Slow Dancing In The Big City

It was 4:35 p.m.

on a clear October afternoon

when an accountant named Myron Fisher

jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge.

The 32 year old Eskimo just off the plane from Nome

dived in to save him.

The Eskimo's name was Comet.

No last name.

Comet, he just kept saying Comet, right?

Right.

When Comet arrived at Kennedy that day

he headed straight for the Glass Slipper to look for Dora.

That was all she told her back at the club in Nome,

"If you're ever in New York,

you can find me as a Glass Slipper."

But the bouncer told Comet

that Dora had disappeared three months ago.

Never trust a redhead, Comet.

Comet stood on the Brooklyn Bridge

and pulled out the old photograph

with the lipstick kiss that Dora had given them

and looked at for the 100th time.

That was when he saw Myron Fisher jump.

Jump, take the plunge, whisper sayonara?

Screw it, what are you talking to yourself for?

You know what the doctor said.

All right so shut up.

As Comet dove in after him,

Dora's picture blew away with the wind.

Sergeant McBride asked Comet why he saved Myron's life?

Comet said he didn't know,

he just had to.

And all he wanted to do was get back Dora's picture.

What a mention,

who said Eskimos were a dying breed?

The next day, there was a knock at the door

of Comet's hotel room on West 28th.

Comet opened it.

Dora was standing there

looking better than all the ways he had dreamed about her.

She'd read about him in the paper.

A few hours later,

Comet and Dora were sitting in the back

of the White Rose Bar on 38th Street.

In the booth behind 'em,

two old guys were complaining about the city,

about how the heart has gone out of it

and how nothing good ever happens here anymore.

They didn't notice the Eskimo

smiling and looking into the redhead's eyes

as she reached for his hand across the table.

(gentle music)

What are you doing with yourself?

Tracking down Eskimo's, dreams.

You stop talking to yourself long enough

maybe you could get some sleep.

Wouldn't hurt,

you might even live another year.

Then what would you do?

Tara.

Hi.

It's 5:30 in the God damn morning.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm working.

You're incredible, you know that?

You can wake me up in the middle of the God damn night

but you can't go to the Patterson's dinner party.

You know the whole Munich deal depended on that party?

One night, that's all I asked for.

Press says come back to bed.

In a little while.

Hey.

What's bothering you?

Nothing's bothering me.

When are you gonna grow up and start acting your age?

Act your age.

Who wants to act their age?

Maybe he's right.

Maybe I am getting too old for this.

I got to get some sleep.

Hello, what's going on?

Good morning, Mr. Friedlander.

This is Mildred from your service.

Now look, I know you told us never to call you-

What the hell time is it?

It's 5:16 like in the dawn.

Oh no, did I pay you money not to wake me up.

Mr. Friedlander?

You want more money, name your price.

Mr. Friedlander, there's a Jeck Guffy-

The sun is not up and I am.

Why is this, Mildred?

Look, I got a Mr. Jeck Guffy on line 16

yelling emergency.

He says he's your boss.

Nobody's my boss, Mildred.

I'm my boss.

Now don't start with me, Mr. Friedlander.

I've been on this board for 14 hours.

Alice never showed up with my dinner.

I got a tension headache.

I'm starving-Okay, put him through.

And Mildred.

What?

Get some sleep, take an aspirin.

You'll feel better.

Yeah thanks.

Here's that boss you don't have.

Hello?

I'm going to kill you, Guffy.

Just say goodbye to Harriet and the kids

and get out of your best suit.

Lou, there's a tenement fire on 161st and Broadway.

So put it out.

Come on, all the boys are on assignment.

Spitfield's not answering his phone.

So send him a letter.

Lou. - What's the matter with you?

You want me to get a heart attack?

I haven't slept since Sunday.

Lou, you got to do this for me. I'm begging you.

Lou, how many times have I begged?

Never, not real begging.

Now you're supposed to have a big heart, right?

Now let me have some, Lou, just this once.

Lou?

Lou, are you still there?

No, I went away.

Lou, would I be waking you up

if I could find someone else?

I feel terrible waking you up.

I know how hard you work.

You work harder than anybody.

But anybody's not here, Lou.

Don't give me that.

Where's Fred?

Where's Campbelman?

Hold on a minute.

Lou, remember the time

you blew a whole months' salary

paying for that old boozer's kidney operation?

Now remember how I got to the front office

to give you an advance?

I was the collateral.

Now you owe me.

- Lou? - They all flew to Newark

to go bowling or what?

Come on, Fred's covering the ride up to the Bronx.

Campbelman's waiting for the mayor to wake up.

It'll take you half an hour Lou.

Now come on, will ya?

Do me a favor.

Guffy, I ain't written straight news

since Ali's name was Clay.

Oh Lou.

I got a column.

That's what you pay me for,

that's what you get.

Lou, I'll make it up to you, come on.

Just this once, for old time's sake.

Old time's sake?

Hold on for old time's sake.

He's talking about old time's sake,

I'm losing my health.

I won't be around long enough for old time's sake.

Coffee.

The next free seats I get to any game I'm taking Howard,