Synopsis: Charles Eames gives a lecture accompanied by a slide show discussing how certain kinds of items, such as a bolt of cloth, a keg of nails, or a ream of paper, are the kinds of goods that people lay great store in.
Director(s): Ray Eames
7 min

She's a real beauty, huh?

Yep, a real beaut.

This car is for you. Now, let me guess.

The man of the house

needs a second car

so the little lady

can go to the garden club

while he plays gin rummy

with the boys, huh?

Actually, we need a car

so we can go rock climbing.

Rock climbing?

Why would anybody go climb a rock?

Man, things are changing.

I remember when men were men

and women were gals

and we'd call coloreds, coloreds.

You know, actually,

I think we're gonna get going.

Hey, come on, sweetie, don't be a bitch.

Let's talk some numbers here.

Hey, hey, hey,

don't talk to my wife like that.

Hey, boy, I fought in the big war.

I mean, nobody tells me what to do.

You understand? Hold this.

- Oh, my God.

- Audie Murphy, motherfucker.

Somebody get Dick Lewiston off the lot.

What's it matter anyways, Mr. Selleck?

No one's selling anything.

- It's a damn killing field out there.

- Mr. Selleck, I think I made a sale.

- Terrific. Good job, Teddy.

- And he wants to pay in cash,

non-sequential unmarked bills

neatly packed in this canvas bag.

Well, that's a bank bag, Teddy.

My eyes. My eyes. My LASIK.

- Shit. Somebody call the cops.

- It burns!

- Teddy, go flush your eyes out.

- I feel like a Smurf just jizzed in my face.

We got to do something.

I've had this lot 27 years,

and it's dying right before my eyes.

We either do something drastic,

or we pull the plug.

I'm thinking about calling a hotshot,

a weekend warrior.

I was thinking about

calling a mercenary.


- A mercenary?

- Hell, Zooha, I got no choice.

The bank's crawling up my ass

for back payments.

If we don't turn this thing around

by August,

- this place is gonna be a TCBY.

- But a mercenary?

All they do is sell cars and move on.

There's no connection

to the community, Ben.

Don't do this.

It hasn't gotten that bad, has it?

Please, God,

forgive me for what I'm about to do.

- By the way, great sale.

- Hear, hear.

Very good.

Thank you, darling.

I don't know why, but I can't enjoy

breakfast anywhere but a strip club.

My mom used to

always cook bacon naked.

She would cook bacon all day long.

Don "The Goods" Ready. Yes. Yeah.

You want some cars sold.

We'll be there.

Fourth of July weekend, three-day sale.

We got a dealership in the ICU.

Two hundred and eleven cars

getting suntans on the lot.

Guess what, fellas?

We're going to Temecula.

F*ck, Don.

Honey, we just finished the last job

three hours ago.

I still smell like customer.

Don, I don't mean to complain,

but it's been a year and a half

since I've been home.

And I'm 90% sure

I left my front door open.

I don't know, Don.

I think we sit this one out.

You've been pushing us pretty hard

since 'Querque.

Forget about 'Querque, all right?

What do we do? We sell cars.

What does a tiger do?

Hunts and kills prey.

What else are we gonna do in this life?

I need every swinging dick in that field.

Babs, come on. Let's do it.

All right. We are headed

to Temecula, California.

Population 98,000.

It's a family business.

Owner, one Benjamin K. Selleck.

Married 30 years to wife, Tammy.

One daughter, lvy, age 29,

looks good in beat-up jeans.

Yes, she does.

One son named Peter, age 10,

loves robot dinosaurs and pizza night.

Looks like 10-year-old Peter

got a five o'clock shadow.

Yeah, it must be the fax ink.

God bless the Hacienda Court,

but their fax service...

- What are you doing, honey?

- Enjoying myself.

Sir, there's no smoking on airplanes.

I know. It's ridiculous, isn't it?

Don't worry about it, I'll be quick.

Sir, if you light that,

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