Bernard And Doris Page #7
- TV-14
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- 2006
- 102 min
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that hit her, I don't know.
I thought she was all right
because there was no blood
or anything like that.
It looked like she was just
having a snooze there
in the middle of the road.
Her shopping was scattered
all about...
porridge oats
and pink custard powder.
The only family I had
after that was an aunt
in Philadelphia.
Fate.
Here, let me give you
a hand with that, Miss Duke.
You just missed it...
a bit here.
There, take a look.
I need more eyes.
Sure.
That's okay.
Let's do the other side.
You know, when you do it,
you should start from the base
to the tip. Try it on you.
- From the base to the tip?
- Yeah.
- Okay, like that?
- Mm.
Yeah.
Good evening, Nancy.
- Will that be all, Miss Du...
- Oh stop it.
Just sit down.
Happy birthday, Miss Duke.
I'm afraid this is not one of your more
glamorous birthday parties.
Oh, I've had much worse.
Perhaps you'll be up
to having a party again next year.
Lafferty, there are
a couple of things
I want you to do for me
when I'm gone.
Do we have to talk
about that now?
- My bed socks, for instance.
- Bed socks?
Yes, I sometimes wear
bed socks when I sleep.
I've done so since
I was a little girl,
and if I should be
wearing my bed socks
when I fall off the twig,
I would like you to please
remove them from my feet
before the coroner gets there.
I don't want to look
like a complete idiot.
Yes, sure.
No fancy speeches.
No press.
And I would like you to...
dress me in something casual.
Life is a journey, after all,
and I refuse to go into that box
wearing an evening gown
or something equally stupid.
Yes, sure.
Make it a natural fiber,
not man-made.
Silk might be a good idea.
I want to demonstrate
my solidarity with nature.
- Of course.
- I could come back as a tree
or a bird or a bug, or...
who knows?
Will you do that for me, Lafferty?
Yes.
Promise?
I promise.
I must have lost my mind
to believe a f***er like you.
Am I dead yet?
Not yet.
- Just keep her hydrated.
- Yes, Doctor.
Sure you don't want me
to call a nurse?
No, I don't think so.
Call me if you need anything.
Here we go.
That's it.
I'm just going to adjust your pillow.
All right?
That's it.
That's it. Here we go.
There you go.
Good night.
Sleep tight.
I, Doris Duke,
a resident of and domiciled
in the State of New Jersey,
do hereby make, publish
and declare this
to be my last will and testament,
hereby revoking all wills
and codicils at any time
heretofore made by me.
I direct there be no funeral service
or memorial service
of any kind for me.
It is my wish that my ashes
be scattered over water.
I give and bequeath all of
my right title and interest
to the following:
My real property known as Somerset
located in Somerville, New Jersey,
to the Doris Duke
Charitable Foundation;
my real property known
as Rough Point in Newport, Rhode Island,
to the Newport
Restoration Foundation;
my real property known as Shangri-La
in Kaalawai, Honolulu, Hawaii,
to the Doris Duke Foundation
for Islamic Art;
my real property known as Falcon's
Lair in Beverly Hills, California,
to the Doris Duke
Charitable Foundation.
I direct that my executors
make reasonable arrangements
with Imelda Marcos for
the repayment of the $5 million
plus accrued interest
that I loaned to her.
I give and bequeath
the following sums:
$10 million
to Duke University,
$10 million to the Metropolitan
Museum of Art,
and appoint Bernard Lafferty
as my individual executor hereunder,
with the sum of $5 million
for the performance
of his duties as executor.
I appoint Bernard Lafferty
as trustee of each trust
created hereunder.
Bernard Lafferty shall appoint
as a co-executor
such bank or trust company that he,
in his absolute discretion,
shall deem appropriate.
I appoint Bernard Lafferty
the director of the Foundation
along with three additional persons
as Bernard Lafferty shall designate.
Your breakfast, Mr. Lafferty.
Thank you, Nancy.
On the table, please.
I have hereunto set my hand
and affixed my seal
to this, my last will and testament,
on this fifth day of April, 1993.
Doris Duke.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Good afternoon.
Let's get on with it,
shall we?
Well, you have the agenda
before you,
beginning with item number one...
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