All of Me Page #2

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but it's alsways been

something of lemon.

I've hat all the money in the world

and not one good chance to enjoy it.

I have never been to Europe.

I've ner been anywhere really.

Oh, sure I've ordered from Neiman's

and Gucci's,

but I've never actually been there.

I've never ridden my own horses.

I've never been to the ballet.

I've never danced.

But Cutwater's aren't quitters.

So, I've decided that if my wealth

cannot help me in this life, then by

God, it's going to buy me another one.

Ah, Grayson.

-You walkie-talkied, Madam?

Yes, please, send in Mr. Prakha Lasa

and what's her name, Fred's daughter.

Miss Terry, Madam.

-Gas me.

Am I just getting you goose pate

or do you have any legal work for me.

Of course I do. I need you to amend

my will so that what's her name, uh,

Fred's daughter will become inheritor

over my entire estate.

So we must draw up a new codicile.

We need it witnesses. Ah, Your Grace.

It's all, Prakha, come in.

Come in, come in, come in.

Come, come.

What's going on here?

-Wait.

Who's Fred's daughter?

Hello.

Hello. I'm Terry Hoskins.

-Roger Cobb. You're Fred's daughter?

Who the heck is Fred?

-Daddy, come in, please.

Oh, I'm against the whole thing, I am.

-Daddy is Miss Cutwater's stable man.

It's unnatural.

-Let me get something straight here.

You want to will all your money to the

stableman's daughter. He's against it.

No.

-He said...

You see, I should inherit nothing.

-She should be your sele beneficiary.

That is correct.

-So you will inherit the estate.

No, she won't.

What am I missing here?

-Thanks to his Highness Prakha Lasa,

I'm going to be transmigrated.

What?

-Transmigrated means that my soul

is going to leave my body forever

and become one with the Universe.

Then my soul will enter her body.

-Ah, good plan.

I'm sorry but I don't think

it's a good plan at all.

My dauther's soul leavin' her body

and going off to who knows where?

Fred, let's not go through again.

-Oh, I know I wasn't much of a father

to her when she was growing up, but l

won't lose her again! No, I won't!

Zip it, Fred.

-Miss Cutwater,

as your attorney it is my duty

to inform you that the will

could be contested if you're deemed

not of perfectly sound mind.

Why you presumptuous ambulance chaser.

Are you insinuating that I am

not of perfectly sound mind?

No, I wouldn't do that, but I think

practically everybody

in the solar system would.

-Mr. Cobb, the last thing I need

around here is your ill-informed

negativity. Get out.

Thanks for not exciting her.

All right? There, there.

Terry! No, Prakha, not yet.

Prakha, not yet!

All right.

-I'm not ready.

Is everybody here bananas?

-Mr. Cobb,

Iet me explain something to you.

You see...

closer please.

That's for bananas, now get out!

What century is this?

-Now you hurt my hand.

I'm gonna tell Mr. Schuyler

that you're an insolent little toad

and demand that he fire you.

-Why don't you just enter his body

and do it yourself?

-And don't you come back, you peasant!

Look, lady, just because my grandpa

didn't rape the environment

and exploit the workers doesn't make

me a peasant! I'm sure he tried!

It's just that as a barber he didn't

have that much opportunity!

Grayson, bring the car

and my hairdresser

and the golden diamond jewelry, over.

I've got to say, it's brilliant.

-What is?

Your scam. It's legal, it's logical.

Only the bowl was overdoing

but it's certainly original.

-The bowl, Mr. Cobb, is attuned

to the harmonics of Miss Cutwater's

life force. When her body dies

it becomes a repository of that force

so I hold the bowl and it becomes

the conduit from her body to mine.

-And you really believe that?

Yes.

-Of course,

if you're wrong you inherit

20 million bucks.

I don't want her money.

When I was 15 I ran away from home

thinking I could find myself in the

material world. I found only pain.

His Holiness Prakha Lasa teaches

that possessions transmit pain.

I want something far more valuable

than money, far more elusive for which

I'm giving up my physical being

and become one with the Universe.

And, uh, don't you think that's

just a little bit whacko?

Feel my heart.

You are unhappy.

You are anxious and unfulfilled

because you are not doing

with your life as you wish.

I am at peace.

Which one of us is crazy?

You are. Well, thank you.

Margo.

-Oh, Mr. Durand called.

He needs you to set up a Bermuda

Corporation so he can write off

his honeymoon. And a call...

-Forget it. I'm telling Schuyler today

he's gotta play me or trade me.

-Conference room with Miss Cutwater.

She's here?

-Also with her doctor, her nurse,

Mr. Mifflin, some English girl

with no bra. And a Hindu

holding a bedpan on a stick.

I don't think you should go in there.

We just have a little bit more left.

Are you strong enough to continue?

What? Oh, I'm fine.

Really. I'm fine. Tell them.

She could drop dead any minute.

Never mind her.

She's only trying

to make me feel good.

I'm very sorry to interrupt.

Madam, I wish to apologize

for upsetting you before.

Mr. Schuyler, if I could see you...

Mr. Cobb, please don't grovel.

-I'm not grovelling,

I'm apologizing.

If I could see you outside.

If you're trying to save your job,

you're too late.

What?

-It's quite lost by now.

Let me tell you something. My father

worked himself into an early grave

defending the rights of needy people

in his store front over on 9th Street.

When he died my mother took a job as

a plumber's assistant so I could go to

Iaw school and carry on in his name!

So now that the only job I can get

is in some skid-row legal aid office!

I'd just as soon take it as...

That's enough!

-... explore your energy vampire!

Suck out my fun of being a lawyer!

-Shut up! Now, that's enough!

I never heard such a moronic load

of crap in my life!

Well, I don't have to take that.

-No, not you, her. Did you hear

what she wants to do with her soul?

-Yeah.

Jesus Christ, she's is looney tune.

-She's nuts!

But you've got guts! I never saw you

stand up to anyone like that before.

You have a fire burning inside you.

To defend people who really need you.

And I never knew that

about your father or your mother.

I made that up.

-You did?

Yeah.

-Son-of-a-gun!

It was pretty good, huh?

-I like a man who thinks on his feet.

Well, thanks.

-Roger, I have a case that needs

a lawyer just like you. You win it

and I'll put you up for a partnership.

But not for an rich goofball.

-No, no, no. It's for a very nice man

who's getting divorced.

I think I'm gonna be a partner.

-Mazeltoff!

Oh, Bix, you're gonna be

a partner's best friend.

Call the Fulton Morris Orchestra.

Tell them Miss Cutwater has requested

her favorite saxaphone player

Tyrone Wattell for her party.

And she'd like him to receive

a thousand dollars for the night.

We gonna inform Mr. Wattell.

Come on, Bix.

What a guy!

-Now then...

Mr. Mifflin can witness the codicil.

I will sign as executor of the estate

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