Herb kills himself...or not.

Herb walks past all the windowed offices at the Bernard Stein Agency. Each getting progressively bigger as befitting the increased wotth and prestige of the accounts run from them. But no matter how powerful the Account Executive in those  offices, in reality he or she is only a worker bee in service to the hive. And honey is there for Bernie and Mary-founders.

All four wall-mounted t.v sets are on and reflected in Mary's glasses as she beckons Herb in. They are tuned to various stock markets around the world. Mary trades stocks several times a day, She doesn't offer Herb a seat. Instead she hands him a $150,000 bill for the Creative pitch for the account he didn''t bring over from the Bernie Schwartt Agency.

Mary

'That's the Creative bill for the account you promised to bring over.  And your billings have to come up or your draw is coming down.'

Herb

'So much for being part of the family.'

Mary

'Well Cindy is hard to beat and they liked the Creative that that Keith person pulled together.'

Herb

'Keith. I brought him out to that account to help me..'

Mary

'Herb. Land something.'

Herb shakes his heaad yes and walks head down towards the elevador.

A young woman says 'hello' but Herb is deep in thought and depression. The elevador opens and without really thinking he pushes the 'L' button for Lobby.  He keeps reading over and over the $150,000 bill.

 The door opens and he walks across the Lobby and onto busy Madison Avenue. He runs his fingers through his hair and realizes how thin its become, and how old he is and how will he ever get that much money together at his age and he's ruined.

Herb feels pain as he's hit off his feet and sharp pain on the back of his head as it hits the curb.

Standing in front of Keith's office, Bernie Schwartz is talking to Cindy and Keith.

'They signed the media contracts?'

Cindy

'Yes. And I called them to express our sorrow over the news. I think we're o.k. I mean they left Herb.'

John looks up from his desk-half hearing the discussion. He walks out to the Lobby to go to the Men's room. Blythe looks upset as he walks past and through the big doors. David, Stacey, D. Patel and Tanya are all talking.

David to John

'So Herb killed himself.'

John

'Really?'

Stacey

'Maybe. He walked out in traffic.'

David

'They were getting rid of him.'

Tanya

'We think. And you know David. Where the heck do you think accounts come from when we land them. We take accounts...that's the business.'

David

'We took everything...from one of our own'

John

'I don't know about that David.'

David

'That's your problem. You don't know.'