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79 INT. JOHN BOYD'S OFFICE - DAY<br />
A Secretary is serving coffee to <strong>Fletch</strong> (now dressed in a three<br />
piece suit) and John Boyd, Gail Stanwyk's father. At seventy, he<br />
is probably Chairman Emeritus now; no longer running the day-today<br />
operations of the company, and thus somewhat grateful from the<br />
company.<br />
FLETCH<br />
(continuing)<br />
...and said 'Sorry Mr. President, I<br />
thought it was Saturday.'<br />
Boyd Laughs.<br />
FLETCH<br />
I thought I was going to die.<br />
SECRETARY<br />
Sugar, Mr. Poon?<br />
FLETCH<br />
Thank you.<br />
<strong>Fletch</strong> notices a framed wedding photograph on the credenza behind<br />
Boyd. It is of Alan and Gail Stanwyk, Alan beaming a $hit-eating<br />
grin and holding a happy thumbs-up.<br />
<strong>Fletch</strong> waits as the Secretary leaves the room, then begins<br />
speaking confidentially.<br />
FLETCH<br />
Okay.<br />
He opens his attache case, allowing Boyd to see an airline ticket,<br />
a Washington Post, and a file stenciled "Confidential/S.E.C. Use<br />
only."<br />
FLETCH<br />
First of all, let me just reiterate that this is not a formal<br />
investigation. I'm not going through formal channels here, because<br />
if Alan Stanwyk is not involved in any improprieties, then nobody<br />
has to know I was even ---<br />
BOYD<br />
Alan Stanwyk is not involved in improprieties. Where<br />
the hell does the S.E.C. come off ---<br />
<strong>Fletch</strong> is nodding sympathetically and holds up a quieting hand.<br />
Boyd stops in mid-tirade, and watches as <strong>Fletch</strong> reaches into his<br />
briefcase and seemingly turns off a tape recorder.<br />
FLETCH
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