Mr. Deeds Page #2

He's dead.

Oh, no. If there's anything I can do...

Deeds! Deeds!

I'll be right with you guys.

When Mr. Blake died,

he left an enormous fortune.

$40 billion. He left it all...

...to you, Deeds.

Wait a minute.

What are you talking about, you got

to get back on duty? You're not a cop.

You're right.

I got this down at the costume shop.

But it can't hurt to pretend.

What a wisenheimer!

Okay, everybody, it's show time.

I call this "50th Anniversary Card."

Which is quite a feat nowadays.

"Fifty years have passed by

with laughter and tears

"Do you remember when we went to the zoo

"and that time we drank all the beers?"

Beers!

"I promise to love you for 50 years more

"Even when your bosoms

sag down to the floor"

That was awesome! How's he do it?

It looks like you won't have

to deliver pizza anymore, Deeds.

You're a very rich man.

What's that got to do with delivering pizzas?

Ladies! The top one is yours.

- Thank you, Deeds.

- Of course.

- Yummy!

- So, Deeds, what's new?

I found out I have an uncle, but he died.

That's too bad.

- He gave me $40 billion, though.

- Well, that's nice.

Oh, yeah!

Don't you go and spend it all

on some fancy record player.

I won't.

Who are your friends, Deeds?

I'm sorry.

Chuck, Cecil, this is Jane, Kitty and Sue.

- Pleasure to meet you, Cecil.

- Pleasure's all mine, Kitty.

Or should I just say, "Meow"?

Keep it in your pants, Anderson.

- Now, why am I inheriting this money?

- You're Mr. Blake's closest living relative.

- Really? He had nobody else?

- Nope, that's it.

Gosh, I never even met the guy.

Would you hold this for a second?

Mr. Wetherley. How you doing, pal?

Very well, Deeds.

Just going to the pharmacy.

Well, let me get you there a little quicker.

- How's your wife?

- She's fine.

- Terrific. Say hi for me.

- I will.

Okay. Here you go.

- Thanks for the lift, Deeds.

- You got it.

We need you to come back to New York

with us. Just for a few days.

We're drawing up some papers

you'll need to sign.

What kind of papers?

Technically, you've inherited

Chuck and I, along with

some of the partners, will buy that stock...

...for $40 billion,

which we've had to borrow from various...

Who cares about

the financial mumbo jumbo?

We need a little time

to dot the t's and cross the i's.

And while we're doing that,

we need you to stay away from the press.

The media frenzy will die down

in a couple weeks but until then...

You don't want reporters crawling

all over this lovely little town, do you?

Oh, no!

- Crazy Eyes!

- What?

How you doing, pal?

I got your pizza, just the way you like it.

Oh, yes!

French fries and Oreos.

You know me all too well, Deeds.

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