No.
Do you have scars of any kind?
No.
Wipe off your lipstick.
That's much better.
Now, you understand that you'd be
under contract to me? Personally.
Do you know what that means?
Now turn around for me.
Very nice.
You move well.
You live with your family, do you?
Yes.
That's nice.
Tell me something.
How old are you, Miss Domergue?
Fifteen.
Holy Mother of God.
Well, a car picks me up
every morning at 8, and off I go.
I'm getting my high school diploma.
Howard thinks that education is important.
- That's right.
- And then, after classes...
...I'm off for elocution
and grooming and fittings.
Well, blow me down.
Pan Am's working
out of the Cocoanut Grove?
- Hello, Jack.
- Hello, Juan.
Helen, good to see you.
- How are you, Howard?
- Good, thanks.
- This is Faith Domergue.
- Sit down.
- Pleasure.
- What are you doing here?
Well, I'm out to meet
with Douglas about the DC-4.
It's our new plane, and it is
gonna be a pip, let me tell you.
- How's the Constellation coming?
- Good.
Great.
So how about letting me steal a peek?
I don't think so.
I should be cross with you.
You stole Ray Loewy from us.
- He's doing our interior design. That's right.
- He was doing ours.
So...
...what are your colors?
- Stop fishing.
So you have buttons...
...or zippers?
I'm sorry?
Buttons or zippers for the drapes
on the sleeping berths?
Zippers.
Buttons.
So I suppose you'll be
expanding on down to Mexico.
- Why do you say that?
- Well, your range is 3000 miles.
I'd imagine you'd expand from Los Angeles
to Mexico and South America.
Hey, that's a good idea.
Anyone got a pen?
Or across the Atlantic.
You've had enough of this ice cream.
You give me that spoon. You don't
wanna get your gloves all sticky.
Isn't that too far?
New York...
...to Newfoundland...
...to Ireland.
To Paris.
Well...
...Pan Am welcomes you.
We're overbooked as it is.
It's such a burden doing it all
on your own, let me tell you.
So when's the Connie gonna be ready?
- Next year maybe. DC-4?
- Next year.
Well, we look forward to her then.
And I to the Connie.
I've ordered the next 40 after you.
- It's Miss?
- Domergue.
Yes, of course. Now, was that a
rumba or a samba you were doing?
- It was a samba.
- A samba, yes.
Howard, I never knew
you were such a good dancer.
Helen, Jack.
Good going. You gave away
our entire postwar strategy.
- He can't stop us.
- He's Pan Am. He can stop anything.
Give me the largest
Scotch you got.
I don't know what in the hell you're
so damn giddy about. Excuse me.
Jack.
Get in touch with Joyce and Berg.
Those are my boys in Washington.
Set up a meeting with Jones,
secretary of commerce, old golfing buddy.
- Slow down.
- We'll need terminals in Ireland and France.
I wanna get some tax breaks.
If that ass thinks he owns the world,
he's got another thing coming.
Pan Am owns Europe.
We ought to think about Mexico.
To hell with Mexico. No airline should
have a monopoly on flying the Atlantic.
It just isn't fair.
He owns Pan Am, he owns Congress.
He owns the Civil Aeronautics Board,
but he does not own the sky.
We're in a street fight
with that son of a bitch.
I've been fighting high-hat
Ivy League pricks like him my whole life.
And listen, fire Ray Loewy.
You goddamn heard me? Fire Ray Loewy.
He's spying for Trippe.
That shitheel knew all about the buttons.
Spies in my midst, Jack.
Spies in my midst.
- Hello, Howard.
- Roland.
So...
...what can I do for you?
I want all the pictures you have
of Kate Hepburn and Spencer Tracy.
All the negatives.
And I want you to kill the story.
Howard, he's a married man.
He's a Catholic.
They're movie stars.
Fair game all around.
My office knows where I am, Howard.
I'm not gonna kill you, Roland.
I don't do that.
- How much?
- Not for sale.
How much?
Not for sale.
You ever cheat on your wife, Roland?
You ever screw a colored girl?
You ever steal anything?
You ever hurt anyone?
Good