Against All Odds Page #5

I don't like football.

Ben!

We got troubles.

Soames is here.

He's brought a lot of those

Save The Mountain people.

It doesn't look good.

Goddamn environmentalist bastards.

I think you'd better handle this.

Come on, Ed.

I can't believe he's doing

this to us.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Wyler.

I'm Bob Soames, County

Planning Commission.

- But then you know that.

- Of course.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

It's been a long time coming.

I brought friends.

I hope you don't mind.

Not at all.

Bob, are your friends

from the Sierra Club?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

Quite a few.

I hope they're welcome.

I've supported them for years.

Not only financially...

...but also in my heart.

Please join us.

I really don't think so.

Please.

All right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Ben. He promised me.

Soames thinks he's a smart-ass.

I'm not laughing.

Cute little stores.

"Zoning variances don't

count. " I say, " Come on... "

What's it been, three weeks?

Could you excuse me for

just a second?

What are you doing here?

Free eats, right?

It's Mrs. Wyler's party.

- You don't wanna be here.

- That was bullshit...

...in your office, wasn't it?

You don't care about me.

You work for Caxton.

You wanted to play pro football.

Every year, there's a chance

you'd lose your job because of injury.

You players never grasp, it

is not a very secure job.

A lot of us made you

rich, didn't we?

That's right, Brogan. I got rich.

I'm getting richer all the time.

That's good, Steve.

Come on, come on.

You can afford it

when I kick your teeth!

Do it, see what happens!

You're a has-been!

- Cool it, man.

- Come on, goddamn it!

That's intelligent.

Will you cool it?

You know Caxton's here.

Hey, come on.

Relax!

You're finished in football!

- Get him out!

- I'm out of here!

- You're not playing this right.

- I could give a f***.

Wyler never mixed his

other businesses with the team.

We played football.

We didn't sell real estate.

You're saying I'm lucky

to be off the team?

It's a new goddamn ball game.

That's all I'm telling you.

It's all bullshit!

I don't belong here either.

It's a goddamn circus!

I'm hearing weird things about you.

Like what?

Like you might go

to work for Jake Wise.

He offered me a job.

But you turned him down.

You're a smart kid. Wait!

You're worried about money, but

don't screw around with Wise.

I'm gonna get you a coaching job.

Just for the year.

I'm not ready to do

what you do. I'm a player!

There's nothing here

for me now but sh*t!

They won't pay me.

My shoulder's screwed up.

Know what I'm telling myself?

Take Wise's money.

Take a damn vacation!

I'll find his rich girl for him

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