Strictly Business Page #6

Send her in.

Sorry about that, Mr. Vance.

As I was saying, the... Hello?

- Hello, Mr. Vance?

Hi.

Mr. Vance. Damn.

Would you get me Vance

on the line again, please?

- Now.

- Yes, sir.

- Hi.

- Hi.

What is it?

You invited me to lunch, remember?

Damn. I've been so busy,

I totally forgot.

I'm sorry, I can't go now.

No problem. You wanna meet later?

I don't think so.

What's the matter with you?

This happens to be the worst day

of my life. That's the matter.

There's a whole lot of that going around.

Darryl just told me Bobby got fired.

Yeah, well, he's a big boy.

I'm sure he'll get over it.

I thought you two were friends.

Hardly. If it hadn't been for him dragging

me all over the city chasing after you...

...none of this would have happened.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. Nothing.

I have Mr. Vance on the line.

Uh, excuse me. I have to take this.

Take it and shove it.

I don't know what made me think

you were so different.

Natalie.

Natalie. Natalie, wait. Natalie, please.

Drop dead.

Natalie. Natalie.

- Waymon?

- What?

Don't snap at me.

Just calm down for a minute.

I printed a copy of the final report.

This is completely different

than any of our drafts.

This wasn't a mix-up.

Someone or something

must have changed the projections.

But whoever it was,

it wasn't Bobby.

Hi.

Hey.

Listen, I, uh...

I just wanted to say job well done.

Oh, thanks.

You know, Bobby got fired.

He was on his way out anyway.

Look, business is business.

Remember that.

Take this to Processing.

Hey, the girl was dope.

You know what I'm saying?

Ten-high. It's Sydney Poitier.

Guess who's coming to get high?

Hey, Bobby, can I talk to you?

I can't hear you.

Ain't you heard?

He ain't got the booters no more.

- Please?

- We ain't got no crack neither, Sydney.

You're in the wrong spot for that.

Hey, look,

why don't you just back off, okay?

You want a piece of me?

- Come on.

- Better do something about that.

- Let's do this.

- Man. Man, time-out.

Let's take a walk.

All right. So you came here to talk.

So talk.

I wanted to apologize

for what happened today.

I accused you of doing something

that you didn't do.

That you couldn't have done.

I'm sorry.

That's black folks' problem, man.

Always passing judgment

on each other.

Putting our own brothers down,

and for what?

You're right.

We're friends.

Bobby, I should have trusted you.

People need to give each other

more credit, man.

Take a little more time

to understand each other.

Look, Bobby, I'm probably gonna

offer the firm my resignation.

But I want you to know that before I go,

I'm gonna try to get your job back.

Quit?

No, man, you can't go out like that.

We need you in there,

help put some brothers down.

Bobby, I've gotta find a buyer

willing to invest $ 75 million by Monday.

- It's impossible.

- Nothing's impossible.

You deserve that partnership, man.

Look, I got an idea.

Am I still your trainee?

Hey, you know it.

It's, "You know that.

You know that. "

Whatever. What are you gonna do?

Get your high-powered

presentation together.

I'll check you on Monday.

I got some people I gotta see.

What are you gonna do?

Just get out of Harlem

before you get your ass whipped.

Here you are.

Been looking all over for you.

Now you know where to find me.

The late Frank Burke's office.

- Did you have a good weekend?

- Pretty good.

You wanna get some lunch? My treat.

Why not? You can take me to

the Ferry Bank Caf. I love that place.

Are you crazy?

It's all the way in Brooklyn.

Hey, you're going out

with the boss.

Lunch is over when I say

that lunch is over.

Now you're talking.

All right.

He's having trouble with the financing

on this gold-company deal.

It's not penciling out right.

I could get a better loan

from a guy named Vinny.

It's the Halloran brothers

to see Waymon Tinsdale.

Sheila, the Halloran brothers

to see Mr. Tinsdale.

Well, Bobby, here's your boy.

- Hey, what's up?

- Hey. All right.

Y'all remember my homeboy,

Waymon Tinsdale?

How could I forget?

It's nice to see you again.

Leroy Halloran. These are my brothers

Roland and Theodore.

The Halloran brothers?

The ones that own

the Harlem National Bank?

In the flesh.

Oh, I didn't know.

Man, you must have really thought

I was a jerk the first time we met.

You could say that.

But thanks to Bobby,

we came anyway.

- Hey, just doing my job.

- And a good job it is.

Would you escort these gentlemen

to conference room B, please?

Hey, no problem. Fellas?

Get Atwell on the phone.

No, send a limousine for him.

Tell him I'm meeting with the Halloran

brothers of the Harlem National Bank.

I present to you the Savoy Tower.

Downtown Manhattan,

prime real estate.

One, we'll begin...

And one of the most exciting features

is the pedestrian mall.

it has 84 stories.

Six million dollars.

Four-four-seven-zero

two-nine-four-seven-zero-three...

- two thousand dollars per square foot,

offers a projected income...

...of a quarter of a billion dollars.

All right.

We're only a little apart on pricing.

You sweeten your deal by $2 million,

you got a deal.

- Deal.

- Yeah.

Hey, yeah.

Waymon, what the hell

is going on here?

Mr. Drake.

We were getting ready to call you

and invite you down to the celebration.

Celebration?

Yes. With the assistance

of Mr. Bobby Johnson...

...the Savoy Tower has a buyer.

Oh?

Mr. Drake, I'd like to introduce you

to the Halloran brothers...

...of Harlem National Bank.

- What's up, homes?

- What's happening, Jack?

They've agreed to our terms.

I see.

Well, Mr. Johnson...

...where's my glass?

- Thank you very much, sir.

It feels good, doesn't it?

- Roland, thank you for coming by.

- Yes.

We look forward to seeing you.

Anything I can do.

Boy, that's the life, huh?

Are you just coming back

from lunch?

- Yes, sir.

- I'll speak with you later.

Hey, what's going on here?

Only closing the Savoy Towers deal.

What? Wait, what are you doing here?

You were fired.

Well, he's rehired.

I'm taking this up with the board, sir.

And tell them what?

All right, shut up and get out.

You're fired.

You can't fire me, because I quit.

This is getting good.

Mr. Tinsdale, I changed the figures

on your report Thursday night.

- You did what?

- What?

I know...

David told me to do it.

You damn liar.

You watch yourself, Mr. Barnes.

I shouldn't have done it.

I'm sorry.

I don't have to stay here

and listen to this.

It says here,

"David Barnes, in, 12:30 a. m., out... "

Give me that, you stupid nig...

God, dog.

Way to go, Waymon.

Mr. Tinsdale, I'll see you

in the office, partner.

Yes, sir.

- Thank you.

I didn't know he had it in him.

Uh... Uh...

...Mr. Drake, if I could just...

- Partner. I'm a partner.

- Partner. You did it.

- All this time, man.

- That's what he said, man.

- Tyson. You see that jab?

- Whoo!

Who is it?

- Waymon.

What do you want?

Uh... Well...

...I came by because

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