After the Game Page #4

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Hang on.

They need

your driver's license number.

Oh, no.

You've got to be kidding.

What is happening?

This was what I was trying to

explain to you. This is a...

A game.

A what?

It's a company.

They plan elaborate pranks.

Things like this.

I don't really

understand it myself.

What are you talking about?

This is a...

The lights, they went out.

A hundred people ran away.

What, so you mean the guy who just

pissed himself and turned blue was...

Sorry about that.

You should be.

Why're they involving you?

There's gotta be a...

A flashlight.

Oh, great.

I thought that guy was going to

die. I gave him mouth-to-mouth.

I'll see you around.

How do you know

that's the way?

I don't.

Where did you all go,

you motherfucking frat boys?

You'd better hide.

Lobby?

My brother got me this gift

certificate to this company...

Why, I got the key

out of this...

Out of the mouth

of this

wooden clown.

Never mind.

I can't take this.

There's no signal.

What is the going rate for a

trapped-in-elevator adventure?

Well, don't even

think about it.

Why not?

Read what the sign says.

"Warning, do not attempt to

open if the elevator stops.

"Use emergency... "

Phone?

"... phone. "

If there was one.

We'll wait for help, so...

Let's just wait for help.

Okay, I'll give

you a boost.

You get up,

you go first.

This is not an attempt

to be gallant.

If I don't lift you how are

you going to get up there?

I don't know,

you'll pull me up.

It's easier my way.

Come on, step up.

No.

Oh, please.

I'm not wearing

any underwear.

Okay. There I said it.

Okay.

We can use this

like a ladder.

My hero, let's go.

I don't think so.

Thank you.

Damn it! My briefcase!

I'll wait.

Not as if anybody

could open it.

Wait a minute.

This is CRS.

What's CRS? This is the

company I was telling you about.

The one that gave me

the gift certificate.

This is their building.

We'll wait. We'll wait

for security to come

and we'll just explain.

They'll love that!

Explain for both of us!

Wait!

We don't wanna

draw any attention...

Just out for a stroll.

Run!

We can't fit down there!

Are you trying to ditch me?

Hey!

You're a grown man.

I'm not responsible for...

I'm not the one

who started running.

Well I'm not the one

that started this...

Get up there!

I'm going!

Here.

Climb.

So, where's your modesty

around attack dogs?

Hey! Shut up!

Stupid f***ing dogs.

Let me guess.

I go first.

There goes a thousand dollars.

Your shoes cost

a thousand dollars?

That one did.

Here. Come on.

Here you go.

Okay.

Watch out for nails

and rats.

What?

There should be

a fire escape.

Yeah, it's classic.

Why me?

Who are you?

Nicholas Van Orton.

What are you,

a czar or something?

All right.

I think

if we

drop from here,

the garbage

will break our fall.

I think not.

Be careful!

What the f***

are you looking at?

Oh...

Sh*t.

Table for two, please.

Where're we going?

That tall bright building.

It's right near there.

Everything okay, miss?

Yeah.

How are you doing?

San Francisco's finest.

Is there some place

I could throw this?

There's a wastebasket

beside the desk.

Oh.

Think I have a fresh

sweatshirt for you somewhere.

That would be great.

You know, you've never even

asked me my name.

The maitre d' said

your name was Christine.

Oh, right.

I guess I'll call you a cab.

You got a shower

in your office?

Yeah.

You an athlete or something?

No, I'm an investment banker.

I move money from

one place to another.

Actually, would you mind

if I just quickly rinsed off?

No.

Is there a towel I could use?

Yeah, it's behind the door.

Oh, I'll just be a second.

No problem.

Listen, I know the owner of

the City Club and I'd be happy

to give him a call

if you'd like.

Don't, it was a shitty

job anyway. I overreacted.

I, uh...

I have a confession to make.

Someone gave me 400 bucks to spill

drinks on you as a practical joke.

Really?

And what did they say?

Well they said 300.

I said 4.

They said, "The guy in the gray flannel

suit. " I think I said, "The, uh,

"attractive guy in

the gray flannel suit?"

Mr. Van Orton. I was afraid you

weren't going to make it back.

Thank you.

Hello.

Mr. Van Orton, it's Maria.

I thought I should call.

What time is it?

It's 11:
00.

I took the liberty of rescheduling

your meeting with Alison and...

No, no, no.

I'll be in there in an hour.

Can you... I left my briefcase

at 1010 Montgomery Street.

Could you check with

Lost and Found, please?

Anson Baer's in town at

the Ritz Carlton. Really?

He's requesting

dinner tonight.

Well, we'll see about that.

And the Hotel Nikko

called to say

they have your American

Express card at the front desk.

You left it there last night?

Should I send someone?

No, just give me the number.

I'll call you back.

Good morning,

Hotel Nikko.

Yes, this is Nicholas Van Orton. I'm

told you have my American Express card.

Yes, Mr. Van Orton

everything's in order.

The concierges has arranged for

the wine and flowers in the room.

Has he?

And a young woman phoned

to say she's on route

but running a little late.

Did the young woman

leave her name?

I'm sure I don't know.

Of course you don't.

Thank you.

Sorry, my fault.

Ah, Mr. Van Orton.

Welcome back.

Here we go.

Have we met?

I believe so.

If you'll just sign here

on the signature card.

Thank you.

My key?

Huh?

Don't I get a key?

Didn't I give you one

last night?

No, I don't think so.

Cute, that's very cute.

This way, sir.

Have a nice day.

Housekeeping.

Could you come back

a little later?

Ah!

Sh*t.

Thank you, sir.

Where the f*** is he?

Jesus!

Why are you following me?

What are you talking about?

I'm not following you.

I'm just driving it.

Hey,

whatever I'm doing is none of your

business. Is Anson Baer the game?

Is that what

this is all about?

Look buddy, back off.

Just back off, huh?

What!

Oh, that's cute.

That's really cute.

I suppose the game

uses real bullets, huh?

All right.

I'm a private investigator.

Somebody hired me to

keep tabs on you. Who?

Who hired you?

Who hired you?

Mr. Van Orton...

Maria, get hold of Sutherland.

Have him meet me at the

Ritz Carlton. I'm on my way.

What's happening?

Follow me, Sam.

Ah, Nicholas!

It's unexpected.

Now, do you really believe

that just because

you publish children's books

people are gonna care

about my reputation?

You can have pictures of me

wearing nipple rings,

butt-f***ing Captain Kangaroo.

The only thing they care about

is the stock!

And whether that stock

is up or down.

Daddy? It's all right,

dear. It's all right.

And the fact that you bring

Conrad into this juvenile game

is unconscionable.

Are you finished?

No! I'm not finished!

I'd like you to meet my

attorney, Samuel Sutherland.

I think the two of you have

got something to talk about.

Oh, we met this morning.

I signed the termination

contract for Baer-Grant.

I accepted your settlement,

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