Man About Town

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"Who are you?"

It's a simple one, right?

No. No, not really.

Because if it was,

you wouldn't be here.

You people are going

to find out who you are.

So, you are going to write

a daily Journal.

And guess what?

You'll start the first thing

tomorrow morning.

You're gonna get up,

sit down,

and you are going to tell

the Journal your name,

a bit about yourself,

your life and your world.

"Who...

"am...

...I?"

I shall see you all again

next week.

Journal entry, day one.

My name is Jack Giamoro.

I live in Malibu, California,

with my wife Nina.

Nina is...

Nina is...

a good swimmer.

She likes to swim.

We've been married four years,

and she's a very...

strong swimmer.

My father, Ben Giamoro,

lives with us now.

Dad was a movie producer in the '60s,

mostly low-budget

teen car chase movies,

science fiction stuff.

It wasn't what he wanted to do,

but he was strong and bullheaded

and people loved him.

Six months,

two weeks ago today,

Dad had a stroke

that almost killed him.

Dad's...

Dad is getting better.

I am a talent agent.

I help talented people navigate their dreams

through a treacherous world.

I specialize in handling

television writers,

people that would be much better suited

to this assignment than I am.

Some mornings I get to work

and it's easy.

I'm good and calm, relaxed,

ready to face whatever

the day throws at me.

Some mornings I get stuck in traffic, though.

I get stuck in traffic,

and I sit there and think about my life,

about the world,

about what's out there

waiting to take me,

to test me, to destroy me.

On these days,

I get to work Just a tad less friendly.

End of Journal entry.

Good morning.

Partner meeting in ten minutes.

I got it.

Hey, Jack, you need anything?

Coffee, bagel?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

Hey, you see the game yesterday?

It was a good shot.

Last minute.

Lucky, get out.

I think my wife

has been having an affair.

I don't know who it is,

but I think my wife may be

having an affair.

Partner meeting.

Yeah, I'm coming.

Be right there.

All right.

We gonna start?

We're waiting for you, Jack.

Are you gonna sit down?

I've got an 11:
30 at NBC.

I don't wanna crease this shirt.

Start.

You're a tragic figure.

I swear to God.

Do you have that David Lilly lunch today?

Yeah, I do, but it's not a lock,

so we'll see.

You'll sign him.

I have faith.

I IMDB'd him last night.

The guy's created seven hit series

and he's still only 35.

He's way too hot for us

not to own him.

He's a bucket of money, Jack.

We need him. Make it happen.

I'm aware of that,

thank you very much, guys,

I appreciate it.

I'm Just saying he took the meeting with me

as a favor to me.

So, while I guarantee you

I will sign him,

it may not be today

that I sign him, okay?

- Calm down.

- So, Jack...

what's this adult ed class

you took last night?

Where did you hear about that?

What class are you taking?

Journal writing?

What is that for?

It's a self-exploration technique.

It's meant to make me

a better team player here.

I'll probably be recommending

everybody take the class.

Oh, come on.

You got us in karate,

Kabbalah meetings,

environmental coffees.

Any chance you're gonna

shit-can this thing

so I can sit home one night

and lay around on the couch?

I don't shit-can things.

I finish what I start.

Why don't you Just go to therapy

like normal fucked up people do?

Why don't we start the meeting?

How about that?

Hey! Put the phone down.

Who'd you tell I was

taking that class?

Did you tell Arlene's assistant?

- The truth?

- Yes, the truth.

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