Dr. Vijay Alezias: And it feels good to be a wolf, doesn't it? Power without guilt. Love without doubt.
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Dr. Vijay Alezias: And it feels good to be a wolf, doesn't it? Power without guilt. Love without doubt.
Stewart Swinton: Good evening Miss Alden. May I call you Laura? Laura, if you scream, I'll kill you. I'll just... break your neck, okay?
Laura: What are you, the last civilized man?
Will Randall: I've been offered a choice between no job and a job no one would want.
Stewart Swinton: Why hello, Will! Locked you up, did she?
Dr. Vijay Alezias: And it feels good to be a wolf, doesn't it? Power without guilt. Love without doubt.
Stewart Swinton: Good evening Miss Alden. May I call you Laura? Laura, if you scream, I'll kill you. I'll just... break your neck, okay?
Will Randall: I've been offered a choice between no job and a job no one would want.
Laura: What are you, the last civilized man?
Stewart Swinton: Why hello, Will! Locked you up, did she?
Will Randall: What do you do? Laura: Why do you care? Will Randall: I don't. I was just making polite conversation. Laura: I'd rather not discuss what I do. Will Randall: You know, I think I understand what you're like now. You're very beautiful and you think men are only interested in you because you're beautiful, but you want them to be interested in you because you're you. The problem is, aside from all that beauty, you're not very interesting. You're rude, you're hostile, you're sullen, you're withdrawn. I know you want someone to look past all that at the real person underneath but the only reason anyone would bother to look past all that is because you're beautful. Ironic, isn't it? In an odd way you're your own problem. Laura: Sorry. Wrong line. I am not taken aback by your keen insight and suddenly challenged by you.
Stewart Swinton: What are you crazy? Will Randall: NO! I'm just marking my territory, and you got in the way.
Charlotte Randall: Will? Please, can I talk to you? For a moment? Just a moment of your time. For 16 years, that's pretty cheap. Will Randall: What do you want? Charlotte Randall: I want to come back. Will Randall: No. Charlotte Randall: I have no excuse. I deserve anything you do to me. I'm just... begging you... to be kind. Will Randall: Stewart become unlovable now that he's out of my job? Charlotte Randall: I never loved Stewart. I was a mistake, Will. I'm going to talk to him. Stewart never, for one moment, meant anything to me. Will Randall: And you think that makes it better? That you betrayed me over and over again with a man that meant nothing to you? To know that you betrayed me for nothing? Charlotte Randall: Don't be such a smug - ! Will Randall: Don't touch me! And keep away.
Doctor: In Vermont? I don't think so, Will. Will Randall: You weren't there, Ralph. Doctor: Are you sure it wasn't a Husky or a German Shepherd? And after all, it was night, wasn't it? It was dark out. Will Randall: Full moon. And to answer your question, it was a wolf. It was staring straight at me, you don't confuse a dog with a wolf. Doctor: I see, whatever you say. You know, it's funny, this isn't the first Rabies shot I have given in the last few months. My wife's sister-in-law up in Onianca, a raccoon chased her up onto her porch and bit her in the ass. And last summer, the son of a friend of mine sustained brain damage from a snake bite. This kid was sitting in front of his pool and the next thing you know, he has brain damage. Will Randall: Is he all right? Doctor: Who? Will Randall: Your friend's son? Doctor: No, you idiot. He has brain damage.
Stewart Swinton: If you find me so attractive, how about me fucking you to death right now darling, how would that be? Laura Alden: I don't know I'll have to try it.
Charlotte Randall: I never loved Stewart. It was a mistake Will. I'm going to talk to him. Stewart, never for one moment, mentioned he loved me. Will Randall: You think that makes it better? To betray me over and over again with a man that ment nothing to you? To know you betrayed me for nothing. Charlotte Randall: Don't be a smug... Will Randall: Don't touch me! And Keep Away.
Stewart Swinton: What do you want me to do? I'll do it. Resign today? Promise never to see Charlotte again? Just tell me what to do. Will Randall: I want you to resign today. Stewart Swinton: Well, I can't do that. So why did I say it then? I guess it's just a way of.. of telling you how bad I feel about being such.. such a shit. I love you, Will. I know how that sounds but I do. And I know how much I've hurt you, and it kills me. I know I can't... You'll never forgive me will you? Will Randall: No. Stewart Swinton: Okay. But still I'd... I'd like your permission to ask Alden to forget about the Eastern European thing and keep you on as Senior Editorial Consultant. Will you let me do that for you? Will Randall: I'm going to get you, Stewart.
Raymond Alden: Cigar? Will Randall: Don't mind if I do. Thank you. Raymond Alden: I want you to think about Europe, Will. Eastern Europe, particularly. There's a whole new market opening up there. I think God and currency willing, the entire continent will eventually cohere, both economically and culturally. I want that to be your area. Will Randall: I see. Then my area will no longer be editor-in-chief of MacLeish House after the takeover. Raymond Alden: Look, it's nothing personal. Come on you know that. You're clearly a man of taste and individuality, which I prize. But, these days, not only in corporate America, but all around the globe, taste and individuality are actually something of a handicap Will Randall: Well, just out of curiosity, on what bias did you pick my successor? Vulgarity and conformity? Raymond Alden: Drive. On the basis of hustle, drive and 52-carat ambition. He nagged me day and night till I gave him your job. Will Randall: Well for what it's worth, here's what I've learned in 30 years. Treat the authors as human beings, don't stint on review copies, and don't hold them to deadlines. They'll only turn in rough drafts. Raymond Alden: Thank you. Thank you. I'll remember that. You're a nice person, Will. Thank God I replaced you. And I hope you give Eastern Europe a shot. You better put that out. Horses don't like it. Will Randall: Well, I think I'll finish it. Raymond Alden: Go ahead. Good cigar, isn't it?
Maude: I cannot write for a conglomerate. You'll have to protect me, Will. Will Randall: First of all, Raymond Alden isn't a conglomerate, he's an ordinary billionaire. And secondly, I'm not sure if I'm going to be here after the takeover. Maude: What? What are you talking about? You're the senior editor. Your name, your reputation. Will Randall: My reputation has been in question ever since I told Judith Krantz that no semi-literate 14-year-old would read her fiction. Maude: Oh, bullshit. Will Randall: Sit down, Maude. The good news is, the head of marketing is my friend and protege, and if I leave he says he'll leave with me. And since I know they don't want to lose him may give me some leverage. Maude: I'll leave with you, too. How's that for leverage? Come on. Let's go and see your protege. Stewart Swinton: Willie, just the man I wanted to see. Maude Waggins? Maude: Do I know you? Stewart Swinton: Not yet, but you saved my life, because upon reading "What About Us Girls" my freshman year at Yale.. Maude: You realized you had to write. Stewart Swinton: I realized that I had to stop writing because I realized that, if this was a talent, I had none. Maude: But how nice that should stop you, and how rare. Stewart Swinton: I adore you. Will Randall: I taught him to do that. Stewart Swinton: Yes, until I met Will, I used to punch my authors on the side of the head. Please, come in. Will Randall: Maude wants to go with us if we leave. You wouldn't happen to know off the top of your head, what her contract calls for would you? Stewart Swinton: She's obligated to one more book and then we get a first look at her next two. Maude: One more book. Good. How about an 80 page reminiscent of all the restaurants I've loved? Stewart Swinton: Well, whatever you say. There are no specifications in the contract. Maude: Perfect. I'll start eating out right now. You are a rarity, Mr. Swinton. A loyal man with a great taste in authors. Maude: Bye, Will. I'll see you at Jason's. Will Randall: Thank you, darling Will Randall: you are such a polished ass-kisser it takes my breath away. Stewart Swinton: Hey, I kiss them like I see them.
Charlotte Randall: how did it go? Stewart Swinton: Come on, speak. We've been going nuts. Will Randall: Well, first let me say congratulations on being the new Editor-in-Chief. Stewart Swinton: I.. What? Alden said that? What did he say? I'm... It happened this evening just before the party. He called me, told me he wanted me to take the job. I said "Will Randall's editor-in-chief" I mean I didn't even know if he was serious. Look, Will, I didn't ask for this. I mean, it just landed in my lap. Say the word I'll turn it down. What do you think I should do? Will Randall: That's up to you Stewart. Stewart Swinton: No, Will, it's up to you. I'll do whatever you say. Will Randall: I'm afraid you're asking the one person in the world who can't advise you. Stewart Swinton: Shit. I'm sorry you said that.
Detective Bridger: Your wife was found dead this morning, Mr. Randall. I'm sorry. She was murdered sometime late last night. Her body was found in the park. Will Randall: How was she killed? Detective Bridger: Her throat was torn out. Laura: Sit down. Will Randall: No, I... I want to stand up. Detective Bridger: Would you mind telling me when you saw your wife last, Mr. Randall? Will Randall: Last night. Last night, here in the lobby. About... About 6: 00. Detective Bridger: Did you argue? Laura: Don't answer anything else, Will. Detective Bridger: I was just trying to clear up a fact, Miss Smith. The clerk who was on last night said that Mr. Randall and his wife had argued. Laura: So you already know they argued. These are not straight questions. Jusy refuse to answer. Detective Bridger: Well, I would like to ask Mr. Randall's whereabouts last night. I mean certainly that's a straight question. Laura: Mr. Randall was with me last night. All night. I arrived at 6: 30 and I didn't leave. You can check that with the desk. Detective Bridger: I will. Uh... We've taken some blood and tissue samples from your... The victim. We're trying to match them up with any known offenders, and it would really help if you would submit some blood and tissue samples just to . Laura: Forget it. Not without a court order. Detective Bridger: Oh, it's just a request. Okay. Well, here's my number in case you want to reach me about anything. Here. I would appreciate it if you came down to the station later on today and gave us a statement. Both of you. Laura: All right. Detective Bridger: And thank you for your cooperation.
Raymond Alden: Is my daughter all right? Have you found my daughter? Detective Bridger: I thought she was with you the whole time? Raymond Alden: Laura! Laura: What's happening? I heard gunshots. I was afraid to come out. Raymond Alden: Are you with Will Randall? Detective Wade: Where's Randall? Laura: I'm not sure. I just hung up on him. As far as I know, he's on his way to Teterboro Airport. I told him I wasn't going with him and he hung up on me. Cop: We'd like to check the cottage. Raymond Alden: Of course Laura: What's happening? Raymond Alden: They think Tom shot Stewart Swinton. Laura: What? Raymond Alden: Laura, Tom's dead. And George, too. He was run down Detective Bridger: With Stewart Swinton's car. Laura: He was after Will. I... I knew it. At the police station, he kept asking me where Will was. Detective Wade: There's a plane at Teterboro chartered by Laura Alden. Detective Bridger: Stewart Swinton was looking for Will Randall. Do you remember this? He asked us if Randall was on the Alden estate. Detective Wade: And when he found out that Laura Alden was gone, he took off, remember? He just bolted. Raymond Alden: All this might not have happened, but I was so dead set against Will Randall because he was after my daughter. Laura: You were just trying to save me from a disastrous relationship. I would have left him within a week. He was much too tame for me. Detective Bridger: Yeah. That's what I thought when I saw you together at the Mayflower. Well, I hope this time you will come in and give us a statement. Laura: it would be my pleasure. Could I send you something to drink, detective? Another vodka tonic? Detective Bridger: Another... .uh.. No, thanks. Laura: Let me know if you change your mind. Detective Bridger: How the hell does she know what we've been drinking? Laura: I can smell it. I can smell it a mile away.
Will Randall: Ah. Mr. Alden. So good to see you again so soon, sir. Raymond Alden: It's nice to you too, Will. Robert Keyes, my counsel. Will Randall: Counselor nice to meet you. George: Nice to meet you, Mr. Randall. Raymond Alden: Sit down, Wil. Sit down. Will Randall: Of course. Raymond Alden: You're deliberately goading the top writers of this house to leave and become part of some totally improbable scheme that hasn't a hope of succeeding. And being writers, they're too goddamn stupid to know it Will Randall: Hmmm. Well, you may very well be right, Mr. Alden . They might not succeed, but it won't hurt them to try, and if they fail any publisher will be glad to get them. Raymond Alden: And you with them? Will Randall: Yes. That will be part of the deal. But it really doesn't matter whether we start a new publishing house or go to another publishing house. At least seven first rate writers are going to leave MacLeish House because they don't like its policies. And when I issue that press release, which I intend to do in the morning, the reputation and value of this firm will take a giant nosedive. Raymond Alden: Well, you're a worse son of a bitch than Stewart. Will Randall: Yes. But I still have those two drawbacks, taste and individuality. Raymond Alden: Maybe I can overlook them. Raymond Alden: All right. Call it off. Keep your job. I'd never have fired you in the first place if I known you were this ruthless. Will Randall: Thank you. But before I do anything, I want a deal memo granting me additional powers and additional moneys and I want it by tomorrow morning. George: I won't agree to that. Raymond Alden: Oh, yes, you will. I'd do it anyway. What do I know about publishing? I'll tell Stewart. Will Randall: No. Don't tell anyone until the deal is signed. Then I'll tell Stewart.
Gary: You mean, like a manual on owning animals? Will Randall: No, no. Not animal possession, animal possession. Demonic possession, a possession of the spirit by an animal. Gary: Give me a minute. How many do you want? Will Randall: One. The top one. The most respected one. Gary: Vijay Alezais? Wrote "Something Wild" 1948. Old, but breathing. Will Randall: He's not some kind of mystic out of this jungle, is he? Gary: No. No. He has a string of letters after his name. In fact, he's Dr. Alezais. Will Randall: All right. Thank you. Can you give his number to Mary, please? Gary: All right. Will Randall: And Gary? Gary: Yeah? Will Randall: Don't tell people that you had a drop of tequila with your coffee this morning. You didn't have coffee this morning.
Doctor: Any idea how this happened? Will Randall: None. Doctor: Hmmm. Well do you ever sleepwalk? Will Randall: Not that I know of. Doctor: It sounds like you took a nice little walk in sleep, fell down and maybe knocked yourself out. Doctor: Now I feel some scalp lacerations back here, Will. And, you know, nothing bleeds like the scalp. Okay. So I'm gonna make some arrangements for you to have an EEG and a CAT scan, which means you'll have to spend a night at Mount Sinai. Will Randall: Out of the question. Doctor: What are you talking about? You could have a concussion or a possible blood clot. Will Randall: No one feels this good with a concussion or a blood clot.
Will Randall: Are all of these you? Laura: Yes. My father keeps this cottage empty just for me, so when I show up I'll have a place to stay that's as far away from him as possible. Pictures were thrown in by the decorator. He had a mawkish side. Will Randall: Is this you. Laura: My mother. She died when I was 12. Will Randall: I'm sorry. Will Randall: And this? Laura: My brother. He died last year. Will Randall: Oh, yes, I remember. He had some kind of an accident? Laura: No, he killed himself. He was diagnosed borderline schizophrenic. And I guess he got tired of the title. He lived with me on and off. Will Randall: Nice face. Laura: Yeah. Yeah, he was pretty nice for a little brother.
Will Randall: This is really something. Laura: Isn't it? This is where I used to come to bury my pets. And this is where I realized that one day I would die. Standing right here on this spot, I realized that one day I would be over. Will Randall: I want to tell you something. A few days ago, something happened to me. I was driving in New England and I hit an animal. Laura: Oh, God. Will Randall: A wolf. Laura: In New England? Are you sure? Will Randall: I'm absolutely positive. And when I tried to touch it, it but me. Laura: Did you get checked for rabies? Will Randall: Yes. No, I'm fine. But this is really going to sound insane. Since it happened, I feel as though the wolf passed something along to me. A scrap of its spirit in my blood or something. I don't know. Suddenly my senses are all incredibly acute. I feel just so... great. I mean I'm just not the kind of person who walks around feeling great. I don't know. I'm... I'm different. More alive. Stronger. Laura: Well, sounds strange, but... Will Randall: It's better than living in Bosnia Laura: No,no. I wasn't going to say that. I was going to say that, whatever it is, if you feel great, maybe you should just accept it as a gift. Will Randall: Well, I'm afraid it will have a price. Laura: There is that. Would you like to stay for dinner? If it's not peanut butter and jelly and I don't tell my father? Will Randall: Yes. Laura: Well... Let's get back before it gets dark. Will Randall: You cold? Laura: No but we will be. Laura: What is it? Will Randall: I don't know. Laura: Here, sit down. Will Randall: No, I think... I think I want to get inside. Inside Laura: Well, all right. All right. It's not that far. Here, lean on me. Will Randall: No. Laura: Oh, come on, don't be silly. You are talking to an almost professional psychiatric nurse.
Will Randall: "Never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls" Charlotte Randall: Will? Just remember who you are. Stewart Swinton: Just charm the bastard, you can be charming when you want to. Will Randall: Why is he doing it this way? Stewart Swinton: He probably thinks it's kinder face-to-face
Laura: Hello. Will Randall: Laura I've been trying to call you Will Randall: Don't hang up. Will you let me explain? Laura: No. Will Randall: Why? Laura: Because first of all I'm not a fan of men who mysteriously disappear in the morning. Will Randall: Hey listen, listen, listen to me. I had an accident, God damn it. I sleepwalked last night. I hit my head and knocked myself out, and I drove to the doctors at 6: 00 this morning. Laura: But it didn't occur to you to come back to the cottage and tell me? Will Randall: No. No it didn't occur to me to come knocking on the door of your cottage at 6: 00 in the morning with a scalp wound and ask you to take care of me again. And finish drying. The sound of that towel is driving me crazy. Laura: Are you telling me that you hear what I'm doing over the phone? Will Randall: Yes. It's one of my new gifts. Laura, please can I see you? Can we have dinner tomorrow? I'm at the Mayflower. Laura? Laura: I'll be at your hotel tomorrow evening at 6: 00. You better be there and you better look like you fell. Will Randall: I will be and I did. Room 825. What did you... Will Randall: makevme for breakfast? Will Randall: I'm not only the president of the Hair Club for Men, I'm also a member.
Detective Bridger: We got an alibi... girl says she was with him all night long. Detective Wade: Airtight? Detective Bridger: Depends on who the girl turns out to be.
