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15,000.
That's a lot
of money.

Well, I need it
to finance Liz's show
at the Fashion Center.

You borrowed money
from gangsters
so I could have my show.

(GROWLING)

Did that green thing
scare you or something?
Sam hired some muscle.

Sam's only crime
is giving too much.

And thinking too little.

Look, Sam, I lie for you,
I write bum checks for you,

but when it comes
to my paycheck, that's it!

This is your
last chance, Sam.

Pay up now,
or pay up when you get
your insurance check.

Liz is there!

Liz!
Let me out!

Torch it.

They're gonna
burn the place, Solly.

Help!

EMCEE: Matching
sleevelets to enhance
the flow of elegance.

(HULK ROARS)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

NARRATOR: Dr. David Banner,
physician, scientist.

Searching for a way to tap
into the hidden strengths
that all humans have.

Then, an accidental overdose
of gamma radiation
alters his body chemistry.

And now, when David Banner
grows angry or outraged,

a startling
metamorphosis occurs.

(ROARS)

The creature is driven by rage

and pursued
by an investigative reporter.

Mr. McGee,
don't make me angry.

You wouldn't like me
when I'm angry.

The creature is wanted
for a murder he didn't commit.

David Banner
is believed to be dead.

And he must let the world
think that he is dead

until he can find a way
to control the raging spirit
that dwells within him.

(ROARS)

Easy, David, easy.
I never did see
a finger that grew back.

Hmm.

Nice. Nice.
You got good hands.

You should have
gone to med school.

(GRUNTS)

Thanks, Solly,
but this is just fine.

Sam was nice enough
to give me a job.

Well, Sam is like that.

You know, I knew
a Barsky once
in Philadelphia.

Changed his name
to Barr. Are you related?

Hmm, I don't
think so. No.

He was in frozen fish.

(CHUCKLES)

Sam's a good man.
He's got a good heart.

You're gonna
do fine here.

Say, got to Liz's office
and see if the new
patterns are in. Okay?

Okay.

SAM: You gotta be kidding!
I don't believe it!

I don't believe you come
into my place of business
and ask me for money.

Well, come in already!

Money! Is that all
friendship means to you?

Friendship! You owe me six
months back invoices.

That comes to $12,683.13!

You think my fabric
grows on trees?

You think I go
to the supermarket
and pay with friendship?

Sam, I need the money!

David, my best worker.

Marvin Mulleavy,
my fabric supplier for
over 20 years, exclusively.

Yeah.
My money?
Hello.

"My money,
my money."
You Judas!

Papa, take it easy.

I'll take it easy
just as soon as this
gonif is out of here.

Sam.

Please,
I've done business
with him for 20 years.

For 20 years,
I've paid him
every dime.

Now, is he going
to give me a break?

For six months
I've given you a break.

Now pay up,
or I'll see you
in court!

Then see me in court!
David, show him the door!

Mr. Mulleavy.

I'll get you, Sam!
Mr. Mulleavy.

I know the way out!
Oh, of course you do.

Of course you do.
I just thought
I might, well,

bring up a mitigating
circumstance that perhaps
Sam forgot to mention.

Mitigating circumstance?
The show, Papa, the show.

You be quiet.
You be creative.

What the hell
are they talking about?

The Fashion Center.
Liz's show
on the 19th, you see.

She'll be showing all of
her original designs,

and they'll be modeled
for buyers from stores
from all over the country,

and I'm sure
that after that,

well, there'll be more
than enough orders
to cover Sam's debt.

Is this true?

Why didn't you say so?

(SIGHING)

You got me mad.

This fellow
makes sense, Sam.

You should let him do
your talking all the time.
Save you a lot of grief.

David.
Yeah?

Thank you.

Yeah.

That David's got
a pretty good head
on his shoulders,

you know what I mean?

Papa.

Just the kind of guy
I'd like to see
take over this business

after I'm gone.

I'm not getting
much younger, you know.

Papa.

And he's
a good-looking guy, too.

(BOTH GIGGLING)
Papa, I gotta get
back to work.

Ah.

There's none of us
getting much younger.

Age doesn't mean anything.

Just yesterday, I was
rocking you in your cradle.

And now you're 28 years old.

Twenty-seven.

(LAUGHING)

Hello, Peggy.
How's your son?

Say hello for me, now,
don't forget.

Hello.

Hey, Steve,
Yankees did it
again last night.

I think that's
five in a row.

Hi, Esther.

(LAUGHING)
How you doing, honey?

How's it going, Solly?

We'll be ready,
we'll be ready.

Liz's designs
for the show
are beautiful.

They'll be classics.

Who needs
from classics?

She should do modern.
This hi-tech, now
that's what's hot.

God forbid
she should
listen to me.

God forbid.
Yeah, yeah.

Listen, Solly, the regular
orders, the blouses
for Forsythe Holworth?

Grinding out,
grinding out.

Good. Good, Solly.
Now that's what
pays the bills.

Some of them anyway.

(LAUGHING)

David, come with me.

I think it's time
I showed you how
the front office really works.

I'm telling you,
it's fascinating.

(LAUGHS)

SAM: How are you,
Mrs. Sauder?

Brandes. Hold please.

Brandes.
Oh, your check will be
in the mail in two weeks.

Brandes. Check
will be in the mail
in three weeks.

Brandes. Oh, Mr. Brandes?
He's in the hospital,
it's very serious.

But when he gets out,
I'll have him call you.

That's my Gladys.
She is the best
in the business.

(LAUGHING)

I quit.

Gladys, why?
You're doing
beautiful, honey.

You're my right hand.

Look, Sam, I lie for you,
I write bum checks for you,

but when it comes to
my paycheck, that's it!

I told you
to put it through again.

I put it through
five times! I quit!

Gladys. Gladys, come back,
I'll give you a raise!

A raise, he's gonna give me.
He doesn't even
pay me my salary!

(LAUGHING)

Oh, boy.

How would you
like a promotion

to right hand?

I just spoke
to the modeling agency,

they'll have a few girls
for you to look at
tomorrow.

Good.

I see Sam's got you
doing Walter's job now.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What happened to Walter?

He joined the army.

(GIGGLING)
David, wait a minute.

About this morning,
thank you.

Oh, that's all right.

My father is not
a businessman.

Sometimes I think he
just doesn't understand
money or want to.

No, Sam believes that
he should be treated the way
he treats other people.

With trust.
Like family.

Like family but with him
at the head of the table.

(CHUCKLES)

And now, with my show,
it costs $15,000 to produce.

Sam says,
"Don't worry, honey,
I've got the money.

"You're gonna
have your show,

"and we're all gonna
be rich and famous."

$15,000.

But he said that
he had the money.

Now why would Sam make
something like that up?

You mean lie?

Ever since Mom died,
Sam's been trying
to fill the void.

You know, anything and
everything for his little
girl, no matter what it took.

College, design school,
in Paris, of course.

Paris was great.

But New York
would've been fine, too,
you know what I mean?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, it seems to me
that Sam's only crime
is giving too much.

And thinking too little.

He can't understand
that I love him.

With or without Paris,
with or without
this fashion show.

Well, fathers do tend
to indulge their daughters.

I don't want
to be indulged.

I want to share
the good and the bad.

He doesn't realize
that he can talk to me
as an adult.

You know,
like this morning
with Mulleavy?

I had no idea
that the problem
was so serious

until all of a sudden
now they're screaming
at each other.

And then Gladys,
and now Walter.

I mean, what's next, David?

Oh, I don't even
want to guess.

No, that's 16 bolts
of material, not 60,
do you understand?

Right, 16, and I'll need
them by tomorrow.

All right, fine.
Thank you very much.

Where's Sam?

Well, in his office
down the hall.

Mmm. Thanks.

SAM: Allan.

(CHUCKLING)

Sonny.

It's nice of you guys
to stop by.

How much?

How about a drink,
gentlemen?

How much, Sam?

15,000.

That's a lot of money.

Well, I need it
to finance Liz's show
at the Fashion Center.

We're gonna make big bucks
on that one. Big bucks!

Yeah?

I need it, fellas.
It would really
be a favor.

We're not
in the business
of favors.

Take it easy, Sam.

We can let you
have the money at...

Let's see.

15 grand.

(CALCULATOR BEEPING)

Thirty-three percent
interest and payments
starting next week.

And 1,250 per.

How's that?

Fine, fine.

The only thing is,
lately your reputation
with money

hasn't been the greatest.
Everybody knows it.

I'm a little concerned.

Look, we've been
around the block
a couple of times before.

Back when Sonny here
was just a twinkle
in your eye.

You ever been
stiffed by me
before, huh?

The word of
Sam Brandes is gold.

I'm afraid this time
we need something
a little more concrete

than just your word, Sam.

You're getting old, Sam.
Maybe too old
to run this place.

My son is rude.

Sometimes he doesn't
have the proper respect
for his elders,

but he does have a point.

Sam, what if something
did happen where
you couldn't pay it back?

You wouldn't want to have
it hanging over Liz's head.

All she'd inherit would be
this business debt.

(SCOFFS)

You mean Liz
handles the business?
You gotta be kidding.

Haven't you guys
met my partner?

What partner?

SAM: The young guy in front.

He's a real go-getter.

I made him my partner.
He's running the place.

Hell, I get exhausted
just watching him.

So?

So...

So what I'm telling you guys
is that it ain't just me.
You got David, too.

You'll get paid back,
every penny.

Now look, we got a deal
or not? I don't have
all day, Malamud.

No, now come on, now.
I want those trucks
out of here by 3:00.

Okay, you understand?
3:00. All right.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

That's okay.
Go back to running
the business.

We'll be in touch
when the time comes.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

You're right on time.

Punctuality is
the most important
part of our business.

That's the first lesson
Dad ever taught me.

It's good to listen
to your father.

Here's your
payment schedule.

We want you and Barr
to become real
familiar with it.

Don't worry.

Where is your partner?

He's out with a buyer now.

He seems like
a very hard worker.

I like that.

Give the man the money.

Sam, aren't you even
going to count it?

I trust you guys.

(GIGGLES)
Don't trust anyone.
We don't.

Your first payment's
due next Wednesday.

And you know
what to expect if
we don't get it.

Don't worry, I know.

Make sure
your partner
does, too.

Right.

(GIGGLING)

Or it can be
worn as a scarf.

Hi-tech. This is
what I want you
to go with for the show.

No.
Yes.

No.
Why not?

Because I wouldn't
want that in my closet.

Of course not,
but it'll sell.

To who? People
who are getting a late
start on playing doctor?

Exactly!

Look, you got doctor clothes,
fireman clothes.
You got painter clothes.

All you gotta do
is put them in
a lot of funny colors.

(CHUCKLES) lt'll put us
right out of business.

Uniforms are what's in!

Papa, you are always
one trend behind.

What do you know?

I know that
that is not fashion.

You know
what's not fashion?

How? Please, tell me.
Give me the wisdom
of your years of experience.

Fashion should emphasize
the individual, Papa.

Somehow complement
who we are, not...

Nowadays, who you are
means nothing.

It's what you do
that counts.

Well, I design clothes.
Clothes for people,

not uniforms
for institutions.

There's a Mr. Cox
from Forsythe Holworth
in your office.

Cox? Maybe he wants
to increase the order
on the blouses!

I'll see you later.
Think about it.

What do you
think, David?

They're awful.

(LAUGHING)

Effective immediately,
Mr. Brandes,

Forsythe Holworth
is terminating

it's order
for your line
of women's blouses.

Terminating?
How can you terminate?

Those blouses are
one of your biggest sellers!

It's a loss leader
to get the housewives
into our department stores.

Well?
They're in, and now
we're over-inventoried.

Oh, you can't do this to me.

That line is
our bread and butter.

I'm sorry, Mr. Brandes.

Wait a minute.

For nine years
I've made you
those blouses.

Year in and year out.

What do you say to that?

Diversify.

I love you all
like my family.

You are my family.

And, uh...

What I have told you hurts me.

(SCOFFS)

It hurts me
the same as if

I were telling my own
child to leave my house.

But you will all be back.

Just as soon as
my daughter, Liz,
has her show.

Believe me, all of you
will be back.

Okay, Pappy.

Ah, Giuseppe.

(LAUGHS)

I'm gonna miss
your meatball sandwiches.

Stay well.

(LAUGHS) Okay, Steve.
Root 'em in.

Sam. I'll stay.

Solly, I...

Sam, you need me
to take care
of the designs.

I can't let you
do this, Solly.

Sam, I'm staying,
and that's it.

DAVID: Sam.

You owe me
two weeks back salary.

(WHIMPERS WEAKLY) I know.

I think I ought
to stick around long
enough to collect it.

(LAUGHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Brandes Designs.

SONNY: It's Wednesday.

Uh, we got a problem.

Everybody's got problems.

My bread and butter
contract canceled.

Give me until two days
after the show.

You'll get it all.
Ask your dad...

I'm telling you
it's Wednesday.
All day.

(PHONE CLICKS)

Good, good.
I'll get the rest
of the patterns.

What are you...

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

Where's Solly?

Do you have it or not?

Have what?
Where's Solly?

Please, don't play games.
No one showed.

That's real insulting.

One more time.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

He's not being
reasonable, Dad.

What do you want?

I'm sorry,
but you know
the rules.

Rules about what...

(SCREAMING)

Last time.
Do you have it?

I don't have anything!

(GRUNTS)

(DAVID SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

It's old-fashioned
but very effective.

Lesson number two.

(ROARS)

(YELPS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

(GRUNTS)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(SIGHING)

Maybe. That's all
I can promise. Maybe.

We'll just do
the best we can.

We all will.

My designs.
They're ruined.

Did you see them?
It all happened so fast.

They grabbed me
and they threw me
in the janitor's closet.

And then I heard
screaming, like
an animal or something.

I don't know, Liz.

David?

Well, they were
after something specific.
I don't know what.

When I couldn't
answer them...

SAM: This is terrible.
It's terrible.

We have to call
the police.

SAM: What for?
What are they gonna do?

LIZ: Well, they'll
do something.

It won't do
any good, honey.

One guy gets
locked in a closet,
David gets beat up.

I've seen this
happen before.

It's rivals. Who knows,
it could have been anybody.

Thank God nobody
was seriously hurt.

Look, the police aren't
going to do anything.

We'll just have
to go on from here.

We'll get your designs
ready again.

For tomorrow?
Yes.

By tomorrow.

Sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I would like to have
a talk with you, though,

in your office, Sam.

Sure. Sure.

David, at least stay
until the show. Please.

I need you. We all do.

I need to know
who those two men were.

How would I know?
'Cause they were here, Sam,

in your office last week!

My doctor says
I shouldn't smoke.

Sam!

You talk as if
we were all family.

Who were those men?
I have to know.

(DOOR OPENING)

We'll talk later, David.

We'll talk now, Papa. Now.

LIZ: Why? Why sharks?

So you could have your show.

You borrowed money
from gangsters
so I could have my show.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to protect you.

(STAMMERING) And David?
Your little secret
didn't protect him.

SAM: I'm sorry, David.
I should have told you.

If that Forsythe Holworth
account hadn't been
terminated...

I did it just for you.

Whatever Liz wants,
Liz gets.

I don't even have
to tell you what I want,
I get it anyway.

Liz!

No, it's just all
too one sided.

You do all the giving.
I'm tired of doing
all the taking.

Please, honey,
after the show...
After the show

I am leaving.

Who needs her, huh?

Who needs her?

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Well, it's not bad,
not bad.

After tomorrow,
we're gonna be back
in business again.

The show's gonna
be a big success,

and we're gonna
pay off the sharks.

I want you
to be my partner.

For real.

Sam, I can't do that.
I have to move on.

Besides, you have one.
Quite a capable one, too.

What does she know?

(GIRLS GIGGLING)

Just one moment.

Is it ready yet?

Oh, great.
You won't reconsider?

Maybe you could talk
her into the hi-tech.

Maybe not.

No ashes,
no traces,
no building.

My work is guaranteed.

Brandes will collect
on his insurance,

and you guys will
get your bread.

Maybe we just take
the whole thing.

Teach him a lesson.

I've been thinking.

His show is tomorrow.

Maybe we wait
till it's over.

We let Sam skate,
we gotta let
everybody skate.

Our name
will be worthless.

That was lesson
number three.

That green thing
scare you or something?

Yes.

Muscle!
Sam hired some muscle.

We're in a business.
We built a reputation,
our clients respect us.

What do you want
to risk that for?

You're right.
I taught you well.

Forget I mentioned it.
9:00 tomorrow night.

But we give Sam
till 8:30.

8:30.

If you don't get
a phone call from us
by then, torch it.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

EMCEE:
Leave the pearls at home.

This silk satin jumpsuit
redefines the notion
of basic black.

The hood and the halter neck
don't give even a hint of
the bare-back plunge

this design reveals.

Note the rhinestones
that accent the bodice
on the cuffed trouser leg.

This look can hold
its own next to
any tuxedo.

Our own Lady in Red.

This dress,
with its ribbon skirt
flowing on the diagonal

from hip to floor
and sparkling
with rhinestones,

dares every man in the room
not to pay attention

to any woman who
dares to wear it.

The rhinestone-dotted
fringe of this high-cut
purple leotard

can't distract us
from the harem pants,

inset above the thigh
and gathered at the ankle
with a three-inch ruffle.

A costume appropriate
for any one of those

Thousand And One
Arabian Nights.

Number 232
is Jill

displaying this two-piece
suit of beige rolled silk

highlighted with
cream-colored trim,

which matches the pleated
silk blouse worn beneath.

The skirt, falling
just below the knee,

is fashionably tailored,
making this ensemble
versatile enough for day

or evening wear,
echoing the
understated elegance

of the Great White Way.

Boy, who wrote this?

LIZ: I did.
I know.

Papa, will you just try
and read it, please?
And fix your tie.

What's wrong with my tie?
It's a mess.

What's the matter?
I'm embarrassing you?

Your father?

(SIGHING) Oh!

No time.
You give me
no time.

Okay.
Oh, Cleveland.

In the audience.
Kansas City?

Yeah.
L. A?

I couldn't find her.

It's a him, not a her.

He's our biggest buyer.

David, tell my daughter,
Miss Great White Way, that
we go on in 20 minutes.

Would you tell her
yourself, please?

I am quite capable
of keeping time.

Now, do you
understand
everything?

Yeah, I can read it.
Understand? You're
asking too much.

What I can't understand is
why you're ruining your life

and breaking my heart
all in the same show.

But Liz, if that's
what you want.

Papa, can it!

Where is number 145?

SAM: Which one is that?

The white wool suit.
I can't find it.

What do you mean
you can't find it?

It wasn't delivered.
It's not here.
I've got a model waiting.

What?
Solly, we go on
in 17 minutes.

Look, calm down
and take it easy.

The factory is only
a block away,
so I'll walk there,

get the suit and I'll be
back in a few minutes.

No, no, I'll go
to the factory.
You'll never find it.

SAM: Liz.
What?

No, Pop,
it's all right.
I'll be right back.

Look, just try to read
your notes and please
try to understand them.

I'll try.

David, check the bar.
L.A.'s our biggest buyer, but
he's also our biggest lush.

Okay.

EMCEE:
Fashion excitement
in an unexpected texture.

This dress features
a diamond-shaped pattern
circling the bodice.

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

Shown here in fuchsia,
this design disproves
the yarn about knits

lacking the glamour
for anything
but daytime cardigans.

Next, we have this
not-so-simple evening gown

in a range of yellow silk
chiffon with rhinestones
covering the bodice.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

Also, matching sleevelets
to enhance the flow
of elegance.

(DOOR OPENING)

(KEYS RATTLING)

What are you doing?

Bad timing, miss.

Open this door.
Open it!

Open this door!
Let me out!

Look, lady, shut up!
When the phone rings,
I leave.

Let me out of here!

(DOOR BANGING)

This long Keeona gown,
accented by rhinestones
on the shoulders

sleeve and belt,

is simple elegance
for the evening.

(SIGHING)

Liz still ain't back?
No.

Sam, Pittsburgh says
he wants a date.

Terrific. Tell him
I can deliver by the 20th.

He wants a date with Liz.

Tell him to drop dead.

Fine.
What a business.

Hello, Sam.

Get out of here.
Sam, look,
take it easy.

Why don't you guys
wait out front,
and we'll talk afterwards.

We didn't
come here to talk.
We're done talking, Sam.

Look, 10 minutes
and we're on!

Ten minutes
and the factory
is ashes.

What?
This is your
last chance, Sam.

Liz!

(GRUNTS)

Come on!

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(GIRLS CHATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

Come on,
let's get out of here.

(ROARS)

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

(GIRLS CONTINUE SCREAMING)

(HULK ROARING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

(SONNY AND MALAMUD SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

They're gonna
burn the place, Solly.

Stay here, Sam.
I'll call the police.

Sol, Liz,
she's in there.

Let me out of here!

Open this damn door!

Too bad.

No, don't do that!

Help!

(ROARING)

(EXCLAIMING)

LIZ: Help me!
Get me out of here!

Help!

Help! Help me!

Let me out of here!

(GRUNTING)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

Perfect. Okay,
let's go.

You make my suit
look beautiful.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Yeah. Good.

Okay.

(LIZ AND SAM GIGGLE)

Oh, it's a good thing
you got the L.A. Buyer
out of the bar.

If he wasn't so plastered,
who knows if we would've
got that order

(LAUGHING)
Or the magazine coverage.

I'm just kidding,
just kidding.

No sense of humor, this kid.

Oh, I wouldn't bet
on that if I were you.

And as for myself,
I think I'd better get out of
here or I'm gonna miss my bus.

Oh, wait, we can drive you
to Newark when
this is finished.

No, that's all right, really.
The bus is just fine.
Thank you.

Hell, we could drive him
right back to the factory,
where he belongs.

Get him a...
Papa.

Okay, okay.
I learned my lesson.

Partner.

Thank you, David.
For everything.

I'm very sorry
I involved you like that.

It was a terrible thing.
I think the only life I'll try
to run right now is my own.

Well I'm just glad
the show turned out
as well as it did.

Congratulations
to you both.

Take care
of yourself, David.

Bye-bye.

You sure you...
I'm sure.

He's sure.

(GIGGLES)

Thank you, David.

Thank you, too.

Bye-bye.
Goodbye.