"Announcer:" "Angelo Perino has just come into the pits." "The leader, once again, is A. J. Foyt as we near the halfway mark here at the California 500." "This is going to cost Perino." "He pitted under the green flag." "That means he'll probably lose 3, 4 spots." "Foyt has already gone by to increase his lead." "Gordon Johncock and Bobby Unser are in second and third." "That wasn't Perino's best stop." "He was in nearly 20 seconds." "That means Angelo will have to do some fancy driving if he wants to get his lead back." "Perino has never won here at Ontario, one of the few tracks where he hasn't, but he is the favorite here this afternoon." "He's dominated most of the race." "After that lengthy stop, though," "Perino has his work cut out." "He lost considerable ground, but look at him now." "Perino's doing an incredible job." "He's gotten past slower traffic, and here he is, closing in on the leaders." "Unofficially, we have Perino in fourth place, 7 seconds behind A. J. Foyt." "He's closer now." "Perino has nearly caught up to Unser and Johncock." "He'll catch up." "On that last lap, we clocked him at better than 189 Miles an hour." "Perino is alongside Unser now." "Look at this battle for third place." "Perino ducks to the inside." "He's trying to pass Unser." "He's got him." "Perino has just passed Unser." "And there he goes after Johncock in second place." "He's overcome a costly pit stop that dropped him to fourth place." "Here he is again, challenging for that lead." "Can he catch A. J. Foyt?" "Here he comes." "He's really moving." "He's getting into turn one, awfully fast." "Wait a minute." "Perino's in trouble." "He's spinning, heading for the inside." "The car is coming apart, cartwheeling into the infield." "The yellow flag is out." "The cars are slowing everywhere." "There go the emergency crews." "I don't see any fire, but I can't see Perino, either." "The ambulance is there now." "Take this before you have another stroke." "Not now!" "Betsy, get on the phone!" "Find out where they're taking him and how bad he's hurt." "[Engine starts]" "May I give you a lift, Mr. Perino?" "Who the hell are you?" "I'm Betsy Hardeman." "My great-grandfather won... wait a minute." "Hardeman." "Bethlehem motors?" "My great-grandfather would like to see you." "He could have phoned." "He doesn't trust telephones." "Tell him to buy out att." "His Lear is standing by at the airport for you." "He expects me to come right now?" "Well, you can pack if you like." "What's he want to see me about?" "He just said to say it was important." "How's the old man doing, still running the world from his wheelchair?" "Ha ha." "He's still trying to." "Are you on his payroll?" "No." "Just summer vacations." "Oh, you're, um, a sophomore." "Ha ha." "Ha ha ha." "And you're majoring in, um..." "Something that will be of the least possible use in 3 years' time... early civilization." "Aha." "By all rights, you should be dead." "[Chuckles]" "Ha ha." "Probably thinking the same about me." "Time isn't on the side of either of us," "Mr. Hardeman." "The only difference is," "I don't intend letting it catch up on me just yet." "Come over here into the light and let me look at you." "Yeah." "You got quite a little look of your grandfather, you know that?" "It was a sad day when they tossed him out." "He was a smart man." "I was mighty fond of him." "Sit down." "Want you to come and work for me?" "Doing what?" "I'm going to build a new car." "Sorry." "I only race the cars I build myself." "Not a race car." "People's car." "You have the wrong man for that, too." "Racing's all I've ever done." "It's all I've ever wanted to do." "I know what your qualifications are better, probably, than you do." "I know every school you went to, every degree you took, every engineering system you come up with, any automotive innovation you ever put on wheels, so don't try and pull that sort of bull over on me, all right?" "All right, sir." "I could have gotten a job in Detroit, but I chose racing instead." "Why don't you leave racing to the kids who still got something to prove?" "Only 2 men have built universal cars." "Henry Ford built the Model T, and an even bigger son of a bitch, Hitler, built the Volkswagen." "Now I'm going to build the third." "I need help, Angelo, 'cause I'm on my own." "You have Bethlehem motors behind you." "No." "My grandson's president of the company, and he's just the same as the rest of them... too mercenary to adapt to new times." "No." "If I'm going to build this car," "I got to do it on my own." "That shouldn't be difficult." "All you really need is a few hundred million dollars." "Sell the house and a couple of the planes." "Joke with me, young man, I'll break you in half." "You'd have to catch me first." "I'd catch you." "All right." "No jokes." "Look, my boy," "I got no time to waste." "Hell, I celebrated my 86th birthday in April." "I've been out of it for years... dumped down here, sitting to listen to the coconuts drop." "Well, before they lay me out and start throwing dirt in my face," "I'm going to build me a car the world will never forget." "Everybody's working on some kind of engine... diesel, electric, gas turbine, rotary, steam, but each one's got its own drawbacks." "No one's come up with a car that's small, cheap, pollution-free, economical to run, and safe." "You think you have." "Ha ha." "I know damn well I have." "John Duncan, Angelo Perino." "How are you?" "John used to be my head of production till those idiots retired him." "Saw you crash on television." "You build that car yourself?" "Ground up." "Well, everybody's entitled to one mistake." "So this is your baby." "It's a gas turbine." "Very interesting." "You've done something to the fuel system here." "I never saw a fuel system like that." "Ought to get pretty good mileage." "60." "Relative to what weight?" "1,900." "No way." "For how much?" "Takes a lot more than improved combustion." "Take another look." "Oh, you black-boxed it." "Know why?" "Monitor the fuel system, presumably." "You have a computer here, electronic probes into the exhaust system, sending information back to the computer, which then regulates the fuel flow." "That give you 60?" "90% increase in thermal efficiency." "We're working on the other 10%." "Very impressive." "You think I was just an old man jerking off?" "Are you going to build his car?" "I don't know." "I'll sleep on it." "You don't think it can be done?" "I'm afraid he's dreaming." "The days of the good old rugged individualists are over." "Well, he is rugged." "He's also a monster." "I thought you liked him." "I do, but he's still a monster." "They all are..." "the Chryslers, the Hardemans, the fords." "The hereditary monarchs of Detroit." "Anyway, I hope he wins." "He's tough." "He might." "Well, father's tough, too." "If that new car means risk, no profits, he'll fight it." "Ha ha." "That's his prerogative, you know." "Your father can't run a business to lose money." "Spoken like a Hardeman." "Be careful." "You'll catch the disease." "It's highly contagious." "What are the symptoms?" "An insatiable appetite for success and an uncontrollable craving for power." "It can grow into a fever... the more power, the higher the fever." "No hope for the victim, I guess." "Once infected, it's terminal." "April, come here." "Come on, girl." "In Detroit, they all know you as a race-car driver." "They've forgotten all the rest of it." "We'll let on that we're going in for factory-sponsored racing... just a senile whim of the old man, worth indulging just to keep him quiet." "And down here in Florida, that'll be our smoke screen." "There'll be a title... vice president special projects." "And a salary, of course." "A hefty salary." "Will you do it?" "I want a bonus, too." "Up front." "How much?" "Just shares... an option on voting shares." "We keep the votes in the family." "A man ought to have a vested interest as an incentive." "You vote 80%," "I'd like an option to buy up to 2%." "Young man, you're talking an awful lot of money, you know that?" "Yes, sir, I do." "Big. 5-6 million." "Can you get access to that kind of money?" "No, sir." "He's got a lot of nerve." "[Chuckles]" "Ok, you'll get it." "Uh, your option up to 2% at present value." "Ok, now build that car!" "Know what we're going to call it?" "The Betsy." "Ah ha ha!" "A whole new car from bottom up and bumper to bumper." "Whee!" "Damn!" "It's going to be like the old days again." "Ha ha ha ha!" "[Orchestra playing]" "Oh." "Hey, you, where's my wife, huh?" "She's downstairs, monsieur." "She's greeting the guests." "Oh, what the... why didn't somebody wake me?" "I think madame tried." "I can't get this damn thing fastened." "Hey, d-did you see Malcolm, my valet?" "Huh?" "You know him?" "Perhaps I can help, monsieur." "Y-you c... well, do you mind?" "Well, thanks." "No wonder you have trouble." "You have made the wrong buttons in the buttonholes." "Well, I'll be hornswoggled." "What do you think of that?" "Mother, where's father?" "I'm afraid he's still sleeping the sleep of the just, as they say." "That was quite a reception this afternoon." "I suppose I'm responsible for that, Elizabeth." "You furnished the drinks, Angelo." "You didn't pour them." "Can't he even behave himself on my wedding day?" "What's your name?" "Roxanne." "Roxanne." "He's incorrigible." "Why don't I go wake him?" "Please do." "Try putting a little shame into him." "Tell him Walter Chrysler's been looking for him for half an hour." "Daddy Hardeman?" "Daddy Hardeman?" "[Heavy breathing]" "Da... [panting]" "Roxanne..." "Now, don't be offended, huh?" "I'd like to give you something." "A present." "No." "Please, monsieur." "No, it would make me really happy to do that." "Now, there must be something you'd like." "Like, uh, something you've always wanted." "Hmm?" "Come on." "I came to America to..." "Make enough to open a little shop one day." "Perhaps in Paris." "You've got it." "Sally." "Oh, uh, I came upstairs to wake you." "There wasn't any answer." "Why, that was very kind of you, my dear." "Shall we join our guests?" "[Drumroll]" "Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, this is a very special occasion for Elizabeth and myself." "Loren, Sally, come on up here where everyone can see you." "We live in Detroit, and we're proud of it." "And what better gift for a newlywed couple, who, I may add, are also going to live in Detroit..." "[Applause]" "Than a new, new car, hah?" "Follow me now, please, outside, huh?" "Come on, now." "Oh, wow!" "Look at that." "So, Loren, there is a little surprise for you and your enchanting bride... a car." "A brand-new model, and I have named it... and it's written right on it... the Loren ii!" "[Applause and cheering]" "Don't drive it away, though." "Oh, and that is not all!" "Ha ha." "Entwhistle, if you please." "Thank you." "100,000 shares of Bethlehem motors stock." "10% of my company..." "Made out in the name of my son" "Loren Hardeman Jr..." "[Applause]" "Which, if my accountants don't deceive me, and they better not..." "[Laughter]" "Is worth a sum between..." "Hmm... 25 and $27 million." "[Applause]" "Angelo." "Angelo." "Palsy-walsy." "Hey, have you seen my son?" "Is Brian anyplace?" "Loren, in God's name, what sort of son of yours would the kid be if he was still up on his wedding night?" "Oh, sure." "Yeah." "Still, you know what?" "I sometimes wonder..." "You know what he said to me a while back?" "That the stock was the greatest present a father ever gave his son." "He never mentioned..." "The car." "Not one word about the Loren ii." "I made it for you, son." "Made it all for you." "He doesn't know, does he?" "He doesn't understand..." "Does he?" "It's not the stock." "It's not the money." "It..." "It's the car." "Mr. Perino, I'm Dan Weyman, head of finances for the company." "Mr. Hardeman's waiting." "That's Mr. Hardeman in white." "By the way, he doesn't like to be called Loren III." "Who's the guy he's playing?" "Is this guy in the company, too?" "No, no." "He's just a hired pro." "Very well-played." "Well, thank you a lot." "Mr. Perino, glad to meet you." "I've been a fan of yours for quite some time." "I just became a fan of yours." "Good way to work off the old hostilities." "How's grandfather?" "How's number one?" "Just fine." "He sends his best." "Amazing, isn't he, for his age?" "Hope I'm still that sharp at 86." "Trust number one to be different." "Everyone else is getting out of racing, and he wants in." "That's the old man for you." "Originally, I was against the idea." "What persuaded me was the publicity... good publicity if you can turn out a winner for us." "These days, the automobile industry can use all the favorable publicity it can get." "It's the old "bread and circuses"" ""for the people" syndrome." "Paid off for the Roman emperors." "Let's hope it pays off for us." "Wipe the Maalox off your face, would you mind?" "He's got an ulcer like a barometer." "You see white around his mouth, it usually means we've got trouble." "One thing you can always trust... number one's instincts." "At a board meeting, I try to keep an eye on his face." "It's like a spectrometer." "It'll show the tiniest flaw in an argument that otherwise looks like solid steel." "As a pro, you must have observed the same thing in the crowd at a race." "They'll automatically know whether someone's giving them their money's worth or just stringing them along." "The project's been approved by the board." "You're to build us a race car." "I assume you'll let us know what kind of car you plan to build." "A winner." "I like the sound of that." "Dan will show you around the place." "I better get showered." "We'll start with design and research." "Yes." "You can feel it, can't you?" "Yeah." "[No audio]" "Newscaster:" "The.45-caliber pistol was thrust at president Ford at point-blank range." "The woman was identified as Lynette "squeaky" Fromme," "26 years old and a follower of Charles Manson." "President Ford, we repeat, was not hurt." "A secret service agent grabbed the woman..." "[Doorbell rings]" "Before a shot was fired." "More bulletins as they happen." "And now back to wall-to-wall music." "Am I interrupting?" "It's a pleasant interruption, however." "Please, come in." "I thought the fall semester started." "It did." "Ah." "Home for the weekend." "Is this me you're working on?" "That's you... the Betsy." "A few kinks to work out." "Me or the car?" "Don't answer that." "Please, keep on working." "May I watch?" "Of course." "Is this the rear-end suspension?" "Thought you were into early civilization?" "Well, I play hooky sometimes." "I quit school." "Why did you do that?" "Because I can't think of anything except the Betsy." "I'm supposed to be in the bronze age, and I'm here in Detroit, asking you if I can help you." "Please, can I?" "Doing what?" "Anything." "Sweeping floors." "What do your parents say about that?" "If I tell them that you've given me a job, it'll be cool." "Please?" "Well, I'll tell you what." "I'm going to have dinner at your house on Sunday, and if your parents bring it up," "I'll say it's fine with me." "Angelo." "Um, I'll require respect, of course, Elizabeth." "Affection in small doses, fine, but, above all, an employer will require respect." "Hi, Angelo." "Back to college, Betsy?" "I've never known father and great-grandpa to get together on anything so quickly." "Well, what are you doing during Thanksgiving vacation?" "You mean that?" "I don't think they'll object, do you?" "Oh, excuse me." "I'm sorry." "I forgot." "Respect." "That's right." "Respect." "Mr. and Mrs. Hardeman send their apologies, sir, but they'll be a few minutes late coming down." "May I get you a drink, sir?" "Scotch, please, on the rocks." "Hello." "I'm Roberta Ayres." "I'm staying with the Hardemans." "Angelo Perino." "Yes, I know." "How do you do?" "Hello." "I gather there's been a slight family tiff." "That's why they're not down yet." "Also, Betsy's not going to grace us." "That's too bad." "Sir." "Thank you." "Lady Ayres, may I freshen yours?" "Oh, please, Edward." "Lady Ayres?" "My husband was John Ayres." "Uh, lord Ayres, the, uh, driver." "He was good." "Yes, he was." "Unfortunately, not quite good enough." "Who is?" "Anybody who wins and stays alive." "Ha ha ha." "Are you obsessed with cars to the exclusion of all else, too, Mr. Perino?" "Not to the exclusion of all else." "That's rather a strong point in your favor, if I might say so." "I gather you didn't enjoy being a racer's wife." "Well, let's just say I was a widow long before my husband died." "To fast cars and the men who race them." "To their women..." "Who wait and worry." "Bobby, Angelo, I'm sorry." "You've obviously introduced each other." "We've gone a stage beyond that, maybe 2." "I'm not sure I approve." "You look lovely tonight, Bobby, but then you always do." "Glad you could make it, Angelo." "You're on your way to California?" "Yes, in a week or so." "Wanted to line up a pit crew and some drivers." "Whereabouts in California are you going?" "Yes, Bobby was thinking of flying out to the coast, toying with an idea of opening a branch out there." "San Francisco?" "Beverly hills?" "Branch?" "I'm a decorator." "You like this room?" "Very much." "It's her work." "I like it." "And she did our house in London last year." "She did a superb job." "Mr. Perino, I couldn't be sorrier." "Your first visit, and we're outrageously late coming down." "Mrs. Hardeman." "Please sit down." "Thank God." "At least the Wilsons aren't here yet." "That's secretary of commerce Wilson." "Bobby, dear, you look radiant." "Oh, how sweet of you to say so." "Yes, well, who's for a glass of champagne?" "I know damn well I am." "Congress is leaning on us, Loren." "The feeling on the hill is Detroit isn't getting the message." "Well, what you fellas in Washington got to be made to understand is that the public dictates the kind of cars we make." "Now, if congress starts legislating taste, that's the end of the free enterprise system, of the American way of life as we've always known it." "But you've been given a timetable, repeatedly, on emissions and on safety." "You're nowhere near on target." "We're not about to absorb the extra cost of legislated emission controls ourselves," "Mr. secretary." "That's going to be passed on straight to the public, cent for cent." "Very well put, Dan." "If that's what the congress thinks the public wants, let them enact." "And if you start legislating, we may have to halt production for a while." "Do you want to cope with that kind of unemployment?" "It seems the president has enough on his hands already." "Hmm, something's got to give." "The congress, Mr. Wilson, or the public?" "Because we're not giving one goddamn thing to that son of a bitch Nader." "Loren." "I'm sorry, Alicia." "Forgive me, ladies." "Excuse me, sir." "Why, lady Ayres, what a pleasant surprise." "Surprise, Mr. Perino?" "Then why did you make such a point of telling me exactly which flight you'd be on?" "Did I do that?" "Mmm." "Well, I'll be damned." "Thank you, sir." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Aren't you having any breakfast?" "No. 20 minutes, downstairs... man wants to sell me some tires." "Jelly, ma'am?" "That's known as jam where I come from." "Look, it's even written on it." ""Jam."" "Jam, ma'am." "You fool..." "Except you're not." "I'm the one who is." "Do you know that?" "I didn't know that." "There is no bigger fool in this world than a calculating woman who miscalculates." "You miscalculated?" "Mmm." "Over you." "You're far nicer than I thought you'd be." "Oh." "Nice isn't very much where I come from." "From where I've been, it's very rare." "Very rare, indeed." "How long will you be here?" "A few days." "You?" "As long as you want me." "You'll be here until Loren shows up." "Loren would marry me if I wanted him to." "Don't worry." "I won't spoil it for you." "I wish you would." "Bobby?" "In here." "I made a reservation at that restaurant in Sausalito." "What's all this?" "What does it look like?" "This is a suitcase." "These are my clo... sorry." "Loren called." "He's on his way up from Los Angeles." "He wants me to meet him at the airport and go to Hawaii with him." "All he has to do is, um..." "Snap his fingers." "Right?" "You're not very nice, after all." "I can make him happy." "I can, you know." "I know." "What about yourself?" "Oh, please, please don't ever worry about me, Angelo." "Will you..." "Drive me to the airport, or shall I order a taxi?" "I'll drive you to the airport." "It's the least I can do." "No." "It's the most you can do at this stage of your life." "With any luck, we'll meet up again in another..." "How's that new race car of mine?" "Very good, sir." "You getting all the help you need?" "Not really." "More red tape than the Pentagon, but we'll get there." "Did you decide about that regenerator?" "No." "John and I are going to run a test tomorrow." "We'll mount the engine in a pinto." "I just wanted to ask you and forgot to." "What office space did they give you?" "Number 7, executive wing." "Number 7, executive wing." "Well, that means they're taking you seriously." "Before you get back here," "I want you to do a little something for me." "[Whistling]" "[Ring]" "[Engine revving]" "[Turns engine off]" "Sounds good." "How is she coming?" "Pretty good." "Still a few problems to work out." "If anybody can work them out, you two can." "Zoom." "Slide it on out." "There we go." "Duncan, I picked up a tail." "But nobody knows you're out there." "Somebody does." "Let's check them out." "[Horns honk]" "I think he's definitely interested." "Hold on." "I have an idea." "Don't take any chances with that engine, damn it." "Come on in." "Ok, Turkey, follow me." "[Horns honk]" "[Siren]" "He's gone." "Dumb bastard ran a red light." "Ha ha ha." "Nothing under here." "Beats the hell out of me how they tracked you." "Say, John?" "Yeah." "Well, there you are." "That's how they did it." "Who?" "I don't know, but whoever put that there must like you." "Could just as easily have been a bomb." "P. A.:" "United airlines flight 23 from Honolulu now arriving at gate 10." "Good evening, Mr. Hardeman." "How was your trip?" "Fine, Edward." "Thank you." "Darling." "You're an angel to wait up for me." "Of course I'd wait up for you." "Anyway, you know how nervous I get when you fly." "How was it all?" "Oh, pretty hectic." "Poor dear." "You must be exhausted." "Let me fix you something." "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." "You don't have to give me presents always." "I don't always." "Loren, you shouldn't have." "Really." "This is too much." "Nonsense." "Dan, I hope I didn't get you up." "What is the latest?" "Simply fascinating." "Good." "We'll drive out together." "Oh, Hong Kong was terrific." "We'll be turning out around 150 dishwashers a day within 6 months." "Mmm." "Bye." "You always know how to please me." "If I don't by now..." "I'll just run through these quickly, if I may." "Of course." "Go on up if you want." "All right." "Don't be too long." "I won't." "Ok, thanks." "Angelo, can you read me?" "I read you." "Cool her off and bring her in." "They're here." "Good morning, John." "Uh, everything going all right?" "So far so good." "Loren:" "The car looks good, Angelo." "It's coming along." "I'd like to see the, uh, other one." "I understand it's been mounted in a pinto." "The other engine you've been working on for the Betsy... may I see it?" "Fascinating." "That's that fuel system you've been working on, uh, how many years is it?" "23." "23." "Very creditable, John." "What mileage?" "60." "In traffic?" "Not much less." "It would make one hell of a car." "Thank you, John." "Dan, when we get back, would you call a board meeting as soon as possible?" "Be sure you get in touch with my grandfather." "You're fired, Angelo." "You, too, John." "[Engine running]" "5 years ago," "Bethlehem motors was going bankrupt." "It was saved..." "By diversifying." "Diversifying." "Well, it was saved." "Go ahead and scoff, but..." "I saved the company." "And I'm saying it... it would be suicide to expand the automobile division with an experimental car." "It's no more of an experiment than the Model T was when it was on the drawing board." "The world's running out of gas and oil." "We got to build lighter, more efficient family cars." "Revolutionize and send these gas guzzlers to the Smithsonian." "And that's just what the Betsy's designed to do." "Hmm, it's an awful big risk, number one." "Ah, and a risk worth taking." "Not in my opinion." "Gentlemen..." "Alicia..." "Build the car before the government forces you." "Build the car before the competition does." "You'll have your profits, and the industry and the American people will be better off for it." "I will not gamble the future of this company on one car." "This company was built on one car!" "When, uh, Theodore Roosevelt was president." "Things are a tiny bit different now, grandfather." "They're not different." "Our business is still cars." "Untrue." "You want to know what business we are in, grandfather?" "Because it's time you took a look." "Appliances from Hong Kong, uh..." "Net worth 60 million." "Sporting goods from the Philippines... uh, profit of 3 million 6." "Uh, South Korea, men's wear... uh, soft." "Should profit under a million." "Mobile homes, land development." "We're building a resort in Mexico to take advantage of the devaluation." "That's our business." "8 times as much as when my father died." "12 times as much as when you retired and I took over." "And, uh, the automobile division is the only one showing a loss." "Which is why by the end of next year, we intend to eliminate it..." "Altogether." "Over my dead body." "Any way you want, grandfather." "[Doorbell rings]" "Bobby." "Come in." "You look great, stranger." "You need any help packing?" "Word gets around, doesn't it?" "Mm-hmm." "Is it true?" "Yeah." "They're meeting right now." "It's either my car or Loren's." "No." "He's asked me to marry him." "Oh?" "What about Alicia?" "He's working up to asking her for a divorce..." "Very gently." "Aren't you even a little bit jealous?" "Oh, the time for me to have been jealous, Bobby, was, um..." "In San Francisco." "Remember San Francisco?" "I've missed you, Angelo." "Well, we've both been busy." "I've really missed you." "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Well, if it's good ideas you want, yes." "You can get back at him for firing you." "You think I'm not very nice." "Hell, tom, you've been in this with me since the beginning." "I got my first loan from you people." "Trust me, tom." "How can I justify it?" "Well, we didn't lose, did we?" "With the odds against us, bigger odds than these, remember?" "I'm asking you, tom." "Take this chance with me." "Well..." "I was crazy then." "Why stop now?" "Uh, that's still only 5 out of 11, grandfather." "Uh, I'm sorry." "6." "[Telephone rings]" "[Ring]" "[Ring]" "You should answer it." "Hello." "Thank you." "I'm back on the payroll." "Terrific." "Tell me about it later." "Congratulations." "Thank you." "Thank you." "You're very kind." "Thank you for your support." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Tell me something, Loren." "It's silly, I know, but I'm curious." "Were you fucking Bobby Ayres while she was still our house guest, or did you wait until Hawaii?" "I want a divorce." "Contact your lawyer." "Let me know your plans." "My plans were made at the altar, and they haven't changed since." "[Door opens]" "[Door closes]" "Congratulations, grandfather Hardeman." "If you think I enjoyed that..." "I didn't." "That's a pity." "I certainly did." "[Chuckling]" "Would you like to hold him?" "Yes, sure." "Come here, Loren." "There you go." "Say hello to your grandfather, Loren." "[Telephone rings]" "[Ring]" "Hello?" "Sorry I'm so late, darling." "Don't tell me you're still at the office." "I am, indeed." "I've still got a lot of work to do and another meeting tomorrow." "Crack of dawn, so to speak." "I'll have something kept hot for you, and..." "When you get here, we'll all... no, no, no, don't do that." "I'll grab a sandwich here." "Quite honestly, darling, that does make more sense." "Plus, father's there to keep you company." "Just give little Loren a kiss good night for me." "See you tomorrow." "Bye-bye." "So?" "What'd she do?" "Oh, I see." "Heh heh heh." "She gave you a little bit of the old guilt twist there." "No." "She's not like that." "She's fine." "She'd never..." "Well, anyway, we have the evening." "You know, it really can't do you any harm if your dad thinks you're killing yourself working overtime." "You must be kidding, Joe." "He's never been impressed by things like that." "He expects it." "[Pouring drink]" "Anyway..." "As you say..." "We have the evening." "Does he, uh, stay in town often?" "Oh, lately, I'd say 2, maybe 3 nights a week." "A... a touch more?" "Please." "You're..." "Uh, by the way, very welcome to stay the night." "Oh." "Thank you." "It must get lonely in that big house now..." "Without Elizabeth." "It does." "Why don't you fix something for yourself?" "Oh, I'm not supposed to till after I've weaned the baby." "Ohh!" "Damn." "What?" "I missed his 10:00 feeding." "I won't be long." "Hello, baby." "Hello." "Oops." "Oops." "Ohh." "Here we go." "Ha." "May I come in?" "Of course." "My God." "That's beautiful." "[Door opens]" "I'm sorry." "I just had to be close." "Sure." "It's all right." "Sure, you do." "I understand you." "Do you?" "I think." "Loren." "Hmm?" "On my wedding night..." "When you were upstairs in your bedroom..." "I saw you with that woman." "I knew that." "I've wanted it to be like that ever since." "Just once." "Yes, of course." "He's right here." "Yes, junior?" "We need a decision on that refrigerator deal by this afternoon, or we lose out." "Why don't you decide for yourself one way or the other?" "You're president of the company now." "Sure." "And when I do that, you come back and say why the hell didn't I consult you?" "Yeah." "That's happened." "I'll admit that may indeed have happened on occasion, but it won't anymore." "I'm going away on that trip I told you about, to Europe." "Stay away maybe..." "A year." "Maybe 2." "I thought that wasn't supposed to happen for 6 months or so." "Changed my mind." "I'm leaving right away." "[Dance music playing]" "Angelo!" "Hello, Betsy." "Happy Birthday." "I was so afraid you weren't going to come." "Are you kidding?" "For your 21st birthday?" "I flew in especially from Washington." "I've been so proud of you." "Since I've been back, I hear your name all the time." "Your great-grandfather would like to see you." "Save me a dance?" "Glad you could make it." "How are things with the Betsy?" "Would it spoil your evening if I said great?" "It's time you got one thing straight," "I was against the project because I judged it bad for the company." "Now that we're committed," "I'm 100% for it succeeding." "If you don't believe that..." "You don't know a damn thing about me as president of Bethlehem motors." "It's time you did." "Hello, Angelo." "Excuse me." "Hello, Alicia." "You look lovely." "I look ghastly." "Which is perhaps understandable." "But I mustn't be morbid, not tonight." "Come and join the party." "I want to introduce you to some nice people." "Another Canadian." "Of course." "Look at him." "That son of a bitch thinks he's cock of the walk again." "But not without a certain justification, wouldn't you say?" "Jesus." "Lady Ayres, glad you could make it after all." "What the hell do you think you're doing?" "Darling, I came to wish my future stepdaughter a Happy Birthday." "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" "I'm having a tricky time with Alicia over this divorce question." "Just because she chooses to hang on to the pretense of a marriage," "I'm supposed to remain in some kind of..." "Permanent social limbo?" "Bobby, this is our daughter's birthday." "Alicia's daughter and mine." "Now, please go back to the penthouse." "Excuse me, Loren." "Well, now we're all here." "Don't look so miserable, daddy." "Just tough it out, as your favorite president says." "I love you, mother." "Thank you for that, darling." "I'm going to give him his divorce." "Is that all right with you?" "I just want you to be happy." "Well, I fucked it up good and proper now, as they say." "I doubt it, Bobby." "Loren prides himself on being very pragmatic, which means there'll probably be a loud knock on your door about 1:00 this morning." "Excuse me, lady Ayres, but great-grandfather is asking for Mr. Perino." "Which here, I suppose, is the equivalent of a royal command." "Excuse me." "Are you in the blue book by any chance?" "Well, as a matter of fact, I am." "Ooh, let's dance." "Oh." "Thank you for coming to the rescue." "Hey, what's this?" "[Crying]" "I'm sorry." "This party is such a farce." "Why do they have to put me through all this?" "What are they trying to prove?" "Maybe they just didn't want to cheat you out of anything." "[Sighs] Well, they could've asked me first." "That's the trouble with parents." "Always ask when they shouldn't, never ask when they should." "For once, I'll be glad to get back to school." "I'll miss you, though." "It was a wonderful summer." "What took you so long?" "You're very young." "And the boss' daughter?" "That, too." "Kiss me again." "I knew it would be like this..." "From the first moment I saw you..." "With that nurse." "You're a beautiful child." "No, Mr. Perino." "A beautiful woman." "It's my 21st birthday, remember?" "And, so..." "I want you all to know that upon my death, one half of all my shares in Bethlehem motors will be put into trust for the Hardeman foundation." "The other half, representing 40% of the voting stock in the company..." "I'm turning over to my great-granddaughter" "Elizabeth Hardeman..." "Whose 21st birthday this is." "Where is she?" "Now I want to drink a toast..." "To Hardeman manor and to Betsy..." "Whose birthday will be the last party ever to be held here." "When Elizabeth and I built this house..." "We had a dream that it would one day be filled with the sounds of a happy family." "Well..." "It didn't work out like that." "Tomorrow..." "Hardeman manor will be closed." "State of Michigan will take it over and do with it what it will." "To..." "Hardeman manor." "To days gone by." "To my..." "Beloved wife." "To my..." "Unhappy son." "Hold it a minute." "Hey, Eddie." "Mr. Hardeman, welcome home." "Looks like one hell of a welcome." "What goes on here?" "You'll have to ask Mr. Hardeman Jr." "Or Mr. Warren." "Drive on." "[Shouting]" "Labor relations are Joe Warren's responsibility, father." "I'm not about to let you talk me into overruling him." "Guess I didn't make myself understood, junior." "Offer the men the 25-cent-an-hour increase plus a 38-cent raise for overtime after 5:15..." "Or I'm accepting your resignation right now and here." "I'm not giving it." "On the subject of wage increases, did it escape your attention in the South of France that we're in a depression?" "Junior..." "You're fired." "You can't fire me." "No?" "Call a board meeting." "We'll see who runs Bethlehem motors." "Fine." "Let's have a trial of strength, but it will be me who they support, not you." "Do you know why the union's taking us on?" "Because we're the weakest link in the chain." "Ford, gm, Chrysler, they're all counting on me to hold the line." "I've given them my word." "I won't be the one responsible for letting the rest of this industry down." "Letting the rest of the industry down?" "Why, you punk!" "Did Henry Ford give a shit about the rest of the industry when he offered his workers $5.00 a day?" "The hell he did." "But, of course, junior's different." "Ford's nothing compared to him." "He's the strong man of the automobile world." "Is that what you think they're saying about you?" "They're not saying a thing about you." "They're laughing too hard." "'Cause while you close production to save their ass, they're churning out cars at the rate of 5,000 a day." "They know who you really are, junior, almost as well as I do, though not quite." "Son, I hate to say this, but in your heart you know it anyway." "You're not within 20 years of running a company bigger than a bicycle shop, let alone a great company like mine." "Now, I..." "You really have had plenty of time, and I..." "I've tried you fair." "I come back, and I find you hollow, and it's a big, big disappointment to me, son!" "I tell you that!" "[Sniff]" "Oh, that's right." "That's a great idea." "Yes, sir?" "Send Joe Warren in here, and tell him to bring his handkerchief." "Damn you." "Uhh..." "Warren, you're fired." "Maybe." "I gather junior's in the doghouse, too." "It's a pity, because I don't think you really appreciate your son as much as you should." "At least he's smart enough to let me run the business." "You see, I'm responsible for this company diversifying." "Would you like to see the latest figures?" "I'd like to see your back." "Oh." "I am sorry to hear that." "Maybe you'd prefer to see some rather pretty photographs I have of junior." "Well, I mean..." "They're not..." "Very pretty..." "Really." "Whatever my son is or has become..." "I bear much responsibility for..." "Mr. Warren." "I bear it in private, as he bears what he is in private, and as I suppose you have the sense to do also." "The chief of police here happens to be an old friend of mine." "So, as a matter of fact, is the Attorney General of the United States." "You show one photograph of my son to a living soul, and I'll have you locked up for blackmail for 18 years." "Get out, Warren!" "You're fired!" "I'm going to ask him for a divorce." "He, uh..." "He never knew about..." "Us?" "If so, he never said anything, not even tonight when I left him..." "Though he certainly hates you." "Oh." "That comes from way back." "So, you and the boy..." "Are welcome to stay with me." "Well, I can't stay with him anymore." "Why should you?" "Compete with Warren?" "Why?" "Maybe Warren will leave him alone now you've fired him." "Anyway, it's not only that." "I want to be near you." "God knows I've missed you." "[Honk honk]" "What seems to be the trouble, George?" "I don't know, sir." "Down!" "Let's go!" "[Dog barking]" "You all right?" "Yes." "Are you hurt?" "The kid all right?" "Mommy, what happened?" "That's a bit of glass." "George." "Geo..." "My God." "Loren, believe me, I'm just as shocked as you are." "Deeply, deeply shocked." "Goddamn right you're shocked." "Shocked it didn't come off." "What are you talking about?" "Kill Sally and your boy?" "Not Sally and the boy, no, but father, yes." "You'd do that." "So would a lot of other people." "But you want to get rid of your father so badly, you're trying to blame the attempt on me." "Never." "I could never murder anybody, even after all he's done." "I could never murder." "Curious, isn't it, a woman of Sally's means..." "Moving in with her father-in-law?" "Might there possibly be a little incestuous something going on there?" "Loren." "Do you think, between Sally and him?" "[Sighs]" "[Thunder]" "Daddy." "Shh." "Loren, it's all right." "I just came to say good night." "Go back to sleep now." "Daddy loves you..." "Very much." "Daddy." "[Thunder]" "Daddy." "Daddy!" "[Gunshot]" "Any idea what's behind it?" "What's it called?" "Auto news  motorists report?" "Well, get me a copy." "Duncan's here." "He's got a copy." "Thank you." "I appreciate your interest." "Good-bye." "Look... a five-page piece on the Betsy, facts and figures that even I don't have, and everything accurate except for one thing." "They say the turbine could blow up at high speeds." "What crap." "That was Bancroft in the sales department." "He says quite a few of the dealers are running scared." "He said he's had cancellations." "Who puts this thing out?" "A guy named mark Sampson, a poor man's Nader, and I mean poor." "Why would he want to keep the Betsy off the market?" "[Knock knock knock]" "[Footsteps]" "Looking for something?" "Are you mark Sampson?" "That's right." "I'm Angelo Perino." "Why, Angelo Perino." "Of course." "I've been reading about you." "I've been a fan of yours for a long time." "What can I do for you?" "Turn off the bullshit before we drown in it." "Sure." "Anything you say." "Hey, you mind if we talk outside?" "I was just locking up." "Too bad about that new car of yours." "But I call them as I see them." "Then you know there's nothing dangerous about that engine." "Come on." "Who hired you?" "No." "I run an independent outfit." "No contributions accepted, no advertising allowed." "Ok, I know the game." "Company doesn't kick in, you're going to smear them in your rag." "How much you want?" "Is this conversation being recorded?" "Yeah." "Tape recorder's up my ass." "Take a tip from me..." "you're in over your head." "All I can offer you is a good deal on a slightly used car or maybe a word of advice... stick to racing." "No, you're right." "Sampson's not important." "It's whoever's behind him." "Got any idea who?" "Loren." "The next time you talk to him, Evangeline, you can tell him I said so." "I never heard such wicked rubbish, and at your time of life." "You trying to tell me that your grandson wants to wreck his own company?" "It's Loren." "Ouch!" "Watch what you're doing, will you?" "Hold still, then." "Keep your evil tongue from wagging so hard." "He has no wish to see BMC go down the tubes." "All he wishes is to destroy the Betsy." "Only one thing we can do... discredit him." "Tie him to Sampson?" "They'll all turn on him then... the board, the stockholders, the entire Hardeman family." "All of a sudden," "I have a nasty taste in my mouth." "You got no stomach for the job, boy, just say so." "I'll get somebody else to finish it." "What are you rubbing him down with..." "Sulfuric acid?" "The radio predicts snow." "I'll take Bobby to the Nassau for the week." "The man who builds the car runs the company, and that will be Perino, unless we go bust, in which case, the man in the president's office is responsible, and that will be you." "When a company goes in the red or even goes bust, there are those who look to see who's been in charge of finance." "I don't, but there are those simple-minded enough, like bankers and such, who do just that." "P. A.:" "United airlines flight 12 from Miami now arriving at gate 7." "For God..." "Who'd want to do that?" "Is he hurt bad?" "Yeah, he's been beat up pretty bad." "Any idea who did it?" "We're not sure." "They're taking him to the hospital now." "What hospital?" "Westside County." "Sorry to bother you." "Oh, no." "Thanks, John." "I'm glad you did." "Good night, Mr. Hardeman." "As far away as possible." "Europe somewhere." "Maybe England." "I love you, Loren, even if I have to be damned for it." "I always will." "You should say good-bye to your grandfather." "No." "I found out who was trying to kill you and Sally and the kid." "Joe Warren." "I figure you knew that anyhow." "I had to be sure." "Let's say you owe me one." "But couldn't we at least meet at your convenience?" "I feel I deserve better than that, Mr. Wilson." "[Bump]" "[Tinkling]" "Uhh!" "[Muffled shouting]" "No!" "No!" "don't!" "don't!" "Don't!" "don't!" "don't!" "don't!" "don't!" "don't!" "Aah!" "[Thump]" "I'm sorry, Angelo." "Just, it's one time my hands are tied." "I didn't come to ask for help." "I came for one last drink with an old friend." "If I find out who's behind this..." "They've been trying to get rid of Angelo Perino for a long time." "Could have been worse than getting deported..." "If you know what I mean." "Alcatraz or Sicily." "I'll take Sicily." "But you love this country." "Hell, I never should have let you get involved." "For you I'd do it again." "He was a no-good bastard, anyhow." "Is there anything I can do?" "You need money?" "What about your liquor business?" "I can leave all that with Jake." "He's a good lawyer and a true friend." "It's my family." "Do you remember my son?" "Sure." "How's he doing?" "Uh, he's a good doctor." "He's got a little one now... a baby girl, my first grandchild." "Another's on the way." "Ha ha ha." "Good." "A big family's important." "If he's a boy, they can name him after you." "Sure." "Why not?" "There will still be an Angelo Perino in this country, and not a thing they can do about it." "To England?" "How come?" "You're in the lead, the last lap." "I wasn't cut out to be Mrs. Loren Hardeman III." "A bit late in the day to decide that." "After all, she's divorcing him." "If it weren't me," "Loren would have found someone else." "[Sighs]" "Can you imagine me in Detroit society life, presiding over charity balls, judging beauty competitions, hmm?" "I'm not that self-destructive." "I'm a survivor, Angelo." "Like you." "So good-bye..." "And good luck." "Good luck with Betsy." "The Betsy." "Of course, I meant the car." "I could be persuaded to stay, however, if, uh..." "No." "You wound me, sir." "Why not?" "Have you found someone you prefer?" "Bobby, do you remember the time I told you" "I would never spoil it for you?" "Mmm." "You wouldn't spoil it for me, would you?" "It is her you're after." "Dearest Betsy and her shares." "You're after the whole bloody lot." "Her..." "The car..." "You want the whole fucking empire." "Watch where you're going." "Donald!" "Number one." "This is an honor, sir." "The least I can do, my boy." "Do you know lady Roberta Ayres?" "I just came to say good-bye to him." "I'm off to England." "I've heard your name, of course." "But you should see some of the country before you go back." "Ever been to Florida, for example?" "Never, I'm ashamed to say." "Oh, now, you must." "Now, I'm going down there tonight." "I've got my own plane." "Why don't you come along, stay at my house for the weekend?" "That's very sweet of you, Mr. Hardeman." "But I can feel it in my bones." "It is very, very definitely time" "I was going home." "Good-bye, Mr. Hardeman." "Oh, well..." "If you change your mind," "I'll be at the Pontchartrain hotel till this evening." "Pity." "However, Angelo..." "If I got to bring you bad news here, at least I can bring it myself." "Angelo, I don't want anybody else to get hurt." "I'm giving up the Betsy." "You're what?" "I've seen people broken before, and it's not going to happen again." "The next funeral I want to attend is my own." "We could fight this magazine." "This man Sampson could be gotten out of the way with no trouble." "We'll mount a nationwide campaign of our own." "We'll go to Nader, we'll go to consumer reports..." "We'll show the car on television to the world!" "We can do it!" "I can do it!" "When the board meets next week," "I'm voting to drop the Betsy." "Young man, if you think you can fight me on this issue on the board of Bethlehem motors..." "Uncle Jake!" "Good to see you." "Let me look at you." "I don't see you for a while, look what happens." "How long ago is it?" "Carlo's wedding 10 years ago." "On the phone you said serious." "I learned a long time ago you don't talk serious when you're old." "If this thing comes off, you'll be a powerful guy in Detroit." "My contacts have a way of expecting favors in return." "Think you can handle that?" "Damn right I can if it'll put the Betsy on the road." "Sampson's no problem with money on a scale like that." "My contacts have money, but... there's a stockholders meeting in a week." "I need it by then." "You know what you're asking?" "My grandfather said if it's serious, call on Jake." "I'm calling." "And if I choose not to hear?" "I'll still get what I need." "This was meant to be a warning." "Next time they won't be so gentle." "Will you do this for me, Uncle Jake?" "Divorce becomes you, Alicia, I must say." "Thank you." "You wanted to know about the settlement?" "Yes." "All right." "I was awarded 4% of the voting shares." "Loren retains 5%." "Now, the other 1% of his father's shares went to a man named Joe Warren..." "Some time ago." "Joe Warren's heirs always vote with number one." "Why do you want to know all this?" "Are you taking a summer job with internal revenue?" "It must sound like that, I know, but actually, I'm after your votes." "How would you like everybody in America driving a Betsy?" "I'd buy one tomorrow if it were on the market." "It'll take your votes." "Poor Loren." "Doesn't know a good thing when he has it." "Mother phoned last night." "She said you'd been to see her." "You want my proxy?" "Yes." "You expect one Hardeman to betray another?" "I don't know what to expect, Betsy." "The car's worth fighting for." "I expect you'll want to see it on the road." "Angelo, I'm not worried about the Betsy." "I'm worried about you." "Do you remember that highly contagious disease" "I told you about?" "Yeah." "Now you seem to have the symptoms." "Such as?" "Ruthlessness..." "An obsession with winning." "Winning is not something I caught." "I always had it." "I'm a carrier." "Ok." "Here they are, the keys to the kingdom." "It's all made out to you." "Angelo..." "I love my great-grandfather very much, and, in a strange way, I love my father, too." "But neither is my kind of man." "Promise me you'll never become like them." "And next time you come, make sure it's for me." "[Explosion]" "[Explosion]" "Perino's behind this." "I'm sure of it." "[Sighs]" "What do you expect?" "I shouldn't have gotten involved with a guy like Sampson." "We ought to have a confidential chat with the D. A." "Perino's dangerous." "No telling what he might try next." "That could be dangerous." "Good morning, Angelo." "Glad to see you on your feet again." "Let's dispense with the bull." "There's a stockholders' meeting in less than an hour." "I'd like this settled first." "Leave us alone." "Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here, ordering people around?" "I said leave us." "Go on, Dan." "I'll be in my office if you need me." "Exactly, uh, uh, what do you want?" "Your resignation." "Well, you're quite funny." "Try laughing at that." "What makes you think I'll stand for blackmail?" "Feeling that you don't want to go to jail." "I did what I thought good for the company." "You did what you thought would hurt your grandfather the most... trying to wreck this company." "I've been trying to reach you all week." "Where were you?" "Trying to save your car." "That's over." "You gave me a job." "If I give an order, you obey it." "Look at this." "May I?" "You might want to change your order." "Turns out your hunch was right, sir." "Loren hired mark Sampson to smear the Betsy." "Why?" "For God's sake, why?" "In my judgment, the Betsy was an unsound investment for this company." "Crap." "You know damn well it was a winner." "So why hire Sampson to kill it, huh?" "I want to know!" "All right." "I will tell you why." "Because it was a way of stopping you, grandfather." "You hate me that much?" "All those years you stayed away, clipping your coupons in Florida, minding your business," "I could..." "I could tolerate you, just barely." "But once you decided to get back in and take over and run me like you did my father and destroy me like you murdered him," "I said no, damn it." "I'll give him a taste of what he gave his own son... humiliation, despair, defeat." "So finally the poor bastard shot himself." "You blame me for that?" "Stick around, Angelo." "He's not the lovable old philanthropist that he's depicted, you know." "He's earned the name, number one." "That's all he's ever thought of himself." "His cars, his women..." "And you see..." "One of them was my mother." "Jesus." "And he asks why I would want to stop him, why the hell I hate him." "Loren..." "My father killing himself while they were..." "What?" "Yes." "I saw you." "I knew." "Loren, you mustn't blame your mother." "There were things about your father..." "You never knew." "Believe me, she was a good woman." "I hope you rot in hell!" "You don't need have any worries on that score." "You can leave now, Angelo." "The odd thing is, Loren, I'm on your side." "I came here to vote against building the Betsy." "Excuse me, sir." "I think under the circumstances..." "Loren will vote with me, since I'm sure he doesn't want to go to jail." "Back off now, will you?" "You've done a great job." "Go now with my thanks." "No, sir." "Not while I control the company." "You control nothing." "Get the hell out of it!" "Have you forgotten that you gave 40% of the voting stock to Betsy?" "Her stock votes my way." "No, sir." "This is her proxy." "40%, made out to me." "And this is Alicia's." "Jesus." "This is a notarized statement of intent to exercise my option on 2% of the voting stock." "I so exercise herewith under the terms of my employment contract." "Here is a cashier's check for 1/4 the value, the balance payable in 30 days, as also specified in the contract, which gives me control, sir, of 51%." "Let me see that." "Give it here." "How'd you lay your hands on this kind of money?" "Where'd it come from?" "Never mind where it came from." "It's going into the Betsy." "I run the corporation from here on in." "The board will never stand for it." "I'll fire the board if I have to." "It's in the charter." "You wouldn't dare." "It's no use, grandfather." "He's in the catbird seat where you put him." "[Intercom buzzes]" "Beautiful." "Beautiful." "Yes." "Sorry to interrupt, sir." "The board members are in there." "Thank you." "I'll tell you this, Angelo." "You have the makings of a good Hardeman." "God help you." "I'll announce my resignation at the meeting, then nominate you to take my place as president." "That'll be fine." "Wait here." "I'll call you in after the votes have been taken." "I want you to stay on, by the way." "I know cars, but that's only a small part of our business." "The rest is yours." "In what capacity?" "Chairman of the board." "I figure there ought to be at least one Hardeman in the company." "What about number one?" "That's always been his job." "I think he'll go quietly now." "[Sighs]" "[Turns on intercom]" "Yes, sir." "This is Mr. Perino." "Get Betsy Hardeman on the telephone." "Tell her she has a dinner date Saturday night with the president of Bethlehem motors." "Yes, sir." "Then put her through to me." "Are you troubled about something, Angelo?" "Ha ha ha." "I just figured out where you got your option money from... your Uncle Jake." "Is that what's troubling you, my boy?" "You misread me." "I'm not at all troubled." "You can do better than that, Angelo." "Never shit a shitter." "Come on." "But don't you worry." "They can be handled." "Really?" "Yeah." "Years ago, when you were just on the way," "I had to take care of it." "I was mighty fond of him, too." "Him?" "You haven't put it together yet, have you?" "Your grandfather." "Like you, I owed him too much..." "You know." "What the hell." "I bet a buck he was happier in Sicily." "Anyway, he got to die in a nice bed." "So don't you worry, son." "You got me behind you." "What do I do when you're gone?" "Oh." "Oh, yeah." "[Chuckling]" "Well..." "Better learn fast." "Ha ha ha ha!" "Dynamite."