Executive Suite Page #3

- Where's that elevator?

- Relax, Mr. Caswell.

You said it yourself.

You sold 3,700 shares of stock

you haven't got,

and you'll be covering it

Monday morning at 10 points less.

Why, that's a real killing.

So, what have you got to worry about?

You're in good shape.

Unless, maybe the man under the blanket

ain't Avery Bullard.

Julius...

No, no.

It was Bullard. I saw him. He was dead.

You saw him, too, Julius.

I'm an old man, Mr. Caswell.

My eyes don't see easy money

so good anymore.

But I take your word for it.

- Have you got the late finals yet?

- Any minute now.

Can I drive you someplace?

It was right there.

EnJoy your weekend, Mr. Caswell.

- Late finals?

- Yep.

- The Journal, Post and The Telly.

- After I count them.

Oh, come on, come on.

Taxi!

- Stork Club.

- Right.

Hey, don't you want your change?

- Be with you in a minute.

- I thought you said 5:00.

Will you give me

the Beekman Downtown hospital?

Certainly, Mr. Caswell.

Take booth three, please.

Is that "B" as in BenJamin?

I'm sorry, sir,

but there's been no one by that name

admitted here during the past 24 hours.

Perhaps it was some other hospital.

Don't tell me. It was Beekman Downtown.

I want you to...

Hello?

Thank you, Mr. Caswell.

I wanna make a person-to-person call.

Mr. Avery Bullard, B-U-L-L-A-R-D,

Tredway Corporation,

Millburgh, Pennsylvania.

- Take it in booth four, please.

- Yes.

Operator, this is Plaza Three, 1940.

Mr. George Caswell calling

Mr. Avery Bullard,

Tredway Corporation, Millburgh,

Pennsylvania, person-to-person.

That's right, time and charges, please.

You have a big nerve.

I told you I'd be right with you.

What's happening here?

I've been waiting a half hour.

Look, can't you see I'm busy?

Wait for me at the bar.

- Mr. Caswell?

- Yes?

How long do you think

I'm gonna put up with this?

- At the bar.

- Mr. Caswell?

- Yes?

- Mr. Bullard isn't in.

They say he's on his way and

he'll be there in about 20 minutes.

20 minutes?

- Wallet?

- None.

- Laundry marks?

- None.

Ought to be a federal law.

- What about the suit?

- No customer label.

- How about Andruzzi the tailor?

- Palm Beach police trying to locate him.

He closes for the summer.

We should have been tailors.

- Car keys?

- GM's checking on it.

All they know, it's a '53 Cadillac.

- Anything else?

- Monogram on shirt, "AB."

Cuff links engraved, "AB."

Couple of predictions,

one, it turns out to be

a guy with the initials "AB,"

two, 6:
00, I go home.

"I'm on the green in two. How much?"

"300 to 1,000." "You're on," he says.

So, I took my seven iron, I waded...

It's no good, you're going too fast.

What are you trying to do, carbonize it?

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