The Carpetbaggers
- PG
- Year:
- 1964
- 150 min
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Every generation has
its modern carpetbaggers,
its adventurers
who gamble everything
to stand head and shoulders
above other men.
Among them could be
a creative giant,
a do-gooder, a tyrant
or a plunderer,
a man who leaves
his personal brand
on everything
and everyone he touches.
I guess in the past generation
it could have been someone
like the fictional and fabulous
Jonas Cord, Jr.--
the best or the worst,
depending on how much
you imagine he might
have hurt you
or how much you believed
he helped you.
The legend of Jonas
spanned almost two decades
and it began
that April morning in the 1920s
in the sky
over the Nevada desert.
There it is, Jonas!
We hit it right on the nose!
Let me take the stick
for a while.
You can't fly.
I've been watching
you. It's simple.
You pull it back and you go up.
You push it forward
and you go down.
Okay, it's yours,
but be careful.
You're gonna kill us!
Get your hands the hell
off that stick, kid!
That felt good.
I'm going to try it again.
Not with me in it.
Well, then get out--
it's my plane.
Look out!
Take her, Joe. Land it.
Hey, Nevada!
Where's your horse?
Still running from
that dive you made.
What the hell is that
pilot trying to prove?
Joe? He's a first-class flyer.
He does have a tendency
to get airsick.
Somebody should take
the plane away from him.
Its not his-- it's mine.
Huh. You can't fly.
I just did.
All right, what
did the rig cost you?
Nothing. I picked it up
in an all-night poker game
from an unlucky card player
named Buzz Dalton.
Now, he could fly this
through the hole in a doughnut.
You know, your father didn't
like the way you handled it.
My father didn't like the way
God handled the creation.
out of every Mexican
in the factory.
Nevada, who told the old man
about me and the girl?
The newspapers.
You had a pretty big spread.
Ah, it was a grandstand play.
She didn't want to die.
Came close to it.
Look, the longer we keep
the old man waiting
the more he's like a mule
with a burr under his tail.
Now come on, let's go.
Another ounce ought
to make it about 3:00.
Is that all
you've got to say
after ruining half
a day's production
with another one of
your crazy stunts?
Your message said to get
down here in a hurry.
Not through the roof.
Two more feet and everything
within three miles
of this powder keg
would have vanished.
Yeah. Yeah,
I gave that some thought.
Why the hell didn't you get
out of that hotel room
when McAllister told you?
'Cause the girl
tried to kill herself.
I couldn't leave her alone.
You didn't have
to go to the hospital
and to make a small
story on page ten
into page-one headlines.
Well, it would've read worse
if I tried to hide.
Well, what did you do
that made the girl
want to take her life?
I told her there
wouldn't be any wedding.
And if you had any brains...
Brains?
Right now.
Right now,
sitting in my conference room
there's a pair of vultures
waiting to pick my pockets
for $30,000 or they'll sue
for breach of promise
and who knows what else?
Tell them to go ahead.
Watch the price drop.
This is the fourth
girl in a year
that you've been
in trouble with.
Are you angry or... jealous?
Disgusted.
A son with everything--
name, money, business--
and he runs around
like some homeless moron.
Now, where do you
think you're going?
Back to Los Angeles.
You don't need me
to make up your mind.
You're either going
to pay him off, or you're not.
Besides, I got a date.
What are you trying to prove?
That you're a man?
Well, a man is judged
by what's in his head...
not in his bed.
You dried-up, impotent old man.
You ought to be glad
somebody in this family
still has what it takes.
otherwise, that
so-called wife of yours, Rina,
might think there was something
wrong with all of us Cords.
Jonas?
Jo...
Age 48. Survivors, wife Rina
Marlowe Cord and Jonas Cord, Jr.
Cause of death,
encephalic embolism.
That's medical for
''blood clot on the brain.''
Will you accept it or
do you want an autopsy?
Can you put down heart attack?
I'm afraid I can't do that.
Then keep it confidential.
I'll make the public
announcement my own way.
Its your privilege.
I'll file it
and have my girl
send you copies.
The German contracts.
They're supposed
to be signed tomorrow.
Who's going to do it?
I am.
Denby,
I said I am.
You don't need
McAllister's permission.
Yes, Junior.
And don't you ever
call me Junior again.
Give them $5,000, get a release
and kick them out.
Suppose, suppose
they won't take it?
she sent that girl
to trap me into marriage,
and I can prove it.
Yes, Junior, uh, Jonas.
Give the news
to the factory help.
Tell them they get
the rest of the week off,
a five percent
increase in wages,
and see to it they
attend the funeral to a man.
Got it?
Yes, Jonas.
Five percent increase?
But why?
Because next week
I'm going to ask them
to work 20/ harder.
Yes, Jonas.
Good-bye.
I drew up your father's will.
He held 90/
of the stock in his name
and it's yours.
You'd better get it
probated right away.
Looks like I'm going to need
a personal consultant
and lawyer--
someone like you, Mac.
Full-time.
to start.
Yes or no?
How do you know you can afford
to pay that kind of money?
You're too smart to
say yes if I can't.
Well...
Now, the first thing
we'll have to do
is call a meeting
of the board of directors
and have you officially elected
president of the company.
lf I own 90/ of the stock,
I just elected myself president.
Make the happy announcement.
Who owns the other 10/?
Well, two-and-a-half
percent each
Rina Cord and Nevada Smith.
Two percent each, Judge Samuel
Haskell and Peter Carmac,
president of the
Industrial Bank of Reno,
and one percent to
your father's secretary,
Eugene Denby.
What's our cash position?
Solvent, but thin.
What do we need
to be solid?
Oh, about $200,000.
What have you done about it?
What makes you think
I've done anything?
You're here. My father wouldn't
call you from Los Angeles
just to settle with
that girl's parents.
He could have done
that himself.
I arranged a loan from
Pioneer National Trust Company
of Los Angeles for $300,000.
Good.
That'll give me enough money
to buy out
the minority stockholders,
not counting Nevada
and Rina, of course.
What's the minority
stock worth?
Maybe $60,000.
I want complete control.
Offer the others...
But Jo...
They take it or leave it.
Tell them I'm so young
and inexperienced
and have such wild ideas
that in a year, the stock
might only be worth ten.
And after they take it,
tell Denby he's through.
He's too nervous to be honest.
Suppose they turn it down.
They won't,
if you're a good enough actor.
I should take care of,
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