J. Paul Getty:
Morning, Chase.
[Getty walks around a covered table]
J. Paul Getty:
Will you, uh, help me with this?
[Getty and Chase uncover the table
to reveal a model mansion]
J. Paul Getty:
I'm, uh, building a house in California.
An exact replica of
my imperial villa in Rome,
down to the very last detail.
But with flush toilets.
Yes, The Mountain may not
have come to Muhammad,
but it sure as hell came to me.
Nancy, Getty's Secretary:
Mr. Getty. The West Texas Intermediate, sir.
[secretary hands stock number strip to Getty]
Fletcher Chase:
What's it feel like, reading
that slip of paper?
J. Paul Getty:
Well, for a moment,
Money loses all meaning
and becomes as plentiful as air.
Like flight. And then, it passes.
[Getty crumples the strip and throws it away]
J. Paul Getty:
What's, uh, all this I see
on TV with Gail paying
The Ransom in full?
We both know she
doesn't have it.
Fletcher Chase:
The Lady's made
other arrangements.
J. Paul Getty:
But she doesn't have The Money.
So, uh, what's going on? Come on.
Where did she get it?
Is she fucking somebody?
[pause]
Fletcher Chase:
You know, I think I'm finally beginning
to understand what makes you tick.
J. Paul Getty:
No, no, you couldn't begin to.
So, spill it. What's going on?
What's Her Game?
Don't forget, Chase,
I have a contract.
And I'll enforce it.
Fletcher Chase:
No, I Don't Think So.
J. Paul Getty:
Oh? Why not?
Fletcher Chase:
Can you hear me?
I want to make sure
that I'm very clear.
Because whatever
Personal Security
you presently enjoy
comes from me. Alright?
Those Alsatians limping around the pool?
My People trained them.
Your Security System?
My People installed it.
The Bodyguards?
That's right, you rapacious old fuck,
You are Protected from
every threat imaginable,
unless that threat
happens to be me.
J. Paul Getty:
I suppose this is your way of
submitting your resignation.
Fletcher Chase:
Hey!
[Chase grabs Getty by the arm]
Fletcher Chase:
'Men of risk'? Isn't that what you called us?
'I risk my money, you risk your life.'
You're so full of shit. You and Me?
We never risked a thing in our lives.
We never took the chances
ordinary people take.
That's why we are
What We Are Now.
You're just cheap, Paul.
You could have All
The Money in The World,
and you are still a no-good,
miserable son of a bitch,
and don't you forget it.
Goodbye, Mr. Getty.
[Chase begins to walk away]
J. Paul Getty:
Those children are
My Blood, Chase!
[Chase waves at him on his way out]
J. Paul Getty:
They're mine.
[Getty grabs the paper strip
and throws it in the fireplace]
J. Paul Getty:
She took them.
