Executive Suite Page #6

her receiver's off the hook.

- Keep trying. Send Miss Martin in.

- Yes, sir.

Will you go in, please, Miss Martin?

Would you close the door?

- Sit down, please.

- That's all right, Mr. Shaw.

Well, first,

I want you to know, Miss Martin,

that even though there will be certain

inevitable changes

within the organization,

you have nothing to worry about.

Your closeness to Mr. Bullard will

naturally be of considerable aid to us

in handling those matters

of personal policy

which was so vital in Mr. Bullard's

running of the company.

Well, what I mean, Miss Martin, is that

it would be most helpful at this time

if I could be sure there were no facts,

no dark areas of misunderstanding

in Mr. Bullard's personal relationships

that could possibly hurt

Tredway Corporation.

What are you trying to say, Mr. Shaw?

I want you to tell me everything you know

about Mr. Bullard's relationship

with Julia Tredway.

Mr. Bullard saved the company after

the death of Miss Tredway's father.

He helped her regain her health

when she broke down.

They became good friends.

- Go on.

- Those are the facts, Mr. Shaw.

- But surely...

- All the facts.

I don't think you quite understand

the seriousness of all this.

Perhaps I do, Mr. Shaw.

That will be all.

Strike three!

And Philly goes down swinging.

Pretty sharp there today, Lopat.

Oh, not Lopat. He's a lefty.

I'm Allie Reynolds.

All right, Allie, Just be sure

you do as well against the Eagles.

- Who's up?

- Eddie Joost.

- Dad?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Low.

- Oh, that looked good to me!

Now, hold it.

Gee whiz, Mom will get it.

- Just a minute.

- Is that Alderson?

It's Bill down at the plant.

Hello, Bill.

Yeah. Yeah.

You what?

Now, wait a minute. Give me that again.

Are you sure?

Well, of course that's it, it's got to be.

Now, look, stay where you are.

Don't touch a thing.

I'll be right down.

How do you like that?

We had it all the time.

Oh, good.

Now, if we can Just duplicate the same

thing at the correct pressure.

- Pick me up at the plant before the game.

- Pop, you coming?

Change in the lineup, Mike.

I'll see you later.

Oh, it's a gyp.

I would have struck Joost out.

- How do you feel, baby?

- Okay, I guess.

- Perspiring?

- No.

Well, then, come on. Let's go to work.

Now, none of that soft stuff.

Well, Mom, I don't wanna hurt you.

Never mind Mom, you Just burn them in.

Come on, now. Right in here!

It's better than Yogi Berra.

You kidding?

- Mom?

- Yup.

- Was Mr. Bullard a nice man?

- Yes, he was.

When does Pop become president?

Oh, Mike, get them up!

Don't you want him to be?

Mom?

Less talk and more pitch, sonny boy.

Come on!

You better not wait.

That mixture's liable to kick over

and we'll be nowhere again.

- What do you say?

- I'm with you.

- Joe? Steve?

- Right.

Benedeck!

Benedeck!

How long would it take your men

to reset the platins and get rolling?

Sorry, Mr. Walling.

- Not this minute. I mean after the whistle.

- Can't do it.

No work except straight production

until further notice.

What are you talking about?

Orders from the Tower.

Okay, knock off. That's all for today.

When do you think we'll be able

to have another go at it?

Maybe never.

Hello, Fred. Any news yet?

He's still out on his boat.

Now, now, now, don't worry.

I'll get to Jesse if I have to send

the coast guard after him.

No, no need to.

There's nothing for you to do.

Well, I checked with Walt's secretary,

and he's coming in on the afternoon plane.

So, you go ahead.

I'll know where to reach you.

Right.

Where do we go from here, Mr. Walling?

Four years since we've done

anything good like that.

This is what we make now, the K-F line.

Look at it.

I remember when Mr. Bullard

used to come down here,

see stuff not half as bad as this,

and Just pick it up

and smash it against the wall.

"Not good enough," he used to yell.

"Not good enough!"

Not good enough.

Why did he allow it, Mr. Walling?

What happened to him?

What's gonna happen to us?

- Hello, Mr. Walling.

- Hello, Tom.

Hello, Mr. Walling.

Mr. Walling?

Yes, Liz?

- Everything's going to be all right, isn't it?

- Don't you worry about a thing.

But you weren't here in '33.

You don't know how it was in Millburgh

when Tredway shut down.

Now, nobody's gonna shut down

anything around here.

Mr. Bullard brought us

a long way from that.

The trouble with us, George,

is we understand each other too well.

I know that all this talk of yours

about the earnings report

is part of a campaign

to put me on the defensive

because you want something.

You know that whatever it is,

you'll probably get it.

So, why don't you Just save time

and get to the point?

There are 50,000 shares

of unissued Tredway common stock

in the company reserve.

I want you to arrange that

4,000 shares of that stock

are sold to me immediately,

at yesterday's closing price.

- How do you expect me to do that?

- Oh, there are ways. You'll find one.

- Why 4,000 shares, George?

- I have my reasons.

I mean, why the extra 300?

What are you talking about?

Yesterday afternoon,

between 2:
51 and 3:29,

starting approximately six minutes

after Avery Bullard dropped dead

beneath your office window,

Mr. Philip Wingate

sold 3,700 shares

of Tredway common stock, short.

- Wingate told you?

- No.

- How did you know?

- As you said, there are ways.

I had a sure thing.

If you hadn't released

that earnings report...

You knew, is that why you did it?

Now... Now, look, Loren.

I can't go into the open market Monday

morning and cover that short sale.

I have no liquid assets,

not a thing I can lay my hands on. I...

You know the way I live.

I'll be wiped out inside of an hour.

Mr. Shaw, have you

seen Mr. Alderson around?

He hasn't been in today.

Well, I wonder...

- Perhaps I better...

- What is it, Miss Clark?

There's a call for him.

I have a feeling it may be urgent.

- Who is it?

- Miss Tredway.

- Have it transferred in here.

- Yes, sir.

Hello?

Miss Tredway, this is Loren Shaw.

No, Mr. Alderson isn't in right now.

Perhaps I can help you.

Yes.

I see.

Why, certainly.

As controller of the company, I...

Yes, I believe I can give you

that information.

By all means.

In about an hour?

I'll be waiting for you.

Goodbye, Miss Tredway.

Well, what's the answer?

Are you gonna get

that stock for me or not?

- Why should I?

- Because you want the presidency.

Do I?

It's the only reason

you Joined this company.

It's the kind of set-up

you've been dreaming about

ever since you came on the Street

with that night-school CPA in your hand.

For years I've been working for it

and now I'm going to get it.

- But not by larceny.

- And not without my vote.

You'll need four votes, Shaw.

Without me, you don't stand a chance

and you know it.

You realize, of course,

as controller, my hands are tied.

Do a Houdini, untie them.

But as president,

I'll be in a better position to help you.

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