Let's Go to Prison Page #2
my drive more beautiful
is worth doing.
That's why I,
Nelson Biederman IV,
in honor of my late father,
officially declare
Park open.
(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)
DUANE:
Biederman Foundation.
Duane.
Oh, hello?
It's me, Nelson.
Who is this?
Nelson. Listen to me, Duane.
That is the last time
that I go to
with Sergeant Barker.
Excuse me, who?
Sergeant Barker,
the dog that hates
crack and stuff.
Listen to me, Duane.
I'm gonna be in the office
in half an hour.
When I get there,
there better be a Fresca
waiting for me
and when I say Fresca,
I mean Fresca.
It better not be
a Fanta or a Sprite
or a Bubble Up or a 7Up.
I want it to be
a f***ing Fresca!
Do you understand me?
Yes, sir.
ON CAR STEREO)
(SINGING)
Oh my. Look at this.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASPING)
(GRUNTS)
(GLASS SMASHING)
(IN KOREAN)
(IN KOREAN)
Okay.
No! No!
(SCREAMS)
PHARMACIST:
We have no money.(SIRENS WAILING)
JOHN:
Look at this.Old Nelson IV's got his pinky
caught in the same machine
The boys in
the legal department think
the best
course of action would
be for you to plead guilty,
plea bargain to keep this
as quiet as possible,
and step down as chairman
of the Foundation.
Well, then,
you tell the boys
in the legal department
that they are
a bunch of dipshits,
because I am innocent.
Well, apparently,
the police have a videotape
of you committing the crime.
You, or one of those other
cadaverous bag-of-bone a-holes
sitting at that table,
better strap on
a goddamn piss-bag,
get down here
and get me out of here
or you're all
gonna be replaced!
You got it, Duane?
I'll buy this place and
have it burned to the ground.
Well, should we
call the governor?
He owes us one.
That would get him out.
Does anybody here
want him out?
(CLEARING THROAT)
Okay. How about this?
I will represent Nelson
with the help
of our dipshit department.
Super!
Case number 9741,
State of Illinois v.
The Honorable Judge
Eva Fwae-Wan presiding.
"Just tell her
what you think"?
Just tell her
what you think.
Okay. Sh*t.
Permission to approach,
Your Honor.
FWAE-WAN:
What is it,Mr. Biederman?
Look, I'm gonna be frank.
Off the record,
you knew my father.
I've assembled the finest
legal team that money can buy.
Those guys.
We both know
all I'm gonna get
is a slap on the old wrist
and a formal apology
and a case of champagne
from the governor.
Why don't
we all just try to
move this thing along
as quickly as possible?
Well, Mr. Biederman,
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