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76INT. BRAD'S OFFICE - DAY

Brad is seated behind his desk, reading a document. Lester sits across from him, smiling.

BRAD

(reads)

"...my job consists of basically

masking my contempt for the

assholes in charge, and, at least

once a day, retiring to the men's

room so I can jerk off, while I

fantasize about a life that doesn't

so closely resemble hell."

(looks up at Lester)

Well, you obviously have no

interest in saving yourself.

LESTER

(laughs)

Brad, for fourteen years I've been

a whore for the advertising

industry. The only way I could save

myself now is if I start

firebombing.

BRAD

Whatever. Management wants you gone

by the end of the day.

LESTER

Well, just what sort of severance

package is "management" prepared to

offer me? Considering the

information I have about our

editorial director buying pussy

with company money.

A beat.

LESTER (CONT'D)

Which I'm sure would interest the

I.R.S., since it technically

constitutes fraud. And I'm sure

that some of our advertisers and

rival publications might like to

know about it as well. Not to

mention, Craig's wife.

Brad sighs.

BRAD

What do you want?

LESTER

One year's salary, with benefits.

BRAD

That's not going to happen.

LESTER

Well, what do you say I throw in a

little sexual harassment charge to