Family Man, The (2000)
by David Diamond and David Weissman.

CHAPTER ONE - EARLY HISTORY

1   INT. KENNEDY AIRPORT, PAN AM TERMINAL - NIGHT

SUPER:  AUTUMN, 1987

A line of PASSENGERS about to board a Pan Am flight to 
London.

JACK CAMPBELL, 22, head full of long unkempt hair, Tom 
Selleck mustache,  the hopeful look of youth in his 
eyes... sitting next to...

KATE REYNOLDS, 21, pretty, Dorothy Hamill haircut...
rubbing the tears from  her swollen red eyes...

              KATE
     I got you a few necessities...

Kate hands Jack a new copy of Vonnegut’s “Cat’s 
Cradle.?

              KATE  (CONT’D)
     Your copy was a mess...

Jack accepts the book but he’s unable to take his eyes 
off Kate.?She hands him a cassette.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     Every one of these songs will 
     remind you of me in a slightly 
     different way...

              JACK
     All in one tape?

              KATE
     I also put side two of London 
     Calling on there...

Kate leans over and kisses him passionately on the 
lips.

              KATE  (CONT’D)
     That was not officially the 
     goodbye kiss. It was just an 
     interim kiss...

He looks at her, his eyes welling up. He pulls her 
close, kissing her deeply. Then...

              ANNOUNCER (O.S.)
     This will be the final boarding 
     call for Pan Am flight 4 to 
     London, Heathrow.

Jack takes Kate’s hand, getting up, turning sadly to 
the gate.

              KATE
     You have your ticket?

Jack pulls out a BLUE PAN AM TICKET ENVELOPE.?Kate 
nods. They embrace and kiss again.?As they separate.

              JACK
     I’m not even gonna say it, 
     Kate. Maybe it’ll be like 
     I never left...

Jack takes one lastlook at her, then heads for the 
gate.

Kate stands there, watching him go.?Then...

...a  moment of intuition. Something isn’t right. She 
looks at Jack, about to disappear into the jetway, 
trying to decide...

              KATE
     Wait.

Jack turns. Kate approaches him.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I have a bad feeling about 
     this.

              JACK
     About the plane? What do you 
     think it’s gonna crash? Don’t 
     say that...

              KATE
          (shaking her head)
     I know we’ve talked about this a 
     thousand times and we both agree 
     that going to London is the 
     right thing to do. But in my 
     heart... this feels wrong.

She looks at the gate...the last few passengers are boarding, 
then back into Jack’s eyes.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     Don’t  go, Jack...

              JACK
     You mean don’t go at all??
     What about my internship?

              KATE
     Believe me I know what an 
     incredible opportunity this 
     is for you...

              JACK
     For us, Kate.

              KATE
     Right, for us. But...I’m
     afraid that if you get on 
     that plane...

              JACK
     What?

Kate looks at him, pleading with her eyes, but she can’t 
say...

              KATE
          (torn)
     Go. I’m sorry, you should just 
     go...

              JACK
          (thinking, then...)
     No, you’re right.?What are we 
     doing?

              KATE
     We're being responsible.  Go.
     Get on the plane.

His eyes narrow as he measures her determination...

              KATE (CONT'D)
          (a smile)
    Get the hell outta my sight.
    You bother me.

A laugh from Jack.  Kate gives him a calm smile and a
nod - it's not entirely convincing but it's enough for
Jack.

              JACK
          (resolute)
    Okay, I'm going...

He takes her in his arms one last time and hugs her
tight.  Jack looks toward the gate, the line
disappearing...Kate grasps his shirt tightly.

              KATE
    I can't seem to let go of
    you...

              JACK
    You hear me complaining about
    that?

A sober look in Jack's eyes.

              JACK (CONT'D)
    Look, we're at the airport and
    no one ever thinks clearly at
    the airport so we should just
    trust the decision we already
    made.  You've been accepted to
    one of the best law schools in
    the country, I've got this
    internship at Barclay's Bank.
    We have a great plan, honey...

Kate nods, then, with resolve...

              KATE
    You want to do something
    great, Jack?  Let's flush the
    plan...start our lives right
    now, today...I don't know what
    that life's gonna look like
    but I do know it has both of
    us in it.  And I choose us...

Jack is jolted by her words.

              KATE (CONT'D)
    The plan doesn't make us
    great, Jack.  What we have
    together, that's what makes us
    great.

Her words sink in...A long moment of decision...He
looks toward the gate, only one person left in
line...back to Kate...imploring him with her eyes.

Finally...He kisses her deeply on the lips...

              JACK
    I love you, Kate...

...a smile from Kate...relief...then...

              JACK (CONT'D)
          (taking her face in
           his hands)
    ...and a year in London's not
    gonna change that.  A hundred
    years couldn't change that...

Jack gives her one final kiss then walks pensively to
the gate, handing the attendant his ticket, not able to
look back.

Kate watches him go, tears streaming down her face, as
the gate door closes behind him.  She waits, almost
willing it to open again...waiting...waiting...but it
doesn't...

DISSOLVE TO:

1A   EXT. MANHATTAN - ESTABLISHING - DAY

The skating rink at Central Park...Christmas tree at
Rockefeller Center...the view down Fifth Avenue with
Christmas decorations...Park Avenue.

2   EXT. MANHATTAN - EARLY MORNING

We close in on a spectacular pre-war doorman
building...

3   INT. JACK'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

A huge space with gleaming hardwood floors, ornate
moldings, and a great view of the Hudson and Jersey
behind it...

The place looks like a museum display...everything is
of the highest quality and meticulously maintained.

A wall of photos - Jack and Clinton, Jack with Patrick
Ewing, Jack between Alan Greenspan and Henry Kravis.

And a "Willie Mays" baseball bat encased in glass...

4   INT. JACK'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

...impeccably decorated and obsessively neat.

Close in on the bed where JACK CAMPBELL, now 35, sans
mustache and long hair, opens his eyes.
A FLASH of bright morning light from the window.  Jack
shields his eyes, turning his head toward the bathroom
where he sees...

A WOMAN'S BACK...draped in a towel...an incredible
back, neither flabby nor overly toned, beautifully
curved...Jack focuses on it a moment. As the woman
turns to him...

PAULA.  Beautiful, late 20s, a toothbrush in her
mouth...

              PAULA
          (holding up toothbrush)
   I hope you don't mind.  There
   were like ten new ones in the
   cabinet.

A playful smile from Paula.

              JACK
   It's not what you think.  I
   took Mentadent public...

Paula smiles, moves over to a chair and grabs a little
black dress hanging neatly over it.

              PAULA
   Did you really mean what you
   said about Tuscany?

              JACK
   Of course I did.

              PAULA
   Last night was great...

              JACK
   You are an amazing lover.  You
   should be giving motivational
   seminars.

              PAULA
   Thanks.  You're not bad
   yourself...

Jack grabs his Frank Mueller watch from the night
stand, puts it on his wrist.  He looks at Paula as she
slips the dress on.

              JACK
   I want to see you again.

              PAULA
   I'd like that, too.

     JACK
   Tonight.

She turns to him.

              PAULA
   It's Christmas Eve, Jack.

              JACK
   So we'll get egg nog.

Paula laughs.

              PAULA
          (putting on her shoes)
   I have to go to my parents'
   house out in Jersey.  Would
   you like to come?

              JACK
   Jersey?  You know what the
   traffic's gonna be like?

              PAULA
   I'm taking the train...

Paula approaches Jack, leaning over him, her long hair
dangling on his chest.

              PAULA (CONT'D)
   Don't you have anywhere to go?

              JACK
   I've got plenty of places to
   go.

He stays there, confident, sexy, waiting for an
answer...

              PAULA
          (a sexy laugh, then...)
   Maybe I can try and sneak away
   some time tomorrow morning...
          (kissing him on 
           the lips)
   Okay?

              JACK
          (coy)
   If it's something you feel
   strongly about.

Paula walks to the door, then turns back to Jack.

              PAULA
     It was nice meeting you, Jack...

CHAPTER TWO - MAIN TITLES

4A   INT. JACK’S APARTMENT - MORNING

Jack saunters over to a Yamaha Grand Disclavier in the 
living room.  He puts a disk into the piano and...

...the keys come alive with the music of BACH.  Jack 
hits a switch and suddenly the entire apartment is 
enveloped in music...

4B   INT. JACK’S BUILDING, CORRIDOR - SAME TIME

Paula, waiting for the elevator, hears the MUSIC 
emanating from Jack’s apartment...an intrigued glance 
back at the apartment door as the elevator arrives...

5   INT. JACK’S BATHROOM - MORNING

Back’s “Passion According to St. Matthew?is blaring 
through the speakers, the music is swelling to full 
orchestra...

Jack’s at the mirror in this incredibly neat marble-
tiled bathroom, shaving with a silver-plated Hammacher 
Schlemmer razor, HUMMING with the orchestra...

6   INT. 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.

7   INT. 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.

8   INT. 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

9A   EXT. CENTRAL PARK - MORNING

Jack’s Ferrari racing through the park...

10   EXT. 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...

10A  INT. 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:

11   INT. 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...

Jack notices Alan Mintz playing with the cherub.

              JACK (CONT'D)
   ...we still have almost a full
   day of trading before zero
   hour and I don't want any
   trouble...
          (distracted by Mintz)
   ...penny for your thoughts,
   Alan...

Alan looks up.

              ALAN
   Sorry, Jack.  I told Dee and
   the kids I'd be home by
   dinner.  You know, it being
   Christmas Eve and all.

              JACK
   Is that tonight?

A LAUGH from the group.  Jack approaches Alan.

              JACK (CONT'D)
   You think I like being here on
   Christmas Eve, Alan?

              ALAN
   I don't know.  Maybe...

Another LAUGH.  Even Jack lets out a good-natured
chuckle.

              JACK
   Okay, maybe I do have a touch
   of tunnel vision this holiday
   season.  But in two days we're
   going to announce one of the
   largest mergers in U.S.
   corporate history.  Thirty
   billion dollars...
          (basking in the glory)
   When this kind of deal turns
   up you get on and you ride it
   `till it's over.  You don't
   ask it for a vacation...

A chuckle from the group...the esprit de corps seems to
energize Jack.

              JACK (CONT'D)
          (to the group)
   December 26th.  After that
   there'll be so much money
   floating around here it'll be
   like Christmas every day...
          (smiling)
   December 26th, people.  If
   you'd like to celebrate that
   day, you all have my
   blessing...

Enthusiastic nods and words of agreement from the suits
around the table...

              ALAN
   You're right, Jack.  Sorry...
   Jack approaches Alan.

              JACK
   I don't want you to be sorry,
   Alan, I want you to be
   excited.  I want my gift to be
   the first one you open this
   year.  You know why?

              ALAN
   Why Jack?

              JACK
   Because my gift comes with ten
   zeroes at the end...

A MURMUR of excitement in the room, even Alan cracks a
smile.  Jack puts a hand on Alan's shoulder.

              JACK (CONT'D)
   Good man...

12   INT. LASSITER BUILDING CORRIDOR - NIGHT

The conference room door opens and the SIX ENERGIZED
SUITS emerge, each met by an ASSISTANT handing them
messages.

Jack is the last one out.  He's met in stride by
ADELLE, 50s, carrying a Filofax and a pile of phone
messages.

              ADELLE
   Only eight thirty?  What's the
   matter, had some last minute
   shopping to do?

Jack pops a peppermint Lifesaver in his mouth as Adelle
hands him his messages.

              JACK
   You too?  This holiday's about
   giving, Adelle.  And I'm
   giving everything I've got to
   this deal, so in a way, I'm
   more Christmassy than
   anyone...
          (holding out the candy)
   Lifesaver?

              ADELLE
          (ignoring the candy)
   You're a ray of sunshine,
   Jack.

They approach an office, the words, "Jack Campbell -
President" stenciled on the glass...

13   INT. JACK'S OUTER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

...continuing past Adelle's desk, Jack looking at his
messages, and into Jack's office...

14   INT. JACK'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

A cavernous office, you could land a helicopter in it -
high tech fixtures, full bar, leather sofa, $3,000
Stairmaster...

Jack walks to an enormous, bare mahogany desk, and sits
down in a high tech ergonomic leather chair.

              ADELLE
   Oh, and Oxxford called...

              JACK
   Ooh, my suits are ready...

He gets to the last message, sees the name on it, and
reels back.

              JACK (CONT'D)
   Kate Reynolds...

              ADELLE
   Her assistant said you could
   call her at home after eight.

Jack stares at the message like he's looking at a
ghost.

              JACK
   Her assistant?

              ADELLE
   Yeah Jack, her assistant...

              JACK
          (lost in the message)
   Kate Reynolds was my
   girlfriend in college.  I
   almost married her...

              ADELLE
          (a hearty LAUGH)
   You?  Married?

              JACK
          (snapping out of it)
   Almost married.  And almost a
   junior broker at E.F.
   Hutton...

              ADELLE
   Excuse me?

              JACK
   She didn't want me to go to
   London.  We're standing at the
   airport saying goodbye and she
   asks me to stay.

              ADELLE
   So you left her?  Just like
   that?

              JACK
   God, no.  I thought about it
   for practically the entire
   flight...

              ADELLE
   Stop Jack, I'm getting all
   weepy.

              JACK
   I took the road less traveled,
   Adelle.

              ADELLE
   And look where it's led you...
          (picking up the phone)
   I'm gonna get her on the
   phone...

Jack pauses, focused on the message, his mind drifting
back...

Adelle begins dialing the number.  Finally, Jack
reaches out and hangs up the phone.

              JACK
   No...

              ADELLE
   No?!  You almost married this
   woman.  Aren't you even
   curious what she wants?

              JACK
   She's probably just having a
   fit of nostalgia.  You know,
   lonely Christmas Eve, call the
   one that got away, that kind
   of thing.

Adelle rolls her eyes at him.

              JACK (CONT'D)
   I'm telling you, it's ancient
   history...

Jack looks up as PETER LASSITER, 60s, founder and
chairman of P.K. Lassiter and Associates, saunters into
the room.

              LASSITER
   Eight forty-five on Christmas
   Eve and Jack Campbell is still
   at his desk.  There's a
   Hallmark moment for you...

Lassiter heads to the bar like he's done it a million
times.

              JACK
   Peter.  I don't see you
   rushing home to trim the tree.

              LASSITER
          (pouring himself 
           a scotch)
   That's because I'm a heartless
   bastard who only cares about
   money.

              JACK
   And God love you for it.

Lassiter drops down in a soft leather chair opposite
Jack.

              LASSITER
          (sipping the scotch)
   I just got a call from Terry
   Haight.  Bob Thomas is
   nervous...

              JACK
   That'll happen when you're
   about to spend thirty billion
   dollars on some aspirin...

              LASSITER
   Someone's gonna have to nurse
   him through this.

              JACK
   Why are you staring at my
   breasts, Peter?

              LASSITER
   I need you, tiger..

              JACK
   Where is he?

              LASSITER
   Aspen.

Jack pauses for a beat.

              JACK
          (to Adelle)
   Call Aunt Irma.  Tell her I
   won't be able to make it
   tomorrow...

Adelle rolls her eyes at him...

              LASSITER
   You're a credit to capitalism,
   Jack.

Jack glances at Adelle, then looks back at Lassiter.

              JACK
   Hey Peter, lemme ask you a
   question.  An old girlfriend
   calls you out of the blue on
   Christmas Eve...

              LASSITER
   You suddenly having trouble
   getting dates?

              JACK
   Not by a long shot.

              LASSITER
   Then leave it in the past.
   Old flames are like old tax
   returns.  You keep `em in the
   file cabinet for three years
   and then you cut `em loose.

Jack shoots Adelle a satisfied smile, crumpling up
Kate's message and tossing a perfect hook into a N.Y.
Knicks hoop.

              JACK
          (to Adelle)
   I'll leave from the office
   tomorrow afternoon.  Call the
   group.  Schedule an emergency
   strategy session for noon.

              ADELLE
   That'll be a nice little
   holiday treat.

15   EXT. LASSITER BUILDING - NIGHT

A single light remains on in the building.

16   INT. JACK'S OFFICE - SAME TIME

Jack is alone in the office working on his computer,
checking spreadsheets on a large flat screen monitor.

Jack leans back in his chair rubbing his eyes.  He
checks his watch.  It's past eleven.  He gets up, goes
to the window, sees the city in all its Christmas
glory, then he see it...

...the message from Kate, crumpled in the
trashcan...then turns back to the window, gazing out at
the night...

17   INT. LASSITER BUILDING - NIGHT

Jack comes out of the elevator, walking past the lobby
desk where FRANK, a security guard, sits watching the
monitors.

              FRANK
   Mr. Campbell.  Why didn't you
   call down, I would've had Joe
   get your ride.

Jack looks outside the front door to the snowy, quiet
street.

              JACK
   I'm thinking I might walk
   tonight, Frank.

              FRANK
   Nice night for it.  I'll have
   Louis send your car home.

A nod from Jack.

              FRANK (CONT'D)
   Merry Christmas to you, sir...

              JACK
   Thanks.  To you too...

Jack puts on a pair of soft leather gloves and heads
out into the crisp night air...

18   EXT. LASSITER BUILDING - CONTINOUS

Jack emerges from the building, walking across the
large plaza, past the fountain...snow begins to fall...

19   EXT. MANHATTAN STREET - A LITTLE LATER

Jack's walking down the nearly empty street, snow
falling down on him, a bounce in his step, looking at
the windows of the closed shops along the way.

He gets to the end of the block spots the Wong
Brothers' 24 Hour Deli across the street...

He heads toward it...

20   INT. WONG BROTHERS' DELI - SECONDS LATER

Jack walks into the brightly lit deli...

SAM WONG, 20s, is with his 80-year-old GRANDFATHER
behind the counter.  There's a NERDY COLLEGE KID at the
salad bar, a drunken DEPARTMENT STORE SANTA at the
liquor display, a WOMAN with a BABY in an aisle and...

...a BLACK MAN, 30s, with a dollar sign and the name
"CASH" tattooed on his arm, stands in front of the
coffee machine...

              CASH
   Oh yeah...yeah, yee-ah!  She's
   a certified winner...paper-
   thin but good as gold...

Jack notices Cash talking to himself, seemingly crazy.

Jack approaches Sam Wong at the counter.

              JACK
   Egg nog?

              SAM WONG
          (pointing)
   Dairy case.  Five dollar.

              CASH
          (in the b.g., to 
           Sam Wong)
   Y'all do the lotto here...?
   `Cause I got me a winner...I
   know, I know, Lotto keeps the
   black man down... but not
   me...

Jack grabs a carton of egg nog, then notices Cash
handing Sam Wong his ticket.  Jack heads back toward
the counter...

              CASH (CONT'D)
   ...06...14...18...48...right
   there.  Four numbers...that's
   two hundred and thirty eight
   dollar...
          (a smile)
   Merry Christmas and shit...

              SAM WONG
          (barely looking 
           at ticket)
   Ticket bad.  You draw in lines
   with pencil.

              CASH
   What're you talkin' about?

              SAM WONG
          (throwing the ticket 
           back)
   You draw lines with pencil!  I
   know about this!

The woman with the baby looks over...the college kid
looks up, nervous...the drunken Santa, bottle of
bourbon in hand, starts to walk by Jack...Jack
instinctively puts an arm out, holding the Santa
back...

              CASH
   What!?  Look at the ticket...!

              SAM WONG
   Get out, I call 911.

The Santa looks at Jack, confused.

              CASH
   You're lookin' at me, you're
   not even lookin' at the
   ticket!

The woman with the baby puts a loaf of bread back on
the shelf, starts nervously inching toward the door.

              SAM WONG
   You leave now.  Take ticket
   somewhere else.
          (calling out)
   Next customer in line...!

              CASH
   You first generation,
   xenophobic, money-theistic,
   hot pastrami sandwich
   making...

              SAM WONG
          (screaming)
   Get out!

Just watching...Cash shoves the ticket in Sam Wong's
face...

              CASH
   LOOK AT THE GODDAMN TICKET!!

A moment of decision for Jack.  Then...

              JACK
          (carefully)
   Let me see that ticket.

Cash turns to Jack.

              CASH
          (menacing)
   Was I talkin' to you?!

Jack looks at the woman, the college kid, the Santa,
then...

              JACK
   Maybe I'll buy it from you.

Now Cash walks over to Jack...

              CASH
   Guy in $2,000 suit gets ass
   kicked tryin' to be a hero.
   Film at eleven...
          (then...turning to 
           the coffee machine)
   What?!  Oh no, not another
   lookie-loo.  You know how big
   a job this is?

The patrons exchange nervous glances...Jack watches,
confused.

              CASH (CONT'D)
   You're double bookin' me!
   You're gonna get double
   billed!  Shit!

Cash throws a bottle of Perrier against the wall, it
SHATTERS.  The woman reels back in terror with the
baby...

              JACK
   Hey, c'mon...

In a flash, Cash whips a .38 from the back of his
pants, aiming it at Jack's face.  The woman SCREAMS,
covers her baby.

              CASH
          (in Jack's face)
   Do you want to die?

Jack stares at Cash, trying his best to keep his
cool...

              CASH (CONT'D)
   DO YOU WANNA DIE?!

              JACK
   No.

              CASH
          (a smile)
   Yes you do...

              JACK
   Look, I'm talking about a
   business deal here.  I buy the
   ticket for two hundred, take
   it to a store where the guy
   behind the counter...
          (glaring at Sam Wong)
   ...doesn't have a death wish
          (back to Cash)
   ...I just made myself a quick
   thirty eight dollars.

Cash gets closer...

              JACK (CONT'D)
   Like I said, it's a business
   deal...

              CASH
   Damn, you are the real
   thing...

Cash narrows his eyes...then, a smile as he puts the
gun back into his pants...

              CASH (CONT'D)
   C'mon, Jack, let's get outta
   here...
          (to Sam Wong)
   You were lookin' at me, papa,
   you shoulda been lookin' at
   the ticket.  That ticket was
   legit, B.  You're fake...

Cash starts out of the deli.  Jack follows...

21   EXT. MANHATTAN STREET - MINUTES LATER

Jack and Cash walking down the street...Jack, holding
his carton of egg nog under his arm, counting out two
hundred dollars...

              JACK
   How'd you know my name was
   Jack?

              CASH
   I call all you white guys
   "Jack."

Jack nods...

              CASH (CONT'D)
   You know you seem pretty
   relaxed for a guy who just had
   a gun pulled on him.

              JACK
   There's no way I was gonna die
   in that deli...
          (off Cash's look)
   Let's just say I've been on a
   lucky streak lately.

              CASH
          (a big LAUGH)
   A lucky streak, huh?

Jack hands him the money.

              CASH (CONT'D)
   Sound pretty sure of yourself,
   don't you?

Jack nods.

              CASH (CONT'D)
   So you're telling me, you've
   got a gun to your head and you
   don't think for one second,
   what if this, what if that,
   maybe I shouldn't do this, I
   shoulda done that.

              JACK
   I don't do that.  That's just
   not for me...

Cash looks at him, then smiles.

              CASH
   Okay, Jack.  Nice doing
   business with you...
   Cash is about to take off...

              JACK
   Hey...

Cash turns around.

              JACK (CONT'D)
   What do you want to carry that
   gun around for, anyway?
   You're just gonna do something
   you'll regret...

              CASH
   You want to talk about
   regrets, you're talking to the
   wrong person.

Jack casually takes the egg nog out of the bag, opens
the carton...

              JACK
   I'm just saying that you seem
   like a smart guy.  At a
   certain point you're gonna do
   something, and then there's no
   turning back...

              CASH
   Yeah, in most cases that'd be
   true.

Jack takes a sip of the egg nog.

              JACK
   I mean there must be programs
   out there, opportunities...

              CASH
          (a deep laugh)
   Wait a minute, wait a
   minute... you're tryin' to
   save me?

A look from Jack...

              CASH (CONT'D)
   Oh man, you're serious...
          (out to the street)
   This man thinks I need to be
   saved!

              JACK
   Everyone needs something.

Cash looks at Jack...

              CASH
   Yeah?  What do you need?

              JACK
   Me?

              CASH
   You just said everyone needs
   something.

              JACK
   I've got everything I need.

              CASH
   Wow.  It must be great being
   you.  You got it all.

Cash looks at Jack.  He smiles and shakes his head.

              JACK
   Look, I'm not saying you'd be
   able to do it without some
   hard work...

              CASH
          (a hearty LAUGH)
   You still think this is about
   me, don't you?

              JACK
   Sure it's about you.  But it's
   about society, too.

              CASH
   Oh man, I'm gonna enjoy this
   one... Just remember, Jack,
   you did this.  You brought
   this on yourself...

And with that, Cash turns and leaves Jack alone on the
street with his egg nog...

22   INT. JACK'S APARTMENT - LATE NIGHT

Jack walks in and throws his keys on a table.  He takes
off his gloves and overcoat, glances at the mail, then
heads into the bedroom.

Through the large windows we see snow falling...

23   INT. JACK'S BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

Jack, flat on his back in bed, fast asleep...

CHAPTER FOUR - A DIFFERENT LIFE

DISSOLVE TO:

24   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, MASTER BEDROOM - MORNING

Close in on Jack’s face, bathed in morning light...he 
opens his eyes...feels something strange...

Jack looks down...there’s a woman’s head resting on his 
chest.

A look of confusion crosses his face...trying to 
remember... did he meet a woman last night...?

He turns his head to find a large MUTT sitting 
faithfully beside the bed, wagging his tail...

...did she have a dog?

He looks down at the woman again, craning his neck to 
get a look at her face.  And then he sees her...

...KATE REYNOLDS...

...now 34 and even more beautiful, a look of utter 
contentment on her radiant face, sleeping soundly...

His head darts around the room - it’s cramped and lived 
in, clothes and toys are strewn about, family photos on 
the dresser, Laura Ashley curtains, a tiny poster bed 
and a charming little bay window.

He instinctively reaches for his Franck Mueller watch 
on the night stand, but it’s not there.  It’s a Timex 
Indiglo and it reads, ?:57 A.M...?

Jack looks back at Kate...he rubs his eyes...maybe it’s 
a dream...but nothing changes.  Then, Kate stirs...

              KATE
   Mmmm...ten more minutes, 
   Jack... it’s Christmas...

Jack jumps as he hears Kate talk for the first time...

Suddenly, the door bursts open...A SIX YEAR OLD GIRL, 
ANNIE, in a little nightgown, walks into the room 
carrying an 18 MONTH OLD BOY, JOSH, SINGING at the top 
of her lungs...

              ANNIE
   Jingle bells, Santa s
   mells, Rudolph laid an 
   egg...la la la, la-la la 
   la, la la la la la...

Annie places Josh on the bed and then jumps up 
herself.  She gestures to the dog, patting the bed.

              ANNIE (CONT’D)
   You too, Luce...

The dog faithfully jumps on the tiny bed, joining 
everybody else and leaving very little room.  Annie 
starts jumping.

              ANNIE (CONT’D)
   Rise...and...shine...!

              KATE
          (stirring)
   You’re jumping, 
   sweetheart...

Jack looks at this activity like a man at his own 
funeral.

              ANNIE
   Mom, don’t you think we 
   need to open the 
   presents?

              KATE
          (groggy)
   Mommy needs five more 
   minutes in la la land.  
   That could be her 
   present...

Josh crawls directly up to Jack’s stomach, climbing 
on.

              ANNIE
   C’mon, Dad.  Get up!

She said “Dad.?

That’s it.  Jack moves the baby gingerly over, then 
gets out of bed, stumbling over a baseball bat lying 
next to it.

He picks up the bat...the same Willie Mays autograph 
bat that was encased in glass in his N.Y. apartment.

Frightened, Jack drops the bad, looking down at himself 
for the first time...he’s naked...

...a mortified look on his face as he sees the kids on 
the bed...

...he quickly grabs a pair of sweat pants and a yellow 
cardigan off the chair and throws them on...

Kate, still half asleep, reaches out her hand.

              KATE
   Jack...?

Jack turns by instinct.  Kate grabs him, drawing him 
near.  A look of fear on his face as Kate opens her 
eyes...

Eye contact...Jack’s certain he’s about to hear her 
scream...

              KATE (CONT’D)
          (still groggy)
   Strong coffee, okay?

She lets him go as Jack backs out the door...

25   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE LIVING ROOM - SECONDS LATER

A garishly decorated Christmas tree sits in the middle 
of this messy and disorganized living room, a bevy of 
gifts underneath and four red stockings over the 
fireplace.

Jack darts to the top of the steps...

              KATE (O.S.)
          (calling from 
           the bedroom)
   Use an entire can if you 
   have to!

He looks back at the bedroom, then at the 
stairs...quickly heading down the CREAKY steps, still 
in shock.

He grabs an overcoat from a hook by the front 
door...about to step out when he looks down and 
realizes...

...he’s barefoot.  He glances at a pair of rubber over-
boots sitting by the door, slips them on, just about to 
leave when...

He hears the sound of a KEY TURNING in the door 
lock...Jack looks at the door, not quite sure what to 
do...

The door opens...into the house, arms laden with 
wrapped gifts, walk BIG ED and LORRAINE REYNOLDS (both 
60s), Kate’s parents.  Big Ed’s wearing a ten gallon 
hat and a suede overcoat.  Lorraine has a cigarette 
dangling from her mouth.

              JACK
          (drawing on a 
           memory)
   Ed?  Lorraine?

Big Ed hugs Jack as best he can with an armful of 
gifts.

              BIG ED
   Jack you ol?bird dog.  
   Merry Christmas to ya?..

Lorraine plants a big fat kiss on Jack’s cheek.

              LORRAINE
   Talk to him, Jack.  
   Please.  One day a year 
   away from the Ponderosa.  
   I don’t think that’s too 
   much to ask.

              BIG ED
   I heard that.  This is 
   who I am, woman!
          (a wink to Jack)
   Tell her, Jack!  You’re 
   the only one who gets me, 
   for god’s sake!

Jack, still holding the door open, plotting his escape.

              LORRAINE
   I need some egg nog...

              BIG ED
   ‘Course you do.  Hell, 
   it’s almost 8 a.m.  
          (shouting upstairs)
   Where are my two l’il 
   pardners?  Annie!  Josh!  
   Giddy up, Bid Ed’s here!

              JACK
   Excuse me.

Jack dashes out the door.

              LORRAINE
   Where are you going, 
   Jack?
          (to Big Ed)
   Where’s he going?

              BIG ED
   Damned if I know...

They start to remove their coats, when...

The door flies back open...

              JACK
   Where’s my car?!  Where’s 
   my Ferrari!?

              BIG ED
   What the hell are you 
   talking about?
          (to Lorraine)
   What’s he talking about?

              JACK
   Look, can I just borrow 
   your car?!  I promise 
   it’ll be returned!

              BIG ED
   The Caddy?  Why don’t you 
   take your own damn car!

              LORRAINE
   Oh just let him borrow 
   your precious Cadillac, 
   for god’s sake.

Jack spots a set of keys hanging on a hook.

              BIG ED
   He’s got a perfectly good 
   mini-van sitting out 
   there in the driveway!

Jack grabs the keys off the hook...darts back outside...

26   EXT. CAMPBELL HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

Jack emerges from this charming, suburban two-story 
house, some tasteful Christmas lights decorating a tree 
in the center of the snow-covered lawn...

He races to a blue Dodge mini-van sitting in the 
driveway, a “My Ferrari Is In The Shop?sticker on the 
rear bumper.  He climbs into the mini-van and peels out 
of the driveway...

27   INT. MINI-VAN - SECONDS LATER

Jack sees a sign, “George Washington Bridge - 3 miles?..

28   INT. MINI-VAN - MINUTES LATER

Jack driving over the bridge.  A sigh of relief as he 
passes under a sign for “Manhattan.?

29   EXT. MANHATTAN STREET - EARLY MORNING

The mini-van pulls up near Jack’s apartment building.  
Jack, still wearing pajamas under the coat, leaps out, 
running toward the grand entrance where Tony stands 
sternly in front.

              JACK
   Tony, thank god...

Jack starts to walk past but Tony blocks the way.

              TONY THE DOORMAN
   Sorry, pal.  Entrance is 
   for residents and guests 
   only...

              JACK
   What are you talking 
   about?  It’s me, Jack 
   Campbell.  Penthouse C.  
   I put you into commercial 
   paper!

              TONY THE DOORMAN
          (not moving)
   Uh-huh...

Just then, Mrs. Peterson walks to the door with 
her little DOG.  Tony opens the door for her...

              JACK
   Elizabeth Peterson!

The little dog starts BARKING ferociously at Jack.

              MRS. PETERSON
          (to Tony re: 
           Jack, annoyed)
   Who is this man?

Tony shrugs his shoulders.

              JACK
   You know me, Betty.  You 
   do.  Jack Campbell.  
   We’re on the co-op board 
   together.  We fought side 
   by side for garbage 
   disposals.  Every morning 
   we exchange quasi-sexual 
   witty banter.  Think...

She looks at Jack with a raised eyebrow, the dog still 
YAPPING.

              TONY THE DOORMAN
          (to Mrs. Peterson)
   Should I call the cops?  
   I’m gonna call the 
   cops...

Jack pleads to her with his eyes.

              MRS. PETERSON
          (raising a hand 
           to Tony)
   No...

              JACK
          (a sigh of relief)
   Thank you, Betty.  I know 
   if I can just sleep this 
   off, I’ll be fine...

              MRS. PETERSON                    
   And sleep you shall.  
   Noblesse oblige is not 
   dead.  Not yet 
   anyway...Come, let’s get 
   you some help.  Surely 
   there must be a shelter 
   somewhere in this city.

              JACK
   A shelter?!  I’m the 
   richest guy in the 
   building...I’ve got twice 
   the square footage you 
   have!

Mrs. Peterson shakes her head at him, a look of pity on 
her face.

Frustrated, Jack turns and runs back to the mini-van...

CUT TO:

30   EXT. LASSITER BUILDING - MINUTES LATER

Jack pulls up across the street and gets out of the 
van.  Running across the empty plaza toward the 
building entrance...

31   INT. LASSITER BUILDING, LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

Jack bursts through the door, approaching the lobby 
desk where FRANK the security guard sits.

Frank spots Jack and blocks his way.

              FRANK
   Whoa, whoa, whoa...hold 
   it right there...

              JACK
   Frank.  Where’s Alan 
   Mintz?  Is he here yet?

              FRANK
   Mr. Mintz?
          (a knowing chuckle)
   I don’t think 
   so...building’s closed 
   pal.  You’ll have to come 
   back tomorrow.

              JACK
   Look, I don’t know what’s 
   going on here but I am 
   Senior Vice President of 
   this company.

              FRANK
   I don’t care who you 
   are.  It’s Christmas and 
   like I told you the 
   building is closed.

              JACK
   Maybe you’re not hearing 
   me.  I am Jack 
   Campbell...
          (approaching the 
           building directory)
   Right here.  Jack 
   Campbell, President...

And then he sees it...”ALAN MINTZ - PRESIDENT,?listed 
plain as day on the building director...

Jack looks at Frank, then back to the building 
directory...

A pitying look from Frank...Jack stands there, in 
shock...

CHAPTER FIVE - WHAT’S HAPPENING?

32   EXT. LASSITER BUILDING, PLAZA - MOMENTS LATER

...it’s desolate...

Jack walks through the plaza like a zombie, his face 
registering nothing.  He crosses the street, moving
toward the mini-van...oblivious...when...

SCREECH...a Ferrari 456M stops within inches of Jack’s 
torso...a VOICE from the car...

              VOICE (O.S.)
   Hey!  Watch where you’re 
   walking!

Jack turns...sees the DRIVER low in the seat...can’t 
quite make out the face...

              VOICE 
   You almost dented my two 
   hundred thousand dollar 
   car!

Jack...still stunned...looks at the car, very 
familiar...the voice of the driver, also familiar...

              VOICE (CONT’D)
   That’s right!  My new 
   car’s worth more than 
   your shitty house!

A look of realization on Jack’s face...

              VOICE (CONT’D)
   I feel like I really did 
   win the lottery!

...it’s Cash, and he’s in Jack’s car...

Jack moves over to the passenger window in shock...a 
smile from Cash...

              CASH
   Miss me, Jack?

              JACK
   That’s my car!  You stole 
   my car!

              CASH
   It’s a callable asset 
   seized in accordance with 
   the acquisition by-laws 
   of your alt-fate 
   contract...

              JACK
   What?!

              CASH
   Basically, it’s my car 
   now.  Get in.

Cash reaches over and opens the door.  Jack 
hesitates...

              CASH (CONT’D)
   Look, I don’t make the 
   rules, Jack.  This is how 
   it works.  Get in.

Cash gives him a reassuring look.  Jack gets in...

33   INT. FERRARI - CONTINUOUS

Jack closes the door...Cash joyfully drives off in a 
burst of acceleration...Jack practically ends up in the 
back seat...

              CASH
   Might wanna fasten your 
   seat belt, Jack...

              JACK
          (recovering)
   What the hell is 
   happening to me?!

Jack’s freaking out and Cash is enjoying every minute 
of it.  Cash hands Jack a paper bag.  Jack starts 
breathing into the bag.

              CASH
   This kinda thing makes a 
   lotta guys throw up.  
   Seen it happen.  So if 
   you get the urge, do it 
   out the window.
          (with a taunting 
           laugh)
   I don’t want you marring 
   this exquisite leather 
   interior...

Cash looks over at Jack...he’s really losing it, 
sobbing into the bag...almost hyperventilating...Cash 
smiles...

              CASH (CONT’D)
   Look, I don’t know what 
   you’re getting so worked 
   up about, you did 
   this...you brought this 
   on yourself.

              JACK
   Brought what on myself?!  
   I didn’t do anything!

              CASH
   No?  C’mon, Jack...I’ve 
   got everything I need, I 
   don’t have regrets, 
   that’s just not for me... 
   sound familiar?

              JACK
   You mean because you 
   thought I was cocky I’m 
   now on a permanent acid 
   trip?!!

Cash gets a laugh out of Jack’s overreaction...

              CASH
   Everyone else in that 
   store is a statue, they 
   see their lives passing 
   in front of their eyes, 
   but not you.  You’re 
   making a business deal...

              JACK
          (enraged)
   Give me my goddamn life 
   back!

              CASH
   You?  What about me?  I’m 
   working hard for you 
   here, Jack.  On Christmas 
   too!  Now you did a good 
   thing last night, 
   intervening that way.  I 
   was moved...

              JACK
          (interrupting)
   Please.  Just tell me 
   what’s happening to me.  
   In plain English.  None 
   of that mumbo jumbo...

Cash turns to Jack.

              CASH
   It’s a glimpse, Jacko.

              JACK
   I glimpse?  A glimpse of 
   what!?  What glimpse?!  
   Glimpse!

              CASH
   Look, eventually, 
   everybody gets one...some 
   of ‘em take a couple 
   seconds...
          (looking at Jack)
   ...some of ‘em take a lot 
   longer...

              JACK
   I asked you a direct 
   question!  A glimpse of 
   what?!

A look from Cash.

              CASH
   Figure it out.  You got 
   plenty of time.

              JACK
   How much time?!

              CASH
   As long as it takes to 
   figure it out.  Which, in 
   your case, could be 
   considerable.

              JACK
   Look, I just want my life 
   back.  Now what’s it 
   gonna take?  You wanna 
   talk turkey?  Let’s talk 
   turkey!  How much 
   money...?

Cash looks at Jack, relishing the moment.  He flashes 
Jack a smile.

              CASH
   Do I look like I need 
   your money.  It doesn’t 
   work like that and I 
   can’t tell you why.

              JACK
   Why not?

              CASH
   Because you got to figure 
   it out for yourself.
          (beat)
   Are you listening to me?

              JACK
   Figure it out?  Figure 
   what out?!

Cash just stares at him...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   That’s it?  That’s all I 
   get?!  A glare?!

              CASH
   Look Jack, in my 
   experience the best way 
   people deal with this is 
   to just relax and breathe 
   through it...let it come 
   to you.

Jack faces Cash, simmering...with frustration.

              JACK
   Look, I don’t have time 
   for this right now.  I’m 
   in the middle of a 
   deal...
              CASH
   Oh you’re working on a 
   new deal now...did I
   mention that?

              JACK
   You know what?  I’ve had 
   it with you.  I’ve had it 
   with all of this shit...

SCREECH...Cash slams on the brakes...practically 
sending Jack through the windshield.

Jack recovers, looks up...the car is parked right next 
to the mini-van.

Cash pulls out a small plastic bag, holding it out to 
Jack...

              CASH
   Here...

Jack looks inside the bag, pulls out a BARBIE BICYCLE 
BELL.  He looks at it curiously.

              JACK
   What’s this, a signal?  
   Will you come whenever I 
   ring it?

              CASH
   Do I look like I live in 
   a bottle?

Cash reaches across Jack and opens the door.

              JACK
          (lost)
   But what do I do?

              CASH
   Look Jack I’m late.  I’d 
   love to help you out some 
   more but I gotta go 
   handle my business...
          (gesturing to 
           the mini-van)
   Happy trails.

Jack looks out to the lonely street outside, then back 
to Cash.

              JACK
   Hey, you did this to me, 
   you can’t just leave me 
   like this.

Cash looks at Jack, the desperation on his face.

              CASH
   Fine.  You want to know 
   everything, I’ll tell you 
   everything.  But not 
   here.  Let’s get some 
   air...

Jack’s still a little unsure...he sees Cash open the 
driver side door...

              JACK
          (relieved)
   Thanks, man...

Jack gets out of the car...and before he can even turn 
around, Cash’s door SLAMS shut and the car takes off in 
a blast of horsepower...

Jack stands there gazing down the street, listening to 
the sound of the Ferrari shifting gears, 
disappearing...

The wind whips up...shivering, Jack looks toward the 
Lassiter Building, then to the plastic bag in his hand, 
and finally to the mini-van.

34   EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - LATE MORNING

The blue mini-van snakes through the curved streets of 
the neighborhood, almost all the houses decorated for 
Christmas.

35   INT. MINI-VAN - SAME TIME

Jack’s trying to find the house, a map unfolded on the 
steering wheel and the car’s registration in his 
hand...

He spots ARNIE BENDER, late 30s, carrying an empty 
science kit box to the trash.  His wife, JEANNIE, also 
late 30s, is getting in a Ford Taurus wagon, a bowl of 
fruit in hand...

Jack pulls up to the curb near Arnie, rolling down the 
window.

              JACK
   Excuse me.  Do you know 
   where Merrison Street is?

Arnie looks up and sees Jack in the van.

              ARNIE
          (turning to his wife)
   Jeannie!  I found Jack!

36   INT. BENDER HOUSE, DEN - A LITTLE LATER

Jack follows Arnie into the den of this garishly 
decorated suburban home, Arnie’s arm around his 
shoulder.

              ARNIE
   You look terrible...

Jack takes in the decor ?it’s a male leisure time 
fantasy ?old pinball machine, wide screen TV, dart 
board, and kitschy ?0s style bamboo bar...

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   Truth is I expected you.  
   Kate called before and 
   asked if I knew where you 
   were.

Arnie notices Jack’s fascination with the room...

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   I know, I moved the 
   Barca-lounger into the 
   corner.  It’s throwin?
   everybody off.  What do 
   you think?

              JACK
          (with a nod)
   Great room...

A satisfied smile from Arnie, Jack’s approval means 
something to him.

              ARNIE
   You and me, buddy.  We 
   know how to live...

Arnie shepherds Jack onto a bar stool and pours a drink 
out of a bamboo bottle holder.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   So Jack, you okay?

Jack doesn’t respond, his eyes drawn to a softball team 
photo on the bar...Jack and Arnie kissing a huge trophy 
with the caption, “Plainfield, N.J. Softball League 
Champs, 1994.?

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   I mean you leave the 
   house on Christmas 
   morning, you don’t tell 
   anyone where you’re 
   going...

Jack looks over from the photo to Arnie...

              JACK
   We’re friends, aren’t we?

              ARNIE
   Maybe I don’t say it 
   enough but you moving in 
   next door to me...

Arnie makes a fist and gestures to his heart.  Jack 
nods.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   Talk to me...

A moment of decision for Jack as Arnie stands there, 
open eyed, ready to listen.

              JACK
   I’m having kind of a bad 
   day.

              ARNIE
          (nodding)
   I read somewhere that the 
   suicide rate doubles 
   during the holidays...

A raised eyebrow from Jack.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
          (to himself)
   What am I saying?  You 
   don’t need to hear 
   that...
          (back to Jack)
   All I meant was a lot of 
   people have a hard time 
   dealing with all the 
   forced reverie, that’s 
   all.  Is that you?

              JACK
   Is it...?

              ARNIE
   Trouble at work?

              JACK
   I don’t think so.

              ARNIE
   It’s not Kate, is it?

Jack pauses at the mention of Kate.  Arnie’s eyes 
widen...

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
          (proudly)
   You see, it’s like we’re 
   in each other’s heads...

              JACK
   Kate’s my wife...

Jack looks at Arnie as if he’s seeking confirmation.

              ARNIE
          (a playful smile) 
   Just keep saying it, 
   Jack, like a mantra.

Arnie comes out from behind the bar, taking Jack by the 
arm.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   C’mon, I better walk ya 
   home.  She’s mad enough 
   as it is, right...?

37   EXT. ARNIE’S YARD - SECONDS LATER

Arnie walks Jack through his backyard...

              ARNIE
   Look, you fit the profile 
   exactly.  Thirties, 
   house, kids, financial 
   responsibilities.  You 
   start thinking...this 
   isn’t the life I dreamt 
   about.  Where’s the 
   romance, where’s the joie 
   de vivre?  Suddenly, 
   every lingerie ad in the 
   Newark Star Ledger 
   represents a life you 
   can’t have...

              JACK
          (thinking, then...)
   It’s just two kids, 
   right?

A chuckle from Arnie.

              ARNIE
   You made a choice, Jack, 
   a promise to your wife. 
   Maybe sometimes it seems 
   like you gave up the 
   world, but look what you 
   got...

They arrive at...the backyard of the Campbell house... 
cluttered with a swing set, a dog run with chewed up 
lawn, and a wooden sun deck in the process of being 
built...

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   Four bedrooms, two and a 
   half baths, and a 
   partially finished 
   basement...

Jack trips over a wayward BIG WHEEL.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
          (shaking his head)
   Kids...

Arnie leads Jack toward the house.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   Okay look, you probably 
   don’t want to hear this 
   right now but remember
   what you told me last 
   summer when I almost had 
   that thing with Arnie 
   Jr.’s speech therapist.

A blank stare from Jack as they arrive at the sliding 
glass door...Arnie faces Jack squarely, grabbing his 
shoulders and looking him in the eye.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   Don’t screw up the best 
   thing in your life just 
   because you’re a little 
   unsure about who you 
   are.  Okay?

Arnie gives Jack a comforting smie...

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   God, it feels so good to 
   finally give something 
   back to you...

Arnie turns Jack toward the door and slides it open.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
   I’m gonna hug you now...

Arnie gives Jack a gentle hug...then gives him a little 
push toward the door...

38   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, DEN - CONTINUOUS

Jack steps inside.  He turns back to the door but 
Arnie’s gone.

Then, Kate enters the room, holding a portable phone...

              KATE
          (into phone)
   Hold on a second...

She cups the receiver.  Jack looks at her, she’s 
dressed now, nothing fancy but she looks great.

              JACK
   You cut your hair...

A curious look from Kate.

              KATE
   Ten years ago...

Kate just stands there looking at Jack, giving away 
nothing.

              KATE (CONT’D)
   Are you okay?

              JACK
   Yeah...fine.

She gives him a resolute nod, then...

              KATE
          (into phone)
   Never mind, he just 
   walked in...

Jack grimaces as she resolutely hangs up the phone then 
stares him down angrily.

              KATE (CONT’D)
   Do you have any idea what 
   you put us through 
   today?!  You walk out of 
   here at 7:30 in the 
   morning, don’t tell me 
   where you’re going, or 
   even that you’re going, 
   and I don’t see you ‘til 
   hours later.  I had state 
   troopers looking for 
   you!  I called 
   hospitals...
          (pointing at 
           the phone)
   ...I was just on the 
   phone with the morgue 
   for god’s sake!

Jack watches her vent, the frustration on his face 
building.

              KATE (CONT’D)
   What kind of man leaves 
   his family on Christmas 
   morning without a word 
   about where he’s going?

Jack’s almost to a breaking point.

              KATE (CONT’D)
   What kind of man does 
   that!?

              JACK
          (jumping in)
   I don’t know!  Please 
   stop yelling at me!

She looks at him curiously.

              KATE
   Where were you?

              JACK
   I was in the city.

              KATE
   The city?  New York 
   City?  Why?

              JACK
   Because that’s where I 
   live.

              KATE
   Jack...don’t even 
   start...

              JACK
   Look, you don’t 
   understand.  I woke up 
   here...and this is very 
   strange ...this is not my 
   house...

A raised eyebrow from Kate.  Jack moves around the 
room...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (pointing upstairs)
   I’m not “Dad...?  Kate, 
   you’re not my wife...

Kate looks him over, assessing, then...

              KATE
   You know what, Jack?  
   It’s not funny this 
   time.  I’m really angry.

She stares him down, expecting an answer.  But he has 
no answer.

              KATE (CONT’D)
          (loudly)
   Jack!

Jack takes the bell out of the plastic bag that Cash 
gave him, holds it up in front of her and starts 
RINGING it furiously.

Then...Annie rides into the room on her new bike.

              ANNIE
          (re: bell)
   What’s that?

Jack watches as she pedals over, reaches into his hand 
and takes the bicycle bell...

              ANNIE (CONT’D)
          (examining the bell)
   I like this...
          (jumping up and 
           giving hima peck 
           on the cheek)
   ...thanks, Dad!

Annie rides excitedly out of the room on her bike.

Leaving Jack and Kate alone again...

              KATE
   You missed the whole 
   thing, Jack.  The 
   pancakes, the 
   presents...you spent six 
   hours putting that bike 
   together and you didn’t 
   even get to see the look 
   on Annie’s face when she 
   opened it...

Jack sees the disappointment on her face...

              KATE (CONT’D)
   You missed Christmas, 
   Jack.

Jack looks down, almost ashamed...he relents, giving in 
to the moment...

              JACK
   I’m...I’m sorry.

Kate looks at him.  He seems sincere enough...

              KATE
   Look, we don’t have time 
   for this right now, we’ll 
   talk about it later.  Now 
   get dressed...
          (pointing to his 
           outfit)
   You’re not wearing that 
   to the Thompsons?party.  
   I don’t care how 
   hilarious you think it 
   is...

              JACK
   Party?  Oh no, I can’t go 
   to a party...

              KATE
   You look forward to this 
   party all year.  What’s 
   with you today?

              JACK
   Trust me on this Kate.  I 
   really don’t think going 
   to a party is the right 
   move for me at the 
   present time.

Kate looks at him a moment, then shakes her head.

              KATE
   Fine.  Do whatever you 
   want.

She picks up the phone, starts dialing...

              JACK
   What are you doing?

              KATE
   Telling my mother she 
   doesn’t have to stay with 
   the kids.

              JACK
   Why not?

              KATE
   Because you’ll be here.

Kate just looks at him.

              JACK
   I’ll be ready in ten 
   minutes.

He walks past her...toward a hallway door, Kate 
watching him...

He opens the door...it’s a closet.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Christ...
          (turning around)
   Where the hell is the 
   bathroom?

              KATE
   Funny, Jack.  I’m 
   laughing on the inside.

39   INT. BATHROOM - MINUTES LATER

The light comes on...

Jack walks in, looks in the mirror, determined to 
collect himself...but something’s not right...

He glances around...the bathroom is small and it’s 
cluttered with Kate’s razors, loofah, skin creams...

...none of this stuff is his...

...he looks in the mirror again, his face revealing a 
forlorn sense of displacement...

...he stares at himself until...he starts to lose it... 
anger, confusion...sadness...finally, he begins breaking down...

After a moment, he turns on the water, rinsing his 
face...

40   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, BEDROOM CLOSET - MINUTES LATER

Jack at the closet door, looking at a row of Hagar 
slacks, Docker sport coats and imitation leather 
shoes...

He reaches in and touches the fabric on one of the 
sport coats.

              JACK
   This is just...
          (searching for 
           the words)
   ...this is sub-par...

Annie appears at the bedroom door, watching Jack at the 
closet.

He turns...sees Annie watching him...a look 
exchanged... then, Annie runs away...

Jack turns back to the closet and mournfully takes a 
pair of the slacks...

41   EXT. THOMPSON HOUSE - NIGHT

Jack and Kate, a casserole dish in her hand, walk up 
the path to this tacky but large house, its outside 
decorated with the most garish display of Christmas 
decorations this side of Pasaic.

Kate RINGS the doorbell...

EVELYN THOMPSON, 30s, wearing a dress that’s a bit too 
tight and a bit too low cut, opens the door...

              EVELYN
   Kate!  Jack!
          (turning around, 
           to guests)
   Everybody, Jack and Kate 
   are here!

Jack looks right past her...to the house filled with 50 
GUESTS.

A loud WHOOP from the guests...Jack has the look of a 
condemned man on his face as he follows Kate inside...

41A  INT. THOMPSON HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

As Kate heads into the living room, Evelyn takes Jack’s 
arm...

              EVELYN
          (suggestively)
   Like the dress...?

              JACK
          (glancing at it)
           It’s lovely...

              EVELYN
          (a satisfied smile)
   I thought I saw you 
   notice it at the kids?
   recital.

Jack shoots her a confused look...then walks in, trying 
to catch up with Kate...

42   INT. THOMPSON HOUSE - A LITTLE LATER

The party is in full swing, Christmas music in the 
b.g., GUESTS talking, laughing, drinking egg nog...

Jack’s eyes dart around the room...it’s large, neater 
than his and Kate’s house but still very lived in...The 
Thompson KIDS run in and out of the room, playing with 
new toys... nobody is wearing or eating anything 
imported from Europe, but everyone’s having a good 
time...

...everyone except for Jack, standing with Arnie and 
THE GUYS, having his ear chewed off by NICK CARELLI, a 
walking advertisement for Levi’s Cotton Dockers...

              NICK
   Did you see Van Horn last 
   night?  This kid’s gonna 
   single-handedly save 
   basketball in the state 
   of New Jersey...

              JACK
   The Nets?  You’re kidding, 
   right...?

Nick looks at him in disbelief.

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (recovering)
   Well...they’re certainly 
   due.

BILL KRAMER, a huge pile of fried chicken wings on his 
plate, tugs at Jack’s shirt.

              BILL KRAMER
   So tomorrow’s the big 
   day, Jackie...

              JACK
   Okay...why?

              BILL KRAMER
   Triple bypass.  I’m going 
   under the knife.  I told 
   you, didn’t I?

              JACK
   Triple bypass?
          (pointing to his 
           plate)
   You really think you 
   should be eating all 
   that?

              BILL KRAMER
   Why not?  I figure I’m 
   going in for a cleaning 
   tomorrow, I might as well 
   load up on the fried 
   stuff tonight...

              ARNIE
   Good thinking, Bill.  
   Have another drink.
          (whispering to Jack)
   He’ll be lucky if he 
   lives through the 
   night...

Nick reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of 
Dutch Masters cigars.  He shows them to Jack, Jack nods 
politely.  Nick eagerly hands him one...

Nick lights Jack’s cigar, then his own...enjoying that 
first puff...smiling at Jack...Jack dutifully takes a 
puff of the cigar...nods back at Nick...but it’s an 
effort...

Evelyn Thompson approaches, a tray of MUSHROOM PUFFS in 
hand...

              EVELYN
          (holding out a 
           puff to Jack)
   Finger food...?

              JACK
   I don’t think so, thank 
   you...

              EVELYN
          (suggestively)
   C’mon, as soon as I put 
   them down, you’re gonna 
   grab a couple...you 
   always do...

Kate sees Evelyn and Jack from her position on the 
other side of the room...Kate watches as...

Evelyn holds the puff up to Jack’s mouth, slowly 
putting it near his lips...

              EVELYN (CONT’D)
   Let me.  They’ll melt in 
   your mouth...

He instinctively opens his mouth as Evelyn pushes the 
treat inside...

              EVELYN (CONT’D)
   Good?

On Jack’s face...if freezer burn were a facial 
expression, this would be it...

              JACK
          (forcing a smile) 
   They’re great!  Thank 
   you!

...Evelyn licks her fingers suggestively then hands 
Jack the entire tray with a sexy smile...

A raised eyebrow from Kate, still watching...

              EVELYN
   Mushroom puffs aren’t the 
   only thing I do well...

              JACK
   Well do whatever it is 
   you do well, and 
   just...just do it.  
   Excuse me...

Evelyn nods as Jack walks toward the staircase...

Kate follows Jack with her eyes as he climbs the 
stairs...

43   INT. THOMPSON HOUSE, DEN - NIGHT

Jack is sitting on the arm of a couch filled with 
guests?coats, talking on a FOOTBALL SHAPED 
telephone...the tray of mushroom puffs on the table...

              JACK
          (loudly, into phone)
   ...what do you mean he 
   won’t come to the phone?!
          (standing, indignant)
   Do you realize how much 
   money I’ve made for that 
   sonuvabitch in the last 
   eight years?!

Click.  A dial tone.  Jack slams the phone down...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Damnit!

He slams the phone again...and again...and again...

              KATE (O.S.)
   Jack...?

Jack turns, sees Kate standing in the doorway, watching 
him take his frustrations out on the phone, concern on 
her face.

              KATE
   Are you sure you’re 
   okay...?

A forced smile from Jack.

              JACK
   Yes, I’m fine.  It’s just 
   this god awful football 
   phone!  Who has a phone 
   like this anyway?!

              KATE
          (doubtful)  
   Uh huh...

Kate notices the tray of mushroom puffs on the table.

              KATE (CONT’D)
   You must really love 
   Evelyn’s mushroom puffs, 
   huh?
          (with a wink)
   You know they’re not 
   real...

She turns and leaves...Jack looks at her, confused...

44   INT. THOMPSON HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - A LITTLE LATER

Jack comes down the stairs, a lost look in his eyes.  
He looks across the room and sees...

Kate, with a group of GUESTS, looking great in her 
jeans and white blouse, the center of attention.

Jack passes through the guests, people waving to him, 
slapping him on the back as he approaches Kate...

He catches Kate’s eye...she gives him a subtle smile.

              KATE
          (to guests)
   ...then she asks me to 
   put this sweater on.  
   What choice do I have, 
   right?

Jack watches as Kate charms the crowd...

              KATE (CONT’D)
   But as I’m slipping it on 
   I notice she’s misspelled 
   the word “lawyers.?
          (laughing)
   I had to go through the 
   entire day wearing a hand 
   embroidered sweater that 
   said, “Non-Profit Layers 
   Do It For Free.?

The guests laugh again.  Even Jack finds himself 
laughing, until...

              JACK
          (to Kate, off-hand)
   So you’re a lawyer...?

A chuckle from the group.  Kate’s confused.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   A non-profit lawyer...

People are starting to LAUGH.

              KATE
          (a little embarrassed)
   Jack...

              JACK
   Pro bono.  You don’t get 
   paid at all.  Nobody 
   makes a dime.  Well, 
   bravo...

Blank stares from everyone, including Kate...

CUT TO:

45   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, FOYER - LATE NIGHT

Kate and Jack walk in the front door...the dog greets 
them happily, jumping up on Jack, a weary look on his 
face.

              KATE
   I better go wake my
   mother...

Kate grabs a leash off a hook and hands it to Jack.

              KATE (CONT’D)
   Here you go...

              JACK
   You’re kidding me...

              KATE
   She’s your dog, Jack.

              JACK
   No, she’s not.

              KATE
   Fine, she’s the kid’s 
   dog.  Let’s go wake Josh, 
   see if he wants to walk 
   her.

              JACK
   But it’s twenty degrees 
   outside...

              KATE
          (sympathetic)
   You’re having a bad day, 
   I’ll go with 
   you...actually, there’s 
   no way in hell you’re 
   gettin?me back out 
   there...

Jack looks at the dog’s face.  Lucy couldn’t be more 
excited.  Finally, Jack shakes his head and takes the 
leash.

              KATE (CONT’D)
          (heading up the 
           stairs)
   Make sure you reward her 
   verbally when she does a 
   number two...

CUT TO:

46   EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - LATE NIGHT

The sound of CRICKETS.

Jack, wearing a down jacket, is being dragged down the 
street by Lucy, his breath condensing in the cold 
winter air.  The dog sniffs at a hydrant and a couple 
of garbage cans, but isn’t doing her business.

              JACK
   Figure it out...I’m s
   crewed...don’t have to 
   be a genius to figure 
   that out...

The dog stops, sniffing at a manicured lawn...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (to Lucy)
   It’s as good a place as 
   any...

But the dog keeps moving, pulling Jack with her.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   ...but obviously not up 
   to your high standards...
          (to himself)
   Okay...he said you’re 
   working on a new deal 
   now...fine, you’ve done a 
   thousand deals, what’s 
   the first thing you do?

Lucy’s sniffing around someone’s Christmas display but 
Jack’s too wrapped up in his thought process to notice.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Triage.  It’s your 
   signature.  You survey 
   the damage, find out 
   everything you can, you 
   probe, leave nothing to 
   chance.  I’m just gonna 
   have to go detective.  
   How did you get 
   Mentadent?  You learned 
   everything there was to 
   know about toothpaste and 
   then you pounced...

Jack narrows his eyes, thinking about that deal...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   That’s our play here...

Resolute, Jack turns to the dog.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   If you could take a dump 
   some time in this 
   century, then we could go 
   home where it’s warm...

Jack looks around at the unfamiliar houses...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   That is if I can even 
   remember how to get 
   home...
          (to Lucy)
   You remember, don’t you 
   girl?

But the dog ignores him, dragging Jack along...

47   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

Kate is in bed, fast asleep.

Jack walks into the room, his face still red from the 
cold outside.  He looks over at Kate, sleeping happily.

He takes off his shirt and khakis, laying them neatly 
on the chair.  He looks over at the pair of flannel 
pajamas folded on the dresser.  He shakes his head, 
resigned, then dons the pajamas and climbs into bed...

CHAPTER SIX - BEING A PARENT

48   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE BEDROOM - MORNING

Morning light streams into the room.  The clock reads, 
?:14.?

Jack opens his eyes ?a burst of light hitting them 
from the window...like the morning light in his 
Manhattan loft...

He reaches across the bed...it’s empty...

A smile of hope from Jack as he puts his head back on 
the pillow...maybe it was only a day...Then...

The sound of a baby CRYING from the next room...A 
pained look on Jack’s face as he realizes he’s still in 
Jersey.

Now the baby is WAILING...Jack lies still a moment, 
hoping it’ll stop...it doesn’t.  Then, he hears the 
sound of the SHOWER TURN ON in the bathroom.

He gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom...

49   INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

The shower is running, a tape player is BLASTING “Beast 
of Burden.? Kate is in the shower SINGING LOUDLY with 
the song...

              JACK
   Hello?

No answer...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (louder, over music)
   Hello!

              KATE
          (singing)
   ...my feet are hurtin?..

              JACK
          (yelling)
   HEY!

Finally, the music is turned down and Kate pulls the 
shower curtain open...

Jack sees her naked body...raises an eyebrow...that’s 
something he’s missed...then...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Uh...that baby’s crying...

              KATE
          (unimpressed)
   And...?

...her expression makes Jack turn his gaze from her 
naked body.

              KATE (CONT’D)
   Don’t give me that look, 
   Jack, Tuesday’s your day 
   and you know it.  And try 
   to get Josh to day care 
   on time, okay?  He missed 
   the macaroni painting 
   last week...

She closes the curtain and turns the radio back up.

CUT TO:

50   INT. JOSH’S ROOM - MORNING

Annie’s watching from a baby-size Laz-E-Boy lounger 
as...

Jack, in a robe, stands in front of a changing table, 
Josh laying happily on his back, playing with a set of 
plastic keys.

Jack takes a fresh Huggies diaper and puts it next to 
the baby.  He surveys Josh, scratching his chin and 
rubbing his hands like Indiana Jones.  Josh playfully 
grabs at Jack’s nose.

He looks over to Annie.  She’s still staring at him 
like he’s a Martian.  He looks at the instructions on 
the box of Huggies.

              JACK
   Pull tape...

Jack searches the diaper for the tabs of tape, then 
gingerly pulls them apart, releasing the diaper from 
the baby’s bottom, and seeing what’s inside.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Holy mother of god!

Jack holds the diaper out away from him, searching for 
a place to put it.  Annie points to a Diaper Genie by 
the dresser.

Jack throws the diaper in, then quickly replaces the 
lid.  Annie points to the container of Baby Wipes.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   You must be kidding...

Annie stares at him a beat.  Then...

              ANNIE
   You’re not really our 
   dad, are you?

Jack turns to her.  She’s looking back at him with 
complete earnestness.  They stare at each other another 
moment.  Then...

              JACK
   No, I’m not.

A look of curiosity from Annie.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   I work on Wall Street, 
   you know with the big 
   buildings...?

No response from Annie...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   I live in an apartment 
   house with a doorman, I 
   can buy just about 
   anything I want...

Annie nods at Jack, still suspicious.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   This isn’t my real life.  
   It’s just a glimpse...

              ANNIE
   Where’s my real dad?

              JACK
   I don’t know...

A concerned look on Annie’s face, Jack’s petrified that 
she’s about to cry.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   But don’t worry, he loves 
   you and I’m sure he’ll be 
   back very soon...
          (to himself)
   ...very, very soon...

Annie approaches Jack, climbing up on a little chair 
and tugging firmly at his hair.

              ANNIE
   They did a pretty good 
   job.

              JACK
   Who did?

              ANNIE
   The aliens...In the 
   mother ship.  You look 
   just like him.

              JACK
   Uhh...thanks...slightly 
   better looking though, 
   right?

Annie’s now stone faced, trying to decide about Jack.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   You’re not going to start 
   crying, are you?  Because 
   I’m not really sure I 
   could deal with that 
   right now.

She thinks about it for a moment.

              ANNIE
   Do you like kids?

              JACK
   On a case by case 
   basis...

              ANNIE
   You know how to make 
   chocolate milk?

              JACK
   I think I could figure it 
   out.

              ANNIE
   You promise not to kidnap 
   me and my brother and 
   implant stuff in our brains?

              JACK
   Sure.

Beat.  Then...a smile from Annie.

              ANNIE
   Welcome to earth.

51   INT. MINI-VAN - MORNING

Jack’s driving, Annie buckled in the front seat...

Josh, in the baby seat, looks like he was dressed by 
monkeys ?his shirt buttons are off by one, and they’re 
clearly supposed to be in the back.

              ANNIE
   Stop here...

Jack stops the van outside the Playland Day Care 
Center.

              ANNIE (CONT’D)
   This is day care.  It’s 
   where babies go when 
   their parents are at 
   work.

              JACK
   Check...

He gets out of the van...

52   EXT. MINI-VAN - CONTINUOUS

...he pulls Josh out and walks quickly toward the 
building, holding the baby away from his body.

He gets to the door and holds Josh out to the DAY CARE 
LADY.  She stares at Josh’s outfit...

              JACK
   Do I get a receipt or 
   something...?

The woman looks at Jack like he’s crazy.

53   EXT. YMCA - A FEW MINUTES LATER

The mini-van pulls up to the drop-off point at this 
suburban New Jersey Y.  Annie opens the door.

              ANNIE
   I have winter camp until 
   four, then ballet until 
   five thirty.

              JACK
   Five thirty.  Okay.

              ANNIE
   Try not to be late 
   because kids don’t like 
   to be the last one picked 
   up.

              JACK
   Got it.  Good tip.

              ANNIE
   Bye...

CHAPTER SEVEN - A TIRE SALESMAN

Jack watches her as she runs toward the building.  
Then...

              JACK
          (calling out window)
   Hey!  Annie!

Annie turns back toward him.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Where do I go now?

              ANNIE
   Big Ed’s.

              JACK
   Big Ed’s?  Big Ed’s 
   Tires?
          (suspicious)
   Why...?

              ANNIE
   That’s where you work.

A beat.  Then...

              JACK
   You mean I sell tires...

She shrugs her shoulders and walks off.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   That’s what I do.  I’m a 
   tire salesman...

CUT TO:

54   INT. MINI-VAN - A LITTLE LATER

Jack’s driving down a busy commercial street when he 
spots something a hundred yards down the road...

              JACK
   Good Lord...

...a huge, three-story-tall plastic likeness of Big Ed 
Reynolds, ten gallon hat, lassoing a tire...

55   EXT. BIG ED’S TIRES - MOMENTS LATER

Jack approaches Big Ed’s from the parking lot...slowly, 
taking it all in...

It’s like a Pep Boys with a Texas theme.  A big retail 
store for tires and auto parts, and a repair bay for 
everything from alignments to brake jobs...

Jack walks to the tire bay where HECTOR, 40s, a 
Guatemalan mechanic in grease-stained coveralls, stands 
with TOMMY the salesman.

              TOMMY
   Hey Jack, you happen to 
   know the stock number on 
   those new Michelin X1's?

              JACK
   Uh...lemme get back to 
   you on that one...
          (looking at his 
           name tag)
   Tommy...

              HECTOR
          (to Tommy)
   Thomas, why you bother 
   Jack about that.  Look it 
   up yourself...
          (to Jack)
   Okay Jack, we talk 
   later...

Jack nods amiably then continues into the store...

56   INT. BIG ED’S TIRES - CONTINUOUS

Jack walks in...looks around...the store is teeming 
with activity, a post-holiday sale in progress...

Big Ed, in his signature ten gallon hat, sees Jack from 
behind the counter...

              BIG ED
   Jack my boy!  You are 
   looking mighty worse for 
   the wear...Hey, guess who
   I played bridge with two 
   nights ago...?

Jack stares blankly at Big Ed...

              BIG ED (CONT’D) 
   Hell, you’ll never 
   guess.  One Sydney 
   Potter.  That’s Sydney 
   Potter, Chief Executive 
   Officer of BuyRite 
   Transport.  Only the 
   third largest trucking 
   company in the state.  I 
   even let the sonuvabitch 
   win, which wasn’t easy 
   because the guy’s been 
   bashed in the head by 
   Teamsters so many times 
   his brain’s like 
   porridge.  Anyhoo, he’s 
   looking for a new parts 
   supplier... we can handle 
   that kind of volume, 
   right?

Jack considers this briefly.

              JACK
   I’m gonna have to get 
   back to you on that...Ed.

Big Ed makes a gun gesture with his forefinger, winking 
at Jack, then turns back to the activity at the counter 
as...

Jack spots KENNY, a very young sales associate, walking 
by.  He reaches out and taps Kenny on the shoulder.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Do I have a private 
   office somewhere in the 
   building?

              KENNY
   Uh...sure Jack...
          (nervously pointing)
   Right back there...

              JACK
   Thank you.

Jack walks into the office with his name on the door...

57   INT. JACK’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

There’s no Stairmaster here, no leather sofa or 
bar...it’s small, cramped and cluttered, the walls 
littered with tire inventory and price lists...

Jack takes a slow, sad lap around the office.

He makes it to the small wooden desk at the far end of 
the room and sits down behind it...

On the desk are photos of Jack, Kate and the kids, a 
plastic Michelin Man model, a tire-themed day calendar 
and a small plastic figurine of a BOWLER, the word, 
“Bowlers Do It In An Alley?embossed on its base...

He surveys the desktop briefly, then opens the top 
drawer, finding a personal checkbook and looking 
inside...

He sees the bottom line and winces, then puts it 
back...

Jack picks up the “Bowlers Do It In An Alley?figurine 
and gives it a good look...

              JACK
   Bowlers do it in an 
   alley?...Non profit 
   lawyers do it for free... 
   what is it with these 
   people?  Don’t they 
   realize this refers to 
   sex?

He replaces the figurine then opens the bottom drawer 
where he spots a bottle of Glenfiddich.  He lifts it 
out...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   At least you splurged on 
   some decent scotch...

He takes a paper cup and pours himself a shot.  He 
drinks it down in one gulp and then crumples up the 
cup, throwing it toward the NET’S basketball 
hoop/garbage can near the door.

He misses...

He looks more closely at the photographs...most are 
family photos, a happy Jack with Kate, with Annie at 
the pony rides, at Josh’s birth...in every one of them, 
Jack is smiling...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (to Jack in 
           the photo)
   What are you smiling 
   about...?

He turns his head...spots a small plaque on the wall 
behind him.  It reads, “Jack Campbell - E.F. Hutton #1 
Junior Sales Associate, 1988.? Jack raises an 
eyebrow...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Number one...not bad.

He grabs it off the wall and looks at it more 
carefully...

              JACK (CONT’D)

   1988...?  I was in London 
   in 1988...

Jack’s jarred into reality...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (to Jack in the photo)
   You never went to London...
          (picking up the photo)
   ...you never got on that 
   plane...

He stays there a moment...in shock.  Then...

The P.A. system comes to life...

              ESTELLE
          (over P.A.)
   Jack to mag 
   wheels...Jack, you’re 
   needed in mag wheels, 
   customer waiting!

CUT TO:

58   INT. BIG ED’S TIRES, MAIN FLOOR - MINUTES LATER

Kenny leading Jack toward the “Mag Wheels?section.

              JACK
   ...I was the number one 
   junior sales associate at 
   E.F. Hutton in 1988.  Did 
   you know that?

              KENNY
   No, I didn’t...that’s 
   great.

              JACK
   That’s the kind of thing 
   you can really build 
   on...

              KENNY
   Uh huh...

              JACK
   I mean sales has always 
   been a feeder for M and 
   A, always...

They approach “Mag Wheels?where TOMMY, a slick sales 
associate, stands with a CUSTOMER looking at the 
displays...

              KENNY
   Here we are, mag wheels...
          (a little concerned)
   Hey Jack, are you sure 
   you’re okay?

              JACK
   Well, I’m just a little 
   confused right now about 
   why I work here...

Kenny looks at him nervously.

              KENNY
   Uh...I just started here 
   last Tuesday.

Jack nods compassionately.  Kenny takes off leaving 
Jack alone with his thoughts as Tommy approaches with 
the customer.

              TOMMY
          (to the customer)
   So you’re all set on the 
   Skip Shift eliminator and 
   the Brembo rotors.  
   Jack’s our point man on 
   alloy wheels...

              JACK
          (turning to Tommy)
   Do you know why do I work 
   here...?

              TOMMY
   Because you’re the best 
   damn tire guy in the 
   state of New Jersey...
          (proudly, to the 
           customer)
   Jack taught me everything 
   I know about the 
   business...

The customer nods, impressed.

              JACK
   I taught you the business?

Another nod to the customer.

              TOMMY
   And he’s a crack-up.

              JACK
   Everything I taught you.  
   I want to hear it all, 
   right now.

Tommy’s confused.

              CUSTOMER
   Hey, I’m ready to buy 
   here...

              JACK
          (to the customer)
   What do you want?

              CUSTOMER
   I want some alloy wheels.

Jack grabs one of the alloy rims off the shelf, holding 
it out to the customer.

              JACK
   Here.  These are great.  
   You’ll need four.

The customer takes the wheel from Jack, looks at it 
confused...

              CUSTOMER
   But I don’t like these...

              JACK
   Hey, you heard the guy, 
   I’m the best damn tire 
   guy in the state of New 
   Jersey.
          (turning to Tommy)
   Everything.

              TOMMY
   Okay...
          (hesitating)
   Rule number one, the 
   customer is always 
   right...

A satisfied smirk from the customer.

59   INT. BIG ED’S TIRES, JACK’S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON

Jack is behind his desk, his tie loosened, on the 
phone...

              JACK
          (into phone)
   ...I have no idea what 
   our inventory level is, 
   that’s why I’m asking 
   you...

A KNOCK at the door...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Look, just send us what 
   you sent us last month, 
   okay...?  And keep doing 
   that until further 
   notice...

He hangs up the phone as the door opens.  Big Ed sticks 
his head in...

              BIG ED
   Got a minute, Jack?

              JACK
   I’ve got all the time in 
   the world...

Big Ed walks in, followed by SYDNEY POTTER, 60s, a 
tough looking man...

              BIG ED
   Jack, meet Sydney Potter, 
   BuyRite Transport, one of 
   Jersey’s top 
   businessmen...

Potter extends a hand, Jack rises from his chair, 
trying to place the name.  Then...

              JACK
   ...and a helluva bridge 
   player.  Ed’s told me a 
   lot about you...

They shake hands.  Potter nods his head at Jack, 
immediately impressed.  Big Ed is beaming.

              POTTER
          (in a heavy Jersey 
           accent)
   Lucky in cards, lucky in 
   business, lucky in love.  
   My cup runneth over...
          (to Big Ed)
   He’s a nice looking 
   boy...

              BIG ED
   My daughter’s no slouch 
   either...

A smile from Potter, then a serious look.

              POTTER
   Let’s cut to the chase, 
   Jack.  Big Ed tells me 
   you’re the grease that 
   makes the wheels turn 
   around here.  I need a 
   new parts supplier for my 
   fleet.  You seem to have 
   the parts.  That we 
   know.  What we don’t know 
   is why the hell I should 
   buy them from you.

Potter stares Jack down.  But Jack’s not about to be 
intimidated by him.  He pauses, matching Potter’s 
stare.  Then...

              JACK
   I have no idea...

A surprised look from Potter.  An anxious laugh from 
Big Ed.

              BIG ED
          (nervous)
   C’mon Jack...

              JACK
          (to Potter)
   I mean it.  From what I 
   can tell, we’re a mom and 
   pop operation, we’re 
   already over-extended in 
   sales, and any price 
   advantage we could offer 
   would easily be matched 
   by a larger supplier...

Jack continues to stare down Potter.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   So like I said, I don’t 
   have any idea why you 
   should buy your parts 
   from us...

The staring match continues.  Big Ed’s getting more 
nervous.  Potter’s the first to blink.

              POTTER
   Okay, you got my 
   attention...

              JACK
   Except for rule number 
   one...

Jack smiles.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   The customer is always 
   right.  A clich?  Sure. 
   The difference is, we 
   mean it.  We’re small, we 
   need our customers.  We 
   can’t afford to 
   disappoint them, ever. 
   Yeah, you could go to 
   some leviathan supplier, 
   probably save a few 
   pennies on the price of 
   oil filters, but with us 
   you get more than a 
   supplier, you get a 
   bridge partner...

A smile from Potter.  Jack gives Ed a wink.  Ed 
watches, thrilled...

              JACK (CONT’D)
   You want to bid hearts, 
   we’re right there with 
   you.  You feel the need 
   to redouble, you’re not 
   going to get any argument 
   from us...

Potter nods at Jack.  Jack moves in for the kill.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   The big guys may have the 
   high cards, but you know 
   as well as I do, Sydney, 
   high cards don’t always 
   take the trick.

Potter pauses a minute, then...

              POTTER
          (to Big Ed, 
           re: Jack)
   I like him...

Big Ed smiles, letting out a relieved sigh.

              BIG ED
          (a wink to Jack)
   That’s my boy...
          (an arm around Potter)
   C’mon, lemme show you the 
   rest of the ranch...

Big Ed and Potter exit the office...

              BIG ED (CONT’D)
          (turning back to Jack)
   Nice shootin? Jack...

...leaving Jack there with a satisfied smile on his 
face.

60   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT

Jack is in bed watching CNBC...On the TV a young woman 
REPORTER at the anchor’s desk...

              CNBC REPORTER (ON T.V.)
   ...advancers led 
   decliners by a nine to 
   four ratio and the 
   closing tick was a mildly 
   bullish plus seventy 
   six.  Much of the 
   market’s action today was 
   fueled by the latest 
   round of merger mania to 
   hit Wall Street...

The Global Health Systems and MedTech logos appear on a 
graphic in the corner of the screen...

              CNBC REPORTER (CONT’D, ON T.V.)
   ...when Global Health 
   Systems and MedTech 
   Pharmaceutical announced 
   their intentions to join 
   forces in a massive one 
   hundred and twenty two 
   billion dollar stock swap 
   deal.  Though neither 
   side expressed 
   significant regulatory 
   concerns at the 
   announcement press 
   conference, it is 
   believed that both the 
   FDA and the FTC will be 
   closely scrutinizing the 
   marriage, the largest 
   ever in the health care 
   industry.  When asked 
   about possible anti-
   competitive implications, 
   Global Chairman Bob 
   Thomas referred reporters 
   to P.K. Lassiter and 
   Company President Alan 
   Mintz, the original 
   architect behind the 
   deal...

Jack stares in shock as the image changes to a super 
confident looking Mintz shaking Bob Thomas?hand at the 
press conference.

              CNBC REPORTER (CONT’D, ON T.V.)
   Ironically, Mintz first 
   met Thomas at a Lamaze 
   class...

              JACK
   A Lamaze class...!?

              CNBC REPORTER (ON T.V.)
   ...while coaching their 
   pregnant wives, Mintz and T
   homas struck up a 
   dialogue about the need 
   for consolidation in the 
   rapidly growing health 
   care industry and two 
   months later, the deal 
   with MedTech was born...

              JACK
   What?!  That’s my deal?

              CNBC REPORTER (ON T.V.)
   In other business news, 
   U.S. Labor Department 
   officials announced today
   that two hundred and 
   seventy-five thousand new
   jobs were created last 
   month, twenty-five 
   thousand less than 
   economists were 
   predicting, leading to a 
   mild rally in the bond 
   markets before midday.  
   But as the trading 
   session drew to a close, 
   the profit takers stepped 
   in and the long bond 
   closed at ninety seven 
   even, up only two ticks, 
   the yield inching down to 
   six point zero seven 
   percent...

Kate comes into the room from the hallway wearing only 
Jack’s NYU sweatshirt...

              KATE
   The kids are asleep...

She goes over to the window and draws the blinds.  Jack 
looks up at her, nods, then goes back to the TV.

              KATE (CONT’D)
   Jack.  I said the kids 
   are asleep...

              JACK
          (distracted)
   Well that’s just 
   great...those little 
   monkeys can be a real 
   handful...

Kate shuts off the TV.

              JACK (CONT’D)
   Hey!  I was watching 
   that!

              KATE
   I thought we had a deal 
   about you watching CNBC 
   in bed.

              JACK
   I’m working on a new deal 
   now...

Kate throws a Kate Bush’s “The Sensual World?into the 
CD player.

              KATE
   Fine, but not tonight...

She climbs onto the bed, a seductive look on her face.

              JACK
   Wait a second.  You want 
   me, don’t you?

              KATE
   That is the general idea, 
   yes...

Kate starts kissing him...but Jack’s a little 
uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy...he pulls back, 
a little nervous.

              JACK
   Shouldn’t we grab some 
   dinner first?  Maybe a 
   bottle of wine...?

              KATE
   It’s ten thirty, Jack.  
   By eleven you’re gonna be 
   sprawled out on the bed 
   snoring your head off.  
   We don’t have time for 
   wining and dining.

              JACK
   Whatever you say...honey.

She starts kissing him again...but this time he just 
goes with it, and as her hands run through his hair 
he’s brought back to a different time and place...

Jack momentarily pulls back and looks at her...it’s 
like the first time he’s really looked at her in eleven 
years...


              JACK (CONT’D)
   God...you’re beautiful...

She smiles at him, almost uncomfortable with the 
compliment...

              KATE
   Thanks, Jack...

              JACK
   No, I’m serious...you’re 
   really stunning...

              KATE
   This is good stuff, Jack, 
   keep it coming...

              JACK
   I mean back in college, 
   you were a very pretty 
   girl, there’s no question 
   about that.  But this...
          (lost in her)
   ...you’ve really grown 
   into a beautiful woman...

Jack stares at her, entranced...Kate pulls back, 
reacting to the intensity in his stare...

              KATE
   How can you do that?

              JACK
          (nervous)
   Do what?

              KATE
   Look at me like you 
   haven’t seen me every day 
   for the last twelve 
   years...

Jack freezes.  There’s love in her eyes but it’s not 
meant for him...

She kisses him...

              KATE (CONT’D)
   Don’t move.

She gets up off the bed and heads for the bathroom...

He looks around...not sure what to do...Finally...

He turns onto his side and closes his eyes...

Kate emerges from the bathroom, she sees Jack on the 
bed, hears his breathing heavy with sleep...

At once charmed and disappointed, Kate sighs.  She 
turns off the CD player and heads into bed.

She pulls the covers up over Jack, shutting off the 
light... She puts an arm around him, kissing him 
sweetly on the neck...

              KATE (CONT’D)
   ‘night, honey...

Close in on Jack’s face...turned away from Kate...he 
opens his eyes...looks down at her arm...loneliness on 
his face...

CHAPTER EIGHT - THE MEN’S DEPARTMENT

DISSOLVE TO:

61   EXT. MALL - DAY

It’s mid-January and all signs of the Christmas season are 
gone except for the snow on the ground in the busy parking 
lot.

62   INT. MACY’S, MEN’S DEPT. - DAY

Kate, pushing Josh in the stroller and holding Annie’s 
hand, passing through the Men’s Dept., Jack lagging 
behind, a bevy of shopping bags in hand and a 
beleaguered look on his face.

              KATE
          (back to Jack)
    We’re almost done here...

              ANNIE
    Mary Janes, Mom.  You 
    promised.

              KATE
    That’s right.  Okay, 
    let’s make a quick stop 
    at the kids?shoe 
    department, pick up my 
    watch from the battery 
    place, then I’ll run into 
    the linen store...

An unhappy look on Jack’s face.

              JACK
    Why don’t we just go to 
    all the stores?!

Kate looks back at Jack.

              JACK (CONT’D)
    Every single store in 
    this godforsaken shopping 
    mall.  We can go to them 
    all.

Kate gives him a look.  Then...

              KATE
    You know what, Jack?!  
    I’ll go with the kids.  
    Why don’t you just hang 
    out here in the men’s 
    department... okay?

Jack glances at the Men’s Dept., sighs and gives Kate a 
nod.  She takes off with the kids...and then he sees 
it...

...the Zegna section.  He’s drawn to the neat rows of 
beautiful suits like a moth to the light...

He approaches the rack, pulls out a dark green suit, 
gently touching the soft wool.

              SALESMAN (O.S.)
    It’s perfect for your 
    frame...

Jack turns and sees a SALESMAN standing behind him.

              SALESMAN 
    Would you like to try it 
    on?

CUT TO:

63   INT. MACY’S MEN’S DEPT. - A LITTLE LATER

Jack, at a mirror wearing the Zegna suit.  It is 
perfect for his frame.  The color is spectacular, the 
line is dazzling.

Jack looks in the mirror, shutting everything else 
out... it’s like he’s seeing his old self...

              KATE (O.S.)
    You look amazing in that 
    suit...

Jack snaps out of his trance.  He sees Kate standing 
behind him, Annie and Josh happily playing a few feet 
away.
              KATE
    I mean...wow...off the 
    charts great.

              JACK
    It’s an unbelievable 
    thing.  Wearing this suit 
    actually makes me feel 
    like a better person.
          (taking one final 
           look)
    I’m gonna buy it...

Kate raises an eyebrow, then looks at the price tag.

              KATE
    $2,400?!  Are you out of 
    your mind?

              JACK
          (pointing to Annie’s 
           new Mary Janes)
    She got those shoes...

              KATE
    Those shoes were twenty 
    five dollars.  C’mon, 
    take it off.  We’ll go to 
    the food court and get 
    one of those funnel cakes 
    you like.

Jack looks at her...it’s a moment of decision.

              JACK
    No.

Kate looks at Jack, a little surprised.

              KATE
    No?

              JACK
    Do you have any idea what 
    my life is like?

              KATE
    Excuse me?

              JACK
    I wake up in the morning 
    covered in dog saliva...I 
    drop the kids off, spend 
    eight hours selling tires 
    retail...retail, Kate.

Kate just stands here, aghast...

              JACK (CONT’D)
    I pick up the kids, walk
    the dog, which by the 
    way, carries the added 
    bonus of carting away her
    monstrous crap...I play 
    with the kids, take out 
    the garbage, get six 
    hours of sleep if I’m 
    lucky, and then it starts 
    all over again...and why 
    is it that I always have 
    to drive everyone 
    everywhere?  I spend 
    practically my entire day 
    in that slow as hell 
    mini-van listening to 
    Raffi tapes and trying to 
    figure out how the cup 
    holders work...I’m sick 
    of it.

              KATE
    Really.

              JACK
    What’s in it for me?  
    Where are my Mary Janes?

Kate stares at him, shaking her head...

              KATE
    It’s sad to hear your 
    life is such a 
    disappointment to you, 
    Jack.

              JACK
    I can’t believe it’s not 
    a disappointment to you!
          (letting it all out)
    Jesus, Kate, I could’ve 
    been a thousand times the 
    man I became.  How could 
    you do this to me?  How 
    could you let me give up 
    on my dreams like this?!

Kate stares at him in disbelief.  Then...

              KATE
    Who are you?

Kate’s words pierce Jack...he has to avert his eyes.

              JACK
          (lowering his voice)
    Look, I’m sorry.  I’m 
    sorry I was such a saint 
    before and I’m such a 
    prick now.  Maybe I’m 
    just not the same guy I 
    was when we got 
    married...

              KATE
    Maybe you’re not.  The 
    Jack Campbell I married 
    wouldn’t need a $2400 
    suit to make himself feel 
    better about his life, 
    but if that’s what it’s 
    gonna take, then buy it.  
    Just buy the goddamn 
    suit ...we can take the 
    money out of the kids?
    college fund.

They stare at each other for a moment...a stand-off...

              JACK
    Forget it...
          (taking off the 
           jacket)
    We’ll get a funnel cake.  
    It’ll be the highlight of 
    my week...

64   EXT. NEW JERSEY ROAD - NIGHT

The blue mini-van makes its way down this road...

65   INT. MINI-VAN - NIGHT

There’s an icy silence in the car...Jack is behind the 
wheel, Kate next to him looking out the window, anger 
on her face...

CHAPTER NINE - REMINISCING

Jack checks the rear-view mirror, sees Annie and Josh 
in the back, both asleep...

              JACK
          (to Kate)
    Listen, I’m sorry about 
    that back in the store.  
    I really don’t want to 
    fight with you...

Kate just keeps looking out the window.

              JACK (CONT’D)
    But you must sometimes 
    wonder how we ended up 
    here.  I mean back in 
    college, did you see 
    us...
          (looking around)
    ...here...?

She turns to him.

              KATE
    I’ll give you this, life 
    has thrown us a few 
    surprises...

A glimmer in Jack’s eye...

              JACK
    It really has, hasn’t 
    it?  So if you had 
    to...what would you say 
    was the biggest surprise?

She glances at the kids sleeping in the back.

              KATE
    Well...Annie for one.

              JACK
    Surprise.  We’re 
    pregnant...
          (a laugh)
    Yeah...that must’ve 
    been...I mean that was 
    very unexpected.  But 
    what are you gonna do, 
    right?

              KATE
    I think it worked out 
    okay, don’t you?

              JACK
    Sure.  I really like 
    Annie.

              KATE
    Good, Jack.  Maybe we’ll 
    keep her.

              JACK
    No, I love Annie.  We had 
    a lot of good times, 
    didn’t we?

              KATE
    We were young...
          (a nostalgic smile)
    Remember that little 
    place on Charles Street 
    we used to go to?

              JACK
    Charles Street?  In the 
    Village?  When we were 
    living in Greenwich 
    Village...?
          (off her nod)
    Great times.  Why’d we 
    ever leave?

              KATE
    You can’t really raise a 
    kid in an apartment in 
    the Village...

Jack nods, starting to piece it together.

              KATE (CONT’D)
    The trek out to the 
    hospital every day didn’t 
    help either...
          (looking at him)
    You were great.  
    Surviving the heart 
    attack was one thing...

              JACK
    You had a heart attack?

              KATE
          (a laugh)
    Jack, stop that. I'm
    still mad at you...
          (a sigh)
    ...who knows what 
    would’ve happened if you 
    hadn’t stepped in at the 
    store.

              JACK
    That’s why I work for Big 
    Ed?

A look from Kate.

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (recovering)
    I mean, that’s why I work 
    for Big Ed...

Jack looks out at the road a moment, piecing it all 
together in his mind.

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (almost to himself)
    So we had a baby, Big Ed 
    had a heart attack, we b
    ought that house, and 
    I’ve been working for him 
    ever since...Sayonara, 
    Wall Street.

Kate looks at him a little strangely.

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (turning to her)
    Our life in a nutshell...

              KATE
    If you want to look at it 
    that way...

              JACK
    How would you look at it?

She glances again at the kids in the back seat, then at 
Jack.

              KATE
    A great success story...

A smile from Jack.  He admires her outlook even if he 
can’t bring himself to share it.

DISSOLVE TO:

66   INT. BOWLING ALLEY - EVENING

A crowded suburban New Jersey bowling alley...

Jack stands at a lane holding a bowling ball, the 
nickname “The Hammer?emblazoned over his bowling shirt 
pocket...He approaches the line and throws the ball 
down the lane...

It’s ugly...The ball caroms off the hardwood into the 
gutter.

              JACK
    Damn...

              ARNIE
          (O.S., from behind)
    Jesus, Jack, this is a 
    league match, for god’s 
    sake!

Jack turns.  Arnie and the BOWLING TEAM are in the 
scorekeeping area watching Jack make a mockery of the 
sport.  Jack scowls.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
    Where’s your follow 
    through?  Where’s your 
    stance?

              JACK
    Hey, I’m doing the best I 
    can...
          (under his breath)
    I’d like to see you hit a 
    squash ball after 
    seventeen beers...

              ARNIE
    You’re right.  Why am I 
    so competitive!?  
    Compensation, I guess.  
    Look, just focus, Jack.  
    You can still pick up the 
    spare...

Jack retrieves his ball, sets up, genuinely 
concentrating...

              JACK
          (quietly, to 
           himself)
    You are Jack Campbell.  
    You’re better than this 
    sport.  You shot the 
    rapids at Kenai.  You ran 
    with the bulls at 
    Pamplona.  You jumped out 
    of a plane over the 
    Mojave Desert, for 
    Christ’s sake.  You can 
    do this...

Jack puts everything he has into the throw, heaving the 
ball down the lane with as much grace and power as he 
can muster...hitting the six pin and taking out four 
others.

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (screaming, excited)
    Yeah!!

He turns, a fist pumped...But the guys could care 
less...

              ARNIE
          (to TEAMMATE)
    Okay, Pete, you’re up.

67   INT. BOWLING ALLEY - LATE

Jack walks out of the men’s room, heading toward the 
lounge.  He sees a familiar face walking toward him...a 
woman in a sexy little bowling outfit, carrying a 
bowling ball to a far lane.

              EVELYN
    Hi Jack...

A moment of confusion as he tries to place the face.  
Then...

              JACK
    Evelyn, right?

              EVELYN
    Very funny.  I saw you 
    out there on lane five.  
    What do you have the flu 
    or something?

              JACK
    Something like that.

              EVELYN
          (with a wink)
    Need a nurse?

              JACK
    You’re a nurse?

Evelyn laughs.

              EVELYN
    If that’s what you 
    want...

She brushes past Jack, continuing to her lane...Jack 
follows her with his eyes a moment, then...

              JACK
    Wait a second...

She turns.

              JACK (CONT’D)
    Are we...?

              EVELYN
    Are we what, Jack?

              JACK
    Is there something going 
    on between us?

Evelyn’s surprised at Jack’s directness.  She stands 
there a beat, then walks back toward him.

              EVELYN
    Are we finally being 
    honest?

              JACK
    It would help me if we 
    were.

              EVELYN
    Okay, you’re right, we’ve 
    been dancing around this 
    for years...

Evelyn looks a little flush...she briefly fans her 
face.

              EVELYN (CONT’D)
    God, my heart is racing.  
    Here goes...
          (a smile)
    When I get dressed for a 
    party and I know you’re 
    going to be there... 
    well, let’s just say I 
    don’t go strapless 
    because my husband likes 
    it...

An intrigued smile from Jack.

              EVELYN (CONT’D)
    I’ve got six sets of snow 
    tires piled up in my 
    garage and I won’t even 
    drive in the snow...And 
    our kids just happen to 
    be in the same ballet 
    class every year?

She picks a piece of lint off his shirt.

              EVELYN (CONT’D)
    So, if you’re asking me 
    whether I’d like it to be 
    more, the answer is 
    yes...

A look of surprise from Jack.

              EVELYN (CONT’D)
    ...and Kate would never 
    have to know.

Jack considers this for a moment.

              JACK
    Do I have your number?

A wide smile from Evelyn.

              EVELYN
    Steve’s out of town with 
    the kids this week.  Why 
    don’t you just stop by...

She turns, leaving Jack standing there, watching her 
sashay back to her lane.

68   INT. BOWLING ALLEY, LOUNGE - SECONDS LATER

Jack walks into the lounge, a little dazed.  He heads 
over to Arnie who’s having a beer at the bar.

              ARNIE
          (looking at Jack)
    Hey Jack, you’re all 
    flush.  I guess that 
    seventy-one took a lot 
    outta you.

              JACK
          (sitting down)
    I just saw Evelyn 
    Thompson.

              ARNIE
    She is relentless.

              JACK
    She wants to have an 
    affair with me.

              ARNIE
    She said that?

              JACK
    Pretty much.

              ARNIE
    Oh yeah...
          (shaking his head)
    What is it about you?

              JACK
          (pushing over a 
           napkin)
    So could you write down 
    her exact address?

              ARNIE
    Whoa...whoa...wait a 
    second, Jack.  You’re not 
    actually gonna cheat on 
    Kate?

              JACK
    It wouldn’t really be 
    cheating...
          (off Arnie’s 
           doubtful  look)
    It’s complicated.

              ARNIE
    Look, maybe I’m not as 
    good a consigliere as you 
    are but you have to trust 
    me on this one.  A little 
    flirtation’s harmless but 
    you’re playing with fire 
    here.  The Fidelity Bank 
    and Trust is a tough 
    creditor.  You make a 
    deposit somewhere else, 
    they close your account 
    forever.

              JACK
    I’m telling you, those 
    rules don’t apply to me, 
    Arn.

              ARNIE
          (a chuckle)
    Screw the rules.  I’m 
    talking about the choice.

Jack looks at him curiously.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
    C’mon, Evelyn Thompson’s 
    got no class.  She 
    doesn’t marry Dr. Steve, 
    the woman’s living in a 
    trailer.

              JACK
    Hey, is that really 
    necessary?

              ARNIE
    All I’m saying it there 
    isn’t a guy in Union 
    County who wouldn’t give 
    his left nut to be 
    married to Kate...

Arnie takes one last swig of his beer and gets up...

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
    I’ll see ya later, 
    Jack...

He leaves Jack alone, thinking...

CHAPTER TEN - CAKE WARS

69   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE - NIGHT

Jack walks into the house carrying his bowling bag.  He 
dumps the bag in the coat closet and walks into the 
kitchen where...

Kate is at the counter, her back to him, poring over 
some legal documents.

              KATE
          (not looking up)
     How was the game, honey?

              JACK
          (opening the fridge)
     Long, boring, and 
     generally pretty sad.  
     Arnie seemed to enjoy 
     it...
          (peering inside)
     Hey, where’s that chocolate 
     cake...?

Kate turns around, revealing a huge hunk of chocolate 
cake on a plate in front of her, a bite ready to go 
into her mouth.

              KATE
          (with a smile)
     You mean this chocolate 
     cake?

              JACK
     That’s my piece.  I was 
     saving it because I got 
     nauseated from that store 
     bought chicken.

Kate takes the bite, a little piece of icing sticks to 
the side of her mouth.

              KATE
     It’s good...

Jack approaches the counter.

              JACK
     Gimme that cake.

She takes another bite.

              KATE
     No way.

He makes a grab for the plate but she holds it out 
where he can’t reach it.

              JACK
     C’mon.

              KATE
     Sorry, Jack.  It’s too 
     important to me.

They stare each other down a moment.  Then...

He tries to swipe the plate.  Kate jumps out of her 
chair, running out of the kitchen with the cake, 
laughing...

Jack takes off after her...chasing her through the 
house... just about the catch up to her when...

She darts up the stairs, still laughing...he follows 
her...

              JACK
     I want that cake!

...reaches up...grabs her shirt...pulls her down 
playfully on top of him...

              KATE
          (laughing)
     You want the cake!?

              JACK
          (out of breath)
     I want it...

She looks at him, then takes the whole piece in her 
hand and smooshes it right in his mouth...

Beat.  Then, Jack starts laughing...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Thank you...

              KATE
     It’s good, right?

He takes a big clump of it and smooshes it in her 
mouth.

They stay there a moment, lying on the stairs, feeding 
each other cake, laughing.

Jack leans back on the stairs.  He looks at Kate’s 
face, practically covered in cake, smiling, and 
realizes...

...he hasn’t laughed like this in thirteen years.  
Then...

              JACK
     Are the kids asleep?

A sexy smile from Kate...they start kissing 
passionately right there on the steps...it’s heating 
up...

              KATE
          (caught up in the 
           moment)
     Say it, Jack...

              JACK
     What...?

              KATE
     C’mon, you know what I 
     like to hear...

              JACK
          (in the throes 
           of passion)
     Yeah, baby, I know what 
     you like to hear...

              KATE
          (kissing him)
     Then say it...just say it 
     to me...!

              JACK
          (swept up in the 
           moment)
     Oh yeah, you’re a bad 
     girl, baby... You make me 
     so hot...I’m gonna take 
     you to that special 
     place...

Kate pulls away.

              KATE
     What...?

Jack looks up at her, he can practically see the 
passion drain from her face...

              JACK
     Not it...?

              KATE
     Nice, Jack.  You’re 
     sweeping me off my feet.

              JACK
     What? You make me hot...

She gets up and heads up the steps, disappearing into 
the bedroom...Jack shakes his head, frustrated.  Then, 
he feels something licking at his hand...

He looks down and sees Lucy standing next to him, 
wagging her tail, looking up at Jack with an “I’ve 
gotta go?look on her face.  Jack heaves a sigh, 
then...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     C’mon, Lucy, maybe one of 
     us can get a little 
     relief tonight...

He leads the dog toward the front door...

70   EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - MINUTES LATER

Jack is walking Lucy.  He passes a house that looks 
familiar to him.  Then he sees it...

...the name “THOMPSON?etched on the mailbox...

It’s the Thompson house, now sans the garish Christmas 
decorations, a drying Christmas tree tied up on the 
curb, ready to be picked up as garbage...

Jack stops, pulling the dog back, looking up at the 
house...

He sees a light on in the upstairs bedroom...the faint 
outline of a woman reading by the window...

EVELYN THOMPSON...

Jack looks around, sees the street is empty, then 
nudges the dog, leading her up the path to the house.

He gets to the front door...moves his hand up to the 
doorbell...but it’s a tentative move...he keeps it 
there a moment, perched at the button...but for some 
reason he can’t bring himself to push it...

He looks down the street, toward his own house, then to 
the window upstairs.  Finally, he turns...

              JACK
          (pulling the leash)
     C’mon, girl, let’s go 
     home...

71   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE FOYER - MINUTES LATER

The front door opens and Jack walks in with Lucy on a 
leash, his face red from the cold outside.

He gives the dog a pat on the rump, then takes off his 
coat, hanging it and the leash on a hook by the door...

He walks through the quiet house, into the living room, 
rubbing his hands together to warm them up.

CHAPTER ELEVEN ?HOME MOVIES

He goes over to a glass bar stand and pours himself a 
scotch, taking a sip, letting the alcohol warm him...

He strolls through the room, looking at some of the 
family photos framed and hanging on the wall, focusing 
on his own face in the pictures, studying the 
expressions...

He moves to a pile of video tapes sitting on a shelf, 
marked with titles like, “Trip to Yosemite, ?6" and 
“Josh’s 1st Birthday.? He runs his fingers along the 
tapes, stopping at one marked, “Jack Singing.? His 
eyes linger there a moment...

He puts his drink down and pops the tape in the VCR...

ON TV:

It’s a party for Kate’s birthday thrown at the Kramers?
house...same crowd of people as the Christmas party, 
cheesy “Happy Birthday?decorations.

The image jerks up and down, surveying the crowd...

Bill Kramer at the piano, playing some light cocktail 
music ...Kate talking with a group of friends...

              ARNIE (O.S.)
     Jesus, Bill, this thing 
     is an antique.  Don’t you 
     even have image 
     stabilization?

Bill stops playing and looks up at Arnie.

              BILL KRAMER
     Four hundred bucks at Best 
     Buy, Arn.

Then...Jack comes into frame, a confident smile on his 
face.

              JACK
     And everyone knows image 
     stabilization is for the 
     weak...

Jack is jarred by the image of himself on the video...

Jack on TV...he smiles as Kate walks into frame, easily 
putting an arm around Jack...

              ARNIE
     So Jack, it’s your wife’s 
     birthday, got anything to 
     say to her?

              JACK
          (to Kate)
     It’s your birthday?  
     Today?  What’s your 
     name?  Where were you 
     born?

              KATE
     Jack.

              JACK
     Wait a minute.  You’re my 
     wife?

She slaps him playfully on the arm...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     I do have one thing I 
     wanna say...

Kate looks at him expectantly.  Then...

              JACK (CONT”D)
          (singing to her)
     Oh those fingers in my 
     hair, that sly come 
     hither stare, strips my 
     conscience bare, it’s 
     witchcraft... 

Jack doesn’t have the greatest voice in the world but 
he’s not the least bit self-conscious...and Kate seems 
to like it, there’s a twinkle in her eye...some of the 
guests focus their attention on Jack and Kate. 

Jack winces, embarrassed, as he watches himself sing...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...and I’ve got no 
     defense for it, that heat 
     is too intense for it, 
     what good would common 
     sense for it do...

Bill Kramer still at the piano, chimes in with the 
basic chords for “Witchcract,?sounding it out as he 
goes along...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...‘Cause it’s 
     witchcraft, wicked 
     witchcraft...and although 
     I know it’s strictly 
     taboo...when you rouse 
     the need in me, my heart 
     says yes indeed in me, 
     proceed with what you’re 
     leadin?me to...

The camera catches the reactions of guests in the 
crowd... the women, smiles on their faces, wrapped up 
in the romance of the moment.  Envy on the men’s faces 
as they watch Jack serenade his wife...

A musical interlude from Bill as Jack takes off his 
jacket...some HOOTS and HOLLERS from the crowd...Arnie 
captures the image of Kate whistling at her husband...

Arnie follows with the camera as Jack strolls in front 
of the gathered guests... 

              JACK (CONT’D)
     It’s such an ancient 
     pitch, but one that I’d 
     never switch, there ain’t 
     no nicer witch than 
     you...

Jack watches himself move gracefully.  But it’s no 
longer embarrassment on his face, it’s fascination...

Back in the video, the camera catches Evelyn Thompson 
watching longingly as Jack moves back toward 
Kate...Evelyn can’t take it anymore, she abruptly turns 
and walks toward the kitchen...

Jack raises an eyebrow...

In the video...Jack approaches Kate, she couldn’t have 
a more delighted look on her face.  He picks up the 
verse...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ‘Cause it’s witchcraft, 
     that koo koo 
     witchcraft...and although 
     I know it’s strictly 
     taboo...

The camera pans across the crowd, even the men are 
getting into it, focused on Jack as he sings lovingly, 
unashamed, to his wife...Nick Careli mouths the words 
along with Jack, almost as if he’s studying him, 
revering him...

Jack watches the TV, seeing Nick do this...maybe he 
underestimated his alter ego...

On the video...Jack staring into Kate’s eyes...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...when you rouse the 
     need in me, my heart says 
     yes indeed to me, proceed 
     with what you’re leadin?
     me to...

Jack and Kate exchange a sexy smile...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     It’s such an ancient 
     pitch, but one that I’d 
     never switch...

Jack kisses her on the lips...HOOTS and HOLLERS from 
the crowd.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ‘Cause there’s no nicer 
     witch than you...

Kate brushes a hand across Jack’s face...

Smash cut to Jack watching this...seeing the 
connection, the heat between them...coveting it...

Back to the video...the music building...the crowd 
completely in the palm of Jack’s hand...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...than you...

The camera closes in on Jack and Kate as the music 
builds to a crescendo...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...than you...

A little musical flourish from Bill as the crowd breaks 
out into huge CHEERS and APPLAUSE...

Jack, watching this other version of himself in the video, 
the center of attention, larger than life, focused on Kate...

Back on video...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (speaking quietly 
           to Kate)
     Happy Birthday 
     sweetheart...I love you.

Kate leans over, giving Jack a deep kiss...OOHS and 
AHHS from the crowd...but Jack and Kate are in their 
own little world...

Jack continues to watch himself on the video, his smile 
fading, becoming a look of realization...then loss...

A tear at the corner of his eye...

The SOUND fades in Jack’s head as the action in the 
video continues...

He’s left standing there...silent, still...

DISSOLVE TO:

72   INT. CAMPBELL MASTER BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

Lucy licking Jack’s face.  Jack pushes the dog 
away...as...

The ALARM RINGS.  Kate pushes the button to stop it.

              KATE
          (groggy)
     Time to get up, honey...

Jack obliges without question, getting out of bed, 
putting on a robe and slippers and exiting, still 
practically half-asleep.

73   INT. KITCHEN - SECONDS LATER

Jack walks into the kitchen.

He turns on the Mr. Coffee, gets a bottle from the 
fridge, throws it in the microwave, removes it, and 
heads upstairs.

74   INT. JOSH’S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

...into Josh’s room.  Josh is wide awake, standing up 
in his crib, like a prisoner in a cell.

Jack gives him the bottle, pats his head perfunctorily, 
and then walks out of the room...

CHAPTER TWELVE - HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

75   INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

...and back into the bedroom to find Kate, sitting on 
the bed, a wrapped present in front of her and a wide 
smile on her face.

Jack stops, raising an eyebrow at the gift.  He looks 
behind, as if to ask whether it’s for him, then back to 
Kate.

              KATE
     Happy Anniversary, 
     honey...

Terror on Jack’s face.

              KATE (CONT’D)
          (pushing the gift 
           forward)
     Before you do whatever 
     crazy stunt you’ve got 
     planned I want you to 
     open mine...

Jack musters up a smile, then approaches the gift.

              JACK
     Maybe I should wait...

              KATE
     No, open it...

He hesitates, then begins unwrapping the package, 
revealing...

...a suit, similar in color and style to the Zegna 
suit...

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I found it at an outlet 
     store.  I know it’s a 
     knock-off, but I think 
     it’ll look great on 
     you...

              JACK
          (examining the label)
     Zeena...

Jack is overcome with emotion...Yes, it’s a ZEENA, but 
this is probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever done 
for him...

              JACK (CONT’D) 
          (tearing up)
     You really are 
     incredible...

              KATE
     Enjoy it, sweetheart...

Jack looks at Kate’s expectant face, suddenly 
remembering how truly screwed he is.

              JACK
     You’re probably expecting 
     something from me...

He’s sweating bullets...watching as Kate gets a quizzical 
look on her face...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Here’s the thing.  I 
     really hadn’t planned on 
     giving you your...uh... 
     anniversary gift until 
     tonight.
          (an uncomfortable 
           smile)
     You know, anniversary’s 
     good all day...

              KATE
     What are you talking 
     about?  You never wait 
     all day.  You can barely 
     wait until it’s light 
     out.

              JACK
     I know that, but...

Beat.  Kate looks at him like she’s looking into his 
soul.

              KATE
     You forgot.

Jack stands there, silent.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     You actually forgot our 
     anniversary.

              JACK
     I’ll fix it.  I’ll go out 
     right now and get you 
     something.  I’ll make it 
     right.

That didn’t help.

              KATE
          (holding back 
           the tears)
     Jesus, Jack...Is this 
     where we are now?  Is 
     this our marriage?  
     Suddenly I’m the wife who 
     has to drop hints two 
     weeks before her 
     anniversary so her 
     husband doesn’t fuck it 
     up?

Jack sees a tear run down her face...a pang of guilt on 
his...

              JACK
     Please don’t cry...

Kate wipes the tear away but they just keep coming.

              KATE
          (shaking her head, 
           crying)
     I don’t want to be that, 
     Jack...

Jack approaches her, holding out a hand but Kate pushes 
it away, gets up and walks toward the bathroom...

Jack is left standing alone, holding Kate’s gift...

CUT TO:

76   INT. FRONT PORCH - MINUTES LATER

Jack emerges from the house, steps out onto the porch 
for some air...

He shakes his head, a mixture of frustration and self-
pity on his face.

He notices Annie’s bike leaning against the side of the 
porch, and the bell that Cash gave him sitting on its 
handle bar.

He takes a step toward it, and gives the bell a gentle 
RING ...he looks around, as if he’s expecting someone 
to appear ...but there’s no one.  He RINGS the bell 
again, louder this time, really trying to attract 
someone’s attention.

              JACK
     C’mon...c’mon...

Nothing.  Finally, he lifts the bike up in the air, 
RINGING the bell with everything he’s got...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (shouting to the 
           sky)
     C’mon, goddamnit, how was 
     I supposed to know the 
     date of their 
     anniversary!?  I never 
     married her!

Pull back...Annie in the doorway...looking at him.

              ANNIE
          (slowly)
     Put the bicycle back on 
     the ground...

Jack turns and sees her, gently lowering the bicycle.

77   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE KITCHEN - MORNING

Jack is mixing a glass of chocolate milk.  Annie, arms 
folded, is waiting expectantly.  He finishes, sliding 
the glass to her.

She takes a long sip, puts the glass down, a chocolate 
milk mustache on her lip.

              ANNIE
     Not bad...I shoulda 
     warned you.  Dad always 
     does something really 
     special for their 
     anniversary.

              JACK
     Like what?

              ANNIE
     One year he had a solar 
     system named after her...

              JACK
     Don’t you think that’s a 
     little gimmicky?

              ANNIE
     Mom liked it.

Jack raises an eyebrow.

              JACK
     Maybe there’s a jewelry 
     store back at the mall.  
     I could get her a pair of 
     earrings or something.

              ANNIE
     That’s good but...you did 
     forget the anniversary.

              JACK
     Right.  That’s a major 
     oversight...
          (thinking aloud)
     So if I’m Kate...I can’t 
     really afford the finer 
     things, my husband’s 
     career is a crushing 
     disappointment to me, 
     I’m trapped in suburbia...

Then...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Did he ever take her to 
     the City?

Annie smiles, impressed.

              ANNIE
     You’re really gettin?the 
     hang of this.

Suddenly, a look of confidence comes over Jack’s face.  
For the first time, he seems like a man in control.

78   INT. BEDROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

Annie is sitting on the bed watching her mother get 
dressed.

Kate, wearing a silky slip, walks out of her closet 
carrying two dresses on hangers, a red one and a sexy 
little black one.

Kate holds out the two dresses to Annie.

              KATE
     Which do you think?

Annie thinks about it for a moment, taking it very 
seriously...

              ANNIE
     The black one...

Kate nods.  She’s about to put it on when she looks at 
Annie...

              KATE
     Fighting’s a part of it, 
     Annie.  You know that, 
     right?

              ANNIE
     I’m not worried, Mom.  
     He’s still learning our 
     ways...

Kate looks at her with a raised eyebrow, then nods.  
It’s true.  She puts down the dress and holds out a 
hand to Annie.

              KATE
     C’mere.

Kate leads her to the makeup table, then opens a 
lipstick...

              ANNIE
          (excited)
     Really?

Kate nods then applies some red lipstick to Annie’s 
lips.

              KATE
     Now go like this...

Kate rubs her lips together, showing Annie how to do 
it.  Annie mimics her Mom, then Kate looks at her ?
Annie’s beaming.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     You’re gonna break a lot 
     of hearts, you know.

A smile from Annie...

Pull back to reveal...Jack standing at the door, 
watching ...appreciating the kind of mother Kate is...

79   OMITTED

80   EXT. LOIRE - NIGHT

A small, elegant French restaurant hidden on a tree-
lined lower Manhattan street.

81   INT. LOIRE - SAME TIME

Jack is wearing the suit Kate gave him.  It’s not a 
Zegna, but he looks pretty damn good.

He leads Kate toward the cloak room at this intimate 
restaurant...

He helps her off with her coat.  Kate’s wearing the 
sexy little black dress and we can immediately see its 
effectiveness...

              JACK
     You look beautiful...

A charmed smile from Kate as she hands Jack her coat.

Jack hands the coats over to the COAT CHECK GIRL...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (instinctively)
     Thanks, Catherine...

Jack fakes a SNEEZE, trying to cover up...Kate gives 
him a pat on the back...

              KATE
     You okay?

He takes Kate by the arm...

              JACK
     Fine...

He leads her to the main room.

She looks out at the room, elegant tables, French 
country decor, a PIANIST playing Cole Porter...

              KATE
          (quietly to Jack)
     Jack...can we afford all 
     this?

              JACK
     What’s the difference?  
     I’m taking my baby out 
     for our anniversary, damn 
     the costs...

              KATE
     How do you even know 
     about this place?

Jack’s caught for a moment.  Then...

              JACK
     Arnie...
          (insistent)
     Arnie.  He’ll throw you a 
     curve ball once in a 
     while, that’s for sure...

Jack puts his arm around her and kisses her on the 
cheek...

82   INT. LOIRE - A LITTLE LATER

Jack and Kate sit at a secluded table, a WAITER 
standing next to them.  Jack’s not even looking at the menu.

              JACK
     We’ll have the tureen of 
     quail breast with 
     shiitake mushrooms to 
     start, then the veal 
     medallions in raspberry 
     truffle sauce and the sea 
     scallops with pureed 
     artichoke hearts...sea 
     scallops, North of the 
     Caspian...

Kate looks at Jack, a mixture of confusion and awe on 
her face.

              WAITER
     Very good, sir.  And may 
     I say those are all 
     excellent selections.

              JACK
     You may...
          (perusing the 
           wine list)
     Also, we’ll have a bottle 
     of Lafite, 1982.

Kate reaches over and pulls down the wine list, reading 
it upside down.

              KATE
     It’s five hundred and 
     fifty dollars, Jack!

A wince from Jack...for a moment there it was almost 
perfect.

              JACK
     Just a glass of red wine 
     for each of us...

The waiter nods, then walks toward the kitchen...

              KATE
     You are so not off the 
     hook yet, slick.

              JACK
     But I’m gettin?close, right?

A noncommittal nod from Kate.  Then Jack notices her 
look over at the pianist, drawn in by the music.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     You want to dance?

A puzzled look from Kate.  There’s nobody else 
dancing.  There isn’t even much room to dance...

              KATE
     I don’t think there’s 
     dancing here, Jack.

Jack gets up and holds out a hand.

              JACK
     Sure there is...

Kate looks around again, then she smiles.

Kate rises, taking his hand.  Jack takes her in his 
arms, swaying slowly in the limited amount of space, 
confident and self-assured.

The pianist looks up, smiling, appreciating their role 
in this romantic moment.

Kate moves with Jack, following his lead comfortably.  
They look good together...in sync with each other...

People are watching them...some of the men are 
impressed, others are scoffing, but the women are 
clearly charmed...

              KATE
          (whispering to 
           Jack)
     Pretty good for a tire 
     salesman from Jersey...

Jack flashes her his most charming smile.

              JACK
     I have my moments...

They continue to dance, in a world of their own...

83   INT. LOIRE - LATE

Jack and Kate at the table enjoying a gourmet meal.  
Jack holds out a fork with a piece of veal for Kate.  
She takes a bite.

              KATE
     Mmmm...
          (spearing a scallop)
     ...here, try one of 
     these...

Jack takes a scallop from Kate’s fork.

              JACK
          (savoring the scallop) 
     God I missed that 
     taste...

Kate laughs.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Why are you laughing?

Kate shoots him a look of curiosity.  Jack looks back 
at her, sees the trust in her face...He puts down his 
fork.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     I need to tell you 
     something.

              KATE
     Okay...

              JACK
     I think it may help us 
     but there’s a slight 
     chance it could make 
     things worse.

She hears the seriousness in his voice.

              KATE
     Now I’m worried...just 
     say it.  Whatever it is 
     we’ll deal with it.

              JACK
     Are you sure?

She nods.  Jack searches his mind for the right words.  
Then...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     I feel like I’m living 
     someone else’s life...

Jack looks to her, expecting the worst.  But she just 
nods reassuringly.  He continues...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     I used to be so sure 
     about everything, you 
     know?  I knew exactly who 
     I was and what I wanted.  
     Then one morning I woke 
     up and suddenly it was 
     all different...

              KATE
     Worse, you mean...

              JACK
     No.  Well, maybe a few 
     things.  But mostly just 
     different...

Jack lets out a small smile.  Now he’s the one who’s 
reassuring Kate.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     I never used to be like 
     this, Kate.  I had it all 
     figured out.  No doubts, 
     no regrets.

              KATE
     And now...?

              JACK
     Now...I don’t...

He looks at her, staring into her eyes, almost 
desperate for understanding.

              KATE
     Me neither.

A raised eyebrow from Jack.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I think it’s good to be a 
     little unsure about who 
     you are.  It’s very 
     human.

              JACK
     But you always seem so 
     certain.

              KATE
     C’mon, Jack, you think 
     there aren’t mornings 
     when I wake up and wonder 
     what the hell I’m doing 
     in New Jersey...

              JACK
     That’s a big one for me, 
     too.

              KATE
     My office is a dump, I 
     answer my own phone...and 
     you’ve seen my pay check.

              JACK
     Your pay check is a 
     disgrace to pay checks.

              KATE
     I mean yes, I help people 
     that need it...

              JACK
     I guess...some of them 
     are probably faking.

              KATE
          (a laugh, then...)
     God, sometimes I think it 
     would be so nice not to 
     have to stretch ground 
     beef or maybe drive a car 
     with a CD player...

He smiles, right there with her.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     Imagine having a life 
     where everything was 
     easy...where you asked 
     for things and people 
     just brought them to 
     you...

              JACK
     It’s wonderful...

Kate laughs, nodding.

A pause, then...

              KATE
     I think about it, too, 
     Jack.  I do.  I think 
     about the kind of person 
     I’d be if I hadn’t 
     married you...

It’s as if she’s inside his head.  They stay like this 
for a moment, looking into each other.

              JACK
     And...?

She stops a moment, considering.  Then...

              KATE
     And I realize I’ve just 
     erased the things in my 
     life I’m most sure 
     about.  You, the kids...

Jack nods.

              JACK
     Good things...

              KATE
     What are you sure about?

Jack looks into Kate’s eyes.

              JACK
     I’m sure that right now 
     there’s nowhere I’d 
     rather be than here with 
     you...

Kate smiles at Jack, a loving, secure smile.  It’s been 
a while.

CUT TO:

84   EXT. PENSION - NIGHT

The mini-van parked outside a small brownstone right on 
the square.  It’s like something out of a Henry James 
novel... charming, meticulously maintained, elegant...

85   INT. PENSION, SUITE - A LITTLE LATER

The door opens and Jack, carrying Kate in his arms, 
enters...

Jack puts Kate down and she takes in the room, antique 
furniture...it’s like walking into another world...

              KATE
     This is so beautiful...

Jack smiles as he opens a champagne bottle sitting on a 
silver ice bucket...

              KATE (CONT’D)
     You know champagne makes 
     me do crazy things.

              JACK
          (pouring)
     I’ll just full yours up 
     to the top.
          (handing her a 
           glass)
     Happy anniversary, 
     sweetheart.

Kate smiles, clinking her glass with Jack’s.

              KATE
     I don’t know how you did 
     it, hoss, but you pulled 
     it off.

              JACK
     I’m out of the doghouse?

              KATE
     Way out...

Kate saunters into the bedroom, looking at the king-
size poster bed, feeling the down quilt.  Jack follows 
her...

              KATE (CONT’D)
          (turning to him)
     You may even get lucky 
     tonight...

Kate kisses him...when their lips separate, we can see 
the powerful effect it has on him.

Jack looks deep into her eyes, stroking her hair, lost 
in her.

              JACK
     You’re so...beautiful...

              KATE
     I already told you you 
     were gonna get lucky, 
     Jack...

They kiss again, a long soulful kiss.  Then...

Jack pulls back, a look of realization on his face...

              JACK
     My god, all this time...I 
     never stopped loving 
     you...

              KATE
          (a wide smile) 
     That’s all I wanted to 
     hear...

She kisses him, their bodies intertwined...hands 
caressing ...more and more passionate...then reaches 
behind her to the light.  The room goes dark...

DISSOLVE TO:

86   INT. PENSION, SUITE - MORNING

Morning sun streams onto Jack and Kate in bed...

Kate, in Jack’s arms, her head on his chest, a 
contented smile on her face...

Jack’s eyes open...adjust to the light.  He looks over 
at Kate.

There’s something different in his eyes...something 
deeper.  Jack smiles...a broad, “I’m in love?kind of 
smile.

Kate stirs, gently stroking Jack’s chest.

              KATE
     Mmmm...Jack...

Kate lifts her head, turning to face Jack.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I feel like I should give 
     you money...

Jack laughs.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I mean, my god, Jack you 
     were always good but 
     this...this was... like a 
     porno movie.

Kate lays her head back on Jack’s chest, looking at 
Washington Square through the window.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I could stay here 
     forever...

              JACK
     I don’t think I’d fight 
     you on that one...

Kate lifts her head and looks at him expectantly.  They 
kiss.

87   EXT. NEW JERSEY STREET - NIGHT

The mini-van passes a sign that reads, “Welcome to 
Teaneck.?

88   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, VARIOUS - MORNING

Annie walking through the downstairs of the house, 
practicing her violin...it’s a noise bordering on 
MUSIC, but not quite...

She walks into the kitchen where...

Jack stands at the counter in his robe, reading the 
Newark Star Ledger and drinking a cup of coffee.

He lowers the paper, watches Annie with a smile as she 
strolls through the room playing her violin badly...he 
goes back to his paper.

89   INT. JACK’S CLOSET - MINUTES LATER

Jack, still singing, donning his Dockers and short-
sleeve oxford...

89A   EXT. CAMPBELL HOUSE - MORNING

The front door of the Campbell House...

Jack emerges in his work clothes, putting his coat on, 
a bagel in his mouth...

He disappears from frame, the screen door closing 
slowly behind him...

In a moment...Kate appears at the door, a cup of coffee 
in her hand...she follows Jack with her eyes as he 
heads to the car.

Then...a smile from Kate...

In a moment...Jack returns to frame and heads straight 
into Kate’s arms...

...a passionate kiss as she leans against the door 
post...

              KATE
     Have a good day...

A smile from Jack as she pats him on the ass and sends 
him on his way...

90   EXT. BIG ED’S - AFTERNOON

Jack, pointing to a stack of radials, is standing with 
a MAN (40s) wearing a pale blue leisure suit and a pair 
of high top Nike Air Jordans.

              JACK
     For the money, they’re 
     hands down the best 
     radial we carry...

              MAN
          (thinking, then...)
     Okay, I’ll take them...

              JACK
     You won’t regret it...
          (shouting to Tommy)
     Tommy!  Set Mr. Conlin up 
     with four B.F. Goodrich 
     G-Force T/A’s...
          (looking the man 
           over)
     ...and give him ten 
     percent off for having 
     the best costume...

Just then, a black ROLLS ROYCE SILVER SERAPH pulls into 
the lot, its front left tire riding on the rim...

              ESTELLE (O.S.)
          (over P.A. system)
     Jack, Kate on line two!  
     Jack pick up two!

Jack turns toward the door, but then looks curiously 
back at the Rolls...something familiar about it...

Then...Peter Lassiter gets out of the car...

              KENNY
          (walking out to Jack)
     Kate’s on two, Jack.
          (on seeing the Rolls)
     Nice ride...

              JACK
          (staring at Lassiter)
     If you’re into that kind 
     of conspicuous 
     consumption...

              KENNY
     You want me to handle 
     him?  I think I’m 
     ready...

              ESTELLE (O.S.)
          (over P.A. system)
     Jack!  Kate still holding 
     on line two...

              JACK
     Sure...be careful, he 
     looks like a tough 
     negotiator...

Jack walks inside...

91   INT. BIG ED’S TIRES - CONTINUOUS

...but he’s still focused on Lassiter through the 
window, can’t take his eyes off him...

He gets to the phone...sees the light for line two 
blinking ...he looks back outside, sees Kenny approach 
Lassiter...

...back to the blinking phone light...he picks up the 
phone...

But can’t bring himself to hit the blinking light.  
Then...

              JACK
          (to Estelle, into 
           intercom)
     Tell Kate I’ll call her 
     back...

INTERCUT WITH ESTELLE IN HER OFFICE

              ESTELLE 
          (into intercom)
     It sounded pretty 
     important.

              JACK
          (into intercom)
     I’m with a customer.  
     I’ll call her back.

He takes his hand away from the phone and walks back 
outside the store...

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - PETER LASSITER

92   EXT. BIG ED’S TIRES - CONTINUOUS

...towards Kenny and Lassiter.

              LASSITER
          (to Kenny)
     I seem to have had some 
     kind of blow out...

Jack approaches, tapping Kenny on the shoulder.

              JACK
     Why don’t you let me take 
     this one, Kenny?

              KENNY
     Okay, chief.

Kenny nods then heads back inside...

              JACK
     Peter Lassiter...

              LASSITER
          (surprised)
     Do I know you?

              JACK
     Not exactly. I’ve seen you 
     on CNBC.
          (with a smile)
     You look taller in real 
     life...

CUT TO:

93   INT. BIG ED’S TIRED, JACK’S OFFICE - LATE

Jack leaning back in his chair, behind the desk of his 
cluttered, cramped office.

              JACK
     ...truth is, Mintz was so 
     busy timing his wife’s 
     breathing he didn’t see 
     that MedTech needed 
     Global more than the 
     other way around.  Ten 
     days, two weeks tops, 
     they would’ve approached 
     you with an offer, and 
     I’d bet anything it 
     would’ve been thirty 
     billion, not twenty 
     nine...
          (a knowing smile)
     Problem was, Peter, you 
     had a pussycat running 
     the show. What you needed 
     was a rottweiler.

Lassiter, sitting on the little chair across from Jack, 
an intrigued look on his face...

              LASSITER
          (nodding)
     Well, I’m impressed.

A smile from Jack.

              LASSITER (CONT’D)
     I really am...

Jack savors the moment, until...

              LASSITER (CONT’D)
     So, about my car...

He’s jarred back to reality, a little crestfallen...

              JACK
     Sure. We’re going to 
     have to special order 
     that tire. It’ll be 
     ready in about two days.

Lassiter nods, then takes a business card out of his 
wallet.

              LASSITER
     This has my office address 
     on it...
          (thinking, then...)
     Why don’t you drop it off 
     yourself?

A smile from Jack.

CUT TO:

94   INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, JACK’S BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

Kate, sound asleep in bed...

Pan across to Jack, his eyes wide open, lost in 
thought...

95   INT. BIG ED’S, JACK’S OFFICE - DAY

Jack wearing his Zeena suit, sitting behind his desk, 
distracted, as he listens to HECTOR, 40s, the 
GUATEMALEN MECHANIC.

              HECTOR
     ...I say to her, Margarita, 
     we already have four kids, 
     why do we need more?

Jack is shaking his leg anxiously under the desk as he 
eyes the door...
              
              HECTOR (CONT’D)
     But she say she want an 
     even number. I say four 
     is an even number! But 
     she say she want six.

Jack checks his watch...

              HECTOR (CONT’D)
     I tell her, Margarita, I 
     just got my green card, 
     I like to sit back and 
     rest a little bit...

              JACK
          (interrupting)
     Hector...do I usually 
     listen to your personal 
     problems?

              HECTOR 
     Sure, Jack, all the time...

Jack nods, then...

              JACK
     Look, I have some business 
     that I have to take care 
     of in the city so I’m 
     leaving early...
          (getting up)
     My advice to you...follow 
     your dreams.

CUT TO:

96   EXT. LASSITER BUILDING - AFTERNOON

Jack pulling up to the building in Lassiter’s Rolls...

He gets out of the car, walks to the building, feeling 
good, confident, stopping to gaze up at the 
skyscraper...he breathes in deeply, then heads 
inside...

96A  INT. LASSITER BUILDING - CONTINUOUS

Jack enters, instinctively tossing the car keys to the 
SECURITY GUARD...the guard looks at him like he’s 
crazy...

97   INT. LASSITER BUILDING CORRIDOR - MINUTES LATER

Jack and Lassiter walk together...

              LASSITER
     ...we’re really more of a 
     boutique operation, as 
     you can see...

              JACK
     But you’re not interested 
     in boutique dollars...
          (a smile)
     I get it...

They walk into...

98   INT. ALAN MINTZ’S OUTER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Past the assistant’s desk...

              MINTZ’S ASSISTANT
          (seeing Lassiter)
     He’s expecting you, Mr. 
     Lassiter...

Lassiter doesn’t even slow down...

99   INT. ALAN MINTZ’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

It’s Jack’s old office but you wouldn’t know it from 
the decor...lots of country pine, a fabric sofa, and a 
play pen where the bar used to be.  Jack enters, 
immediately struck by the difference...

              LASSITER
          (to Mintz)
     Alan, this is Jack 
     Campbell...the one I was 
     telling you about...

Mintz, a confident look on his face, gets up from the 
desk and goes to shake Jack’s hand.

              ALAN
     Jack, of course.

They shake hands.

              JACK
          (appropriately 
           deferential)
     Mr. Mintz.

              ALAN
     Please, call me Alan. We 
     try to cultivate a casual 
     atmosphere around here...

              JACK
          (re: play pen)
     I can see that, Alan.

A chuckle from Mintz.

              ALAN
     You have kids, Jack?

              JACK
          (hesitating, then...)
     Uh...actually, yes. Two...
     good ones.

Another laugh from Mintz.

              ALAN
     That’s great...
          (gesturing to 
           the sofa)
     Why don’t you have a seat?

Jack nods, sits down on the plush sofa, Mintz and 
Lassiter take the chairs.

              ALAN (CONT’D)
     So, Peter mentioned that 
     you were an avid CNBC 
     watcher but didn’t say 
     whether you had any 
     actual Wall Street 
     experience?

Jack’s a little taken aback by the question, not 
realizing he was walking into an interview...

He crosses his legs, trying to get comfortable.

              JACK
     I was a sales associate, 
     at E.F. Hutton.

              ALAN
     A broker? Really. And now 
     you’re in the tire 
     business?

              JACK
     That’s right. And auto 
     supply...

              ALAN
     Uh huh. The retail end, I 
     understand.

Jack nods...

              JACK
     Uh...we actually get about 
     sixty percent of our 
     business from automotive 
     service.

              ALAN
     Mind if I ask what kind of 
     sales you did last year? 
     Ballpark...

              JACK
     We did one point seven 
     million in total revenue...

              ALAN
     Uh huh...one point seven.  
     And what do you project for 
     this year?

Jack pauses, analyzing the situation...the patronizing 
questions, the smirk on Mintz’s face...


              ALAN (CONT’D)
     Any thoughts at all on 
     that?

As Jack stares into their faces, he realizes the extent 
of his handicap...

              ALAN (CONT’D)
     Jack?

He stops, takes a moment, looking at Mintz and Lassiter 
then ...a confident smile.

              JACK
     Well, Alan, I think we’re 
     gonna have a banner year.  
     Sales are up almost 
     twenty percent in the 
     first quarter and we just 
     landed a major trucking 
     company account.

              ALAN
     Really. So you’re 
     projecting what, a tad 
     over two million?

A gleam in Jack’s eye.

              JACK
     That’s right. And that 
     would make us number one 
     in our market...
          (getting up)
     You mind if I stand?

A raised eyebrow from Mintz.

Mintz and Lassiter follow Jack with their eyes as he 
crosses the room to the desk, pours himself a glass of 
water...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Look, I know our paltry 
     little two million in 
     sales is about what you 
     spend on office supplies 
     in a year.  And I know 
     some regional trucking 
     company account is 
     nothing compared to a 
     sixty billion dollar 
     merger...

              ALAN
     I’m not trying to knock 
     the tire business, Jack.

              JACK
          (a confident chuckle)
     It’s okay, Alan. I get it. 
     I’m in your shoes, I’m 
     thinking exactly the same 
     thing...but here’s the 
     thing. Business is 
     business.  Wall Street, 
     Main Street, it’s all 
     just a bunch of people 
     getting up in the morning, 
     trying to figure out how 
     the hell they’re gonna 
     send their kids to 
     college.  It’s just 
     people...

Jack’s confidence is throwing Mintz off, but Lassiter 
appears intrigued...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     And I know people.

              ALAN
     I’m sure you do...

              LASSITER
          (intervening)
     Let’s let the man have 
     his say...

Mintz covers his embarrassment with a smile...

              JACK
          (to Mintz)
     Take you, for instance...

              ALAN
          (defensive)
     What about me?

              JACK
     You drink about sixteen 
     Diet Cokes a day. You’re 
     an excellent father, but 
     you feel guilty about the 
     time you spend away from 
     home. You drink bourbon, 
     but you offer your 
     clients scotch...

Jack looks around the office then back to Mintz.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     And your wife decorated 
     this office...

A laugh from Lassiter as Mintz sits there stewing, a 
caught look on his face.

              LASSITER
     He certainly has your 
     number, Alan.

              JACK
          (turning to Lassiter)
     You’re a little tougher, 
     Peter.

A raised eyebrow from Lassiter, but he’s game...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     For one thing, you like 
     expensive things.

              LASSITER
          (smiling proudly) 
     That’s easy. You’ve seen 
     my car.

              JACK
          (a chuckle)
     Okay...you smoke Hoyo de 
     Monterreys. You’re a 
     scotch man, single malt, 
     not because it’s trendy 
     but because you’ve been 
     doing it for forty years, 
     and you stay with what 
     works. You have two great 
     loves in your life, your 
     horses and this company.  
     You wept openly the day 
     the Dow hit ten thousand...

Lassiter’s impressed.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     And you’re a man who 
     prides himself on finding 
     talent in unusual 
     places...


              LASSITER
     Oh? And how would you 
                              know that?

Jack smiles.

              JACK
     Because I’m here.

On Lassiter...nodding his head. Mintz, a plastered-on 
smile.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     I’m prepared to do 
     anything it takes to get 
     this job. Start anywhere 
     you need me to start.  
     I’ll park cars if I 
     to...
          (into Lassiter’s 
           eyes)
     The biggest part of 
     judging character is 
     knowing yourself. And I 
     know this, I can do this 
     job. Give me a chance, 
     Peter, I won’t let you 
     down.

Lassiter returns Jack’s gaze with equal intensity. In a 
moment, he turns to Mintz.

              LASSITER
          (to Mintz)
     Alan, why don’t you show 
     Jack around a bit...

              ALAN
     I’d love to.

CUT TO:

100  INT. LASSITER BUILDING CORRIDOR - MINUTES LATER

Jack and Alan walking side by side down the hallway... 
EMPLOYEES passing them by, greeting Mintz, Mintz waving 
back...

              ALAN
          (pointing)
     ...that’s our war room.  
     We did seven major deals 
     last year, three of them 
     hostile.

              JACK
          (not particularly 
           impressed)
     Seven.  Really.

They turn a corner, coming into a deserted section of 
the corridor.

Mintz stops, turning to Jack.  Jack returns Mintz’s 
gaze with a quizzical look.

              ALAN
     Let’s cut the shit, huh 
     Campbell? What, did you go 
     through his wallet or 
     something?

Jack’s a little taken aback.

              ALAN (CONT’D)
     No matter. That circus 
     act back there may have 
     dazzled Lassiter 
     momentarily but it 
     doesn’t do shit forme.  
     Even if you get this job, 
     which I highly doubt, let 
     me warn you, Lassiter 
     loses interest in his pet 
     projects very quickly. 
     I’m in the big office 
     because I’ve proved 
     myself to him year after 
     year and nobody is going 
     to come in here and start 
     turning the old man’s 
     head. Especially not some 
     tire salesman from New 
     Jersey. So you watch 
     yourself and stay away 
     from Lassiter, and maybe, 
     just maybe, I’ll keep you 
     on after he gets tired of 
     you. Do we understand 
     each other?

Jack stands there, staring at Mintz, silent, 
expressionless.

              ALAN (CONT’D)
     Do we?!

Then, a broad smile from Jack.

              JACK
     God, you really are 
     different, aren’t you...
          (nodding)
     I mean...wow...I am 
     impressed.

Now it’s Mintz’s turn to look quizzical.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Good for you. Why shouldn’t 
     you protect what’s yours.

              ALAN
     I don’t think you’re hearing 
     me.

              JACK
     Oh, I’m hearing you, Alan.  
     That’s not the problem.  
     The problem is that what 
     you think is yours, is 
     really mine.  And I don’t 
     care how low on the totem 
     pole I start, I will get 
     it back...
          (poking him in 
           the chest)
     So do yourself a favor and 
     don’t get too attached to 
     that view because sometime 
     soon, maybe very soon, you
     and your French country 
     antiques, your chintz sofa, 
     and your little play pen 
     are gonna be moving out of 
     that office.

Jack smiles at Alan one more time, then turns...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Oh, and by the way, you 
     try selling tires for a 
     living.  I promise you, 
     you’d starve.

Jack heads down the corridor, whistling a happy tune, 
leaving Mintz standing there, bewildered.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - A PERFECT LIFE?

CUT TO:

101  INT. CORPORATE APARTMENT - DAY

A double door opens and Jack leads Kate into this huge 
duplex.  Kate looks around, taking the place in.

              JACK
     Welcome to Xanadu...

The place is incredible...marble floors, architectural 
lines, high tech fixtures, elegant modern furniture...
it’s striking but not at all homey like the Jersey 
house.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Pretty incredible, isn’t 
     it?

              KATE
     It’s like a museum.

Jack nods.

              KATE (CONT’D)
          (turning to Jack)
     So what’s the big 
     surprise? You didn’t 
     rent this place for 
     the weekend, did you?

              JACK
     Think bigger.

              KATE
     For the week?

Jack chuckles.

              JACK
     This place is a perk, 
     Kate.

              KATE
     A perk for what?

              JACK
     A company called P.K. 
     Lassiter and Associates 
     Investment House uses it 
     to attract new 
     executives...

Kate’s confused.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     You’re talking to their 
     new Vice President of 
     Mergers and Acquisitions.

              KATE
     What are you talking 
     about, Jack?


              JACK
     I’m going into arbitrage, 
     honey.  Turns out I have 
     a knack for it.  I’ll be 
     making two hundred grand 
     a year plus a hefty bonus
     and that’s just to 
     start.  And, we can live 
     in this apartment 
     practically rent free for 
     as long as we want.

Jack measures her reaction. It’s not good...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     We can finally afford to 
     move back into the city.  
     In style.

Kate just looks at him, in shock. Then...

              KATE
     Are you out of your mind?

              JACK
     I don’t think so. This 
     is going to be a better 
     life for all of us, 
     honey.  We’ll put Annie 
     and Josh in private 
     schools...

              KATE
     Annie goes to a great 
     school.

              JACK
     I’m talking about the 
     best schools in the 
     country here, Kate...

              KATE
     Jack, what could you 
     possibly be thinking?  
     What about my job?

              JACK
     This is New York City, 
     it’s like the needy 
     people capital of the 
     world.  Those Jersey 
     clients of yours aren’t a 
     tenth as pathetic as the 
     ones you could get 
     here...

              KATE
          (cutting him off)
     I can’t believe you want 
     to move back into the 
     city.  I thought the 
     reason we left was 
     because we didn’t want to 
     raise the kids here?

              JACK
     No, this is the center of 
     the universe.  If I were 
     living in Roman times, I 
     would live in Rome, where 
     else?  Today, America is 
     the Roman Empire and New 
     York is Rome itself. 
     John Lennon.

              KATE
          (cutting him off) 
     Jack.

Jack’s starting to struggle...

              JACK
     Look, I’m detecting a 
     kind of funky tension 
     here...We don’t have to 
     live in this apartment. 
     I don’t need this...I’ll 
     commute...I’ll drive to 
     work...

Jack’s back on his heels...seeing his dream picked 
apart...

              KATE
     In traffic?  It’s over an 
     hour each way?  That’s 
     almost three hours a 
     day.  When are you going 
     to see the kids?

He’s frustrated...he pauses a moment to gather 
himself. Then...

              JACK
     Kate. You’re not 
     understanding me. I’m 
     talking about a great 
     life.  A perfect life.  
     Everything we pictured 
     when we were young. The 
     whole package. You said 
     it yourself, life has 
     thrown us surprises, and 
     so we made sacrifices.  
     But now I can finally get 
     us back on track...

A sad chuckle from Kate.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     I can do that.  I want to 
     do that.  For all of us.  
     I need to do that as a 
     man...
          (imploring her)
     Think about it.  No more 
     lousy restaurants, no 
     more clipping coupons, no 
     more shoveling snow...

              KATE
     Then get a goddamn snow 
     blower!

Jack’s taken aback by the intensity of her tone.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     Don’t get a new career 
     without even telling me.  
     Don’t take Annie out of a 
     school she loves.  Don’t 
     move us out of a house 
     we’ve become a family 
     in...

Kate stands there, wounded...

              KATE (CONT’D)
          (quietly)
     Don’t do that...

              JACK
     Look, you’re making this 
     into something it’s not. 
     This isn’t a referendum 
     on our lives, Kate. It’s 
     a step forward...
          (appealing to her)
     Don’t you see?  I’m 
     talking about us finally 
     having a life other 
     people envy.

Silence.  Kate looks him in the eye ?a deep, piercing 
look...

              KATE
     They already do envy us, 
     Jack...

Kate picks up her bag and walks out of the apartment.

102  OMITTED

103  INT. ANNIE’S ROOM - NIGHT

Annie is in a nightgown, practicing her violin. Jack 
walks in.

It’s all he can do to hold back cringing at the missed 
notes. Annie finishes the piece, lowering the bow.

              JACK
     Very nice. What is it?

              ANNIE
     Mary Had A Little Lamb.

              JACK
     Ah. A classic...

Annie starts PLAYING again as Jack looks at the 
dresser. She has 20 or so family photos lined up and 
down its sides...

Jack studies them...in every one Jack’s face is totally 
contented.  Jack studies them, looking at his own face.

Annie lowers the bow, watching him...

Jack turns to her.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Please don’t stop...

She smiles, then starts PLAYING again.  He turns back 
to the pictures...

104  INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, DEN - LATE

Jack...standing in front of the desk, nursing a drink.

He looks at Lassiter’s business card, sitting on the 
surface of the desk...

He gazes around the room...his eyes coming to rest on a 
bookshelf...a book...

He moves toward it...looking at its spine...it’s a 
tattered copy of Vonnegut’s “Cat’s Cradle.? He pulls 
it off the shelf, there’s something inside...a 
bookmark...

...a PAN AM ticket jacket sleeve...

...inside...a boarding pass...”From: London/Heathrow, 
To: New York/JFK, 10/4/87.?

He looks at it...something’s not right...

              JACK
     From London to New York...?
          (looking up)
     I came back...

Then...a NOISE...

Jack turns and sees Kate walking into the doorway, 
standing there...She sees Jack holding the Pan Am 
ticket sleeve.

              KATE
     Our finest moment, 
     right...

A quizzical look from Jack.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     When you got on that 
     plane I was sure it was 
     over.  I left the airport 
     afraid I’d never see you 
     again.  And then you 
     showed up the very next 
     day...
          (a wistful smile)
     That was a good 
     surprise...

She continues into the room, leaning against a 
bookshelf.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I think about you on that 
     plane, about what must 
     have been going through 
     your mind...you sitting 
     there imagining our life 
     together, our life 
     apart...I think about the 
     decision you made...

Jack watches her as she lets out a small sigh.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     Maybe I was being naive 
     but I believed we’d grow 
     old together in this 
     house.  That we’d spend 
     holidays here, have g
     randchildren visit us 
     here.  I had this image 
     of us all grey and 
     wrinkly, me working in 
     the garden, you 
     repainting the deck...

Kate smiles gently as she pictures this.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     Things change, right?  
     People change...
          (pausing)
     If you need this, Jack, I 
     mean really need this, I 
     will take these children 
     from a life they love, 
     and take myself from the 
     only home we’ve ever 
     shared, and move wherever 
     you need to go.  I’ll do 
     that because I love 
     you...

The words are like a warm embrace for Jack...

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I love you, Jack. And  
     that’s more important to 
     me than our address...

Kate smiles lovingly at Jack...she walks over to him, 
kisses him gently on the forehead.

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I choose us.

She turns and heads out of the room, leaving him there, 
the boarding pass still in hand, staring lovingly at 
her as she goes...

105  INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

Jack walks into the room...

The lights are off, Kate already in bed sleeping.

He undresses for bed, unable to take his eyes off Kate.

Finally, he lifts the covers and climbs into bed next 
to her, moving closer to her, putting an arm around 
her, drawing her in...

In her sleep, Kate nestles in Jack’s embrace.  He 
savors the feeling, then closes his eyes as...

They lay there...side by side...together...a single 
person.

DISSOLVE TO:

106  INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - MORNING

The morning light streams into the room.  Kate opens 
her eyes.  Jack’s not in bed.  A look of curiosity.

Then, she hears LAUGHTER from outside.

She goes over to the window...opens the blinds... 
revealing...

Jack in the backyard, LAUGHING with joy, playing in the 
snow with Annie and Josh.

Kate watches...a satisfied smile sweeping across her 
face...

107  EXT. CAMPBELL HOUSE BACKYARD - SAME TIME

...Jack reaches out and snags Annie...she CACKLES in 
delight...

The three of them fall over onto the soft white snow...

The laughter from the kids is uncontrollable, Jack’s 
joy is just as palpable...

Finally, Annie stops laughing and grabs Jack around the 
neck, hugging his tight.

              ANNIE
          (whispering in 
           Jack’s ear)
     I knew you’d come back...

DISSOLVE TO:

108  INT. GARAGE - NIGHT

Jack walks over to a utility shelf, fishing around 
until he finds a bag of rock salt...he grabs it, sees 
it’s empty...

And then he hears it...the sound of a BICYCLE BELL 
RINGING, echoing through the room.

A shudder passes through his body...

He turns and sees Annie at the open garage door, 
sitting on her bike, ringing the BELL.

It’s an eerie moment for Jack...

              JACK
     What are you doing?

              ANNIE
          (a curious look)
     Ringing my bell...

On Jack’s anxious face...

109  OMITTED

CHAPTER FIFTEEN ?SAYING GOODBYE

110  INT. CONVENIENCE STORE - NIGHT

On Jack...crouched down in an aisle of this local 
convenience store...checking out the bags of rock 
salt...

He looks at the price tag on one of the bags...

              JACK
     Four ninety nine?! It’s just 
     salt for god’s sake...

On the entrance to the store...the door opens, a YOUNG 
GIRL, 17, enters, an average suburban teenager...

She glances at a fashion magazine, picks up a package 
of gum...

From the POV of the cashier, we see the girl approach 
the counter...

On Jack, crouched down in the aisle. He grabs a bag of 
salt from the shelf, when...

              CASH (O.S.)
     That’ll be sixty five cents, 
     little angel...

Jack registers the voice...he rises slowly, looking 
over to the front counter...where he sees...

Cash, dressed in a typical chain convenience store 
uniform, ringing up the teenager...

An excited smile from Jack at the sight of Cash...

              JACK
     You...!

Then...the color drains from Jack’s face...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     What are you doing here...

Jack moves toward Cash at the counter...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     You’re not sending me 
     back...

The girl eyes Jack curiously, then removes a dollar 
bill from her pocket and slides it across the counter 
to Cash...

              CASH
     Jack, it’s good to see 
     you...

Cash reaches into the register, taking out change for 
ten dollars...he hands the girl $9.35...

              CASH (CONT’D)
          (to the girl)
     Thank you darlin?..

The girl looks at the money, realizing that Cash has 
given her the wrong change...

              CASH (CONT’D)
          (back to Jack, 
           seeing the
           rock salt)
     What do you got there, 
     rock salt?  Look at you, 
     all domestic and shit...
     You really figured some 
     things out, huh?

The girl looks at Cash talking to Jack...

              JACK
     I’m not going back...

The girl hesitates...Cash turns to her...

              CASH 
          (to the girl)
     Everything okay...?

She looks at him, a moment of decision, then...

              TEENAGE GIRL
     Yeah...fine.

              JACK
          (raising his voice)
     Hey! Did you hear me...?!

Cash ignores Jack, watching the girl as she heads to 
the door, hesitates a moment, then walks out...

A look of disappointment on Cash’s face as he reaches 
into his pocket, pulling out a little notebook...

Cash looks at Jack.

              CASH 
          (making a note 
           in his book)

     That was a character issue...
          (shaking his head)
     ...and for nine dollars?  
     That’s just sad...

              JACK
     Hey, I’m talking to you!  
     I am not going back, do you 
     understand...?!

Cash looks at him, compassion on his face.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     You can’t do this. You 
     can’t keep coming in and 
     out of people’s lives, 
     messing things up...

              CASH
     C’mon, Jack...

Jack throws six bucks on the counter...

              JACK
     I’ve got kids, I’m going 
     home...

              CASH
     You know what the word 
     glimpse means, J? It’s 
     by nature an impermanent 
     thing.

Jack walks determinedly toward the exit. He stops and 
turns at the door...

              JACK
          (pointing at 
           Cash)
     I’m staying.

Cash follows him with his eyes, a proud look on Cash’s 
face as Jack leaves...

111  INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, JOSH’S ROOM - LATE NIGHT

Jack walks to Josh.  He’s sleeping soundly.

Jack gently kisses Josh on the head, careful not to 
wake him.

112  INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE, ANNIE’S ROOM - LATE NIGHT

Jack is standing over Annie, kissing her on the cheek.

              ANNIE
          (stirring, groggy)
     Is it morning yet?

              JACK
     No, honey. Go back to 
     sleep.

She closes her eyes as Jack stands there for a moment 
looking at her, sadness all over his face.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Take care of yourself,
     Annie.  I’m going back to 
     the mother ship...

Finally, he turns to go...

113  INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

The clock reads, ?1:17.? Kate is already in bed as 
Jack walks in.

              KATE
          (looking up from 
           her book)
     Hey...

Jack approaches her, sitting on the bed...

              JACK
     These last weeks, Kate, I 
     know that I’ve done 
     some...some unusual 
     things.

Kate nods.

              KATE
     It’s been interesting, 
     that’s for sure.

              JACK
     But I’ve done some good 
     things too, haven’t I?

              KATE
     You’ve been Jack 
     Campbell.  And that’s 
     always a good thing...

She kisses him on the cheek.

He takes her arms in his hands and looks her in the 
eyes.

              JACK
     I need you to remember 
     me, Kate.  How I am right 
     now, right this very 
     moment.  I need you to 
     put that image in your 
     heart and keep it with 
     you, no matter what 
     happens.

              KATE
     Are you okay, Jack?

              JACK
     Please, just promise me 
     you’ll do that. You have 
     to promise, Kate. 
     Because if you don’t, 
     then it’s like it never 
     happened and I don’t 
     think I could live with 
     that.

She’s a bit confused but she couldn’t be more in love 
with him.

              KATE
     I promise, Jack...

              JACK
     Promise me again...

              KATE
     I promise. Come to bed, 
     honey.

Jack stands up, heading toward the door.

              JACK
     Soon...

114  EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - LATE NIGHT

Snow begins to fall...

Jack with Lucy on a leash, walking side by side, his 
mind elsewhere...

Lucy leads him around a corner...to a large open 
field...

Lucy stops.  She looks back at Jack, then out to the 
open field.

Jack removes the leash. The dog bounds happily out 
into the field, looking for just the right spot.

Jack puts his hands in his coat pocket...pulls out a 
half-eaten roll of PEPPERMINT LIFESAVERS, puts one in 
his mouth...

He looks up at the sky, snow gently falling onto his 
face. It’s cold, but it’s beautiful...peaceful and 
still...the air clean and crisp...

He breathes in the fresh air, the Lifesaver dissolving 
in his mouth, watching the dog...

115  INT. CAMPBELL HOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

The room is dark...

Jack enters, sees Kate sleeping soundly in bed.

He sits down in a chair and watches Kate asleep, a sad 
look in his eyes...

As he continues to watch her, to listen to her, his own 
eyelids appear to grow heavy...

He tries to fight the sleep...opening his eyes...
focusing on her...but it’s no use...

Finally, he closes his eyes...falling into a deep 
sleep...

CHAPTER SIXTEEN ?THE OLD LIFE

DISSOLVE TO:

116  INT. JACK’S APARTMENT, BEDROOM - MORNING

A PHONE RINGING

Jack, flat on his back in bed...Light streams onto 
his face ...he stirs...

THE PHONE STILL RINGING...

Jack reaches over to Kate’s side...there’s no one 
there.

Pull back to reveal...his old Manhattan apartment... 
his old dressy clothes strewn on the floor...

Jack, sleep still in his eyes, reaches over...he’s not 
wearing any pajamas...picks up the phone...

              JACK
          (groggy, dazed)
     Yeah...okay, send her 
     up...

He drops the phone...turns back over...let’s his eyes 
stay closed for another moment...then...

His eyes open...

He looks around...sees his shirtless torso...then his 
old apartment...tailored clothes on the floor.

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (sadly)
     Damnit.

Jack looks at the clock, ?:23 a.m.? He gets out of 
bed, throwing on pants and a pair of shoes, and leaves 
the room...

117  INT. JACK’S APARTMENT, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

...Jack walks to the door just as...

The doorbell RINGS.  He stops, then cautiously opens 
the door, seeing...

PAULA, wearing a long overcoat and a wide smile on her 
face.

              PAULA
     Waiting for me by the door, 
     huh?

Jack looks at her.

              JACK
     Paula...

Paula opens her coat ?the only thing she has on 
underneath is a sexy little teddy.

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (momentarily 
            distracted)
     That’s totally see through...

              PAULA
          (smiling)
     Merry Christmas...

              JACK
          (confused)
     Christmas?  It can’t be 
     Christmas...

Jack stares at her, totally confused...

              PAULA
          (lasciviously)
     It’s whatever you want it 
     to be, Jack...

Jack grabs a leather jacket then walks right by a 
shocked Paula and heads out the door, practically 
running down the corridor.

              PAULA (CONT’D)               
     Jack?...Jack!

CUT TO:

118  EXT. GEORGE WASHINGTON BRIDGE - MORNING

Jack’s Ferrari speeds down the bridge, toward Jersey...

119  EXT. CAMPBELL HOUSE - MORNING

Jack’s Ferrari pulls up in the driveway and he hops 
out. He races to the front door, POUNDING on it...

A MAN in a Van Heusen shirt and Hagar slacks answers.  
Jack stares at him in shock.

              MAN
     Can I help you?

              JACK
     Is Kate here? Does Kate live 
     here?!

              MAN
     Kate? No, there’s no one here 
     named Kate.  Is that good 
     enough for you?

Jack starts rapping his head against the door post, 
much to the shock of the guy standing there.

              JACK
     Damn...damn...damn...

              MAN
     Hey, are you okay?

              JACK
     No...I’m not...

              MAN
     Is there anything I can do 
     for you?

Jack shakes his head mournfully.

              MAN (CONT’D)
     Hey, my wife’s in the kitchen.  
     You got a cigarette?

              JACK
     I’m sorry, no...

Jack walks off, beleaguered...

120  EXT. ARNIE’S HOUSE - MINUTES LATER

Jack’s car drives by as Arnie carries a bicycle box out
to the garbage.  The car screeches to a halt in front 
of the driveway.

              ARNIE
          (shouting at Jack)
     Hey, you can’t park that 
     thing here.

              JACK
          (out the window)
     It’s me, Jack...

              ARNIE
     I don’t care if you’re Tim 
     Allen with your fancy car 
     and all your tools, you 
     still can’t park here.

              JACK
     Tell me you recognize me, 
     Arnie.  Please...

              ARNIE
     How’d you know my name?

              JACK
     We bowl together. We’re 
     bowlers ...we won a 
     championship...we’re winners.

              ARNIE
     I never won anything in 
     bowling.

Arnie peers at Jack through the window.

              ARNIE (CONT’D)
     Wait a second...
          (thinking)
     Jack...Jack...

              JACK
     Yes...Jack Campbell...

              ARNIE
     Of course. Jack Campbell. I 
     went to high school with
     you...you played baseball, 
     right?
          (at the Ferrari)
     You’re doing well...

              JACK
          (remembering)
     Yes, that’s it...yes, we 
     went to high school together.

              ARNIE
     You never really talked to 
     me.  I wanted to talk to 
     you, man...

              JACK
     Yeah...I guess I just 
     wanted you to know, we 
     could’ve been really good 
     friends...

120A INT. FERRARI - DAY

Jack driving...a CELL PHONE RINGS.

A curious look on Jack’s face, it’s been a while since 
he’s heard that sound.

              JACK
          (answering phone) 
     Hello?

              ADELLE (O.S.)
     Hey Santa, where are you?  
     Everybody’s here.

              JACK
     Adelle?

              ADELLE (O.S.)
     You were supposed to be here 
     half an hour ago...the 
     emergency strategy session?  
     Your trip to Aspen? They’re 
     all panicked here...

Silence from Jack...

              ADELLE (CONT’D, O.S.)
     Jack...? Are you going through 
     the tunnel?

Finally, Jack shakes his head, defeated.

              JACK
     I’ll be there in twenty 
     minutes...

CUT TO:

121  INT. LASSITER BUILDING, CONFERENCE ROOM - NOON TIME

It’s a beehive of activity...

Jack’s TEAM, anxiously going over reports and flow 
charts, working the phones, drinking coffee...

Jack enters, still reeling from his experience, taking 
a moment to observe the action...

Mintz spots him...

              ALAN
          (into phone)
     Thank god, Jack’s here. I’ll 
     call you right back...

He hangs up the phone as all eyes in the room turn to 
Jack, immediately fixating on how disheveled he looks.

              ALAN (CONT’D)
          (approaching)
     Jack, are you okay?

              JACK
          (in a daze)
     What’s going on here?

              ALAN
     It’s not good.  Bob Thomas 
     has secretly been talking to 
     a European drug company.  
     We’re not sure which one, 
     Julia’s on it right now.  
     Word is they’re willing to 
     let him buy a minority stake 
     and keep running the entire 
     company.  The Global people 
     are up in arms.  They say 
     we should’ve been prepared 
     for this.  We’re in trouble 
     here, Jack...

Jack looks at Alan for a minute.

              JACK
     You know something, Alan.  
     There’s a much more assertive 
     person somewhere inside of 
     you...

Alan looks at him, confused.

              ALAN
     Excuse me?

              JACK
     But I think I like you better 
     this way...

              ALAN
     Is this another one of those 
     Sun Tzu “Art of War?tricks?

A sad laugh from Jack.

              JACK
     No.

              ALAN
     So what are we gonna do, 
     Jack?

Jack wallows for another moment in his own sadness...

              ALAN (CONT’D)
     Jack...?           

Jack snaps out of it, turning to Alan and the rest of 
the group...

              JACK
     I’ll tell you exactly what 
     we’re going to do.  You’re
     going to do whatever you 
     have to do to find out which 
     European company he’s been 
     talking to.  Then I’m going 
     to clean myself up, fly to 
     Aspen, and drink egg nog 
     with Bob Thomas.  His wife 
     and kids will be playing in 
     the background while I spend 
     Christmas day convincing him 
     that the European company is 
     the devil and Global is the 
     answer to his prayers, after 
     all...
          (growing wistful)
     Then I’m going to spend four 
     hours skiing. Alone. On 
     Christmas day. Completely 
     and utterly alone. I’m going 
     to do that because that is 
     my life, that is what’s 
     real, and there is nothing 
     I can do to change that...

Jack leaves the office to the shocked stares of his 
team.

122  EXT. BROADWAY - DAY

Jack’s limo makes its way downtown.

123  INT. LIMO - SAME TIME

Jack in the back seat of the limo, sadly looking out 
the window, watching the buildings pass by...

He turns away, looks at the phone...haltingly picks it 
up...

              JACK
          (dialing 411)
     For Manhattan...Kate 
     Reynolds...I need an address 
     too...

Jack jots something down on a business card.  Then he 
hangs up the phone, thinks a moment, looks out the 
window, then turns to the driver...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Make a right here...

              DRIVER
     But the airport’s the other
     way...

              JACK
     We’re not going to the 
     airport...

CUT TO:

123A EXT. KATE’S BUILDING - DAY

Jack’s limo pulls up outside this house on Washington 
Mews...

Jack gets out...

124  INT. EAST SIDE APARTMENT BUILDING, HALLWAY - AFTERNOON

Jack stands outside an apartment door.  He hears The 
Clash’s “London Calling?BLARING from inside.

He rings the bell...the volume of the music gets 
lower...

Kate’s assistant, LORI, 20s, opens the door...Jack 
exchanges a curious look with her.

              LORI
     Are you from the shipping 
     company?

              JACK
     I’m Jack Campbell...I’m an 
     old... friend of Kate’s.  
     I just called.

The woman looks at him, then walks back inside...

              LORI (O.S.)
     Kate! Some guy’s here!

Beat. Jack waits anxiously at the door. Then...

              KATE (O.S)
          (to Lori)
     Did you call the airline 
     like I asked?!

Jack’s eyes come alive as Kate appears wearing jeans 
and a white blouse...except for her hair, she looks the 
same.

              JACK
     Kate...

              KATE
     Jack...God, it’s been so 
     long...You look...

She searches for a kind word, but he looks terrible.

              JACK
     You look great.

              KATE
     It’s good to see you...

She looks at him another moment, then turns...

              KATE (CONT’D)
          (yelling inside)
     Lori! Where’s that box?!

Kate walks inside, Jack follows her in sheepishly.

125  INT. KATE’S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

...Jack accidentally knocks into a stack of boxes, 
sending a GLASS CANDY DISH CRASHING to the floor, 
SHATTERING it...

              JACK
          (bending down)
     I'm sorry...

              KATE
     Don’t worry about it, Jack...

Jack looks up at...a beehive of activity ?Lori on the 
phone, boxes stacked everywhere, TWO MOVERS packing 
up...

              JACK
     What’s going on?

              KATE
          (searching around)
     I’m moving to Paris...it was 
     right here...
          (to Lori)
     It’s a box marked “Jack.? I 
     put it in the stack for the 
     Salvation Army...

              JACK
     Paris?

              LORI
          (to Kate, with 
           attitude)
     Do you want me to look for 
     the box or call the airline?

              KATE
     Hey, kind of under a little 
     pressure here.

              LORI
     Hey, kind of giving up 
     Christmas day for my ex-boss 
     here.

Jack watches this back and forth.

              KATE
     You didn’t seem to mind 
     offering to help me on 
     Christmas day when you were 
     unwrapping that Prada bag 
     I gave you.

              LORI
     Maybe it’s by the wardrobe 
     boxes...

Kate heads over to some tall wardrobe boxes.

              JACK
     You’re moving...

              KATE
     Uh huh. To Paris. My firm 
     has an office there and 
     I’m going to be heading 
     it up.

              JACK
          (stunned)
     To Paris. Paris, France.

              KATE
          (searching the 
           boxes)
     That’s the one...

              JACK
     So you’re not at a non-
     profit firm?

              KATE
          (a chuckle)
     Not with what they pay me...

              JACK
     You’re not married, are 
     you?

              KATE
     No, Jack, I never got 
     married. You?

              JACK
     Not exactly...
          (looking around)
     Can we just take a minute 
     here?  Maybe get a cup of 
     coffee or something...?

              LORI
          (yelling)
     I’ll go for a cup of coffee!

              KATE
     Yes!

A relieved smile from Jack...

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I found it!

              LORI
     Congratulations. The La 
     Guardia flight’s canceled 
     but I got you out of 
     Kennedy on United at nine.  
     Am I good or what?

Jack’s smile disappears as Kate hands him a sealed box 
marked, “Jack?..

              KATE
     Here you go.  It’s just 
     some old things of yours...

Jack stands here, looking at the box, then at Kate...

              JACK
     Do you ever think about us, 
     Kate?  About what might 
     have happened...?

A bemused LAUGH from Kate.  Then she sees he’s not 
laughing...

              KATE
     You’re serious...

A nod from Jack...

              KATE (CONT’D)
     I’ll tell you what, Jack, 
     if you’re ever in Paris, 
     look me up. Maybe we’ll 
     go for that cup of coffee.

One of the movers passes by Jack carrying a box...

Jack looks at Kate, flush with the realization that 
this isn’t the same woman he knew thirteen years 
ago, or left yesterday.

              JACK
     Sure. Goodbye, Kate.

He leaves...

CUT TO:

126  INT. JACK’S APARTMENT - EVENING

A scratchy Zeppelin album, the song “All Of My Love,?
fills the room. Jack, a fifth of Bushmill’s by his 
side, goes through the box Kate gave him.

He removes a worn leather jacket, feeling the soft 
material, then a “Mondale for President?button, which 
Jack smiles upon seeing, a couple Neil Young concert
ticket stubs...

He puts the leather jacket on, then sticks the Mondale 
button on the lapel.  He digs back into the box, 
finding...

A messy, dog-eared copy of “Cat’s Cradle?..not the one 
Kate gave him at the airport, the one she replaced...

Jack looks at it for a moment...lost in his sadness... 
then...

He looks over at the clock, it reads, ?:29.?

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ?ONE LAST TRY

CUT TO:

127 EXT. VAN WYCK EXPRESSWAY - NIGHT

Jack in his Ferrari, racing down the highway at 120 
MPH...

He looks at the clock, it reads, ?:46.?He opens up 
the throttle...

128 EXT. KENNEDY AIRPORT, UNITED TERMINAL - MINUTES LATER

Snow is falling as Jack’s car races up to the terminal 
then stops. He jumps out. An AIRPORT SECURITY GUARD 
sees him...

              AIRPORT SECURITY GUARD
     Hey, you can’t leave that 
     there!

Jack runs into the terminal, ignoring the guard...

129 INT. UNITED TERMINAL - SECONDS LATER

Jack looking at the board. The nine o’clock to Paris - 
Gate 8A. Jack sprints toward the gate...

130 INT. UNITED TERMINAL, GATE AREA - SECONDS LATER

...and gets there just as the flight is boarding.
Jack looks through the crowd, spotting Kate near the 
front of the line, about to hand her ticket to the gate 
attendant.

He pushes through the throng of people, drawing some 
annoyed stares, finally making his way over to Kate.

              JACK
          (calling out)
     Kate!

Kate turns and sees Jack, a look of puzzlement on her 
face.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     You can’t go!

              KATE
     Jesus, Jack...

              JACK
     Don’t get on that plane!

              KATE
     Jack.

              JACK
     Please. Let’s just go have 
     a cup of coffee. That’s all 
     I’m asking for. I’m sure 
     there’s another flight to 
     Paris tonight.

              KATE
     What do you want from me? 
     You want me to tell you 
     everything that happened 
     was okay?

Jack just stands there, unsure...

              KATE (CONT’D)
     Well it is. Yes, I was 
     heartbroken ...But I got 
     over it. I moved on. 
     People change, Jack. I 
     changed. I don’t know 
     why you suddenly feel the 
     need to revisit that time 
     in our lives but I assure 
     you, it’s over...

Kate turns her back to Jack, leaving him standing 
there...

He watches her walk to the podium, realizing she’s 
right...

He sees Kate reach the podium...hand her ticket to the 
attendant...

Finally, a look of determination crosses his face...

              JACK
          (at Kate)
     We have a house in Jersey!

Kate turns to him with a look that could kill.

              KATE
     Don’t do this, Jack...
     But he continues...

              JACK
     We have two kids, Annie and 
     Josh...

...Kate looks at him, half-mortified, half-
interested...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...Annie’s not much of a 
     violin player but she 
     tries really hard. She’s a 
     little precocious but that’s 
     only because she says what’s 
     on her mind. And when she 
     smiles...

Jack shakes his head, remembering, fighting back the 
tears...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     And Josh...he has your eyes. 
     He doesn’t say much but we 
     know he’s smart...
          (lost in the memory)
     ...he’s always got his eyes 
     open, always watching us...
     sometimes you can look at 
     him and just know that he’s 
     learning something new...
     it’s like witnessing a 
     miracle...

Kate’s expression has sifted from annoyance to 
curiosity.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...the house is a mess, but 
     it’s ours...
          (chuckling)
     ...well, after a hundred 
     twenty two more payments 
     it will be...

Jack begins walking slowly toward Kate...the world of 
the airport going on around him, Jack not caring...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     And you...you’re a non-
     profit lawyer. That’s right, 
     completely non-profit. But 
     that doesn’t seem to bother 
     you...

Kate raises an eyebrow. It’s something she’s thought 
about.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     And we’re in love. After 
     thirteen years of marriage 
     we’re still unbelievably 
     in love...
          (with a chuckle)
     You won’t even let me touch 
     you until I’ve said it...

Jack gets closer and closer...Kate’s spellbound now... 
imagining the picture Jack’s painting...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...I sing to you...not all 
     the time but definitely on 
     special occasions...

Jack walks into a piece of carry-on luggage sitting by a 
row of passengers...

              JACK (CONT’D)
          (off hand, to passenger)
     Excuse me...
          (to Kate)
     We made a lot of sacrifices, 
     dealt with our share of 
     surprises, but we stayed 
     together...

Jack’s nearly there...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     You see, you’re a better 
     person than I am...

Not in this life, and Kate knows it...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     ...and it made me a better 
     person to be around you...

Kate is perfectly still, Jack’s words echoing in her 
ears.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Maybe it was all a 
     dream. Maybe I went to 
     bed one lonely night in 
     December and imagined it 
     all. But I swear, 
     nothing’s ever felt more 
     real to me...

He’s right in front of her. She can’t take her eyes 
off him.

              JACK (CONT’D)
     And if you get on that 
     plane right now, it’ll 
     disappear forever.

Silence. Jack and Kate in their own little 
world...airport business going on around them...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     I know we can both go on 
     with our lives. And we’d 
     both be fine. But I’ve 
     seen what we can be like 
     together...And I choose 
     us...

Jack’s words resonate in her ears. He gently touches a 
hand to her arm...

              JACK (CONT’D)
     Please, Kate, one cup of 
     coffee. You can always go 
     to Paris. Just please, not 
     tonight...

She stands there, frozen, staring into Jack’s eyes, 
searching for the answer.

              KATE
     Okay, Jack...

DISSOLVE TO:

131 INT. AIRPORT - LATE NIGHT

Jack and Kate, framed in the window of a nearly empty 
airport coffee shop...through the window, we see snow 
falling outside.

From a distance we see them...TALKING and LAUGHING over 
a cup of coffee...

FADE OUT.