Executive Suite Page #2

Maybe I will.

Hello? Yes, he's here.

Oh. Just a moment.

- Mr. Walling, telephone.

- Take a message.

It's Mr. Bullard's secretary.

She says it's important.

- How's the density?

- Building up fine.

Yes, Erica?

Well, there must be some mistake.

Today is the day we test

the new molding process.

Are you sure he wants me there?

Well, the wire says

"executive committee," Mr. Walling.

Well, can't you put it off?

Lt'd take months to reproduce this set-up.

Either it comes off

on schedule or not at all.

Yes. Yes, I'll be there.

What's the trouble?

Bullard wants me in a meeting at 6:00.

You're gonna have to make

this shot without me.

But how can we?

Suppose something goes wrong.

- Nothing's gonna go wrong.

- You think he forgot?

Bullard never forgets.

Then I don't understand why...

Maybe we're not supposed to understand.

It's none of your business

and none of mine.

If Bullard calls a meeting,

he's got a good reason.

He's a big man.

It's been quite a day, Mr. Caswell.

That's a lot of stock Wingate sold

for you in 45 minutes,

an active issue like Tredway.

- Where's that elevator?

- Relax, Mr. Caswell.

You said it yourself.

You sold 3,700 shares of stock

you haven't got,

and you'll be covering it

Monday morning at 10 points less.

Why, that's a real killing.

So, what have you got to worry about?

You're in good shape.

Unless, maybe the man under the blanket

ain't Avery Bullard.

Julius...

No, no.

It was Bullard. I saw him. He was dead.

You saw him, too, Julius.

I'm an old man, Mr. Caswell.

My eyes don't see easy money

so good anymore.

But I take your word for it.

- Have you got the late finals yet?

- Any minute now.

Can I drive you someplace?

It was right there.

EnJoy your weekend, Mr. Caswell.

- Late finals?

- Yep.

- The Journal, Post and The Telly.

- After I count them.

Oh, come on, come on.

Taxi!

- Stork Club.

- Right.

Hey, don't you want your change?

- Be with you in a minute.

- I thought you said 5:00.

Will you give me

the Beekman Downtown hospital?

Certainly, Mr. Caswell.

Take booth three, please.

Is that "B" as in BenJamin?

I'm sorry, sir,

but there's been no one by that name

admitted here during the past 24 hours.

Perhaps it was some other hospital.

Don't tell me. It was Beekman Downtown.

I want you to...

Hello?

Thank you, Mr. Caswell.

I wanna make a person-to-person call.

Mr. Avery Bullard, B-U-L-L-A-R-D,

Tredway Corporation,

Millburgh, Pennsylvania.

- Take it in booth four, please.

- Yes.

Operator, this is Plaza Three, 1940.

Mr. George Caswell calling

Mr. Avery Bullard,

Tredway Corporation, Millburgh,

Pennsylvania, person-to-person.

That's right, time and charges, please.

You have a big nerve.

I told you I'd be right with you.

What's happening here?

I've been waiting a half hour.

Look, can't you see I'm busy?

Wait for me at the bar.

- Mr. Caswell?

- Yes?

How long do you think

I'm gonna put up with this?

- At the bar.

- Mr. Caswell?

- Yes?

- Mr. Bullard isn't in.

They say he's on his way and

he'll be there in about 20 minutes.

20 minutes?

- Wallet?

- None.

- Laundry marks?

- None.

Ought to be a federal law.

- What about the suit?

- No customer label.

- How about Andruzzi the tailor?

- Palm Beach police trying to locate him.

He closes for the summer.

We should have been tailors.

- Car keys?

- GM's checking on it.

All they know, it's a '53 Cadillac.

- Anything else?

- Monogram on shirt, "AB."

Cuff links engraved, "AB."

Couple of predictions,

one, it turns out to be

a guy with the initials "AB,"

two, 6:
00, I go home.

"I'm on the green in two. How much?"

"300 to 1,000." "You're on," he says.

So, I took my seven iron, I waded...

It's no good, you're going too fast.

What are you trying to do, carbonize it?

Attaboy, Don, give it to him.

Give me the checkpoints

on the time-temperature curve.

- So, what happened?

- What happened?

It took me four to get out of the rough,

and two more to get on the green.

You lost the 300, huh?

Yes, but I got his French Provincial order

for the whole year.

Twenty-eight stores,

135,000 bucks on the line.

That bet convinced Milton Overfelder

that I was the one guy in St. Louis

he beat that week who was really trying.

- Right.

- Were you?

Next time you play

Fresh Meadows in St. Louis,

let me see you hook a brassie shot

in back of that tree.

Bill, those RF temperatures

have to be uniform

over the entire surface, you know that.

- Walt, Jesse, Fred.

- Hello.

Do you know

what this meeting is all about?

All right, give me the figures again.

Didn't Fred tell you?

Well, I'm sorry, Fred.

I assumed Mr. Bullard spoke to you.

I don't know. See that the lines are

balanced. You know it's something.

- Everything going all right, Don?

- Everything's going fine.

Shall I start tearing up

my material reJection charts right now?

You can start to reexamine them.

How about that, Jesse?

What's production got to say about that?

All I'm thinking about right now

is a mess of soft-shelled crabs

fresh out of Chesapeake Bay.

We're rooting for you, Don.

I hope this thing doesn't string out.

I got a 7:
00 date with a DC-6,

and I'd sure hate to stand her up.

Taking Mrs. Dudley along, Walt?

Not this time. I'll be too busy romancing

the chain and mail-order boys.

You're ready for some pressure

on prices, of course.

Dealer stocks are up again.

I assume you've figured

how far you can cut.

Well, no, I thought

I'd work that out on the plane.

Like this?

You'll find a volume and price chart there

for each maJor item.

Where the curves intersect,

that's your relative net profit.

Maybe you ought to go to Chicago

and try pushing the K-F line, Shaw.

See how far you get with the boys

with your kind of intersecting curves.

Mr. Bullard must've missed the 5:49.

Eddie Just called from the station.

He'll wait for the 6:10.

Well, I'm sure none of us minds waiting,

Miss Martin.

Oh, Mr. Alderson,

may I see you for a moment, please?

Pike Street, please.

Julia Tredway is here.

- Where is she?

- In Mr. Bullard's office.

She insisted on waiting.

Better let me know

when Mr. Bullard's on the way up.

Yes, sir.

Julia.

Nice to see you.

Miss Martin says he hasn't come back yet.

That's right.

I know I shouldn't be here.

Mr. Bullard doesn't like it.

I... I had to talk to him, Mr. Alderson.

- Perhaps I can help you.

- Well, it's rather important.

I do think it best

if I discuss it with Mr. Bullard.

He'll be pretty busy when he gets here.

Why don't you call him later, Julia?

It's about my stock, Mr. Alderson,

my Tredway stock.

You're thinking of disposing of it?

- That's why I wanted to see Mr. Bullard.

- Naturally.

- Am I really as tiresome as all that?

- Julia, I didn't say...

That I've come here

to threaten Avery again?

To play on his fear

that he might lose control of the company

if I did sell my stock?

No. No, Mr. Alderson, you didn't say it.

Just as you didn't say

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