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hwp After Hours Script
- Okay, punch. Punch it in.
- Right.
Okay, lets, first of all,
refresh the screen here...
and go in a format ruler.
- There.
- All right.
- Now, file?
- Right.
- And its in memory?
- Right.
And...
mark this down in the prefix file codes.
- Prefix code. Right.
- Okay.
Good. Yeah, you got it.
Another week, youll have it down.
Its temporary anyway.
I said its temporary anyway.
I do not intend to be stuck doing this
for the rest of my life.
- Dont tell Mr. Digman I said that, please.
- Okay.
Because what I really wanna do is
Id really like to get into publishing.
There arent any openings right now.
But what I would love to do
is create my own magazine...
which would be like a forum
for writers and intellectuals...
who cant get into print anywhere else.
Im not into editing
or trying to reach a particular audience.
Getting it out there,
they would get some momentum going...
and do something with...
- With, you know...
- Excuse me, please.
I love that book.
- I love that book.
- Yeah.
I think Millers really great.
"This is not a book.
This is a prolonged insult...
"a gob of spit in the face of Art...
"a kick in the pants
to truth, beauty, God... "
Something like that.
Thats very good.
Thats all I remember.
Ive read this before.
I am just rereading it.
I dont reread books that often...
but this ones my favorite.
I like it better than Capricorn or Plexus...
or Sexus.
He used to kiss himself
after he ate a good meal.
Its mostly...
Let me ask you. Does that cashier
seem a little weird to you?
He keeps making
these strange movements.
God!
I think hes just waiting to be discovered.
Do you want another coffee?
No. Im gonna head over
to my friends house.
- Which way you headed?
- Downtown, SoHo.
Nice. A loft?
Yeah. Shes a sculptress.
Lately, shes been making these
plaster-of-Paris bagels and cream cheese.
Really?
Shes trying to sell them as paperweights.
You wanna buy one?
Paperweight?
- Yeah, I would. How much are they?
- I dont know.
If you think you might be interested,
her numbers 243-3460.
243-3460.
- Her name is Kiki Bridges.
- Kiki Bridges. Okay.
- Nice talking to you.
- Yeah. Great talking to you.
Excuse me. Can I borrow your pen?
Thank you.
- Yeah?
- Yes. Is Kiki Bridges there, please?
- This is her.
- Hi.
You dont know me. Im calling because
Im interested in your paperweights.
- Yeah.
- Youre the sculptress, right?
A girl I met tonight at a coffee shop
told me that she was staying with you...
You mean Marcy.
- I dont know. She didnt tell me her name.
- Hold on. Ill get her.
She told me about these paperweights
and the work that you do.
Hello?
- Hello? Marcy?
- Yeah?
Hi. This is Paul Hackett.
We met earlier tonight.
Hi. Sure, I remember.
- How are you?
- Im all right.
I just got in...
and I opened up my book
and saw your number...
Good.
Im glad you called.
So...
So, do you work near that coffee shop
or live in the neighborhood?
No, I was just over
at a good friend of mines.
Actually, we had a terrible argument.
- Thats too bad.
- Yeah, it is.
Whatever it was,
Im sure youll straighten it out.
You think so?
Do you think I should try to make up?
I dont know. Maybe youre better off.
I dont know what the circumstances
were, but sometimes...
You know, I dont...
I mean its not my business.
- Maybe you should come over.
- What?
- Maybe you should come on over.
- Sure. Now?
Yeah. Why not?
Where to?
Im at 28 Howard Street.
Near the corner of Crosby.
Its in SoHo.
- The name on the buzzer is Franklin.
- Not Bridges?
Bridges is crossed out.
Just press the buzzer.
Okay. About 45 minutes?
- Yeah, great. Ill see you later.
- All right.
- Paul?
- Yes.
- Im really glad you called.
- Me, too.
