last night. alan albright called me a handsome woman. second time he's done that. son of a bitch.
alan's very sick. he has to go to new mexico and sit in a lukewarm solution.
what about her?
she died.
apparently it didn't help. you know about peter, of course.
peter redmond. they found out why he can't remember his lines. there's something living in his brain. a parasite he picked up in borneo, doing the movie.
they're watching him closely. there's a special rehearsal set for this afternoon. to bolster his confidence. and that's not all.
that's not all, nicky. i've been backing your plays for fifteen years. and i've never been more depressed.
ever since he started reviewing the broadway theater, nobody in this business has been worried about anything else.
what?
you mean the world series? i thought the red sox were winning.
it can't be all that personal.
i mean nicky, really, no.
i'm proud of this play. it's so different from anything you've done.
we're able to surprise each other.
because we're completely mismatched.
i used to tell myself. talent is more erotic when it's wasted. will i see you tonight?
it makes me so mad. steven schwimmer ready to strike. the exterminating angel.
it's your best play, nicky.
he will absolutely hate it.