Halt and Catch Fire Page #3
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2014
- 60 min
- 954 Views
Sleek, all-business housing of the new Reagan-era. This unit
is sprawling, but has hardly any furniture. A handful of
cardboard moving boxes lie on the floor unopened. A tube TV
on the floor has silver-haired Johnny Carson on mute.
ANGLE ON one moving box as MacMillan--in suit pants and a
white undershirt--rips open the top. He pulls out a back
issue of Byte magazine.
CLOSE ON the vicious scars down his left arm. Far worse than
the superficial glance near his eye.
INTERCUT -- MACMILLAN’S CONDO / CLARK’S GARAGE
-- Clark sits at a fold-out card table, working on an
original Apple I hooked to an old tube TV...
-- ANGLE ON the screen, almost all the light in the room
coming from the glow of BASIC as it scrawls across the
screen, Clark rapidly typing out the programming language...
-- ANGLE ON MacMillan sitting at small table eating a peanut
butter and jelly sandwich, drinking a glass of milk as he
reads under a single overhead light, Byte next to him...
-- LATER, Clark pulls apart a Commodore computer box in his
lap, his face betraying the joy of a kid opening a Christmas
present...
13.
-- CLOSER ON the article MacMillan reads. Entitled:
IBM’S TROJAN HORSE: HOW OPEN ARCHITECTURE WILL UNDO BIG BLUE
The phone RINGS. A cordless plugged in on the floor.
MacMillan looks up. Goes to it, answers.
MACMILLAN:
Hello?
(long pause)
Yes, I cancelled the prescriptions.
(long pause)
Because I don’t need them anymore.
-- ANGLE ON a big brimming tool box as Clark looks for just
the right screwdriver. He checks a few drawers, finds one,
then finds a rolled-up bag of choice pot...
-- ANGLE ON MacMillan as he hangs up. Returns to the table.
Stares off for a moment. Then comes back to the magazine.
-- ANGLE ON Clark now grooving more easily to the music as he
furiously types more lines of BASIC into the Apple I...
-- ANGLE ON Donna, reading in bed. She puts her book on the
night stand, turns the lamp off. The digital clock reads 1:35
a.m. She rolls over. No one there. Only MUFFLED SUPERTRAMP
still coming from the garage.
-- ANGLE ON MacMillan as he continues to read. CLOSER ON the
magazine byline. MacMillan takes a red pen and underlines the
name until the paper grows wet and soft with ink. It reads...
“By Gordon Clark.”
END ACT I:
14.
ACT II:
INT. CARDIFF GIANT OFFICES -- DAY
Fluorescent lights, cubicles, retro colors. Just like the
Post in All the President’s Men, The Daily Planet in Donner’s
Superman.
ANGLE ON Clark at the break counter. He’s wearing the same
shirt, tie, pants as last night. Looking like he just rolled
out of bed. He pours WAY too much sugar into his coffee.
AL KOWALSKI (45) nears--a man who’s parked it in management,
a bit bloated from booze and food and glory days.
AL:
Jesus, Gordon, you look like
garbage.
CLARK:
Thanks, Al, duly noted.
AL:
(withering)
I’m not asking you. ‘Pajamas at
work’ might’ve flown back in
Frisco, but this is a professional
workplace. When I see you again,
you better be wearing at least a
clean shirt. Understand?
Clark lowers his eyes to his coffee as Al walks away.
ANGLE ON MacMillan, in his black suit, a perfect contrast as
he approaches Clark.
MACMILLAN:
Gordon Clark.
CLARK:
That’s me.
MACMILLAN:
You’re my SE for this sales call.
CLARK:
Oh... I am? With, uh...
MACMILLAN:
Applied Data.
CLARK:
That’s not my account.
15.
MACMILLAN:
I made some changes and now it is.
Clark looks up at him with confusion, which quickly turns to
anger. He walks to his cubicle, grabs his bag as MacMillan
follows.
CLARK:
Oh, right, right. Great. Of course
you did. Should be pretty quick.
MACMILLAN:
Why’s that?
CLARK:
‘Cause they never buy anything.
MACMILLAN:
Well... we’ll just go in there and
both do our best, how’s that sound?
CLARK:
(walking past him)
Jesus, what planet are you from?
CUT TO:
EXT. CARDIFF GIANT PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER
MacMillan and Clark walk to Joe’s second Audi Quattro, a
slightly newer model of the one he drove into the ocean.
CLARK:
You kiddin’ me? Where’s the
Porsche?
MACMILLAN:
What?
CLARK:
You sales guys. Don’t you drive the
latest and greatest, whatever gets
‘em wet?
MACMILLAN:
(shrugging)
Car saved my life.
CUT TO:
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM -- LATER
MacMillan sits at one end of the table, locked in. Clark sits
next to him, half-engaged.
16.
ANGLE ON the other end of the table. A VP at the head flanked
by four of his top DIRECTORS and MANAGERS.
DIRECTOR 1
It’s just that efficiency is
kicking us in the ass right now. If
we can’t speed up, then we’re dead
in the water.
CLARK:
A recent analytics pass we did
showed our product out-performing
most of the top-sellers by an
average of 16%.
DIRECTOR 1
What about IBM?
CLARK:
IBM is IBM. But we’re neck and
neck. And we’re cheaper.
DIRECTOR 2
Technically. The difference in cost
is negligible. It seems you guys at
Cardiff think you’ve built a pretty
fancy race car that deserves an
outrageous price tag.
MANAGER 1
And we get no Big Blue guarantee.
MACMILLAN:
There’s no such thing as a Big Blue
guarantee.
DIRECTOR 2
Well, they had me fooled.
The execs chuckle. MacMillan conspicuously does not.
MACMILLAN:
Me, too. That’s why when the floor
dropped out, I was caught unaware.
The execs quiet, listening.
MACMILLAN (CONT’D)
When you’re sailing along with the
best of the best, it’s as if you’re
invincible. When I worked for IBM,
I excelled at IBM. And let me be
clear, they make a good product.
And they are a good company.
17.
His tone is confident and matter-of-fact, devoid of artifice,
just a man relaying facts.
MACMILLAN (CONT’D)
But one day, I turned a corner, and
I got blind-sided. It was because
the confidence I had, my
convictions, what I believed to be
true, the very foundation I was
standing on--it was a lie. When
that happens, you’re left with
nothing. And when that moment comes
for Applied Data, who are you going
to blame?
MacMillan lowers his voice now, causing the execs to lean
forward almost imperceptibly. Here, he drifts off just a bit.
ANGLE ON Clark, paying attention perhaps for the first time.
MACMILLAN (CONT’D)
Will you blame IBM? They don’t
care. You’re an account number to
them. Your entire mainframe could
halt and catch fire, but their name
isn’t sullied. They go on. That’s
when you cease to exist. At least
to them. And to the world, if it
costs you your entire business. And
it’s your fault.
And now MacMillan returns to the room from wherever he was.
He locks eyes with the rapt VP, going in for the close.
MACMILLAN (CONT’D)
Cardiff Giant will white label all
its products and sell them to you
outright. No licensing renewal. And
we will place an IT position at
your location on our payroll. We
will not leave you. We will be
there. It’s simple, honest, and
real. It’s why I work for them.
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