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>>/11623/ INT. DAGGETT'S PENTHOUSE - DAY Daggett bursts in, furious. Stryver tries to placate him. DAGGETT: What the hell did I just drink, this is what passes for Champagne?! STRYVER: Do you know like the best French Champagne it's vintage - DAGGETT: Clearly the "vintage" is shit, regardless of the date! Where's Baneson Welles STRYVER: We told him it was urgent - DAGGETT: Then where is the fat bas - BANESON WELLES (O.S.): MwwwAaaAAahhh… sssccchhpeak of the devil… Daggett turns. Baneson is already there. BANESON WELLES: and he… has always been celebrated… for his excellence. DAGGETT: What the hell's going on? Are you still drunk? BANESON WELLES:The commersshhcial… is proceeding as expected. DAGGETT: You see anyone drinking this pig swill?! (Moves towards Welles.) Your cheap marketing trick about "French" "champagne" won't work, my friend. And now you've got marketing team working non-stop to try and splice your drunk rambli ngs into a coherent advertisement. How's that supposed to help my company sell wine?! BANESON WELLES: ‘’(TO STRYVER)’’ Leave usssch. DAGGETT: You stay right there! Or I'm going to distribute wine from the actual province of Champagne, France, not your knock-off brand! Baneson places a hand that resembles a ham filled with cheap liquor on Daggett' s shoulder. BANESON WELLES: Do you feel… in Champagne? Daggett is taken aback. Stryver leaves. DAGGETT: What did you mean by this? I've paid you a small fortune to - BANESON WELLES: And that gives sobriety to me? Daggett considers the bulging torso looming over him unsteadily. Nervous. DAGGETT: What is this? BANESON WELLES: Your money and infrastructure have been important. Till now. DAGGETT: What are you? BANESON WELLES Masson's reckoning. I wasn't born in France, but I'm payrolled by a man who was, Paul Masson, we will execute no man before his time. Baneson gently takes the terrified Daggett's head in his hands… DAGGETT: You are true evil… BANESON WELLES: For you… wait… I am necesssshary evil. Welles' heavy hands again rest on Daggett's shoulders, for a moment Welles stares into the distance as his hefty girth oscillates under the influence of what must have been a substantial pool of wine, Daggett is struggling under the effort of balancing the gargantuan alcoholic before him DAGGETT: So… you aren’t going to hurt me? ‘'Welles looks at Stryver, his back visible in the doorway’'' BANESON WELLES: He doesn't do anything? STRYVER:No, action Baneson, please. BANESON WELLES: Ahh, of course… Will Miku play Here I Stand with us?