B.J., are you there?
We'd all love to know what possessed
Switcher to create such a window display.
Did you see those crowds
gaping on the sidewalk?
It's an embarrassment!
Never you fear, your Hollywood is here.
Rumor Control has it that the board
wants to fire your little behind.
You let me in there at those so-and-sos.
I'll straighten them out, tout de suite.
How can they think of firing you?
They're business people.
They won't appreciate an emotional appeal.
You're right.
I was hoping to avoid this,
but this is an hour of desperation.
This is not the way to approach this, okay?
You don't think so?
Please don't tell anyone
you saw me dressed like this.
I have a reputation to uphold.
My lips are sealed.
I appreciate this demonstration.
That's it! A demonstration!
I'll create a media event.
Call the newspaper, boys and girls.
The headline will read:
"If Jonathan is fired, Hollywood flies."
Excuse me while I step out
onto the window ledge.
No!
Come on.
-I'm sorry.
-It's okay.
-I do get carried away sometimes.
-No, not you.
That Richards, he gives men a bad name!
No! Mr. Richards
said he was gonna fix everything for me.
What arrogance!
That worm of a stock boy has created
an affront to the dignity of this store.
I'll have it taken down immediately...
...and make sure that lunatic
never works in this town again.
What say,
shall we move on to the sale to Illustra?
Just a minute, Mr. Richards.
I believe we're onto something here.
Maybe people will come to see
our bold, new window displays.
If they come to look, they'll stay to buy.
With all due respect,
Mrs. Timkin, it's a little late for that.
And we do have the firm offer from Illustra.
For one tenth the value of the store!
Besides, I can't bear the thought
of selling this place...
...especially to that awful B.J. Wert.
We know how much
the store means to you, ma'am...
...but, 10 percent is better than bankruptcy.
I think Mrs. Timkin is right.
I move we postpone the sale for six weeks.
I second the motion.
All in favor?
All opposed?
This meeting is adjourned.
-Harris, would you bring Mr. Switcher in?
-What? No, wait.
I think--
Good news.
We've not only decided to keep you on...
...but I'm promoting you
to visual merchandiser.
You're kidding! That's great!
What is it?
Just keep doing what you did last night
and you'll be fine.
I'm not sure I can do it again.
Last night might have been
a one-time inspiration.
Don't doubt yourself. Go with it. Feel it.
You're doing the job you were meant to do.
You must lead a charmed life.
It was all I could do
to save your skin in here.
No thanks are necessary.
Good evening, Mr. Richards, sir.
Listen, that new stock boy,
Switcher, has been promoted.
He'll be doing windows at night.
Just keep an eye on him for me.
Do you suspect pilferage, sir?
I'd be happy to strip-search him.
You people that work at night scare me.
I just want you to let me know
what he's up to, how he works.
Yes, sir. His M.O.
Would you like that in a written report?
You write?
No. Rambo does.
-Just watch him.
-Yes, sir.
Come on, Rambo.
We have got ourselves a mission.
Jesus Christ, Rambo!
Hi, it's me! Jonathan, remember?
I guess it was just temporary insanity.
"O ye of little faith."
You're back! I thought--
You remind me of my old boyfriend, Chris.
He didn't have any confidence, either.
-Chris? Who's Chris?
-Just a sailor.
I told him that the world was round
and I never saw him again.
Christopher Columbus? You knew him?
So, you didn't come here directly
from Edfu?
No. I tried out different times and places
but none of them ever seemed right.
You didn't happen
to run into Michelangelo?
Michelangelo. Yes!
He wasn't very interested in me.
He was involved
with some guy named David.
-Come on.
-Were you there?
Mrs. Timkin loved what you did last night,
but they think I did it.
They want me
to keep doing brilliant windows.
-You've gotta help me.
-Of