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Later, amid horn-honking and farewells, the bus pulls away

from the curb and heads down the snowy street.

INT. BUS - DAY

A sigh of relief goes up from the adolescent conventioneers:

wheew! There are a few isolated cries of "We're on our way!"

A teenager instantly flips on his transistor RADIO to metal

ROCK. Once away from home, these kids, like all kids, are

the children of 1976. The old family glue doesn't hold. They

live in the world of rock and television.

CUT TO:

INT. FACTORY - DAY

Workmen fashion table legs on a wood lathe. In another part

of the factory, laborers assemble chair frames.

Jake walks along the assembly line with MARY, a well-dressed,

attractive employee about twenty-five. They turn a corner

and step into a display area where a set features the Van

Dorn Co.'s new modular office designs.

Mary shows Jake the set for his approval.

JAKE:

Is this all the display space we can

get?

MARY:

I tried to get more, but this is the

limit. The De Vries line has the

same area.

Mary is a cool, efficient display designer. Jake studies a

patch of bright blue on the right wall.

JAKE:

What do you think of this... ah,

shade of blue, Mary.

MARY:

I like it, Mr. Van Dorn.

JAKE:

Don't you think it's a little too...

bright?

MARY:

Not really. But if you want me to

tone it down...

JAKE:

No, no. I wouldn't hire a display

designer if I didn't trust her taste.

Maybe we should bring in more of

that shade. Perhaps a stripe across

the back wall.

He gestures.

Gently, relentlessly, Jake manipulates Mary. He does not

wish to impose his taste on her but, through calculated

argument, will get her to accept his views. It's only a matter

of time before he wears her down.

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