Today's script was written as an exercise in style, I was going for the pace and self-importance of Ernest Lehman's The Sweet Smell of Success. For better or worse, this sketch was never produced. Photograph by Herman Yung.
“THE SWEET SMELL OF SUCKED CESS”
(E.G. KREELY, walks out onto his Penthouse balcony. KREELY wears a smoking jacket and holds a drink. He surveys the city like a King overlooks his Kingdom.)
KREELY: God-damn, will you look at this beautiful, god-awful city. I hate it. And I love it. I’m complicated that way.
(CHAUNCY walks out of the shadows)
CHAUNCY: Yes, Kreely, you’re quite the enigma.
KREELY: (still looking outward) Chauncy, when I invite a guest to my penthouse I don’t expect him to call me an ass-cleansing solution.
CHAUNCY: That’s an enema, Kreely.
