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Joe MacMillan: You've got a lot of excuses.
Cameron Howe: And you work for IBM! Hey, computers could be more. They should be. You build counting machines, the same thing you've done for the last 70 years.
Joe MacMillan: I don't work for IBM.
(scene shifts from Cardiff Electric to Gordon's garage)
Gordon Clark: (as he is disassembling the IBM PC) A personal computer, like any other computer, is just a nothing box full of electronic switches and hardware. You know, the IBM, the Altair, the Apple II, it's all the same junk. Anyone can buy all this stuff off the shelf right now. It's called "open architecture". I mean, IBM, they basically don't own anything inside the machine.
Joe MacMillan: Except the chip.
Gordon Clark: Yeah, well, except what's on the chip. The BIOS is on one of these chips; we just don't know which one. The ROM BIOS is the only part of the machine IBM actually designed. I mean, it is the program, it is the magic. The bad news is they copyrighted it, and they own how it works. The good news is there's a way around that, sort of.
Joe MacMillan: Reverse engineering.
Donna Clark: Yes, but don't you realize what you're risking?! Don't you realize what you have now?
Gordon Clark: Well, it's not enough. Okay? I'm sorry, it's not enough.
Donna Clark: Well, it always has been enough for me.
Gordon Clark: Come on, Donna, don't be like that.
Donna Clark: But I guess I never had the burden of believing that I was some misunderstood genius.
Joe MacMillan: I told them.
Joe MacMillan: Junior engineer, no experience, 20 grand.
Cameron Howe: Double it.
Gordon Clark: My wife makes 15 at TInote .
Cameron Howe: Well, then I feel sorry for her.
Cameron Howe: Look, I don't need to look at your BIOS because I'm not interested in copying garbage.
"High Plains Hardware"
Randy: (bursting into Gordon's office) Gordon, what the hell?!
Gordon Clark: You're my 11:45.
Randy: You got us milling around out there like a bunch of Frenchmen.
Gordon Clark: Randy, I'm with someone.
Randy: I'll wait in line for a Ferris wheel. I'll wait in line for a beer. But damned if I'll wait around till 11:45 to get fired by flipping you or flipping Joe MacMillan.
Floyd: Wait, you're firing me?! I'm being fired?!
Gordon Clark: Just calm down.
Randy: (hands Gordon a letter) My reference letter. And don't worry, I wrote it myself. Sign it.
Floyd: Oh, my God! I gotta call Patty!
Randy: And can I just say on behalf of a once-great company, I look forward to driving past here when the "For Lease" signs get nailed to the lawn and your little PC vision quest crashes and burns. (Randy snatches his reference letter from Gordon and walks out of Gordon's office)
Joe MacMillan: We're not going to be partners.
LouLu Lutherford: Why is that?
Joe MacMillan: Because you're a bored, poisonous dilettante with time on her hands and no taste. Two things destroy companies Mrs. Lutherford: mediocrity and making it about yourself. I think you make everything about yourself; that's why you rent your friends and repel everyone else.
(everyone sits in silence)
LouLu Lutherford: Bos, we have a deal or not?
John Bosworth: I'll have Barry draw up papers.
LouLu Lutherford: Thanks! (to Joe) You see, Joseph, it's not hard. It's just knowing your side of the saddle.
"Close to the Metal"
Joe MacMillan: Maybe you don't understand. I'm not asking you, Ron.
Ron Kane: Oh, a threat. Okay. Let me lob one back at you. If I leave, if I go, I write what I got, and we both know that ain't pretty. Other hand, let me stay, maybe I get the full story good with the bad.
Joe MacMillan: Cardiff's engineers are the best in the Silicon Prairie...
Ron Kane: That's not saying much.
Joe MacMillan: And they will find a way through this. It's a bump, that's all.
Ron Kane: Great, then I'm sure you'll want me around to see that. Or, wait, was that all bullshit?
Cameron Howe: (faintly) Uh-huh.
Donna Clark: That's a no? Okay, how about a list of files? Do you keep anything like that?
Cameron Howe: No. When you're in the flow creating something, you don't just stop for some mindless bookkeeping.
Donna Clark: Right, which is why we're here right now.
Cameron Howe: (scoffs) Who are you, anyways? Just somebody's mother? Do you have any clue what it's like to work close to the metal? Like, any idea what I've lost?
Donna Clark: Well, FYI, I am also an engineer with a degree from Berkeley who's not only created my share of code, but given birth to two real humans.
Cameron Howe: Oh, God.
Donna Clark: So yeah, I am somebody's mother and you could use one right now because, frankly, you're a mess.
Cameron Howe: Leave me alone. Go burn a bra or something.
Donna Clark: That's great. Sally Ride just went to space and here's you screwing up at work and lashing out like a child at the people trying to help you. You slept with the boss to get here. Now I know why you had to.
Cameron Howe: Oh, I'm still sleeping with him, in case you're wondering, bitch.
Donna Clark: Oh, wow. You really don't think much of yourself, do you?
Cameron Howe: (as she leaves) Go to hell.
Joe MacMillan: Is this a trick question?
Cameron Howe: Brooks' law. The Mythical Man-Month: the one useful book I read in college. Brooks said that adding programmers to speed up a software project only makes it later.
Steve: She's got a real attitude problem.
Cameron Howe: Oh! Also, I'm taking over Steve's job.
Steve: See what I mean.
Joe MacMillan: How would you know which programmers to keep? Do you even know their names?
Cameron Howe: (to the programmers) Hey! (whistles) Coder-monkeys, come here! How many of you got sucked into Adventure last night? (every programmer present raises their hand)
Steve: I knew it! She's sabotaging the project, Joe!
Cameron Howe: Okay, uh, just curious how many of you figured out what order to push the buttons in at the dam? (a few programmers raise their hand) And, how many of you got out of the cave by breaking the code? (three programmers raise their hand)
Kenneth "Yo-Yo" Engberk: I had to get home to feed my cat.
Cameron Howe: Which back doors did you use?
Malcom "Lev" Levitan: Xyzzy. Plover.
Kenneth "Yo-Yo" Engberk: Plugh.
Cameron Howe: Okay. Lev, Yo-Yo, the rest of you guys who cheated, you get to keep your jobs. Those of you who played fair and square, thank you very much, but you can go home. (Lev and Yo-Yo high five)
Joe MacMillan: Explain.
Cameron Howe: To play an honest game, you have to be good at solving puzzles. But to cheat, you have to be great at solving code. Those are the guys I need on my team; the ones who can break into the code, find the back doors, figure out "Plover" and "Xyzzy" and "Fee Fie Foe Foo" to get it done.
Kenneth "Yo-Yo" Engberk: Did you find "Fee Fie Foe Foo"?
Malcom "Lev" Levitan: No.
Joe MacMillan: Steve, I'll write you a nice letter of recommendation.
Malcom "Lev" Levitan: (just before Joe boots the machine) Let Bosworth do it.
Kenneth "Yo-Yo" Engberk: Yeah, let Bos.
Cameron Howe: Bos!
John Bosworth: Nah.
Cameron Howe: Yeah, Bos go!
(everyone in the room, aside from Joe, starts chanting "Bos")
Joe MacMillan: Yeah, all right.
John Bosworth: All right. (the crowd continues chanting until he reaches the prototype computer) Well, uh, ladies and gentlemen a time comes when well, you gotta grab your balls and jump, am I right?
(Bosworth flips the switch; after a few seconds, the words "Hello World" appear on the screen)
Everyone: (applause and cheers)
John Bosworth: (to Gordon) Hey, congratulations.
John Bosworth: Well, I appreciate that, Kenny. The pleasure is all ours. Get that plastic mold fired up ASAP, huh?
Kenny Burke: We figure with the amount of money you're spending, I can bump you to the top of the list.
John Bosworth: I appreciate that.
Kenny Burke: (to Joe) Hey, you alright there, partner?
Joe MacMillan: Long week.
Kenny Burke: Hurts, don't it? Well, at least we got to have a good time on Cardiff's dime, though, right?
Joe MacMillan: Yeah, sure. (starts to walk away)
John Bosworth: Have a good one, Kenny.
Kenny Burke: (to Joe) Hey, you know, we must'a seen 20 pretty titties. Not so much as a smile from you. What, are you queer? (Bosworth sucker punches Kenny) That is assault, John! I will press charges! I am gonna sue your ass, John! You hear me?!
John Bosworth: Can we still make it work with your guy?
Joe MacMillan: I can try.
John Bosworth: The PC program's out of money. I'm sorry to land it on you like that.
Nathan Cardiff: Wait, why am I just hearing about this? What the hell happened?
John Bosworth: Innovation is a risk.
Nathan Cardiff: I don't understand even what that means. You sound like Joe, for Christ's sake.
John Bosworth: The good news is we're weeks away from a payday. The moment we debut at COMDEX.
Nathan Cardiff: Did you strike Ken Burke tonight in the face?
John Bosworth: He insulted Ginnie.
Nathan Cardiff:' He called me up madder'n hell.
John Bosworth: I need you to personally offer us a bridge loan to get us to COMDEX.
Nathan Cardiff: Are you out of your mind?!
John Bosworth: We're gonna pay you back by the end of the year. You have no idea what these kids are making, Nathan. This could change the...this could change everything. In five years, every one of us could have one of these damn things in the house. It's not a small market we're talking about. We gotta get in the door now! I'm thinking about putting up my home. I need you to match that.
Nathan Cardiff: Match?
John Bosworth: Yeah.
Nathan Cardiff: What the hell is wrong with you? Rule number one, you don't risk your own money. You've been brainwashed, gone native. Ain't nothing worse than a businessman who's lost his compass.
John Bosworth: Hell, Nathan, you trusted me before, damn it. I was the one that got us to mainframes, didn't I?
Nathan Cardiff: Yeah, that's when you were still levelheaded, before you started burning the bridges of every business relationship that I have ever forged, and now you're dragging me out here in the middle of the night asking me to cash in my family's land? Jesus, boy!
John Bosworth: Nathan!
Nathan Cardiff: If that program is out of money, that is God saying "Good night and God bless"! Once the last dime goes, you shut it down. Pull yourself together, John. Go home to your wife.
Debbie: Wait, are you going, too? Joe said he only needed one room.
Gordon Clark: (Gordon storms into Joe's office furious) You're going to COMDEX without me?!
Joe MacMillan: It was arranged the week you were out sick. I forgot to tell you.
Gordon Clark: Bullshit you forgot to tell me!
Joe MacMillan: Cameron's not going either.
Gordon Clark: Oh, well, if Cameron's not going, then all right, then.
Joe MacMillan: Look, it's not like your role is essential.
Gordon Clark: Yeah, I only built the damn thing, Joe!!!
Joe MacMillan: COMDEX is about selling it and that is my area of expertise.
Gordon Clark: What about the demo? What if there's a glitch in the system?
Joe MacMillan: Like when you debuted the Symphonic? I was trying to avoid bringing it up, but the fact is, people still remember what happened in '81. I can't afford to have the stink from that distracting potential buyers. But if I need any troubleshooting, you're my first call.
Gordon Clark: I didn't kill myself all these months for you to get all the glory with the Giant! You plan on seeing me at booth C-23 on Monday!
Gordon Clark: Are you kidding me?!
Joe MacMillan: It's what I should've done from the start.
Gordon Clark: You go back to IBM, you go back on everything you stand for. Alright, that'll be you failing us.
Joe MacMillan: I just told you I was wrong.
Gordon Clark: I finally get it! I finally get how you operate!
Joe MacMillan: Great! Now get out of my apartment!
Gordon Clark: No, no! Throughout this whole thing, YOU needed to be in control, make every decision! You know, you had the whole company bow to YOUR will, but when you're FINALLY faced with a real opportunity to be a visionary and lead in a battle worth fighting for, you're just going to move on! You can spin a good word, Joe, you know. Even though you're not an engineer, and you're CERTAINLY no visionary, but I never thought you were a coward!
Joe MacMillan: (Joe grabs Gordon by the throat and slams him against the wall) AND YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!
Gordon Clark: Gotcha! Bring that fire to COMDEX, and we'll kill!
Joe MacMillan: COMDEX?
Gordon Clark: Think about it! How many companies had their CEO hauled off in handcuffs last week? There's over a thousand exhibitors there. It's nearly impossible to stand out in all that noise, but people will be lining up to see the train wreck that is Cardiff Electric, and when they do, we blow them away.
Joe MacMillan: But we don't have the Giant.
Gordon Clark: I stole it, took it. I got it back.
Joe MacMillan: You, you stole it?! You're crazy.
Gordon Clark: You're damn right. Eight months ago, I was a miserable sales engineer whose favorite part of the day was clocking out. Yesterday, I broke into a crime scene to steal the state-of-the-art computer that I helped create. Cameron, the brilliant programmer, months away from a college degree and a promising career in software, she dropped out, ended up hacking into the computers of a national bank. John Bosworth, Texas good ol' boy, president of the "I Hate Joe MacMillan" fan club. John Bosworth hatched a plan to embezzle thousands and thousands of dollars just to keep this project alive. You, you made us all crazy, so don't act like you suddenly found sanity!
"Up Helly Aa"
Joe MacMillan: (scoffs) Let's skip the "Two Roads in a Wood" bullshit. You're not Robert Frost. You're pawn shop hacks selling my dream under a cheap plastic mask.
Hunt Whitmarsh: (chuckles) I heard you were touchy.
Joe MacMillan: That LCD screen, where did you find it, a Taiwanese barge? Apologize, pull your product, and I'll consider not suing.
Hunt Whitmarsh: There's no upside to litigation, Joe. By the time you get in front of a jury, we'll be on our third generation. And good luck persuading them that your BIOS is such a nobler copy of IBM's than ours. We got there first. Deal with it.
Joe MacMillan: You must be proud. Hiring our sloppy seconds, pumping a competitor's wife.
Hunt Whitmarsh: That's one way to do business. The opportunity presented itself. No laws were broken. Are you telling me you'd do different?
Joe MacMillan: I'd be more careful.
Hunt Whitmarsh: Oh, please. Your SVP's under indictment, you're sleeping with your lead coder, not to mention that little incident back in Armonk. Let me see if I get this right: following an argument with your father, you ruptured a water main, flooded an entire IBM data center? Whew. Daddy musta made you pretty angry. Oh, yeah. I did my homework on you, all right. You got quite the fan club back there in New York. You recognize that number? That's your boss, Nathan Cardiff. Now, you're gonna go upstairs, you're gonna call him, and tell him that I offered you $2 million in Slingshot stock for the Giant, which is more than you're gonna get in the settlement.
Joe MacMillan: Why would we sell to you?
Hunt Whitmarsh: 'Cause that covers your R&D nut, gets you out whole as opposed to losing everything for nothing.
Joe MacMillan: Then you strip us for parts?
Hunt Whitmarsh: (sighs) There's some good ideas in that machine, Joe. Your mistake was falling in love with that precious query-based interface. Maybe it's ahead of its time, but it's a memory hog.
Joe MacMillan: We'll never sell to you.
Hunt Whitmarsh: After we sign with ComputerLand, it's academic. Take it or not. Oh, and uh, tell Donna it wasn't personal.
Joe MacMillan: I feel sorry for you, Mr. Whitmarsh. You cheated yourself. You'll never create anything of your own.
Hunt Whitmarsh: And neither will you. You seem to have forgotten, we're in the compatible business. You tried to be good; we just had to be good enough.
Macintosh Voice Synthesizer: HELLO, I AM MACINTOSH.
(everyone present is in awe; Joe stands in silence)
COMDEX Attendee: (to Joe) You okay, man? What's the matter?
Joe MacMillan: It speaks.
Joe MacMillan: I just needed the TV.
Gordon Clark: Well, first test shipment came in, and I got everybody going over with a fine tooth comb. Did you miss the Bowl yesterday?
Joe MacMillan: I taped it on VHS.
Gordon Clark: Well, the Redskins still lose, so...
Joe MacMillan: Forget about the game; watch this commercial.
(Joe plays Apple's "1984" Super Bowl advertisement)
Gordon Clark: Joe...
Joe MacMillan: Tell me that wasn't amazing? Tell me that wasn't the best piece of marketing you've ever seen in this industry?
Gordon Clark: Yeah, it was neat. The girl that looked like Cameron threw the sledgehammer through the screen and freed the weird slave people.
Joe MacMillan: They're telling the world that they're going to topple IBM.
Gordon Clark: Okay, well, I also didn't see a computer anywhere in sight. My guess is, knowing those guys, the Macintosh is all bells and whistles and zero utility. You want a toy, you buy one of those. You want a computer, you buy one of ours.
Joe MacMillan: People will buy the Giant, but will they remember it? If we delay shipping just a few months...
Gordon Clark: Absolutely not! We need to QA, give manufacturing the full green light, and ship.
Joe MacMillan: Don't you want it to be great?
Gordon Clark: Joe, we keep futzing with this thing, it's gonna end up vaporware.
Joe MacMillan: What about a graphical user interface? We could do a GUI...
Gordon Clark: Joe, be realistic. You think Cameron's OS slowed things down? We don't even have hardware that's capable of doing...
Joe MacMillan: A killer app, then. We design a phenomenal piece of software, bundle it with the machine as a suite. Gordon, what's our "Lotus 1-2-3"?
Gordon Clark: Our "Lotus 1-2-3"? It's "Lotus 1-2-3." We built an IBM-compatible machine. You wanted a computer. You have a computer. You need to sell your computer, okay? (Gordon steps out of the office)
Joe MacMillan: She really did look like Cameron.
Nathan Cardiff: (approaches Joe and shows him his check) This is your cut minus the first shipment that you burned. (tears Joe's check to shreds) You. Get. Nothing. Not one red cent. Now, you go ahead and you sue my ass if you want to, because I'd love nothing better than to tell a jury what you did here. You destroy lives. You cost dozens of good, honest people their jobs. You sent my SVP of Sales, my friend John Bosworth, to prison, and for what?! A doorstop of a computer with a fancy screen and no legacy! (sighs) Some folks say this sale's a success. I think my father would've called it cutting the nuts off of a bull and turning it into a steer!
Joe MacMillan: It's good you're getting out now.
Nathan Cardiff: What?!
Joe MacMillan: Something's coming. It's gonna be big, and it won't include this place. And it certainly won't include you.
Nathan Cardiff: You entitled little bastard! You just keep going on believing your own bullshit if you need to, but you're always gonna be the same selfish son-of-a-bitch rustler trying to get his!
Joe MacMillan: You stay healthy, Nathan.
Rick, the Fence: Bummer.
Donna Clark: We want our money back.
Rick, the Fence: Sorry, ladies.
Cameron Howe: Uh, no, 500 on the bar now.
Rick, the Fence: Come here. (he slams Cameron against the wall)
Cameron Howe: Joe!
Donna Clark: Okay! Okay, okay, we're sorry we bothered you.
Rick, the Fence: Good-bye.
Donna Clark: Okay. (as they leave the bar) Well, I think we pushed our luck about as far as it's gonna go. (Cameron reveals that she stole Rick's keys) What? How did you? (after Cameron climbs into Rick's van, Donna sees something in the back) Hey! That little shit has two brand-new XTs back here in boxes!
Cameron Howe: What?!
Donna Clark: Leave the money, just grab the gear!
Cameron Howe: Open the truck! (Donna opens the tailgate of Cameron's truck)
Donna Clark: (after Cameron grabs the first genuine XT from Rick's van) Give it to me. Okay, I got it.
Rick, the Fence: (after Cameron loads the second genuine XT and dump the knock-offs) Hey! Scavengers!
Donna Clark: (as she and Cameron speed off) Hey, you still want my number?!
Jacob Wheeler: Then you won't mind me asking you how you intend to support her. She won't accept any help from me, at least not while I'm alive. And the money she makes from writing is gonna be spread pretty thin for two.
Joe MacMillan: Don't worry, I'm considering several options.
Jacob Wheeler: What about oil?
Joe MacMillan: (chuckles) Oil's all about digging in the past. I've never been that interested.
Jacob Wheeler: Powering the world isn't interesting enough for you?
Joe MacMillan: With a glut on the horizon, innovation's bound to be slow. If I were you, I would be looking to diversify.
Jacob Wheeler: Into what?
Joe MacMillan: Something forward-looking with the potential to change everything. For me, that's still tech and will be until proven otherwise.
Jacob Wheeler: Here's what I think, Joe. I think with your checkered work history and that's the nice way of putting all the things I've heard, you don't have a whole lot of options right now, in tech or anywhere else. With your abysmal references, I think you'd have a tough time getting a job selling waffle irons. You'd really want to put yourself through all that?
Joe MacMillan: Whatever it takes.
Jacob Wheeler: I'm just stating cold facts. You won't easily get a new job. If I haven't made myself clear, I'm offering you one.
Joe MacMillan: I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not looking for charity.
Jacob Wheeler: And I'm not looking to give it.
Cameron Howe: Well, "Parallax" actually has 21 chapters, each one with a totally different world. So it's not...
Tim Bondham: Yeah, my nephew got hooked on it. That's why I took this meeting.
Cameron Howe: Cool.
Tim Bondham: But then he got bored around Chapter, uh, 13, when the giant ice squids...
Cameron Howe: Crabs.
Tim Bondham: ...ate the Eskimo palace or whatever. He said it's fun to play with other people, but the game itself you know, pfft. It's nowhere near as good as what Atari's been popping out.
Cameron Howe: I think if your nephew understood coding a little better, he'd think Parallax was pretty cool. (Donna clears her throat) Um, look, cartridge games may look better for a while, but online gaming is the future.
Tim Bondham: Only if there's a profitable way to sustain it.
Donna Clark: That's exactly right. And that's why we're here. Our network is overloaded, limiting our ability to sign up new subscribers.
Tim Bondham: How do you even know they're out there? Only 10% of Americans have computers. Only 15% of them have modems. Not to mention the fact that you're only on Commodores. I mean, how do you really know that there are enough users out there to make us all a killing?
Cameron Howe: We just do. I mean, uh, in-store inquiries, word of mouth. There's a whole world of data.
Tim Bondham: Oh, yeah, with proof like that, how can I argue with you?
Donna Clark: Look, Mr. Bondham, if we had the capital to buy 10 11/750s...
Tim Bondham: 35 grand a pop, used.
Donna Clark: ...32, 32, plus additional funding to cover operations through the end of the fiscal year, then I think...
Tim Bondham: What about kids?
Donna Clark: Hmm? Excuse me?
Tim Bondham: Do you have or want kids?
Cameron Howe: No.
Donna Clark: I have two. What does that have to do with it?
Tim Bondham: Well, when I invest in a company, I don't just bet on an idea; I bet on the people. Success is no Sunday drive. It's not another "to-do" tacked to the fridge. If you two, as you claim, are really gonna run this business, I need to know that you're fully committed, long-term. Even over, you know... biological imperatives.
Cameron Howe: Sorry, are you gonna give us the money or not?
Joe MacMillan: Five dollars.
Donna Clark: Joe...
Joe MacMillan: It's five dollars.
Donna Clark: No. No, this is where you say four-fifty and then I say three-fifty, and then eventually we settle on four, which is fair. Four dollars.
Joe MacMillan: Five dollars. This isn't a negotiation. You started at a promotional rate...
Donna Clark: (over Joe) I'm sorry, "this isn't a negotiation"?!
Joe MacMillan: ...that promotion is over. If you don't agree to the five dollar-terms, Westgroup is moving on.
Donna Clark: Moving on?! That's that's not...
Joe MacMillan: Charity? No, it's not. This is a partnership. Jacob Wheeler isn't interested in a typical landlord-tenant relationship with you; he wants to work with innovative companies who are agile and committed. Five dollars is the ante for this table. If Mutiny can't compete at the going market rate, maybe it shouldn't be in the game.
(Donna starts crying)
Cameron Howe: Donna?
Joe MacMillan: Donna? (crying continues)
Donna Clark: This is BULLSHIT! (throws the contract at Joe) Joe, this is bullshit! All you own is time on a network! What entitles you to have an opinion about anything that we do here?! What makes you think that you can question our commitment for one dollar an hour?! (glass shatters)
Cameron Howe: Calm down.
Donna Clark: I'm fine, I'm fine. God, maybe being in bed with a billionaire, I'm sorry, with a billionaire's daughter, makes you think that you can jerk us around for your own amusement...
Cameron Howe: Donna...
Donna Clark: ...but this is real to us! So it's four dollars, Joe! It's four dollars! (Joe exhales sharply)
Cameron Howe: (stammering) Just...
Joe MacMillan: Don't bother. (he walks out of the Mutiny house)
Donna Clark: It's fine. He's gonna call in three hours and he's gonna say four dollars. He's bluffing.
"Heaven Is a Place"
Tim Bondham: (after Joe walks in) Yeah, we had Mutiny in here, but frankly I was on the fence about them from the get-go. And I heard they're doing pretty well recently. I'm chalking that up to dumb luck.
Joe MacMillan: Mutiny certainly isn't the answer to anything, but I will say this burgeoning online sector is the place to be in technology right now.
Tim Bondham: Do you have something in mind?
Joe MacMillan: Mutiny's fine if I live in Dallas, but what if I want to access information in Toronto, San Francisco, Tokyo? What if I live in rural Nebraska where there is no service?
Tim Bondham: So, what, you want to do the first online service in Omaha?
Joe MacMillan: Omaha is just a place on the map. I'm trying to make maps irrelevant. This service allows customers to dial in from one location and dial out from banks in a completely different city. Something like this sidesteps long-distance fees.
Tim Bondham: I'm gonna stop you right there. Now, you brought Westgroup into tech recently, right? WestNet? All that?
Joe MacMillan: I transitioned Westgroup into time-sharing and helped them realize a dormant passive income stream.
Tim Bondham: So why did you torch it?
Joe MacMillan: I didn't.
Tim Bondham: (chuckles) No, that's not what I heard. Here's the honest truth: we don't have a dime for ya; we took this meeting out of morbid curiosity. Now, the press story is that Wheeler botched the tech move, but I know some guys on the inside over there who told me the real story, and what I want to know is why? Also how? Some destructive program? Right? A virus or something? You know, I looked into you, what you did at Cardiff. Immolating 100 computers out by Lake Texoma. Holy shit. (laughs) I am blown away. I've never met a legitimate psychopath before. (Joe storms out of the meeting room)
"Valley of the Heart's Delight"
"Flipping the Switch"
Gordon Clark: What? She wants to kill it?
Donna Clark: That is not her intent, but if she has her way, it will be the result.
Gordon Clark: Well, sorry to hear that.
Donna Clark: Nothing's settled yet, but moving forward means getting all the equity owners to overrule her. We've got 35 percent, and then there's Diane and Bos and Doug and Craig.
Gordon Clark: And Cameron has no idea this is happening?
Donna Clark: Nothing is happening. It's all talk at the moment, but I have to explore every option.
Gordon Clark: We don't own 35 percent of the company.
Donna Clark: Yeah, sure we do.
Gordon Clark: No, you own 25 percent and Clark Computers owns 10 percent for buying the mainframe. And Clark Computers, i.e., me, doesn't like the idea of blindsiding Cameron and shoving this IPO down her throat.
Donna Clark: (stammers) That's... that is... just a gross mischaracterization. I...
Gordon Clark: Donna, if you pull this move, I guarantee you she'll see it as an act of war. And you will cross a line that you cannot uncross. So, don't kid yourself.