Matthew Weiner - Mad Men: Jaguar Pitch lyrics

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Matthew Weiner - Mad Men: Jaguar Pitch lyrics

INT. JAGUAR CONFERENCE ROOM. EVENING. PETE, KEN, ROGER, HARRY all sitting down, JAGUAR EXEC's also sitting facing DON, who is pitching in the middle of the room. DON: You must get tired of hearing what a beautiful thing this car is. But I've met a lot of beautiful women in my life. And despite their protestations, they never tire of hearing it. But when deep beauty is encountered, it arouses deep emotions because it creates a desire, because it is, by nature, unattainable. INT. HERB's APPARTMENT. NIGHT HERB opens the door to JOAN, wearing a black dress, and a fur coat. Joan walks through. HERB: You look radiant, Joan. May I call you Joan? I'm Herb, by the way. JOAN: Well, I should hope so. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM. JAGUAR. DON (cont'd): We're taught to think that function is all that matters. But we have a natural longing for this other thing. INT. HERB's APPARTMENT. NIGHT HERB, looking at JOANS neck, places on her an Emerald necklace. HERB: Oh, I got you a little something. I thought a woman with your complexion would look good in emerald. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM. JAGUAR. DON: When I was driving the e-type, I pa**ed a 10-year-old boy in the back window of a station wagon and I watched his eyes follow. He'd just seen something he would want for the rest of his life. INT. HERB's APPARTMENT. NIGHT HERB, JOAN both sitting, HERB pours JOAN a gla**. HERB: I feel like a sultan of Araby and my tent is graced with Helen of Troy. JOAN: Those are two different stories. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM. JAGUAR. Don: He'd just seen that unattainable object speed by just out of reach. Because they do that, don't they? Beautiful things. INT. HERB's APPARTMENT. NIGHT HERB leans in towards JOAN, and stares at her chest. HERB: You know, I don't know how much longer I can restrain myself. Let me see ‘em. JOAN restrains HERB's arm, finishes her drink, and faces opposite to HERB. She undo's her zip, HERB takes over. JOAN looks violated . INT. CONFERENCE ROOM. JAGUAR. DON: Then I thought about a man of some means reading "Playboy" or "Esquire" and flipping past the flesh to the shiny painted curves of this car. There was no effort to stop his eye. The difference is he can have a Jaguar. INT. HERB's APPARTMENT. BED. NIGHT HERB, JOAN both in bed, HERB facing JOAN, who is hiding her body under the duvet cover. HERB: Well, thank you for a wonderful time. You're a hell of a gal. JOAN rolls over, and gets out of bed. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM. JAGUAR. DON: Oh, this car, this thing, gentlemen, what price would we pay? What behaviour would we forgive? If they weren't pretty, if they weren't temperamental, if they weren't beyond our reach and a little out of our control, would we love them like we do? DON looks at the advertising board, which, when turned over, reveals the words: “Jaguar, at last something beautiful you can truly own.” DON (cont'd): “Jaguar, at last something beautiful you can truly own." JAGUAR EXEC's look happy, smiling out of proudness for their achievements.