Meanwhile, Marge N. Call sits crying in the corner of her home. Her loan officer has demanded payment, and she just doesn't have enough to pay him. "I'll have to call Dow to get the money," she sobs.
Across town, the shady Short Stock chuckles. As Dow slips deeper into depression, he counts his ill-gotten gains. "I'll contunue my run as long as Dow is going down!" he gloats.
"Who's there?" Dow questions to a knock on the door. Marge N. Call sulks in, eyes puffy from crying. "I need the money you owe me." He is already in a crunch, but Dow gives her the money. "Now go away. I don't want to see you again". She leaves, glad for the money, but knowing the relationship is severed.
The Feds are watching Dow closely, making sure that he doesn't become suicidal. He knows he is scrutinized, but because of the nature of his business, he doesn't object. They have settled on a working relationship, and the Fed are always watching him. "If he does, we'll step in", the captain assures his team.
Meanwhile, Dick and Jane are playing at the playground. What a beautiful summer day! They don't see the clouds, but their Moms call them to go home.
That evening, Dow sits home in the dark; tie askew. "How did things get this way?" he wonders, drink in hand. Oblivion sets in.
The sun comes up behind clouds, marring the morning. Dow awakens, searching for some news. The phone startles him from his thoughts. It's his wife, Economy Jones. "You're coming home? Really?" Dow smiles. She has a new job with a stable company and feels that she is strong enough to support him. "This is only a temporary setback, and I forgive you", she beams. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds.
The saga continues...