Save the Tiger Page #2

- Yeah, it's okay, wherever.

Right.

- Sounds like an old recording.

- It is.

- How old are you?

- 33.

- That's a groovy suit.

- Thank you.

You want to ball?

It's awfully nice of you to offer...

- but I'm running a little behind schedule.

- Okay.

Sure you don't wanna ball?

I'm afraid I'll have to pass,

but thank you very much.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

- My name is Myra, I'm here all the time.

- Go ahead, Myra.

- Bye.

- Bye bye. Have a nice day.

- Nice day?

- Yeah, you know...

rapping with your friends

or whatever you... Have a nice day.

- Okay, I will.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Hi ya, Willie.

- What time you going out?

- That's hard to say.

- Hard to say?

Well, I wouldn't want to make it hard

for you, no, nothing like that.

Hello, Al.

What?

Yeah, okay. Either slow down

or speak American, Al.

- My name is not Al, it's Alfonso.

- Alfonso.

Listen, I got 16 illegal wetbacks

working here, have I ever said a word?

- You're a real revolucionario, Harry.

- Yeah, thank you.

Listen, how're we doing?

Are you gonna make it?

I'll have everything at the hotel by 1:00.

You're not worried about me, seor?

- Never worry about you, Al.

- Los otros, Meyer and Rico.

Hello, love.

- Hi, Rosanna.

- It's a super collection, Mr. Stoner.

- I just hope it sells.

- It will, it will.

"It will, it will." It better.

Damn the costs! The plaid must match.

- You're losing the grain on the jerseys!

- Listen to me, you pansy!

I was making patterns

before you sucked milk!

You get your hands off me!

I will not have my designs

butchered by a no-talent Cossack!

- All right, that's enough!

- Enough, yeah, that's right.

- I'm through, Harry.

- Good!

I can go across the street to Beckman.

- I know Beckman...

- I don't need this aggravation...

after 50 years in the business

from a fresh pansy!

- You God damn peasant!

- Please.

You can be replaced by a laser beam!

- Meyer, why do you do this to me?

- To you?

Who can do anything to you?

You're a playback.

You tell everyone what they want to hear.

We can't stand here and have

a philosophical discussion. Not today.

The show is this afternoon. Everything's...

- Harry, we must talk!

- We will talk later!

- Harry, we must talk!

- We will talk later!

Look at your fingers. Orange.

So they're orange. 50 years I'm smoking.

And if I die you know what they'll do?

They'll bury me because if they don't,

I'll stink.

- Meyer.

- Harry.

- I want to talk to you.

- Meyer, we will talk. But later.

All right? Later, I promise you.

- You all right, Rico?

- Me? I'm fine. I'm super.

It's that God damn Russian,

he's ruining my designs.

He's the finest cutter in this business.

You know, you ought to take

a long look at it before it's gone.

- What are you talking about?

- Craft.

The kind that old man has.

- Stunning, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Thanks, dear. Gorgeous.

You know, Harry, I'm getting very bored

with all this nonsense.

Yeah?

Yeah. You're gonna have to make a

choice. Because I cannot be restricted.

Rico, we do have a contract.

You just try to get a design

out of a contract!

Don't you get cute with me, Rico,

it's the wrong day.

My God, you've got a short memory!

Have you forgotten? I knew you

when your name was Sol.

You were running packages and going

to a drawing school. Don't interrupt me!

Who paid for that drawing school, Rico?

Who took you by the hand,

led you across this country?

Who introduced you to his friends,

the buyers, and they showed you...

all about the minis, the midis, the maxis

and the fabrics, silks, satins...

- But I delivered, didn't I?

- Delivered?

- Half your creations are copies!

- Everybody copies!

You're right. So don't come on

like a half-assed genius.

- Harry, we're gonna have to have a talk.

- Not today we don't. Tomorrow.

You know something?

I used to like Solly. He was a good kid.

I wonder what ever happened to him.

Put a belt on that stunning jacket.

- Good morning, Mr. Stoner.

- Hi ya.

- Here's your mail.

- What?

Gloria's out sick today.

- My, that's a beautiful suit.

- Passatti, Italian silk.

- Mr. Greene's been asking for you.

- Yeah.

- Hi, Mr. Stoner.

- Hi, honey.

- Nice-looking suit.

- Passatti, Italian silk.

I appreciate your problem.

I told you I can't meet a 30 day note.

Well, we've been doing business

with you for 15 years...

and maybe that's been a mistake.

All right, what do you want?

You wanna foreclose?

Okay, I'll see you in court in five years.

Yes, right. All right, Sam.

Good afternoon.

Where the hell have you been?

- What happened at the bank?

- What the hell do you think happened?

Just like I told you.

- The best is 50 cents on every dollar.

- Not enough.

- What?

- Not enough.

It's a God damn shame.

We've got a hell of a line.

Rico did a brilliant job.

I went over all the patterns

with the old man.

Everything figures: Materials, labor,

fittings, accessories, packaging...

shipping, sales commissions,

everything, it's all there.

If the country doesn't go in the crapper,

we'll have a great season.

- We'll make some money for a change.

- How many dollars do we need?

Dollars!

If you can write $300,000 this afternoon...

- Christ, I'll write $300,000...

- All right, if you can write...

$300,000 this afternoon, discounted

at the bank, we get $150,000.

- And?

- We'll need another $142,000...

in less than 60 days.

The mills are on our back; we owe them

a bundle from last year.

All right, what about

the Long Beach factory?

- What about it?

- What are we using that for?

I don't know. We're turning out

three numbers down there. Pantsuits.

- Policies all paid up?

- Of course they are.

Okay.

What the hell is that?

Charlie Robbins. What's the policy worth?

Charlie Robbins?

- What's the policy worth?

- Forget it, Harry!

We can ask the unions,

the mills to carry us.

After all these years, those bastards owe us!

We tried that last year

and they told us to take a walk.

How much is the floater worth?

I'm not gonna get involved with Robbins.

There's a line I will not cross!

God damn it, one simple question:

How much is the floater worth?

- Forget the f***ing floater.

- Do I have to go ask Marvin?

Now how much is it worth, Phil?

- $100,000.

- That's enough to squeeze through.

We cut a lot of sharp corners together

but this is insanity!

You must be kidding.

Christ, if we were flat on our ass...

and we made missiles, Congress

would send us a certified check.

- We happen to make dresses.

- That's bullshit.

You can't rationalize a thing like this.

I won't permit it, I...

Phil! Charlie Robbins is the very best.

There's never gonna be any questions.

Will you wake up?

There are always questions!

How the hell do you think

that Beckman pulled out?

Now, do you think his fire

was spontaneous combustion?

I don't give a good God damn

about Beckman!

I give a good God damn!

We almost went on our ass last year...

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