Executive Suite Page #8

Thanks.

Hello, Edith? Don Walling. Fred there?

Well, do you know where he went?

I see.

No, no, never mind. Thanks anyway.

If I marry you,

will you tell me what's going on?

- Where did you run off to?

- The airport.

Oh, well, that explains everything.

- And now?

- Julia Tredway's.

- What for?

- Her vote.

- For Walt Dudley?

- No, for me.

Did you hear what I said?

I'm going for the presidency.

- Yes, I heard you.

- Is that all you're gonna say?

- What would you like me to say?

- Well, a good word, a few cheers.

Do you really think you can get it?

- You got to try.

- Why?

Why not?

Well, for one thing, because I love you.

And I wouldn't enJoy seeing you crack

that handsome head of yours

against a stone wall

trying to do the impossible.

Nothing's impossible.

- Bullard's line, not yours.

- Still true.

Okay, I know what you're thinking,

but last night was years ago.

I've changed my mind.

Look at your face in the mirror.

- Look at your hands.

- It's because I'm in a hurry,

and you're not helping one bit, Mary.

Now, will you...

Five years now,

I've stood by and watched you.

Harassed, frustrated

and denied, and for what?

To try to keep a dream alive.

I'm selfish, Don.

I want the man

I was in love with and married.

I won't let you do this to yourself.

And I'm not gonna stand by

and let the company

fall into the hands

of a weakling like Dudley,

or an adding machine like Shaw.

There are too many lives involved.

The whole town is at stake.

Tredway has got to be kept alive.

Avery Bullard's got to be kept alive,

isn't that what you mean?

You want to sit in his chair

and be his ghost.

You're even beginning

to sound like Bullard.

Oh, let's not.

Don.

- Don...

- Hey, Pop!

Later, Mike.

Gee whiz.

He didn't even ask me who won the game.

Oh, don't worry, sweetie, he will.

Hello?

No, he Just left.

Mary, this is very important.

I want you to call the Tower,

get hold of Don,

and have him delay

the meeting until I get there.

That's right. Tell him to hold up the voting.

Right.

You sure Mr. Grimm will be coming

through this way?

Yes.

Tredway Corporation. Good afternoon.

Hello?

Over there, please, Luigi.

- By the window, please.

- Yes, Miss Martin.

Thanks, Luigi.

Luigi, don't go in his office, please.

- Erica, has Mr. Alderson arrived yet?

- I haven't seen him...

- Well, did he call me? Any messages?

- Why, no, Mr. Walling.

- Is Miss Tredway here?

- Yes, she's in Mr. Bullard's office.

She left some of

her personal papers in his safe.

- She insisted I open it for her.

- Oh.

Mr. Walling.

Is there...

Is there anything I can do?

Thanks, Erica.

Miss Tredway, I'd like to

speak to you for a moment.

I know how you feel.

Then let me alone.

- I hate to bother you, but this is important.

- Important?

- It has to do with the company.

- The company.

I don't want to hear another word about it.

I've said all I'm ever going

to say to Mr. Shaw.

Shaw?

I've given him full instructions.

Miss Tredway, I don't want you

to think that I'm here...

To urge me not to sell out?

In another minute,

Mr. Alderson will come in,

also not to urge me not to sell out.

I don't know what you mean.

This, Mr. Walling!

The funeral pyre of nothing at all!

Bon voyage, Julia.

Sorry, you couldn't stay longer.

Miss Tredway, you mustn't let this...

Oh, no. No, you mustn't, Julia.

You mustn't be unreasonable.

We wouldn't want that, would we?

There, there, my dear. You'll be all right.

That's a good girl.

You've got everything

in the world to live for:

Money, brains, beauty.

So, you Just sit here and wait.

And if you wait long enough, say,

10 or 20 years,

maybe something else will happen.

Because you know, Julia,

no matter how horrible things are,

they can always get worse.

Miss Tredway.

You said something about

instructions to Mr. Shaw.

Yes, Mr. Walling.

The holdings of Julia Tredway,

39,500 shares of common stock

of the Tredway Corporation.

There it is, there it was, and there it goes.

The liquidation will be prompt, but swift.

I quote Mr. Shaw.

You're not going to throw your stock

onto the open market, are you?

I don't know and I don't care.

Mr. Shaw will take care of everything.

You can't do that!

You're selling out the company,

Avery Bullard's company,

your own father's.

What did I ever get out of it

but loneliness and sudden death?

What did I ever get out of them

but the sight of their backs?

Bullard gave you everything you have.

There wouldn't be any stock

if it hadn't been for him.

You wouldn't be here at all.

I gave him 10 years of my life

and all my love! Isn't that enough?

Please, please, go away.

- Miss Tredway, at this meeting...

- I'm not interested.

But surely you want to see us

elect a man who will stand for...

I told you, I don't care.

It won't make any difference to me.

Well, whether you care or not,

your vote will count.

Mr. Shaw has my proxy.

Now, will you let me alone?

If you wanna stab a dead man,

why don't you do it yourself,

instead of having someone else

do it for you?

- Get out of here.

- Go on, sell out!

Smash everything he lived for!

That's what you wanna do, isn't it?

Pay him back for loving the company

more than he could love you?

Will you get out of here?

- Hello, Wally.

- Caswell.

No use. I tried, it's only water.

- Where's the rest of this sance?

- Don't worry, they'll be here.

Oh, hello.

How about a little three-handed gin?

Personally, I prefer to have

a little vermouth-played martini instead.

A must for the early bird

who fails to catch the worm,

3,700 wriggling worms.

Evening, everyone.

- Everything all right, George?

- Oh, perfect.

- Where's Fred?

- I don't know.

Well, didn't he talk to you?

Don, why don't you sit down?

- Well, gentlemen, shall we begin?

- We can't begin.

Perhaps my watch is fast, I have 6:03.

- There are only four of us here.

- Five.

Miss Tredway's proxy.

Miss Martin, am I correct in assuming

that five constitutes a quorum?

Yes.

Am I also correct in assuming

that four votes out of the total

of seven directors,

are sufficient to pass the usual motions,

as well as to elect?

Yes.

Then I see no reason

why we shouldn't proceed.

Well, don't you think this is important

enough to wait for Fred and Jesse?

Mr. Alderson and Mr. Grimm

have been officially notified

of this meeting, have they not?

And you've had verification

of their receipt of notification?

Yes.

George, any obJections to proceeding?

No.

Walt?

- No.

- All right, let's get started.

Now, then.

Gentlemen, I take pleasure in...

Miss Tredway.

You know everybody.

Mr. Caswell, Mr. Dudley, Mr. Walling.

Sit here.

This won't be necessary, Mr. Shaw.

I'll do it myself.

Walt?

Miss Tredway, gentlemen,

I take pleasure in nominating as

the next president of our company,

the man whom I believe best qualified

to fill the terrible void

left by the death of our beloved president.

I nominate Loren P. Shaw.

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