All language subtitles for Betsy (Rarelust)

- [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 of course.

That means he'll probably
lose at least three,

maybe four 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

been in the winner's circle,

but he is the favourite
here this afternoon,

and 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 at driving.

He's gotten past slower traffic,

and here he is, closing in on the leaders.

Unofficially, we have
Perino in fourth place,

seven seconds behind A.J. Foyt.

He's closer now.

Perino has nearly caught
up to Unser and Johncock.

- He'll catch up.

- [Announcer] 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, 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 at least
back to fourth place.

And now 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.

Oh my God.

The car is coming apart,

cartwheeling into the infield.

The yellow flag is out.

The cars are slowing everywhere.

There go the emergency crews in action.

I don't see any sign of fire,

but I can't see Perino, either.

The ambulance is there now.

- Here, take this before
you have another stroke.

not now

Damn it, Betsy, get on the phone!

Find out where they're taking him.

I wanna know how bad he's hurt.

- [Betsy] May I give
you a lift, Mr. Perino?

- Who the hell are you?

- [Betsy] 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.

- [Betsy] He doesn't trust telephones.

- Tell him to buy out AT&T.

- 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.

- [Angelo] How's the old man doing,

still running the world
from his wheelchair?

- [Betsy]
He's still trying to.

- [Angelo] Are you on his payroll?

- [Betsy] No,

Just summer vacations.

- [Angelo] Oh, you're, um, a sophomore.

And you're majoring in, um-

- [Betsy] I am majoring in something

that will be of the least possible use

in three years' time, early civilization.

- [Angelo] A-ha.

- By all rights, you
should be dead.

Probably thinking the same about me.

- Well, I wouldn't say time is exactly

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 the only thing I've ever done.

It's the only thing
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 two 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.

Why don't you sell the house
and a couple of the planes.

- You 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.

Oh, well, 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?

- [Betsy] Are you going
to build his car for him?

- [Angelo] I don't know.

He said I could sleep on it.

That's what I'm gonna do.

- [Angelo] But 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.

- [Angelo] I thought you liked him.

- Oh 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.

- That's his
prerogative, you know.

Your father can't run a
business to lose any money.

- Spoken like a Hardeman.

You know, you better 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'|| be our smoke screen.

There'|| 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?

- [Angelo] Yes, sir, I do.

- Big.

Five, six million.

Can you get access to that kind of money?

- No, sir.

- He's got a
lot of nerve.

Okay, you'll get it.

Uh, your option up to 2% at present value.

Okay, now build that car!

Know what we're going to call it?

The Betsy.

A whole new car from bottom up

and bumper to bumper.

Whee!

Damn!

It's going to be like the
old days again.

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...

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?
- Oh, I'm afraid

he's still sleeping the sleep
of the just, as they say.

After all 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 clay?

- What's your name?

- Roxanne.

- Roxanne.

- He's incorrigible.

- Why don't I go wake him up?

- Please do.

Try putting a little shame into him too.

Just tell him Walter
Chrysler's been looking for him

for half an hour.

- Daddy Hardeman?

Daddy Hardeman?

Da...

- 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 clay.

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 clear.

Shall we join our guests?

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,

Than a new, new car, huh?

Follow me now, please, outside, huh?

Come on, now.

' [Man] 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!

Don't drive it away, though.

Oh, and that is not all!

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.,

Which, if my accountants don't deceive me,

and they better not,

Is worth a sum between

25 and $27 million.

Angelo.

Angelo.

Palsy-walsy.

Hey, have you seen my son,

and his bride 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?

H, 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.

- [Loren III] How the hell'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.

- Yeah, well, 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 finally 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.

- Dan, 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, Mr. Perino,

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.

- Anyway, the project's
been approved by the board.

You're to build us a race car.

I assume at some point you'll let us know

what kind of car you plan to build.

- A winner.

- I like the sound of that.

Welcome to the team.

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.

- [Reporter] The .45-calibre 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,

and wrestled her to the ground

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.

- Oh, 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.

- [Edward] 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?

- [Angelo] 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.

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 favour,

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.

- Oh, I'd say we've gone a
stage beyond that, maybe two.

- 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.

- [Loren III] It's her work.

— I like it.

- And she did our house
in London last year,

a whole house.

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, clear, 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.

- [Wilson] 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.

- [Wilson] 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.

I'll tell you that.

- 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.

- Aren't you having any breakfast?

- No.

20 minutes, downstairs,

man wants to sell me some tyres.

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.

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?

- [Angelo] Very good, sir.

- Mm-hmm.

You getting all the help you need?

- Not really.

More red tape than the Pentagon,

but we'll get there.

- [Loren] Did you decide
about that regenerator?

' [Angelo] No.

John and I are going
to run a test tomorrow.

We'll mount the engine in a pinto.

- Ah, now listen, I just wanted
to ask you and forgot to.

Did you get, what office
space did they give you?

- [Angelo] Number seven, executive wing.

- Number seven, executive wing.

Well, that means they're taking
you seriously.

Now listen, before you get back here,

I want you to do a
little something for me.

- 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.

- [Angelo] Duncan, I picked up a tail.

- But nobody knows you're out there.

- Somebody does.

Let's check them out.

I think he's definitely interested.

Hold on.

I have an idea.

- [Duncan] Don't take any chances

with that engine, damn it.

Come on in.

- Okay, Turkey, follow me.

He's gone.

Dumb bastard ran a red light.

- 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.

- [Angelo] Who?

- I don't know,

but whoever put that there must like you.

Could just as easily have been a bomb.

- [PA] United airlines
flight 23 from Honolulu

now arriving at gate 10.

- [Edward] Good evening, Mr. Hardeman.

How was your trip?

- [Loren] 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 clear.

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 clay

within six months.

Mmm.

Bye.

- [Alicia] 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.

- [Loren III] Go on up if you want.

- All right.

Don't be too long.

- I won't.

- Okay, thanks.

Angelo, can you read me?

- [Angelo] 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 III] 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?

- Right, Loren.

- Be sure you get in
touch with my grandfather.

- Of course.

- You're fired, Angelo.

You, too, John.

Five 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.

- [Loren] 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 three million six.

Uh, South Korea, menswear,

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.

Eight times as much as when my father died

and 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.

- 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.

- Six.

- 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 have the decency
to wait until Hawaii?

- Alicia, I want a divorce.

Get in touch with your lawyer.

Let me know your plans.

- My plans were made at the altar, Loren,

and they haven't changed since.

Congratulations, grandfather Hardeman.

- If you think I enjoyed that,

I didn't.

- That's a pity.

I certainly did.

- Would you like to hold him?

- Yes, sure.

Come here, Loren.

- There you go.

Say hello to your grandfather, Loren.

Hello?
- Sorry I'm so late, darling.

- Don't tell me you're
still at the office.

- I am, indeed.

The thing is I've still
got a hell of a lot of work

to get through tonight and
another meeting tomorrow.

Crack of dawn, so to speak.

- Then I'll have something
kept hot for you in the oven

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, you have father
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.

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 clad thinks

you're killing yourself working overtime.

- You must be kidding, Joe.

He's never been impressed
by things like that.

He expects it.

Anyway.

as you say, We have the evening.

- Does he, uh, stay in town often?

- Oh, lately, I'd say two,

maybe three nights a week.

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.

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?

- [Sally] Of course.

- My God.

That's beautiful.

- 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?

- Gotta have a decision on
that refrigerator deal, Father,

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 go ahead and do just that,

you come right back at me and say

why the hell didn't I consult
you in the first place?

- 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 two.

- I thought that wasn't supposed to happen

for six months or so,

at the earliest.

- Changed my mind.

I'm leaving right away.

- Angelo!
- Hello, Betsy.

Happy Birthday.

- Oh thank you.

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.

- Betsy, your great-grandfather
would like to see you.

- Thank you, daddy.

Save me a dance?

- Angelo, glad you could make it.

How are things going with the Betsy?

- Would it spoil your
evening if I said great?

It's time you got one thing
absolutely straight, Angelo,

I was against the project

because I judged it bad for the company.

Now that we're committed,

I'm 100% for it succeeding.

And if you don't believe that,

you don't know a damn thing about me

as president of Bethlehem Motors.

And I feel 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.

- You mean to tell me 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 favourite 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'|| 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?

- 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.

- 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?

- Well, you might have
to ask Mr. Hardeman Jr.

Or Mr. Warren.

- Drive on.

- Labour relations are Joe
Warren's responsibility, father,

and 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.

And on the subject of wage increases,

did it escape your attention
in the South of France

that we happen to be in
the middle of a depression?

- Junior, you're fired.

- You can't fire me.

- No?

Call a board meeting.

We'll see who runs Bethlehem Motors.

- All right. 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

and I've given them my word.

And I will not 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 a clay?

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, Junior.

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!

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.

- Warren, you're fired.

- Maybe.

I gather Junior's in the doghouse, too.

It's a pity, Number One,
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.

- What seems to be the trouble, George?

- I don't know, sir.

- [Loren] Down!

- [Man] Let's go!

- You all right?

- Yes.

Are you hurt?

- The kid all right?

- [Loren III] 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?

Are you crazy?

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 just possibly be

a little incestuous
something going on there?

Loren.

Do you think, between Sally and him?

- 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.

Daddy.

Daddy!

- Any idea what's behind it?

What's it called?

Auto News & Motorists Report?

Well, get me a copy.

Nevermind.

Duncan's here.

He's got a copy.

Thank you, Jim.

I appreciate your interest.

Good-bye.

- Look at this rag, 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 is dangerous,

could blow up at high speeds.

What crap.

- Well, 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?

- 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, Mr. Perino?

- Turn off the bullshit
before we both 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 as well as I do

that there's nothing
dangerous about that engine.

Come on, Sampson.

Who hired you?

- No.

I run an independent outfit.

No contributions accepted,

no advertising allowed.

- All right, I know the game.

Company doesn't kick in,

you're going to smear
them in your rag of yours.

Okay, we're gonna kick in.

How much you want?

- Is this conversation being recorded?

- Yeah, tape recorder's up my ass.

- Look, take a tip from me, Angelo,

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 rubbish in my life,

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 out what you're doing, will you?

- Hold still, then.

Keep your evil tongue of
yours from wagging so hard.

- He has no wish to see
BMC go down the tubes.

All he wishes is to destroy the Betsy.

Prevent that happening,

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 think I'll take Bobby to
the Nassau for the week.

- Just remember something, Loren.

In this town, 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.

- Dan, when a company goes in the red

or let's say even goes bust,

there are those who look

to see who's been in charge of finance.

Now I don't, but there are
those simple-minded enough,

like bankers and such, who do just that.

- [PA] United airlines
flight 12 from Miami

now arriving at gate 7.

- For God...

Who'd want to do that?

Is he hurt bad?

- [Man] Yeah, he's been
beat up pretty bad.

- Any idea who did it?

- [John] We're not sure.

They're taking him to the hospital now.

- What hospital?

- [John] Westside County.

Sorry to bother you.

H, no.

Thanks, John.

I'm glad you did.

- [John] 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, darling.

- 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.

No!

No, don't, don't, don't,
don't, don't!

- [Loren] I'm sorry, Angelo.

Just, it's one time my hands are tied.

- Loren, I didn't come
here to ask for help.

I came for one last
drink with an old friend.

- If I find out who's behind this, I hope-

- 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.

And another's on the way.

- 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 just wasn't cut out to
be Mrs. Loren Hardeman III.

- A bit late in the clay
to be deciding that, no?

After all, she's divorcing him.

- If it weren't me,

Loren would have found someone else.

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 honour, 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 to the hospital,

the least I can do is 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 the guys in Consumer Reports.

We'll show the car
performing on television

to the entire world!

We can do it!

It can be clone.

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?

- Carlos 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're gonna be a powerful guy in Detroit.

My contacts have a way

of expecting favours in return.

Think you can handle that?

- [Angelo] Damn right I can handle it

if it'll put the Betsy on the road.

- Well, this Sampson guy's no problem

with money on a scale like that.

My contacts have money, of course, but-

- There's a stockholders
meeting coming up 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, Angelo.

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?

What, 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's gonna take your votes to put it there.

- Poor Loren.

Doesn't know a good thing when he has it.

- [Betsy] Mother phoned me 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.

I know the car's worth fighting for

and 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.

Okay.

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.

- Perino's behind this.

I'm sure of it.

- What do you expect?

I shouldn't have gotten involved

with a guy like Sampson.

- Well I think we ought to
have a confidential chat

with the DA.

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, Loren.

There's a stockholders' meeting

in less than an hour.

I'd like to settle this before then.

Leave us alone.

- Who the hell do you
think you are, Perino,

come 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.

- [Loren III] What makes you
think I'll stand for blackmail?

- Feeling that you don't
want to go to jail.

- I was only doing what I
thought good for the company.

- You were doing what you thought

would hurt your grandfather the most,

you were trying to wreck this company.

- I've been trying to reach you all week.

Where the hell have you been?

- Trying to save your car.

- I told you that was all over.

- You gave me a job to do.

I'm here to finish it.

- Angelo, if I give an
order, you damn well obey it.

- You better take a 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 judgement ,

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, please, Angelo?

You've clone a great job.

Go now with my thanks.

Let's go.

- 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 one fourth 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, Angelo?

Where'd it come from?

- Never mind where it came from.

I'll tell you where 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
right where you put him.

- Beautiful.

Beautiful.

- Yes.
- Sorry to interrupt, sir.

The board members are all 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

and then nominate you to
take my place as president.

- That'|| be fine.

- If you'll wait here,

I'll call you in

after the votes have been taken.

- Thank you.

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.

- Yes, sir.
- This is Mr. Perino.

I want you to get Betsy Hardeman
on the telephone for me.

Tell her she has a dinner
date Saturday night

with the president of Bethlehem Motors.

- [Secretary] Yes, sir.

- Then put her through to me.

- Are you troubled
about something, Angelo?

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, Number One.

I'm not at all troubled.

- You can do better than that, Angelo.

Never shit a shittier.

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.

Well, better learn fast.

Dynamite.