Demolition

(PIANO MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

D'you mind if I turn this down?

No.

You're on with Phil.

Davis. Where are we with the Lightyear deal?

The banks won't budge, you know.

They're claiming regulations as an excuse.

Same thing they did with Haskell Athletic.

Yeah, yeah... What, they want more cushion?

Yup. 5%.

All right, very good. Is my daughter with you?

Hey, Dad.

Hey, your mother's upset. Why aren't you talking?

That's between me and Mom.

Well, you should call. She's hard-headed.

Well, I guess that's where I get it from.

Well, we'll talk it out on Sunday at dinner, okay?

Okay. Bye, Dad. All right love. Bye-bye.

Have you looked at the refrigerator yet?

Huh? The refrigerator?

Yeah. The box in our kitchen that keeps things cold.

Yeah.

No. Uh, what about it?

It's leaking... It's been leaking for two weeks.

The refrigerator's leaking.

Please don't do that thing where you

repeat part of what I said

so I'll think you're paying attention.

I'm not doing anything.

The refrigerator's leaking, I didn't notice.

Can't you just fix it?

Your father gave you those tools.

I have tools?

Yes. From two Christmases ago.

"Not my chair, not my problem."

Is that what you say?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Davis...

Davis...

She's gone.

The machine over there? Uh, my candy's stuck.

It happens sometimes.

Do you have a key or something we can open it up with?

The machine doesn't belong to the hospital.

It's a vending company.

Davis, it's Mom and Dad.

We tried your cell phone but we...

We can't get a hold of you, and then...

Oh, honey...

We're... We're coming, son.

You have one saved message.

Hey, it's me, your mailbox was full.

There's supposed to be a package delivered,

so if you beat me home, answer the doorbell, okay?

Love.

Oh, honey...

Yeah! Again! Again! Again?

Dear Champion Vending Company, comma.

This letter is in regards to

a poor vending experience at St. Andre's...

No, wait.

In regards to vending machine number 714

located in the intensive care unit

of Saint Andre's Hospital.

I put five quarters in the machine,

and proceeded to push B2,

which should've given me the peanut M&M'S, period.

Regrettably, it did not.

I found this upsetting as I was very hungry.

And also, my wife had died 10 minutes earlier.

I'm not saying that was your fault.

We were in a car accident.

Remarkably, I escaped without a scratch.

I'm not trying to dramatize my claim,

I just wanna be thorough.

Maybe I should start from the beginning.

I get up every morning at 5:30.

I work in the markets

so it's important to get an early start.

Not to imply that it's any more important than, say,

a baker or a toll collector.

Those are fine, respectable jobs.

I just mean that I commute.

I catch the 7:15 out of White Plains.

It's pretty much the same crowd during the week.

John works the ground crew at Yankee Stadium.

The first time we met, he asked what I did,

and I told him...

Uh, retail mattresses.

Retail mattresses? That's amazing...

I don't know why. It just popped into my head.

I avoided him after that 'cause

I couldn't stand his hot coffee breath.

Excuse me...

I think he knew.

I never thought I'd be one of those people

who carried a briefcase.

It always reminds me of

carrying a lunch box to school.

Do they still make those?

Mister Mitchell.

Morning.

Julia's father is a founding partner

at the investment firm I work at.

Nepotism in its truest form.

He started grooming me when I was 27.

I hate that word.

Monkeys groom.

Wavin' at you from over here. Can you see me, buddy?

It's a small firm,

but we handle quite a bit of money.

I don't wanna say how much,

'cause I think it would be inappropriate.

Just look over where the money is.

Okay, it's $6 billion.

Emerging markets, infrastructure,

power plants, telecom, SeaWorld,

windshield wipers... Mmm-hmm.

You name it. Doesn't matter what industry.

We buy 'em cheap, and we sell it for a bundle.

But none of it's real.

Nothing to hold in my hands.

It's all just numbers.

Computer codes being transferred

electronically through the air.

Right in front of us.

The French poet, Paul Valery,

was right when he said,

"The future isn't what it used to be."

Phil Eastwood. My father-in-law.

F-I-L. Phil.

I think the acronym is hysterical.

I know Phil is spelled with a P-H,

but it still makes me laugh in my head.

Davis.

Bullshit.

I met Julia at a party.

Who put that goddamn chair there?

Not my chair...

Not my chair, not my problem, that's what I say.

A mutual friend said she thought I was hot.

I returned the compliment.

...I like things with seashells and seahorses

on 'em, like blankets and towels...

We had sex about three hours later.

Forever...

Forever...

I don't think Phil liked me that much at first.

I grew up in Jersey.

I didn't come from money.

And I puked on the ice sculpture

at our engagement party.

Also, he told me once...

I don't like you, Davis.

Julia was a nice girl. A good person.

She worked with special needs children,

she snorted when she laughed

and cried every time they showed

footage of the Towers falling.

Other than that,

I don't think I knew who she really was.

She always said I didn't pay attention.

Perhaps you'll find this information irrelevant

in your deliberation of my refund,

but I think you deserve the whole story.

Sincerely, Davis C. Mitchell.

You okay?

Morning.

Morning, Amy. Is that me?

Yeah... That's it.

Great. Put this in the outgoing mail?

It's important.

I, um...

I didn't think you were coming in today,

they said you weren't...

I am so sorry, Davis.

Thank you, Amy.

When you get a minute, can I get the revenue numbers

on Alderman International?

And can you push my lunch with Bob Rice?

I got a lot of catching up to do.

Yeah...

I handed you people