Down to Earth Page #3

- Hey, it's your call. | - Hey, Joey.

- Hello. | - Hey, Joey, help me. I can't-

He's perfect.

Picky, picky. | Really picky.

Man! Who lives here?

Charles Wellington, | the 15th richest man in America.

He owns sporting teams, | cable companies,

health insurance companies, | you name it.

Just finished building this high-tech | penthouse controlled by supercomputers.

If I don't like the body, | can I keep the crib?

Wait a- How'd you do that?

I'm a friggin' angel. | I can do whatever I want.

What is it?

Cocktails, madame.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. | Thank you, Wanda.

It's my pleasure, | Mrs. Wellington.

- Is that the guy? | - No.

That's Winston Sklar, | Wellington's private secretary.

They're waiting for Wellington's body | to be discovered.

- What are you talking about? What? | - They're trying to kill him.

- We gotta do something! | - Thank you, Wanda.

"Thank you, Wanda. "

Who the hell she think she is? | You frigid, stuck-up b*tch.

If you really want to thank me, | get that cheap-ass husband of yours...

to pay me a decent wage.

One more face-lift, that | b*tch gonna be fartin' out her nose.

Why haven't they found him yet?

I'm a murderer. I'm a dirty murderer. | I should be punished.

Punish me.

Oh, I'll punish you.

Lance.

Call the cops. | Call the cops. Call the cops.

I was on vacation | and that Wellington...

flew me in | from North Carolina...

- Call the police. Call the cops. | - to change the channel on the TV.

Call the cops. 9-1-1. 9-1-1.

- You're damn right I was mad! | - Mamacita, nueve,

- I had tickets to go see the O'Jays. | - uno, uno.

Nueve, uno, uno.

Where's the phone? Where's the phone?

No can do, Lance. The phone company | doesn't provide service to dead people.

You wanna make a call, | get a body.

Well, find me another body. I don't | want anything to do with these freaks.

I am here to see Mr. Wellington, | and I'm not leaving until I see him.

- Allow me to speak to Mr. Wellington. | - Yes, you let him know I'm here.

- Mr. Sklar, sir? | - Yeah, Cisco?

It's, uh, Miss Jenkins again, sir. | She insists on seeing Mr. Wellington.

I'm sorry to bust in like this. | Well, actually I'm not.

That's her. | That's the girl.

Hey, remember me?

On the bike. | Run over?

No, that's allright, Miss Jenkins.

So, what can we do for you?

Well, I just wanted to say | that I think you should be arrested.

Holy crap.

What you're planning to do to the | Brooklyn Community Hospital is criminal.

Oh, so you mean that-

You throw those words around like that. | "Arrested. " It kind of hit me.

That really- Ooh!

I don't think there's | anything funny about this.

I work at the Brooklyn | Community Hospital.

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