(mysterious music) (tense drumming music) - [Burt] A man's worth can be judged by the caliber of his enemies, and Whitman Hayes is my 24-karat opponent. He's my presentation
partner/liability/Achilles' heel. And right now the room
is wondering why the fuck he's five minutes late. - Let's get at it. (chuckles) Oh, shit. - [Burt] Watching Hayes twist, Seeing his pale cheeks go crimson. - The kids can do this. (sighs) All right. - [Burt] One of the only perks throughout the embarrassment
he's putting me through. (phone buzzing) (tense rhythmic music) Well, look at that. He can't even fire up the presentation. (keyboard clacking and beeping) It's just a couple of buttons
over to the left, Whitman. Just two buttons and
those disappointed eyes will stop burning into you. I could help him. I could walk right over and boot us up. Whitman just needs to lose a
few times, and it'll be done. He's been protected by
someone up high for so long. He's gone soft. He's gone clumsy.
(Whitman sighs) His grandfather protection wouldn't save him from a lost client. Not in this climate. No way. - One second, folks. - [Burt] Packed tight into
a hand-me-down wardrobe, this guy should be going door-to-door selling knives and gadgets with
a smile and aw-shucks-charm. Here we go. He doesn't belong here. (presentation beeping) - And we're back! Thanks, Bert. - You bet. Look, no matter how
cluttered the tech can get our operation is built to
streamline your business and cut costs without
compromising quality. And somehow, against all laws of nature, no matter how many saves I provide, Whitman, he, survives. (clients chuckling) - I mean, these days you
can't be too careful, can you? (laughing) I swear I-- - [Burt] The stumbling and
the bumbling smooths out. The mistakes become quirks. The moldy becomes vintage. And the suits, the suits
sign up for it in droves. (water trickling) (air rumbling) (air whooshing) All of us are simple drones. Buzzing about an ornate steel hive in service of a vicious queen. (tense music) And, in this case, one with
fine taste in tailored suits. We all wish to be him, Alexander. He's a being of pure arrogance. He's the man with the cold
eyes and the graveyard tan. He earned his seat at the throne and who cares if he stepped on a child's fingers to reach the top. He got there. And who does Alexander see now? Upon who surely grant shelter under his wing?
- How's it feel? - This split-second of attention could mean the difference between a corner office and a mistress or polishing methods
to hide from your wife that you weren't bloodthirsty enough to ever be more than just a bottom feeder. Now, look at him, Paul. Big boss is giving him all the credit. And ole Whitman ain't
gonna steer the brass in any other direction, is he? - I wouldn't. - None of us would. (dark piano music) Go ahead, Whitman. Tell another flat joke and
reap in the fake laughter. (men laughing) (laughing) (phone buzzing) Fuckin' A. - Hey, look at that. Look, you see this? See from that viewpoint, it looks like a smoking
gun barrel doesn't it? (gun clicks) - Bang.
(light drumming music) - No, I'm sorry, he's not in right now, can I take a message? (stop watch ticking) Mmm hmm, Mister, how are you spelling that? R-T. Okay, and your number? Mmm hmm. (distant siren wailing) Right. Three four. Okay. No problem. Thank you! Hey! - Did Alexander stop by? - No, he should be here in a minute. - All right. - You don't wanna look at this one? - No, if it's unsolicited it's a pass, no. - Yeah, but it's handwritten
(light suspenseful music) and it has a wax seal. - [Burt] So? - So that means it's probably
one of those invitations to some fancy gala event that
you may be too busy to go to but I might have just
the perfect dress for. - Fine, read it. - Okay. Let's see. (clears throat) Dear, Mr. Grunzer. Your name has been suggested
to us by a mutual acquaintance. Our organization has an unusual mission which cannot be described in this letter, but which you may find
of exceeding interest. - Of course, I would. - [Kat] We would be gratified
by a private discussion at your earliest convenience. Unless I hear otherwise, I will take the liberty of
visiting you at the office. - Society for United Action, right? - How'd you know that? - Who signed it? - Signed Carl Tucker, Secretary. - Okay, look, can you
put it on my desk, Kat? Thank you. - [Kat] Okay. - [Burt] Alexander? Pardon me. - [Alexander] Yes, Burton? - So, how did things go?
(tense rhythmic music) - Oh, everything's good
and you really lucked out. - Lucked out? - You've got the best wingman in the game. - Alex, I'd like to speak with you. (elevator bell rings) - Stay close to him long enough, Burton, and some of that star quality may rub off onto you. (moving to sinister music) - [Man] Mr. Grunzer? (tense rhythmic music) - (sighs) Yeah? - (sighs) My name is Carl Tucker, Society for-- - For United Action, good lord. What's your persistence? - Is this a bad time? - It is a bad time. Yeah, it's a very bad time. - I understand but I did
come all the way down here. And I'm asking for 15
minutes of your time max, 15 minutes and you'll
never hear from me again. - Okay, look I... (sighs) I Mean we... Today with the marathon, I mean it's a madhouse and the traffic. - 10 minutes. - Okay. It's 5:49 right now. At 6:00 p.m., every warm
body in this building bum rushes the elevators. I hate that fucking sardine shit. Okay, you have until uh, 5:59. - 5:59 it is. Then I'm out of your hair. Okay, you're on, go for it. - Thank you. But um, now, I'm not here to sell you insurance or razor blades. I couldn't if I tried. I'm a semi-retired broker. However, the subject I wish
to discuss is rather intimate. May we go somewhere with
a door I could close? - Okay. Okay, eight minutes and counting. - Yes, of course. What I have to say must remain
in the strictest confidence. If you betray the confidence, if you publicize our society in any way, the consequences could be most unpleasant. Is that agreeable? - All right. - Fine. Now, you may not agree with
our society's first principle, and I would like to know that now. - How do you mean first principle? - Well, put in the
crudest form, Mr. Grunzer, the Society for United Action
believes that some people are just not fit to live. There, I've said it! Some of our members don't
believe in my direct approach. They feel the argument has to
be approached more discreetly. But frankly I've gotten excellent results in this rather crude manner. How do you feel about what
I've just said, Mr. Grunzer? - I don't know. Guess I never really
thought about it much. - [Carl] Do you believe
in capital punishment? - In some cases, yeah. - Ah! So you really accept our first principle? It's just a question of who sanctions it. - I guess you could say that. - Good. So now I'll ask another blunt question. Have you personally ever
wished someone dead? Oh, I don't mean those casual
fleeting wishes everybody has. I mean a real, deep
down, uncomplicated wish for the death of someone you thought was unfit to live. Have you? - I guess I have. - So there are times, in your
opinion, when the removal of someone from this
earth could be beneficial? - Okay, (chuckles) what is this, Carl? Are you from Murder,
Incorporated, or something? (Carl laughing) - Hardly, Mr. Grunzer, hardly. There is absolutely no criminal aspect to our aims or our methods. (chuckles) I'll admit
we're a secret society, but we're no Black Hand. But suppose I tell you how
the society came into being? - You know what, you got six minutes. Fire away. - It began with two men. I can't reveal their names just now. (tense music) The year was 1969. Now, one of the men was a lawyer attached to the district
attorney's office. The other was a state psychiatrist. Both were involved in a rather sensational trial concerning a man accused
of a hideous crime against two small boys. - Geez. - The man was unquestionably guilty but a strong defense counsel
plus a suggestible jury equaled his freedom. When the verdict was announced, these two were thunderstruck, furious. They felt a great wrong had been committed and they were helpless to right it. Now, I should explain something
about the psychiatrist. He specialized in strange practices, everything from tribal rites
to sticking pins in dolls. No matter which practice,
no matter how bizarre, he felt there were enough success stories to warrant a campfire tale or two. It just takes one mother pulling
a car off her burning child to convince any parent
that they'd have the power to save theirs in the face of death. If a sliver of belief can save a life, couldn't a sliver of belief take one? - Perhaps. - Our friend the psychiatrist began wondering about this. He proposed to his friend, the lawyer, that they test the theory on the man they believed violated and tore the flesh of children and walked. Just to see. - How? - Perfect question. How they did it was simple. They went to see this man and they announced their intention. They said they were
going to wish him dead. They explained how and why this
wish would become a reality and while he'd laughed at their proposal they could detect a modicum
of superstitious fear creep across his face. That was the key, belief. The target had to believe even just a little. They promised him that
regularly, every day, they would be wishing for his death until he could no longer
stop the mystic juggernaut that would make the wish come true. - Oh, okay, that's it. That's a little bit silly. (chuckles) - The man died of a heart
attack two months later. - Of course he did. It's called coincidence, friend. - The same conclusion was
reached by our two men in the past. They were intrigued but not convinced. So they tried it again. - Again? - Yes, only this time
they enlisted the aid of four associates. This little band of pioneers
was the nucleus of the society that I now represent. We're numbering over a thousand now. - A thousand? - Yes, all over the country. In case you think I'm
not serious, Mr. Grunzer, 229 targets were named by
our selection committee. 104 are no longer with us. And we will get them all,
Mr. Grunzer, I assure you. New techniques are being
developed every day. (dramatic rhythmic music) - [Burt] All these people are dead? - Oh, yes.
(tense rhythmic music) There's another list,
at the back of the book, of our members. Call one, 10, a hundred if you'd like. Shall we? - No, I mean I, I can see
how it works, you know. Just knowing there are a
thousand people out there wishing you were dead, it's enough to scare the hell out of anyone. But I have a question. What's the catch? What's the cost? - Of membership? - [Burt] Yeah. - Just the willingness to
bring in a worthy target and then provide support for future ones. - Understood. - And a small fee. - I knew it. - $50 dollars. (tense music) - 50 bucks. - Our letterhead is
worth it, you've seen it. - Really? - Our organization is not
motivated by profit, Mr. Grunzer. The dues are merely to cover expenses. Surely you understand that. - I guess so. - So you find it interesting? (tense rhythmic music) - They have to know? The victim has to know all of this? - Absolutely essential. The victim must be informed. - Okay, Mr. Tucker. You got me. Where do I sign? - Oh, I'm sorry. You can't join, Mr. Grunzer. I'm here to inform you
that you're on our list. (moving to dramatic rhythmic music) (eerie music) Oh, I'm a minute over. Sorry. (tense rhythmic music) - Security, God--
- Where are you going? - Get on that fucking phone! Stop him, security! Security! - Kessler, wake up, we're doing this. - [Alexander] Burton? (elevator bell ringing) - [Security Guard] Sir. - I'm, Will... (radio chattering) No!
- Sir, sir! - No! (tense rhythmic music) (man shouting) (doors thudding)
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