After the Game Page #3

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doubts about the economic future.

A recent poll suggests a staggering

there is a very real chance they will be

unemployed within the next 5 to 7 years.

But what does that matter to a

bloated millionaire fat cat like you?

In other financial news, stock markets

rose both domestically and abroad today

after the announcement of

stronger than expected earnings

by several

high tech companies

but dipped again reacting to reports

that Nicholas Van Orton had sneezed.

Are you gonna spend the rest of the

evening prying at that clown's mouth?

I... I don't... It's frustrating

for me if you don't pay attention.

What is this?

This is your game, Nicholas,

and welcome to it.

I'm here to let you in

on a few ground rules.

You received the very first

key, and others will follow.

You'll never know where you'll find

them or how you'll need to use them.

So keep your eyes open.

How do you...

You can see me?

Let us save the questions

till afterwards.

How does this work?

There's a tiny camera

looking at you right now.

It's impossible.

You're right, impossible.

You're having a conversation

with your television.

It's miniaturized.

You know how dangerous

that is?

Mr. Van Orton?

And in domestic news,

in Southern California...

Yes, Ilsa. What is it?

Is everything all right?

It's fine. It's...

...in the petroleum

processing plant yesterday.

I've finished for the evening.

Will you be needing anything else?

No, I won't, Ilsa.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night, then.

...in a petroleum processing

plant yesterday.

Several workers were injured

in the... Who was that?

Never mind who that is.

You wanna know how a camera

got into your home, don't you?

Yes, I would.

Cold.

Colder.

Warm.

Warmer.

Write this number down.

It's a 24-hour Consumer

Recreation Services hotline.

For emergencies only.

But don't call asking what

the object of the game is.

Figuring that out

is the object of the game.

Good luck and congratulations

on choosing CRS.

...regret to have the American

ambassador expelled after the incident.

US State Department responded

quickly with a formal apology.

An announcement of the ambassador's

immediate voluntary removal...

Hey, buddy,

spare any change?

Help me out here,

huh? Huh?

If you'd like to make a call,

please hang up and try again.

May I help you?

What is it?

What?

Thank you.

Buddy?

Can you help me out?

I need some toilet paper.

I ran out.

Just... Just go into

the next stall.

Come on, help me out.

Hello?

Hello?

Didn't expect

to see you here.

I wanted to wish you luck.

Been up all night?

I checked it. Personally.

I appreciate that, Sam. Why don't

you go home and get some sleep?

You're sure you don't want

me along? No, I'll be fine.

Hmm, nice shirt.

Don't ask.

Ciao!

All of these years,

the first time ever you've

stepped foot in these offices,

it's to ask me to step down.

You promised to

meet the projections, Anson.

$1.60 a share

is what you said.

I don't think this visit

comes as a surprise.

Projections were

far too optimistic.

Admittedly, yes.

Our EPS was 150 last

quarter. We're up 6 cents...

The expectations were 10, and in this

case the expectations meant everything.

Will you really

hold me to it over pennies?

My stock is falling.

I don't know about yours.

Those pennies are costing

millions. Give me...

Give me next quarter.

If you still feel this way,

vote your shares...

Today is what counts, Anson.

You...

You intractable

son of a b*tch.

If your father

could see you now.

What?

Your father was a friend.

A friend! God damn it.

I've watched you grow up.

Because you went fishing with my

father I should sit on my hands

while you're throwing

my money away?

I will tell you...

I'm not finished.

Now, you misspoke before when

you said you're stepping down.

I am firing you.

Action is taken.

Confidence is restored.

The stock goes up.

No.

There's

no Baer-Grant Publishing...

No Baer-Grant Publishing

without Anson Baer.

Where's Stewart Grant? He's

probably out there sailing

enjoying his golden years wondering

where the hell you are, Anson.

I'm sorry.

You failed.

I have prepared a severance

package that is more than

equitable.

Valid until this evening.

I could fight you on this.

If I leave

without your signature,

this agreement begins

to disintegrate.

Benefits shrink,

options narrow

and your compensation

will be shriveled.

I think it's in your

best interest, Anson, to...

Well, I guess this is your

lucky day.

My lawyers will be

in touch with you.

Excuse me. Has Conrad

Van Orton left a message?

I'll check on it right away,

Mr. Van Orton.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Here.

Please, don't do that.

I'm so sorry.

I wasn't even looking.

I'm really having

a bad day.

How about a bad month?

You did almost exactly the same

thing to me when I was here last week.

Here.

Don't do that.

Just get me some napkins

and some soda water.

Looks like the, uh,

cleaning bill's gonna be

more than the suit.

I don't think so.

It was an accident, sir.

Terrific.

I said I was sorry.

A**hole.

Christine!

Mr. Van Orton is

a valued customer.

Fine.

Then you kiss his ass.

Don't you talk to me

like that.

I apologized,

I offered to help.

What do you want me to do?

Clean out your locker.

What?

You heard me.

I'm terribly sorry,

Mr. Van Orton.

If you're not

too uncomfortable,

will this table suit you

for a complimentary meal?

It'll be fine.

I'll fetch your waiter.

Thank you.

Check, sir.

F***ing lamb vichyssoise,

you little...

Miss. Pardon me, miss.

Oh, great. It's you.

I don't know how this works,

but do you have something for me?

I, uh...

I received this note...

What're you babbling about,

psycho?

I need to know

what is going on.

You wanna know

what's going on?

I'm going on my second job this month. Now

it looks like I'm going on unemployment.

Maybe I should

try to explain...

Don't explain,

just f*** off.

Son of a b*tch!

I am... I'm trying to...

I'm apologizing. I...

Jesus, what is this?

What's with him? I don't

know, he just... He fell down.

Can you hear me?

Do you know what to do? I don't

even know if he's breathing.

Here you are.

Move your head.

Don't stand there.

Get help.

Hey, hey. It's okay.

We're gonna get help.

How do we know he's real?

He's pissed his pants, mister.

Is that real enough for you?

Oh, good God.

He's turning blue.

Police! Police!

You will have to

fill these forms out.

I don't know this man.

Here, what do you need? Can't

get involved in this sh*t.

Hey, I might have to

detain you. Detain me?

The report's gotta

be filled out.

She can do the reports.

Ride with your wife.

We'll meet at the hospital.

The hospital?

Two blocks away.

She's not my wife.

Let's go.

This is insane.

enjoy a quiet little dinner.

I received this note...

He's breathing, isn't he?

Yes.

Is the siren

entirely necessary?

Let's just talk to someone who

can get this over with, shall we?

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