Swimming with Sharks Page #5

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that isn't what I needed,

and that sh*t

isn't gonna

work around here.

I--I just thought...

You thought.

Do me a f***ing favor.

Shut up, listen,

and learn.

Look, I know that

this is your first day

and you don't really know

how things work around here,

so I will tell you.

You...

have...

no...

brain.

No judgment calls

are necessary.

What you think

means nothing.

What you feel

means nothing.

You are here for me.

You are here

to protect my interests

and to serve my needs.

So while it may look like

a little thing to you...

when I ask for a packet

of sweet'n low...

that's what I want.

And it is

your responsibility now

to see that I get

what I want.

Am I clear?

Y-yes, sir.

I'm not trying to be cruel.

I'm just trying to help.

Because if you

do this job right,

if you listen and learn,

then you're gonna

be able to do

anything you want

in this town.

You can have

whatever you want.

I mean, look at Rex here.

A V.P. at Paramount. Ha!

"Rex." What a name.

Belongs to a mutt.

I mean, if I can get

dog boy here a job,

you're gonna do

just fine.

I f***ed up.

I f***--f***!

It's over.

Relax.

He does that a lot.

Tomorrow, he'll ask you

for an equal.

You can't win.

It's a lose-lose

situation.

Well, does it still

happen to you?

Daily.

Actually, hourly.

Look...every day

is something

completely different.

Nothing is ever the same.

What he wants,

what he needs

can change in a second.

The trick is to have

everything ready.

Anticipate.

Next time, bring back

an equal and a sweet'n low.

Remember,

protect his interests

and serve his needs.

Come on.

Say it with me.

Protect his interests

and serve his needs.

Ok, but that's crazy.

That's no way

to run a business.

Uh-uh.

First mistake.

This is not a business.

No rules here.

This ain't

that candy-striped crap

for the Wall Street

wimps, huh?

This is...

show business.

Punching below the belt

is not only all right...

it is rewarded.

So in this,

this business of show,

you gotta

ask yourself...

What is it

that is gonna

make them sit up

and take notice of you?

Work really, really hard.

Don't worry, farm boy.

You'll learn.

Have a cigarette.

I--I don't smoke.

It won't last.

This and that pot

of coffee are gonna be

your best friends

for the next year.

Get to know them.

Come on.

Roll up your sleeves.

We got work to do.

Ok.

Let's do it. Hmm?

What do you want?

You are in big trouble.

Start making

funeral arrangements,

because you are dead

in this town.

I am not kidding you.

Apologize.

Excuse me? What?

Ow! Ow!

Ow! My hair!

I want you

to apologize!

For what!

Oh! Ohhh...

Apologize.

F*** you.

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