JERRY MAGUIRE EARTH FROM SPACE The blue marble as seen from space. We hear the calm voice of Jerry Maguire, talking just to us. JERRY'S VOICE Airight so this is the world and there are five billion people on it. When I was a kid there were three. It's hard to keep up. AMERICA FROM SPACE The great continent through mist and swirling skies. (Satellites and other pieces of skycasting equipment float by.) JERRY'S VOICE That's better. That's america. See, America still sets the tone for the world... KID ON BASKETBALL COURT A puberty-ravaged kid dribbles a basketball, stares straight at us. JERRY'S VOICE In Indiana -- Clark Hodd. 13. The best point guard in the country. Puberty hasn't been easy. Discreetly, his hand slips into his pants and scratches. Girl on a high dive she's poised. A faraway look in her eyes. JERRY'S VOICE (continuing) Becky Farling. You'll see her in the next Olympics. She launches her dive into mid-air, into nothingness. ON TEENAGE GIRL BOXER throwing punches toward the camera. _ 2. JERRY'S VOICE Seattle, Washington. Dallas Malloy. Went to court to be allowed to box professionally. She's 16. ON A YOUNG BASEBALL PLAYER at bat. JERRY'S VOICE Art Stallings, Indio, California. Check out what pure joy looks like. He swats a pitch -- not out of the park, it's much sweeter than that. He drills it over the first baseman's head, just out of reach of his glove. Art runs to first, laughing. Pats the first baseman's butt. Gotcha. ON GOLDEN BOY QUARTERBACK -- FRANK CUSHMAN A line of NFL scouts watch a dazzling pass from a future star. JERRY'S VOICE In Odessa, Texas, the great Frank Cushman. Cush is 20. Quarterback, role model, my client. He'll probably go number one in the draft this year. Cush turns into a closer shot. He's a living magazine cover. A YOUNG CHAMPIONSHIP GOLFER eyeing a long but level putt. JERRY'S VOICE There's genius everywhere, but until they turn pro, it's like popcorn in the pan. Some pop... The kid misses the shot, whips his club at his coach. JERRY'S VOICE (continuing) ... some don't. Hold on the kid, he's all youthful adrenalin, breathing hard. Portrait of an intense young competitor. SMASH CUT TO: _ 3. INT. NFL OWNERS MEETING/PALM DESERT FOUR SEASONS -- DAY A wall of new NFL merchandise. Television monitors blink with the latest endorsement films. Into frame moves JERRY MAGUIRE, 35. He walks briskly and smoothly, yellow legal tablet in hand, at home in this lobby filled with Athletes and Sports Team Owners. We hear Herb Alpert's epic instrumental, "The Lonely Bull." JERRY'S VOICE Now I'm the guy you don't usually see. I'm the one behind the scenes. I'm the sports agent. INT. NFL OWNER'S MEETING LOBBY -- MINUTES LATER Jerry sits in a red leather chair, across from an agitated General Manager. He cooly works out figures on a yellow legal tablet. JERRY Easy now, we can spread these numbers over five years... JERRY'S VOICE You know those photos where the new player holds up the team jersey and poses with the owner? Flash of photo Anonymous Athlete holds up jersey, standing next to Team Owner. Zoom in on someone's shirt-sleeve on left of frame. JERRY'S VOICE (continuing) That's me on the left. ON ANONYMOUS NEWPORT BEACH BUILDING JERRY'S VOICE Inside that building, that's where I work. Sports Management International. INT. SMI CONFERENCE ROOM -- DAY The SMI agents are a fierce, happy bunch. They sit in a carefully appointed conference room. Sports photos and posters are framed on the walls. The signs of global marketing are omnipresent. Each agent has a silver tray containing soft drinks and a glass pitcher of water. Through the glass window, we see a large office divided up into many cubicles. _ 4. JERRY'S VOICE Thirty-three out of shape agents guiding the careers of 2,120 of the most finely-tuned athletes alive... Near the end of the table sits Jerry Maguire. The word "millions" appears often and easily in his conversation. Shot moves in. JERRY'S VOICE (continuing) ... in this economy, sometimes emotions run a little high. INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE -- HOUSTON -- DAY An unmarked car pulls into the underground parking facility of the Houston Police Department. A cluster of chattering media members move in on the car. ("Baja!!" "Baja, over here!!") Back doors open, and out steps Jerry Maguire with huge offensive lineman, BOBBY "BAJA" BRUNARD, 22. He is angry, and he is handcuffed. WOMAN REPORTER Was the girl 16 or seventeen? MAN REPORTER Were you aiming at anyone when you fired the shot in the 7/l1? Jerry whips in between Baja and the taunting media, blocking him off and forcing him through the glass doors into the police department. Professional smile in place, Maguire attempts spin. JERRY Listen, there's no proof of anything except that this guy is a sensational athlete. In the background, we hear baja bellowing insults at the press. INT. ATLANTA RED CARPET ROOM -- ANOTHER DAY Jerry now sits next to a towering white 27 year-old basketball player with a bad haircut. He is CALVIN NACK. They are signing a contract in the airport lounge. A little BOY approaches the player with a basketball trading card. LITTLE BOY Are you Calvin Nack? Could you sign my card? _ 5. Nack bends down with a kindly-looking face. CALVIN NACK I'm sorry little fella. I can't sign that particular brand of card. I can only sign Pro-Jam Blue Dot cards. The Little Boy looks confused. As Calvin Nack turns to grab an orange juice from a barmaid, Jerry smoothly dishes off a business card to the little boy. JERRY'S VOICE Lately, it's gotten worse. INT. HOSPITAL BEDROOM -- NIGHT Hockey Player STEVE REMO, 33, is a big man in a small bed. He is in traction, with concussion. DOCTOR stands nearby, shoots Jerry a look of concern. Family is nearby. DOCTOR Do you know your name? STEVE REMO I uh... wait. Wait, here it comes. I have it. My name is Steve Remo. I play for the Blackhawks. (now on a roll) You are my son. This pretty lady is my wife. And you are... Jerry nods encouragingly, presents his best "familiar" face. STEVE REMO (continuing) My agent! JERRY Yes! STEVE REMO And I gotta play this weekend, Doc. If I play in 65% of the games, I make my bonus. EXT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY -- NIGHT Remo's 14 year-old SON (JESSE) confronts Jerry outside the hospital room. He's a hulking kid, a Pop Warner football player himself. His voice is in the process of changing. _ 6. SON This is his fourth concussion. Shouldn't somebody get him to stop? As he talks, Jerry's cellular phone rings in his bag. JERRY (glib, easy) Come on -- it'd take a tank to stop your dad. It would take all five Super Trooper VR Warriors, right? The kid stares at Maguire. It feels as if the kid is peering into his soul... and all he sees is trash. SON Fuck you. The kid turns and exits in disgust. He leaves Jerry standing in the hallway. Devastated. Music. EXT. RENTAL CAR SHUTTLE -- DAY Jerry Maguire upset in a rental shuttle. Passing through frame. Music. Phone still ringing. INT. MIAMI HOTEL ROOM -- DAY Jerry sleeps. JERRY'S VOICE Two nights later in Miami at our corporate conference, a breakthrough. Breakdown? Breakthrough. Jerry's eyes open. Breathing strangely. Trembling, he holds onto the nightstand for grounding. He gets up, takes a few gulps of air, walks to mini-bar. Gathers some tiny ice cubes in his hand, smears them across his face. This feeling is new to him. JERRY'S VOICE (continuing) It was the oddest, most unexpected thing. I began writing what they call a Mission Statement for my company. You know -- a Mission Statement -- a suggestion for the future. _ 7. INT. MIAMI HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT Jerry types, a pot of coffee and tray of room service nearby. we watch his face, alive now. There is a direct line from the deepest part of him to the words he's typing. His fingers fly. Even his eyes grow moist. JERRY'S VOICE What started out as one page became twenty-five. Suddenly I was my father's son. I was remembering the simple pleasures of this job, how I ended up here out of law school, the way a stadium sounds when one of my players performs well on the field... I was remembering even the words of the late Dicky Fox, the original sports agent, who said: SHOT OF DICKY FOX DICKY FOX The key to this job is personal relationships. As Jerry continues typing, his voice is excited now. JERRY'S VOICE And suddenly it was all pretty clear. The answer was fewer clients. Caring for them, caring for ourselves, and the games too. Starting our lives, really. SHOT OF SENTENCE: We must embrace what is still virginal about our own enthusiasm, we must crack open the tightly clenched fist and give back a little for the common good, we must simply be the best versions of ourselves... that goodness will be unbeatable and the money will appear. He pauses, and wipes his eyes, still considering the sentence. JERRY'S VOICE (continuing) Hey, I'll be the first to admit it. What I was writing was somewhat "touchy feely." He deletes it. And then -- zip -- he restores it and continues on, boldly. _ 8. JERRY'S VOICE (continuing) I didn't care. I had lost the ability to bullshit. It was the me I'd always wanted to be. INT. KINKO'S COPIES -- NIGHT Jerry in T-shirt stands proudly watching copies pumped out. Wired college students, band guys, other Copy People of the Night nearby. JERRY'S VOICE I printed it up in the middle of the night, before I could re-think it. Industrial, multi-pierced Kinko's copy guy examines the first printed copy of the Mission Statement. He nods approvingly, taps his heart in tribute. He slides a copy across the counter, for Jerry's approval. THE THINGS WE THINK AND DO NOT SAY (The Future of Our Business) KINKO'S GUY That's how you become great, man. You hang your ba11s out there. Jerry nods. It's 3 AM, and this guy sounds and looks like a prophet. In fact, everyone in Kinko's at 3 AM does. JERRY (self-effacing) Thanks. ON MEMOS being stuffed into mail-slots. INT. HOTEL ROOM -- MORNING Jerry splashes water onto his face. The sun is coming up. He looks younger, lighter. ON TV MOVIE (JERRY WATCHING) Suddenly, dramatic movie score. It's Dana Andrews, showing Gene Tierney the newspaper reports of her death in Laura. ("Someone was murdered in this room last night... any idea who it was?") Camera whips to Jerry, standing watching as he packs. A slight concern on his face. He moves to the phone, and dials with urgency. _ 9. JERRY Hi, it's jerry maguire. Uh, listen did those manuscripts get... Oh they did... No no no no no, that's fine... INT. ELEVATOR -- DAY JERRY Jerry in suit, alone with his luggage. Dry throat. clammy, holds onto the handrail to steady himself. INT. LOBBY -- DAY The lobby is filled with SMI agents. The blue Mission Statement is in evidence everywhere. Jerry inconspicuously turns the corner, yearns to blend in. It's impossible, the recognition ripples through the lobby. Underling agent BOB SUGAR, 25, is the first to grab Maguire by the shoulders. ("Finally, someone said it!") Suddenly another agent begins to clap, then reluctantly, another. Soon, the ovation rocks the lobby. (In a three-shot near the front desk, we see a 26 year-old female employee of SMI applauding with Mission Statement in hand, her sleepy son at her side.) Jerry motions for them all to stop, but clearly he could listen forever. It is a watershed moment in his life. JERRY'S VOICE I was 35. I had started my life. Swing off Maguire to find two agents standing clapping enthusiastically near the elevator. One offers gum to the other. AGENT # 1 (RACHEL) How long you give him? AGENT # 2 (CHRIS) Mmmm. A week. ON AIRPLANE WHEELS folding up into a plane, as music and credits end. INT. AIRPLANE/FIRST CLASS -- NIGHT We move past a snoring businessman, onto tired but adrenalized Jerry Maguire. He sits in first-class, working on his laptop, a pile of newspapers and magazines nearby. The WOMAN PASSENGER next to him, 3oish, finishes up a spicy phone conversation with her boyfriend. _ 10. WOMAN Monkeyface... monkeyface, listen... I'm not going to say it here.... no... Jerry continues to work, as his laptop now beeps. Battery's low. WOMAN (continuing) ... oh listen, I got you the perfect white shirt, at this out of the way place... no... quit trying to make me say it! Jerry shuts off his laptop and prepares for sleep. Trying not to listen. WOMAN (continuing) how about if I do it and don't say it... mmmm... see you soon... She laughs seductively and hangs up. She is still buzzed from the conversation. Jerry turns to her, surprising her. JERRY I have to ask. WOMAN (protective) What -- JERRY Where'd you find the perfect white shirt? She laughs, it's an infectious laugh -- two strangers enjoying the good life -- as we DRIFT BACK three rows, past the panel separating the cool comfort of first class from the stuffy airless and uncomfortable world of coach. We meet DOROTHY BOYD, 26. A harried passenger on this bus in the sky. Her clothes are part-contemporary, part mother- functional. She is never as composed or in control as she wants to be. Right now she is devoted to the sneezing kid in the wrinkled white-shirt sitting next to her. It is RAY, her five-year old son. Dorothy is covered in toys and books. Stuffed into the side pocket is Jerry's Mission Statement. The easy laughter from three rows ahead washes over her like cold water, as she rings again for a Flight Attendant. The overworked ATTENDANT arrives, pissed, snapping off the bell. _ 11. DOROTHY Look, my son is allergic to the material in these blankets - ATTENDANT That's all we have. The Attendant offers a bundle of soggy cocktail napkins and is about to exit as Ray makes a gagging noise. He's about to get sick. Both women reach for an airsick bag, and get it to his mouth just in time. Their faces are now inches apart. ATTENDANT (continuing) I'm sorry I was rude just then -- DOROTHY It's okay. We're in it together now... The Attendant now exits helpfully with the bag. WOMAN'S VOICE Don't take anything I say seriously! I love to flirt! Dorothy, irritated, leans out into the aisle to look for the heads that belong to these voices. BACK TO JERRY AND WOMAN WOMAN You're with the sports people on the plane, right? JERRY Jerry Maguire. SMI. WOMAN Bobbi Fallon. BPI. I'm producing the Coke commercials for the playoffs. JERRY Well. Good luck with that -- He nods, as he reaches up to shut off the light. Politely stifles another yawn. He shuts his eyes, settles into sleep. Bobbi leans into his darkness. WOMAN Can I just get a quick "man's" opinion from you on something? DISSOLVE TO: _ 12. INT. FIRST CLASS SEATS -- LATER Bobbi is intense now, unburdening, as tired Jerry listens like a priest. WOMAN And I can't say his name without laughing I want to eat him up. I want to say goodbye to every bad thought I ever had about relationships. I mean, I crave this guy... and yet... why... why did I have that affair this weekend? Does that mean I'm not in love with my boyfriend? JERRY I think you'll know when you see him at the gate. WOMAN It's the death rattle of my singlehood, right? Because I finally see the white picket fence looming and I love it/hate it/love it/hate it/ love it... you're right, I'll know when I see him. Why is it so easy to talk with you?! Tell me about your fiancee. Maguire fights another yawn. JERRY I uh... don't think we're quite at your pitch yet. WOMAN Tell me, and then you can sleep. JERRY She's an NFL publicist... amazing sense of style... former athlete... volleyball... world class... really knows how to live every moment of her life, which is why I should take a nap now... BACK TO DOROTHY Her sleeping son now silent, she can't help but listen. WOMAN'S VOICE Tell me how you proposed. I collect romantic proposal stories. _ 13. JERRY No no... DOROTHY (impatient) Oh, tell the story. WOMAN Oh, tell the story. BACK TO JERRY -- LATER JERRY --so our first date, she told me about her favorite place in the world, the seven pools of Hana on the island of Maui... WOMAN Gorgeous. JERRY A year-and-a-half later, we were both in Hawaii for the Pro Bowl. Now I've always hit a wall at 18 months. Every serious girlfriend lasts 18 months. It's like --ka- boom. The curse of 18 months. WOMAN That's when you need to cement, and define define define. JERRY Exactly. And the world does not need another 35 year-old bachelor. I knew I wanted to propose, so I took her there. WOMAN To the pools? JERRY To the pools. Now she's Miss Rock Climber, and I'm more the Non-Rock Climber, but we're hiking up through the pools and there's a fine mist in the air, and I have the ring in my pocket, and I'm a little nervous, I'm lagging behind, and she says to me, get this -- "Hurry up, klutz." WOMAN Oh no -- _ 14. JERRY Well, it bothered me somewhat. And I got quiet. And now she's quiet and we're both pouting a little, you know. And I decide I'm not going to propose. The mood is not right. Why be impulsive? Now at this point I know she knows that I was going to propose and didn't. And she knows I know. So the entire sixty mile ride back to the airport, we don't speak. And we're both good at that. We fly to Honolulu in silence. We check into the Pro Bowl hotel -- WOMAN How sad -- JERRY But wait... BACK TO DOROTHY She is now craning out into the aisle to hear this story. The plane is now quieter. She listens to the easy sound of Jerry discussing his charmed life. RAY (waking up) Mama -- DOROTHY Shhh. Mommy's eavesdropping. He sneezes, three big ones in a row. She hands him more kleenex, riveted on the story. And listens. JERRY'S VOICE Now little do I know that my assistant. has assumed that I've now proposed. So she has gotten the lounge band to actually play "Here Comes The Bride" when we walk back in. Dorothy laughs to herself, somewhat derisively. She tries to share the laugh with her son, who stares at her. _ 15. BACK TO JERRY -- LATER JERRY Which they do. And we're standing there. All the football guys are in the lobby, watching, there's even an ESPN crew. So I turn to her and sort of grandly say, "Well, this is me, Klutz, asking you, Goddess of Rock Climbing, to marry me." And I took out the ring, and I don't much like big scenes, but she said "yes" right there in the lobby and some of the toughest men in football wept like babies. We're getting married in February. WOMAN Jerry. You two will be together forever. BACK TO DOROTHY She takes one of her son's kleenex sheets, as an elegant Flight Attendant shuts the curtain to first class. Dorothy blows her nose, moved against her will. RAY What's wrong, mom? DOROTHY First class is what's wrong. It used to be a better meal. Now it's a better life. She pulls out the Mission Statement, aware that she's been listening to its author. She opens it and begins to read. INT. LAX AIRPORT TERMINAL -- MORNING Jerry Maguire exits the plane a few steps behind Bobbi Fallon. JERRY (quietly, like a coach) You'll know when you see him. You'll know when you see him. Bobbi scans the crowd. She spots Monkeyface, large and burly in tiger-print sweats. He looks like Mickey Dolenz. He holds flowers. _ 16. WOMAN Oh my God, you're right. I know. (Jerry smiles) He's not The One. He's not the One. Jerry's face falls. Bobbi Fallon moves into the embrace, faking it. Jerry moves ahead, turning back to see the doomed couple. Melancholy now, he continues forward through the crowded airport and the expectant faces of those waiting for loved ones. Music. INT. LUGGAGE AREA -- MORNING Dorothy looks through the rubber flaps of the luggage conveyor belt. She clutches a cup of coffee. In the background, other SMI agents' grab their bags and exit. DOROTHY Ray! Ray! Maguire enters picture, joining her as she looks into the dark depths behind the flaps. JERRY Can I help? DOROTHY Oh. Hi. I work in your office. I was on the junket to the conference. I'm -- JERRY I know who y6u are. You're Dorothy Boyd. You're in... wait... you're in Accounts. You have the middle cubicle toward the back with that poster of Albert Einstein morphed onto Shaquille 0 Neal's body. DOROTHY (surprised) Hmm. Pretty good. JERRY Now what did you lose? DOROTHY My son... my mind... Over her shoulder, Maguire sees Ray rounding the corner, riding the luggage conveyor belt like Washington crossing the Delaware. _ 17. JERRY Well, while I go look for him, why don't you hang onto this curious gentleman behind you -- Dorothy turns, is greatly relieved to see Ray, and snatches him off the belt. She bends down into his face. She speaks softly but intensely, with no frills. DOROTHY Remember "imagination?"... remember what that means? Well, this is one of my bosses so you will now IMAGINE me screaming at you right now. Do NOT do that again. Ever ever EVER. She rises, shifting back to being a somewhat relaxed young woman of 26. It's a transition she makes, oh, 500 times a day. DOROTHY (continuing) Well, thanks. JERRY Well, take care. DOROTHY And have fun at your bachelor party. Jerry pauses just a moment, but it's long enough. Dorothy freezes. DOROTHY (continuing) Oh no. JERRY No no. I knew. DOROTHY (slow sigh) Nnnnn. I just killed the surprise. JERRY No, I'm just... anxiously looking past it. I already had my bachelor party. It was called "my twenties." See you later. Jerry takes off. _ 18. DOROTHY I loved your memo, by the way. He stops. Turns. She flashes the well-thumbed copy in her purse. Jerry takes a step closer, interested and flattered. JERRY Thanks... actually, it was just a "Mission Statement." Ray has taken Jerry's free hand, and begun swinging on him. DOROTHY I think in this age, optimism like that... it's a revolutionary act. JERRY (eager for feedback) You think so? DOROTHY Oh tsht. Yes. JERRY I appreciate that, because some of that stuff... you know, it was two in the morning and... DOROTHY -- the part about "we should embrace what it is still virginal about our enthusiasm" -- Jerry looks slightly edgy at the naked vulnerability of his words. DOROTHY (continuing) -- "and we should all force open the tightly-clenched fist of commerce, and give a little back for the greater good.". I mean, I was inspired, and I'm an accountant. Ray, don't spill my coffee. Jerry looks more nervous, as Ray has now taken his mother's hand. He is now swinging on both of them. RAY One-two-three... swing. _ 19. DOROTHY Hey. To respect yourself enough to say it out loud, to put yourself out there, so openly... (shakes her head) ... I don't know, it got me. Now Jerry looks concerned, as Ray continues swinging happily. RAY One-two-three, swing. JERRY Thanks. May I offer you both a ride? DOROTHY Oh no. I'm sure it would just make your day to drive us all the way to Manhattan Beach, taking that left down to little tiny Waterloo street where you have to play chicken with oncoming traffic, and your life flashes before your eyes, but -- hey, I've obviously had too much coffee and all -- here's my sister Laurel to pick us up. Thanks, though. Bye. JERRY (amused) Dorothy. Ray. A pleasure. RAY One-two... Jerry lets Ray down easy. The kid is a little disappointed. But Maguire bows, always courtly, and exits to get his bag. He then realizes something amiss and returns quickly, pulling Ray's hand up again and completing the swing. JERRY ... three, swing. Ray is now happy, in love even, as Jerry exits. Dorothy laughs, as her sister arrives. LAUREL BOYD is 36. No make-up, no bullshit. Laurel has a pin on her sweater, which catches on dorothy's shirt as they hug. LAUREL Come on, I'm double-parked. Dorothy returns to the world of motherhood, bending down, gathering Ray's toys. She wipes at Ray's hair. _ 20. ("Don't put food in your hair.") She is surprised that she's a little jazzed from her encounter with Jerry Maguire. She can't help but look back at Jerry, who catches her looking. He salutes her, with mock circumstance. She returns it with a guilty smile. He disappears, and she finds herself oddly short of breath. DOROTHY (to herself) Hmmph. Whoever snagged him must be some classy babe -- INT. AVERY'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT AVERY BISHOR, 29, makes love to Jerry Maguire at fever pitch. They are standing on the bed, which is in the corner. AVERY Don't ever stop fucking me! JERRY Sooner... or later... I'll have to stop. AVERY Oh Gawd, oh yes, it's never been better. Never BETTER!! Nearby, a large and sleepy German Shepard yawns. AVERY (continuing) Never BETTER!! The dog snaps awake, a little shook. Avery suddenly yanks away. Breathing hard, she just looks at Jerry. Sex is a very serious business with Avery. AVERY (continuing) Open your eyes. (he does) If you ever want me to be with another woman for you, I would do it. I'm not interested in it. There was a time, yes, it felt normal for me, but it was a phase, a college thing, like torn Levi's or law school for you... people change, but if you ever feel like being adventurous in that way, I would do it for you. You want anything from the kitchen I'm going to get some fruit -- _ 21. She skips off like a colt. Jerry digests what he's just been told. JERRY (to the next room) You know. I don't think we need to do the thing where we tell each other everything! AVERY (O.S.) (laughing) Jerry, this is what intimacy is! Jerry rubs his face, as he does often when processing complex information. AVERY (0.5.) Oh -- don't forget tomorrow we have dinner with Wade Cooksey. JERRY (0.5.) I know about the bachelor party. Avery returns. Her robo body, half-lit now in the hallway, is a glorious life-long project. AVERY Who told you? JERRY One of the accountants. She makes a pissed-off sound. She then walks over, taking his shoulders and bending them forward. She is an expert at body manipulation, loosening him as she talks. AVERY Jerry. Your buddy Dooler worked his ass off to make you a tribute film. All those guys from the office are coming. Everybody loves you. Just calm down, relax, act surprised, and have an amazing time. And you'll never guess who narrates your bachelor movie. INT. FANCY HOTEL SUITE -- NIGHT Jerry enters the hotel suite and over-acts surprise. He falls down, clutching his heart, feigning an attack. He looks around for a bigger reaction than he actually gets. THE FILM -- SHOWN ON BIG-SCREEN T.V. It is hosted by MICHAEL JORDAN. _ 22. MICHAEL JORDAN I have often wondered where my career would have been had Jerry Maguire been my agent. The answer -- Yugoslavia. Tepid laughs, as many of the agents turn and grab furtive looks at Maguire, who stands at the back of the room with his friend BILL DOOLER. Dooler, husky, 30, looks like a beatnik on steroids. DOOLER You hear those courtesy laughs, Jerry? There is a seething wrongness at the edges of this party. JERRY Oh come on -- DOOLER This is fuckin Michael Jordan, man! They should be screaming. JERRY (eying crowd) You're imagining it. They are joined by unctuous agent Bob Sugar. Sugar is a Maguire wannabee. Puts an arm on Jerry's shoulder. SUGAR We still having lunch tomorrow, Jerry? Looks like Carl Denton tested positive for marijuana. That moves Cush solidly up to numero uno in the draft. DOOLER Oh, that'll really help this party! Let's all talk business! JERRY Dooler, you know Bob Sugar. SUGAR (smoothly) The best commercial director in the business. I hail you. DOOLER Sorry I yelled. You have exquisite taste. _ 23. SUGAR Everybody's having a great time. You're both nuts -- the movie's great. Sugar moves on, cheerfully. DOOLER I like that guy. (The movie, which plays simultaneously with the conversation, is a Hi-8 confessional of Jerry's former girlfriends. MICHAEL JORDAN is cut into this, nodding, as if he were actually interviewing. The effect is funny, but the confessions are brutally honest. There is The One He Was Too Good For, The One He Wasn't Good Enough For ("He hated being alone.") The Still in Love Girlfriend, The Punk Rock girlfriend ("Sports makes me ill"), The Now Married With Kids Girlfriend, The Cynical Girlfriend ("Beneath the cute exterior, more cute exterior.") The Purely Sexual Girlfriend, The Brainy Girlfriend, ("Great at friendship, bad at intimacy") and even the Girlfriend Who Does A Great Jerry Imitation (rubbing her face, she does a flawless Jerry-on-his- way-to-the-airport). All seem to agree on some basic points (and if necessary maybe Jordan narrates the following information to underscore it.) Jerry always has a girlfriend, and many met him on the first day he'd broken up with the last one. The relationship always competes with his job, and the job always wins. The final confrontation happens somewhere around the 18-month mark. Sequence ends with Avery in character, wielding a blowtorch, threatening to burn all these old phone numbers.) JERRY (wounded good sport) ... this is... uh... too funny... DOOLER They ain't laughing, man. Something's wrong. Jerry nods, takes a swig of beer. He knows the response is little more than polite. None of the other agents can keep eye contact with him. Dooler is right. On the screen, the finale features a good-humored collage of Jerry photos, cut to music. INT. SMI OFFICE -- DAY Elevator doors open. Maguire is now paranoid. He walks through the buzzing SMI headquarters, heading for his corner office. He is like an FBI man searching treetops and corners for the Gunman. Everywhere he looks is a potential Grassy Knoll. _ 24. He passes Fellow Agents, always smiling, giving a word of encouragement to an Agent having an emotional hallway conversation with an Athlete, even bends down to check the sheet of slides being approved by a very large but seated Basketball Player. Moving forward. There is trouble in the air, but only he seems to sense it. He turns corner and is met by assistant WENDY, who hands him a long list of calls. The sheet flaps against his leg as she moves with him toward his back office. WENDY (as in 'get ready') Marcee's here. She's already in your office. JERRY Thanks, Wendy. INT. JERRY MAGUIRE'S OFFICE -- DAY Jerry enters his corner office overlooking both the shiny waters of Newport Beach and a large mall parking lot. Already standing, reading the mail on his desk is lively MARCEE TIDWELL, 25. African-American, gorgeous, a heat-seeking smartbomb. She is also five months pregnant. JERRY Marcee. How's my favorite player's wife? MARCEE Jerry, Rod is very very upset. Tyson, no! Across the room, 4 year-old menace TYSON ceases trying to pry a plexiglass case off the wall. JERRY Tyson, hello. Tyson just stares at Jerry. Jerry has little luck with kids. He gives Marcee a quick peck and heads for the fridge. He grabs a two-pint bottle of orange Gatorade -- another habit -- and sits down at his desk. He slips into crisis mode like an old shirt. JERRY (continuing) How can I make your life better? MARCEE I know you say to take the Arizona offer, but my husband needs more recognition. (more) _ 25. MARCEE (cont'd) He is the biggest, fastest, raddest wide-receiver in the league. Now I don't know what you do for your four-percent --The door opens, Bob Sugar pokes his head in. SUGAR Cronin's okay for lunch? JERRY Marcee -- this is one of our agents. This is Bob Sugar, who needs to learn to knock. SUGAR Pleasure. MARCEE You've called our house, right? SUGAR Sorry to interrupt you guys. Sugar exits. Marcee resumes at the exact point, at the exact level of intensity. MARCEE Now I don't know what you do for your five-percent, but this man, my husband has a whole plan, an image... we majored in marketing, Jerry, and when you put him in a Waterbed Warehouse commercial, excuse me, you are making him common. He is pure gold and you're giving him "Waterbed Warehouse" when he deserves the big four -- shoe, car, clothing- line, soft-drink. The four jewels of the celebrity endorsement dollar. Jerry finds himself admiring her drive, and she commands the best in him. The desk buzzes, and Jerry ignores it. MARCEE (continuing) You gonna get that -- JERRY Not a chance. She smiles. _ 26. JERRY (continuing) Marcee, things are changing around here. You and Rod will have my total personal attention. MARCEE (upping the ante) Damn right, and you can start by taking Rod's poster and putting it where people can see it! JERRY (it's infectious) Damn right. He climbs up on the edge of his sofa, and reaches for the poster with his hanging device. True to Marcee's complaint, the poster hangs in the upper Siberian region of his wall. MARCEE Look at that handsome man, trying to build a life up there by the air-conditioner. We're coming to get ya, darlin! We are so close to having it all! ON THE POSTER -- CLOSE It is the kind of poster that is strictly the domain of second-tier players. Commanding wide-receiver ROD TIDWELL, 27, stands shirtless, hands on hips, looking vaguelyl uncomfortable. Emplazoned above his head: IN ROD WE TRUST. Elsewhere in the room, we hear the inevitable crash ("Tyson!"). EXT. CRONIN'S GRILL -- AFTERNOON Crowded outdoor restaurant in the business district. Jerry sits down opposite Bob Sugar, still making a few notes. JERRY Gimme a second here... Tidwell... Arizona contract... new glass cabinet... SUGAR You okay? JERRY (looking up) I'm fine. What's up? SUGAR I came here to let you go. _ 27. JERRY Pardon me? SUGAR Came here to fire you, Jerry. For a long moment there is only silence. They study each other. These are two smart boys, each one anticipating the other's next three or four moves. SUGAR (continuing) It's real, Jerry. You... you should say something. Suddenly he's flushed, a little embarrassed. JERRY Aw shit...the crowded restaurant... so there's no scene... SUGAR I know. It sucks. I suck. In a back room, the waiters are singing the restaurant's "Birthday Song" to someone else. Jerry is dying. JERRY You... SUGAR (razor sharp) You did this to yourself. You said "fewer clients." You put it all on paper. Scully was very upset. Heart attacks make some people sweeter, but not him. You did this to yourself -- Jerry's mouth opens to finish his sentence, but before he can speak, Sugar continues. SUGAR (continuing) -- although I do gotta hand it to you. For about five minutes you had everyone applauding smaller revenues. Quietly, Maguire finishes the sentence he started earlier. JERRY You... ungrateful... unctuous... _ 28. SUGAR (unctuous) ... dick? JERRY Dick. Maguire reaches for water. The sound of the ice cubes jangling is suddenly very loud to him. He is drowning. SUGAR Give me a little credit for doing this face-to-face! What I went through knowing I was going to do this to my mentor! Can you get past yourself for a second? JERRY You'll lose. SUGAR (musically) You wanted smaller. JERRY I'm over it. Now I want all my clients and yours too. SUGAR Jerry -- JERRY -- and I'll get 'em. SUGAR (patronizing) You'll always be my hero, Jerry. Always always always. We're bringing other elements in, we're focusing on endorsements -- it's not about handholding anymore. We're no longer babysitters -- Jerry fights the desire to use his fists. Hangs onto the table. He's starting to freak out now. Trying to calm down. Sugar's mouth keeps moving, but we hear the music in Jerry's mind. Rising percussive music. EXT. STREET -- DAY Jerry tries to move briskly down the street, through the lunchtime businessmen traffic. Back to the office. _ 29. INT. CRONIN'S -- DAY Sugar dines alone now. Casually whips out a portable phone. INT. SMI ELEVATOR -- DAY Jerry in the elevator, eyes wide, mind racing. Dorothy Boyd sees him, raises a hand to say hello. Decides this is not a good time. INT. SMI OFFICE -- DAY Close on Maguire as he moves through the office, heading to the back office. Music INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- DAY Maguire rolls the fax machine over to his desk. He takes a breath, and begins to go to work. From within his bottom drawer, he withdraws a Powerbook. Then from another drawer, a phone book. And then from his inner jacket pocket, a third smaller phone book. They are lined in front of him now, as he dials. INT. CUSHMAN HOME/ODESSA -- DAY Frank "Cush" Cushman picks up the phone. Today, the young football God wears a yellow scarf on his head. He's still playing NBA Jam on his Gameboy' as he talks. EXT. CRONIN'S -- DAY Sugar at the table. Chameleon-like, he adopts the personality of whomever he talks to. SUGAR Cush. Hey Dudeboy! It's Bob Sugar. Listen, I'm callin' ya first 'cause you're the most important guy in sports... INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- DAY Maguire on the telephone, fighting hard, as he feeds a fax into the machine at the same time. JERRY Carla, right now you're paying 25% of your endorsments to SMI, I would cut my commission by 7%... As he talks, he takes a stack of his Mission Statements, once proudly set on his desk, and sentences them to the bottom drawer. _ 30. EXT. STREET -- DAY Sugar strolls back to the office, talking on the portable. SUGAR You read that memo I snuck to you, the guy's tired of the job. Tired of making you money. INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- DAY Maguire feeds a fax, types another fax on his Powerbook, all while he talks quickly on the phone. JERRY And when I got you that big contract in Chicago, and the fan poll in the Sun-Times was 93% against you, who went and found you that sympathetic journalist who turned it all around, it was me... INT. SUGAR'S OFFICE -- DAY Several other agents working the cause behind Sugar, who breezes through the calls. SUGAR He's costing you money, Debra... he's oldschool. INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- DAY Jerry on the toilet. Not a minute to spare. JERRY SMI represents all three quarterbacks on your team, where's their loyalty going to be? You stay with me, I'd fight for YOU alone. You'd be my only client on that team... INT. SUGAR'S OFFICE -- DAY SUGAR I've got the clients. I've got the juice. INT. SMI OFFICE -- DAY Dorothy walks the center hallway with some contracts. To the right and left of her are the phones are ringing. _ 31. Something is amiss. She stops at the desk of fellow Accounts Exec CLEO, 32. DOROTHY What's going on? CLEO (no big deal) They fired Jerry Maguire. Did it at Cronin's. Dorothy groans softly, as she lowers herself into her seat. She is strangely affected by the news. She scoots back on her roller chair, and looks down the hallway to Maguire's office door. INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- DAY The pace has accelerated. JERRY -- personal attention -- INT. SUGAR'S OFFICE -- DAY Sugar talks faster. SUGAR -- more money, more endorsements -- INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- DAY Jerry talks faster than sugar. JERRY -- a family of athletes -- INT. SUGAR'S OFFICE -- DAY Sugar talks faster than Jerry. SUGAR -- the millenium, eight-hundred channels more endorsements. Think of me, think of dollars. INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- DAY Jerry shows signs of tiring. JERRY Kathy! Hi, it's Jerry Maguire. INT. REHEARSAL ROOM -- DAY _ 32. KATHY SANDERS, 22 year-old figure skater, sits on a couch. Nearby are cardboard stand-ups, souvenirs of past endorsements. Also, the famous gold-medal shot from the Olympics. Kathy's adoring Mom and Dad sit next to her, listening in on the extension. The Mission Statement is folded open on Dad's lap. Kathy chokes on every other word, such is her anguish. KATHY I already heard from Bob Sugar. Jerry I want to cry for what they did to you at SMI. You helped me win that gold at the Olympics, we have history, and... oh Jerry... if we weren't in the middle of the Accura deal, you know I'd go with you! (starts to break down) Oh Jerry, oh God... There is a click on the line. She is pained and outraged. KATHY (continuing) ... Call Waiting... who could be calling me now?... She clicks the phone once. Her voice is suddenly cheery. KATHY (continuing) Hiyee. INT. JERRY'S OFFICE JERRY Still me, Kathy. She instantly starts "crying" again. KATHY Ohhhhhhhh... INT. SUGAR'S OFFICE -- DUSK Sugar crosses off another name on his list. SUGAR It's not show "friends". It's show business. INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- DUSK Jerry on the phone. It's getting harder to crank it up. _ 33. JERRY Rod! How ya doing? Jerry Maguire. INTERCUT INT. TIDWELL KITCHEN/HOUSE -- DAY ROD TIDWELL, 27, begins this conversation in the kitchen. He is a powerful physical presence, and he holds a hot new cellular phone. He fixes young son Tyson a bowl of cereal as he talks. In the background, monitoring the crisis is Marcee Tidwell. ROD TIDWELL "How am I doing?" I'll tell you. I'm sweatin, dude! That's how I'm "doin." I'm sweatin my contract. I'm sweatin' Bob Sugar calling and telling me I'm blowing the big endorsements if I stay with you. I'm sweatin'. You hear what I'm saying? JERRY I hear what you're saying... TIDWELL No. I hear that you hear what I'm saying. But do you hear what I'm saying? INT. SUGAR'S OFFICE -- SAME TIME Sugar works off a wristwatch. He spends no longer than three minutes on each call. SUGAR I'll bet he hasn't even called you yet, right Jennifer? Wait, I need to cough... He covers the phone, as another agent hands him a cellular with another call on it. SUGAR (continuing) Hi, Ben, it's Sugar, hold on a second, have you heard from Maguire? You haven't???? Well, that tells you a lot. Hold on, gotta cough... Back to the other call. _ 34. SUGAR (continuing) So Jennifer... INT. JERRY'S OFFICE Jerry is still on the same Tidwell call. Looking at his watch. TIDWELL Alright, we're just getting started on my list of things you need to know. Take notes if you want to. JERRY (dying) Okay. INT. TIDWELL HALLWAY -- NIGHT Tidwell walks down the hallway, past clippings and citations from his career. Marcee follows, always listening. TIDWELL Good, 'cause see, I am a valuable commodity. I go across the middle. I see the ball and a dude coming right at me, wanting to kill me, I tell my brain "get killed, catch the ball." That's New York Steak, baby. Rare. And yet, nobody's giving me LOVE. Nobody's giving me PROPS. Nobody. I went to Arizona State, I'm from Arizona, I break Arizona records, I'm a Sun Devil, man!!! JERRY Now you want Arizona dollars. TIDWELL Exactly. And I'm sitting here with an ant problem, look! And my brother Tee Pee's room is flooded with water. Say hello to Jerry Maguire -- We meet the messy-haired and slightly overweight brother of Tidwell, TEE PEE, 24. Tee Pee, who lives free of charge in Rod's house, is a nakedly jealous and more political version of his brother. He says into the phone: TEE PEE Hello Jerry Maguire. _ 35. Tidwell takes the phone back, and continues through the house, with Tee Pee now following the procession of family monitoring the important call. TIDWELL -- the house is fallin' apart, we don't even know where we're gonna live in a year, and I'm supposed to be a "superstar," man! Are you catching my flow, here? Jerry looks at his watch. Doomed. JERRY I need a decision from you, Rod. INT. SUGAR'S OFFICE -- NIGHT Sugar has three phones going. SUGAR Killer, Steve, good decision. (next call) So it's yes, right? Excellente. (next call) Tell me it's yes... yes? YES! Tidwell enters bedroom. Marcee, Tyson and Tee Pee in tow. TIDWELL -- now to recap, I want to stay in Arizona, I want my new contract, I like you, you're nice to my wife, I will stay with you, that's what I'm doing for you, but here's what you're gonna do for me. You listening? JERRY (dying) Mmm. Hmm. TIDWELL It's a very personal, very important thing. It's a family motto. So I want to share it with you. You ready? JERRY Yes. TIDWELL Here it is. "Show me the money." (pause) Show. Me. The. Money. _ 36. JERRY I got it. TIDWELL Now doesn't that just make you feel good to say it? Say it with me. The lights have gone down in the city, and he hasn't had a chance to turn his own light on. He sits in the oncoming darkness, watching the blinking white lights on the phone bank on the desk. JERRY Show. Me. The. Money. TIDWELL Congratulations. You're still my agent. Tidwell hangs up. Feeling good about the decision, he enters his closet and adds today's shoes to an enormous shoe collection. Nearby, Tee Pee shakes his head. TEE PEE An African-American man running with a little ball, working for white owners and white agents. It's the iconography of rascism... (off Tidwell's dismissive look) ... but I woulda stayed at the bigger company. INT. SUGAR'S OFFICE -- DAY Sugar crosses the last call off his sheet, and throws himself on the sofa. He lands in reclining mode with a soft pooof. The younger turks watch their new leader. Victory is his. INT. JERRY'S OFFICE -- NIGHT Jerry stands at the door, holding some belongings. He looks back and symbolically flips the light switch off. Unfortunately he hasn't realized the lights are already off. So, in his final gesture, surprising himself, he has weirdly turned the lights on. EXT. CORNER OFFICE -- NIGHT Bam. Jerry's door opens. He exits his office with box. He is now in a state of advancing melancholy, slightly unhinged. Many of the other agents now try not to watch him leaving. _ 37. JERRY Well, don't worry! I'm not going to do what you think I'm going to do, which is FLIP OUT! JERRY (continuing) Jerry goes to a water dispenser, calming himself, and fills a small Dixie cup. Downs it and fills it again, rubbing his face.. JERRY (continuing) But let me just say, as I ease out of the office I helped build -- sorry, but it's a fact -- ON DOROTHY -- WATCHING from her cubicle. JERRY -- that there is such a thing as manners. A way of treating people... He notices the fish tank nearby. He attemps to be profound. JERRY (continuing) These fish have manners! They have manners. And now Jerry feels bravado, mixed with a wave of anger. Another cup of water as he finds power. JERRY (continuing) In fact. They're coming with me! I'm starting a new company, and the fish will come with me and... you can call me sentimental. He begins dipping into the tank, grabbing the one exotic fish that failed to escape his cup. It's a fire-tailed Peruvian beauty. He grabs a baggie from an assistant's desk, shakes out some crumbs, and dumps the fish inside. JERRY (continuing; to fish) it's okay... it's okay... Nearby, a Xerox Repair Guy watches the human train wreck. _ 38. JERRY (continuing) But if anybody else wants to come with me, this moment will be the ground floor of something real and fun and inspiring and true in this godforsaken business and we will do it together! Who's coming with me besides... "Flipper" here? But clearly even Flipper is not happy with the new arrangement. Panicked, he whips around the small baggie. JERRY (continuing) Anybody going with me? Silence, someone coughs, as agents and office personnel look on with equal parts pity and embarrassment. Jerry downs another small cup of water. His lid is blowing off with each second. JERRY (continuing) Wendy? Shall we? Assistant Wendy looks at Maguire. Painfully polite: WENDY I'm three months away from the pay increase, Jerry. I have to, uh... you know, stay. Jerry absorbs the blow, and takes the keys from the top of her desk. She can't look at him. Jerry stands alone, the blue Mission Statement on Wendy's desk sits accusingly in frame. There is only silence now, the loudest kind. JERRY Okay, anybody else? ON DOROTHY She looks around. Doesn't anybody believe in the very thing they were applauding three days ago? She has an odd reaction, a muscle twitch of the soul. Before she knows it, she stands boldly, unfortunately knocking a cup of coffee onto herself in the process. DOROTHY I'll go with you. (quietly, on her coffee mess) Wonderful... _ 39. She dabs at her pants. Next to her, Cleo looks on sadly. ON JERRY halfway across the office. JERRY Dorothy Boyd! Thank you! She gathers her things, increasingly aware of what she's done. JERRY (continuing) We will see you all again. Sleep tight! He walks to Dorothy, and together they exit down the hallway corridor, past the framed posters and awards. WIDE-SHOT rising over the huge office. For the first time, we see the full expanse of the huge SMI headquarters. And down in the corner of the frame, two small figures leave carrying boxes. JERRY (to Dorothy) Let's see how they do without us. A beat of silence, then noise returns to its normal commercial roar. A couple of fleas have been swatted off the carcass of an immense beast. INT. ELEVATOR -- NIGHT The tragic-sounding beep of the elevator passing floors. Jerry Maguire stands with Dorothy, both still charged with adrenalin. And then the first pangs of dread. There is silence. The elevator stops. A young, amorous Couple enters. Both are about 24, and the Guy presses a number five flights down. In a moment, we realize they are deaf. They sign to each other, murmuring noises of love. And then the Guy signs something, obviously powerful, because the Girl emits a delighted gasp, as does Dorothy. The Couple are truly in their own world. They kiss before exiting on their floor. And suddenly the elevator seems empty without them. JERRY Wonder what he said. DOROTHY My favorite aunt is hearing impaired. He said "you complete me." _ 40. They continue on in silence. INT. BUILDING LOBBY -- NIGHT Jerry and Dorothy pass through another office's party. Loud music. It's a pre-Easter party thrown for the building employees and their children. Jerry and Dorothy squeeze through with boxes and fish. EXT. SMI PARKING LOT -- NIGHT Jerry and Dorothy walk to their cars. Music in distance. DOROTHY So I know this is a bad time, but -- you will have a medical program, right? JERRY Sure. Yes. Medical, I don't know. He spaces out for a moment. Awkwardly, she touches him briefly. DOROTHY And I guess we didn't talk about money. So, I'll just dive in -- JERRY Give me your number. I'll call tomorrow. I'm just a little. I'm a little insane right now. (off her look) But it's going to be great. DOROTHY No no, I know -- They arrive at her red Camry. She writes her number on the back of a business card. JERRY But I mean really... wonderfully... (out of steam) great. DOROTHY (unsure) Absolutely. She climbs into her car, rolls down the window. JERRY And when you think about what you've done later, don't panic. _ 41. DOROTHY Me? No. My sister -- it's a good bet. She starts the engine. DOROTHY (continuing) That took guts. JERRY Same to you. She salutes him as she drives off. His own move, played back to him. Camera moves away from Jerry, as he stands alone in the parking lot. Salutes her in return. Herb Alpert. "The Lonely Bull." Stripped of power, his once mighty theme now seems puny. FADE TO EXT. DOROTHY'S HOME -- NIGHT Lights glow inside this small-but-cozy home on a side street in Manhattan Beach. Windows open. The sound of women's voices. INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT A living room filled with ten earnest, talkative Divorced Women. This is their talk group. We meet JAN, 30, who speaks shyly, thoughtfully, covering her braces often as she speaks. She holds a too-full glass of red wine. (Much of the talk in this Women's Group will be improved by our cast of actresses) JAN I love men. I respect men. But that doesn't change the fact that most of them belong in cages... The other nine women nod with deep understanding. INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT Dorothy does the dishes. Across the room, Laurel has her nightly cigarette, blowing smoke out the window. She is a no- frills woman. She has some time ago shut off those aspects of her life spent pursuing the opposite sex. They are in mid- argument. LAUREL What about medical? DOROTHY Of course, medical! _ 42. LAUREL (unconvinced) You are a single mother. You have given up the right to be frivolous. DOROTHY (irritated) If you'd read what he wrote, you would have left with him too. LAUREL (more irritated) You know how much those Well Child exams cost -- DOROTHY (overlapping) Of course I know -- LAUREL/DOROTHY A hundred and fifty dollars. LAUREL And that's just when he's well -- They talk over each other arguing for a moment and then: DOROTHY Wait. Where is he? LAUREL He's in the living room asleep. Dorothy dries her hands, flicking in a hurry. DOROTHY Wonderful. Next time you lecture me, don't leave my little boy in a room with your Divorced Women's Group... She exits in a hurry, as Laurel throws her cigarette into the garbage disposal. She has a hard time saying this, so she says it so nobody can hear: LAUREL Sorry. INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Ray dreams sweetly in the middle of this rockbed of Women's Woes. Dorothy strokes his head, as she plucks him up. In frame another woman, ALICE, 50, speaks passionately to the group. _ 43. ALICE Okay I've finally, finally, gotten my anger straight here. I'm going to visualize Carl being here and finally tell him -- DOROTHY Shhhh! Dorothy exits, protectively stroking her son's head. DOROTHY (continuing) Come on, buddy, we're going to bed. INT. HALLWAY-- NIGHT She stops for a moment, little boy in her hands. The enormity of the day arrives with a thud. DOROTHY (to herself) What did I do? INT. JERRY'S CONDO -- NIGHT Jerry is quickly packing for a road trip. Avery looks on. They are both in a manic state. JERRY The power move is to go unannounced. (sotto) Black suit, right? AVERY (sotto) And the egyptian cotton shirt that works with or without the jacket. (full volume) Tell me again, how was it left with Cush? JERRY (perfect imitation) "Dad says we gwan sleep on it. AVERY Ugh! JERRY (turns, with clothes) Seventy-two clients. ONE stayed. (sotto) Jacket on, tie in pocket. _ 44. AVERY (sotta) Good. (full volume) They're all heatseekers! All of them, everybody. You keep one superstar and they'll all follow. There's no real loyalty, and the first person who told me that, Jerry Maguire, was you. JERRY I think I was trying to sleep with you at the time. AVERY Well, it worked, and I will not let you fail. You are Jerry Ma- fuckin-guire. JERRY That's right. AVERY King of the Housecalls! Master of the Living Room! JERRY Okay, this is working. AVERY You are not a loser. Jerry stops, turns. The way she says "loser" is the most elegant of disses. She wraps her lips around it like a cheap hot dog. JERRY Who said anything about "loser?" Where do you get this word "loser?" AVERY I'm sorry. I was on a roll. I meant something else. When do you want to leave? Jerry zips his brown travel bag shut. He is packed and ready. JERRY Now. AVERY Let's go. I'll drive you. _ 45. JERRY (stops, an odd thought) What if I don't get him? Avery takes his bag, heads for the door. AVERY Function function function. Forward motion is everything. Cush saves all. Jerry takes a breath, exits. Music. AIRPLANE WHEELS folding up. Music continues. INT. RENT-A-CAR -- MORNING Jerry drives the bumpiest Texas backroad ever. Music continues. EXT. CUSHMAN DOOR -- DAY Jerry exits car. Adjusts the jacket. Takes the tie off too, returns to the car and tosses it inside. He walks to the front door with purpose. Suddenly an intercom crackles, jolting him with a booming and cheerful voice: MATT CUSHMAN'S VOICE No sports agents allowed! Ha ha. Jerry spots the small electronic camera pointed at him from the upper-corner of this rustic home. The door buzzes. INT. CUSHMAN HALLWAY/DEN -- DAY Jerry follows the voice down a hallway loaded with Cush memorabilia. Righteous indignation building. MATT CUSHMAN'S VOICE I'm in the back den, Jerry. He moves into the den, finding MATT CUSHMAN, 40, who stands at the living room bar. Two framed game jerseys on the wall. A large draped American flag above the bar. He is a J. Crew cowboy. MATT You like a Bloody Beer, Jerry? Beer and tomato juice -- _ 46. JERRY No thanks. Maguire takes a breath, and sharply begins his pitch. JERRY (continuing) Matt, I came here because in all honesty your son is just another piece of cattle to SMI. But to me -- MATT (overlapping) We decided to stay with you. On pure instinct, he hugs Matt Cushman. The move surprises them both. And somewhere out of nowhere, come a few surprising tears of relief. He has been spared. JERRY Oh, thank you. MATT Told myself -- if he shows up, we'll stick with him. JERRY You know, I'm not a hugger and yet... I can't let go. Matt laughs, as Cush lopes in from the kitchen. Little brother KEITH, 14, enters with him. CUSH Hey, Jerry, what's been going on? INT. DEN -- LATER DAY -- HANDHELD Cush, Matt and Jerry brainstorm around the ceremonial "wagon- wheel table" where decisions are made in this house. Jerry is giddy, charged up, a part of the human race again. MATT I want him to go number one in the draft, and I want him to play. JERRY It's either going to be Denver or San Diego trading up to take him. CUSH (big grin) Hell, I'll either surf or ski. I don't care. _ 47. MATT Denver is where he should be. JERRY I'll give it everything. MATT You know I don't do "contracts." But'cha do have my word, and it's stronger than oak. Jerry toasts Matt with a bloody beer. A good day. INT. RENT-A-CAR/TEXAS -- DAY Jerry drives back on the same bumpy road. On the radio, it's the Rolling Stones. He wants to sing along. He thinks he knows the words, but... JERRY (sings) Feelin... He realizes he doesn't know the words at all. He switches channels. Finds a Rush song, with ornate lyrics. No one will ever know what the words are. He switches again and finds "Let's Groove Tonight" by Earth, Wind and Fire. Excellent. He begins singing nonsense noises, passionately. Switches again. All he wants is to sing along with a song he knows. Finally he finds Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers' "Refugee." He drives through the countryside, singing the call and response of the song, like a happy idiot. INT. DALLAS/FT. WORTH AIRPORT -- DAY Jerry turns into shot. He's on the pay-phone. He's jacked. JERRY Dorothy? Jerry Maguire! Is Avery there? Where can I reach her? INTERCUT INT. DOROTHY/LAUREL'S HOUSE -- DAY Dorothy is at her home work desk. Curious and nervous about the new arrangement. DOROTHY Uh, she had to fly to Atlanta, didn't leave me her hotel number. _ 48. Through the back kitchen door comes CHAD THE NANNY, 29, red hair cropped above the ear. Baggy overalls. Slipping through life with little turbulence. He's with Ray, who holds pieces of wood and a hammer. CHAD The new playhouse rocks, Dotty. RAY (jumping) Yeah! DOROTHY Honey -- later, okay? (Ray jumps on her) Whoop. Wait. JERRY Hello? DOROTHY (back to phone) Sorry, that's my son and the nanny. I had the calls transferred to my home so I could go over your stuff. Chad now notices the slight excited tone in her demeanor. He sits down nearby and listens to her talk to Maguire. JERRY No, that's fine. What calls came in today? DOROTHY Wait. That's yesterday, from the other office. Today is... She flips the call record from yesterday --150 calls -- to today, which is blank. DOROTHY (continuing) ... light. JERRY Shit, it's just so frustrating to not be able to talk to Avery -- AVERY Wait a minute, it has to be one of the NFL hotels we do business with -- let me look -- but in the meantime, about this job -- _ 49. She reaches over Ray to get to her laptop and buzzes through a list of phone numbers. Jerry can't help but share the qood news: JERRY (importantly) Dorothy, let me tell you something, we are back. We are so very very back. I re-signed Cush. We're set. DOROTHY We are? JERRY It's all going to work. DOROTHY I just got goosebumps. She examines her own skin with surprise. JERRY (manic, quiet) It's all going to work. We're going to save the world. DOROTHY Well, I'm happy for you. JERRY Happy for us. Oddly, the phrase affects her physically. DOROTHY Happy for us... okay. Here's the number. 404-453-2222. JERRY Thanks. DOROTHY Call me later, hon. She hangs up, and looks over to Laurel and Chad. Both of them stare at her. DOROTHY (continuing) Wait. Did I just say "hon" to him? CHAD (laughing) Yeah, Dotty. You did. _ 50. DOROTHY Twenty six years old. I'm already saying "hon". Hug your mother quickly -- Chad looks at her, something is different about Dorothy. Laurel walks away, sharing a look with Chad. INT. DALLAS AIRPORT -- DAY Jerry is now teeming with energy, professional and sexual. JERRY Avery, I signed Cush. Again. INTERCUT INT. ATLANTA HOTEL SUITE -- DAY Avery in mid-conference with four other NFL men in background. AVERY YA-HOOOO-SIE! It is the victory call of the competitive girl, and she falls back into a chair, kicking her expensive shoes onto the bed. In the b.g. we see the hungry look of her male co-workers. Part of them lusts after her. The larger part knows she would demolish them, and pick her teeth with their bones. JERRY I know. Sorry I threw a scare into our lives there -- AVERY Don't worry about it -- I never told you what I thought of that memo either -- JERRY Well, no you didn't -- AVERY You lost your head, it happens. (quickly) I'm so fuckin jazzed! Listen. I'm going to have to fly to Chicago tomorrow, how 'bout if we meet in the Dallas airport and we all fly into New York together for the draft? JERRY It's a plan -- -- _ 51. AVERY I'll set it up with your girl. Woo! This is when it's good, Jerry. Enjoy it. Live it. Love it. And when I see you, I'm going to give you the best blow job of your life. He hangs up, staring at the phone. In the room with Avery, the co-workers look at each other. She is far, far out of their league. INT. DOROTHY'S CAR -- LATER MORNING -- DRIVING Dorothy Boyd speeds Jerry to the airport, the electricity fills the car. On the radio, a sports station debates the future of Cushman. as Jerry whips through a stack of sports pages. DOROTHY Avery'll meet you at the B gate at 4:15. Don't be late. Tidwell will already be there. JERRY (nods to Ray) Hey, man, you know they have big balloons built into cars? RAY No. JERRY They do, my brother. RAY (giggling) I'm not your brother! Dorothy continues, business on her mind. DOROTHY ... I put Tidwell on the same floor at the Marriott Marquis. I think it's great you're taking him to the draft. He doesn't smoke, right? I have no idea. _ 52. JERRY I have no idea. (continuing to Ray) So Ray, if there's an accident or something, it goes pwoooooooof -- (simulates air-bag) -- and you go booooong. And you're safe. Jerry bounces against the imaginary balloon. Ray is delighted by Jerry. Dorothy notes that he's great with her son. She pats Jerry on the shoulder. Her hand lingers perhaps a millisecond too long. She pulls away quickly, always feeling on the edge or embarrassing herself around this guy. DOROTHY Okay, have we gone over everything? Back on Tuesday, right? JERRY Yep. Have a good time at school, Ray. Wish me luck. DOROTHY RAY Luck. LUCK! Jerry nods and exits. They watch as Jerry inches into the crowded airport. Into frame, obscuring their view of Jerry, enters another Couple, who embrace each other and their small girl. It's a genuinely sweet goodbye, and we linger on Dorothy and Ray who both watch with private fantasies of the goodbye they didn't get. Mother and son look at each other, communicating volumes. They pull back into traffic. INT. DALLAS AIRPORT -- DAY Jerry struggles through the Dallas airport, is the last, of his party to arrive at the B gate in Dallas. Avery, tall and cool in plaid skirt and shades, is in combat mode. Nearby, Cush is surrounded by fans and fawning Airline Employees. ("Where do you think you're gonna end up, Cush?" "You gonna be rich, dude!") Tidwell looks jealous and ingnored as he leans against the airline counter, unnoticed. A lone kid approaches Tidwell. KID Are you Hootie? TIDWELL (irritated) No man, I'm not Hootie. Kid leaves disappointed. Tidwell sinks lower. Doesn't anyone know his stardom, his essence, his power? _ 53. BOARDING ANNOUNCEMENT All those disabled, and Frank Cushman can board now... INT. AIRPLANE -- DAY Jerry sits next to Cushman, who is reading Bukowski's Notes of a Dirty Old Man. Across the aisle is Tidwell, who sits next to Avery. They are a small family, and Jerry feels at home with his operation. Cush looks up suddenly. CUSH (a big thought) Jerry. Why does God sometimes reward the evil and punish the good? Jerry shares a look with Avery, who is on the other side of Cush. Her stockings swish as she crosses her legs. JERRY Let me think about that. Want something to drink? CUSH (thoughtful pause) I see what you're saying. JERRY Wait. What do you mean? The two men have now totally confused each other. Tidwell leans across the aisle to Cush, attempting comraderie. TIDWELL Hey man, I wish I had a quarterback like you in Arizona. You're the shit. Cush looks up. Compliments blow off him like a summer breeze. CUSH Thank ya. Tidwell waits for a compliment of his own, but Cush doesn't offer one. He returns to the book. Tidwell feels slighted. TIDWELL (loud mumble) Well you ain't that mothafuckin good. CUSH Say what? _ 54. TIDWELL I said -- last I heard, Jesus Christ was still in heaven. And you ain't even played in the NFL. Cush throws his book away, ready for anything, as Tidwell rises. Nearby passengers begin to panic. JERRY This can't be happening to me. AVERY Jerry! Do something -- Jerry throws himself in front of Cushman. JERRY HEY. Knock it off. What are you, five years old? Am I taking the kids to Chuck E. Cheese here? Grow up, both of you! We are a family. And we go to the draft in an ORDERLY FASHION. Beat. Jerry wonders if he's pushed his mealtickets around too much. TIDWELL Hey, man, I dig Check E. Cheese. CUSH Me too, dude. Especially that big old singin' Elvis Monkey. That's just insanity, man. TIDWELL Heard that. Tidwell reaches over, he and Cush exchange a fingertips five. Briefly, the two clients bond. Past Tidwell, Avery smiles engagingly at Jerry. He handled the situation well. She crosses her legs, stockings swishing. The workplace excites her. EXT. MARRIOTT MARQUIS -- NIGHT The headquarters for the NFL draft is buzzing with activity. Limo doors open and out pours Maguire and company. Media lights flick on, bathing Cush. Reporters chatter. ("Is it San Diego or Denver, Cush?N "Cush!") Fans at the outskirts are calling out to the young star ("Go get the big chi-ching, Cush!") Avery smoothly pulls ESPN into the front position. Telegenic Cush shrugs and smiles. ("I'll either surf or ski.") Jerry admires his fiancee. There is nothing more attractive than a person burningly efficient at their job. _ 55. Shot drifts off this media bubble to find Tidwell watching at the outskirts. He turns and exits unnoticed. INT. GIFT SHOP -- NIGHT -- LATER Tidwell hides out in the gift shop, thumbing through magazines. The chip on his shoulder grows by the minute. Elsewhere in the gift shop, he sees the very real and emotional scene of a young athlete and his mother. Both wear self-promoting colorful homemade t-shirts with the young athlete's face on it. Something about them, their pure enthusiasm, rubs Tidwell in an odd way. He almost cries, for himself, for humanity, as Jerry enters. Tidwell is embarrassed to have been caught in this misty state. JERRY At last I find you. TIDWELL (sharply) Why the fuck am I here? I feel like I'm five years late for the Prom. In a look, Jerry sizes up the situation. With a hand on Tidwell's large shoulder, he smoothly pumps up the big man's ego. JERRY Come on. Come with me. We're going to take a walk through this lobby. I want every media guy, every player rep, everybody to see you for what you are. The best- kept secret in the NFL. The biggest wide-receiver in the game. Let 'em see ya, Rod. And Whatever you do, don't sit down. Let 'em see how big you are. You ready? Let's do it. He is privately thrilled, but offers only: TIDWELL (begrudgingly) A'right. Let's walk. We hear the ripping guitar explosion of The Who's "Magic Bus" from Live at Leeds. _ 56. INT. MARRIOTT LOBBY -- NIGHT Maguire and Tidwell move through the brightly-lit lobby, past the reporters, the competing agents, the team representatives, the already blasted Jets fans, past even a Nike crew filming an NFL spot in the lobby. Portable phones everywhere, in every hand. There is a heavy white media light bathing everything -- as if life had become a t.v. show, and everything within it concerned making other t.v. shows. Jerry works hard, introduces Tidwell around. And Tidwell is natural, polite and charming, as they move through the pre-draft crowd. He does not sit down. Music continues. INT. MARRIOTT BAR -- DAY Tough red-headed beat reporter PATRICIA LOGAN watches Maguire and Tidwell from the opposite corner. PATRICIA Dennis, try not to laugh. Jerry Maguire brought Rod Tidwell to the draft... INT. ARIZONA CARDINALS WAR ROOM PHOENIX) -- NIGHT Arizona General Manager DENNIS WILBURN, 48, is on the phone here in the command center for the Arizona Cardinals. All around him, we see the boards and graphs for their upcoming draft selections. WILBURN Good, I hope he unloads him so I can buy a decent quarterback. Who's he talking to? PATRICIA Right now, Dallas. Ha ha. WILBURN They don't look interested do they? PATRICIA Actually... Wilburn looks concerned. INT. MARRIOTT ESCALATOR -- NIGHT Jerry and Tidwell rise triumphantly to the mezzanine level above the bright-white lobby. Maguire looks down at the scene. He breathes in the commotion. In another twelve hours, he will be at the very epicenter with Cushman. _ 57. TIDWELL I came all the way here for that? To walk the lobby? JERRY Yeah. And it might have even worked too. TIDWELL Let's do it again. Jerry doesn't respond. Down in the lobby, Jerry catches a glimpse of a familiar-looking agent. It's Sugar. Jerry is consumed with a thousand other thoughts, but Tidwell continues talking. TIDWELL (continuing) You believe they're shooting a Nike ad down there? Did I ever tell you my Nike story? JERRY I gotta get back to Cushman. TIDWELL Okay, I understand. I'll boil it down for ya. Fuck Nike. All they do is ignore me... Jerry turns to Tidwell, finally focusing totally on him. JERRY You know what was great about you down there? For about five minutes, you unloaded that rather expansive, let me just say "large" chip that resides right there on your shoulder, and you know what? You were brilliant. Take care. Jerry starts to exit. TIDWELL You're loving me now, aren't ya? JERRY (mock serious) I'm not about love -- I'm about "showing you the money." Tidwell nods deeply, respectfully. _ 58. TIDWELL Good. I was just testing ya. (beat) But just you saying that? Makes me love ya. JERRY Get some sleep. See you tomorrow. TIDWELL Sure you don't want to go out and find some karoake? I'm a very good singer, man -- JERRY Call me tomorrow. TIDWELL I might call you later! Tidwell moves off, still feeling good about the walk. A small pack of diehard Jets fans pass, looking for autographs. INT. CUSH'S SUITE -- NIGHT We glide into Frank Cushman's suite overlooking Times Square. It's filled with NFL swag -- free t-shirts, athletic bags, sweatpants, and more. Half-finished room service food abounds. Matt, Keith and Cush's stylish college girlfriend ANNE-LOUISE mill about the room, basking in the glow of the man of the moment. Cush, who holds a guitar in his lap, wears the odd combination of a Nirvana t-shirt and a NFL jacket. He signs for more room service and continues strumming the only song he knows on guitar, Cobain's "Something In The Way." Jerry enters on a rush of adrenalin. CUSH (to hotel waiter) Hey, what size are you? WAITER Eleven. CUSH (grandly) Why don't you grab a couple pairs of them new Nikes by the door -- Waiter spots a very tall stack of new Nikes by the door. WAITER Dude, you're like a God. _ 59. CUSH (immediately) God, you're like a dude. It's a great line, and the room breaks up. This is charisma, the future of the NFL. Waiter exits, as Cush continues strumming. And now Jerry speaks, importantly. JERRY Cush, Matt -- we have a decision to make. CUSH "It's okay to eat fish, 'cause they Don't have any feelings... JERRY Okay. San Diego just came in with a last-minute scenario. It's big. CUSH "Something in the way. Yeah." MATT Well, he's gotta go number one. CUSH "Ooooooo." JERRY He still goes number one, but San Diego wants to trade up with New England -- they want him bad. Cush turns to his curiously ambivalent father, who walks to the window and looks out at the big Jumbotron with Keith. MATT What happened to Denver? JERRY Denver got very silent about a day ago. San Diego's got a fever for Cush. This stuff tends to happen the night before a draft. People get crazy. And San Diego, you should know, is crazy to the tune of seven years for thirty. Signing bonus of eight. (beat) Million. Anne-Louise whistles loudly. She is instantly embarrassed, and puts a hand up. Sorry. In the next room, the phone is ringing. _ 60. MATT I don't know, Jerry. KEITH Should I unplug the phone? CUSH Reporters, Jerry. They been callin' all night. JERRY Just be friendly and say "no comment." CUSH Talking and saying nothing, man, it's an art I have not mastered. Jerry holds up a finger -- watch me. Jerry picks up the ringing phone. He offers a near-perfect imitation. JERRY "This is Cush." Suddenly, everyone is, laughing. The room lightens. INT. BOB SUGAR'S HOTEL ROOM -- DAY Bob Sugar talks on his hotel phone. SUGAR It's Sugar. He must be there, right? Just sniff or something if he's there. (Jerry sniffs, panicked) Alright, buddydude. Just remember. You're swimming with the big boys now. You let your dad do all the talking. I'm the one who got you the deal you needed. This is business not friendship. Be strong. You're global now. Sugar hangs up. JERRY "No comment. Jerry hangs up. The room is still laughing. His head is spinning. KEITH Hey, it's Cush on the big t.v. again! _ 61. CUSH Hell, I'm already sick of me. I got "Cushlash." More laughs. Jerry sits across from Matt, reeling quietly. He speaks casually, directly. JERRY Look, before I go back to Denver. I think we should put something down on paper. Something that says, "hey, I'm with Jerry Maguire." He pulls out a yellow legal tablet. He scribbles a few lines, as Matt looks increasingly nervous. MATT Not right now, Jerry. JERRY Do I know everything there is to know here? (silent beat) You fellas aren't talking with Bob Sugar, are you? More silence. MATT Apparently, Denver wanted to deal with him instead of you. JERRY (quickly) Said who? Sugar? MATT Hey, I'm learning as I go. JERRY So you empowered Bob Sugar to deal with Denver behind my back? MATT I'm sorry, I -- JERRY I brought Denver to twenty million. Denver deals with me all the time. You listened to Sugar? You let that snake in the door. Jerry touches the coffee table. Calms himself. _ 62. JERRY (continuing) It's okay. You want Denver. I'll fix this up. You didn't sign anything with Sugar, right? Another rough silence is broken by little brother Keith. KEITH (blurts) Mr. Maguire, someday I'm gonna be a famous athlete and I'm gonna sign with you'. JERRY Shut up! (beat) I'm sorry... sorry. KEITH (sympathy for Jerry) S' cool. Shot moves in on Jerry. JERRY Now. Wait. You didn't actually sign with Sugar, did you? Tell me you didn't sign. (beat) Because I'm still sort of moved by your "my word is stronger'n oak" thing -- MATT We signed an hour ago. You were in the lobby with the black fella. Jerry moans. Silently, he rises and begins to gather his things. Cush hangs on to his guitar. CUSH I'm sorry, Jerry. MATT They say it's show "business," Jerry, not show friends. Jerry takes a breath before he exits. He surveys the room, settling on Cush. Visible behind Maguire is Times Square, in all it's neon logo glory. _ 63. JERRY Well. Okay. Of course. You're twenty years old, and I'm just another guy in a suit. It's all business. It didn't work out. You didn't buy my product, which is, unfortunately, mm. Let me see, there's a speech that I'm supposed to make -- right! -- "I'll be out there cheering for you." "The door is always open!" See? I'm a class act. (breath, directly) But maybe this would have all worked, us being real human beings, coming through for each other, really, and now I'll never know. You'll never know. Weren't you curious? (they aren't) No. Okay, well, I'll be fine. And you'll be fine. And Keith I bope you do call me. Flushed and embarrassed, he exits. We hang a beat on the silent Cushman hotel livingroom, as Cush now continues on guitar. INT. LOBBY -- NIGHT Jerry exits elevator dazed, at full trot. The Marriott lobby is packed. He is looking for Avery. Beat reporter Patricia Logan reappears. She relishes asking brutal questions, innocently. PATRICIA LOGAN Jerry, is it true that Tidwell's had three concussions? JERRY I'm sorry... excuse me... INT. BALLROOM -- NIGHT Jerry enters the grand ballroom, looking for Avery. Endorsement placards in evidence everywhere. NFL reps and media workers move tables and work out camera and seating arrangements. Elevated in a open ESPN booth six feet off the ground, host Chris Berman records voice-overs for tomorrow's draft. Fans heckle him by singing the ESPN theme. He rolls with it, expertly. Jerry spots Avery across the empty ballroom, moving fast, passing out media packets on the empty tables. _ 64. INT. ADJACENT BUFFET ROOM -- NIGHT Jerry finally catches up with Avery in the empty side-room. AVERY I just heard. JERRY What do I do? How do I spin this? AVERY Oh honey. It's spun. She keeps moving, adding an extra snap to the packets. JERRY What did I do to you? She is furious with his question. Doesn't he know? AVERY It's all about you, isn't it? Soothe me, save me, love me -- JERRY Could you just stop moving? AVERY I have to finish my job -- JERRY Everything's on the fucking run! Everything -- She stops. Walks to him, framed by a bank of t.v. monitors. AVERY Jerry. You and I are salespeople. We sell -- JERRY Look, I don't want a -- AVERY It's not "love me." It's not "trust my handshake." It's make the sale. Get it signed. There shouldn't be "confusion" about that. JERRY Go ahead. Jump right on into my nightmare. The water's warm. _ 65. AVERY So honesty is outlawed here, I can't be honest? She turns and exits again. He follows. JERRY Tell you what -- I'd prefer loyalty.. AVERY What was our deal when we first got together? Brutal truth, remember? JERRY I think you added the "brutal." She stops, slaps down another media packet. Blows a troublesome piece of hair out of her face. AVERY Jerry, there is a "sensitivity" thing that some people have. I don't have it. I don't cry at movies. I don't gush over babies. I don't start celebrating Christmas five months early, and I don't tell a man who just screwed up both of our lives -- 'oh, poor baby.' That's me. For better or worse. But I do love you. Jerry looks at his fiancee. Standing here, watching Avery coldly clasping her media packs to her chest, she looks different to him. JERRY Avery -- She knows what's coming. She moves fast to avoid him. AVERY Don't say it. We're both ragged out right now. JERRY -- stop -- She exits back into the main ballroom. For a moment, she stops. They face off. This is it. They are quickly interrupted by overweight, talk-show voiced CURTIS WEINTRAUB, 45. _ 66. CURTIS WEINTRAUB Hey! Curtis Weintraub from the Sports Popper! Haven't seen you two since the Cuervo Gold Rock 'n Sock Charity Six Flags Budfest! Hello! Neither look at him, they remain fixed on each other. Curtis gets a whiff of what he walked into. CURTIS WEINTRAUB (continuing; exiting quickly) Goodbye! AVERY I'm warning you. Don't say it. You won't have another chance. JERRY Listen to me! AVERY No. JERRY It's over -- She continues moving into the next room. AVERY Didn't hear it. JERRY There is something missing here. AVERY You've never been alone and you can't be alone -- JERRY Listen to me, it's over. She can barely believe it. She blinks. AVERY No one has ever dumped me. JERRY I'm not trying to make history. _ 67. AVERY I did the 23 hour nose-route to the top of El Capitan in 6 hours! I can make this work. JERRY (it slips out) No. She takes a breath. It sinks in. From somewhere, the small voice of her vulnerability. AVERY Oh Jerry. JERRY (steps closer) You know I didn't ever want to hurt you. She gets an odd look, shaking her head. Starts to step away, then thinks better of it. She WALLOPS him in the face with the back of her hand. Jerry stands like a woozy boxer. She hits him again with a fist, then again in the chest. He sinks to the floor, sagging. backwards. She straddles him, addresses him fully, right in his bruised face. AVERY I won't let you hurt me, Jerry. I'm too strong for you. Loser. INT. JFK AIRPORT -- NEXT MORNING Jerry moves through the crowded airport with Rod Tidwell. Both wear sunglasses. TIDWELL You love me now, don't you? JERRY Very much. ON TV MONITOR -- ROY FIRESTONE is leaning forward, expressively, talking with a weepy athlete. INT. RED CARPET LOUNGE -- DAY Tidwell watches next to Jerry, as they wait for the flight. Jerry nurses a stiff drink. TIDWELL Everybody on this show cries now. _ 68. JERRY Rod -- TIDWELL (off t.v. ) You feel bad you tested positive? Quit doing blow! You feel bad about your baby girl? Why did you leave the mother? JERRY What are you doing with me, Rod? TIDWELL Huh? JERRY Don't you even see -- I'm finished. I'm fucked. Twenty-four hours ago, I was hot. Now... I'm a cautionary tale! Tidwell looks at Jerry, impassive. JERRY (continuing) See this jacket I'm wearing? You like it? I don't really need it, because I'm CLOAKED IN FAILURE. I lost the number one draft pick the night before the draft. They will teach my story to other agents on "do not do this" day in agent school. Why? Let's recap. Because a hockey player's kid made me feel like a superficial jerk, I had two slices of bad pizza, went to bed, grew a conscience and wrote a 25-page Manifesto of Doom! TIDWELL Well, boo-fucking-hoo. JERRY The least you could do is nod and act sympathetic -- TIDWELL (shaking head) No. JERRY It's a quality that might come in handy for a commercial sometime. _ 69. TIDWELL You are not allowed to act this way. JERRY Why not? INT. AIRPLANE -- LATER DAY They sit together. Jerry holds another drink. TIDWELL Man, I got a shelf life of ten years, tops! My next contract's gotta bring me the dollars that'11 last me and mine a very long time. I'm out of this sport in five years. What's my family gonna live on? What you get me. So I don't want to hear about ya shit, your "nya nya nya." JERRY (ruefully, to attendant) Another drink please. TIDWELL Anybody else would have left you by now, but I'm sticking with you. I said I would. And if I got to ride your ass like Zorro, you're gonna show me the money. JERRY (the hell that never ends) Oh my God. He looks straight ahead, at the airphone in front of him. EXT. PORCH -- NIGHT Dorothy finds Laurel on their small porch. There is only room for a miniature garden and one comfortable seat. Laurel sits in it. DOROTHY He's coming over. LAUREL At eleven at night? _ 70. DOROTHY He just lost his best client. He called from the plane. I invited the guy over. LAUREL Dotty -- this is not "guy.". This is a "syndrome." It's called Early Midlife, About-To-Marry, Hanging Onto The-Bottom-Rung Dear- God-Don't-Let-Me-Be-Alone, I'll- Call-My-Newly Long-suffering- Assistant-Without Medical-For- Company Syndrome. And if, knowing all that, you still allow him to come over, more power to you. DOROTHY Honey, he's engaged. And for the first time in my professional life, I'm a part of something I believe in. Dorothy exits. Laurel shakes her head, calls to next room. LAUREL Okay, but he better not be good looking! INT. RAY'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT Dorothy puts Ray to bed. DOROTHY 'Night buddy. This is my favorite part of your head. She kisses the corner of his forehead, rising up into the mirror. She checks her look, in spite of herself. Visible on the wall above Ray's bed, is her ex-husband's photo. Music. INT. CAB -- NIGHT Jerry in back of a cab, wearing sunglasses, three drinks later, post-flight, rolling with anything. JERRY Okay, turn here! Sharp right turn. 8831 3/4 Waterloo. The cab turns onto a very small street. Cars parked on both sides. Down the street, another pair of headlights. _ 71. Jerry's cab refuses to give in, in fact he floors it. Same with the oncoming car. JERRY (continuing) Yes, good, floor it, kill us!! EXT. DOROTHY'S FRONT PORCH -- NIGHT Door opens to reveal Jerry Maguire with brown bag, shoulder hang-up bag, disheveled hair and sunglasses. JERRY I'm Jerry Maguire. LAUREL (super pleasant) You seem just the way I pictured you. I'm her disapproving sister Laurel. JERRY Honesty. Thank you. INT. LIVING ROOM Jerry enters, as Dorothy rounds the corner. DOROTHY Hey you. JERRY Hi. The lights are low and his glasses are very dark. JERRY (continuing) Thanks for inviting me over. Where's the little guy? DOROTHY He's asleep. Watch out for that lamp. JERRY I'm glad you're home. That "alone" thing is... not my specialty... He ducks the lamp, barely. Laurel exits through his shot, miming "drinking" behind his back. Jerry takes off his glasses, revealing a welt and a cut below his eye. _ 72. DOROTHY Oh my God. JERRY Yeah. That too. I broke up with Avery. Dorothy's entire body chemistry changes in ways she doesn't quite understand. DOROTHY Too bad. JERRY Better now than later. We'll still be friends. I'm dying here. DOROTHY Jesus, it's a real gash, isn't it? JERRY And just think if I got her the ring she really wanted. Dorothy laughs. He looks at her strangely. Suddenly she feels very nervous, as he sets down his bags. DOROTHY Sorry. Uh, let me see, have a seat. I'll get you some aloe vera for that cut too. JERRY Do you have something to drink? DOROTHY Sure -- She moves to the kitchen door. She is about to exit, when Jerry begins to unburden. JERRY My brother works for the White House. He pretends he's an intellectual. He pretends he's from the east coast. She turns, not quite sure what his point is. She waits politely for Jerry to finish before exiting into the kitchen. JERRY (continuing) I was supposed to be the successful one. (more) _ 73. JERRY (cont'd) But I don't want to talk about it. And yet! My family. I grew up with repression as a... a religion --you don't bitch. No moaning! Head down. Do it, whatever "it" may be. My dad... he worked for the United Way for 38 years! You know what he said when he retired? He said, "I wish I'd had a more comfortable chair." 38 years he sat in it! Do you know what I'm saying, Dorothy? Repression as a religion. I'm almost as old as his chair. He rubs his face. She looks at him, and the situation slightly overwhems her. Here he is, wide-open, ripe for the taking. DOROTHY Beer okay? JERRY Yeah, thanks. INT. KITCHEN Laurel smokes a cigarette and blows it out the window. Dorothy goes for the refrigerator, finds a couple beers. LAUREL I heard. DOROTHY No kidding. I looked over and saw the shadow of two curious shoes in the doorway of the kitchen. LAUREL This guy would go home with a gardening tool right now if it showed interest. (off Dorothy's look) Wait. Use the frosted glasses. DOROTHY (surprised) Thank you. LAUREL Look, here's some of that chicken with salsa too, I warmed it up -- _ 74. DOROTHY That's the girl I love. LAUREL But you just gotta hear me out on one thing. You're very responsible with Ray and you know it's not right for a little boy to hear some strange man's voice in the house. DOROTHY As opposed to twenty angry women? Dorothy turns quickly and the beer, sisters and chicken collide in the small kitchen. Dorothy deftly catches the food in her t-shirt, and dumps it back onto the plate. But her shirt is now stained. She starts to quietly implode, and Laurel takes command. They know each other well. LAUREL Come on, let's get you another top -- They exit to nearby laundry room. EXT. HOUSE/WINDOW OUTSIDE LAUNDRY ROOM -- NIGHT Now camera starts to move around the house, from this window showing the two sisters in the laundry room, to the living room where Jerry sits alone. We see Ray wander into the room and stare at Jerry. INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Jerry, who is playing with a kaleidoscope on the table, looks up to see Ray. RAY Hi. JERRY Hi Ray. INT. LAUNDRY ROOM -- SAME TIME LAUREL All I'm saying. You don't have the luxury of falling for some drowning man. Be practical. Now. Which top? She holds up two tops. One is sexier with a dipped down front. The other is striped, cute, functional. _ 75. DOROTHY Okay, you want to talk about practical? Let's talk about my wonderful life. Do you know what most other women my age are doing right now? They are partying in clubs, trying to act stupid, trying to get a man, trying to keep a man... not me. I'm trying to RAISE a man. She grabs the sexier top, and puts it on. DOROTHY (continuing) I've got a 24 hour a day reminder of Roger, for the rest of my life. I have had three lovers in four years, all boring, all achingly self-sufficient all friends of yours I might add, and all of them running a distant second to a warm bath. Look at me, Laurel, look at me. I'm the oldest 26 year old in the world! How do I look? LAUREL Good. DOROTHY Thanks. INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Jerry and Ray have a great conversation, playing tug with a piece of rope. RAY And then my dad died and my mom took me to the zoo and I love the zoo. Do you hate the zoo or do you love the zoo? JERRY Wait. I want to tell you more about my dad. RAY Let's go the zoo. JERRY Okay. I've been hogging it. You're right. (more) _ 76. JERRY (cont'd) All my life I've been trying to talk, really talk, and no one wants to listen. You know that feeling? Ray nods vigorously. RAY Let's go right now. Let's go to the zoo. JERRY Aw, the fucking thing... I mean, the zoo is closed. RAY You said "fuck". JERRY Yeah I know. I did. Ray loves this guy. He pats Jerry's knee. RAY I won't tell. JERRY We'll go to the zoo sometime. Okay? I think I might have some time on my hands. Ray looks at Jerry's hands. RAY I don't see any. JERRY (points respectfully) Funny. RAY Funny... (imitates him) (hears mom approaching) I better go to bed. Ray hugs Jerry and exits. Jerry sits contemplating the kid for a moment. The door swings open and a harried Dorothy appears in the sexier top, but with a distinctly less sexy attitude, and a tray. _ 77. DOROTHY Drinks. Food. Plus, I called you a cab. JERRY (slightly confused) Good idea. Thank you. And we should keep our voices down a little. I have a little boy asleep. JERRY (continuing) Right. Of course. Jerry tries to twist open the beer, ripping at his palm. It's not a twist-off. She hands him an opener. He opens it, inelegantly. DOROTHY So. Our company. She watches the drunken man, who drinks. Then coughs a little. Then stands. JERRY Okay. Lil' speech before I go. He gets up, woozy, but loose. Powerfully: JERRY (continuing) Do. Not. Worry. About. Your. Job. (beat) Our company is in good shape. You and your son... we... are just fine. You still have a job. I want you to feel confident! In. Me. And I have a problem with people who talk about themselves in the third person, but let me tell you something about Jerry Maguire. His confidence nicely fueled, Jerry reaches for a fireplace poker. He begins to joust with an imaginary opponent. JERRY (continuing) Come after me and you will lose I am a survivor! Do not underestimate Jerry Maguire! I've got wits! (more) _ 78. JERRY (cont'd) I've got the instincts of a panther! (joust) I've got Dorothy Boyd on my side! DOROTHY Don't worry about me. I can get jobs -- JERRY We will be fine! DOROTHY -- especially one like this. JERRY And I am... He becomes very aware of himself. Acting out in a virtual stranger's small-but-comfortable living room. JERRY (continuing) I am drunk. He collapses onto the sofa, embarrassed. Shaking his head. Dorothy scoots closer in an adjacent chair. She breaks the personal barrier, carefully touching his wound with the wet tip of the aloe vera plant. DOROTHY Truth? JERRY Sure. Dorothy turns to see that Laurel's two shoes are still very visible at the kitchen door. Decides to ignore them. She gets closer. DOROTHY Sure, I care about the job. Of course. But mostly... (very honest) ... I want to be inspired. There is something inspiring about the way she says the word "inspiring." JERRY Me too. DOROTHY What you wrote inspired me. _ 79. He is catching a scent of that most ancient elixer. A woman's affection. Their heads inch closer together. DOROTHY (continuing) I'm working with you because of that memo... JERRY Mission... statement... They kiss. It turns rather passionate. She places a cool hand on his cheek. He places a hand on her breast. The taxi beeps outside. She pulls away. Both regard the hand on her breast. DOROTHY Well. JERRY Sorry about this hand. (he rises unsteadily) You know that feeling -- you're not completely embarrassed yet, but you glimpe tomorrow's embarrassment? DOROTHY Don't worry about it, boss. JERRY Oh shit. You said "boss." DOROTHY Yeah, I did. JERRY Now I feel like Clarence Thomas. DOROTHY No. No don't feel like Clarence Thomas. JERRY No, I do. I feel like Clarence Thomas. (the worst day ever) I'm like... harrassing you... right now. DOROTHY I may not sue. He laughs a little. Music. Unsure what more to say, Jerry rubs his face. And then: _ 80. JERRY Well, good evening. DOROTHY Good evening. He stands, returns the fireplace poker to her, and exits. Stumbling slightly on the first step leading down from the front porch, he recovers with style. JERRY We'll be okay. And I'm going to take my... one client and we're gonna go all the way. He takes a few more steps, re-balancing bags, coughs a little. He is a mess, and he knows it. JERRY (continuing; loving the dark humor) Hey. I'm back. She laughs, waves, and exits back into the kitchen. She regards the poker still in her hand. Laurel watches her conflicted, slightly lovesick sister. INT. CAB -- NIGHT Jerry in the back of the cab. He turns for a moment, looking back at the warm house he's just left. Something is scratching at his soul, trying to get in. Music continues. He was strangely comfortable there, as the house disappears from his view. FADE TO EXT. TEMPE PRACTICE AREA -- DAY Rod Tidwell races to catch up to a wobbly, overthrown pass. He snags it out of the air, and moves gracefully downfield. He turns back to shout at the quarterback for the wobbly pass, and slams into a padding post. Dennis Wilburn, the GM we met earlier, crosses in front of Maguire, giving him a look. Maguire forges ahead anyway. JERRY We gotta talk about his contract, Dennis. WILBURN Your timing is impeccable, Maguire. Gee, I can't imagine how you ever lost Cush... _ 81. Wilburn moves on, scoffing loudly. INT. LOCKER ROOM SHOWER AREA -- DAY Jerry stands in pre-season locker-room. Off-stage we hear a shower. In the b.g., one of those locker-room psych-up signs like: Injuries happen first in the mind. JERRY I started talking with Dennis Wilburn about your renegotation. Rod emerges naked, dripping wet, pissed. TIDWELL Did you tell him about the "ten million for four years?" JERRY Uh, not today, but -- TIDWELL John Taylor. J.J. Stokes. Andre Rison. I SMOKE all these fools, and yet they're making the big sweet dollars. They're making the money, and I got an agent that ain't even put the number on the table. JERRY I understand your anxiety. TIDWELL Maybe you don't. Because it's not just the money I deserve. It's not just the "coin." It's the... He says this next word royally, as if it's fine silk. TIDWELL (continuing) -- the kwan. JERRY That's your word? TIDWELL Yeah, man, it means love, respect, community... and the dollars too. The package. The kwan. JERRY (impressed) But how did you get "kwan?" _ 82. TIDWELL (irritated) I got there from "coin," dude. Coin, coin... kwaaaan. JERRY Great word. Towel? TIDWELL No, I air-dry. JERRY Rod, I say this with great respect, but those players you mentioned are marquee players and -- A portable phone beeps. TIDWELL Is that your porty or mine? JERRY You. Tidwell rummages in his bag. Finds one of two porties and answers the one with a Polaroid of Marcee taped to it. TIDWELL Hi baby. Yeah, I'm just breakin' in the new agent. He says I'm not marquee. I know... I know... Tidwell holds up the phone so Jerry can hear the sound of Marcee going off. TIDWELL (continuing) My wife is upset with you. INT. LOCKER ROOM MIRROR -- DAY The conversation continues as Tidwell fixes hair in the mirror. Jerry speaks to the reflection, taking him on, gesturing passionately. Tidwell, still naked, may or may not be listening. JERRY Here's what I'm saying. This is a renegotiation. We want more from them, so let's show them more from us. Let's show them your pure joy of the game, let's bury the Attitude a little, let's show them -- _ 83. TIDWELL (irritated) You're telling me to dance. JERRY No, I'm saying to be -- He mimes a dainty little showboat-touchdown dance. TIDWELL (little voice) "Love me love me love me... put me on t.v." (pissed) That's the iconography of rascism, man! JERRY Rod, I'm not a rascist. I'm telling you to be the best version of you, to get back to the guy who first started playing this game. Way back when you were a kid. It wasn't just about the money, was it? Tidwell gives him a look. Money was always a factor. TIDWELL Do your job, man, don't tell me to dance. JERRY Fine. He begins gathering his things. TIDWELL I'm an athlete, not an entertainer. These are the ABC's of ME. Get it? I don't dance. Jerry rubs face. TIDWELL (continuing) What's wrong. JERRY Forget it. Forget it. TIDWELL No tell me. _ 84. JERRY I'm out here for you! You don't know what it's like to be me out here for you. It is an up-at-dawn pride-swallowing seige that I will never fully tell you about! Okay?! Help me help you help me help you. TIDWELL You're hanging by a very thin thread, dude. And I dig that about you. Jerry has had enough for one day. JERRY (loopy, punch-drunk, arms flailing) Hey. I'm happy to entertain you! I'll see you in L.A.! Tidwell watches his agent lurch off, muttering and swaying. TIDWELL See, man, that's the difference. between us. You think we're fighting, I think we're finally talking! INT. LAX AIRPORT -- DAY Jerry moves slowly through crowded airport, preoccupied with thought. INT. JERRY'S HOME OFFICE -- LATER DAY Jerry enters, carrying bags, weary. Dorothy greets him. They are stuck in his small condo, and the scent of their previous encounter is still in the air. She hands him a list of his calls. DOROTHY Dennis Wilburn called from Arizona to say he's faxing in the new Tidwell offer on Thursday morning, and you'll be happy. JERRY (jolted into happiness) Happy. He said "happy?" DOROTHY Actually he said "glad." _ 85. JERRY Good. Good. Glad is good. DOROTHY Plus, you could use that commission. She hands him a financial report she's done. He takes a quick look, seeing the thorough work she's already done. JERRY I sunk most of what I had into this condo, which devalued, and -- DOROTHY You don't have to explain. JERRY Look, the other night, I want to apologize. DOROTHY (can't read her) Yeah, what happened there. JERRY We're two people working together and we can't have an atmosphere. DOROTHY I'm relieved you said that. JERRY I mean, the other night was... I felt like you understood something I could barely even say, something way down deep in the murk -- (beat) -- but we have a company here to think about. I won't ever take advantage of you in that way again. DOROTHY (evenly) Oh good. JERRY You walked out on a job for me, and I won't ruin that. DOROTHY Exactly because I know this is a time when you need to be alone with your thoughts. (more) _ 86. DOROTHY (cont'd) Think about everything that's gone wrong, how to fix them, and just be... alone, alone, alone. Dorothy in the background of the shot, watching his reaction. JERRY You want to go out to dinner? INT. DOROTHY'S LIVING ROOM -- DAY Dorothy looks for a jacket as Laurel helms the Divorced Women's group in the living room. Jan speaks through her whistly braces, gesturing with a too-full glass of red wine. JAN I broke up with the Cowboy. And now he's stalking me... ALICE What's the current definition of stalking? WOMAN # 1 Coming over uninvited. JAN (thoughtful) So Romeo under the trellis... was a stalker. Meaningful sounds of revelation, as Dorothy finds the jacket. INT. HALLWAY -- NIGHT Dorothy stops in the hallway to see that Jerry Maguire has arrived at the back-kitchen door. She watches unseen as Maguire shakes hands with Chad the Nanny and is hit suddenly by a flying hug from Ray. He gives the kid an athletic bag, which is filled with state-of-the-art promotional athletic wear, etc. ("Brought you some swag.") Ray continues hugging Jerry. INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT Jerry is a little embarrassed by the affections of the kid. Dorothy enters. Expertly breezy. DOROTHY Hey, looks like you've got a fan. _ 87. JERRY (outdressed) Wow. That's more than a dress. That's an Audrey Hepburn movie. DOROTHY Yeah -- guess I got revved up at the idea of an evening among adults -- no offense buster. (then) You meet Chad the nanny? JERRY Yeah, I did -- am I dressed okay? I guess I didn't realize we were... He doesn't finish the words "going out on a date." The cacaphony of the Boyd home swirls around Maguire. It's a new sensation for this bachelor. DOROTHY Don't let him stay up too late. CHAD (grandly) Hey, man, tonight I'm going to teach Ray about jazz. DOROTHY Good, that'll put him to sleep early. No offense. She twirls toward the door, grabbing her purse. CHAD You know, you people have a jazz problem in this house. Laurel enters, adding to the chaos, adlibbing hellos. RAY I wanna go too. Laurel gives Ray a look. Ray backs down, as Jerry hears snatches of the Women's group going full blast in the living room. DOROTHY We'll see you soon, honey. Bye. JERRY Bye you guys. _ 88. Ray extends his arms, he wants a hug. Jerry bends down awkwardly to give him one, and Ray plants a kiss on Jerry's cheek. All are surprised, especially Jerry. Dorothy is struck and moved. Shot falls on Ray who watches Jerry exit with wonder. Even at his age, he knows a prize when he sees one. INT. KITCHEN-- NIGHT Laurel looks out the window, watches her sister exiting. She is equal parts jealous and protective. She spots keys on counter. She grabs them and runs out to catch her sister on the lawn. "All Shook Down." Replacements. EXT. DOROTHY'S HOUSE -- NIGHT Jerry and Dorothy exit through the many cars which we now see are parked on the street and the front lawn. The sound of the Women's group is heard in the warmly glowing house behind them. LAUREL Hey! As Jerry moves ahead to the car, Dorothy retreats so she can have privacy with her sister. LAUREL (continuing) Forgot your keys -- DOROTHY (privately) That's the first time I ever saw him kiss a man, like a dad, wasn't that just... thrilling? (eyes tear up) I mean, he must have been needing that. Women's group laughter in the distance as Laurel attempts to glue her emotional sister back together. She holds her arm. LAUREL No no. Don't cry at the beginning of the date. DOROTHY (laughing, wiping tear) Oh, knock it off! _ 89. LAUREL (can't help it) And don't be a shoulder for him to cry on either. We stay with Laurel as she watches her sister exit. Music continues. Lit by streetlight, Dorothy runs like a young girl, across the lawns of this car-filled neighborhood, slapping away the leaves of a tree, running to Jerry down the street. INT. ANTONIO'S RESTAURANT -- NIGHT Jerry and Dorothy sit at the table of this Mexican restaurant. In the background, Mariachis play. JERRY It was laziness1 my whole breakup with Avery. You know that thing you say, "it's nobody's fault." It's one of the great lies, right? Someone is always to blame -- if you go for it, go for it like you do a job, work at it -- DOROTHY Maybe love shouldn't be such hard work. I know, but -- Mariachis approach the table. HEAD MARIACHI A song for the lovers? JERRY/DOROTHY (too quickly) No. No thanks. DOROTHY We work together. Jerry slips the guy a few bucks to go away. They do so, reluctantly. JERRY See, you choose. If you fall for someone, if you make a commitment, you should make it work. It's only when "options" entered the picture that things got bad. I'm speaking historically now. It's a modern day concept, nueroticism -- how do I feeeeeel? -- I think the only good thing to (more) _ 90. JERRY (cont'd) come from this period in history is probably the movie "Annie Hall." DOROTHY (evenly) Maybe you should call her. JERRY No no no. I just underestimated her... (touches wound) her temper, I guess. Why are we even talking about this? A FLOWER GIRL approaches the table with an armful of roses. FLOWER GIRL A rose for the lady. JERRY You want a -- DOROTHY _(_ (scoffs) No. No way. Jerry gives her few bucks, she exits. DOROTHY (continuing) Yeah. It wasn't like my marriage to Roger was so great, even before -- (stops herself) Jerry? JERRY What? DOROTHY (simply) Let's not tell our sad stories. Jerry laughs to himself. He admires her directness. DOROTHY (continuing) I'll be right back. Quit thinking those murky thoughts, okay? We're young, we're semi-successful. Life is good. She exits and we hang on him for a moment. _ 91. INT. BATHROOM -- NIGHT -- MINUTES LATER Dorothy on the phone outside the bathroom. DOROTHY No, now... come on... let Chad catch the bee in a glass. He won't hurt it. Aw, buddy, you got such a good heart. I love you, I'll be home soon. Can't wait to see you. EXT. BATHROOM Sbe exits the bathroom and stops at the sight of what is happening at the table. Jerry, hand on face, is embarrassingly being serenaded by the Mariachis, who now play a mournful "Tears in Heaven." She smiles at the image, in fact the poetry charms her. Dorothy moves forward, grinning, fishes some bucks out of her pocket, and sends the Mariachis in another direction. DOROTHY Come on, let's take a walk. INT. DOROTHY'S PORCH -- NIGHT Music feathers into sounds of night. A bug buzzing from the nearby light, Jerry swats it away. JERRY Well -- this would be goodnight. DOROTHY Good night. They don't kiss. They take great care not to touch too much. JERRY I'll see you tomorrow. They don't move. On impulse, she grabs him and pulls him close. Kisses him. It's a good one. DOROTHY Good night. But they don't move. He pulls her closer by her straps. They break. She holds them up, nervous now. His lips travel down. He kisses her upper chest. She sighs deeply, she's missed this feeling. Jerry rises to kiss her lips again, tying her straps back on. Her expression says there is a decision to make. She concentrates on the styrofoam container she's brought back from the restaurant. _ 92. DOROTHY (continuing; breath) I think you should not come in, or come in depending on how you feel. JERRY Same to you. DOROTHY No. I have to go in. I live here. JERRY Right. I'll come in. DOROTHY Okay. Wait here a second. (beat, then) Do we really want to do this? JERRY (half-unsure) Oh hell yes. She exits, as shot lingers on Jerry. That odd moment when you've crossed the line. He takes a breath. INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT Dorothy enters to find Chad watching t.v. The house is now quiet, the remains of the Divorced Women's group is still in evidence. DOROTHY He's asleep, right? CHAD Yeah, how'd it go with Sportboy? DOROTHY Still going. Chad raises his eyebrows. DOROTHY (continuing) Shhh. EXT. PORCH -- NIGHT Jerry on the porch, as Chad exits. Chad now fully plays the part of friend with seniority. Looks the taller Jerry up and down. CHAD Treat her right, man. She's... _ 93. JERRY (self-conscious) Yeah... well... CHAD She's great. And I know this is a little awkward, but I want you to use this. Chad ruumages in bag for a moment. Jerry is somewhat horrified at what Chad might be giving him. Out comes a cassette tape. CHAD (continuing; intense) This... is Miles Davis and John Coltrane. Stockholm. 1963... two masters of freedom, playing in a time before their art was corrupted by a zillion cocktail lounge performers who destroyed the legacy of the only American artform -- JAZZ. Jerry takes the tape, as the front door squeaks open. Dorothy shoos Chad away, quietly leads Jerry inside. INT. BEDROOM-- NIGHT Fierce, driving jazz. Dorothy and Jerry making out on bed. Getting hotter. The music gets wilder. Finally it is impossible to ignore, and Jerry collapses backwards on the bed laughing. She is left frozen, her arms open but he is gone. DOROTHY What is this MUSIC? They both crack up, and she kisses him as the music plays. He looks at her. She turns away, then back again, he's still looking at her. It's a powerful moment for her. Laughter continues, the music is ridiculous. (Their sex is a big difference from the let's-be-intense sex with Avery.) INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT -- SAME TIME Laurel just home from work in nurse uniform, has a late-night joint and carefully blows the smoke out the window. Laughter from the next room. She pops open the styrofoam appetizers her sister brought back from dinner. DISSOLVE TO: _ 94. INT. DOROTHY'S BEDROOM -- MORNING Radio clicks on. It's still dark. Only the glow of the digital lamp. Jerry alone in bed. He gets up, coughs, pulls on some pants. Manuevers through a strange bedroom, steps on toys. INT. KITCHEN -- MORNING Dorothy and Laurel in the kitchen, waiting far the first possible drops of coffee. DOROTHY I'm getting him up, don't worry.' Ray will never see his mother's raging physical needs. She starts to exit, but Laurel pulls her back far a second. LAUREL First you gotta tell me something. DOROTHY No-- INT. HALLWAY -- MORNING Jerry moving dawn the hallway, hears voices. INT. KITCHEN -- MORNING LAUREL Because I'm worried that you're putting your faith in this guy who, because of the way things are going, may not have an emotional marble in his head. DOROTHY Please, if I start talking -- LAUREL Guys are just different people when they're hanging onto the bottom rung. ON JERRY listening. Pinned to the wall, listening to the kind of honesty an agent rarely hears. DOROTHY ... so what am I, for taking the opportunity, Laurel? (more) _ 95. DOROTHY (cont'd) Maybe I am taking advantage. Am I a bad person? All I know is that I found someone who was charming and popular and not-so-nice to me -- and he died. Okay? So why should I let this guy go, when everything in my body says This One is The One. LAUREL Easy, hon, I was just looking for fun details -- DOROTHY Oh, well, why didn't you say so? And oh, I don't know if you're interested in this detail, but I was just about to tell you that I love him. I love him, and I don't care what you think. I love him for the guy he wants to be, and I love him for the guy he almost is. I love him. They look at each other. The cat is way, way out of the bag. ON JERRY rubbing his face. RAY Hi Jerry! Dorothy leans into the hallway now, sees Jerry standing there, well within earshot. As Ray pounds down the hallway in his new over-sized shirt, brought by Jerry, Dorothy begins to crumble. The lack of control in her life is overwhelming her. DOROTHY Oh God. JERRY Easy, easy -- Jerry enters the kitchen, stands near Laurel. JERRY (continuing) I could pretend I didn't hear, but I won't, I heard everything. (to Laurel) Thank you for your honesty, as always. _ 96. LAUREL (frozen polite) Coffee, Jerry? JERRY Oh, no thanks. We bottom-feeders prefer cereal first -- RAY Let's have Apple Jacks! Apple Jacks it is. Dorothy, good morning, darling. He kisses her on the cheek, in full view of Ray. Dorothy, still embarrassed, not sure what is going on, reaches for cereal. Jerry sits down for breakfast. They are an odd, but fairly complete-looking family. RAY (continuing) What's going on, Jerry? JERRY A lot. We got a big fax today... we need this commission, buddy. The sisters look at each other. Ray looks around, he feels happy, but there is something else in the room. He shrugs and continues to feel happy. INT. JERRY'S HOME OFFICE -- LATER DAY Jerry and Dorothy prepare for the Tidwells, cleaning up the cramped office, unstacking chairs and making room. DOROTHY That was great of you this morning. The Tidwells honk, arriving in the driveway. JERRY (friendly, dismissive) Look, let's just root for a big offer so we can move out of this room to a real office. She feels slightly slapped down, but covers. She opens a window quickly, and busies herself with the clutter at hand. ON FAX Connecting. _ 97. FOUR FACES waiting for the results. Everybody has a stake in this fax. Lives are very clearly hanging on this results. Marcee shuts her eyes. MARCEE Read it to me, and don't say a