Mr. Deeds

Hello, folks at home.

I'm 100 yards from the top of Mt. Everest.

Yet there's a part of me

that can't wait to end this silly vacation...

...and get back to work,

where the real challenges await.

Shouldn't you take your age

into consideration, sir?

After all, you're 82 years old.

Am I 82?

These numbers mean nothing to me.

My journey through life has just begun.

Sir! Sir!

- Oota tells me the storm's getting worse.

- Very, very bad.

We must abandon our ascent and

go down the mountain immediately.

We're so very close to the top,

Mr. Puffy Jacket Man.

I'm heading down now, sir.

I advise you to do the same.

All right, so be it.

See you at the staff meeting on Monday.

And I'll bring the Krispy Kremes!

There, once again, the sad footage

we've been watching all day.

A beloved visionary who turned a single

radio station into a global media empire...

... Preston Blake, dead at 82. More after this.

You're watching

the Blake Broadcasting Network.

The stock of Blake Media,

the parent company of this network...

... plunged this morning

on the news of Blake's death...

... but bounced back after a statement by

Blake's long-time number 2, Chuck Cedar.

All the king's horses

and all the king's men...

... couldn't save Preston Blake

from becoming a human Popsicle.

And sources indicate that Blake, who was

single and had no children, left no will.

So who inherits Blake's 49 percent stake

in the company's stock...

... valued at $40 billion?

We'll discuss that with people close

to Blake, including his long-time barber...

... on tomorrow's Inside Access.

Until then, I'm Mac McGrath.

- Are we clear?

- Clear!

Babe? Where's Babe?

- I'll come over and choke you to death.

- Babe!

I got to go.

Freaking barber!

That's the best you could get me?

People tell everything to their barbers.

He's been his closest confidant

for more than 20 years.

I'm not putting this guy on the air.

Get me something better and get it quick.

Or it's your ass.

Did we find this heir yet?

We should be getting that information

via fax any minute now.

I have lawyers

looking through birth records...

...in all 50 states, Puerto Rico and Guam.

In fact, we have a little pool going.

Guam's paying off at 1000-1.

Is this a joke to you?

Some genetic lottery winner

now controls the fate of this company.

No, I agree. It's troubling.

Troubling? Your beard is troubling.

Your pipe is troubling.

Your yellow teeth are really troubling.

But if I lose control of this company,

it'll be catastrophic.

Does anyone know a Dr. Mendlesohn?

Congratulations, you have a spastic colon.

That would explain a lot.

"Longfellow Deeds."

Chuck, I think we're there.

My God, it's all green.

Look at that thing.

Fighter pilot on your left.

Got that sucker!

You guys lost?

We're looking for somebody:

Longfellow Deeds.

Is that Deeds' first name?

If the Deeds you're referring to

is Longfellow Deeds...

...then yes, that is Deeds' first name.

I don't know Deeds' first name.

Maybe it's Greg.

- Maybe it's Longfellow.

- Maybe.

But I don't know. I know another guy

named Greg. You want me to call him?

No! Thank you.

Please, just tell us where Deeds lives.

All right, don't get all hyperactive.

I'll take you straight to him.

Step right in, fellows.

- He lives at a pizzeria?

- You can't live in a pizzeria.

He lives upstairs. He owns it.

Excuse me. Is Mr. Deeds around?

No, I'm sorry, he's out making deliveries.

The regular delivery guy called in sick.

- But you don't look too sick, Murph.

- I forgot I was faking sick today.

- You two tricked me into coming here.

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