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To: Max Friedlander <br />
From: John Trent <br />
Subject: SOS<br />
I don't even want to ask. What is it that you want me to do for you, Max?<br />
And please, I'm begging you, nothing illegal in New York, or any other, state.<br />
John<br />
To: John Trent <br />
From: Max Friedlander <br />
Subject: SOS<br />
Look, it'll be a piece of cake: All I want you to do is be me. Just for a week or two.<br />
Well, okay, maybe a month. Simple, right? Here's the 411:<br />
My aunt--you know, the filthy stinking rich one who always kind of reminded me of<br />
your grandma, Mimi, or whatever the hell her name is? <strong>The</strong> one who was so mean about<br />
our apartment? <strong>The</strong> neighborhood wasn't that bad.<br />
Anyway, my aunt apparently suffered a senior moment and let a psychopath into her<br />
place, who conked her on the head and fled, and now she's in the vegetable crisper at Beth<br />
Israel. <strong>The</strong>re is a chance--albeit a small one--according to her doctors, that she might come<br />
out of it. So you understand that it simply won't do to have her waking up and finding out<br />
that her beloved Maxie didn't fly to her side as soon as he heard about her accident. Auntie<br />
Helen's will is arranged 80-20--80% of the twelve million my aunt is worth goes to me<br />
upon her demise, and 20% goes to various charitable organizations she sponsors. We<br />
wouldn't want there to be any sort of untimely shift in those percentiles, now would we,<br />
on account of Maxie turning out to have been playing house with a supermodel during<br />
this alarming tragedy? Of course we wouldn't. Which is where you, my friend, come in:<br />
You're going to tell this neighbor of hers that you're me.<br />
That's it. Just be me, so Ms. Melissa Fuller reports back to Auntie Helen--if she ever<br />
comes around, which is extremely doubtful--that yes, her beloved nephew Maxie did<br />
show up as soon as he heard about her little accident. Oh, yeah, and you might have to walk<br />
this dog a few times. Just to shut the neighbor up.<br />
And of course, if the old biddy shows the slightest sign of rejoining the conscious, you<br />
call me. Got it? And I'll rush right back.<br />
But since I figure the chance of an eighty-year-old woman springing back from this kind<br />
of thing is pretty much nil, I won't be expecting to hear from you.<br />
You know I wouldn't ask you to do this if we weren't talking Vivica here. Okay?<br />
VIVICA. <strong>The</strong> girl is supposedly very well versed in yoga. YOGA, Trent.<br />
You do this for me, and your slate's clean, dude. Whadduya say?<br />
Max