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Secretary Script



I got out of the institution on

the day of my sister's wedding.



I'd started to get used

to the place...



breakfast at  8:00   classes at 2:00  

therapy at  4:00   and asleep by   10:00.



You can call me anytime, Lee.



I will always try

and be of heIp to you.



Inside, life was simple.



Thank you, Dr. Twardon.



For that reason,

I was reluctant to go.



Bon voyage.



Come on kiss her, kiss her.



Give her a big wet kiss...



Save some for the honeymoon.



Hi, Peter.



Peter, yeah, who you

almost successfully forgot.



No, I did not.



Are you happy to be home?



I mean, are you happy

to be home?



How did you know?



I know what you mean.



Here's a little something

for the lovebirds.



You Iook so beautiful.



Thanks, Dad.



I thought you stopped.



Do you know how much

we missed you, pumpkin?



I missed you too.



You know what?



I don't feel so good.



Let's go sit down.



You want to talk to me

like a chiId.



I'm not a child!

Think I don't know what I'm doing?



You act like a child!

You don't act like a man.



You've been fired!



Well, I'm glad I'm fired.



I'm glad I'm fired.

Boy, I hated that job.



I don't care that you hated it.

You're drunk!



I'm not drunk. Why do you...

why do you... I'm not drunk!



Why do you always say that?



Get off my fucking back!



Watch this.

Watch this, huh?



Avoid the temptation



of placing your fingers

on the home keys by sight.



Strike each key so that your

fingers bounce with each stroke.



Do not strike without thinking.



Do not even attempt to steaI

a gIance at your paper.



'My flowers had just about

given up in despair,



so with the exception of a few

potted pIants from the florist,



we're flowerIess

for the first spring in years.'



And... time.



I'm so proud of you, honey...



being out in the world like this.



When my accident happened



we were in the kitchen

and my back was to her.



Upstairs, my dad was just leaving

for work at Havis Department Store.



Because there was

a limited amount of time



that my mom's

back was turned...




- I slipped and cut too deep.



I'm not sure how

I could have misjudged.



I've been doing it

since  th grade.



Just a precaution.



'Be a leader.'



I have never

had a job before.



But I can assure you



that I am very excited

about this opportunity.



Thank you.



Oh... well...

I don't have any references yet.



But I think that

the Municipal Tax Office



would be a wonderful place...



to begin...



my career.






Hello, I...



Wait. I...









In here.









Are you the lawyer?






I'm sorry, I'll come back later.

- No.



No, stay.



It said, 'secretary.'



That's right.



Are you pregnant?






Do you plan on getting pregnant?






Are you living in an apartment?

- A house.




- With my parents.






My sister is going

to live in the backyard,



with her husband,

in the pool house.



Are you married?






Have you ever won an award?




- What did you win the award in?






Are those your scores?












Could you get me

a cup of coffee with sugar?



Do you really

want to be a secretary, Lee?



Yes, I do.



You scored higher than anyone

I've ever interviewed.



You're really

overqualified for the job.



You'd be bored to death.

- I want to be bored.



I have a part-time paralegal.



All I need is a typist,

who can get to work on time...



and answer the phone.

- I can do that.



We only use typewriters here,

not computers.



That's fine.

- It's very dull work.



I like dull work.



There's something about you.






you're... closed tight.






I know.



Do you ever loosen up?



I don't know.



I'm not here.



Less sugar in the coffee.



How did it go?



Lee: I got it.



I knew you could do it!






'Hello. You have reached the office

of Mr. E. Edward Grey.



Please leave your message

and the time you called



along with your phone number

and the best time to reach you...



and we...



will get back to you

as soon as possibIe.'









Type up this letter and send

four copies to O'Malley & Barrett.



Right away, sir.



That's good.

That's good.



So you're the new secretary?






Excuse me?

What exactly is a paralegal?



See ya.









and... wide.



I brought you these.



I think I accidentally threw out

my notes on the Feldman case.



Maybe you could...

- Go through the garbage?



Yes, Lee, thank you.



Why are you here?



I'm just waiting for you, honey.



But I'm here for five more hours.



I know.



Excuse me, sir?



It's okay.

I found another set.



This needs more sugar.

- Sugar?



And six copies of these.



Freshen up that trap, Lee,

and put out one more.



Mice like to go behind

the chairs too, Lee.



Just because

it's hard to reach...



does not mean we don't

take care of every possibility.



Here, give me that.



Thank you.



E. Edward Grey's office,

may I heIp you?



We're very happy with AT&T.

Thanks, though.



Is he in?

- Could you just wait one moment?



You're right,

that is a very good offer.



I'm going back now.

- Could you wait one minute, please?



Yes, I do understand that.






Excuse me?






Listen... I have no idea

if we make...



over $   worth of long distance

calls to Chattanooga each month.



Tell him it's Tricia O'Connor.



Mr. Grey?






Mr. Grey?



Ms. Holloway.



Mr. Grey?



I'm not here.






I'm afraid he's gone.



Is that right?



E. Edward Grey's office.



Is that you honey? It's me.

- Daddy?



It's so good to hear your voice.



Dad... where are you?



I'm downtown... somewhere.



Could you pIease hold?



Do you have a message, Ms. O'Connor?



Tell him to sign the settlement.






Hello... ?



Hello, Dad?



How's work?






How's Mr. Grey?



He's fine.



Well... Peter called.



Some people have to wash something...



as soon as they've worn it

for like half a day.




- And then you got...



your more laid-back folk, who will

wash this stuff when it's dirty.



Which kind are you?



I'm the type of guy...



who wants to get married

and have a kid.



I wash my clothes

just when they're dirty.



Me too, and that

is what counts in a relationship.






In a relationship?

- In a...






May I interest you

in a little more?



Just a little more?

- Why not? Okay.



You're different than you were

in high school, Peter.



I've changed.



What happened?

- I had a nervous breakdown.



Me too.



Sort of.



Tom, I have this and these.




- Yes, Lee?



I've read that if you wear that

kind of underwear that it squeezes...



your 'thingies.'



Balls... my balls?

- Yes.



My 'grapes'?

- Your grapes.




- Your testicIes.



Your sperm gets 'squozen'

and then you can't have babies...



and I thought that you said

that you wanted to have babies.



There you go,

I said it.



To babies.






Diaper rash.



Breast feeding and crying.






Look at it.



Do you see that?

- What?



This letter has

three typing errors in it,



one of which is,

I believe, a spelling error.



I'm sorry.

- This isn't the first time, either.



There have been others

that I let go...



in the first few weeks.

This cannot go on.



Do you know what this

makes me look like...



to the peopIe who receive

these letters?



I'm sorry.



Type it again...

and get it right.



You're wasting my time.






Go type up a bill

for that woman for $   .



Aren't you going

to proofread the letter?






when peopIe come

into this office,...



you are a visual

representation of my business...



and the way

you dress is disgusting.






You're tapping your toe all the time

and playing with your hair.



You're either going

to have to wear a hair net



or stop playing with your hair.



And another thing...



do you realize that you

are always sniffling?



I'm sniffling?



And what is with

your tongue...



when you're typing?



I'm sorry,

I didn't know I sniffled.



Well, you do.



'Mr. Grey...



thank you so much for

your helpful suggestions.



Because I am trying to be...



the very best secretary

that I can be for you.'



The sentence should read,...



'Without proper guidance

from a knowledgeable source,...



my client would never have made...



these material decisions

on her own.' Period!



I have repeated the sentence...



Are you sure

you wouldn't like some wine?



We make it homemade,

don't we, Stewart?



Try it, it's good.

- Would you like some, Lee?



No, thank you.

Not right now, Sylvia.



Peter taIks about you all the time.



He says he's found his soul mate.



Did you say that?



I did.

- Peter's sister Lindsey...



is getting married

this coming winter in Vegas.



Did you know Peter has

a very stable job at J. C. Penney?



They even gave him a cell phone.

- Perhaps it'II be a double wedding?






Ms. Holloway.



Come into the library...






'...the remarks made in print,...



in summation

of the events in regard...



to the Rubin Berkowitz libel.

Yours sincerely,' etc.






The phone is ringing.



Answer it.



I'm sorry...

- Brr-ing!







- Brr-rr--!




This is the office of...'



Listen... you're a big girl.



You can get a much bigger voice

out of that tiny throat of yours.




- Ms. Holloway,...



you told me when I hired you that

you were used to answering phones.



I am.



Did you get

enough sleep last night?




- The phone is ringing.






this is the office

of Mr. E. Edward Grey.'



You see? You see?



That's showing a little spunk.

I'm not running a mortuary.









Mr. Grey...?



Come here.



Did you have a date recently?






With whom did you have a date?




- Peter.



Did you have sex?






I don't know.



Are you shy?



I'm shy.



You're not shy.

You're a lawyer.



I'm shy.



I overcome my shyness...



in order to get things done.



I don't think you're shy.



Lee, I'm going

to be frank with you.



I know I'm your employer...



and we have

a proscribed relationship...



but you really should feel




to discuss your

problems with me.



What's going on with

the sewing kit and the Band-Aids?






I feel...






Do you want some hot chocolate?






Why do you cut yourseIf, Lee?



I don't know.



Is it that sometimes the pain

inside has to come to the surface...



and when you see evidence

of the pain inside...



you finally know

you're really here?



Then when you watch the wound heal

it's comforting, isn't it?






that's a way to put it.



I'm going to tell you something.

Are you ready to listen?




- Are you listening?



You will never...






cut yourself again.



Do you understand?



Have I made that perfectly cIear?



You're over that now.



It's in the past.






Never again.






Now, you know what

I want you to do?



I want you to leave work early.



You're a big girl...

a grown woman,...



your mother doesn't need

to pick you up every day.



I want you

to take a nice walk home,...



in the fresh air,

because you require relief.



Because you won't be

doing that anymore, will you?



No, sir.






Oh, it's early.






I'm going to walk home

from now on.



I took a shortcut

through Hawkins Park,...



and it was as if

I'd never taken a walk



by myself before.

And when I thought about it,...



I realized that I had probably

never had taken a walk alone.



But because he had given me

the permission to do this...



because he'd insisted I do it,

I felt held by him as I walked along.



I felt he was with me.



At the same time I was feeling

something growing in Mr. Grey...



an intimate tendril creeping

from one of his darker areas,...



nursed on the feeling that he

had discovered something about me.



The next day I didn't even bring

my cuticle scissors and my iodine...



but I did make

another typing mistake.



What is wrong with you?

That is all you have to do...



type and answer the phones.

Is that beyond you?



I'm sorry.

- It certainly seems to be.



I'm sorry.

- Don't apologize to me.



What goes on inside

that head of yours?



Come into my office

and bring that letter.



Put the letter on my desk.



I want you to bend over the desk

so you're looking directly at it.



Get your face very close to the letter

and read the letter aloud.



I don't understand.



There's nothing to understand.



Put your elbows on the desk...



bend over...



get your face close to the letter

and read it aloud.



'Dear Mr. Garvey,...



I'm grateful

to you for referring...'






Ms. Holloway, read.



'...for referring me to your case.



The subject of animal captivity...



has been of interest

to me for quite a while,...



and my secretary has prepared...

research material...



that I think you will

find illuminating.



If you wouId be so kind...



as to send me the June  th Ietter

of which we spoke,...



my associates and I

will review it immediately.



Please feel free to call me

at your earliest convenience.



Yours sincerely,

E. Edward Grey.'



Read it again.



'Dear Mr. Garvey...'



'I am grateful to you...'



'for referring me to your case.



The subject of animal captivity

has been of interest to me...'



'...for quite a while.



And my secretary

has prepared research material...



that I think you

will find illuminating.'



Now straighten yourseIf up

and go type it again.



Ms. Holloway?

Good letter.






The lock can

come off the cabinet now.



Oh, honey.



Replace the light bulb

in the hallway to my office.






Mr. Grey.

- Good to see you again, Mr. Garvey.



You remember my secretary,

Ms. Holloway.



I'm sorry about the typo.



It's porterhouse steak,

mashed... no...



creamed potatoes, green peas,

iced tea and ice cream.



Okay. Just a scoop

of creamed potatoes...



and a slice of butter.



Four peas...



and as much ice cream

as you like to eat.



'Cosmo's' advice for

'getting your man...



to share his feelings

more intimately'



is to first try

some 'breezy humor.'



Whatever you do, don't jump too

quickly into 'relationship talk.'



I'm your secretary.



I'm your secretary.



Just one scoop

of creamed potatoes,



one slice of butter...



oh... and four peas...



How many inches away

was the furnace...?



Had you turned off the furnace before

you went down into the basement?






maybe you didn't

squeeze it hard enough.



There's always concern

about it bursting.



No, God no.

I haven't had time to get to that.



I'm doing as much

as I possibly can.



Where was she when you

crawled under the house?



And the lock box? Did you cover it

with dirt before you left?



Mud upstairs?



No, I'm confused by that.



Ah, but...



this was the overweight child

or your nephew from Baltimore?



On the banister.



I have to work.



Okay. Give me a week

and I'll have something for you.



I'm sorry, the office has been...






Mr. Grey, I'm going

to go home now.



If you need any more typing done

I could come back later.



Thank you, Ms. Holloway.

Good night.



That will be all.



Oh, here's just one example.



He asked me out to Red Lobster

the other night for a nightcap.



And yesterday he asked

if my hose were control top...



and if they were,

I certainIy didn't need it.



Your boss?

- Yeah.



You shouId sue him

for sexual harassment.



I like that idea.

- Hello?



My lawyer is representing a woman who's

suing her boss for sexual harassment.



Is he a good lawyer?



He's the best.



'He's the best.'

- How long will he be there?



Who was that?



He checked himself into the hospitaI.






Yes, Lee?









I just wanted...



I needed you...



I wanted you to...



You need me to what?



I just wanted you to not forget to

go over the Lynch papers for tomorrow.



No, I haven't.



That's good.



Thank you, Lee.



After he turned me

away from his house,...



he put me back at my old desk

and he just stopped doing it.



He threw out all his red pens.



I kept making typos...



but he just treated me

like a regular old secretary.



Are you coming?



After a while I began to wonder

if that was all I was.



Have we received

any checks from Mr. Garvey?



No, sir.



File these.



That's a pretty tie.



But I guess you

won't be golfing today.






Your tie...

it has golfers on it.






Damn it.



Don't be scared.



I'm not.



That's not what I meant.



I'm sorry.



Look here, see...



I'm sorry.






but my cIothes get to stay on

and I want the lights out.



I didn't hurt you, did I?






Ms. Holloway?



Yes, Mr. Grey?



Come in to my office.



But Mr. Marvel is waiting.



Ms. Holloway,

come in to my office.



Yes, sir.






Ignore it.



Now pull up your skirt.






You're not worried that I'm going

to fuck you, are you?



I'm not interested in that,

not in the least.



Now pull up your skirt.



Lee...? Lee?



I said, pull up your skirt.






I'm not going to be able to come

to the diner today, okay?






That's okay, 'cause...

it's all right.



Pull down your pantyhose

and underwear.



I told you I'm not

going to fuck you.



Get these forms filled out.



And then you can

take your lunch break.



Bring me my sandwich,

I'm eating in.






go have the usual.



No mayonnaise this time.






send in what's-his-name.






Mr. Grey.






Place your prick in my mouth.



Screw me.



Oh shit. Fuck.







Oh, Mr. Grey...!






Most people think that the best way

to live is to run from pain.



But a much more joyful life...



embraces the entire spectrum

of human feeling.



If we can fully experience

pain as well as pIeasure,...



we can live a much deeper

and more meaningful life.



Ms. Holloway?



Yes, sir?

- Bring your typing scores.






What happened?



Are you pregnant?






Do you plan on being pregnant?

- Could I...



You plan on getting pregnant?






Are you living in an apartment?



A house.




- With my parents.



Are you married?






Are those your scores?






Do you really want

to be my secretary?



Yes, I do.



This isn't just about typos,

tape, staples and pencils,...



is it, Lee?

- No, sir.






No, sir.



I like you Lee, but I don't think

I'm going to offer you the job.






It's your behavior.



What about my behavior?



It's very bad.



I'm sorry.

You can collect your things.



Time out.

- Time out?



You're fired.

- You're fired!



You're fired!

Now, Lee. Get out!



Why did you get glue smear

all over the Ramsey papers?



Because I was fixing your shredder.

You saw me.



Are you aware you kick

your shoes off under your desk?



I can smell your feet.

Do you ever change your pantyhose?



Every day.

- Every time you erase...



there are littIe shavings

all over your desk.



I told you to take

that Walkman home.



I don't want the possibility

of your listening to music...



when you're supposed

to be working for me.



I saw it in your desk...

I know it's there.



I'll move it.



You have to go

or I won't stop.






I cannot do this anymore.



But I want to know you.



I'm so sorry for

what happened between us.



I realize what a terrible mistake

I made with you.



And I can only hope

that you understand.



Be assured you can count on me

for excellent references.



Get out.



Get out.



What are you do...

- Get out!



I opened the envelope

the second I got home.



It was a check for $   .

More than he actually owed me.



It occurred to me

to tear up the check, but I didn't.



I felt like I was doing

the right thing.



And I didn't tell anybody

about any of it.



I pretended to go

to work as usual,...



and watched his office

from across the street.



He hired a new girl and

changed the locks on the doors.



There was just nothing

for me to do about it.



My doctor at the

institution once said,...



'Every journey begins

with the first step.'



So I decided it was time

to meet someone new.



There was one who tried

to grab and pinch my nipples...



before we even

made it to his car.






Another guy kept ordering me

to pee on his patio...



and when I refused, he said...

- I thought you were a masochist.



Then there was the one who liked

being tied to a gas stove...



while the burners were on

full blast.



I had to throw tomatoes at him.

- Thank you.



For a while I stopped trying

and stayed at home...



helping Dad adjust

to his new sobriety.



Until one day,

out of the blue,...



Peter proposed marriage to me

in the basement of J.C. Penney's.



I think I said yes because

I didn't know what else to do.



I guess I was a little lighter

than you in those days.






If you hold your breath through

the wedding, you'll make it.



Don't move.

I'm going to get Stewart.



You're beautiful,

you're just too beautiful.






No! I'm not supposed to see you

before the wedding.



Where are you going?



I have something to say to you.

- Lee.



I love you.



Lee, you should not be here.



I love you.



I'm sorry, I... but I don't

believe that to be true.



Well, it is true.



It is.



This matter was resolved...



when I received your canceled

severance check.



I love you.



We can't do this    hours a day,

seven days a week.



Why not?



Put both your hands

on the desk, palms down.



I want to make love.



Keep both your feet

on the floor until I come back.




- In case you're wondering,...



your fiancée is at my office.



Lee, I'm very fond

of you as well...



Oh, it's you.



Lee, what are you doing?



Lee, I don't... I don't know

how to deal with...



I'm sorry, I'm going to have

to ask you to leave.



I'm your fiancé, Lee.



You are trespassing.



You are making

an unwarranted incursion...



a gradual or stealthy entrance

into the sphere of another.



Okay, Lee...

are you doing something...



sexual, right now?



Does this look sexual to you?



I don't know, Lee!



Why don't you move your hands?



Because I don't want to.









I don't want you.



Now, get out.



Get out.



Get out!



I brought you some peas.



There are no statutes

capable of controlling...



the relations between

men and women.



There are other ways

to show your feelings, Lee.



More conventional ways.



I expect that dress back,

dry cleaned, in perfect condition.



I'm just going to leave

you with this literature.



Why don't you read

about women's struggle first?



You know, Lee,...



there's a long history

of this in Catholicism.



The monks used to wear

thorns on their temples.



And the nuns wore them

sewn inside their clothing.



Two years ago when it didn't

work out between us, that was it.



I let him slip through my fingers.



You are part of a great tradition.

- I admire you, Ms. Holloway.



Without question, he is the most

isolated man I've ever known.



The worm... amazing.



Who's to say that love

needs to be soft and gentle?



'You are the child of God's

hoIy gift of life.



You come from me,

but you are not me.



Your soul and your body

are your own,...



and yours to do with

as you wish.'



Thank you, Daddy.






Take what you ordered.



Don't take anybody else's drink.

What you ordered.



We are here on day three

of what has come to be known...



as the 'Lee Holloway Hunger Strike.'

You may have heard...



that there are those

in the community who wonder...



if Ms. Holloway is even willing

to starve herself to death.



'In one way or another,

I've always suffered.



I didn't know why, exactly.



But I do know that I'm not

so scared of suffering now.



I feeI more

than I've ever felt,...



and I've found someone to feel with,

to pIay with, to love,...



in a way that

feels right for me.



I hope he knows that I can see

that he suffers too,...



and that I want to love him.'



Each cut, each scar, each burn,

a different mood or time.



I told him

what the first one was.



I told him

where the second one came from.



I remembered them all.



And for the first time in my life,

I felt beautiful.



Finally part of the earth.



I touched the soil

and he loved me back.



Where did you go to high school?



What was your mother like?



What was her name?



What did it say...



under your senior

yearbook picture?



Who was your first Iove?



When did your heart...



first get broken?



Where were you born?



Des Moines, Iowa.



All our activities melted into

an everyday sort of life...



until we looked like

any other couple you'd see.



Pull it over, yes.



Just pull it tight.



Now these pillows

like to be stacked...



largest to the smallest.



We had a June wedding, by ourselves,

at the justice of the peace.



Then we honeymooned

in the mountains.



We only had the weekend, because

Edward had to get back to work.

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