Philadelphia Page #7

ANDREW:

It is, and it isn't, Charles.

Macrosystem's new software

copies all the best-known

elements of Kronos' spreadsheet

program. If they're allowed to

sell it, Kronos will get undersold

right out of business. For me, the

legal principle, involved is

copyright infringement.

WHEELER:

Bearing in mind that Bill

Wright, the chairman of

MacroSystems, is a close, personal

friend of mine... which side of

this mess would you desire to be

on, Andy? And don't allow my very

tight, personal relationship with

Bill to influence your answer in

any way.

Andrew knows this is a test. And he loves it.

ANDREW:

Sorry, Charles, but...

Andrew is distracted -- BY A LIGHT FALLING ACROSS HIS FACE.

ANDREW (CONT.)

I'd like to see Kronos win.

Walter Kenton has shifted a lamp, so that its LIGHT FALLS

ACROSS ANDREW'S FACE, REVEALING: a faint purple blotch

about the size of a quarter, much like the blotches we saw

on the HISPANIC PATIENT in Andrew's doctor's office.

KENTON:

Why, Beckett?

ANDREW:

Because they deserve to, Walter.

Andrew lifts his hand, finding that his hair has been pushed

back, revealing the blotch.

He stands, nonchalantly running a hand through his hair to

cover the blotch.

ANDREW (CONT.)

If MacroSystems wins, an energetic,

young company will be destroyed,

five thousand Americans will be

out of work. Moreover, the laws of

copyright and anti-trust were

enacted to prevent exactly the

kind of bullshit Macrosystems is

trying to pull.

SEIDMAN:

Andy, do you know who reps Kronos

Inc.?

ANDREW:

Bailey, Brackman.

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