.

- This is too earnest for me.

You've been teetering,

and you just crossed over.

- Don't you like her?

- I do, actually.

A lot. But that's irrelevant.

That may be so, but does it reveal

who your true friends are?

Are they keeping secrets?

Well, it's not a secret anymore

for someone...

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