The Carpetbaggers Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1964
- 150 min
- 237 Views
was too much fun to make money.
After the Sheriff padlocked it
in California,
the only place his kind
of cowboy was needed
was in the movies.
That's all. Right here.
That's all.
Rina just naturally headed
for the place
with the most action-- Paris,
and helped give
the Lost Generation its name.
They have a great
downhill slide there,
greased with fancy men,
fancy clothes
and absinthe.
Vive la...I
Vitel Vitel Vitel
Vive la France!
We're way out in front, Buzz.
and we're almost home.
lf nothing happens,
we've not only won the race,
we've got us another mail
contract from Uncle Sam.
We've got more than that.
We got a new business.
What new business?
Passengers.
Six at a time?
There's no money in that.
With what airplane,
you dreamer?
With the new Cord passenger
plane we're going to build.
in your backyard?
We'll buy a factory.
Oh, sure, go buy Lockheed,
Martin or Curtis Wright.
Only you better find
a gold mine first.
Of course, I hear that Winthrop
Aviation is having trouble.
There is no Winthrop Aviation.
Take a look down there.
What's this thing you have
for painting
your name on rooftops?
I'd paint it higher
but skywriting's
too impermanent.
Congratulations.
You've won yourself
a race, Mr. Cord.
I've won something that
last's longer than that--
a new mail contract.
How do you feel?
Numb.
Richer.
Is it true that you now
own Winthrop Aviation?
Cord Aviation.
Are you going to build
military planes?
Passenger planes.
A year from now,
I'll be flying passengers
coast to coast in 24 hours.
Think of all the sleep you can
lose traveling that fast.
Are you trying to corner
the world, Mr. Cord?
There's an idea.
Mr. Cord, why is it
you're not married?
Why aren't you a millionaire?
Just lucky, I guess.
Me, too.
Let's go, Jedediah.
What's his rush?
Its the world
that's turning too slow.
Jonas, you need a week off...
a month off.
Otto Strauss in Berlin
came up with a new high-speed
plastics injection mold.
I cabled him an offer,
he accepted.
That's how much
money we need.
You better hightail it
to New York
and make the arrangements.
We're moving too fast.
By whose clock?
I spend half my time
borrowing money.
Which we pay back.
And every year
a new business.
Its called growth, Mac.
Maybe, but we're
so cross-collateralized--
so interdependent,
that if one business goes,
the others might go with it.
Don't let one go.
Why don't we buy a hotel
with lots of beds.
That's an idea.
Make a note of that, Mac.
You'd better get some rest.
Sure.
You get right down
to the station.
Take the first
train to New York.
Tonight?
I haven't even packed a bag.
That's a hundred-dollar suit.
It ought to keep its press.
Jedediah, let Mr. Dalton
sleep...
all the way back
to the factory.
Right, sir.
I thought this
was a private bar.
That's what makes
it so attractive.
Mmm.
Now, how in this world
did you ever guess?
Wingspread 37, fuselage 25...
and hand-rubbed, by the way.
Tail assembly 36,
shockproof landing gear
and never stalls in a dive.
Well, come in for a landing.
Tell me what you want.
Well, to be straightforward
about the whole thing
I'm a newspaperman.
You can get arrested
in those clothes.
I was using
the generic term.
That's a relief.
What paper?
Oh, it's just a
little scandal sheet
called the Star Telegram
Picayune Times Bulletin.
Show me your press pass.
Oh, no.
You don't get to see that
until after I get the story.
Well, what do
you want to know?
How much money do I have?
How does it feel to run
ten corporations
or what speed record
Heaven's no.
I leave stuffy old things
like that to the city editor.
I'm strictly feature.
I go for the offbeat story.
Like?
Like, what do you
sleep in at night?
Depends on how lucky I am.
Well, now, who would you
most like to be stranded
on a desert island with?
The world's greatest
boat builder.
Let me put it this way--
which do you prefer,
quantity or quality.
Do I have a choice?
We're known as
a liberal newspaper.
Ma'am, you have
just won yourself
an exclusive
full-page layout.
Its probably just
my city editor.
I'll disguise my voice.
Mr. Cord's suite.
Who is this?
Its my father.
Jonas Cord.
Who's the dame, Jonas?
Its a body I picked up
at a rental agency.
Ah!
They said you wanted to see me.
I do.
Okay, I'll be right up.
Uh-uh. I'll be right down.
Well, we can't very well
meet here in the lobby.
Okay, I need a shave anyway.
I'll meet you in
the second floor washroom.
You knew he was coming.
Yeah, but I didn't
know you were.
Yes, you did.
lf you'll excuse me,
I have to get my razor
and $25,000.
Is that all, Jonas?
Yes, that's all, Monica.
Did you come here thinking
there'd be more?
Jonas...
Try to do it nicely.
I mean, give him something
to walk away with besides money.
lf he doesn't try
to con me, I will.
Jonas.
Do you need him, Monica?
No.
I did when I was little,
but he never had
any time for me.
And now I've got my own
money and my own life...
and you.
What else do I need?
Well, you see
the truth is, Jonas,
I need another $10,000.
What happened to all the money
you got when you sold the stock?
Well, it's gone.
Creditors, ex-wives, judgments.
You know how much I owed.
Amos, your contract
doesn't provide
for advances like this.
I know, but this is important.
Won't happen again, I promise.
Its... it's for Monica.
Monica?
What about her?
Well, I want to send her to her
mother in England.
She's getting too much
for me to handle, Jonas.
She's seeing some
playboy on the sly,
and... well, he's
teaching her bad habits.
Do you know who he is?
I wish I did.
I'd kill him
with my bare hands.
A nice, sweet, innocent
kid like her.
I've got to get
her away from him.
You ever talk to her?
I've tried, but you know
how kids are nowadays.
Give them everything
and get nothing.
Hmm. You could try
being a father.
What the hell makes you
such an expert?!
Wait till you get
kids of your own.
Now, what about
the money, Jonas?
Its important to me
and Monica, and...
All right, I'll give
it to you, Amos.
As a matter of fact,
I'll give you $25,000...
on one condition.
Why sure. Sure,
anything you say, Jonas.
I want your resignation.
You mean... from
Winthrop Aviation?
From Cord Aviation.
But I founded the company!
I can help you make it grow.
Take the money, Amos.
No!
No, that, that factory is me.
I laid out every machine,
the production, technique...
Take the money, Amos.
Like hell I'll take it.
I won't sell my life
for $25,000.
lf you spend it carefully,
it'll keep you in booze
for ten years.
Oh, Jonas.
Please.
One day you'll need help, too.
lf I do, I won't bargain
with anything as precious
as my only daughter to get it.
Did he take it?
Yes.
It won't last him long.
It should if he's smart.
All he understands
is machinery and production.
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