The family rents a race track.

As John rounds the corner of Lexington and 41 Street, he sees David walking towards him.

John

'What-up Goldstein?'

That family. They have me get rid of the DC artist, really because he's sick, and they go off to North Carolina to race their Ferraris. They rented an entire race track.

At that moment, Bernie, his wife and three sons are having their pictures taken by a professional photographer. They have racer jump suits on and smile, and gesture thumbs up. The family jumps into their Ferraris and open them up past the empty Grand Stand and light towers. As they round the final bend, the photographer takes action shots.

John and David walk into 360 Lexington.

John

'But Bernie gave me a job. I couldn't create an agency and hire myself.'

David

'That's not the point. I'm talking morals.'

John

'Well I'm glad I work with you and I already consider you a friend. And be happy for me. Things went really well at the recording studio.'

David

'Well, that's good.'

John

'The actress and engineer made it better than the way I pictured it.'

David

'Well that's the way it should work.'

In DC the Art Director puts his coffee cup, pictures and gag toys in a box. After working at the agency for 10 years, he enters the elevador and leaves for the last time. He was fired for poor  job performance.