Bird On A Wire Page #2

The drop in foreign sales...

...reflects both the negative effect

of the strengthening dollar...

...and an upsurge in competitive

production in Europe and Asia.

Add this to the recent surcharge

imposed by the EEC nations...

...it's clear that to preserve the profiit

our shareholders expect...

...we have to make cuts

to our production costs.

While it is true our rising costs...

...will be defrayed by the acquisition of

Coleman Shipping, we should be clear...

You"re freaking me out!

All those opposed?

If Miss Graves will respond?

- Miss Graves!

- Yes.

No.

You are abstaining from the final vote?

Yes. No, I am not.

I see.

She says to me, "'Marvin,

you"re not getting any younger.

"'Think about that young man working

for you, and offer him a partnership."'

- We don"t have no sons.

- You ain"t known me but three months.

How do you know you can trust me

to stick around or not steal from you?

I got my eyes on you.

The hand is quicker than the eye.

l"m going upstairs and get some sleep.

See you in the morning.

Think about that partnership.

- L"II see you in the morning.

- That mean it"s a deal?

I sure will think about it.

Good night.

Pumps are closed.

Pumps are closed.

She won"t be humming again till 6:30 a.m.

You Billy Ray Bowers?

Y"all from Weyburn"s office?

Y"all got an interesting accent.

Sh*t.

You always were an actor,

weren"t you, Rick?

- You pretended to be my friend.

- I never did.

- Then you turned on me.

- I never agreed to help you kill.

Still a do-gooder?

My friend, Mr. Diggs, is worried about that.

l"ve served my time, thanks to you,

but he"s still under indictment.

Seeing as you"re the only living witness

that can put him behind bars...

What"s he got on you? You still his flunky?

Are you some hero?

Hiding in a grease pit for 15 years?

I don"t think they"II put up

any monuments for you.

Any last words?

What"s going on?

Get out of here! Run for your damn life!

Watch out!

Help!

- Let me in!

- Rick, is that you?

Yeah, it"s me! Let me in!

- How do I know it"s you?

- It"s me, Muffy. Open the damn door!

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Me? What the hell are you doing here?

Being shot in the butt.

- She saw you.

- I saw her, too.

I appreciate this.

l"II have to borrow your phone if it"s okay.

Ice. I need plenty of ice.

l"II get the ice. You go to the room.

It"s the presidential suite.

- Okay if I use your phone?

- L"II be there in a minute.

- Miss Graves?

- Mr. Takawaki!

Do little party?

Yes. A party for girls.

Maybe next time?

Maybe.

I don"t care if they"ve left for the day.

l"ve got to get through to them.

...555-7000.

Yes. The presidential suite.

Operator? God!

- Rick?

- What?

Are you all right?

l"ve been shot in the butt.

Can you believe it?

- Can I come in?

- L"m naked. Can you handle it?

I handled it for a lot of years.

I guess I can handle it now.

It"s my lower back and my butt.

I think the pellet passed through...

Vietnam?

Hell, no. I took the dove off with a sander.

I really am anxious to hear this story.

I need some bandages,

antibiotic and some antiseptic.

Get shot often?

Only twice before.

Could you please help me?

Could you look at my butt?

You leave me at the altar.

That was my state of mind at the time.

You went off with Jamie

to seek your fortune...

...and you were coming back to marry me.

Am I remembering this correctly?

If not, correct me.

You get lost in your plane.

Reported missing, presumed dead.

I attend your memorial service,

and cried the tears of a grieving widow.

I vow l"II never get over you.

In fact, I never do.

I still carry your damn pictures

in my wallet!

Until one day, I pull into a gas station...

...and you"re alive with people chasing you

and you ask me to look at your butt?

That"s kind of neat.

Rick"s alive and he"s shot in the butt.

Guess who"s alive and shot in the butt?

Rick! L"m looking at his butt now!

You lying...

...gutless...

...son of a...

...yellow snodbugger, toad, bellybutton...

I can"t think of enough awful things

to say about you, you bastard!

I guess that"s a no on examining my butt.

- L"II get it. It"s probably for me.

- You can"t answer my phone.

Hello?

Yes. Fine. Taking a shower.

l"m coming home tomorrow.

Okay. "Bye.

Same guy?

- What guy?

- Harper. Jeremy III.

Rich boy, redneck a**hole.

The one you married.

- You remember him?

- You know I got married?

Yeah. Four months after I disappeared.

That"s pretty quick work

for a grieving widow.

Where were you?

- You could have waited to find out.

- I was Ionely.

You were Ionely

so you married the joke of the campus!

Jerry the Napalm King.

How could you do that?

We had it wrong.

His family made laundry detergent.

- Cornwall Chemicals?

- No. Kitchen cleanser.

Don"t kid yourself.

They were getting rich off the war.

The war? Was that it?

You were dodging the draft?

Or were you too gutless to tell me

you didn"t want to marry me?

Are you all right?

Yeah. I just feel a little woozy.

- I better call the doctor.

- No doctors.

Four Seasons Hotel.

Is this the front desk?

Is there a pharmacy?

Yes, certainly.

Please send up gauze pads,

tape and hydrogen peroxide.

- Right away, Miss Graves.

- Thank you.

All right. What"s going on?

Was that a holdup

or is someone chasing you?

Got any kids?

It"s just you"ve got that "'Mom"' tone.

l"m a lawyer. I have that lawyer tone.

I can help you.

Will you talk to me?

Tomorrow.

l"II talk to you tomorrow.

Good Lord.

Rick Jarmin"s alive.

- How"s it going?

- Any idea who did this?

Maybe. I got a phone tip from

an eyewitness, said there was shooting...

...and a blue Beemer racing away

with a man and woman in it.

- We"II see what happens.

- Sarge, better take a look at this.

See you later.

Here.

Thanks a lot.

I have a right to be rude.

I left a message for him.

I waited for it and...

He picked it up. What time was that?

I want to go above his head.

Try it by name. Try Bowers.

- Billy Ray Bowers.

- No one by that name on our list.

- No record of a Billy Ray Bowers?

- No, sir.

- Try Jean-Pierre Fouret.

- No, sir.

- Turnbull, Jodie.

- No.

- Carlson, Matthew.

- No, sir.

Try Jarmin, Richard.

Rick Jarmin.

See if anybody by that name exists.

l"m sorry, sir. Have a nice day.

Something"s gone wrong.

I don"t seem to exist anymore.

Expecting someone?

I have a standing order for breakfast

at 7:
00 a.m.

- What time is it?

- 6:
48.

You got a gun?

Of course you don"t have a gun.

- You got any kind of weapon?

- No. It"s my breakfast.

Marianne, get dressed.

Get dressed fast, please.

Yeah, we can make it.

What do you mean "'we"'?

l"m not going out there!

Four attempts have been made on my life.

If you open that door,

you could end up dead.

Listen to me. We are at the top

of a veritable fortress.

Yes! Presidents, oil sheiks stay here.

Friends of Lee lacocca stay here.

George Harrison stays here.

Yes! Because it has the best security

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