Wolf Page #2

I've ever heard.

Cigar?

Don't mind if I do.

Thank you.

I want you...

...to think about Europe, Will.

Eastern Europe, particularly.

There's a whole new market

opening up there.

I think, God and currency willing...

...that the entire continent

will eventually cohere...

...both economically and culturally.

I want that to be your area.

I see.

Then my area will no longer be

editor in chief of MacLeish House...

...after the takeover?

Look, there's nothing personal.

Come on, you know that.

You're clearly a man of taste

and individuality...

...which I prize...

...but these days...

...not only in corporate America,

but all around the globe...

...taste and individuality

are actually something of a handicap.

Well, just out of curiosity...

...on what basis

did you pick my successor?

Vulgarity and conformity?

No. Drive. On the basis of hustle,

drive, and 52-carat ambition.

He nagged me day and night

till I gave him your job.

Well, for what it's worth,

here's what I've learned in 30 years:

Treat the authors as human beings.

Don't stint on review copies.

Whoa, boy.

Don't hold them to deadlines.

They'll only turn in rough drafts.

Thank you.

Thank you, I'll remember that.

You're a nice person, Will.

Thank God I replaced you.

And I hope

you give Eastern Europe a shot.

You'd better put that out.

Horses don't like it.

Why, I think I'll finish it.

- Go ahead. Good cigar, isn't it?

- Okay.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Raymond, they are beautiful.

- Spectacular. They're just spectacular.

Well, now, see now, I think so.

And you're right. This is the prize.

Fort Knox.

The black is the sire.

- Easy.

- More the dancer, wouldn't you say?

Easy, easy.

Look out there.

- Easy.

- Easy, easy, easy.

Easy, easy.

Excuse me, I...

I'm sorry.

I guess...

Listen, let's go back to the house,

have some drinks.

Oh, God.

Drink it.

Good boy.

I'm afraid...

...I finished your drink.

What are you,

the last civilized man?

I'm...

...just embarrassed.

Half the people I know

are on Thorazine...

...so your little anxiety attack

barely arouses my interest.

You're very kind.

No, I'm not.

I'm Laura Alden.

Alden's my father.

I'm Will Randall.

Nice to meet you.

You're not an easy guy to surprise,

are you?

Not tonight.

He just fired you, didn't he?

Demoted, I think, is the word.

I've been offered a choice

between no job...

...and a job no one would want.

So, what will you do?

I'll probably take the job

no one would want.

I don't have the courage

to be jobless at my age.

Old guy, huh?

Yeah. Old guy.

Well, I better get back.

Was that on purpose?

Oh, God.

No.

You're perfectly safe. I'm married.

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