Wild Orchid

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How many other firms are you|interviewing with in New York?

Six, including yours.

So I take it you're not opposed|to relocating here?

That's what I plan to do.

I've never been here before,|but I like it already.

Your first visit?

I've never really been|out of the Midwest.

After graduating from law school|and passing the bar...

I worked at a small firm|in Chicago for eighteen months.

But you already know that.

With all these languages?|Spanish, French, Italian?

Portuguese|and rudimentary Chinese.

I've been too busy|preparing to travel...

to actually go anywhere.

Now here I am.

Tell me, why did you|choose international law...

rather than criminal law,|for example?

I've always been fascinated...

by other cultures,|their customs, rituals.

I believe|it's even more satisfying...

more exciting,|to be able to negotiate...

differences into consensus|when dealing with...

people of vastly different|cultural points of view.

Ms. Reed, if you're chosen|for this position...

what would you say if|you were expected to leave...

for Rio de Janeiro|in the morning?

Elliot,|don't be such a tight ass.

I'm not talking|brain surgery here...

I'm not talking|starving people in Africa.

I'm talking a few million|dollars, one way or the other.

Your bank has you|by the balls, sweetheart.

You personally signed the loan.

You're next interest payment|is due in four days.

You've depleted|your other assets.

You have nothing left|to liquidate.

How do I know?

Honey, that is|privileged information.

Let's just say|that a mutual friend of ours...

talks in his sleep.|One second.

Claudia Liones.

Emily Reed.

Do sit down.

Have you had your breakfast?

Shirley, give her|a corned beef sandwich.

You better eat it now.

You're not going to get|anything like this in Rio.

Elliot, I know all about|the subcontractor f***ing up.

It's a good thing I'm coming|down there to bail you out.

I'll see you at the construction|site on Monday. Bye.

Welcome.

Thank you.

So, it's all there.

Everything you need to know|about the deal.

We're bailing out|an under-capitalized...

dying company...

a resort hotel complex that's|about to go into construction.

I'm coming in with a consortium|of Chinese investors...

and hopefully,|we'll be in and out...

before the word hits the street.

I think we should go.

I hope you brought|some summer clothes.

It's hot as hell|where we're going.

You sweat a lot, run a lot.

You may not even sleep|until the whole thing's over.

It all happened so fast.

I didn't have time|to go shopping.

If I'd had gotten your job...

I would have been in Bendel's|before the ink was dry.

You're going to make|a lot of money, honey.

You might as well learn|how to enjoy it.

It's all play money anyway.|Do you like what you see?

Beautiful.

Great.

So, what's happening, boys?|Talk to me!

- What's the word on the street?|- Nothing yet.

Good.

Emily, our new whiz-kid lawyer.

Meet Juan, Roberto...|V.P. S from the local office.

Stop!

This is Flavio...|my soothsayer, my main man.

A man for all seasons,|all reasons.

Anything you need done,|anything you need to know...

this is the dude.

Well, welcome|to the war room, sweetheart.

Not bad for a rich little|poor girl from the boondocks.

So where are|the secretaries, Roberto?

They'll be here tomorrow.

I told you I want them|on call 24 hours a day.

When I close, I put|the whole world on my schedule.

Sorry, Claudia.|It's not set up yet.

Not set up yet?

Do you have any idea|what is at stake here?

We'll just have to start|bright and early...

in the morning, won't we?

Golf course, tennis courts.

Over there,|gym, jacuzzi, saunas.

Way back there,|private bungalows...

stable, riding ring,|open-air theater.

And last but not least,|the marina.

Is that part of the package?|I don't see any mention of it.

It's not a part of their plan,|but a critical part of ours.

It's the marina idea...

that convinced the Chinese|to come aboard.

But you don't have|the rights to it.

Don't worry, Emily.|It's not going anywhere.

It's been on the market|for four years.

We'll move on it|the minute we close this.

Hey, fellas.|Where's your boss?

He went away. He's gone.

Son of a b*tch!

Gone?|What do you mean, gone?

He's supposed to meet us here.

Mario!

We had an appointment.|Get him on the phone.

Perfect!

Elliot has gone off|to Buenos Aires...

to his niece's impromptu,|spur-of-the-moment wedding.

Niece's wedding, my ass.|The slime bucket's stalling.

He's down there dealing|with the Argentinians.

I'm not going to let it happen.

I'm going down there,|and if I have to...

I'll bring him back|on a goddamn leash!

Now, you stay here.|Just act as if nothing's wrong.

Finish the inventory...

and Flavio will circle back|and pick you up...

after he's dropped me off|at the airport.

Let's go!

You're going to have|to take my date tonight.

I'll call him.|He'll pick you up at 8:00.

- What?|- Stop, Flavio.

Who?

I'll lay out something|for you to wear.

Wear it.|And fix your hair.

Put on some goddamn lipstick.

And remember the golden rule...

keep your eyes and your ears|open and your mouth shut.

The guy's a predator.

That's quite an improvement.

You did see me.

I'm sorry I'm late.|I hate to be late.

I'm James Wheeler.

I'd prefer it|if you call me Wheeler.

The only way I've ever been|able to stand the name Jim...

is if you put a diamond|in front of it...

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