All language subtitles for Target The Corruptors - S01E11 - Silent Partner

To me, the blocks from 35th to
41st Street along 7th Avenue

in New York City are among
the most exciting in the world.

But wherever there is big
money to be made legitimately,

there is also underworld
money waiting to gain at Toho.

The mobsters and the syndicate boys,

tossed out by the unions
after decades of bitter struggle,

quickly learned how to
return by the back door,

draining off millions of dollars a year.

I was writing a series on Victor Cobalt,

whose $20 million spider web most recently

began to spin around the garment industry.

As usual, by the back door.

We'll be through in a minute. We'll
be through in a minute. Waiter! Yeah.

Hey, waiter.

I've been looking all over for you.

So you found me. You're
going to leave it all up to me?

That's the kind of a
partner you want to be?

You made the decision already, didn't you?

I didn't sign any papers
yet. How could I without you?

You spend years to build
up a nice little business,

so you're going to go out now
and give it to the gangsters, huh?

Please.

Charlie, what's the matter?

You don't think a man is entitled to
a chance to straighten himself out?

You're gonna give Victor Cobalt a chance?

Benny boy, you think a man stops
being a gangster just because he

wears natural shoulders and
don't throw bullets around no more?

Tell me, why should he
when he can eat you up alive?

And people like you will wipe his
mouth for him yet from the inside.

Heaven forbid you should think I got any
racial prejudice against gangsters. Why,

some of my best friends are gangsters.

But tell me, would you want
your sister to marry one?

Charlie, please.

Don't be a smart aleck.

I spent the whole morning at
the bank. I talked to everybody.

A $100,000 loan unsecured. They
fell down on the floor laughing.

Well, Victor Cobalt is
willing to lend us the money.

What do you want to do? Go
bankrupt just to spite him?

I've been mechuled before.
Section 77B, the bankruptcy act.

I could recite it to you by
heart. Look, Charlie, please.

A chance like this comes to
a man only once in his life.

A designer who is not a
plumber. You know what this means?

We should get down and
kiss the paper she draws on.

One season with a line like
this and we can be on top.

Charlie, please.

You want to go schlepping out on
the road for the rest of your life?

You wouldn't rather sit
in an air-conditioned

office for a change and
have them come to you?

Waiter, where is the water for this table?

You I'm talking to.
What's the matter, you deaf?

All right.

When is Cobalt coming
over to close the deal?

Three o'clock.

You'll be there? Why not?
Where else am I going to be?

Jumping off the Empire State Building?

Time for that later.

Ah, for crying out loud, you make me sick.

Run, run, run.

My father, may he rest
in peace, he used to say,

to call the angel of
death, send a lazy man.

Aye, Benny, Benny, Benny. So you'll
wind up the richest man in the cemetery.

You want a nice family plot,
I can get it for your retail.

Ah, for crying out loud.
Who could eat with you?

Miss Holland, they're watching in
the office. He's on his way up.

Who?

The big man himself. Hurry up.

Charlie, please, why are
you sitting like a funeral?

It's not enough we're signing away our
life. We have to do it yet with a smile.

Charlie, I swear you could
be in heaven and you would be

miserable because you think
you were being overcharged.

Ah, yes, darling.

Listen, please.

When he asks you about your
designs, none of your little jokes, huh?

Like how you stole them all in Paris.

He might not appreciate
your delicious sense of humor.

Okay, Ben, darling.

Charlie, please, will you sit down?

I'm still enough of a partner to
stand up without your permission.

So where's the elevator?

It finally fell down the shaft?

No such luck.

Here he comes.

Wait for me. I'll wait downstairs.

Mr. Cobalt!

Come in, come in.

I want you to meet my partner,
Charlie Schatz. Pleased to meet you.

My pleasure.

Ines Holland, my designer.

Miss Holland.

Our foreman, Mr. Capuano, and our
accountant, Mr. Nelson. This is my son, Neil.

Delighted. Thank you.

All right, boys.

You can stay, Miss Holland.
You're not out of the way.

I have work to do, Mr. Cobalt.

All those elegant designs are yours.

Very nice. This one will go places.

Young lady, you have a
talent, a precious talent.

Thank you.

Oh, I have a talent, too.

To use other people's talents.

So, you need me, and I need you.

Will you excuse me, please?

All right.

Down to business.

You boys want $100,000
in cash against what?

The business.

I mean, P&S Frocks is worth
conservatively a quarter of a million.

Neil, you study the books. What's
their cash value as of this moment?

Total true assets for the
fiscal year, just under $10,000.

I can give you the exact figures if
you want. Well, that's good enough.

Just graduated University of
Pennsylvania. Business administration, if you please.

But I, uh, I thought you
wanted to do business with us.

I do.

But I must have security, no?
Otherwise I'm not a businessman. I'm a dummy,

am I right? All right then.

I'll have my lawyer draw up the
papers, but here are the terms.

You want to take notes?

Yes.

8% interest per month.

100% a year.

That's pretty good.

The mathematician.

Charlie, please.

And 30% of the net profit.

Charlie.

There'll still be enough
left for us, I'm sure.

That's all.

No, that wasn't so
painful, was it, Mr. Schatz?

I'm still wearing a shirt.

You ought to wear silk shirts.

They feel nice on the skin,
especially when it's hot.

What's your neck size? I'll
have my tailor send you a dozen.

You know how to read a tape, Mr. Cobalt?

I get the picture.

Oh, by the way, this is
purely a personal favor.

I'd like Neil to get some
practical business experience

in looking after his old
man's hard-earned dollars.

You suppose you could
find a place for him in

the office as a kind of efficiency expert?

Pay him whatever you think is fair.

Certainly.

Delighted to have him.

You'll find he'll do a good
job looking after both our

interests. Oh, by the
way, who does your trucking?

City Transfer. They
give us the best price.

How much?

11 cents a garment.

You better look into that.

Thank you, gentlemen.
Our pleasure, Mr. Cobalt.

Let's look over your new business.

All yours, boys.

All of it.

No industry is more ferociously
competitive than the garment business,

where one thing stands between
prosperity and bankruptcy, the edge.

That tiny little margin
over your competitor.

Merely a glimpse at a confidential order.

Or a priority at the mill on fabrics.

Or someone to put the arm on a
pesky organizer for the union.

This, too, is the edge.

And before long, the door to
corruption is swinging open all the way.

For a while, it's a great feeling to have
the edge on your rival down the street.

But presently, you find
out that when you deal

with the corruptors, you pay the bill.

Working late.

Inez, how come you need 14 bolts
of cloth just to make two dresses?

Because I'm a designer, not a
shoemaker. And where's my material?

It'll be here tomorrow.

I'm making some changes in the shipping
room. I just fired Harry this morning.

You what?

Yes, he's inefficient,
and he talked back to me.

But Harry talks back to everybody. He's
been here since the first day of creation.

Well, he's not anymore.

Did you clear it with Daddy?

He called me a name I
don't take from anybody.

Oh, not only handsome, but sensitive too.

When you look at me,
have you ever seen me?

Or is it always him?

That must be some interesting
design you're making there.

Could I have that?

Gonna show it to Daddy?

Maybe someday when I live
up to it a little better.

Well, well, well. Just
the man I came back to see.

You can't stand to hear
it, can you, gangster son?

Stop it, Harry.

Look, I'm sorry about this morning.

You come into work tomorrow, you hear me?

I wouldn't work for you
again. My kids were starving.

Good night, Harry.

Gangster, son!

Now you quit bothering that kid.

He's got work to do.

What kid?

Before long, even the
exorbitant rates of interest and the

lion's share of the
profits no longer seemed enough.

And so the mob came up with still
another parody on private enterprise.

An attempt to control the very arteries
of the garment industry, the trucking firms.

And so my leg man, Jack Flood,
not for the first time in his life,

dug out his union card and
gloves and became a truck driver.

Tell me, Charlie, my boy,
what did you do to their buyer?

The next time you go
to Pittsburgh, maybe I

should come along. Did
you ever read Faust?

Written by this German fellow. You know,

we may have to take over another
loft to handle all these orders.

He made a deal with the devil.

Yeah, you never read it?

At first, everything was milk and honey.

But then...

Then it came time to pay the bill.

Wait, wait. Poor Harry
was only the beginning.

Charlie, do me a favor.

Now I know what it
feels like to be a fish.

Oh, the bait was delicious. Now
wait for the hook. Listen, Charlie,

will you get off my back
with your nightmares already?

I'll see you later.

You insult me and I
should pay for your lunch?

May I? Hmm?

You're, uh, Charlie Schatz, aren't you?

Did I say no?

My name's Marino, Paul Marino. What do
you want from me? I write a newspaper column.

Oh, you're the fellow who writes that
stuff about the racketeers and all that, huh?

Boy, could I tell you some stories.

Well, go ahead. You think I'm a sugar?

So, uh, from that you make a living?

No complaints.

Wish I could say the same.

Why can't you?

Cheat your lunch yet?

Try the blintzes.

Waiter.

Having trouble with
your new partner so soon?

Who partner? What partner? Waiter!

I'm writing a series of
articles on Victor Cobalt.

Now, look, mister, I'm a salesman. Don't
bother me with politics. I got tired blood.

I checked with the banks.

They turned you down
for a loan, didn't they?

Suddenly, Victor Cobalt's
son starts working for you.

Put two and two together, what do you get?

Heartburn.

Maybe you'd rather we should have made a
little fire for the insurance company.

You really think you borrow money
from Cobalt? That's the end of it?

Look, Mr. Marino, I'm a grandfather.

I know what you're
talking about. I'm not stupid.

I'm just too old to be a hero.

You're also too young to be dead.

Yes.

Yes, Mr. Cobalt.

Our new partner thinks
that Keystone Trucking

will give us better service from now on.

Maybe he wants you to
change your wife, too?

Tell him no.

Uh, Mr. Cobalt, uh, We would
like to take it under advisement.

Okay.

Yes.

Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Cobalt.

Thank you.

What's the beef this time?
Am I using too many pins?

Yes.

I wish you'd give me a fighting chance
sometime to present my side of the case.

Is there a case?

Look, I know how my father made his
money, but he's been a good father to me,

the best he knew how,
and I appreciate that.

But he doesn't own me,
body and soul. Now, I want to

be judged for what I am.
Is that too much to ask?

No.

All right.

Put down the needle and
talk to me over a table.

OK.

Tonight, right after work, cocktails?

And look, do me a favor, will you?

Just relax.

Whenever a man says that to me, his
next move is for the light switch.

You enjoyed the bait?

Okay, now enjoy the hook.

Keystone wants 12 cents more
of garment than city transfer.

He's out of his stupid head.

I'd call Keystone and tell
him to go chase themselves

till they come down to a sensible price.

You want to tell this to Victor Cobalt?

Here's the phone.

Here, go ahead.

Or maybe you want to try and sell a
shipment of frocks with paint stains on them.

Or have two sluggers waiting in your
garage when you come home tonight. Well,

we'll just have to absorb the
extra cost. It's not so much.

It's these nickel and
dime items that represent

our profits. Am I right, Nelson? Right.

All right, so we'll just have to raise
our prices, that's all. Oh, sure, sure.

Pass it on to the consumer.
Next week it'll be 60 cents.

Where do you stop it?

Ready to go?

Don't hold your breath, Junior.

Your father just made
us a very nice present.

Well, what are you
looking at? What do you want?

Can I talk to you alone for a moment, Dad?

Do you know Judge Palmer?

All right, boys.

Judge Palmer, if you don't mind.

Thank you.

What's the matter with you?

You remember my 16th
birthday? You took me to Las Vegas.

You put me at the roulette
table, gave me $1,000 worth of chips,

for in a half hour I
won $3,000 all on my own.

I was so proud of myself.

Until I found out you had the whole
thing rigged just to give me a treat.

And I wasn't really as
clever as I thought I was.

Get to the point. The judge isn't
going to wait around all night.

Oh, yes, he will. He'll wait
as long as you tell him to.

But I think you know the point already.

Dad, look, I know, maybe P&S Fox is just a

small part of a larger
organization to you.

But if I'm going to run it, I
want to see it show a profit. Dad,

I'm 25 years old now. You don't have to
fix the roulette table for me anymore.

Big enough to make it on your
own now. I didn't say that, Dad.

I appreciate everything you've done,

but you've got to stop
treating me like I was still 16.

How am I doing that?

That business with Keystone.

Dad, you just don't do things
that way anymore. Oh, you don't?

Don't they teach free
enterprise competition in your school?

You're not playing for
marbles here, you know.

What's free about holding a gun
to a man's head? Now, look, Dad,

how do you think it makes me look?

Oh, you're worried about how
you look. You want to be popular.

You want people to love you.

No, I just want to be respected.
Make money. They'll respect you.

Show them you're the boss.

They'll respect you.

Oh, come on. What do you
think I was trying to urge you?

So I'm a foolish old man
because I love my son,

and I wanted to give him a little
push in the right direction. All right.

Maybe I pushed a little too hard. So
what? Was I making me a villain or something?

I'm surprised at you.

Just don't shove Keystone down
my throat, Dad. Okay. Okay. From

now on, you're on your own.

That's what you want, right?

And if Keystone is too high, you
give the contract to somebody else.

You mean that, Neil? I put you in charge.

You're in charge.

OK, Dad.

Judge wants to know if you still want him.

Let him knock his head
against the wall a couple of times.

Maybe then he'll appreciate.

What about the judge?

Hm?

Oh, get rid of him.

Uh, give him, you know, the mink coat.

Tell him his wife forgot it
the last time they were here.

He'll remember.

You just don't do things that way anymore.

You're sure?

Well, I'll call up
City Transfer right now.

Hello, dear, get me... Wait a minute.

Maybe you better talk
to Keystone first, huh?

Give me Keystone, please.

Let me talk to Al.

Al, this is Neil.

You know our contract is off, don't you?

Yeah, okay, kid.

You too, huh?

When's our first shipment of
Rogers and Stanley ready to go?

Well, it's supposed to be this afternoon.

It better be ready or we can forget
about the whole order. Take it easy, Ben.

I'll check with Capone right now.

That boy is working out all right.

I tell you, if you have to take poison,
it's good to be friends with the antidote.

You think old man Cobalt's gonna
let somebody put a finger in his eye?

Even his own son?

Well, he told him to go ahead, didn't he?

He told him.

Then he...

Some fathers, the only way
they know how to teach a kid

he can't fly is let him
fall off the roof by himself.

Well, like we used to say
in school, it's been a gas.

Like we used to say in Hemingway.

Oh, thou art much woman.

Hey, you're not going to send me
home without a cup of coffee, are you?

Neil.

I can't go this route many more times.
Not if it's going to be just for laughs.

What makes you think... No, no.

Look, last year when Ben
hired me for this job, he, uh,

he wasn't getting along
too well with his wife.

I guess he had some notions of
holding hands under the table with me.

Well, why not? I mean, he
didn't invent the game.

I guess that was a great
disappointment to him. I mean,

everything except the designs.

But at least he didn't turn savage on me.

I preferred a good
season to a bad romance.

You weren't up for grabs.

I guess they just found
out I get bored easily.

Are you bored with me? No.

I'm not bored with you.

I don't know what you could have
had, and somewhere inside here,

I think there's a decent
man screaming to get out.

I'm afraid of that.

If you ask me, John, I went to
Malden to pick up some rayon.

Just a minute.

He, uh, he wants to talk to you.

Yeah?

Are you positive?

Now look, Ben, please don't go jumping
to conclusions. It must be a mistake.

You wouldn't do a thing like that to me.

All right, all right. Listen, I'll call
him up right now. I'll call you back.

He told you what happened?

Yeah.

Well, it's a mix-up.

He told me plain as day.
Go ahead. Sure, a mix-up.

Somebody else's truck was
supposed to be burned, not ours.

Not our shipment to Rogers, Stanley. No,
we're protected. Let me talk to my father.

He sure gives you a
lot of rope, doesn't he?

Dad? You know what I'm calling about?

The truck, yeah.

Is that how you let me on my own?

Just another little push in
the right direction, huh?

Well, look, I'm telling you this.

I'm through being pushed by anybody. Neil,

will you listen a minute to a tired
old man who happens to be your father?

Now, look, you come and
have dinner with me tonight,

and we'll talk this over
calmly like two adults.

What do you say?

Well, bring her along. She can
watch a movie while we talk.

I won't keep you all night, I promise.

Don't you ever go out with anybody else!

All right, boy.

Suppose a young man has
to try everything once.

All right, 8.30 then.

Yeah.

Was all that for my benefit?

My father has a bad heart.

Do you think that I would
talk to him that way just

to impress a woman unless
I was in love with her?

Dinner tonight at 8.30 at my
father's house, both of us.

He invited me?

I'm inviting you. I think it's time
he met the woman I'm going to marry.

Not tonight.

Why not? Not this way.

Look, Neil, this is the most
important announcement of my life,

and I'm not going to let you use this
as a stick to beat your father with.

It just broke your heart to see me
stand on my own two feet, didn't it?

Huh?

Some boys you can teach with a lecture,

some boys you can only teach with a shot
in the mouth. I'm paying you a compliment.

You know what you've done to me?

For the first time in my
life, someone trusted me.

It's the girl, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

A congratulations, in order?

You'll be the first one to know.

You're serious about this
old maid designer, aren't you?

Can't you see what she's playing you
for? A fat alimony paid for by the old man?

It won't cost you a
penny, I guarantee you that.

Neil.

Neil, I want to tell you something.

As one grown man to another.

Women are a wonderful thing.
They can make a man very happy,

like your dear mother
may she rest in heaven.

Or they can make him very
miserable, too, if you let them.

Neil, I beg you.

Have all the fun you want,

but don't let this broken-down
art student from Greenwich Village

crawl into your brain or your pocket.

I love this girl.

And if she will have me, I'll marry her.

Oh, so that's the payoff, is it?

After all the love and dreams
and hopes I invested in you,

the empire scratched together
with these two hands for you.

To have you now spit in my face over a
pencil pusher that doesn't make $200 a week.

Neil, this is yours, all of it.

How much longer do you think I have?

Sure. That's your idea of love, isn't it?

Well, I'm sorry, Dad.

I guess I'm just one investment you're
gonna have to write off as a tax loss.

You'll be sure to tell
your accountant, won't you?

Listen, Neil, with all due respect,

you think a man like
your father is going to let

a bunch of dressmakers
play games with him?

Get me Keystone.

Ben, will you give me a chance?

Look, we burned our fingers once already.

Isn't that enough?

Hello, Al.

This is Ben Payton.
What do you bet they just

doubled their rates?
Yeah. Yeah, listen, Al.

Tell me, what's the deal?

What do you mean 52 cents a garment?

Yeah, but didn't you say...
But you said you... All right.

All right.

What are you going to do?

Cut off your nose?

I'd like to talk to you about Neil.

Why ask me?

Who else would know how
Ben and Charlie feel about

you running around with the Crown Prince?

I'm going with him.
I'm not running around.

So far, no complaints.
Any further questions?

Oh, come on. You can't be that naive.

Cobalt didn't put his son into your
little firm just to keep him off the street.

Whatever the reason,
Neil's been on the level with

us. If you don't believe
me, you can ask Charlie.

Charlie's been avoiding me.

Probably Cobalt or one of his
pistoleros gave him the word.

Oh, it's a nice family.

I'm marrying the son, not the father.

Think so?

I guess you told me what I
wanted to know after all.

Go ahead.

Put words in my mouth.

Tell your readers what an evil man I am.

I've had my name in the papers before.

It doesn't mean a thing. If
you want to quote me, just say,

I think this is the greatest country in
the world for making an honest dollar.

You can't touch me, because
the great unwashed who read

that yellow rag are
yours. They want it that way.

You hear them screaming?

You're the only one who's screaming. Yeah?

Must be a lonely job, being
a voice in the wilderness.

There are compensations.

I've seen you in
operation before, Mr. Cobalt.

In laundries, vending
machines, hotels, restaurants.

Always start off like Santa Claus.

Until you get one foot in the door.

Then it's swallow up one company,
undercut the whole industry, bust up the unions.

Is that your plan for the
garment industry, Mr. Cobalt?

Set it to music, you'll make the top ten.

Remember one thing. I got a
big investment in that firm,

so don't get any ideas
that I'm going to play dead

because a certain
newspaper hack wants to bury me.

You want a story, a good story?

Find it.

I have, Mr. Carpenter.

My assistant was almost
killed in that truck.

You're breaking my heart.

But he learned enough,
so it won't happen again.

And there are some guys that never learn.

Oh, I don't know.

Your son seems to be
getting some pretty good lessons.

Leave Neil out of this.

He can take care of himself.

Miss Holland tells me that's
just what he's trying to do.

That way.

You've got everyone in
your pocket, haven't you?

Everybody but the one person
in the world who means it.

There it is. I'll find my way out.

What's this?

Cancelations?

No, marriage proposals.

Just passed the extra cost on down the
line, huh? What's another 52 cents, huh?

Only we forgot one little item.

We forgot it, and our
partner, Mr. Cobalt, forgot it.

Out-of-town buyers read
Marino's column, too. That Marino.

I thank heaven there are people like him.

At least to give the rest
of the industry a warning.

Yes, even if it hurts.

Idealist.

You're still going to be talking that
way at the bankruptcy hearing? Sir,

we lost the Roger Stanley account.

Oh, we're not going to go bankrupt, no.

We're just going to lower
our prices and absorb the

loss, aren't we?
Please, don't kill yourself.

Oh, you can be sure Victor
Cobalt's accountant's got it figured

out to the penny how much
milk the cow is good for.

Well, he'll let us live. Sure, why
not? He'll even pay us a living wage.

Just as long as we keep giving milk. For
him, for him, for him. Please, Charles.

So for this, you kill yourself all season?

For this?

To wind up in the end with nothing in
your pocket but a dirty handkerchief?

All right, all right. What do
you want me to do, cut my throat?

I'm bleeding already.
Believe me, the next time

I need a hundred
grand, I'll go rob a bank.

At least I'll get a fair trial.

One thing we can do. What?

Or I can, anyway.

What, what?

Charlie, please, don't
do anything foolish.

Mr. Marino, Charlie
Schatz. Charlie, don't.

I can meet you someplace
this evening. Charlie, please.

Someplace quiet, huh?

Maybe up here in the office.

In your office. Fine, Mr. Schatz.

8 o'clock, all right? 8 o'clock.

Charlie, please,
what's the matter with you?

It's not enough you got a purple heart
for your son who died on Normandy Beach.

You have to be a hero, too?

Charlie!

Nelson, call the Internal Revenue.

Find out how we can get ourselves
incorporated as a non-profit business. Yes, sir.

Charlie, please! This is dangerous!

This is Nelson.

Mr. Schatz and Mr. Marino are meeting
at 8 o'clock tonight here at the office.

Yes.

Well, you're early.

They don't let you leave even for a
minute. Turn that down, will you?

Yeah?

Oh, it's you, Marino.

All right, boy reporter,
so what's the hot scoop?

What?

What?

Turn that off!

Oh, the dogs.

The dirty, lousy, filthy, rotten dogs!

Listen, Marino, you're still
there? All right, you stay there.

I got a couple interesting little
documents in my safe I want to turn over to you.

Yeah, at least enough to teach
the rest of the industry a lesson.

All right.

Ben, what is it?

Charlie.

They killed him.

Good time, Charlie.

He always laughed as if
his stitches hurt him.

Ben, you're not going to get
involved, are you? Involved?

Ben!

Ben!

Please, please!

Yeah?

Turn on the 11 o'clock news.

Charlie Schatz was murdered tonight.

The police don't know by whom.

But we do.

Don't we?

No, no, no!

We gotta protect our business.

And I told you to keep
your bloody hands out

of the... Don't tell
me what... No, not you!

What are you?

You just had a man killed,
and you sit here playing games.

What kind of man are you? Neil.

I can't get through to
you. And you know why?

Because you don't
understand any way except your own.

Now you stay out of our lives.
It's the girl. The girl, isn't it?

Neil!

I'm losing my boy.

What a wonderful boy I'm losing.

Get the car.

Paul, glad I caught you.
You'd better get down here fast.

I've been watching Cobalt all day.

He just came calling on his future
daughter-in-law and he didn't bring flowers.

Oh, thank you.

Not good for my liver, if
you'll pardon my frankness.

By all means.

Let's have a little frankness around here.

May I really be quite open with you?

Be my guest, Dad.

What, are you being witty?

Where is the last refuge of the spinster?

I just made that up.

You're a good-looking woman, Miss Inez.

Does my son really appeal
to you in a serious way?

He's got possibilities.

As a husband or ex-husband, with the old
man kicking in with a nice settlement,

you'll forgive my frankness.

That's the only kind of
relationship you understand, isn't it?

I'm an old man, Miss Inez.

I've learned that every woman
needs a little mask to hide behind.

Also, that every mask has its price.

You've got me curious. How
much do you think mine is worth?

I would say about 15,000 a year
for as long as your looks hold out.

Let's say two, three more years.

Thank you.

To get along with me, one
must be as realistic as I am.

What's the dream?

Come again? Oh.

To be a Hausfrau in Westchester, another
Claire McArdle, a seal Chapman, a Mr. Mort.

You want your own salon, you're
talking to the man who can make it possible.

My, my, aren't we the proper
Victorian daddy offering to pay off

a painted woman to take her
hooks out of his innocent son?

Neil's not innocent.

I won't dispute the rest.

Touché.

But no deal.

Yeah, quite certainly.

No deal!

I'll wait in the car.

Call the police. He can't get very far.

Who was it?

Who do you think?

Neil!

Neil, don't go down there!

Why?

He isn't worth it.

He is to me.

He's my father.

You all right?

Come out of there, Dad, huh?

Come out of there or I'll tear you out.

I wish I could expose you.

So Harry was right. You know what he said?

Your father's no good. From
now on, stay out of my life.

I don't need you or your business or
your money. I don't need your love.

There are many ways in which a
man's life can be snuffed out.

Noisily by a bullet,
quietly by a broken heart.

This would not be the last attempt
to swallow up the garment industry.

It will take constant watching,

even after the power has been turned
off in the factory lofts and the busy,

noisy crowd has gone
home for another night.