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Hello? Anyone here? - I said, is anyone here? - Quiet down. - Where are you? - I'm here. What is this, a joke, right? Some kind of elaborate practical joke? At my 40th reunion, we delivered a casket... to the class president's hotel room and, uh... Quiet. Where are you going, Bill? I, uh... The great Bill Parrish at a loss for words? The man from whose lips fall "rapture" and "passion" and "obsession"? All those admonitions about being " deliriously happy, that there is no sense living your life without. " All the sparks and energy you give off, the rosy advice you dispense in round, pear-shaped tones. What the hell is this? Who are you? Just think of millenniums multiplied by eons... compounded by time without end. I've been around that long. But it's only recently that your affairs here have piqued my interest. Call it boredom. The natural curiosity of me, the most lasting... and significant element in existence, has come to see you. About what? I want to have a look around before I take you. Take me where? It requires competence, wisdom and experience. All those things they say about you in testimonials. And you're the one. - The one to do what? - Show me around, be my guide. And in return, you get...
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30.8s
It's like you know each other's secrets, your deepest, darkest secrets. - Deepest, darkest secrets? - Yeah, and then you... you're free. Free? You're free! You're free to I... love each other completely, totally. Just no fear. So there's nothing you don't know about each other, and it's okay.
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1m43s
- Bill? - Huh? Bill. - Bill. - Yeah. Yes, he's, um... He's an agent for the Internal Revenue Service. Mmm, yes, we were convinced that Bontecou, on past deals, has structured his mergers and acquisitions... in suspicious and complicated ways so as to evade paying the taxes he is liable for. The agency asked Bill for his cooperation in an undercover investigation of Bontecou. We wanted to go after him, and this deal gave us that perfect opportunity. - And I offered to cooperate. - And we're very grateful. Uh, Agent Joe Black here... Of course, that's not his real name... smelled out your involvement, Drew. He developed evidence you were working both sides of the fence. Unfortunately, that is what is known as a conflict of interest. Undisclosed conflict of interest. - An offense. - An indictable offense. - And a likely conviction. - Very likely. I think I'd like to talk to my lawyer. No lawyers, Drew. Uh, we're gonna offer you a deal. Confess to the board every detail of your participation, then submit your resignation. What do I get? You get not to go to jail. You're talking through your hat. You're offering me a deal because you've got no proof. Proof? We've got plenty of proof. He's talking through his lips. Drew, make no mistake. Should you choose to test my resolve in this matter, you will be looking at an outcome that will have a finality... that is beyond your comprehension. And you will not be counting the days or the months or the years, but millenniums in a place with no doors.
Meet Joe Black
47.6s
All right, you win. Soon as I get back to the city, I'll meet with the board. You're meeting with the board right now, Drew. Resignation accepted. Moreover, I propose a motion to reconfirm William Parrish... as chairman of the board of Parrish Communications, as well as a rejection of the merger with Bontecou International. - How say you, board? - Yes. - Yes. - The motion is passed. Thank you. That's great. But it's more than I bargained for. I just wanted to set the record straight. You have. Sounds like these guys want you back, Bill. We'll get their apologies later. Meanwhile, enjoy your party. Celebrate. I'll attend to the nasty details. And, Mr. Black, may we say thank you? My pleasure. This is an I.R.S. Agent's dream. I'll be promoted chief of section off this.
Meet Joe Black
1m15s
Yes. "Yes" what? Yes is the answer to your question. - What question? - Oh, Bill. Come on. The question. The question you've been asking yourself with increased regularity, at odd moments, panting through the extra game of handball, when you ran for the plane in Delhi, when you sat up in bed last night and hit the floor in the office this morning. The question that is in the back of your throat, choking the blood to your brain, ringing in your ears over and over as you put it to yourself. - "The question. " - Yes, Bill. "The question. " The question. Am I going to die? Yes.
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