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- Mr. Hamilton? - Yes?

Scarsdale is next.

Scarsdale is next.

Good day?

Mm-hmm.

- You? - Very productive.

Got the roses out in back all trimmed.

Oh, letter this morning from Sally.

Samʼs finished internship.

Starts practice next week.

Well, he should specialize. Thatʼs the only thing now.

Well, maybe he just wants to get the feel of things.

Our little girlʼs done all right.

Something wrong?

No.

That phone call last night?

What about it?

I heard you pacing around in the study afterward...

till almost 2:00.

Just a crazy prank.

Look, Emily, it was nothing.

Art? Itʼs me again.

Arthur? Arthur!

Look, I donʼt know who you are, but...

- Charlie Evans. - Stop saying that! Charlie Evans is dead.

Now, I want you to stop this, or Iʼll be forced to call the police.

Art, there are two trophies on the fireplace...

near the tennis team picture.

Pick up the phone and walk over to them.

Go ahead. You know the cord will reach.

Are you there?

Yes.

In the picture, you and I are standing with our arms...

around each otherʼs shoulder.

Weʼre both wearing the same kind of wristwatch.

- Remember, we gave them to each other after winning the doubles at Princeton? - Yes.

Okay.

Take the doubles trophy there and turn it over.

One edge of the felt is loose.

Pull it back.

ʻʻFidelis eternis.ʼʼ.

You scratched it there down in the locker room...

after we won the finals.

Remember?

With your belt buckle.

I...

I had forgotten.

I didnʼt.

It canʼt be you.

Okay, now. Listen very carefully.

- Did you get the address today? - Yes.

Good.

Youʼre to use the name ʻʻWilson.ʼʼ.

You — you canʼt be Charlie. You just donʼt come back.

Iʼm alive!

More alive than Iʼve been in the past 25 years.

Youʼve got to come tomorrow.

Arthur, listen.

If you donʼt show up, thatʼs it.

Think, for peteʼs sake!

What have you got now? What?

I donʼt know.

Tomorrow, just past noon.

Remember: Use the name ʻʻWilson.ʼʼ.

I... donʼt know.

- I wonʼt call again, buddy. -

- Charlie? -

Charlie?

- Was it that call again? - No.

Stop cross-examining me every time the phone rings.

Understand?

Perfectly.

Iʼm, uh, sorry.

Excuse me.

Youʼre excused.

Any fever?

No, just old faithful.

Make an appointment to see Dr. Hogan tomorrow, hmm?

I will.

Promise?

Promise. Thank you.

Therefore...

in view of the differential...

between your present equity...

Between your present equity and the amount necessary...

for... capitalization...

we cannot extend the loan you require.

Should your equity...

Where?

Uh, ʻʻShould your equity —ʼʼ - Oh, yeah.

Should your equity increase, do not hesitate to call on us...

for a personal reappraisal, et cetera, et cetera.

Standard closing.

Yes, sir.

My name is, uh, Wilson.

I was told to...

I was told to come here.

Look, is this the place or isnʼt it?

- - They arenʼt here anymore.

I got it wrote down.

Thank you.

Move it! Letʼs go, letʼs go! Move it down the line!

Letʼs go, you bunch of idiots!

Get that beef cut down! Letʼs go! Move it up!

Damn you guys! Letʼs get that truck going and get the meat the hell outta here!

Go on! What are you gonna do? Take all day?

Come onʼ move! Donʼt let those hooks fall off.

Come on, letʼs move it! Okay, Toddy.

Give us another truck up here. Tighten up with it, now.

Ah, Mr. Wilson.

- Letʼs go. On the truck with them. - Surely this isnʼt the...

- No, sir. Please come with me. - Letʼs go, Frank!

Move that truck off. Come on, now.

Letʼs hook it off. Hook on.

Move that beef off the line! Letʼs go!

This is costing money, you bunch of jerks!

Come on! Go! Go!

Come on, cut it down. Cut it! Cut it!

All right, come on! Move out!

Keep hooking that beef up. Cut it down. Letʼs go.

Would you step in, please, sir?

Iʼd much prefer to ride in front, if you donʼt mind.

Iʼm sorry, sir, but customers are asked to ride in the back.

Oh.

Your hat, sir. Itʼs only a short ride.

Thank you.

Weʼre here, sir.

Would you take the elevator to your left, sir?

Ah, Mr. Wilson. Will you come this way, please?

Yes.

Iʼm very sorry. Thereʼll be a short delay.

- Perhaps youʼd like tea and a sandwich. - Thank you.

All right.

Make yourself comfortable.

Here we go.

Uh, pardon me...

but could you tell me the way out of this building?

Excuse me.

I was wondering if you could tell...

Excuse me. Iʼm trying to find...

Excuse me. Iʼm trying to find my way out of the building.

I have a gentleman here who wishes to leave the building.

Yes, that would be Mr. Wilson.

Would you have him return to Mr. Rubyʼs office, please?

Mr. Ruby is waiting for him there.

They want you down at the end of the corridor again.

Yes. All right.

Thank you.

Ah, there you are, Mr. Wilson.

Come in, please.

Would you close the door?

Please, sit down.

My name is Ruby.

Iʼve been assigned to go over the circumstances of your death with you.

What? - I know this seems rather strange to you.

Thatʼs why Iʼm here. You probably have a lot of questions.

Of course, the subject might appear indelicate, but most of our clients...

Now, get this straight: I am not a client.

- Precisely, Mr. Wilson. You are not a client yet. -

Let me start by explaining...

the cost factor involved.

To begin with...

the procedure is a rather complex one.

This seems to be your supper. Oh, the chicken looks delicious.

No, thank you.

Yes, as I was saying, the cost runs...

in the neighborhood of $30,000.

I know this seems rather high, but in addition...

to the rather extensive...

cosmetic renovation by way of plastic surgery for you...

CPS has to provide a fresh corpse that perfectly matches...

your physical dimensions and medical specifications.

ʻʻCPSʼʼ?

Oh, Cadaver Procurement Section.

You sure you donʼt want this chicken?

Absolutely sure.

Oh, pity.

The next step is...

the carefully planned obliteration...

of identifiable portions of the cadaver...

before it is found.

Features, dental structure, fingerprints.

We canʼt leave anything to chance.

No, I — I guess not.

Uh, would you mind if, uh...

Please.

Thank you.

Now, there is a problem...

that the circumstances of your death must be simple.

Well, a simple accident, strangely enough...

is costly, Mr. Wilson.

The trick lies in obliterating...

just so much and no more, so that...

an identification still can be made, based on...

as I say, general dimensions...

plus a credible sequence of events...

witnesses, et cetera.

Oh, the whole thing must be very carefully staged.

We guarantee a death of this kind.

Mm, excuse me. Delicious!