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hey're　shooting　the　first　scene　today。〃
　Dalton's　face　turned　red　with　anger。　〃e　off　it；　Jonas。　Get　down　to　business。　For　the　past　month　and　a　half；　all　you　been　doin'　is　spending　time　at　that　goddam　studio。　While　you're　jerkin'　off　with　that　lousy　picture；　we　got　to　find　ourselves　a　plane　to　build。　If　we　don't；　the　whole　industry　will　get　ahead　of　us。〃
　I　stared　at　him；　unsmiling。　〃As　far　as　I'm　concerned；〃　I　said；　〃we　have　one。〃
　〃You're　not…　〃　he　said　incredulously；　〃you　don't　mean　you're　goin'　to　take　a　chance　with　this？〃
　I　nodded；　then　turned　to　Morrissey。　〃You　can　start　building　the　plane　right　away。〃
　〃Wait　a　minute；〃　Dalton　snapped。　〃If　you　think　ICA　is　going　to　foot　the　bill；　you're　crazy。　Don't　forget　I　own　half　of　the　stock。〃
　〃And　Cord　Explosives　owns　the　other　half；〃　I　said。　〃Cord　Explosives　also　holds　over　half　a　million　dollars　of　mortgages　on　ICA　planes；　most　of　which　are　past　due　right　now。　If　I　foreclosed　on　them；　I'd　wind　up　owning　all　of　Inter…Continental　Airlines。〃
　He　stared　at　me　angrily　for　a　moment；　then　his　face　relaxed　into　a　grin。　〃I　shoulda　known　better；　Jonas。　I　shoulda　learned　my　lesson　when　I　lost　that　Waco　to　you　in　the　poker　game。〃
　I　smiled　back。　〃You're　a　great　flier；　Buzz。　You　stick　to　flying　and　leave　the　business　end　to　me。　I'll　make　a　rich　man　out　of　you　yet。〃
　He　reached　for　a　cigarette。　〃O。K。；〃　he　said　easily。　〃But　I　still　think　you're　nuts　to　build　this　plane。　We　could　lose　our　shirt　on　it。〃
　I　didn't　answer　as　we　walked　out　to　my　car。　There　was　no　use　explaining　to　Buzz　the　simple　rules　of　credit。　ICA　would　order　twenty　of　these　planes　from　Cord　Aircraft。　The　two　panies　would　then　give　chattel　mortgages　on　them　to　Cord　Explosives。　And　Cord　Explosives　would　discount　those　mortgages　at　the　banks；　even　before　the　planes　were　built。　The　worst　that　could　happen；　if　the　plane　was　no　good；　was　that　Cord　Explosives　would　end　up　with　a　whopping　tax　deduction。
　I　got　into　the　car。　〃Good　luck　with　the　picture！〃　Buzz　yelled　after　me　as　I　pulled　away。
　
　I　turned　into　the　main　gate　at　the　Norman　studios。　The　guard　looked　out　and　waved　me　on。　〃Good　morning；　Mr。　Cord；〃　he　called。　〃Good　luck；　sir。〃
　I　smiled　and　drove　toward　the　parking　lot。　There　was　a　small　marker　with　my　name　on　it。　MR。　CORD。　They　didn't　miss　a　trick　when　it　came　to　sucking　ass。　There　was　a　reserved　table　with　my　name　on　it　in　the　executive　dining　room。　I　also　had　a　private　bungalow　with　a　suite　of　offices　and　two　secretaries；　a　liquor　cabinet　stocked　to　the　brim；　an　electric　refrigerator；　a　private　can　and　shower；　a　dressing　room；　a　conference　room　and　two　secretarial　offices　in　addition　to　my　own。
　I　went　through　the　back　door　of　my　bungalow　and　directly　into　my　office。　I　wasn't　at　the　desk　more　than　a　moment　when　one　of　the　secretaries　came　in。　She　stood　in　front　of　the　desk；　looking　very　efficient　with　her　notebook　and　pencil。　〃Good　morning；　Mr。　Cord；〃　she　said　brightly。　〃Any　dictation？〃
　I　shook　my　head。　You'd　think　by　this　time　she'd　know　better。　For　the　past　five　weeks；　this　had　been　going　on　every　morning。　I　never　write　anything　…　messages；　memos；　instructions。　If　I　want　anything　written；　I　call　McAllister。　That's　what　lawyers　are　for。
　The　telephone　on　my　desk　buzzed。　She　picked　it　up。　〃Mr。　Cord's　office。〃　She　listened　a　moment；　then　turned　to　me。　〃They've　pleted　rehearsal　on　Stage　Nine。　And　they're　ready　for　their　first　take。　They　want　to　know　if　you'd　like　to　e　down。〃
　I　got　up。　〃Tell　them　I'm　on　my　way。〃　
　Stage　Nine　was　at　the　far　end　of　the　lot。　We　built　the　New　Orleans　set　there　because　we　figured　it　was　quieter　and　there　wouldn't　be　any　interfering　sounds　ing　across　from　the　other　stages。　I　began　to　hurry　along　the　brick　paths；　cursing　the　distance；　until　I　saw　a　messenger's　bicycle　leaning　against　one　of　the　executive　bungalows。　A　moment　later；　I　was　pedaling　like　mad　down　the　path。　I　heard　the　messenger　start　yelling　behind　me。
　I　pulled　around　to　front　of　Stage　Nine　and　almost　clashed　into　a　man　opening　the　door。　He　stood　there　and　looked　at　me　in　shocked　surprise。　It　was　Bernie　Norman。　〃Why；　Mr。　Cord；〃　he　said。　〃You　didn't　have　to　do　that。　You　could　have　called　for　a　car　to　bring　you　down　here。〃
　I　leaned　the　bike　against　the　wall。　〃I　didn't　have　time；　Mr。　Norman；〃　I　said。　〃They　said　they　were　ready　to　start。　It's　my　money　and　my　time　they're　spending　in　there。〃
　They　were　ready　to　play　the　first　scene；　the　one　where　Max；　as　a　young　man；　is　having　his　first　interview　with　the　madam　of　the　fancy　house。　That　wasn't　the　opening　of　the　picture；　but　that's　the　way　they　shoot　them。　They　make　all　the　interior　scenes　first；　then　the　exteriors。　When　it's　all　finished；　an　editor　splices　it　together　in　its　proper　sequence。
　The　actress　playing　the　madam　was　Cynthia　Randall；　Norman's　biggest　female　star。　She　was　supposed　to　be　the　sexiest　thing　in　the　movies。　Personally；　she　didn't　do　a　thing　for　me。　I　like　my　women　with　tits。　Two　make…up　men　and　a　hairdresser　were　hovering　over　her　as　she　sat　in　front　of　the　dressing　table　that　was　part　of　the　set。
　Nevada　was　standing　over　in　the　other　corner；　his　back　to　me；　talking　to　Rina。　He　turned　around　as　I　came　up　and　a　chill　ran　through　me　as　memory　dragged　up　a　picture　of　him　from　my　childhood。　He　looked　even　younger　than　he　did　when　I　first　saw　him。　I　don't　know　how　he　did　it；　even　his　eyes　were　the　eyes　of　a　young　man。
　He　smiled　slowly。　〃Well；　Junior。　Here　we　go。〃
　I　nodded；　still　staring　at　him。　〃Yeah；〃　I　said。　〃Here　we　go。〃
　Somebody　yelled；　〃Places；　everybody！〃
　〃I　guess　that　means　me；〃　Nevada　said。
　Rina's　face　was　turned　toward　the　set；　a　rapt　expression　in　her　eyes。　A　man　pushed　past　carrying　a　cable。　I　turned　away　from　him　and　almost　bumped　into　another　man。　I　decided　to　get　out　of　the　way　before　I　did　any　damage。
　I　wound　up　near　the　sound　booth。　From　there　I　could　see　and　hear　everything。　Now　I　knew　why　pictures　cost　so　much　money。　We　were　on　our　eleventh　take　of　that　same　scene　when　I　noticed　the　sound　man　in　the　booth。　He　was　bent　over　the　control　board；　his　earphones　tight　to　his　head；　twisting　the　dials　crazily。　Every　other　moment；　I　could　see　his　lips　move　in　silent　curses；　then　he　would　spin　the　dials　again。
　〃Something　wrong　with　the　machine？〃　I　asked。　
　He　looked　up　at　me。　I　could　tell　from　his　look　he　didn't　know　who　I　was。　〃There's　nothing　wrong　with　the　machine；〃　he　said。　
　〃Something's　bothering　you？〃
　〃Look；　buddy；〃　he　said。　〃We　both　need　our　jobs；　right？〃　
　I　nodded。
　〃When　the　boss　tells　yuh　to　make　somebody　look　good；　yuh　do　what　he　says　…　yuh　don't　ask　no　questions。　Right？〃　
　〃Right；〃　I　said。
　〃Well；　I'm　doin'　my　best。　But　I　ain't　God。　I　can't　change　the　sound　of　voices。〃
　I　stared　at　him；　a　kind　of　dismay　creeping　over　me。　I　had　only　Rina's　word　that　Nevada's　voice　test　had　been　O。K。　〃You　mean　Nevada　Smith？〃
　He　shook　his　head。　〃Naah；〃　he　said　contemptuously。　〃He's　O。K。　It's　the　dame。　She　es　over　so　nasal　it　sounds　like　her　voice　is　ing　out　of　her　eyeballs。〃
　The　sound　man　turned　back　to　his　machine。　I　reached　over　and　snatched　the　earphones　off　his　head。　He　turned　angrily。　〃What　the　hell's　the　idea？〃
　But　I　had　them　on　by　then　and　there　was　nothing　he　could　do　but　stand　there。　Nevada　was　speaking。　His　voice　came　through　fine　…　there　was　a　good　sound　to　it。　Then　Cynthia　Randall　began　to　speak　and　I　didn't　know　whether　to　believe　my　eyes　or　my　ears。
　Her　voice　had　all　the　irritating　qualities　of　a　cat　wailing　on　the　back　fence；　with　none　of　the　sexual　implications。　It　shivered　its　way　down　my　spine。　A　voice　like　that　could　put　an　end　to　sex；　even　in　the　fanciest　house　in　New　Orleans。　I　ripped　the　earphones　from　my　head　and　thrust　them　into　the　sound　man's　astonished　hands。　I　started　out　on　the　set。　A　man　grabbed　at　me　but　I　angrily　pushed　him　aside。
　A　voice　yelled；　〃Cut！〃　and　a　sudden　silence　fell　over　the　set。　Everyone　was　staring　at　me　with　strangely　startled　expressions。
　I　was　seething。　All　I　knew　was　that　someone　had　played　me　for　a　patsy　and　I　didn't　like　it。　I　think　the　girl　knew　why　I　was　there。　A　look　of　caution　appeared　in　her　eyes；　even　as　she　tried　to　bring　a　smile　to　her　lips。
　Bernie　Norman　hurried　onto　the　set。　A　flicker　of　relief　showed　in　her　face