A billion dollars earns seventeen million dollars a month sitting in abank vault. He could buy a Matisseevery day and never spend it all.
CHACE:
I don't think this is about moneyfor Mr. Getty.
GAIL:
I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was your first day on the job.
CHACE:
Ma'am, I've had to bargain with alot of rich people. Sheikhs, sultans, emirs. The one thing I've realizedis that money is never just money.
It always stands for something.
Usually it stands for the one thingthey've never had. Until you knowwhat that thing is you're just beatingyour head against the bricks.
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CHACE (CONT'D) (a beat) Look, I don't blame you. You came here for seventeen million dollars and instead you got me. But I'm the one who has the old man's ear, andI'm offering to help you.
GAIL:
I'm not leaving until I speak to himface-to-face.
BULLIMORE (O.S.) I'm afraid Mr. Getty has alreadydeparted the estate.
Gail turns. Through the window, we see Getty's limousinedriving through the front gates, and away.
BULLIMORE (CONT'D) He is traveling on business, and itis uncertain when he will return.
Gail stares out the window, her back to us, visibly trembling.
Bullimore brings Chace's coat and hat.
CHACE:
I'm sure you'll want to be gettingback to Rome on the next flight out.
I'm headed there myself. I can offer you a ride to the airport.
BULLIMORE:
I'll dial a taxicab straight away.
Gail is silent. Finally she turns. Her voice is icy:
GAIL:
You're both much too kind.
CUT TO:
THE TRUNK OPENS:
revealing a cloudless blue sky. Two men step into frame.
One is stout, bearded, chubby-cheeked. He smokes a cigarwith an air of authority. This is CHIPMUNK.
其中一个身材魁梧，留着胡须，脸颊圆胖。他抽烟时带着一副权威的样子。我是CHIPMUNK。
The other is rough but handsome, with the style that eventhe poorest of Italians somehow manage. This is CINQUANTA.
They gaze at us as you would at a rug that needs moving.