Courting Alex

This place is amazing.

Oh, look, swans made out of butter.

That's a talented cow.

So, here we are.

I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. I'll just turn that off.

I hate that sound. I hear it in my sleep.

Maybe I should stop sleeping with my phone.

You have to get that?

Uh, normally, I would never, but it's this deal in Japan....

Oh, it's okay.

Ten seconds, I promise. They talk really fast in Tokyo.

Alex Rose.

What?

Yes, I have it with me.

I am so sorry.

Why don't you order us a nice bottle of wine?

Of course.

Thanks for being so great about this. I swear, five minutes, tops.

This is perfect.

So why should I change it?

"Any dispute regarding the term 'property' "as heretofore defined in section nine,

"subsection F, paragraph 15, lines six through ten, but not excluding 12."

How much clearer could it be?

I give you that point on page 29, and you won't concede to this one little... Hold on.

Alex Rose.

- Who? - Jonathan.

Your date.

I'm going to go.

What? No, no, no. Don't.

I'll call you right back.

Alex Rose.

Transcript: Raceman - Synchro: jh26

Alex Rose's office.

Hey, Molly, it's me. I need you to push the deposition to 3:00.

- Done. - Good. Anything else going on?

I gave my number to the Starbucks guy, but he hasn't called,

and I think I'm getting a sty.

Wash your hands a lot, and I'd hold out for the deli guy.

Morning, Alex.

- Is that a guy over there? - No, it's not a guy. It's just Julian.

Oh, yes, no one good, just Julian-- the harmless eunuch from upstairs.

- Hi, eunuch. - Hello, spinster.

Bye, Molly.

Hot off the presses. The catalog for my new exhibition at the Chelsea Gallery.

Ooh, nice-- you're charging $20,000 a painting.

And I knew you when you were doing sketches in Central Park.

Yes, I charge $10,000 for those now. More if there's a horsy.

These are beautiful.

Pick any piece you like. My gift to you.

Oh, no, you have to let me pay you something.

Oh, nonsense.

Pose for me and we'll call it even.

I am not posing naked.

Alex, I am an artist. It would merely be a figure study.

Of me naked.

If it would make you more comfortable, I could be naked, too.

- I got to go to work. - Have you got any milk?

Uh, I went grocery shopping in 2002-- anything's possible.

Hey, didn't you have a date last night?

You know the rule-- if I don't bring it up...

Oh, you worked through dinner again, didn't you?

No.

Admit it, you took a business call.

I promise, when the right guy comes along, I won't take the call.

Because your fingers will be too gnarled with age to pick up the phone.

You know, not everything sounds charming with a British accent.

No milk. Just a bottle of champagne,

a sugar-free Red Bull and 28 packets of soy sauce.

Stocking up for the big one, are we?

Hey, do you know what my empty refrigerator says about me?

You're an independent girl, you're living by your own rules,

you're doing it for yourself, sister.

Okay, when the big one comes, you're not getting any soy sauce.

- Morning. - Morning, Molly.

Here's your messages, here's the Atwell file

and here's the yellow top I borrowed. Turns out, I'm not 5' 11".

Is my 9:00 here?

No, I pushed them to 11:00, then they pushed you to 12:00, so I pushed them to 4:00.

Now it's their move.

Excellent.

Now I can actually have a minute alone.

Or not.

Hi, Dad.

Nice chair.

I don't have one of these suckers and I started this firm.

What can I do for you, Dad?

Remember my idea about having our biggest client buy up that block, clear it out,

put up a skyscraper?

Dad, I believe the Lockhart Tower was my idea.

Well, now that whole project is about to collapse, and it just might take this firm with it.

That's right, that was your idea. My idea was "Pizza Fridays."

The tavern in the middle of the block, they decided not to sell.

- Since when? - This morning.

John Lockhart pays this firm millions of dollars every year.

I gave him my word I'd get this deal done.

- Ooh, Dad, the vein. - The vein, the vein.

The vein will go down when the tavern owner sells.

And he will. Just go across the street and talk to him.

I'm going to. And you're going with me-- he always liked you.

Well, maybe because I call him by his name, not just "my friend."

Nothing wrong with being a little personable.

"How's the wife, my friend?"

"The food was excellent, my friend."

"You said that horse was a sure thing, my friend."

- I know his name. - Mm-hmm.

It's Phil.

Bill. His name's Bill. Like yours.

Molly, I'm going to Larson's Tavern for a few minutes.

Oh, I'll tell people you're in a very important meeting.

I'm not going there to drink.

Let's just see how the deal goes.

Stephen. Brilliant work on that Dupont case.

Oh, thanks, sir. Thank you.

Hi, Alex.

Morning, Stephen.

Okay.

Quite a kid, that Stephen. Definite partner material.

Can you believe he's still single?

- Dad. - Honey, what?

You know, I worry about you.

When I was your age, I was, I was married.

And divorced. Three times.

So, you got a little catching up to do, but...

Okay, where is this clown?

Employees only, sir.

Oh, it's okay. I'm and an old, old friend of the owner.

I'm gonna go see if he's...

if Bill is in his office.

How you doing? I'm Scott.

Alex.

- Hi. - Hi.

You, uh, you want a beer?

- No, thanks. - A case of beer?

I'm good.

You want to help me unload the beer?

Look, you seem like a very nice guy, and you obviously have access to a lot of beer, but...

I'm not here to flirt.

Flirt? You thought I was flirting with you?

Oh, well, I just thought, with that whole beer thing...

What's going to happen next? You gonna ask me to dinner?

No, I...

It's all right, I always get hit on when I wear this T-shirt.

- Hey, my eyes are up here. - Oh, I-I...

Now you're flirting.

Fine. I'll go to dinner with you.

You know, you're actually kind of funny.

- Thank you. - But I'm not having dinner with you.

Come on, take a chance. You need more fun in your life.

Excuse me, but you don't know how much fun I have. You don't know a thing about me.

Mm... I bet you're a lawyer.

Maybe.

And I bet you look totally amazing with your hair down.

Look, my friend...

this has been great, but I am very busy.

Well, I appreciate a woman who plays hard to get,

but I'm only going to ask you one more time, so you might want to say yes.

Listen, Mr. Beer and T-shirt Man,

you have now crossed the line from charming to obnoxious.

Get this-- the old man turned the place over to his grandson.

So now we got to kiss the ass of some kid named Skip or Slappy...

- Scott. - That's it.

Last chance-- we going to dinner or not?

I have to say,

this is the cheapest business dinner I have ever had.

Talking about me or the food?

Anyway, we feel the deal we're offering for your tavern is more than fair.

You know what?

I don't think I can negotiate with someone who has mustard on their nose.

What?

- How long has it been there? - Not long. A couple of blocks.

Oh! Thanks.

Here. We even?

In three blocks we will be.

So, uh,

you always wanted to be a lawyer?

Um...

pretty much. I was a lawyer every Halloween since third grade.

That might be the scariest Halloween story I've ever heard.

I had fun.

And do you know how many Milky Ways fit in a briefcase?

What about you?

Mm, I was a fireman.

That's a cute costume.

Oh, no, not for Halloween. I was actually a fireman.

I was a smoke jumper in Montana.

Before that,

I was a stockbroker. That costume sucked.

Wow. How do you go from stockbroker to smoke jumper?

Going to an office every day,

it just got to the point I couldn't breathe.

So you went with the thick smoke and the burning ash?

I gotta tell you, there were a couple fires I wasn't sure I was coming out of,

but there wasn't a minute I didn't feel totally alive.

I'm our floor fire marshal.

- Anyway, about the tavern... - Do you have a boyfriend?

Um, I think we're losing a little focus here.

- Right. So what's his name? - I don't have a boyfriend.

Really?

Scott, the plan was to talk about the deal.