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(theme music playing)

NARRATOR: Man lives in the sunlit world

of what he believes to be reality.

But... there is,

unseen by most, an underworld.

A place that is just as real

but not as brightly lit.

A dark side.

(jackhammering)

(horn honking)

(siren blaring)

MAN: I want you to cancel all of his credit cards

and cancel all of his charge accounts.

21, Harry Winston,

Bergdorf's, all of 'em.

The new stationery come in yet?

No!

I don't care if it takes a week.

No stationery goes out with his name on it.

Did you cancel his Mercedes lease?

Good.

Also, have his picture removed

from that Business Times feature they did on us.

While you're at it, uh,

stop off at, uh, Loberto's Florist.

Buy out all the inventory and send it to his house.

And I hope that idiot

at the Times gets the obit straight.

"Uh, Jacob Cain, beloved friend and partner

to real estate genius Alex Hayes..."

uh, "succumbs to injuries."

Blah, blah, blah, blah, bl... Right.

Just make it sound sincere.

Good.

(loud sliding)

Amanda!

(clang)

How did you get in here?

Jake and I had no secrets, Alex.

You know that.

He used to talk in his sleep, too.

The command center, he used to call this.

All the real business happened here, didn't it, Alex?

None of that phony

PR stuff you guys dished out

from Hayes & Cain's corporate offices.

Well, well, what a beautiful surprise.

I'll bet it is.

But not nearly the surprise

I got this afternoon at the funeral.

I turn around, and some jerk is driving off with my Mercedes.

I know. I had the lease cancelled.

I suppose you're behind that call from the accountants

telling me I have no more stock in Hayes & Cain.

Just Hayes, Inc. now.

What?!

Come on, I'll make you a drink.

I thought Jake'd at least have the decency to tell you.

Tell me what?

He was in a coma for a month.

Now he's dead.

Why don't you give it a try?

Well, you know how much Jake loved the horses.

Probably more than you,

sorry to say.

He got heavily into debt with some very

mean bookie who threatened to cut his...

That stock was worth millions.

Jake couldn't have lost anywhere near that amount at the track.

Oh, more like a hundred grand, but that's a lot of cash

to come up with in a couple of hours,

and I was the only one that could help him.

You expect me to believe

he gave you millions in stock for a hundred grand.

Collateral on the loan, Mandy.

And as we know, Jake died before he could pay it back.

Gin, isn't it?

(jackhammering outside)

Will you turn that damn thing off?

(scoffs)

I love the sound of construction in the morning.

It sounds like success.

(construction sounds stop)

Look,

I'll pay you back.

Just give me a little

time, okay? I have some

diamonds he gave me, my mink.

I don't really

need the house.

No, no, no, no.

I... I-I couldn't do that.

You see, Mandy,

if I allowed you

to buy back that stock for a mere hundred grand,

I'd be just as dumb as Jake, and we know I'm not.

As Jake's widow, I am entitled

to a seat in the board of directors.

You just wait till that next meeting!

They'll make you do right by me.

There are no board of directors anymore.

You might as well get used to it, Mandy.

I own and control everything.

Everything?

Mm.

Damn it! It isn't fair.

I married that big lummox

because I thought he'd make me a rich woman.

Alex... you got to help me.

There's nothing left in the bank.

I haven't received a dividend check

since Jake checked out.

That stock was all we had.

I'm helpless now.

Unless you...

Mandy...

let me give you a little something to tide you over

till you sell your diamonds and mink.

Why, you cheap rat!

You're not gonna get away with this!

I'm gonna find a lawyer of my own, and I'll sue!

You won't have a chair left to rest your butt in,

but that won't matter, because I'm gonna sue that off, too!

(clang)

(elevator whirring)

(rumbling)

(rumbling and jackhammering)

(jackhammering continues)

(rumbling and jackhammering)

(woman screaming)

(screams and cries)

(distorted screams and cries echoing)

(coughs)

(clears throat)

Jake? Is that you?

Oh, Alex. I was hoping you'd be here.

Why?

Shh!

I'm A.W.O.C.

That's absent without consent.

Absent from where?

Where do you think, Alex?

You can get consent to leave hell?

Yeah. See, down there, you can work yourself up

to a real status position.

They call it "minion."

See, some guys are minions from day one,

but you had to be really something big in life.

And I'm talking big-time bad.

Does this have anything to do with Mandy and the loan?

Ah, forget about that.

She was a little gold digger, anyway.

I miss her, though.

She was the best little piece I...

What do you want, Jake?

The files, Alex.

The real files.

The ones kept here.

Not the phony books kept in the corporate offices.

Why?

'Cause I got plans, Alex. Big plans.

I mean, they show me no respect down there.

I want to be a minion.

Oh.

(burps)

Yeah, minions come and go as they please.

Remember the little clerk over in the Licensing Bureau?

Huh? The guy with the dark glasses?

You had to pay him and his whole family

before you could fill out an application?

A minion. Yeah, and what a record.

You know, that guy is personally responsible for the damnation of

more souls than Boss Tweed, and he just got

a promotion, too.

That's right.

Chief Tempter for Graft and Racketeering.

Why do you want the files, Jake?

They're doing this big job.

Building a crystal palace for you know who.

And they got me shoveling sand and mixing cement.

Me, Jake Cain.

The Jake Cain.

You know, before my accident,

I had my finger in every construction pie in the city.

Then there was the deal that you and I cooked up

for this, uh, condo development in Queens, remember?

We bought all those, uh, rent control buildings,

and then we threw all those old geezers out.

Jake, I don't want the whole world to know that.

Well, I do, Alex!

I mean, that's the point!

I got to show those guys down there that...

that I'm hot stuff, too. (whip cracks below)

Jake, you're dead. (cries and groans from below)

Why don't you stay that way?

I got to be a minion.

I mean, all my life,

I've played follow the leader, second fiddle.

Now I'm someplace

where my record could count for something.

Give me the files, Alex.

Jake, my name is on that eviction notice.

I was the director of the holding company

got the Donahue deal.

So?

So?!

I don't want to brag about it.

Oh!

Jake, when my time comes

to climb aboard that big commuter train in the sky,

I don't want to be traveling south!

Now, the information you need

to promote your status down there incriminates me!

Hey, I'm doing you a favor.

I mean, may-maybe they'll make you a minion

right away.

Hey, I'm not going to hell.

(laughing): Oh!

Come on, partner, will you?

Are you in for a surprise!

I've got it all planned.

I mean, I'm gonna make it right when I'm old.

I'm gonna be like every other philanthropist billionaire.

But financial security comes first.

I mean, Jake,

I got it all worked out.

(cries and screams from below)

(gunshot)

Where are the files, Alex?

(gunshot)

Where'd you put them?

(whip cracking below)

(eerie, echoing voices)

Minions!

(echoing cries and screams)

(grunts)

Not yet.

I need more time.

You rookie. Did you really think you'd get away?

I wasn't trying to get away. I was looking for some papers.

Oh, you were just looking for some papers?

And what does a drone like you need papers for?

Oh, come on, buddy, give me a break, will you?

I mean, I, I was just, I was just hoping for a promotion.

I want to be one of you guys.

Oh, you want to be a minion, huh?

You want a nice new suit and a permanent pass upstairs, huh?

You want to kick butt on a crew of drones, huh?

Yeah.

No way.

We don't get behind small-time losers.

We aren't impressed with petty, little, venial sins.

I was really a louse.

Just give me a minute to find my files.

Wait a minute.

This man was the pillar of the community.

He contributed ten percent of his annual salary

to Catholic charities. It was a

tax write-off.

He loved his wife.

Well, she was gorgeous.

Yeah, but you married her.

He supported his elderly mother

in a fantastic rest home.

Her insurance paid for it.

The man is a saint-- honest, upright, generous

in both his business and personal life.

All right, now get moving.

I'm taking you deeper, two levels deeper,

and you're off sand detail and on full-time torment.

You sold me down the river, Alex,

just to save your own skin.

Come on, let's go.

You bet I did, you sorry chump.

Red Leader.

(explosions, distant screaming)

MINION: Sir...

permission to explain, sir.

Granted.

I apprehended this drone in the act of escaping, sir. I was coming up

because, look, I figured Ah...

if I... He... Enough.

How do you think he escaped?

Uh, the jackhammer, sir.

Do you think he found it lying around in the drones' lounge?

Pathetic morons.

I gave it to him.

(distant screaming)

Or rather, I left it where he had to find it,

and then I put the idea

in his tiny, little mind

to pick it up.

Permission to ask why, sir.

Because I wanted an introduction

to Mr. Alex Hayes.

(distant screaming)

(whips cracking)

But first things first.

Take him down.

(distant wailing)

(sighs)

(whips cracking in distance)

JAKE: Damn it, Alex.

You did it again.

You're always number one.

MINION: Come on.

(distant screaming)

(mouthing)

(muffled explosion)

I've been looking forward to meeting you

for a very long time.

As a matter of fact, I was very disappointed

when it was Jake who fell off that faulty girder.

You see, I had it put there for you.

Me?

Why?

Alex, I'm looking for a few good men

to help me run things down there, men like you--

efficient, intelligent,

cutthroat, able to get things done.

That's quite a compliment.

We're getting a very poor quality

of damned souls these days--

petty larcenists, minor-league grafters,

small-time embezzlers--

nothing like the grand old sinners of the good old days.

No great spirits, whip crackers,

no down, dirty evildoers.

No one like you, Alex.

You are a man of destiny,

right up there with Farentino,

Abdorrahman Khan, Machiavelli.

I think you've got me mixed up with someone else.

I'm a businessman.

I have an MBA from Yale.

Profits turn me on, not fire and brimstone.

I thought you might react that way.

But hear me out.

I've put together a very tempting little package.

I'm offering you instant minion leader status.

You'll be in charge of 11 million drones

with full authority to delegate responsibility,

solicit benefits,

inflict punishments.

When the palace is finished,

we'll move you on up to other, more challenging roles.

How would you like to be head

of the S.E.C., or maybe

pulling strings at the World Bank?

(chuckles)

I guess I should be flattered, uh...

but I'm not.

You've got the wrong person.

I'm a nice guy.

I don't belong down there.

Alex, don't be so modest.

You're on the books already.

The moves you've made in the three weeks since Jake's death

alone qualify you.

You've been working on your r�sum�

a very long time.

May the 11th, this year.

AMANDA: I suppose you're behind

the call I got from the accountants telling me

I have no more stock in Hayes & Cain.

HAYES: It's just Hayes, Inc. now.

AMANDA: What?

January the 13th, 1981.

JAKE: But Alex, they're all real old. It's 20 below zero out there.

HAYES: So?

They've got sweaters.

There's money to be made.

Send those eviction notices.

All right.

I've done some fairly questionable things

in my life,

but I'm not dead yet and you can't take me alive.

I'll reform.

Please, please do not even consider

blemishing such a shining career.

I'll arrange a swift

and painless death for you.

You and I will go to great heights together.

Or should I say great depths?

Go back to where you came from, Red.

I'm holding out for a better deal.

Very well.

(faint, distant screaming)

I'll be seeing you again.

You and I are going to close this deal...

one of these days.

(rumbling)

(whips cracking)

(distant screaming)

I'd better get rid of all of the evidence.

Then I'll do a good deed.

(whip cracks)

What... what?

That's what I'll do.

I'll get all those old people I threw out

and give them an apartment building.

No, they're probably all dead from the cold, anyway.

Damn it.

(door opening)

Alex, I've just been to see my new lawyer, and...

Mandy.

What the hell happened to your floor?

(door clangs shut) Uh, it's nothing.

It's nothing. It's okay, it's okay.

No, it's not okay.

Just shut up.

You really enjoy hurting people, don't you?

No, you don't understand, I-I-I-I...

I said shut up.

I am a

desperate woman.

Everything I worked for, sacrificed for--

all those years with Jake-- you took it all away from me.

And you had a ball doing it, didn't you?

Nothing matters to you except making money.

You're not just a cheat and a crook.

You're evil.

No, no, no, don't, don't.

I wasn't even sure why I came back here, Alex,

but now I know.

Don't.

No.

(gunshot)

(grunts)

I warned you somebody was going to bring you down one day, Alex.

Looks like it's going to be me.

(loud thud)

Alex Hayes, rest in peace.

The end of a short and happy career.

(door clangs shut)

RED LEADER (echoing): Oh, no, Mrs. Cain,

only the beginning.

HAYES: All right, Red, what kind of a deal

are we really talking about here?

I want salary, commission, stock options.

RED LEADER (laughing): That's my boy.

(explosions)

NARRATOR: The dark side is always there.

Waiting for us to enter.

Waiting to enter us.

Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight.