arms going!
Martha.
-Martha, I have to talk to you.
-Arthur, I'm in the middle of a workout.
-I understand that--
-It's okay, Martha.
Why don't we take a break?
You look a little bit tired.
I'll be in the next room if you want me.
Of course I want him...
but it would probably kill me.
Arthur, what's happened to you?
You've changed. Are you taller?
I feel taller, Martha.
Unless, of course, you're shrinking.
You know, a few years ago,
Linda bought a scrapbook.
And she wanted
a picture of me and my father.
Now, I looked everywhere...
and I couldn't find one.
Not one of us together, you know.
We never did anything together.
We never shared anything.
Now I know I can do better, Martha,
I know that now.
I can be a better father than he was.
But I can't do anything.
I am paralyzed...
as long as Burt Johnson is on my back.
But, Arthur, I've told you before.
I can't do anything to help you.
-Martha, there must be--
-But if I were you...
and 30 years younger...
I'd try to find a man called...
Noah Curtis.
He and Burt Johnson
used to be partners in business.
Then they had some sort of a falling-out.
If Johnson has a skeleton in his closet,
Curtis would know.
Noah Curtis, Martha?
Thank you.
Mr. Bach?
I am Noah Curtis' son.
My father died last year.
After what Burt Johnson did to him...
I'll do anything to help nail that thief.
Here's a list of names of people
involved in that deal.
Thank you. I guess
you'd be in a lot of trouble...
if they knew what you were doing.
No, not really.
Then why did you want to meet me here?
I park my car right over there.
Can I give you a lift somewhere?
-No. Thank you very much.
-Bye.
You made it.
You got the stuff?
I used to live at the Waldorf-Astoria
till Burt Johnson did this to me.
I've been waiting for years...
for somebody with enough guts
to take him on.
Here it is.
Good luck.
Thank you.
Look at the beautiful skyline.
Your name, sir?
Name? Roger Basinforth Cummings III.
I'm sorry, buddy.
This is a private Christmas party.
-Merry Christmas to you, though.
-Merry Christmas.
Neil, Pat.
-I can't believe you came in from Texas.
-We're happy to be here.
-You've lost some weight.
-About 20 pounds.
Robin, how are you?
Thank you. Same to you.
Mr. Johnson, it's a wonderful party!
How are you? You're looking beautiful.
Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.
-Daddy.
-Sunshine girl.
-You did a beautiful job.
-Thank you. I'm glad you like it.
We have so many friends.
Burt, how the hell are you? You look great.
Arthur, what are you doing here?
I brought you a gift, Burt.
Is there somewhere we can talk?
I think so. You follow me.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
So you've finally come to your senses.
We'll resolve this quickly.
Then you can get a shave, clean up,
and join the party.
It must have been awful out there,
alone in the cold.
I was out there in the cold,
but I wasn't alone.
-Arthur.
-Susan.
I knew you'd come.
I don't think I've ever seen you
while I'm sober.
You have a very beautiful face
when it isn't going in and out of focus.
-Now Arthur says he has a gift for me.
-What is it, Arthur?
It's a little gift you might not like.
The Carlyle-Swinson buyout.
The fraud, the extortion, it's all here.
I've got Earl Swinson's notes...
financial records, everything.
Have a read. You might love it.
My, my, my.
That's very interesting.
You've certainly done your homework.
I don't want to send you to jail.
I just want what's mine...
plus a couple more of those
hors d'oeuvres, which are scrumptious.
Arthur, what's this all about?
Sunshine, don't you worry about anything.
Why don't you rejoin the party?
No. I think I'll stay.
Burt, we're waiting for you
to make the big toast.
Frankie, Morty, come on in here.
I want you to meet Arthur Bach,
Stanford's boy.
-The asshole?
-That's right.
Arthur has just told me
a very amusing story.
By the way, these gentlemen
are on my board of directors...
so