Jungle 2 Jungle

- Ten and a half!

- Nine fifty!

- Twenty-five!

- I'll take it!

- How's July? July how?

- July's at 95 and a quarter.

Ninety-four and a half bid.

Hey, bonehead, moron!

- Moron? Moron this. At 95. At 95.

- Keep your pencil to yourself!

- 94 and 3 quarter bid for 300.

- Sold, 300!

- Buy 300, yes!

- 300, you idiot? Get out of my way.

300 lots of coffee futures?

You call that a hunch?

No, Richard. I call

that an opportunity.

300 lots in this market is not

an opportunity. It's a death wish.

- Oh, ye of little faith.

- No, no, no. Me of big mortgage.

- Hi, Maddy. What've you got?

- Flight 109 leaving J.F.K., 1:00 p. m.,

arriving Caracas

at 6:
22 p. m.

- All right, all right.

- Aw, come on.

You're not still leaving,

after what you did in there?

I'm getting married to Charlotte.

I need the divorce from Patricia.

- Toiletries, shirts, socks-

- I don't believe this.

You're gonna leave me

with 5,100 tons of coffee?

Richard, I put up with you because

you're the best analyst on the Street.

You give me that same

patronizing little speech...

every time you play

one of your stupid hunches.

- Yeah? And what happens?

- I'm hospitalized, and the blood pressure medication is adjusted.

Uplink. You'll overnight in Caracas,

then fly to Canaima the next morning.

Thanks.

See ya in two days.

Unbelievable.

This thing might be quicker

if you used both engines!

Senor Kromwell?

Senor Kromwell?

That'd be me, Michael Cromwell,

with a "C."

Senor Cromwell with a "C." I am Abe

Botero with a "B," your attorney-at-law.

I am outrageously pleased

to meet with you.

Abe, Abe.

Let me go.

My car is right over here.

Do you have any more luggage?

I travel kinda light, Abe. So,

what's the deal? Where is Patricia?

Uh, we received this letter

from your wife today.

Senora Cromwell says that

she could not come to Canaima,

- but she wants to get you to Lipo Lipo.

- Wait a second.

I travel 3,000 miles to get here. She

doesn't show up? What's that about?

Abe has a saying:

He who knows what a woman wants,

knows everything,

but not even God

knows that.

Okay. If that's the way she wants

to play it, she's not gonna get a dime.

If Cromwell should bother

to call, put him through to my office!

Has anybody seen that idiot Kempster

around here?

Kempster!

Michael, you have got

to get back here tomorrow.

Langston is going insane.

Where are you?

- I'm staying in the middle

of Nightmare on Bodega Street.

If you don't get here,

do I sell the coffee or do I hold it?

No, no, no, no. Do not sell the coffee

till I give you the go-ahead.

Call me on the uplink

as soon as London opens, all right?

- All right. Okay.

- Kempster!

Nah, I wouldn't do that.

Oh, and why not?

Oh!

Lipo Lipo. So nice

they named it twice.

Oh, my God.

She left me

for Gilligan's Island!

- Great. I'll be right back.

- Not long. I have an appointment.

You have an appointment? Well, if it's

the cable guy, you got plenty of time.

- Okay.

- Hi, um-

I'm-I'm Michael Cromwell. I'm

looking for Patricia Cromwell.

You know Patricia Cromwell?

She's a doctor.

No, a woman. Like me, but, but...

full-figured.

Paliku.

- Paliku.

- Pali who?

- Paliku.

- Paliku?

- Where is she?

- Paliku.

- Paliku! Paliku!

- Yes, I heard you. Okay, okay.

Patricia.

Mmm.

You look different.

Michael.

You made it.

Um, yes, I did.

You look good.

So do you.

- How've you been?

- Better. Much better.

Weren't you supposed

to meet me in Canaima last night?

Botako's having

her first litter.

- Congratulations.

- Not her.

This is Pontspie. Pontspie,

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