After the Game

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Financial times, 100 index of 11

points just above the key 3,800 level.

As for the rest of Europe, Frankfurt's

DAX gaining 9 points to 25.32.

In Paris, the CAC-40 losing 7, the

weaker franc weighing on the market.

Thank you, Ilsa.

Have a nice day.

...actually are on time this

morning according to dispatchers.

San Francisco's freeways

are...

Good morning, Sir.

Well, tell me what

we're supposed to do.

I mean, you may be perched

on majority shares,

but we all get fucked

if the actuals crash.

That old man

is going to sink us.

Soon as I have Baer-Grant's

P and L report in hand

I will be speed-dialing

your number.

Is that a promise? I'm sorry,

I'm not aware of that term.

Well, what do I do if Anson calls

about substantiation procedure?

Take evasive action. Have your

secretary say you're in a meeting.

Thank you, Jack.

Yes, Maria.

Invitations.

Mmm-hmm.

The museum gala.

No. The Fitzwilliam

botanical annual fundraiser.

No.

The Hinchberger wedding.

Hinchberger wedding.

Tuxedos, droning conversations.

I don't think so. No.

I'll send your regrets.

Honestly, why must I bother?

You don't know about society,

Maria.

You don't have the

satisfaction of avoiding it.

Yes.

I have

an Elizabeth on line 3.

Your ex-wife.

I know who it is.

Take a message.

Oh, happy birthday, sir.

Thank you, Maggie.

I don't like her.

I wouldn't even mention the

following, but he was very insistent.

It's obviously some sort of prank. What?

Well, a gentleman called

requesting to have lunch with you.

I tried to assure him that you

were very busy... What's his name?

A Mr. Seymour Butts.

Under the Bleachers

by Seymour Butts.

I'm sorry?

Cancel my lunch. Make a reservation at

the City Club for myself and Mr. Butts.

My usual table.

Maria, put the reservation

under my name.

You ready to order, sir?

No, I'm still waiting.

This was ice tea.

Conrad, what a surprise.

Happy birthday, Nickie.

Seymour Butts.

I'll never get tired

of that one.

That's why it's a classic.

This is a nice restaurant.

They gave me a free jacket.

I'm sure they're gonna

want it back.

I remember being here

a long time ago.

Yeah, I took you here once.

No. I used to buy crystal meth

off the maitre d'.

Oh, really?

In college.

Which college?

Touch.

Miss me?

As much as that's possible.

You look good.

So do you.

To think I was worried.

Worried about me?

How long has it been since

Mom's funeral? Two, three years?

I thought you quit.

I did.

It didn't take.

Well, you can't smoke here.

I'm with you.

It's illegal to smoke

in restaurants in California.

F*ck California.

How are you?

Couldn't be better.

Elizabeth?

We're divorced. She remarried a

pediatrician or a gynecologist,

or a pediatric gynecologist.

Lives in, uh, Sausalito.

That's too bad.

I liked her.

And what about you?

What, you don't keep

track of me anymore?

Not since family week

at rehab.

So what brings you

to town, Conrad?

Everything all right?

Yeah.

Need anything?

Nope.

Really?

No I don't need anything

from you. I just

found myself laying naked

on the beach near Ibiza,

and all of a sudden

it clicked.

October 12th.

Nickie's birthday.

October 11th.

Whatever.

This is for you.

You shouldn't have.

What do you get for the man

who has everything?

"Consumer Recreation

Services. "

Well, I do have golf clubs.

Call that number.

Why?

It'll make your life fun.

Fun?

You know what that is? You've

seen other people have it.

It's an entertainment

service.

An escort service?

A profound life experience.

Sorry.

I'll just...

No, that's all right.

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