Kramer vs Kramer

"KRAMER VS. KRAMER" by Robert Benton FADE IN: INT. OFFICE � ADVERTISING AGENCY � MIDTOWN � EVENING WIDE SHOT A large and very comfortable office over-looking St. Patrick's Cathedral. At the moment the office is filled to bursting with men and women, slumped in chairs, sitting on desks, all of them very tense. Among the crowd of people we note: MURRAY FISHER, a young and very ambitious junior executive and PHYLLIS BERNARD, an attractive woman in her early thirties. She is a lawyer with the agency. At the moment, TED KRAMER, nice-looking without being what you would call a matinee idol, paces back and forth. His tie is loosened, he checks his watch every fifteen seconds. Clearly he is very distraught. TED (predicting the worst) They're not gonna call... I tell you they're not gonna call. I blew it. I don't know what I did wrong, but I � REVERSE ON JIM O'CONNOR Ted's boss and good friend. He is in his middle fifties, nattily dressed with the slightly bleary look of a heavy drinker. He sits back in his chair with his feet propped on the desk and a drink in one hand. O'CONNOR (not unfriendly) Ted, will you take it easy? Revlon's not about to drop an account that represents more than two million in gross billing receipts in a small agency like this, without making us sweat. Now just relax, okay? Everything's gonna be fine. TED (at this stage, nothing will help) I don't think so, Jim. Maybe I shouldn't have � Sound-effect: The phone rings. Everyone freezes.