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Tad: My gut tells me that Ryan is innocent, but why on earth would braden stick his neck out for him? Dixie: I don't know. Maybe they went to high school together or went to the same college frat. Tad: I got it. You two are friends, right? What did you guys talk about? Dixie: Mostly you. Tad: No, seriously, what about family? Dixie: Dysfunctional. Tad: Like there's any other kind? What about his name -- Braden? Braden what? Dixie: I actually just think it's -- all I know is just Braden. Tad: That's his first and last name? Honey, only lounge acts and pop stars have one name. Dixie: Well, maybe he has an embarrassingly weird first name. Tad: Like what? Dixie: Thaddeus. Tad: Talk to the hand. Dixie: Ok, all right, back to Braden. I would suggest searching his room, but he moved out when uncle palmer did. Oh -- Uncle Palmer's home office. Tad: That's brilliant. If we're lucky, there will be a paper trail -- some kind of social security number o employment records. Dixie: Yeah, yeah, let's just go check it out. Tad: I didn't even know palmer had a home office. Dixie: Yeah, it's next to his secret room. Next scene Tad: well, so much for Palmer's home office. Dixie: That was very weird. No payroll taxes no computer files, not even a w-2 with his name on it? Tad: Yeah, well, maybe Palmer cleared it out when he left. Dixie: That's impossible. He left too quickly. And Opal's never going to let him back in the front door. His appointment book and his address book is still on the desk. Tad: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Dixie: No. Can't be that easy. Tad: Why not? Works in tv movies. Yeah, here. Take a look at this. I'm going to go through the desk. Dixie: B, B. Nothing under b for "Braden." Tad: Try L for "lackey." Dixie: Did you find anything? Tad: Yeah, a bunch of locked drawers. Any idea where the key would be? Dixie: No. But I know somebody who's pretty good with his hands. Sir? Next scene Dixie: Have you found anything enlightening? Tad: Oh, yeah. I found a Philippine rubber price index and what looks like a profit and loss statement for an Asian silk conglomerate. Oh. Hey, hey, hey. What's this? Dixie: What? What? Tad: Open box of chocolate-covered milk bombs. Dixie: Tad. Tad: They're my favorite. You want one? Dixie: No, thank you. Tad: Hmm. Chocolaty goodness. I wonder if they stick to Palmer's bridgework. Dixie: I can't believe we can't find anything with Braden's name on it. Tad: That's because we're going about it the wrong way. Dixie: What? Tad: We're spinning our wheels. Dixie: No, you said something about going about it the wrong way. Tad: Terrific. We're striking out, but at least I'm loved and understood. Dixie: Yes, I love you, and I try to understand you. Oh, I have an idea. Let's just call Palmer at Cortlandt E. Tad: Good girl. Go right to the top. Dixie: Hello. Rosie, this is Dixie. Hi. How are you? How's Alex? Straight a's. Wow, that's very good. I'm impressed. You must be very proud. Is my uncle there? Hmm. No, he's not. Tad: Try the accounting office. Dixie: Could you hook me up with accounting? Preferably payroll. Great. Thank you. Don't put that thing in your mouth. That's disgusting. Hi, my name is Dixie Cooney. I am Palmer Cortlandt's niece. I'm doing a little background check on one of his employees, a fellow named Braden. Yes, I don't know whether it's his first or his last name, actually. I know he was hired sometime around the end of October by Mr. Cortlandt himself. Confidential? Excuse me, ma'am, can you tell me your name? Mrs. Mcdougall. Well, Mrs. Mcdougall, the last time one of the number-crunchers who had the job before you crossed me, we had a very difficult little situation and now she's night manager at the burger barn. So if you could do me a favor and call me back at Cortlandt manor on uncle Palmer's private ~ line, I would really appreciate it. Great. You can get back to me with that information within the hour. Thank you. Tad: Baby, you are good. Dixie: Baby, when I'm good, I'm very good. But when I'm bad, I'm better. Next scene Dixie: Tad, would you cut that out? We're on a mission, for crying out loud. Tad: And you are my girl Friday. Dixie: I am your girl every day of the week, and don't you forget it. Tad: And Thursday and Wednesday and Tuesday. Absolutely. Dixie: We should've been getting a phone call by now from Mrs. Mcdougall. Maybe I should call her back and rattle her cage. What do you say? Tad: You can rattle my cage any day of the week. What do you say? Let's throw this stuff on the floor -- [Telephone rings] Dixie: Oh, no, no. Tad: Right now, on the desk. Dixie: That's it, that's it. Ok, shh. Be quiet. Hello? Hi. Yes, thank you for calling back so promptly, Mrs. Mcdougall. Do you have Braden's file? Wonderful. Why don't you start at the beginning, and don't leave anything out.
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