Brewster's Millions Page #4

I never had any friends.

Well, Brewster, what do you think.?

You got the balls for it?

I doubt it. That's why I put

a special wimp clause in my will.

You can have a million dollars right now

and forget the whole thing.

0r you can go for the big one, Brewster,...

..the 300 million.

But ifyou fail...

..you don't get diddly.

This is the million dollars.

Oh!

Jeez! I never seen

that much money in my life.

We've investigated

your background, Mr Brewster.

The highest salary

you've ever had is $11,000...

..for one season

with the Toledo Mud Hens.

You've never even had

a credit card in your entire life.

Think of spending a million dollars

a day for 30 days...

..with no assets to show for it.

It's quite difficult to spend money...

..without accumulating assets,

even if the money is spent foolishly.

Surely no one could blame you

for refusing such an eccentric gamble?

That's good advice.

Take the million. It's yours!

What happens if I don't take the million

and I try for the whole thing and I fail?

Granville & Baxter would administrate

the estate in some charitable fashion,...

..for a considerable fee, I'm sure.

- What do you think?

- I don't benefit either way, Mr Brewster.

I'm a completely neutral observer.

Whew.

"Bird in the hand."

That's what my grandma used to say.

I'm gonna go for the 300 million.

When you appear before us

again in 30 days,...

..you must be totally penniless,

without assets of any kind,...

..having just the receipt for your

expenses and the clothes on your back.

Are you certain you wanna do this?

No, sir, I'm not, but I'm gonna

have a lotta fun finding out.

- Send Drake up here immediately.

- Good luck. You're due back in 30 days.

Gentlemen, shall we say

12 midnight exactly?

We're going to assign a paralegal

from our accounting department...

- ..to keep track of your expenditures.

- Does he know about the 300 million?

Drake just knows that

you've inherited $30 million...

..which must be precisely accounted for.

If you tell Drake the truth, you'll

automatically lose the entire inheritance.

I ain't telling Drake sh*t. My lips are

sealed. Lock 'em. Throw away the key.

"Hello, Drake. This is the way I talk.

How you doin', Drake?"

Miss Drake. This is Mr Brewster,

the client we briefed you about.

Oh, yes, Mr Brewster.

It's very nice to meet you.

- It doesn't rain, it pours.

- I beg your pardon?

The 30 million is deposited

in a bank across the street.

I imagine you'd like to make sure

it's real, possibly make a withdrawal.

- Yeah, I'd like to make sure it's real.

- Step this way, please.

- Hey, good luck.

- Yes, sir.

- Spike!

- What's wrong?

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