Mannequin Page #3

you just decided to stand me up.

Instead, you come here to me

lying with this ridiculous story!

No, I'm not lying, I'm insane.

Armand, let's get out of here.

Mom, when I was growing up,

did I ever do anything really strange?

Yeah, I know I was always different.

Let me ask you this:

Is there any history of insanity

in the family?

I mean, Grandma--

Grandma and Grandpa weren't

half-brother and sister?

No, I'm fine, Ma.

You know, you're alone a lot.

You start inventing things.

Women, you know, a beautiful woman....

Enough about me. How are you?

You ever have hallucinations?

This is America.

You do not set the pace by redecorating.

-You demolish.

-Of course. I'll remember that.

We'll build the best Illustra yet

on that site.

And when I move up...

...someone will have to take my place here.

I'll be keeping my eye on you.

B.J.! You won't believe it!

Prince and Company has

the most incredible window.

I'm talking fabu.

People were lined up outside to get a peek.

At what?

I passed it coming back

from the tanning session.

It's the most amazing thing I've ever seen.

Really?

You know, it really wasn't that great.

It was interesting.

In a jejune way, at best.

I didn't care for it myself.

You know....

You should have seen it!

It was beyond brilliant!

There was 20 mannequins

with tennis rackets coming out of....

Beej, he's just a twerpy stock boy!

That window was a fluke.

When I move up,

somebody will have to take my place here.

But if you let that stock boy screw

things up, it sure won't be you.

I've worked on this deal too long

to have it ruined by some snot-nosed punk.

I can handle him.

I meant you!

Of course you did.

But you know that the board meeting...

...is today.

I guarantee the sale will go through.

Under your inspired leadership,

Illustra will reach new heights. So we--

Richardsl

Where in the hell did you learn

to kiss ass like that?

Did you take a class?

No, sir. That's a God-given gift.

Beej? B.J., are you there?

We'd all love to know what possessed

Switcher to create such a window display.

Did you see those crowds

gaping on the sidewalk?

It's an embarrassment!

Never you fear, your Hollywood is here.

Rumor Control has it that the board

wants to fire your little behind.

You let me in there at those so-and-sos.

I'll straighten them out, tout de suite.

How can they think of firing you?

They're business people.

They won't appreciate an emotional appeal.

You're right.

I was hoping to avoid this,

but this is an hour of desperation.

This is not the way to approach this, okay?

You don't think so?

Please don't tell anyone

you saw me dressed like this.

I have a reputation to uphold.

My lips are sealed.

I appreciate this demonstration.

That's it! A demonstration!

I'll create a media event.

Call the newspaper, boys and girls.

The headline will read:

"If Jonathan is fired, Hollywood flies."

Excuse me while I step out

onto the window ledge.

No!

Come on.

-I'm sorry.

-It's okay.

-I do get carried away sometimes.

-No, not you.

That Richards, he gives men a bad name!

No! Mr. Richards

said he was gonna fix everything for me.

What arrogance!

That worm of a stock boy has created

an affront to the dignity of this store.

I'll have it taken down immediately...

...and make sure that lunatic

never works in this town again.

What say,

shall we move on to the sale to Illustra?

Just a minute, Mr. Richards.

I believe we're onto something here.

Maybe people will come to see

our bold, new window displays.

If they come to look, they'll stay to buy.

With all due respect,

Mrs. Timkin, it's a little late for that.

And we do have the firm offer from Illustra.

For one tenth the value of the store!

Besides, I can't bear the thought

of selling this place...

...especially to that awful B.J. Wert.

We know how much

the store means to you, ma'am...

...but, 10 percent is better than bankruptcy.

I think Mrs. Timkin is right.

I move we postpone the sale for six weeks.

I second the motion.

All in favor?

All opposed?

This meeting is adjourned.

-Harris, would you bring Mr. Switcher in?

-What? No, wait.

I think--

Good news.

We've not only decided to keep you on...

...but I'm promoting you

to visual merchandiser.

You're kidding! That's great!

What is it?

Just keep doing what you did last night

and you'll be fine.

I'm not sure I can do it again.

Last night might have been

a one-time inspiration.

Don't doubt yourself. Go with it. Feel it.

You're doing the job you were meant to do.

You must lead a charmed life.

It was all I could do

to save your skin in here.

No thanks are necessary.

Good evening, Mr. Richards, sir.

Listen, that new stock boy,

Switcher, has been promoted.

He'll be doing windows at night.

Just keep an eye on him for me.

Do you suspect pilferage, sir?

I'd be happy to strip-search him.

You people that work at night scare me.

I just want you to let me know

what he's up to, how he works.

Yes, sir. His M.O.

Would you like that in a written report?

You write?

No. Rambo does.

-Just watch him.

-Yes, sir.

Come on, Rambo.

We have got ourselves a mission.

Jesus Christ, Rambo!

Hi, it's me! Jonathan, remember?

I guess it was just temporary insanity.

"O ye of little faith."

You're back! I thought--

You remind me of my old boyfriend, Chris.

He didn't have any confidence, either.

-Chris? Who's Chris?

-Just a sailor.

I told him that the world was round

and I never saw him again.

Christopher Columbus? You knew him?

So, you didn't come here directly

from Edfu?

No. I tried out different times and places

but none of them ever seemed right.

You didn't happen

to run into Michelangelo?

Michelangelo. Yes!

He wasn't very interested in me.

He was involved

with some guy named David.

-Come on.

-Were you there?

Mrs. Timkin loved what you did last night,

but they think I did it.

They want me

to keep doing brilliant windows.

-You've gotta help me.

-Of course.

You are magic.

Where do they hide all the musicians?

-Come on, let's dance!

-No. I can't.

Shake that thing!

Great. I want you to meet somebody.

This is Emmy.

Very nice.

Maybe I can get G.I. Joe,

and we can double sometime.

No! You don't understand. She--

Don't say nothing. It's cool.

It's obvious to this country girl

that you're an A-number one creative freak.

Imagine pretending to be a stock boy

when you're a major artiste.

I am so jealous.

Some people may find you strange,

but not me. I respect that.

Create, honey, create!

I'll leave you two alone

and go meet Albert for dinner.

-I hope he doesn't mind.

-No.

Just when I think you're real, you vanish.

What's with you?

-What's with me?

-Didn't I tell you?

You're the only one

who can see me like this.

-That's not exactly fair, is it?

-Talk to them.

Do you hear something?

Wait a minute.

Okay, you Rambo, get ready.

Attack!

Rambo.

What? Stay there!

Easy, Felix. I don't think she's armed.

You can fool Rambo,

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