[###]
[KEYBOARD CLICKING]
GUARD: Here you go, miss. - Thank you.
MAN 1: Step through, please.
Open your laptop, please.
I guess people take their computers with them everywhere nowadays.
Security blanket.
Lucky blanket.
MAN 2: Next.
[KNOCKS]
Wow, even answer your own door, senator.
I'm impressed. Front-porch mentality.
I like to know who's visiting.
Plus, my secretary, Laura, just stepped out for an early lunch.
Caroline Eldridge from Family First is visiting.
You're early. I like that. Come in.
Let's take the sofa. Okay.
ROWENA: Hope you don't mind if I take this out.
My hard drive is now officially my only source of memory,
and I wanna get all those old-fashioned values down accurately.
Now, as you know, we're putting together our Family First brochure,
and we've got a few pictures here that we could use captions for.
Fire away. Okay.
Let's start with this one.
That's me and some of the staff in the Gulf of Mexico after Katrina.
Heartbreaking stuff.
Okay.
Let's call this:
"Senator Sachs and staff lend a hand in hurricane relief."
SACHS: Good. ROWENA: How about that?
That's one of my former interns,
Josh.
Must have been taken his last day of work.
Let's call it:
"Intern program a success." Okay.
Met a lot of good kids that way.
I'll bet.
How about that one?
Wait, let me try.
"Intern program has fringe benefits"?
Let's see. Ooh.
Let's call it "extramarital Sachs." Who are you?
Someone who thinks it's a bit hypocritical that for the past two years
you've tried to limit the civil rights of gay individuals
while being a gay individual yourself. Lady--
You preach family first as if there's only one kind of family.
I don't know what you think you got there, but let me just explain something to you.
What I've got is a signed statement by Josh.
We've got cancelled cheques and he's practically ready to turn over the love notes.
Laura. Out to lunch, remember?
Looks like it's gonna be your word against his.
And we're running his tomorrow.
I work for David Shane at the New York Courier.
Jesus Christ.
Josh O'Bannon came to us seven months ago
and thought we'd be really interested in knowing
that he's not the only handsome skeleton in your closet.
So we thought we'd give you an opportunity to respond.
Anything you want.
I will give you anything that you want.
Anything.
I will give-- I will give you anything that you want.
Anything.
You just did, senator.
You just did.
[LAUGHING]
ROWENA [OVER PHONE]: Tell me you got that, Miles.
Please tell me you got that.
Yeah, I got it, you psychopath.
Now, jump on the shuttle, get your ass down to the paper,
and we'll get fantastically, exceedingly drunk.
[###]
SACHS [ON RECORDING]: I will give you anything that you want, anything.
MAN: One more time.
You transmitted from D.C.
And recorded in New York.
Go to Legal. It'll check. I intend to.
Also we'll need to clear the quote from the intern.
He's at home waiting for the call.
This your headline, David Shane?
[MILES AND ROWENA LAUGHING]
Yep.
We'll be at Chumley's
ordering copious amounts of drinks on this paper.
God, I love this job.
Hey, hey. To David Shane.
May this article bring you all the prizes you deserve.
Fame, alcoholism, rehab, relapse, rehab.
And when you win the Pulitzer, don't forget the little people.
Oh, fuck the little people.
Hey, you're empty. You buy, I fly.
Oh. Excuse me, sweetheart.
Careful, Ro. Next round he might aim for your lips.
Mr. Arvis Narron.
What kind of name is Arvis?
[ROWENA LAUGHING]
Family name.
Story's been pulled, Ro.
Somebody got to your intern. Made him clam up.
My guess is somebody with lots of zeroes.
What?
Well...
I'm just gonna go call him.
You'll get his lawyer, just like we did.
Do you know I've been working on this story for six months?
Six.
Take a couple weeks off. You've earned the break.
I'm gonna go back to the office right now.
This guy's got a stack of interns, trust me.
Kolski wants you to take a couple of weeks off.
That's not a request.
Okay, wait, hold up.
Please tell me
you're not saying that because the paper endorsed Sachs' last campaign
that he's off-limits now.
Please tell me that is not what you're saying.
What's up, Narron? Get this, Miles.
Tomorrow's headline: "Free Press Dead."
Kolski wants to shut me down because I went after the senator.
Does it ever get to you, Narron?
The idea that we're supposed to be reporting the news, not covering it up?
Like when we couldn't show the dead bodies coming back from Iraq.
If you don't see it, then that means it never happened.
Your source ran dry, Ro.
My source didn't run dry. You can't try to cover up--
My source was paid off.
This is a good story, Narron.
The story's dead.
[###]
Classic.
Powerful men protecting powerful men.
Who backed you when you wanted to be anonymous,
when you wanted to write under an old boy's name?
This is not the first time you shut me down, but this is definitely the last.
So you tell Kolski keep his paid vacation, because I fucking quit.
Taxi. Hey.
[###]
GRACE: Rowena?
Rowena. Wait up.
Wait. Wait.
Fuck.
Rowena. Grace. Shit, you scared me.
You didn't return my phone calls.
Well, yeah, I've been pretty busy working out of town.
GRACE: Oh, yeah. The Senator Sachs scandal.
Don't worry. I didn't tell anyone.
Besides, I got a better story for you.
It's about Harrison Hill.
Come on. We met online.
We did.
He was giving a Q and A, I e-mailed him and told him how great it was.
You know, stroke a man's dick and you get him for one night.
Stroke his ego, you get him for life, huh?
Yeah, we sort of struck up a friendship online,
but I could tell that he liked me.
So I decided to come to New York and accidentally bump into him.
I knew about his fundraiser, so I bought a ticket,
walked right up to him and said, "Harrison, it's Fast Filly."'
I thought he was gonna be angry.
But instead, he's turned on by it.
He likes the balls of it.
"Stick around," he says.
Couple hours later, we're doing it in his Beemer, his hotel suite.
He keeps one, creep.
What happened to Chuck?
We're fighting more than we're fucking.
Anyway, I get back to Philly, our online stuff gets pretty hot.
He misses me.
I mean, he practically begs me to move here.
So I check out apartments and agencies,
and I wanna tell him, you know, I'm really excited.
But suddenly, I can't get ahold of him.
I mean, I sent him a million e-mails and he just cuts me off.
Cold. Fucker.
I know where Hill lives.
I've seen his Armani wife.
He has no idea what I can do to him.
What is it you want from me this time, Grace?
Actions have consequences, Ro.
You can't just forget people.
Bury them and pretend like they never existed.
It always comes back to haunt you.
I wonder what Hill would think if David Shane threatened to publish a few of his e-mails?
I'm sure the wife would find them interesting.
Take them. Read them.
Because I'm about an inch away from ringing this guy's doorbell.
Regards to your mother.
[###]
I know where Hill lives. I've seen his Armani wife.
He has no idea what I can do to him.
MILES: To David Shane. May this article bring you all the prizes you deserve.
And when you win the Pulitzer, don't forget the little people.
[PHONE RINGS]
ROWENA [ON MESSAGE]: Here comes the beep. You know what to do.
[PHONE BEEPS]
MILES: Hey, Ro, it's Miles, again. I've been calling for like a week.
Are you looking for a job or something? If you are, come on, take me with you.
Hey, guess what, my sister had a boy, Fletcher.
How cool is that? I fly home in an hour. Call me later, please.
I hate Narron too. Narron's a dick. Bye.
[PHONE RINGS]
ROWENA: Here comes the beep. You know what to do.
WOMAN: Ro, it's Elizabeth Clayton. Grace's mother.
I need help. Elizabeth.
Hi. Ro? It's Grace.
She's missing. They started calling from her agency last week.
She goes to New York a lot and I thought maybe she contacted you.
It's just that I filed a missing person's report.
A woman drowned in New York.
They asked for dental records. Elizabeth, hang on a second.
I saw Grace last week. Oh, thank God.
Spare yourself a trip. But if it is-- If I weren't there--
ROWENA: I know half the people at the city morgue. This is not Grace, I promise.
I'll call you when I get back.
Hi, I'm Rowena Price. Here to ID a body.
Whoever did this tried to weigh the body down.
Amateur move.
Why is that? Didn't work.
Fair warning.
This isn't pretty.
[###]
We're guessing an anchor
or some sharp metal debris ripped off the face and neck.
So we're hoping that you could identify something else.
She has a birthmark, scars,
and it looks like a tattoo--
GIRL: Hi, Rowena.
Do you wanna play?
Well, are you coming?
Let's go around back.
I live up there.
ELIZABETH: You do everything you can to protect your children.
Right schools, right opportunities.
But it's all an illusion. Nobody's safe.
Who would do this to my daughter?
We're gonna find out, Mrs. Clayton.
Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?
Can you excuse us? No. She's a friend of the family.
Do you know if your daughter had been seeing anyone?
Yeah.
Chuck. Chuck Freeman.
But they'd been having trouble.
Yeah, she told me that too.
I ran into her on the subway last week,
and she mentioned that they were having fights.
Was that the last time you saw her?
Yeah.
I mean, I tried to call her, but she was in the middle of something, and...
Well, I wish now I had tried a little bit harder.
Oh, I know, honey.
They knew each other since they were kids.
You were so close, you two, especially after your father--
Yeah, I know.
Well, you were always so good to me and my mother.
So was Grace.
Mrs. Clayton, we're gonna need you to sign some papers downstairs.
Certainly.
I'll be just a minute.
Ro.
You know, Grace was so proud of you.
She saved all your articles. She bragged about you.
How did she know that I was David Shane?
I assumed you told her.
I probably did.
Thank you.
The police are gonna find out exactly who did this.
I'll make sure they do.
Thank you, honey.
MILES: Hey.
ROWENA: Hey, Miles.
Let me get the key.
MILES: I'm usually a key-above-the-door kind of guy.
ROWENA: Mm-hm.
Hey, Miles. Yeah.
When was the last time you saw Grace?
Oh, God, you know me and dates, I--
All right, well, roughly.
A week? A month? A year? Five years? What?
Yeah, something like that. Why?
Because.
Just because I cut somebody out of my life
doesn't mean I expect you to cut them out of yours.
Well, maybe you do. All right, maybe I do.
Why you got to keep it a secret? You know, we exchanged e-mails
a couple of times. I was only ever nice to her because she was a friend of yours.
So you told her I was David Shane?
Yeah. Busted.
Could you be serious for five fucking minutes?
I'll bet you told her about Senator Sachs too, didn't you?
You know when I stopped associating with her was when she fucked your boyfriend.
I think you should ask him who told her.
I think you need to stay in your own fucking lane, that's what I think.
You just better leave Cam out of it. I mean it, Miles.
Ro, I'm sorry. I was being insensitive.
Ro, I'm sorry.
It's just-- I was the one who was left picking up the pieces
after Grace and Cameron tore you apart and I-- And I--
[OTIS REDDING'S "THESE ARMS OF MINE" PLAYING ON RADIO]
Yeah. So, what do the police say?
They're chasing a lead on some guy she was dating in Philly.
But I have another idea.
Why's that?
Because I saw Grace last week.
Oh, I'm the one who's keeping secrets?
She wanted me to chase down Harrison Hill.
What, "Harrison Hill" Harrison Hill?
Yes, that Harrison Hill. Here, take a look at this.
She was threatening to go to his wife.
Apparently, they met online in July
and had one hell of a weekend in September.
I mean, that's assuming he is ADEX.
Wait. Who? Who? ADEX.
The guy she's been e-mailing, ADEX.
I mean, it tracks. Harrison Hill owns
the biggest ad agency in New York City?
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I'm gonna split you in half."
[LAUGHS]
Oh, my.
Oh, my goodness.
Wait a minute, Ro. This is not a story.
Miles, I would love, love, love to get my hands on the rest of these e-mails.
Because the way I see it, Grace was fucking Hill, he dumped her,
she got pissed, threatened to go to the wife, and she wound up dead.
I mean, come on.
It's simple, that's it. Ro, Ro. This is Harrison Hill.
If he wanted somebody dead, he wouldn't do it hims-- That's just the first of all.
She was stalking the guy, for chrissake.
She sent him a million e-mails. She probably even went to his house.
Who knows?
All it takes to commit a murder
are the right ingredients at the right time.
[###]
MILES: Son of a bitch.
MILES [OVER PHONE]: Hey, where are you?
ROWENA: G.W. Bridge. Why? What's up?
I got into Grace's Hotmail account. It's her main one.
And there's a shitload of guys in there, by the way.
But none of them are ADEX.
Yeah, but that's not the account I gave you, Miles.
Well, hold on. And then I looked at her other account, FastFilly@iol.com,
and guess who's all up in her box. ADEX. Ro.
Yeah? You got to read some of this shit.
I wanna read it all, Miles.
Okay. So, I'm gonna bring over everything after work.
And, Ro, we still don't know that ADEX is Hill.
And we still don't know that he's not.
Yeah.
[ETTA JAMES' "DON'T CRY BABY" PLAYING]
Hey, your dinner's getting warm.
Hold it.
Can I just say for the record, wow.
[LAUGHING]
Can I also say that's just a ridiculous outfit to be wearing for takeout?
Well, I didn't know you were bringing takeout.
Well, I didn't know you had a date.
Oh, God. Who's the...?
Who's the lucky guy?
Can we just look at the e-mails, please?
Sure. Yeah. Here, here. Have a seat.
Okay.
Uh...
So, yeah.
You told me that Grace wanted you to threaten Hill.
Well, she was doing it without you for a while. Listen. This, this--
This e-mail's a week old and it's her last one.
"Harrison, if you don't," capital, "pay attention to me...
you're going to," capital, "pay the price.
I'm in the city and I know your wife's away.
Meet with me now, or I'll meet with her later."
So Grace knew that the wife was out of town.
Right, but you're going under the assumption that Grace actually knew
what she was talking about, which I think is a big mistake.
By the way, even though she calls ADEX Harrison,
it doesn't prove that it's Harrison Hill. It's not proof enough to print.
Okay. So how do we prove it?
Well, technically we can't prove it,
but if we can get ADEX to somehow send us an e-mail,
I can tail it, jimmy the lock, and then take a closer look into his account.
You are amazing.
I love you, man.
This is just such an obstruction of justice.
No, no, no. This is the pursuit of justice.
I'll make you a deal. We get anything concrete on Hill,
we'll go straight to the cops and to Narron on the same day.
They get their man. We get our story.
Yeah, but even if ADEX turns out to be Hill,
it's not a crime to chat nor cheat.
But it is definitely a crime to be walking out on a feast like this in that outfit.
And yet, I have to because I'm late.
So you finish up. I'll see you tomorrow.
Shut the door. It locks by itself.
Have fun.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[###]
MILES: Harrison Hill.
Oh, there you are.
ROWENA: Cam. Oh, Cam.
CAMERON: Come here. You are naughty.
ROWENA: Come on.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[SONYA KITCHELL'S "CAN'T GET YOU OUT OF MY MIND" PLAYING ON RADIO]
CAMERON: Come here.
ROWENA: Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
[ROWENA MOANING]
ROWENA: You like that? Huh? CAMERONA: Yes, baby.
ROWENA: Oh, come on. Say it.
Yeah, oh, yeah.
You like it? You like that?
Yeah, good.
ROWENA: I need to get closer to Hill.
MILES [OVER PHONE]: Hello, Miles. How are you? Fine. You? Thanks.
Hello, Miles. How are you? Fine. You?
I need to get closer to Hill.
Close as you got to Cam last night?
It's a little soon to be going on dates with Grace's ex, don't you think?
Oh, I'm sorry, your ex.
What, are you fucking spying on me now?
No. A friend of mine saw you two last night.
And he said it looked friendly.
What? You get him by default?
ROWENA: Well, not that I owe you or your friend an explanation.
But I wanted to see Cam. Somebody had to tell him about Grace.
Well, I guess we all grieve differently.
You know what, Miles? Forget it.
If you don't wanna help me, I'm sure Terry wouldn't mind.
He's been dying to get into research.
Oh, Terry couldn't find his ass with both hands and his ass.
All right, fine, fine, fine. I'll play nice.
ROWENA: Okay. Good.
While you're looking around in cyberspace,
I need to be looking around at my new job
that you, clever friend, are going to get me.
Oh, God love you.
Something temporary. Easy in, easy out. Can you do that?
Does a bear shit in the woods? H2A's got a blade server
that gives away more entry points than a college girl at Mardi Gras.
I'll access the needs list they send to temp agencies.
Shouldn't be too hard. There's always openings.
And, hey, wear something sexy. What?
You need to bait the hook.
Just make sure I'm working for Hill.
MILES: Yeah, your new name will be Katherine Pogue.
ROWENA: I choose my own names.
MILES: Well, tough. I had a crush on a girl in high school named Katherine.
It's an homage.
Going to H2A. H2A.
MILES: Now, Hill's a Jersey native who slipped and fell into a big pile of money when he married--
ROWENA: Mia Rheinhart Hill.
MILES: Yeah, she's also the daughter of Max Rheinhart, principal owner of H2A.
There you go. Thank you.
Now, if you'll follow me.
MILES: Hard to separate a man from his wife's money.
ROWENA: Money is the root of all evil, Miles.
MILES: Check your scriptures.
Love of money is the root of all evil, Ro.
Love.
We have a new temp. Her name is Katherine Pogue.
Hi. Hi.
ESMERALDA: Thank you. I'll show you to your desk.
And press 9 to get out, 3 to reach me.
But I'll be right across from you, so you shouldn't have any problem finding me.
ESMERALDA: Katherine, we need a coffee setup in Conference Room A.
ROWENA: Will I be working for Mr. Hill?
ESMERALDA: No. I'm working for Mr. Hill. You're working for me.
And you'd better roll up your sleeves, because we are short-staffed this week.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
JON: Sensational, Harrison. Really.
Spectacular.
I hear you're thinking about opening in Amsterdam, by the way.
Yes, we did. In April. Really?
ESMERALDA: Excuse me, Mr. Hill.
Mr. Kirschenbaum's car is downstairs and your 2:00 is waiting.
HARRISON: Thanks, Esmeralda.
I'll walk you out, Jon. JON: Great. Thanks.
You're doing well. I'm very proud of you.
I couldn't have done it without you. I learned from the best.
I appreciate it. Thanks for coming by.
Listen, this is probably just bullshit,
but, you know, one of my guys heard that a couple of your execs were in Canton
sniffing around my Reebok account.
If you're so sure it's bullshit, why are you asking me?
Because they heard about it from inside your agency.
I just don't want you to make that kind of mistake, Harrison.
I've been representing Reebok for 11 years.
They're my main account, you know that.
They're not gonna jump ship for your smile and some downtown hype.
Eat or be eaten. Right, Jon?
Isn't that what you always told me?
Now, you left the Reebok account out on the table.
If I didn't pick it up, someone else was going to and you know that.
Ten years ago you wouldn't have let this happen. You fumbled the ball.
You really are that stupid.
Give my regards to Vanessa.
Esmeralda.
We have a leak to Kirschenbaum and Bond.
I wanna find out who the fuck it is. Right now.
Hold the door, please.
Wait. Thank you. That was close.
BETHANY: Harrison, will you be attending the Victoria's Secret meeting tonight?
I was hoping maybe I could catch a ride.
Yeah, I think I'll be going. Okay.
ROWENA: Keep the meter running.
We can go now. 74th and Broadway, please.
MAN: Rowena.
[###]
Rowena.
Got you.
You know how much Daddy likes bath time.
[ROWENA SCREAMS]
[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]
ESMERALDA: We have a Victoria's Secret party tonight.
Good morning, Esmeralda. Good morning, Katherine.
Two hundred guests, 200 gift bags, too little time.
Five items per bag. Have fun.
[###]
[CELLPHONE RINGING]
ROWENA: Miles, what? I'm at work. Well, it wasn't just a drowning.
She was poisoned.
She had a hole in her gut the size of a fruit bowl.
Oh, come on.
MILES: No, that's a direct quote from the examiner's office.
The killer also put it in her eyes,
which is weird.
Ro, they haven't announced it yet,
but Grace was pregnant.
She was in her first trimester.
WOMAN: Hello. I'm Gina.
Ro? Katherine Pogue, are you in here?
Oh, there you are.
I could tell you Victoria's secret, but then I'd have to kill you.
Clever, huh? Yeah.
Mr. Hill came up with it for the "Very Sexy Collection" launch.
Ooh, very sexy.
And in a rainbow of colors.
Here, keep a few for the home fires.
I know a pretty girl like you has a boyfriend.
No. Girlfriend?
Pets? No.
Well, we've got some local talent here.
I'll say. What's up with Hill? He's interesting.
Married.
Rumor is, and you didn't hear it from me,
he had a couple of interoffice flings a few years back, led to lawsuits.
Paid a lot of money to make them go away.
That's when he got his front girl to run interference.
That would be Josie.
Or, if you get on her bad side, Cujosie.
She's his gatekeeper. His walking hard drive.
So he never forgets a name, an account, an enemy.
No one gets to him now without going through her.
Let me guess, he's done her too, right?
Oh, no.
No. She'd be more interested in you than in him, if you catch my heavy drift.
I think I do.
Well, she's his watchdog, not his bitch.
The guy's reformed, unfortunately. Right.
His wife's all over him.
She's got eyes in the back of your head.
Trust me.
She finds him cheating, she and her money are out the door.
Oh. See Jesse Drake over there?
He had this blond temp last fall could melt butter.
Her name was Veronica.
One day, the boss's wife comes in,
sees Mr. H and Veronica talking close over the Sparkletts,
the next day the temp's toast.
The boy's been leashed.
But since I have it on good authority he's into some very kinky shit.
He probably likes the tight collar.
I'd let him give me a little spank.
Did I just say that out loud? You're sick.
HARRISON: Boo!
Sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
Sorry.
You're Katherine, right?
And you're Harrison Hill, the boss.
Yes.
It's good to be the boss.
Yeah.
So I'll see you at the party tonight, Katherine.
[BAND PLAYING "YOU SEXY THING"]
[CROWD CHATTERING]
Here we go.
[CROWD APPLAUDING AND CHEERING]
On behalf of Victoria's Secret, I would like to thank our very special angel,
Harrison Hill, for making us sexier than ever.
[CROWD APPLAUDING AND CHEERING]
Harrison.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I have no idea how we could possibly make
you look any sexier than you do tonight, Heidi.
Thank you so very much.
I'd just like to raise a glass to everyone at Victoria's Secret
and all my people at H2A
for making this one of the most successful campaigns,
a Very Sexy Collection is H2A's most sexful--
[CROWD LAUGHING]
Succsexf--
[CROWD APPLAUDING AND CHEERING]
We did really good with this campaign.
Happy Valentine's Day. God bless you.
Thank you. Good night.
So is part of the torture the fact that we get to watch all this fun?
Are you kidding me? We got the best seats in the house.
Okay, see the guy with the bad combover standing by the statues?
Bob Milstein, Accounting.
He may look unlucky in love.
He recently nailed Kay Rolands, Sales,
the giant standing by the shrimp.
Corporate America, ain't it grand? One big happy family, eh?
Who's the loud-laughing brunette? The one that looks a little tipsy.
GINA: Oh, Bethany Lee, account manager.
Long legs, perfect teeth, may they rot in hell.
A few years back there was chatter
she and Mr. Hill were going over more than just the company numbers.
Really? Yeah.
But that was before the lawsuits, before Cujosie,
and before the wife started paying attention.
Now it's all hugs and kisses and they're going to fertility clinics.
I think her oven's on the fritz.
Is there anything you don't know, Gina?
No.
ROWENA: I don't get it. Mrs. Hill is pretty.
I mean, she's really pretty.
Show me a beautiful woman, I'll show you a man who's tired of fucking her.
ROWENA: Nice, Gina. What? I've got brothers.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[BAND PLAYING "MY FUNNY VALENTINE"]
Hi.
WOMAN: Hey.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
You're embarrassing him and yourself.
Okay, I'll be better.
His wife is out there.
BETHANY: I'm sorry.
JOSIE: Here's money for a cab.
Come on.
He'll call me, right? Good night, Bethany, good night.
[###]
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I told you already, Narron, I quit.
I figured two weeks was enough to let you cool off.
I gotta go.
Look, I'm sorry about the senator, Ro, but I can't lose you.
David Shane is this paper's star. You don't bench a star, Narron.
There will always be powerful people covering things up, Ro,
at every paper, in every city.
It's called editorializing and it's a reality.
Don't give up because one son of a bitch
pulled some strings at the paper and silenced your source.
Rest up, come back,
and nail the next son of a bitch.
Maybe.
So I set up your IOL account, but you're gonna need a name.
ROCKET: How about Rocket?
That was my nickname from college.
Are you sure you don't wanna be "Hot Bitch on Wheels"?
No, I'm kidding. All right, Rocket, Rocket, "Rocketgirl."
A little sexier than DShane@NYCourier.com.
So I put ADEX
into your friends file, and as a little extra added bonus
your computer has a few things to say. Listen, this is good.
WOMAN 1 [ON COMPUTER]: Miles is sexy.
[WOMAN 2 SPEAKS IN JAPANESE ON COMPUTER]
WOMAN 3: Miles is sexy.
[DOG BARKING ON COMPUTER]
Translation? Let me guess.
Miles is sexy?
You think so? And I need this, why?
Because it's fucking radical.
Every time you get an IM, you're gonna have a voice to match.
I don't want my computer talking to me. And I damn sure don't want it saying, "Miles is sexy."
I'll just give an audio to Hill.
I sampled his voice from some streaming video.
You don't mind if Hill talks, do you? Do I have a choice?
No.
So, what's he like up close and personal?
Well, tell you one thing, there's more to the guy than you think.
You should check out his offices.
Go online, take the tour.
You'll see. It's outrageous.
Sick. Just what you'd like.
Oh, you know what, by the way, I did find something out. Apparently,
Hill has squashed a couple of sexual-harassment suits.
Think you could chase the money trail?
Yeah, well, I guess he's a likely candidate for that.
No, not really.
He's now got this gorgeous Amazonian woman
that does all the dirty work. Oh, really? Is she hot?
Yes.
She's very hot. She's also a lesbian.
Bastard.
All right, so seeing that you're a chat-room virgin...
Big deal, I'm a chat-room virgin. No, I think it's a compliment.
I think you should practice online flirting.
Why on earth would I want to do that?
Because sometimes you'll tell a perfect stranger
something you wouldn't even tell your best friend. Especially if you're anonymous.
You should know that, Mr. David Shane.
Oh, by the way, I got a dollar that says Hill's not our guy.
We got a pregnant Grace, threatening to go to the wife, right?
Yeah. Okay, but meanwhile, the wife
is busy trying to haul Hill off to a fertility clinic.
And let's not forget the most important part, the wife is the money.
Yeah. I don't know.
That's motive on a big stick.
Motive on a big stick? That's what I said.
So I'll take your bet.
Game on.
COMPUTER VOICE: Welcome to chat.
ROWENA: "Trublu?" Okay.
COMPUTER VOICE: Welcome.
ROWENA: "Haven't seen you around."
New to this. Who are you?
[BOB MARLEY'S "STIR IT UP" PLAYING ON RADIO]
Hello, Neil, I'm Tiffany.
[COMPUTER CHIMES]
Okay, Trublu, let's go.
How do you imagine me?
"Long blond hair, longer legs--"
Really close.
COMPUTER VOICE: Welcome.
"When you said you were getting off, I didn't know you meant literally."
Leave me alone.
ROWENA: I haven't contacted him.
[COMPUTER CHIMING]
"I did on his--"
[PHONE RINGING]
[###]
Hello. Okay, look, this isn't funny.
You're taking advantage of me.
Relax. This is exactly what we talked about.
Once he responds, I can get past his firewall.
It's the price of admission, Ro. I wrote, "Dear Harrison,
the answers are: Great sex, cheap beer and the Rolling Stones."
What? Come on.
We got to push his buttons. By the way, I sent it from your account.
ROWENA: Oh, shit. He's on.
There he is. Let me drive. He's on, Miles, he's on.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Miles. Harrison--
What are you doing? Nice to hear from you.
Miles, you're typing for me?
It's a riddle. Miles. Stop it.
Miles, stop it. All right, fine. Fine. Fine.
I'm through the firewall into ADEX's account. He's all yours.
Miles, you bastard.
MAN [ON COMPUTER]: What's your name?
ROWENA: Shit.
Veronica.
What color is your hair?
Blond.
Dirty.
I like dirty.
Filthy.
I'd like to get a fistful. Ew.
Are you turned on?
I am.
Fucker.
[LAUGHING]
I should go.
But you just warmed me up.
Yeah. Don't blueball the guy.
"Yeah, Ro. Don't blueball the guy."
I'll be back. Bye. COMPUTER VOICE: Goodbye.
Would you quit spying on me, you fuck?
You are officially in the way of how I work and I'm not having it.
It's Hill. We can prove it now.
Do not send any more e-mails on my behalf. And do not speak for me in any way.
How about, "Thank you, Miles, for your subversive genius"?
Thank you. Bye.
[###]
MAN 1: Good morning, H2A. May I help you?
Hey, good morning. WOMAN: How are you?
MAN 2: Good morning, H2A.
ROWENA: Oh.
Hello.
"What happened to you last night?"
Morning.
"Tiffany? Veronica?"
ESMERALDA: Katherine.
You forgot to fill out your I-9.
Oh. Okay.
I told Human Resources I'd run it right back over there,
now.
Okay, well, I'll just fill this out.
You looking for permanent work? Always.
Where have you temped?
I don't know. Got a phone book?
Yes, I do.
Okay.
Zaffman, Meyer and Pearce, I.P.E.--
Ooh, I love the new building. Great bathrooms.
What about Kirschenbaum and Bond?
Average bathrooms.
When did you work there?
I don't know, maybe April.
I don't know. My life is kind of crazy.
One day just runs into the next.
MAN 1: Heineken Amsterdam is gonna love it, Harrison.
We should start talking about print, scheduling, tie-ins.
MAN 2: It can play internationally too.
Jesse, why don't you start talking about media buys with Chuck,
Toni and Steve. I need a couple minutes.
I'll be right back. I'm glad you're happy.
So glad you're happy.
When do you think we could roll it to print?
Here, hold this, please.
Esmeralda, hold my calls for a few minutes, please.
Phelps. Mr. Phelps.
Afternoon, boys.
Gunnar, do me a favor and stand up, would you? Get out!
Piece of shit? You're gonna spy on me?
Here, get the fuck up, you piece of sh--
You were a fucking bike messenger.
I made you rich.
I hope they have a job for you over at Kirschenbaum.
I accept your resignation.
Gunnar.
Congratulations. Now clean up your new office.
Back to work. What are you guys looking at?
Shit. What just happened?
Gunnar Hope just got a promotion.
[###]
ROWENA: "Veronica, how did you know about my ADEX account?"
I used to temp at H2A.
Yeah.
My boyfriend wouldn't like that.
Shit.
[CELLPHONE RINGING]
Does this phone call mean I'm forgiven?
You've got once chance to redeem yourself.
He wants a photo of Veronica.
Who? Me. Rocketgirl.
Is nude an option? Miles.
There was a temp that used to work here around Christmastime.
Veronica something. "Veronica something."
You gotta be kidding me. No, she used to work for Jesse Drake.
Every employee here has got a security photo ID.
She's gotta be in the files. Oh, come on.
Miles. Do it.
I need this, Miles. Just do it. Please.
Hurry up. A last name would really help.
Yeah, well, how many Veronicas can there be in the system?
Come on, Miles.
Hurry.
Miles. This is ridiculous. Come on.
Come on. Come on.
I can see him from here. Come on, Miles, hurry.
Miles.
Hurry up. Miles.
MILES: Okay. ROWENA: Hurry.
Come on, come on.
Yahtzee.
Veronica Carter. Just download, upload, exhale and send.
You are awesome.
MILES: Yeah, well, remember that the next time you're firing me.
Oh, Ro,
I'm meeting my guy from the M.E.'s office, Bill Patel,
at Chumley's at 7:00.
He's got all the talks on Grace, and everything else the cops have.
Great. I'll meet you there.
Shit. What?
My computer screen is frozen. And Veronica's face is the screen saver.
What?
Miles. Turn it off.
Oh, fuck. Turn it off.
Turn the power off.
Fuck, he's coming.
Hi. Hi.
Pretty busy for the end of the day. Yeah.
Just working away.
Anything I can help with?
Nope.
Not unless data entry turns you on.
You know what? Surprisingly, it doesn't.
But seriously, how you doing?
Let me tell you about my night.
I have to go to dinner at Sapa. Average jokes, exceptional food.
If you find yourself bored
in the area of 24th and Sixth around 10:00,
you could fall by for a drink.
I really appreciate that offer, but I think I'm gonna have to pass.
Okay.
Is there something else I can do for you, or--?
No.
I'm just waiting for you to change your mind.
Look, Mr. Hill--
I recognize that tone. Sounds serious.
I really like working here.
And I would really like for my work to speak for itself.
Fair enough.
Have a splendid evening, Miss Pogue.
Wait. Mr. Hill?
Mm-hm.
In case I change my mind...
keep an eye out around dessert.
Hey, how you guys doing?
Miles. Bill Patel, Rowena Price.
Hey. A pleasure. You can lose the glasses, Bill.
This isn't Deep Throat.
Here's your piņa colada, hold the umbrella.
ROWENA: We know about the drowning, Bill, but what was this poison?
Belladonna.