Changing Lanes Page #4
There's this black guy
on a golf course.
And all these people are trying
to get him to caddy for them...
but he's not a caddy.
He's just a guy trying
to play a round of golf.
Then these guys give him
a five-dollar bill...
and tell him to go to the clubhouse
and get 'em cigarettes and beer.
So off he goes, home...
to his wife and little son...
who he teaches to pIay goIf.
We see all the other little boys
playing hopscotch...
while little Tiger practices
on the putting green.
We see all the other kids
eating ice cream...
while Tiger practices hitting
long balls in the rain...
while his father shows him how.
And we fade up...
to Tiger winning
four grand slams in a row...
and becoming the greatest golfer
to ever to pick up a nine iron.
And we end on his father...
in the crowd on the sidelines...
and Tiger giving him the trophies.
All because of
a father's determination...
that no fat white man--
like your fathers, probably--
would ever send his son
to the clubhouse...
for cigarettes and beer.
I'm sorry.
What did you say about our fathers?
- You better go.
- Mr. DoyIe Gipson.
You is now bankrupt.
And you owe me $5,000.
- Come on.
- Where'd he go?
Where is he?
- Hello?
- It's me.
- So you really bought a house?
- Yeah.
- Wanna play a round of golf?
- Really? You actually own it?
It's not a mansion on the hill.
It needs a lot of work,
but it'd be yours.
- It'd be your house.
- Here we go!
- Gonna hit the ball!
- Oh, God.
What? This line's going dead.
I can't hear you. I can't hear you.
ObviousIy, it wouId be better for
the boys to be near their father.
- What?
- To have you nearby.
- What?
- No, we didn't like it.
- I'll call you back.
- Talkin' to your daddy?
- Oh, God! You hit me!
- I'll hit you again! You like it?
Mister, please!
- I got kids, man!
- Yeah? Well, so do I!
DoyIe Gipson.
This is Gavin Banek calling.
I have something that
I wanna tell you.
First of all,
I wanted to shake hands, all right?
I wanted to start over.
I gave you a chance.
And you did this. Fine.
I have just turned off your credit.
You are now a spirit
without a body, all right?
Now, I can go on and on...
pulling your llfe down
around your ears.
You can turn it off. You can
go back to the way things were.
Just give me my file back!
Just-- Today.
I mean,just--
I mean-- Thank you.
Give me my file back, get the credit
turned back on. Okay? Today.
Thank you.
- Has he phoned yet?
- Not yet.
- Look at this.
- What?
- What is it?
- It's the life of Doyle Gipson.
His whole life.
We have his bank...
his wife, kids--
two boys, Danny and Steve--
their birth dates, the school
they go to, credit card balances...
health records.
His cholesterol is high,
but his blood pressure is normal.
I'm 29 years old.
That foundation has
107 million dollars in it.
My bosses are the trustees.
So why didn't they
come to court with me?
I don't know.
Mina Dunne hates me.
I assume there's a reason. Why
am I always the last guy to know?
What's in those files
that I haven't seen?
- Can you get me a messenger?
- What for?
I found something. I wanna give it
back to the person it belongs to.
Is there a reward or something?
- Yeah.
- What is it?
Doing the right thing--
giving it back.
- That's it?
- That's it.
- That's the reward.
- How about that?
Yeah, how a bout that?
Mr. Gipson, it's Ron Cabot
at Queen's RoyaI FederaI.
There's something I need
to taIk to you about.
If you can give me
a call today...
or if it's convenient to stop by
the bank, I'd appreciate it.
- Thank you.
- DoyIe Gipson.
This is Gavin Banek calling.
I have something that
I wanna tell you.
I lied to you this morning.
On my way to the court,
I stopped off at a diner.
I took the files out,
I looked them over.
When I was leaving,
I put them back.
At least, I could've sworn
I put them back.
When I got to the court, the
power of appointment was missing.
And the court has given me
until the end of the day...
- to produce the original.
- Did you call the diner?
I did. All the trash has been
picked up, but we're tracking it.
I think we'll probably get it back.
I just wanted you to know.
Why did you lie to us?
I'm really sorry.
You're sorry?
Who the f*** gives a sh*t about
the struggles of your character?
Get out of here,
you son of a b*tch!
If you have to go through every
f***in' gar bage bag in this city...
you fllnd that file, or you're gonna
be the disaster of my life!
Wait a minute.
We might get the file back.
But if we don't, we have
to adopt a strong position.
- I need to see those files.
- You're not gonna see the files!
- Why do you wanna see the files?
- Who not? He's my goddamn client!
Hey, what are you gonna do?
Give me a lecture on law?
Why did you send me to the court
by myself? I'm your son-in-law!
- I hired you, you little sh*t!
- Steven, calm down!
- Quiet, please.
- What are you doing?
- There's a way out of this.
- What are you doing?
A way out? By letting him
bring the files into court?
Calm down and stay with me here.
Okay.
We had a signed document,
right? Didn't we?
- Yes.
- Okay. Now.
The power of appointment...
is eight pages.
The living will, which also has
his signature, is ten.
The living will, which also has
his signature, is ten.
So we can reformat
the power of appointment...
from the living will...
attach it to the new printout
of the power of appointment.
And code the header
to match the document.
- What do you think? Will it pass?
- Yeah, this could work.
I didn't ask you, all right?
Gavin, will it pass?
We forge it?
We just forge a document?
You screwed this up.
You lost the f***in' file.
No body's asking you
to get yourself out of it alone.
We're willing to put ourselves
on the line for you with this.
Making a file is fraud.
A new file is fraud.
Do you understand that?
And we're saying we're gonna put
our own careers on the line for you.
That's what it means
to be a partner.
We're not inventing. We're not.
We're not inventing.
We're just reproducing something
that already exists.
Look, Gavin, you take this
into the court...
and, buddy,
we can go on with our lives...
like this never happened, huh?
- Let me think about it.
- What are you gonna think about?
Your high school ethics class?
What choice have you got?
You wanna go to jail?
No, I don't wanna go to jail.
Get out of here!
Leave it!
Leave it! Go!
Leave!
What does it say?
It says they pay themselves
a million and a half dollars...
each, out of the trust.
Out of the income of the trust.
Jesus Christ!
Which is why they got rid of Mina
Dunne and the rest of the board.
- It's probably not even illegal.
- It's probably just disgusting.
I did this.
- I did this.
- No, you didn't.
- I did this.
- No, you did not.
What do I do?
You give me the file,
and I'll take it back.
- Take it back?
- What?
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