Sid: They’ll get the pyjamas somewhere else with we don’t make the deliveries. Well, that’s not my department. (he hangs up) Mabel: “Teen Age Sex
Orgies Revealed” Isn’t that terrible. Sid: Yeah, they sure have more fun nowadays, than when I was a kid. (Hasler enters R crosses to C) Mabel:(rises) Good morning Mr Hasler.
Hasler(crossing to Mabel)
A slowdown like this proves what I’ve said for years.
Nobody in interested in work.
Mabel: That’s right!
The whole country in on the skids.
Here I am right now
with employees openly defiant to top management.
Sid: Look, Mr Hasler. Maybe if we offered a compromise.
Not until there’s ice in hell
three foot thick.
(Hits desk)I’m a fighter Sorokin.
(He assumes John L Sullivan pose)
Sid: We’ve got hundreds of orders to get out..
Mabel:That’s right Mr Hasler. Here’s a letter fromMarx and Klein over in Fort Wayne, Indiana..
Hasler:Marx and Klein
(crosses DL)Damn chain outfit.
Want another price cut I suppose.
Mabel: Well, they say unless we take care of this shipment….
Don’t stand thereand try and tell me about
Marx and Klein.
I’ve been dealing with them for 20 years.
Mabel: But Mr Hasler, they say…
Max:I’ve been looking for you Mr Hasler.
Why aren’t you out in your territory?
What are you doing here?
Max: Because of what happened in Peoria. Hines:(enters) the elevator’s stuck. Max: Hey you, Hines, what size are you? Hines: Size me? What is this?
The elevators stuck. Max: You look like a medium. I need you.
Hasler:What on earth is going on here?
Max: Take your pants off. Hines: I’m doing no such thing. Max: Mr Hasler, this is a life and death thing for the Sleep Tite Organization. I want him to model these pajamas.
take your pants off.
Hines: OK chief.Me honest? Max: Come on. Come on. Mabel: Oh what a day. Hines; I’m a very busy man. I’m a time study man, not a model. Max: This is for Sleep Tite mister.
put those pyjamas on.
Hines: Okey chief.
Hurry it up. (crosses L)
Let’s get it over with,
whatever it is.
Max: Now Mr Hasler. I want you to get the picture.I was showing this to Charley Robertson onf the Robertson Brothers. Now I ain’t one to your type salesmen that believes in half measures.Whenever I have a simple room I do just what we got Heinzie doing. I model the pants myself.
What more do you want?
Max: Now wait here I am inPeaoria and I’m modelling the pants. Mr Robertson and his two buyers are veryimpressed with the line and the ready to buy. Get the picture?
Go on, go on.
I hope there’s some point to all this.
Max: Hines, now take a deep breath, stick out your stomark. Hines: This is truly ridicules. Max: Everybody bear in mind I got thse pajamas out of stock, right out or the box. Go on Hines, breath in.
He said to breathe, breathe.
Let’s get it over with.
(Hines takes a powerful breathe and his pants fall down)
Hines: Oh, I’m sorry. Max: No, leave’em lay. Gladys:(entres) What are you doing, Vernon? Playing games? Mabel: Mr Hines, really! Sid: Let me see those. Max: They’re all like that. Every one. Boxes and boxes of them.
What’s the idea?
Who did this?
Sid: Somebody’s got quite a sense of humour.
What the hell are you talking about?
Sid: Two threads in every waistband button.
They’re not sewed on > Only two threats. Somebody’s being very cute.
Hines; On the other hand itmight be just a coincidence.
Oh, put your paints on.
Gladys: What did you do Vernon? Hines: I didn’t do anything. Sid: Give me the stock room. Max: I’ll be the laughing stock of the pyjama game. Mabel: You nether finished your story. What did this Robinson do when your pants fell down.
Max:He laughed. No sense of humour.
Hines: (Gladys trying to help him.)
Keep your hands off me.
Sid; Hold the orders till we’ve checked the stock. I’ll be right down. Come on Max.
Hasler:(Crossing to Mabel)
They think they can lick
Myron Hasler with this trickery,
they got another guess coming.
I’m a fighter.
(To Hines) Hines!
Get dressed you idiot.
I want a time report on each individual worker.
(Hines has cuff caught in zipper. Hasler fume
Hines exits. Hasler follows then sits at a desk R helplessly)
Mabel: Now Mr Hasler, in this letter to Marx and Klein, they say….
Don’t bother me with letters from Marx and Klein
or anybody else.
Hasler:Especially Marx and Klein,
those dame pirates.
(Hasler to Gladys)
don’t forget I’ve got a meeting of the Board of Directors tomorrow.
(Puts head in hands)
Gladys: Yes sir. The books are all ready except….
that what I got to tell them.
Sid: (enters) We’ve got to recall an awful lot of orders.
Sid: They’re going to let us know.
Gladys, give me your entry.
(Gladys gives him the ledger)
Sid: Clear out for a while will you Mabel? Mabel: Oh sure. I’ll get something to settle my stomach.
Hasler:(writes notation and gives it with ledger to Gladys)
Have it ready for the meeting tomorrow,
(Gladys exits Hasler moves UR)
Sid: Mr Hasler.
Sid: I’d like to make a pitch.
Sid: Before we get started let me make my position clear. I’m for the company first last and always. But labour problems have got to end up one way….compromise.
you’ve been around here long
enough to learn one things. But you seem a little slow. I’m a fighter:(He demonstrates) Keep your dukes up,boy.