The Assassination of Richard Nixon Page #3

Can't you see what they're doing to us?

You're going to lose this job, aren't you?

What? I'm not going to lose my job.

Just tell me now,|because I can do it on my own.

I'm doing great.

I'm so tired of this.

I don't want you|stopping by like this anymore.

I really mean it.

I think it looks good.

And it makes me look|a little older and trustworthy.

You would trust me.

That's not really the point, though.|What I'm saying is...

I'm surprised you would say that, Bonny.|I really am.

Because I would think|that you would have more feeling.

Joey, let's get some of these dishes cleared|and get you to bed.

No. You sit.

Joey.

Yes, ma'am.

That's a good kid. That's a real good kid.

His mother taught him well.

I bet she did.

No offense, but I wouldn't be surprised...

if his father had a little something|to do with that.

He probably got something from me.

What do you think?|If your father went away...

would that make you sad?

He's not gonna go away.

Of course he's not. If he did?

If your mommy wanted him to go.

She wouldn't say that.

Why don't you just leave those there.

It's past your bedtime.|Give your father a kiss.

- Good night, Daddy.|- Good night, baby.

Things will work out, Sam. You'll see.

- Good night, Mommy.|- Good night, baby.

Say good night to your Uncle Sam.

Good night, Uncle Sam.

Good night, son.

I know it was important to you, Sam.|I want to thank you for the sacrifice.

I think it was a good decision.|Now you can smile.

You look like a family man instead of|some schmuck with a p*ssy on his face.

- Marty?|- Yes.

Get up to the spic's place|and get me an egg salad...

and whatever else you want.

Is independence too much to ask,|Mr. Bernstein?

I mean, you're your own boss, right?

You don't have any idea what it's like|to work for somebody else...

like some kind of a slave.

But I'm telling you,|slavery never really ended in this country.

They just gave it another name. Employee.

Remember power is a state of mind.

You have as much as you think you have.

If you don't think you have any, you don't.

Talk about yourself as you see yourself...

and someday that will be yourself.

The salesman must see himself as a winner.

Say it along with me.

I'm not sure I understand this business|about the school bus.

That's just it. The bus is the business.

It's a movable store.

- A movable tire store?|- Exactly.

You see, we take out all of the seats,|just gut the whole bus...

and put the tires. Fill it up with the tires.

Then you bring the tires to the customer,|at his convenience.

You're a delivery service.

That's just the beginning of it,|because I would bring the tire...

and change it, I'll put the tire|on your car while you're mowing the lawn.

Or anything else that that you want to do.

And we'd paint the bus a bright red|because that would give the company...

its own individual identity|and make it memorable. A sort of trademark.

And you have the bus already?

My friend, my partner, Bonny,|has the bus and he has the tools.

And I bring the management experience.

And that you have as well?

That I do, sir. Yes, I do.

It says here you're currently employed|as an office furniture salesman?

That's correct. But I'm ready to move on.

And prior to office sales,|you were a tire salesman with your father?

Julius Bicke, that's my brother.

Brother. Okay,|and why did you leave his employment?

He expected me to lie.

I don't believe that someone|should have to lie to make a living.

All right.

Over and over he would tell me...

that 15% is rock bottom.

Sell below that, we lose money. That's a lie.

In the retail tire business,|the markup is always at least 30%.

So, 30 is rock bottom.

What one should tell the customer...|Let me show you.

Good morning, Mr. Ford.

I think I understand, Mr. Bicke...

Let me just show you.

Good morning. Sam Bicke.|You're here to buy tires.

Yes.

Let's get down to brass tacks.|This is the deal.

The markup on all of my tires is 30%.

I will show you the company invoice|to prove that to you.

I'll do that for you, Mr. Ford.|I'll make you my best offer.

I'll split the difference with you.|I'll take half the markup as my profit...

and you'll take half the markup|as your savings.

Even Steven. Fair deal.

What do you think?

What do I think? Or...

Yes. No, I'm back to normal now.

- It's 15%.|- Exactly.

But it's the same thing,|what your brother offered.

No. My brother...

will go to 15%,|but he wants you to hold at list.

But the salesman who offers 15%,|he's a failure.

He's a man who doesn't know|how to hold his ground.

And who do you think,|at the end of the month...

gets the promotion, gets the bonus?

The one with the biggest profit margin?

The biggest liar.

I'm sorry.

I just want you to know that I would run|an honest business.

That I would not ask my salesmen to lie...

or make them feel like a failure...

or some kind of a piece of garbage.

Well, that's...

I admire that.

- Your idea?|- Yes, sir.

Well, that's it.

That's it?

Mr. Ford, I want to thank you, sir,|because this loan isn't just for me.

I think it can change|the way we think about American business.

Mr. Bicke, I'm really very sorry.

That's it for now. I have to send|your application on to Washington...

and they will review it.|And it's a whole process.

Of course.

Mr. Ford at the SBA...

Bonny, I gotta tell you,|he was very impressed.

Did you tell him the bus don't run?

I didn't.

Did you tell him your partner was black?

I did, yes. I checked the "Negro" box.

That was stupid, Sam. This isn't working.

No, Bonny.

The government is looking|for black businessmen.

I've been here 16 years,|and they haven't found me yet.

Ellen, sit next to Julie. Sam. Come on, son.

Ellen, can you just sit. That's great, Julie.

Ellen, sit next to your sister.|Come on, Sam Jr.

Ellen, honey, sit next to Julie.

Come on, you guys. Dinner's ready.

Daddy's taking a picture.

That's all right, honey, I got it.

- See you next Sunday, Sam.|- Yeah, I'll see you next Sunday.

Tuffer! No.

$125 is your total. I let the tax slide.

Thank you.

You remind me of my ex-wife.

She's got the dimples, also,|when she smiles. They're nice.

Compliments and a good deal.|I should shop here more often.

You should, miss, or is it missus?

Miss.

- Is this the current phone?|- Yes.

Would you like me to deliver it?

No. That's all right.|I'll have someone from the office stop by.

It wouldn't be a problem.

I'll be just fine.

You already are.

I don't want you to deliver it.|I'll have it picked up.

I didn't mean me, personally.|We have people who deliver.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

I love my wife very much.

We are all married men. Family men.

Yeah.

Because...

what's odd about your aborted flirtation|with that woman today...

according to Marty's recollection,|correct me if I'm wrong...

is that you referred to her dimples...

as being like those of your ex-wife's.

- I don't think I did that.|- He sure did.

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