Born Yesterday

- OK. Let's do some business.

- Welcome to Washington, Harry.

Ed. I hate this town.

You know my sister's kid, JJ?

- Pleasure to see you...

- Don't give him a speech!

Talk to me. You set up the hotel?

Everything is in order. Here's some

stuff by that reporter I told you about.

Are you still going to make me

do that interview?

Look over this New Republic article

he wrote on the EEC.

He's not some do-gooder

with an axe to grind on my neck, is he?

You don't want a pushover, Harry.

If Paul gives you the thumbs-up,

it's a big deal in this town.

Think he knows anything?

God, no! That's why it's good for you

to meet him up front.

It shows you have nothing to hide.

Uncle Harry.

Jesus Christ! Hey!

- Billie!

- What?

When a door opens on a plane,

you get out!

Move it!

They've arrived.

Welcome to the Willard, Mr Brock.

I hope you had a pleasant journey.

Here he is. Remember, treat him nicely,

don't try to con him. Just be yourself.

- Paul! Good to see you again.

- Hello, Ed. How are you?

No more hardnosed

investigative stuff, huh?

Your man doesn't have

a problem with that, does he?

No! You're just

interviewing businessmen now.

You know what they say, Ed.

The business of America is business.

Harry Brock, this is Paul Verrall.

The writer. I know. I liked that thing

you did for the New Republic on the EEC.

Well...

Thank you.

The suite is newly remodelled,

the marble is Italian

and this wonderful glass

comes from the South of France.

We're specially proud

of these atria,

which give this suite

a lovely, open quality.

- I hope Mrs Brock is satisfied?

- She's not Mrs Brock.

- That's fine.

- You bet it's fine.

There's only one Mrs Brock

and she's my mother. And she's dead.

I'm sorry...

Listen. Anybody that works in this room,

tell them to do it good,

do it fast, nobody gets hurt.

I don't like a lot of people around,

and I don't like waiting.

Of course, Mr Brock.

- Like to save my life?

- With soda or plain water?

- Plain.

- Coming right up.

- Paul, would you like a drink?

- I'm fine, Ed, thanks.

- If there's anything I can do...

- There is.

Go into Billie's room and see

she gets everything she wants.

She asks for somethin', I'm asking.

What about those white flowers?

The gardenias? All taken care of.

Did you get that other stuff?

Diet cream soda, the bean dip,

tweezers and cucumber masks?

- All taken care of.

- All right. JJ! Handle him.

Chauncy! Over here.

Billie!

What?

- Well?

- What?

- Not bad, huh?

- Not bad.

Not bad? You know

what this is costing me a night?

$6,500, you already told me.

- So?

- So, I don't like new towns.

You have to learn

all new channels.

It took me almost a minute

to find my soap!

So, what's this gonna be, pal?

A plug or a pan?

I like to know these things. Then I know

how to talk if I know your angle.

No angle. Just the facts.

A pan. Listen, I gotta do my stairs

and stuff. Are you OK with that?

Sure.

Good! JJ, get a barber up here

for when I get back.

Grab my sweats, we're outta here.

I'm talking to you cos Ed told me to.

I pay him a couple of hundred grand

a year for advice.

I'd be a fool not to take it.

Excuse me, mind if I...?

Anyway, go ahead.

Give me your best shot.

How much money have you got?

- What am I, an accountant?

- You don't know?

Not exactly.

Fifty million?

Honest to God, I don't know.

- Ten million?

- Maybe.

- One million?

- More!

- How much more?

- How much you got?

I've saved a little.

You don't save money, bud,

you make it!

This is the worst time of day, after the

soaps but before Entertainment Tonight.

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