[Air date late July
SCENE ONE: JACK IS IN HIS OFFICE, TRYING TO THROW
SCREWED UP BITS OF PAPER IN THE WASTEPAPER BASKET ON HIS DESK. HE
PICKS UP A FLYER WHICH IS ABOUT A JOURNALISM CONVENTION IN ATLANTIC
JACK: Well, I couldn't imagine anything I'd rather face
than a bunch of drunk journalists and publishers in Atlantic City,
JENNIFER OPENS THE DOOR JUST AS HE SCREWS UP THE FLYER
AND TRIES TO GET IN THE BASKET.
JENNIFER: Oh.... nice try Jack. Almost.
JACK: Thanks. Do you want something?
JENNIFER: I have the Webster article.
JACK: Only a day late.
JENNIFER: I left a message for you that Mr. Simmo wasn't
available for an interview until early this morning. I just finished
putting the quotes in. You were supposed to call me if that was
JACK: I don't remember getting a message.
HE PICKS UP HIS COFFEE CUP AND THERE IS A PIECE OF
PAPER STUCK TO THE BOTTOM OF IT.
JENNIFER: You didn't get a mes.... yes, you did get a message
JACK: Well, obviously getting a message wasn't
enough. Basket by Kareem Abdul Jabar.
JENNIFER: Jack I worked all night on that article.
JACK: I needed it yesterday. It's of no use to me today.
JENNIFER: I think there's something more going on here than
my article. What is it Jack?
JENNIFER: Does it have anything to do with your date?
JACK: (Forgetting about the excuse he made the other night
when he showed up dressed like a 50s biker.) Date?
JENNIFER: The other night.
JACK: Date? The other night?
JENNIFER: Yes, you came to my apartment looking like something
out of Hell's Angels. Does that ring any bells?
Oh yes, yes. What about it?
JENNIFER: How was it?
JACK: (Jack is uncomfortable.) It was.... er.... none of
JENNIFER: Well, sorry I asked.
JACK: (Putting up his defenses again, as he always does
when they get to close and personal.) Let me say something Jennifer.
I think we've been discussing our personal lives a little too much.
It's not healthy. I think from now on our conversations will be
strictly business. Professional. I'm the boss and you are the employee.
You got that?
JENNIFER: Boy, somebody got up on the wrong side of the
bed this morning.
JACK: No, maybe I just woke up and smelled the coffee.
JENNIFER: What does that mean Jack?
JACK: It means that I realize that you're going to be working
here for at least another year and it's important that we maintain
a business relationship of employer and employee.
JENNIFER: Sounds more like prisoner and warden.
JACK: Call it whatever you want but from now on our conversations
will have a professional tenor.
JENNIFER: (Frustrated) Alright Jack, that's just fine. If
that's the way you want it, I will not enquire about or make reference
to anything outside of this office.
EMILIO BARGES IN, INTERRUPTING THEM.
EMILIO: I hope I ain't interrupting.
JACK: Oh, not more than usual.
JENNIFER: Not at all Emilio.
EMILIO: Hey Deveraux, where are those good lookin duds you
had? Or you only wear them on a full moon?
JACK: My friend, I forgot to congratulate your fashion sense.
But I didn't know that Dress for Less carried suits in your size?
EMILIO: Hey, hey, heeeeyyy!
GRABS JACK'S THROAT.
JACK: Oooh! It sounds better when you say it.
JENNIFER: Shouldn't we be going?
JACK: Going? Going where?
JENNIFER: Oh Jack, you know I believe that's a personal
question. But since you are my employer I will tell you that I'm
going to lunch but what I intend to do on my lunch hour.... well
it's personal. Ready?
EMILIO: Oh, I'm always ready. After you.
JENNIFER: Thank you, Emilio.
JENNIFER WINKS AT JACK AND WALKS OUT.
EMILIO: Hey, have a nice lunch.
EMILIO WALKS OUT.
JACK: They'll probably eat at Shenanigan's. It's the only thing
he can afford on his lousy pay anyway.
JACK: OUCH! Ouch
JACK PUNCHES HIS WASTE BIN THEN SUCKS HIS KNUCKLES.
SCENE TWO: JENNIFER AND EMILIO
ARE HAVING LUNCH AT SHENANIGAN'S. JACK AND ANJELICA COME IN FOR
LUNCH AS WELL. JACK SITS OPPOSITE ANJELICA AND STARES AT JENNIFER.
MEANWHILE EMILIO IS TRYING TO BE AMUSING BY TELLING HER A STUPID
STORY, BUT JENNIFER IS TOO ENGROSSED STARING AT JACK.
EMILIO: Listen what's going on with you and Deveraux?
EMILIO: Well, it didn't seem like that back at the office.
JENNIFER: No, nothing. He was just giving me a hard time,
EMILIO: You don't have to be here if you don't want to.
JENNIFER: No, no, it's fine, really. Besides you haven't
finished my fries.
EMILIO: Are you sure?
JENNIFER: Yes, I'm sure. Now tell me about this dog you
AT JACK'S TABLE, HE IS IGNORING ANJELICA AND STILL
And so with Adrienne spending so much time away things are getting
better and better, father and son are getting to know each other and
Justin and I are getting to be friends again. As a matter of fact,
yesterday he walked in the house, ripped off my clothes and made passionate
love to me on the dining room table. Jack....
ANJELICA: Jack! You are about as subtle as a bumble bee
JACK: What are you talking about?
ANJELICA: You are staring at Jennifer Horton, are you not?
JACK: I'm not staring.
ANJELICA: No, you're right, you're leering.
ANJELICA: If you are that interested in her why don't you
just go over and talk to her.
JACK: Of course I'm interested in her. She's my employee.
I'm her boss. But I am not leering.
JACK: I am not.
ANJELICA: Hmmm, me thinks the gentleman doth protest too
JACK: Well, it doesn't matter what I do or think anyway.
ANJELICA: Of course it does Jack. Why would you say that?
JACK: Because like everybody else in this town, Jennifer
doesn't respect me as her employer because of my past track record.
That's all she thinks of.
ANJELICA: I see. Well, for most people in this town, that's
a pretty hard thing to overlook.
JACK: Thank you for your support.
ANJELICA: I said for most people, Jack. You know
something, you may be right. Maybe in Salem she does see you just
for who you were.
JACK: What are you suggesting? That I leave town.
ANJELICA: Yes, exactly.
JACK: Thank you.
ANJELICA: No Jack, listen to me. Why don't you leave town
with Jennifer? I mean if Salem is where she thinks of you and sees
you as who you were, maybe if you get her away from here, she'll
see you for who you are.
JACK: Get Jennifer out of this one horse town? Anjelica,
I think you've got a point there.
SCENE THREE: LUNCH IS OVER.
ANJELICA: I don't know about you but I have some errands to
JACK: Anjelica, please allow me. I mean after all it's the
least I can do after all the advice you've given me.
ANJELICA: Yes, well thank you Jack. I just hope you take
this advice to heart. So long darling.
JACK: So long.
JACK LOOKS ACROSS AT JENNIFER AND EMILIO LAUGHING
AND HAVING A GOOD TIME. HE WALKS OVER.
JACK: Jennifer, I need to speak to you.
EMILIO: Oh if it isn't Clark Kent. Can't you see that she's
JACK: Emilio, once again you state the obvious.
EMILIO: Are you getting in my face again? I wasn't sure.
JENNIFER: Stop it both of you. Don't start. What is it Jack?
JACK: I think it would be best if we spoke alone.
JENNIFER: Emilio, I'm sorry. Would you mind if we talked
EMILIO THOUGHT JENNIFER WOULD BRUSH JACK ASIDE, JACK FLASHES
HIM A PLEASED GRIN THAT SHE DID NOT.
EMILIO: Um, that's cool. I'll call work and check my schedule.
(To Jack) But don't worry. I got my eye on you (he walks off).
JACK: (Showing Jennifer to her Chair.) Please.
JENNIFER: Ah Jack, why don't you tell me what I did wrong
JACK: Well, that's just it. You've been doing a lot of things
wrong lately. Around the office that is.
JENNIFER: But you keep telling me what a good job I'm doing.
JACK: Yes, well, what I mean is that you have been trying
very hard, maybe a little too hard. I think your eagerness is getting
in the way of your professionalism. It's about time you started
to mature. As a reporter I mean.
JENNIFER: Okay. Well, how do you suggest I do that?
JACK: I think the best way to do that would be to hang around
with professional reporters. Be like a sponge and soak up their
expertise. For example, spend some time at a journalism convention.
JENNIFER: Alright Jack, the next time a convention comes
up, I will look into it.
JACK: That's a funny coincidence. It just so happens I'm
going to a journalism convention in Atlantic City today.
JENNIFER: Oh Jack, that's very funny.
JACK: I'm not joking. I think you should go.
JENNIFER: You want me to go to Atlantic City with you,
JACK: No time like the present.
JENNIFER: Oh Jack, I don't believe this.
JACK: It will be strictly business of course.
JENNIFER: Of course.
JACK: There'll be a lot of big newspapers there. Washington
Post, Chicago Tribune, New York Times....
Jack I don't know.
JACK: Well, it's quite an opportunity but if you're not
ready for it, maybe sometime soon.
JENNIFER: Can I think it over?
JACK: (Gets up to leave) Better think quick. I've got to
leave today, this afternoon.
JENNIFER: Alright, well I'll think about it and I'll call
you and let you know, alright. Thanks.
JACK: Don't mention it. Just thinking about your career.
JACK LEAVES AND JENNIFER LETS OUT A BIG SIGH, OBVIOUSLY
THINKING OVER WHAT TO DO.
SCENE FOUR: JACK LEAVES AND EMILIO
TELLS JENNIFER THAT SHE WOULD BE CRAZY TO GO. EMILIO SAYS DEVERAUX
HAS ONE THING IN MIND; SHE DISAGREES. JENNIFER GETS ANGRY WHEN EMILIO
INSULTS JACK. SO SHE GOES TO THE PHONE AND CALLS JACK ON THE PHONE.
JACK: Hello, Jack Deveraux.
SCENE FIVE: JACK IS SITTING IN HIS OFFICE
PLAYING WITH A PAPER AIRPLANE, AWAITING JENNIFER'S CALL, WHEN
THE PHONE RINGS.
JENNIFER: Hi Jack, it's Jennifer. I thought about
JACK: (Extremely pleased, but acting cool and unemotional.)
JENNIFER: And I'll go.
JACK: Oh Jennifer, could you hold for a minute? Thank you.
JACK PUTS HER ON HOLD AND PUTS DOWN THE PHONE. HE JUMPS ONTO
HIS DESK IN ONE LEAP. THERE HE DOES A LITTLE TAP DANCE SINGING
AS HE GOES.
JACK: "Leaving on a jet plane Don't know when I'll
be back again." Yeah!
THEN HE JUMPS BACK TO THE FLOOR AND PICKS UP THE PHONE
AGAIN. HE NONCHALANTLY CONTINUES HIS CONVERSATION WITH JENNIFER.
JACK: Ah, Jennifer, yes. Why don't we meet at the airport in
say.... an hour?
JENNIFER: Okay, sounds good.
JACK: Terminal two, how about that?
JENNIFER: Bye, bye.
HANG UP. THEY BOTH ARE HOPING THAT MORE WILL COME OUT OF THIS TRIP.
JENNIFER: (Crossing her fingers.) Oh please, let this work.
JACK: (Grinning) This is really going to work.
JACK SENDS THE PAPER PLANE FLYING ACROSS THE OFFICE.
SCENE SIX: A HOUR LATER JENNIFER
HAS JUST BOARDED THE PLANE. SHE IS CONFUSED, THINKING SHE IS IN
THE WRONG PLACE, BECAUSE IT IS A PRIVATE JET AND NOT A COMMERCIAL
JENNIFER: I was looking for Flight 111 to Atlantic City.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: This is Flight 111. The plane was chartered.
JENNIFER: By who?
JACK WALKS IN.
JACK: By me.
JACK COMES OUT OF THE FRONT CABIN. HE HAS CHANGED
INTO BLACK JEANS AND HE IS BUTTONING. HE LOOKS MIGHTY HANDSOME.
JENNIFER: Jack, what's going on?
JACK SIGNALS HER TO BE QUIET AND SPEAKS TO THE FLIGHT
JACK: I can take it from here.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: (She seems taken by Jack, speaking rather
seductively.) Of course, Mr. Deveraux.
THE ATTENDANT LEAVES THEM ALONE.
JACK: (To Jennifer) I like to travel in comfort, not steerage.
So, that'll be champagne, caviar?
JENNIFER: Well, I'm more used to little bags of honey roasted
JACK: Oh. Then you just turn around and you sit yourself
down right over here and relax. You do like champagne don't you?
JENNIFER: (Teasing, but it seems she would not mind it much
if it were more than just a business trip.) I thought this was a
business trip Jack. But maybe I was wrong about what kind of business
you had in mind. Was I wrong Jack?
JACK: Of course it's business. I mean why else would
I ask you?
JENNIFER: Then what's all this? The private plane, the champagne,
JACK: (Charming and rather romantic) Just because it's a
business trip doesn't mean we don't go in style. For me this is
traveling style. First class and I thought maybe you'd enjoy going
in first class with me. But it's no big deal. We can send this little
plane home and take a commercial flight.
JENNIFER: No, um.... there's nothing wrong with it. It's
fine. Actually it's very nice.
JACK: Okay then, how about a toast. To new experiences.
early August 1989]
SCENE ONE: JACK AND JENNIFER HAVE JUST RETURNED TO
JENNIFER'S HOTEL ROOM AFTER A DAY AT THE CONFERENCE.
Oh, air conditioning.
JACK: Oh, please. It does. You don't know
what it feels like in New York City today.
JENNIFER: I can't believe we got through three more hours
of meetings in that ballroom without air conditioning. I thought
being here at least would make a difference.
JENNIFER: Yeah, you're right. Don't tell me because I'm
not going to be able to move again for hours.
JACK: (Reluctant to leave, sighs) Ah.... (rubs his hands
together) well I guess we better call it a day, huh?
JENNIFER: (Also Reluctant ) Oh yeah, I guess so.
JACK GETS UP TO LEAVE, BUT HE WOULD LIKE FOR THEM TO GO OUT,
BUT APPARENTLY DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO ASK OR THINK SHE WANTS TO
DO SO. JENNIFER ALSO IS DISAPPOINTED AND WOULD LIKE TO GO OUT,
AND ALSO SEEMS TO THINK THAT JACK DOES NOT WANT TO DO SO.
JENNIFER: Oh, Jack?
JENNIFER: I just wanted to.... um.... thank you for bringing
me along. I learned a lot, just today.
JACK: Oh I'm glad. I am.
JENNIFER: (Reluctant to see him go.) Okay. Well.... good
Yeah, I guess you're probably pretty tired. Probably going to hit
the hay, right?
JENNIFER: Aren't you?
JACK: Well no, no not really, no.
JENNIFER: You know, me neither. I haven't even had a chance
to even look at anything yet.
JACK: (Seeing this as his chance.) Really? Well, in that
case.... er.... I'm going to take you with me.
JENNIFER: What? I can't believe you. You're going to take me
JACK TAKES HER HAND AND SPINS HER AROUND (THEY ARE
JACK: Come on Jennifer. You didn't think that I brought you
all this way just to sit in some steamy seminars did you? Really.
JENNIFER: Jack, what are your talking about?
JACK: What am I talking about?
JENNIFER: Yes. If you didn't bring me here to sit through
meetings then why did you bring me here?
JACK: Why did I bring you here?
JENNIFER: Jack, stop repeating everything I say and tell
me the reason you brought me to Atlantic City.
JACK: The reason....
IN TYPICAL JACK FASHION HE IS UNABLE TO BE HONEST
ABOUT HIS FEELINGS FOR HER. SO HE TRIES TO THINK UP AN EXCUSE.
JACK: Alright, I'll be honest with you. I didn't bring to
you here to sit and suffer in a steamy seminar with a bunch of people
you'll probably never see again. I brought you here to.... er....
to.... er.... to do some research.
JENNIFER: (Very disappointed) Oh, research for what?
JACK: (Making it up as he goes along.)
On a.... on a story. A big story for the Sunday edition. That's
it, that's the.... ah.... gambling, casinos, the life of the high
roller, yeah. We're going to do a story. What do you think? You
could share a by-line.
JENNIFER: You want me to co-write a Sunday cover piece?
JACK: I think you're up to it. Yes.
JENNIFER: Oh Jack, this is incredible. I don't know what
JACK: Don't say anything. I have a lot of expectations in
you and your writing.
JENNIFER: Well, thank you, that means a lot to me Jack.
JACK: Good. Well, let's say we get downstairs and see how
the other half have fun.
JENNIFER: Great. That's fine. Oh wait Jack. Maybe we should
JACK: Change? You mean like out of.... (He takes a big sniff
under his right arm.) out of these damp clothes.
JENNIFER: (Enjoying his antics) Yes, maybe into something
a little more casual.
JACK: Casual? Yes, casual could be very good. Yes. See you
downstairs in five minutes.
(Trying to tell him how she really feels.) Oh Jack, um I just wanted
to tell you that things have really changed between the two of us
in the past few months.
JACK: You mean the past few minutes?
JENNIFER: No, the past few months. This job has really
made a big difference in my life and it's all thanks to you.
JACK: (Avoiding looking at her) Well, what can I say? I
mean you've earned it.
JENNIFER: Well, I'm very grateful. It's terrific opportunity
and you're an okay boss (It is obvious by her expression that
he is more than just that). See you in ten minutes.
SHE GOES INTO THE BATHROOM.
JACK: (Happy with himself) "You're an okay boss...."
that's it. "That's the ticket." (Imitating Jon Lovitz
from his Saturday Night Live skit from this period) Yeah.
SCENE TWO: JACK AND JENNIFER
ENTER THE CASINO. HE IS WEARING VERY TIGHT BRIGHT YELLOW SHORTS
WITH A YELLOW FLORAL HAWAIIAN STYLE SHIRT AND A YELLOW SUNSHADE.
HIS BLACK SOCKS ARE PULLED UP HIGH AND HE IS WEARING BLACK SHOES.
JENNIFER IS WEARING A DARK SPOTTED DRESS.
JENNIFER: (Excited, impressed) Wow, look at that.
JACK: Hey, write it down, write it down.
We don't want to forget our first impressions on being here. For
the article of course.
JENNIFER: Okay, okay.
JACK: Tell me, have you played any of these games before?
JENNIFER: Oh, yeah. I used to play Blackjack all the time.
With the sorority. Jack, don't you believe me?
JACK: Oh, with a poker face like that, of course I believe
JENNIFER: Come on Jack, let's play. Come on, I'll show you
how. Come on, sit down.
JACK: (Pretending to know nothing and enjoying letting her
show him how to play.) Oh, over here?
THEY SIT UP AT A CASINO BLACKJACK TABLE.
DEALER: In or out?
He's in. Smack 'em.
JACK: Ah, what? What?
JENNIFER: Smack 'em. That's what you say when you want a card.
Trust me alright. Smack 'em. Oh sorry. Bet.
SHE TAKES SOME CHIPS OUT OF JACK'S HAND AND PUTS THEM
IN FRONT OF HIS CARD HAND. JACK'S HAND IS DEALT AND HE PICKS UP
JACK: Now what do we do?
JENNIFER: (Very excited) Oh Jack, you've got a pair, split!
JACK: A what?
JENNIFER: That's when you have two cards the same. That means
you play two hands because you have two cards the same right. Here
put em down like this. Match the bet. Smack 'em.
SHE SEPARATES THE PAIR AND PUTS THEM FACE UP ON THE
TABLE AND ADDS THE SAME NUMBER OF CHIPS TO THE SECOND CARD.
DEALER: Smack 'em huh?
JENNIFER: That's the name of the game isn't it?
JACK: (Not wanting to spoil her fun.) Oh well, it's close
JENNIFER: Okay come on. Come on.
THE DEALER DEALS A CARD ON TOP OF THE FIRST HAND.
JENNIFER: Okay, that's seventeen. You want to ice it right
there. That means you don't want any more cards but over here (She
points to the second hand.) you only have nine and you can play on
JENNIFER: Smack 'em again.
JACK: Huh, uh!
JENNIFER: Oh, smack em again. Oh Jack, Jack.
JACK: What, what?
JENNIFER: It's so great. One more card and you'll have Five
JENNIFER: If you have Twenty-one under five cards, that's
the best that there is. And you only have four cards and they're
doing you a favor. And you bet big enough that you could end up
being the Bull Goose Lucy.
JACK: The who?
JENNIFER: The Bull Goose Lucy.
JACK: Oh, forget it. Whatever. You're the shark here. Whatever
JENNIFER: Thanks. (She prompts him to ask for another card.)
JACK: Ah.... er.... slap me. Hit me...
JENNIFER: No, smack 'em, smack 'em.
DEALER: Twenty-two. You're out.
THEY BOTH SIT WITH THEIR MOUTHS OPEN AS THE DEALER
GATHERS IN THE CHIPS.
JENNIFER: I don't believe we lost. (Beat) Jack I'm sorry.
DEALER: Maybe next time try it without you good luck charm,
pal. Smack me?
THE OTHER PLAYERS LAUGH AND JENNIFER IS HUMILIATED.
JACK: Jennifer look....
JENNIFER: Jack, look.... I have to.... I'll be right back.
SHE RUNS AWAY FROM THE TABLE. JACK IS CONCERNED FOR
A SECOND THEN TURNS BACK TO THE TABLE.
JACK: (Getting serious) Alright gents. Smack me like the little
lady says. That's what they say that where I come from. Hehehehe.
HE SITS INTENTLY WATCHING HIS CARDS. HE PICKS THEM
UP AND HAS BLACKJACK.
JACK: Well, I'll be a Bull Goose Lucy. That's not in five
card calls me but the night is young. Let's play cards. Hahahahaha.
SCENE THREE: STILL AT THE
BLACKJACK TABLE, JACK HAS WON A HEAP OF CHIPS.
JACK: You know something. You're a good dealer and believe
me, I've been dealt with a few. Hahahaha. What's the matter guys,
haven't you ever played before?
JACK: Come on, deal 'em buddy, papa needs a new pair of Guccis.
HE SIPS HIS DRINK WHICH IS FULL OF FRUIT
AND HAS A PINK UMBRELLA IN IT. JENNIFER IS WATCHING FROM BEHIND.
JACK TAPS HIS SHOE AND LAUGHS LOUDLY AGAIN. JENNIFER
SEES HIS WINNINGS.
JENNIFER: Well, I guess those guys at the table really knew
what they were doing.
JENNIFER: Gee did I miss anything?
JACK: Ah, no not much. (She looks at the pile of chips.)
Ah, you mean this? Oh I can explain this.
JACK: Ah, would you believe beginner's luck?
JACK: How about.... er....
JENNIFER: How about the truth Jack?
JACK: The truth? Oh, okay so I know how to play smack Jack.
JENNIFER: Oh really? No kidding.
JACK: Oh Jennifer, I just let you go on and show off what
you learned at your little (Slurring) sorority.
JENNIFER: Wait a minute Jack. Don't you go talking about
my sorority like that.
JACK: I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't mean that. I didn't
mean your little sorority, I meant your big sorority.
JENNIFER: I am not some air-headed sorority girl alright. (It
is obvious that Jennifer wants Jack to see that there is more to her
than meets the eye. She wants Jack to take more than a professional
interest in her.) Maybe one day you'll realize what kind of girl I
JENNIFER WALKS AWAY VERY UPSET AND ANGRY WITH HIM.
JACK: (Scrambling to catch up with her.) I.... I do. Jennifer
I do. (Talking to the deater) Here save these for me would you?
(Running over to Jennifer) Jennifer wait a minute. Jennifer I do.
I know how much you've got going for you.
I know what you've got and I want.... (To passing waitress) Excuse
me. (He picks up two glasses of champagne and gives one to Jennifer.)
And I just happened wanted to make a toast.
JENNIFER: To what?
JACK: (Again making it up as he goes along.) Well, to....
er.... to you. To your talent and your compassion and your.... and
your er.... your talent and compassion and your.... career and well,
I'm just glad that you decided to come with me.
JENNIFER: So am I Jack. And thanks for helping me.
JACK: Help you? Come on, what?
JENNIFER: To mature.... maybe? (Gesturing with her fingers,
putting her thumb and finger a fraction of a inch apart.) (Beat)
JACK: (Smiling) Maybe.... maybe a lot.
THE STAND AND LOOK IN EACH OTHER'S EYES.
JACK: "Home again, home again, jiggety jig!"
SCENE FOUR: LATER THAT NIGHT THEY RETURN
TO JENNIFER'S ROOM. JACK IS SO DRUNK HE CAN HARDLY WALK AND IS
STILL HOLDING A GLASS OF WINE. HE HAS THE SUNSHADE ON BACKWARDS
AND THE PINK UMBRELLA IS STICKING OUT OF HIS HAIR.
Alright Jack, here we go.
JACK: Here we go.
JENNIFER: Here we go. Come on.
JACK: Where are we going?
JENNIFER: Right over here. Come on.
JACK: Oh right over here. Oh yes. We're going to bed. Are you
taking me to bed?
JENNIFER: (Rather amused) No, no, no, no. I'm putting
you to bed.
JACK: "Putting".... well that's nice. That's
nice. Oh, and it is nice, it is.
JACK BOUNCES ON THE BED.
JENNIFER: Isn't it? Nice isn't it?
JACK: It's a start.
JENNIFER: Okay. I'm going to go in the bathroom and I'm
going to fix some coffee in that little coffee machine okay.
JACK: I don't want any coffee.
JENNIFER: (Removing the glass from his hand.) Yeah, yeah,
you do. You do. You want coffee.
JACK: I do.
JENNIFER: I'll be right back.
JACK: I do and I'll be on my back.
HE FLOPS BACK ON THE BED.
JACK: Better yet, I'll be on my stomach.
HE ROLES OVER AND BURIES HIS FACE IN THE MATTRESS.
JACK: Aaaargh, aaaargh! Jennifer?.
JACK: Did you call me?
JENNIFER: No, Jack.
JACK: No, Jack. No, Jack. Why not, yes Jack. I want a....
Never a yes Jack. Always a no Jack. Why not a nice simple
JENNIFER POPS HER HEAD OUT OF THE BATHROOM.
JENNIFER: Yes Jack.
JACK: Yes, Jack. Yes. And now, now. (He slowly stands up.)
That's it. Oooh. (Pulling down the legs of his shorts, that have
ridden up.) Now, now I can die a happy Jack.
(He picks up a tulip from the vase and holds it aloft.) Yes Jack.
(He flops back on the bed.) That's all I needed. Just a little bit
of encouragement. There's no such thing as a bad boy Father Flannigan.
Yeah. Yes, Jack.
JENNIFER: (From the bathroom) Jack, how do you want your coffee?
THE BOOZE HAS MADE JACK OPEN UP, AND HAS MADE HIM
ABLE TO ADMIT HIS TRUE FEELINGS.
JACK: Straight. Straight. I like it straight. When you're
straight with me.... You're always straight with me.... And....
and.... and sincere. I like sinc.... I like it sincere. I want sincere
JACK: (Cont.) You're always honest and oh, oh, better looking
than a Five Goose Lucy and a Chancy Launcey. I could never have
that kind of luck eh? Oh, not the way I've played. No siree, Bob,
Chuck. Oh, I don't deserve.... I don't deserve you. No, trust me
Jennifer, no. I just drag women down. Yeah. Right and left. I don't
mean to. Just natural I guess but this is something I do. I don't
want to drag you down Jennifer. Trust me. Trust me.
JENNIFER LOOKS ON FEELING SAD.
JENNIFER: Jack. (He is sound asleep) Oh, Jack.
TENDERLY SHE CLIMBS ON THE BED AND PULLS THE QUILT
OVER HIM WHILE HE SLEEPS. SHE KNOWS THAT BEHIND IT ALL THAT JACK
IS A DECENT AND LOVING PERSON. AND IT IS OBVIOUS THAT SHE HAS GROWN
TO CARE DEEPLY FOR HIM.
JENNIFER: You're wrong, you know. You don't drag me down. There
is a decent guy in there. I've actually seen him a time or two.
JENNIFER: (Smiling at Jack actions and then speaking wistfully)
Too bad nobody else has.
JACK ROLLS OVER ONTO HIS BACK SNORING WITH THE TULIP IN HIS
MOUTH. SHE PULLS IT OUT AND HE STOPS SNORIN, GIVING HIM A TAP.
early August 1989]
JACK: Jennifer, Jennifer. (He starts to sit up and grabs his
head.) Oh! Oh!
SCENE ONE: IT IS THE NEXT MORNING AND JENNIFER IS ASLEEP ON
THE FLOOR. SHE HAS ONE OF JACK'S SHOES LYING ON TOP OF HER. JACK
IS STILL ON THE BED HALF COVERED IN THE QUILT WITH THE WILTED
TULIP IN HIS MOUTH.
HE SITS UP AND SEES JENNIFER ASLEEP WITH HIS SHOE.
JACK: Oh, no. (With a terrified expression he looks under
the covers to see what he is wearing.) Oh, no. Oh (With relief),
still intact. Okay....
HE TRIES TO GET OUT OF BED BUT SLIPS OFF INSTEAD.
HE MOVES TOWARDS JENNIFER TO RETRIEVE HIS SHOE BUT
JENNIFER STIRS AND PUTS HER HAND OVER HIS SHOE AND HE CANNOT GET
IT. HE TICKLES HER HAND AND PUTS THE TULIP IN IT AND SLIPS OUT THE
JACK: Here, come on. Take this pretty flower and give me that
nasty old shoe. Okay.
HE SPOTS THE OTHER SHOE THE OTHER SIDE OF JENNIFER
SO CRAWLS ACROSS THE TOP OF HER TO GET IT THEN WITH A SHOE ON EACH
HAND HE DRAGS HIMSELF TO THE DOOR.
HE JUST REACHES THE DOOR WHEN JENNIFER WAKES UP.
JENNIFER: Jack, where are you going?
JENNIFER: Well, what are you doing Jack?
SHE WAVES TO HIM FROM HER BED ON THE FLOOR, AND HE WAVES BACK
WITH HIS SHOE.
THEN SHE CRAWLS OVER TO HIM AND PUTS HER HAND ON HIS SHOULDER.
JACK: Ssssshhhhh! Don't yell.
JENNIFER: I'm not yelling.
JACK: Ssssshhhhh! Just go ssssshhhhh.
JENNIFER: Jack are okay?
JACK: Yes, I just need to find someplace where I can cut
off my head.
JENNIFER: You're hung over, you know.
JACK: Boy you're perky and quick. Unfortunately, I'm not in
a condition to deal with either so ssshhh. Goodbye.
HE SHUTS THE DOOR, TURNS AROUND AND SLIDES DOWN TO
THE FLOOR STILL LEANING ON THE DOOR. JENNIFER OPENS IT AND HE FALLS
BACKWARDS INTO THE ROOM.
JENNIFER: You're not going anywhere in that condition. Let's
SHE GRABS HIS HAND AND TRIES TO PULL HIM. RATHER AMUSED
BY JACK PREDICAMENT. BUT ALSO ENJOY THE CLOSENESS THAT THEY ARE
SHARING. SHE GRAGS HIM INTO THE ROOM.
JENNIFER: Get up.
JACK: No, I....
I'm going to get you some aspirin.
JACK: Wha.... huh?
JENNIFER: Oh, it's an old family remedy.
JACK: I think.... let me take it from here.
JENNIFER: Well, you stay right here. I'm going to get you a
cold cloth. Don't move.
JENNIFER GOES TO THE BATHROOM BUT JACK POURS OUT A
GLASS OF WATER AND TOSSES IT IN HIS FACE. THEN HE PICKS UP THE WATER
JUG AND POURS IT ALL OVER HIMSELF.
JACK: Aaaaah! Feels good.
TALKING FROM THE BATHROOM.
JENNIFER: Boy Jack, boy you really tied one on last night.
SHE RETURNS. HE GLARES AT HER AND
SO SHE BEGINS TO GENTLY PAT HIS FACE WITH A TOWEL.
JENNIFER: But I guess you already.... you already know that.
(Worried that he let his guard down.) Yah. And listen Jennifer,
about last night, I didn't do anything like.... er.... you know
like dance on the tables or wearing any lampshades or that.
JENNIFER: What, you don't remember?
JACK: Remember what?
JENNIFER: (Enjoying Jack's misery, she teases him.) Jack, you
got married last night. You married this beautiful show girl and she
has four children and she looks beautiful for her age.
JACK NEARLY FALLS FROM THE SHOCK.
JENNIFER: Yeah, Lola and she's going to be here any minute.
JACK: Lola, "Stretch marks," Lola.
JENNIFER: No, Jack. I'm just kidding.
JACK: Oh, I knew that. Aye, aye, aye. (He falls forward
onto the bed.)
JENNIFER: Actually, you know, last night, you were kinda sweet.
HE BOUNCES UPRIGHT. WITH A TERRIFIED EXPRESSION.
Sweet? Sweet? As in, "Have some candy little girl?"
JENNIFER: No! As in.... "sweet."
JACK: I liked it better when I was married.
JENNIFER: Come on Jack. It's no big deal. You got a little
drunk, you loosened up and you said some nice things.
JACK: (Feeling awkward) Look, I better get going.
JENNIFER: No wait, Jack. Jack wait. Jack.
JACK: Look, you get packed and I'll go see if there's a plane
out there somewhere.
HE PUTS ON HIS SUNSHADE BACKWARDS AND STUMBLES TO THE DOOR.
HE SLIPS BACK INTO JACK MODE.
JENNIFER: Wait a minute. There's nothing wrong with having
some fun.... or being nice. Come on. I had a really great time last
night. I think you did too.
That was last night.
JENNIFER: Oh, come on. Let's just stay a little longer.
We'll go play some Blackjack. It'll be fun.
JACK: Look, I have a newspaper to run and you have to get
back. I'll pick you up in (Emphasizing each word) one half an
JENNIFER: Oh come on Jack. Let's just....
JACK: One half an hour!
JENNIFER: (Saluting sarcastically) Yes sir.
JACK: Yes. Scoot.
HE SHUTS THE DOOR AND TURNS AROUND TO WIPE HIS FOREHEAD
BUT SEES HE HAS HER TOWEL IN HIS HAND. HE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR AND
SHE OPENS IT.
JACK: (Sheepishly) I think this belongs to the hotel.
SHE SNATCHES THE TOWEL FROM HIM AND SLAMS THE DOOR.
JACK: Thank you.
JENNIFER: You're a jerk Jack. Jerk. You're the biggest
jerk I know.
JENNIFER GOES INSIDE AND BEGINS TO WHACK THE INSIDE OF THE
DOOR WITH THE TOWEL. THIS TIME NOT APPRECIATING HIS ANTICS.
OUTSIDE THE DOOR, JACK CANNOT MOVE BUT STANDS THERE
WINCING IN PAIN AT LEAVING HER.
JACK: (Little boy voice) My shirt.... my shirt's caught in
the door. Jennifer?
SCENE TWO: THEY ARE BACK
HOME IN SALEM. EMILIO TAKES JENNIFER TO LOOK FOR JULIO AT THE CHEATIN'
HEART BUT THEY GET INTO A CONVERSATION ABOUT JACK AND HER RELATIONSHIP
WITH HIM. SHE REFUSES TO TALK ABOUT JACK WITH EMILIO.
SCENE THREE: MEANWHILE JACK
HAS SEEN THEM GO IN AND WATCHES FROM OUTSIDE AS THEY HAVE THEIR
DATE. HE IS IN REAL PAIN SEEING THEM TOGETHER.
SCENE FOUR: THEY COME OUT AND HE HIDES BEHIND SOME METAL DRUMS.
AFTER THEY WALK PAST HE GOES TO LEAVE BUT BUMPS HIS HEAD ON THE
EDGE OF A DRUM.
HE RUBS IT AND LOOKS SAD THAT HE IS ALONE WITHOUT HER.