25 December 2005 @ 02:33 am
"The Inside Man"  
Brad Chase finds his happiness in unexpected places

free hit counter"On the house."

"Why's that?" All other mornings, the barista made a point to eye his tip cup when handing Brad his change.

"In fact – "He pointed a finger to Brad's lapel as he switched to announcer mode, addressing his caffeine groupies in the small shop in the lobby of the firms building. " – you're not paying for another cup of coffee this year." A promotional smile tried to overshadow the fact there were only seven days remaining in his offer. "That kid you rescued. You're Charles Bronson, man. You're a hero. Hero's never pay. That'd be bad karma."

"Great. Thanks." Brad dropped the bills in the cup, unfazed, walked across the lobby and boarded the elevator.

Miss Hughes jumped in at the last minute, brushing at a significant wet spot on her coat. "I mean, this is ridiculous. Did he not see me on the corner? No, just go ahead and drive that stupid Mercedes through that huge puddle. Hello? Look at me!" Brad pursed his lips and looked at her coat. Silently.

"What? You think this is funny?"
"Nope. What d'ya want me to say?" She looked at him incredulously. Brad shrugged, matter-of-factly. "We live in Boston. It rains." He waited for her to get off the elevator first, then headed to his office, hearing Melissa sighing to no one in particular, “That man was busy writing mission statements when they were handing out the reaction gene."

He was hanging his trench coat when he heard Denny talking to a woman in the conference room.
"Brad’s the best."
"I want your assurance, Denny."
"The man served in the Gulf War. The one that turned out okay. He was top of his class at West Point and Harvard Law School. I’d put my own life in his hands."

Brad closed his office door and started going through the settlement documents in the Bridge divorce. It wasn’t that Denny’s words didn’t make him feel something. He nodded to himself, comfortably assured Denny was in his court when it came to partnership consideration. Denny’s loyalty was never in question. There’s no need to show emotions, though. What does it accomplish other than put a big fat target on you. Facts are facts. Simple as that. Brad wasn’t the most demonstrative litigator in practice. His crosses were more about reality than dramatics. The facts could not be in dispute and they served him well.

He did experience a sense of relief when the foreman read the verdict on his three felony counts. Denise had attempted to get him to express some kind of over-the-top alleviation. Her voice had an edge. "Are you always like this?" "Like what?" He’d gone back to work. Forward momentum. Next item of business.

There were times when he’d let someone in on his happiness. You couldn’t count out the occasional connection with the opposite sex, but those were hit and miss. Sally never got used to his stoicism. If the balance wasn’t right, if one had too much emotion, he’d take up residence to the opposite extreme. Not exactly the stuff erections are made of.

He'd been satisfied with the hand he'd had in Alan facing his clown aversion. It was less about happiness than about being squared. Not that anything needed to be squared with Alan. But if it did, then they were squared.

At the end of the day, Brad walked purposefully through the bitter cold, driving to his brownstone hours after dark. "Expect to see Father Time wearing his North Face Arctic Parka when he departs 2005. Boston's in for snow, with wind chill dipping temperatures to the low 20's..." Brad hated it when even the weatherman could be bought for product placement.

He climbed his steep icy steps, let himself in and dropped his briefcase next to the coat rack. He started a fire, twisted the top off a Sam Adams and picked up the Christmas gift Jamie Stringer had given him. For the first time that day, Brad felt happiness, the kind that took him back.

Brad slipped in the dvd and settled back on his couch in his sparse home. He drank half the Adams, a huge grin on his face, unseen by anyone but completely genuine, utterly Brad, as "The Inside Man", his favorite episode, began.

JOE: She's not the type to commit murder...
PEGGY: When it comes to love and murder there is no type.
JOE: Stop quoting some half-baked philosopher.
PEGGY: Joe, I'm quoting you.

Brad’s role model did a slow burn. He raised his bottle to the cliche-ridden dialogue that poked fun at itself. For the next hour, Brad lost himself in shootings, car chases, crashes, exploding Roadsters, fist fights and dead people, digging the adventures of the hard-boiled private eye - in the classical tradition - Joe Mannix. And he was unequivocally happy.

[Cross posted to Theatrical Muse: "What are you happy about right now?"]
 
 
 
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Brad Chase: We hold these truthsbrad_chase on January 2nd, 2006 01:06 pm (UTC)
Brad watches her, then Alan, then her, knowing he was the only one in the elevator representing 'most people'. He nods once. "Correct." Then, because he couldn't let Alan win the room: "The top civil litigation firm in Boston."

The woman barely glanced at him, turning slightly in Alan's direction. This was nothing new - s.o.p. around the firm - but it was an endless source of irritation to Brad. He grinned and gestured:"Whatcha got there?"

"Drafts." Brad pocketed his hands and looked up at the floor indicator, enduring. Waiting for Alan to reel in his catch, sure the release would follow.
Alan Shore: outlinealan_shore on January 2nd, 2006 05:04 pm (UTC)
Judging by Brad's expression of resolute stoicism, he expects Alan to at any moment begin conversing with the woman in fluent Japanese.

Alan knows precious little Japanese, so instead he says, "Speaking for the top civil litigation firm in Boston, most of us have mastered--"

"I know you," she says, suddenly turning from Alan to Brad. "I saw you on TV. You're the guy...shit...you did something."

"He attacked a priest with an axe," Alan says. "That's why we're headed to the top floor. It's his armory. We also happen to be the top vigilante justice firm in Boston."

Of course, she's (somewhat) interested in a real answer, so she's still looking at Brad.
Brad Chase: We hold these truthsbrad_chase on January 2nd, 2006 10:45 pm (UTC)
Brad patiently let Alan run through his stand-up, the priest-chopping having entertained all at the Christmas party, the recent International meeting and assorted clients.

Her look actually made the small room feel hot - or maybe it was him. "No." He directs this to Alan. To the woman: "Mr. Shore sees my action through Wes Craven-colored glasses. There was a little coverage on a boy who was kidnapped. I had something to do with his recovery." She inhaled, about to speak, when the elevator dinged and the doors opened onto an empty floor. Not just empty. Bare. No walls. No fixtures. No color. Alan and Miss Benzaiten followed his gaze, all three momentarily absorbed in their own curiosity. The doors began to slide shut, when Brad held out his hand, restoring their view. "Whatdaya know. Heaven is in Boston."
Alan Shore: outlinealan_shore on January 2nd, 2006 11:30 pm (UTC)
Forgetting their guest, Alan stares openly. There isn't much to stare at, but leaving an entire floor empty makes no sense. He expects a portal into John Malkovich's head at the very least.

"This is your idea of heaven," he says, not taking his eyes off the distinct lack of anything of interest. "Somehow I'm neither surprised nor impressed."
Brad Chase: We hold these truthsbrad_chase on January 2nd, 2006 11:48 pm (UTC)
"The things I could do with this space... " She stepped forward as if the floor had some unworldly vacuum. Before she crossed the threshold, the doors closed, sounding more like the Star Trek bridge than they ever had before. The polished silver broke the trio's trance. Absently, more from habit, Brad replied to Alan: "Somehow I'm certain you've never been surprised or impressed with anything." He wondered if the barista in the lobby kept shots of something other than espresso. "We're going down," Brad stated, unnecessarily.
Alan Shore: outlinealan_shore on January 3rd, 2006 11:33 am (UTC)
"Stuck with two lawyers in an elevator," Alan says (with, it should be noted, some genuine sympathy) as they begin their descent. "It seems heaven isn't all Boston has to offer."

"Oh no." She gives the barest hint of a smile. "My hell is spacious. James Wyatt designed it and traveling salesmen who refuse to travel populate it. And you?"

Alan raises his eyebrows. "Mine? Two lawyers in an elevator."
Brad Chase: quietbrad_chase on January 4th, 2006 12:27 am (UTC)
Brad glares at Alan, then pushes the button for the firms floor. "Allow me to be your Virgil." He didn't understand much of their esoteric references, but he did find he agreed with Alan. The doors opened, revealing Garrett shining a pair of shoes. Brad exited with a nod to their new aquaintance. "Decent job, son," he said to Garrett as he walked toward the kitchen.
Alan Shore: is there even a word for this expressionalan_shore on January 4th, 2006 08:46 am (UTC)
"A pleasure," Alan murmurs to the woman before catching up with Brad.

"You're not going to tip him?" he asks, nodding in Garrett's direction.
Brad Chase: drinksbrad_chase on January 4th, 2006 01:00 pm (UTC)
"Garrett does it for the joy of service." Brad, having poured his coffee, was searching extensively through the cupboards, opening and closing every door. "You chose to follow me rather than swap obscure literary quips with the woman? Ah, bingo." Brad was crouched down, reaching to the back of the bottom drawer containing the dusty valentine hearts cookie cutters. He stands and fills the ceramic mug boldly marked ALAN with Melissa's uniquely strong coffee and hands it to his colleague.
Alan Shore: matters of grave importancealan_shore on January 4th, 2006 03:39 pm (UTC)
"Talking over your head is more fun when you're actually present," Alan says, setting the cup down and rummaging in the fridge for some half-and-half. He's not drinking the coffee until Brad's taken a sip.
Brad Chase: drinksbrad_chase on January 4th, 2006 04:16 pm (UTC)
"You're hilarious," Brad deadpans. He leans against the counter and drinks his coffee, then watches Alan, racking his brain for a better comeback. Just as Alan starts to sip [Brad grins at the thought of Alan sipping, half-expecting to see his pinkie lift], Brad attempts to make Alan choke. "A priest, a rabbi and a monkey walk into a bar and the bartender asks - 'what is this - a joke?'"
Alan Shore: slut for authorityalan_shore on January 4th, 2006 04:40 pm (UTC)
All Brad gets for his efforts is a pair of raised eyebrows as Alan continues to sip. The coffee is uncommonly strong, but the cream helps and it's better than anything Alan himself could've prepared.

"I'm asking myself the same question."
Brad Chase: drinksbrad_chase on January 4th, 2006 04:54 pm (UTC)
"I forgot. What you'd find funny is more along the lines of 'Brad walked into an elevator - and fell to his death.' Did I say funny? I meant life's mission."
Alan Shore: he looks happyalan_shore on January 4th, 2006 05:03 pm (UTC)
"Now, now," Alan says. "My plans for your demise aren't nearly as extravagant as all that. They involve a comfortable chair, a preferred beverage, and some spectating more than anything else."
Brad Chase: drinksbrad_chase on January 4th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
If it's all the same to you, I suggest you rent "The Running Man", instead.
Alan Shore: is there even a word for this expressionalan_shore on January 4th, 2006 05:34 pm (UTC)
"If it's all the same to you, the soon-to-be former Governor of California doesn't need my encouragement."
Brad Chase: consider it carefullybrad_chase on January 4th, 2006 05:47 pm (UTC)
Brad lowered his cup, furrowed his brow and looked like his dog was terminal. "These are bad times for the Right, what with Abramoff." He looks up at Alan. "Before you say anything, consider what Denny would think."
Alan Shore: profilealan_shore on January 4th, 2006 06:22 pm (UTC)
Alan laughs. "I know what Denny thinks. Denny thinks I'm an anarchist rabble-rouser whose dangerous notions of equal justice are going to lead to some apocalyptic future where the poor are treated as though they're people."

He sips his coffee. "And he thinks I hog the sheets."
Brad Chase: drinksbrad_chase on January 4th, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
*nods* "A pinko commie."

Brad drinks his black coffee and, upon hearing too much: "Haven't you ever heard of 'Don't ask, don't tell'?"
Alan Shore: outlinealan_shore on January 4th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)
"That's not a recognized communist doctrine."
Brad Chase: drinksbrad_chase on January 4th, 2006 09:59 pm (UTC)
"Gotcha. Saw on The History Channel that the punishment in communist countries for what you two are doing is seven years in prison with other men - and there is a three year waiting list."
Alan Shore: real men wear pinkalan_shore on January 5th, 2006 07:14 am (UTC)
"Has The History Channel ever aired a special on Ancient Greece?" Alan asks, raising his mug and taking a drink so as to hide his smirk.
Brad Chase: Bad answerbrad_chase on January 5th, 2006 06:09 pm (UTC)
*Shuddering, involuntarily* "Key word is ancient. You enjoy floating this... ambiguity, don't you? Why is that?"
Alan Shore: fadedalan_shore on January 5th, 2006 08:01 pm (UTC)
Alan looks at him blankly. "Ambiguity, Brad? Would that be moral, sexual, or syntactic?"
Brad Chase: Confront your fearsbrad_chase on January 5th, 2006 08:08 pm (UTC)
Considering your aversion to be straight with me - and yes, you can take that how you want to - I'd say all three. You've mastered the trifecta of ambiguity.

Answer, Alan?
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