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[Music][Music] [ Continues ]
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You're late.
:51:18
You're stunning.
:51:20
You're forgiven.
[ Laughs ]
:51:24
Shall we go to dinner ?
:51:39
- This way, Mr. Lewis.
Your party is waiting.
- Stop fidgeting.
:51:46
- Mr. Morse.
- Yes, Mr. Lewis. I'm Jim Morse.
:51:50
This fireball is my grandson,
David.
:51:55
Well, I don't know about the fireball
part, but grandson is true enough.
:51:57
I'm pleased to meet you both.
This is a friend of mine, Vivian Ward.
:52:00
- Hi. I'm really glad to meet you.
- Mr. Morse. David.
:52:04
Please, sit.
:52:11
[ Softly ]
Excuse me.
:52:15
- Where are you going ?
- I'm going to the ladies' room.
:52:21
- Upstairs, to the right.
-Okay. Excuse me.
:52:25
- Shall I order for you ?
- Yeah.
:52:29
[ Exhales ]
Please do so. Thank you.
:52:31
I'll do that.
:52:40
Mr. Lewis, my grandfather believes
the men who create a company...
:52:43
- should control its destiny.
- Where's the salad ?
:52:48
Uh, the salad comes
at the end of the meal.
:52:50
That's the fork I knew.
:52:54
[ David ]
Let me, uh, put it another way.
:52:57
Between your public statements and the
rumors flying around on this thing,