The Secret of My Succe$s Page #3

Kansas?

I... But, Maureen...

Mr. Prescott

will see you now.

Clever. So you're one

of the Kansas Fosters, huh?

Shirttail relative,

to say the least.

Listen, I know you probably

told your secretary

to get me out of here

in five minutes.

Two.

Right.

So, I'll get right

to the point.

I need a job,

Uncle Howard.

Around here,

I'm Mr. Prescott.

Do you have any idea

what we do here?

Yes, sir. Pemrose is

a multinational conglomerate

with 27 different divisions.

Products ranging from dog food

to guided missile systems.

There are 30,000 people working

in this building alone.

Their accumulated salary is higher

than the gross national product

of half the nations

on the Common Market.

Last year we borrowed more money

from banks than Mexico did.

It's a great company, Uncle... Mr.

Prescott. That's why I'm here.

What can you do

for us, Brantley?

What experience

have you had?

Practically none.

But I believe in myself. Doesn't

that count for something?

Deep inside, I know I can do

anything if I just get a chance.

Think back to

when you were my age.

Remember how you felt when you

went after that first job.

Remember how you wanted it

so badly you couldn't sleep

the night

before the interview.

Remember how crushed

you were when the guy said,

"What kind of experience

have you got?"

You wanted to shake

your fists and say,

"I can do anything if

I can just get a chance."

They're ready for you in the

boardroom, Mr. Presoott.

Call Bates in Personnel. Tell

him I'm sending somebody up.

Well, you're in

the front door, kid.

What you do on this

side of it is up to you.

Congratulations. He really must

have taken a shine to you.

Thanks. Warm guy.

May I?

You can't come in here, bozo.

Take your crap to the mail slot.

I work here.

Just started.

What do you want, an engraved invitation?

Come on, come on.

Brantley, huh?

Yeah.

Somebody gave you

that name?

Aw, Jesus, a college puke.

This really makes my day.

Well, you're welcome.

Melrose, get over here!

Listen to what he says,

then do what he does.

Right.

Stay out of my way. Don't use the

stamp machine for personal letters.

Take off that

stupid-looking tie.

Looks like you

shot your couch.

You got any questions?

Yeah.

What do I call you?

You call me God.

Got a problem, boss?

I'm your man.

Show the college puke the ropes

and keep him out of my face.

His name is Brantley.

All right, kid.

Follow me.

All right, Brantley,

you stick with me

and everything's

gonna be copacetic.

Twice a day you deliver.

Like a mailman, you pick

up whatever's goin' out.

I can do it in 30 minutes. Rattigan

thinks it takes me two hours.

Okay. What's this department?

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