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Empire State Building, 79th floor, 9am next day
Scott: *walks through doors*
Everyone looks at Scott
Scott: ...Good morning.
Bob: *runs over* Everyone heard you bought the ESB.
Scott: *looks at Bob* What?
Bob: It's in the newspaper. *opens paper* Look, look, they even have the design you green-lit for the new APL building.
Scott: *looks at newspaper*
Bob: *smiles* Very retro of you.
Scott: *grabs newspaper* Come with me. *walks away*
Bob: *runs*
Large office
Scott: *shuts door* I didn't buy the Empire State Building and I certainly did NOT green-light that...
thing.
Bob: You didn't?
Scott: No. Who sold this so-called information to the press?
Bob: Our press agent.
Scott: She never spoke to me. Get her in here.
Bob: I don't know where she is.
Scott: Oh, well, gee nevermind then.
Bob: *stares at Scott*
Scott: Find. Her.
Bob: Right. *walks away*
Scott: *shakes head*
40 minutes later
Bob: *knocks on door, steps in* Sir?
Scott: *lifts head*
Bob: Meghan Fowler's here, she's our press agent.
Scott: Send her in.
Bob: *walks away*
Scott: *writing*
Meghan: *walks in*
Scott: *flips page*
Meghan: *shuts door*
Scott: Have a seat please, Miss Fowler.
Meghan: I prefer to stand.
Scott: *closes folder, leans back in chair*
Meghan: *crosses arms* So what do you want?
Scott: I want to know why you're selling false information to the newspaper.
Meghan: We need some press. It's not like it damaged your reputation.
Scott: Except for the small problem being that it's not true.
Meghan: Media is rarely full of complete truths.
Scott: First of all, you don't determine what goes out to the media. I do. And when I'm not around, you go through Robert. The New York Times released what th-
Meghan: The odds of getting-
Scott: I'm speaking. They thought what they released was an official statement given by myself and this company which is a big problem for you. So unless you want to spend the next part of your career flipping through the want ads, you'll follow the directions given to you.
Meghan: *nods*
Scott: Get out.
Meghan: *walks away*
Bob: *steps in* What's the verdict?
Scott: *takes off glasses, rubs eyes*
Bob: Well look at it this way, you could always just purchase the place.
Scott: Or we can all get back down to the realm of sanity.
Bob: *pulls chair over, sits* Did they get anywhere with the investigation?
Scott: Miami PD thinks it was accidental.
Bob: Based on?
Scott: A camera across the street was facing our building. Donna had climbed onto a book shelf to reach something at the top and it toppled, sending her through the glass. The bookshelf fell sideways so it stayed inside.
Bob: That's a freak accident.
Scott: *nods* Our guys say the window strength on that side of the building was slightly compromised by the last big hurricane.
Bob: Poor girl.
Scott: Do me a favour, set up the meeting downtown at a restaurant.
Bob: Not the boardroom?
Scott: Nah.
Bob: Sure thing, boss. Anything else?
Scott: I leave the meeting in your capable hands.
Bob: *nods slowly*
Biscayne Park, house, 11am
Lori: *knocks on door* ....*knocks on door*
Tom: *opens door, leans on frame*
Lori: *lifts head*
Tom: *looks at watch, squints*
Lori: Wakey wakey, sleepy-head. We had an appointment.
Tom: Uh...
Lori: *smiles* We're going shopping.
Tom: ...Did we just go back in time?
Lori: Anni's taking you to a banquet and you've been putting this off.
Tom: I've sort of been busy with work and kids. Besides, you and fashion is like Scotty and hookers. Some things just don't mix.
Lori: *grabs Tom's arm* Let's go.
Tom: Um I'm hardly wearing any clothes. Pretty sure I'll be breaking some sort of law if I go out.
Lori: Fine but haul ass. *pushes Tom*
Inside truck, road
Tom: *turns on radio*
Rock music blasts through truck
Lori: *turns off radio* I'm trying to concentrate.
Tom: *staring at Lori, turns on radio*
Music blasts through truck
Lori: *turns off radio* Tom, I'm serious.
Tom: *reaches for radio*
Lori: *slaps Tom's arm*
Tom: Ow. *pulls arm back*
Lori: Don't touch my radio.
Tom: You should have told me that first.
Lori: I told you to stop. Isn't that enough?
Tom: Apparently not.
Lori: Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?
Tom: Did yours?
Lori: *tilts head* Good point.
Tom: You got anything to eat? I'm starving.
Lori: Check my purse. I think I have a granola bar or something.
Tom: I'm not touching your purse.
Lori: *looks at Tom* You'll touch my radio constantly but you won't touch my purse?
Tom: I don't touch...female things.
Lori: Stop being a baby. *throws purse*
Tom: *throws purse back* You check it.
Lori: *throws purse* I'm driving.
Tom: I'm navigating.
Lori: You don't even know where we're going.
Tom: Tell me where we're going and then I'll navigate.
Lori: Just open the purse.
Tom: *opens purse, looks down* Okay. *snaps purse shut*
Lori: Okay what?
Tom: I can't do it.
Lori: *reaches over, grabs purse, dumps it*
Tom: AH!
Lori: Now mow through and see if you find food.
Tom: I-I see money and tampons.
Lori: Seems like you have to wait until we get where we're going.
Tom: *brushes items off lap*
Lori: *smiles*
Tom: *frowns*
TBC..............................