47 Minutes

Somewhere backstage…..

Lindsay Troy: (shaking her head incredulously) How the hell do you steal an entire chocolate fountain with a forklift…

Melvin Beauregard: I mean…these are your people… 

Troy gives Melvin the Timberlake Stare™. The MGM Liaison winces.

Melvin Beauregard: So… do you wanna talk about the damages?

Lindsay Troy: Yeah, might as well.

Melvin adjusts his neck collar. Lindsay, while only being a few inches taller, seems to tower over the smaller former Salesman of the Year for MGM’s Commercial Division. He gulps before continuing. 

Melvin Beauregard: So… we have one forklift. 

Lindsay Troy: No shit.

The stare hadn’t stopped by the way; it just kept going on forever. Melvin once again adjusts himself and stands up real straight. 

Melvin Beauregard: 34 feather boas, half a turkey costume, two oversized plastic candy canes, one chocolate fountain with chocolate…

Lindsay Troy: You know better than to have that in the same building as Bobby, that one’s on you.

Melvin Beauregard: Point taken. One “Happy Birthday Dusk” cake…

Lindsay Troy: I’m not paying for that.

Melvin Beauregard: …one box of Fighting For Nora merch that got run over, the carpet on the 28th floor, with the chocolate stains everywhere the forklift went, the cleaning bill for Jonathan-Christopher and Vickie Hall, Potential psychological counseling for Bobby Dean…

Lindsay Troy: He’s fine, he’s been through worse…

Melvin Beauregard: And probably a serious union grievance…

Lindsay Troy looks down at the smaller Melvin, giving him – and his Macy’s clearance suit with matching dress shoes – a quick once-over.

Lindsay Troy: Split it? 

Melvin looks Lindsay over, taking a moment to acknowledge her aggressive presence and posture. He nods his head. 

Melvin Beauregard: Great! 

Lindsay Troy: You’ve got the Dusk cake though.

 

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