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No, sound the death knelf by paper, the
Daily Register.

This once proud and venerable archive of
world events and great writing will

soon carry, believe it or not, an
advertisement on its front page.

The front page, former home of Man Walks
on Moon, Kennedy Assassinated, Germany

Surrenders, will now be trumpeting by
one brag at the second for a penny.

So, get used to it, dear reader.

If we want to know about peace in the
Middle East, the fat cats who own this

paper are hoping we won't mind turning
to page three.

As long as on page one, we can find out
when it's all -you -can -eat night at

Cap Mandy's house of scampi.

And it goes on from there.

Well, what do you think?

I think I want you to pee off the tab,
man, because you're going to be fired.

Go ahead.

Look, Janet from Houseful Hints was so
taken by it, she came into my office and

took off all of her clothes.

Just so I could see how easily they
could be pressed with a simple copy of

Bartlett's familiar quotations.

You're going to find her ass, too.

Now, you see, look.

You're all way off base here, okay?

I mean, this sort of thing is what the
paper expects of Jack Stein. It's why

they hired me.

And if occasionally I rattle the cages
of the big boys, I mean, come on. They

know that this comes with the territory.

Hey, Jack.

I really got to hand it to you, pal.

The whole office is talking about it.
How do you feel?

Great. I just read it to them.

No, I mean about your punishment.

What? What are you talking about?

Was I talking? I didn't mean to. It was
nothing. Beer, please, Abe.

Hey, hey, hey.

What is going on? Tell me.

Well, the guys you called fat cats are
kind of angry, so you won't be allowed

write your column for a week.

Okay, look, that's not so bad. I could
use a week off.

Movies I would like to see. I could get
a steam.

Don't count on it, Jack. You're not
getting off that easy. I'm afraid you've

been temporarily reassigned to the dial
beat.

The dial beat?

You mean a man who buys his shoes and
his drill bits in the same store is now

going to be giving us fashion tips?

Cancel my subscription.

Oh, my God. This is horrible.

They're not going to ask me to cover the
grand opening of a Gap, are they? I

mean, for God's sake, we didn't kill
anybody.

No, but they want you to cover the
closing of Berger's department store.

What? A closing of Berger's? Yeah, the
end quote just came over the wire. They

filed for bankruptcy, and Saturday's the
last day. Oh, wow.

I can't believe it.

When I was little, my mother used to
take me there to buy my Easter hat.

And then we'd have lunch in the tea
room. We would be served by waitresses

starched... white aprons, and I always
ordered the most perfect chicken salad

sandwich on white toast, and then I
would have a hot fudge sundae for

And I had completely forgotten that
until I heard the name burgers.

It's funny, but I'm having a flashback,
too.

My mom and my sisters used to drag me to
that place all the time.

Well, the only fun I ever had was hiding
in the racks of clothes, pretending I

was Dr. Richard Kimball looking for the
one -armed mannequin.

I got lost there one time.

Yeah, the manager had to make an
announcement over the whole PA system.

We have a lost boy in the store.

Anyone missing a rotund child with a
brush cut, doesn't know his own name,

please report to the service desk.

Trauma like that really sticks with you,
believe me.

I walked out of home alone in a sweat.

Hey, you know, I bet Berger's having a
huge run out of business sale.

Not that I want to take advantage of
other people's fortune, but hey.

That's the principle this country was
founded on.

Yeah, boy, I sure would like to have
that chicken salad sandwich one last

Who's in on this, huh? Last shop? Oh,
yeah, let's do it.

Hey, Dean.

Is there some problem?

Uh, no. Why?

You just look a little strange.

Come with us to burgers? I can't. Why
not? I just don't want to, okay? So

drop it. Just forget it. I'm not
kidding. Don't make me say it again.

See, maybe you can settle down. I mean,
come on. It's not like you got caught

shoplifting there.

Who told you?

No, no, no. No, no, no. It was not my
fault.

I was pledging a sorority, and all I had
to do was steal one lousy little

lipstick from burgers. And I would have
gotten away with it, too, except for

that security woman.

Mrs. Kiddock, her name was.

Oh, I will never forget her. She was one
nasty piece of work. She had these

claws with liver spots on them. I just
haven't been back there since, and I

really don't think I'd be comfortable
going. Nadine, let me point something

to you.

Burgers is an upscale Fifth Avenue
department store.

Security's going to be telling me the
whole time.

Oh, what was I thinking? Well, of course
you're right.

I don't want my jacket, will you?

Step back, please.

I said step back.

Going up.

God, I hate this assignment.

I'm the guy that went one -on -one with
the police commissioner, and now I'm

stuck covering a white seat.

If you don't mind my asking, sir, how
long have you been working here?

I've been here since we opened our doors
in 19...

Then the market crashed in 29.

I took a lot of people up to the roof
that day.

But they found another way to get down.

Well, that makes it, what, 65 years?

Yeah. Hard to believe they're going to
close this place.

I guess everybody'd rather shop at some
mall now.

Pretty soon, the world is going to be
one big gap.

house with.

Sorry.

So, let me ask you something.

How do you feel about the store going
out of business?

Oh, oh dear.

Oh, you're not feeling, oh, say,
disgruntled about the closing of

you?

Yes, I didn't think I'd take my breaks.

I can tell you how I feel. It stinks.

This has been my home.

I've seen it all here.

Once J. Edgar Hoover got on the
elevator.

You're kidding.

No. And I says to him, where can I take
you?

And he says, lingerie.

Do you mind if I write some of this
down?

Well, you didn't hear it from me.

When he got back on the elevator, he
had...

big bags.

And I dropped them off at Ladies
Swimwear.

Listen, I'm Jack Stein. I'm a reporter.
I'm doing a piece of this place.

Anything else that you want to say?

Yeah.

I'm 78 years old and I drive an
elevator.

What the hell am I going to do now?

Fifth floor.

Juniors. Ladies Sportswear.

And better shoes.

Style beat isn't too soft.

Where to, boys?

Sporting goods?

Electronics? Or are you with the FBI?

Well, if there's a heaven, this is it.

Everything is 60 % off, ladies. Start
your engines.

Do we even know what you're grabbing
there?

It doesn't matter. It's on sale.

The object of the game is to keep the
good stuff out of the enemy hands. I'll

worry whether I like it later. That is
mine.

Come on, come on.

Time's a -wasting.

What? I'm just looking. I'm looking. I'm
putting it back.

Isn't this a beauty?

Can't have enough blue blazers.

Yes, you can.

And you do.

You two are really stuck in a fashion
rut. You know, I mean, you need to be

creative. You know, think of clothes as
an expression of yourself. Come on,

Nadine. Experiment.

You really think so? I have always
wondered what I'd look like in a cat

I've just never been brave enough to
actually try one on. How do you go to

bathroom in one of these?

You don't. You just stop all liquids at
midnight the night before.

Here, with this, and this, and this, and
layer it here. Oh, that's good. Take

that easy.

And you. I think we'll start you off
kind of slowly.

Uh -huh.

There. Try that on.

Dana, are you crazy? There's stripes on
this shirt. What am I, Cher?

Thank you very much. I really appreciate
it. Thank you.

Abe, you will not believe the great
stuff that I'm getting here.

Do you know they once sold war bonds in
the credit department, and during the

Depression, the lunchroom would let you
pay whatever you could afford.

Jeez, there's just so much history in
this place.

I cannot believe that people are walking
around and scavenging without even

thinking about the fact that this is the
end of an era.

Yeah, yeah, that's terrible.

I wonder if they'll sell me this dummy.

What in the hell would you do with a
thing like that?

I don't know.

Set it in the booth and make the
restaurant look more crowded.

But if my party used the carpool lane.

I mean, I'm sure I'd get a good price on
it because I think it's got termites.

That's fine.

What?

Oh, there you are.

Ray, where were you?

Where was I?

I was in the shoe department with you
guys.

Looking at a pair of loafers, I turn
around, you're gone.

Don't you tell anybody before you walk
up and disappear?

Well, we left that trail of breadcrumbs
for you. Wasn't that enough?

I'm sorry, Ray. I was interviewing
somebody.

Oh, I see. Interviewing. That makes
everything all right.

Meanwhile, I'm running around looking
for you, not knowing if you left the

or not. I mean, that's the worst part,
deciding whether or not to leave the

floor. Well, then somebody can come back
and look for you, and then guess what?

You're not on the floor. No, you're on
another floor. You're up running around

with some kind of pathetic gerbil in a
wheel. I was out there. Hey, Ray!

Will you please calm down?

Look, if we get separated again, just go
to the manager's office. Whether they

describe you over the loudspeaker, I
promise I'll come and get you.

Hilarious.

Hey, what have we here?

Eighty percent off. Not bad.

Try it on.

That's a little big.

But does it itch?

That's the most important thing.

You don't want something that's going to
itch you.

Nope, no itching, no stains, no rips.

But don't you think it's just kind of
big?

Tell me I don't look this bad in my
underwear.

How do they always build these dressing
rooms with fluorescent lights?

Nobody ever looks good under fluorescent
lights. Maybe that's part of their

plan. They're saying...

look in this outfit.

Still want to buy it?

I want to know what the deal is with
these little security cameras.

Who is it that's watching me in my
underwear?

Is it a woman?

Or a man?

Or is the whole thing...

Freak.

Funky Nadine.

Wow.

That's very cute, very adorable. You got
a very nice shape on you.

Oh, thank you.

See? I look good. I look hot. You look
good. You look hot.

I don't know, Nadine. I think maybe we
should try on some other things. That

looks very cute, very adorable. You got
a very nice shape on you.

All right, let me ask you something. How
long have you been working here?

30 years.

Must have waited on thousands of people.

Come on, this is your last day at
burgers. Wouldn't you just like for once

tell the truth?

Okay.

You look like hell.

I just don't know.

You said it doesn't itch. What else do
you want to do? Cook your meals and kiss

you goodnight? Buy the damn jacket.

I just don't know.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

That jacket looks absolutely fantastic
on you.

It does?

I'm telling you, the cut.

Oh, gorgeous.

But don't you think it's a little big?
That's the...

Big is in.

Big is in, Abe. Is this table for sale?

Not now, Abe.

So listen, Laurie, you really think I
look goodness?

Fabulous. See?

Can you see how great this looks on you?

Yeah, if you're walking behind me
holding it like that.

Are you available on Saturday?

That is so funny. You're a very funny
man.

I'll take it.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

Hey, guys, I saw suits over there that
come with two pairs of pants.

And, uh, found underwear on sale.

Six pairs for three dollars.

You're kidding.

God bless America.

A dozen pair of underwear for less than
it costs to see a movie.

Look how nice and billowy it is, Jack.

Feel it.

Appreciate its mass.

Well, this takes care of my fall
wardrobe.

Let's take a look at these and see
what's doing in electronics.

Good idea.

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh.

That jacket looks absolutely fantastic
on you.

Just look what it does for those
shoulders.

You don't think it's too small, do you?

That's the look.

You would not want to hide that body.

I don't know.

What do you think, Jack?

never had to face a split -finger
fastball. Yeah, yeah, yeah, but Barry

never had to deal with a spitball. Hey,
Williams, hit Eddie.

Spitball, spitball. They did not throw
the kind of heat they do today. I

disagree. My God, these women take
forever.

Tell me about it.

Hey, Red, where'd you get that stassy
-looking blazer? Right here. You like

Yeah. Hey, does it itch?

I want you to look at yourself in the
mirror.

20 years.

You a hooker? No.

No, I have led a very decent life. I
have a terrific job. I'm the mother of

grown children. Oh, for God's sake, I'm
the only person on my block who pays for

HBO.

Listen, girly, this may be the last day
of burgers, but it's not the last

day of me.

Wherever you go,

Whatever you do, I'll be there watching.

Put that scarf back.

The oldest trick in the book.

I've never been so humiliated. I just
want to crawl into a hole and die.

Yeah. I don't know why they don't take
those fluorescent lights out of the

ladies' dressing room.

Well, I don't know about anybody else,
but I cleaned up today.

All right.

What'd you buy?

Underwear and batteries.

That's it.

How about you, Ray?

Oh, underwear and batteries, yeah.

I didn't like any of the batteries I
had.

I went down to the tea room.

Got a chicken salad sandwich.

Ate half of it, then thought I'd take
the other half with me.

I'm really going to savor this.

Although it's not the same if you don't
eat it in the store.

Ground floor, last stop.

Why don't you step get in off, folks.

And thanks for...

at burgers.

So this is it, huh?

This is it?

You know what I'm going to miss most?

Talking to the people.

Mothers coming in or looking around for
something for themselves and leaving

with a bag full of clothes for the
children.

The new young sales clerks getting their
first jobs and

Christmas Eve.

I'm going to have to avoid walking down
this block when December 24th rolls

around.

Well, good luck to you.

Got it.

Got it.

Say, can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Do they have elevators at the Gap?

I'm afraid not.

Here it is.

And that's what was so special about a
place like Burgers.

Regular people like you and me could
spend some time amid the marble and

mahogany and chandeliers.

And for a little while, we could pretend
we lived in a gracious mansion where we

were all treated like ladies and
gentlemen.

And for this reporter, those days are
coming to an end.

Soon all we'll have left are shopping
malls with packs of bored teenagers

roaming in search of ever larger pants.

But I'll tell you what they're really
searching for.

Character.

The New York that I grew up in had it in
spades.

Character that's gone the way of the
steeplechase on Coney Island, the

and muggers who said please and thank
you.

And now, burgers department store.

It's too bad we don't appreciate those
things until they're gone.

Think I'll go take a horse and buggy
ride through Central Park.

Would you like a little of my chicken
salad sandwich?

John.