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INT: UPSTAIRS HALLWAY -- NIGHT<br />
CHARLES is standing at the opened door of his study. BEETLE<br />
JUICE / IRS is standing just inside the room, as if barring the<br />
entrance.<br />
BEETLE JUICE / IRS<br />
Well, it looks like I'm<br />
going to be working on this<br />
one through the night.<br />
CHARLES<br />
Oh God.<br />
BEETLE JUICE / IRS<br />
But I thought I'd give you<br />
a progress report. I found a<br />
$58,000 discrepancy between<br />
your bank deposits and your<br />
reported income, and so far<br />
I've come across approximately<br />
$160,000 in unallowable<br />
deductions. I telephoned my<br />
superior, and we've decided<br />
to widen the audit to include<br />
the previous three years.<br />
CHARLES is speechless with horror.<br />
BEETLE JUICE / IRS<br />
And Mr. Deetz, this is what I<br />
think of your Schedule W.<br />
He sends a PILE-DRIVING FIST into CHARLES's stomach, doubling him<br />
over, then slams the door in CHARLES's face.<br />
CHARLES<br />
Oh God...<br />
Still doubled over, with the Long Island teas churning ominously<br />
in his bellow, CHARLES lurches down the hallway.<br />
At that moment, EVELYN comes up the stairs, with a very<br />
distinguished looking elderly gentleman.<br />
EVELYN<br />
Oh <strong>here</strong> you are, Charles.<br />
I'd like you to meet the<br />
editor-in-chief of Ballantine<br />
Books. He's very interested<br />
in your ghosts.<br />
CHARLES makes a feeble attempt to straighten up. It is too much<br />
for his stomach.<br />
By the WRETCHING SOUNDS and shocked expression on the publisher's<br />
face, it is obvious that CHARLES has just thrown up on the<br />
publisher.<br />
INT: BATHROOM -- NIGHT<br />
LYDIA is just about finished with her make-up when CHARLES<br />
staggers in, looking like a man who's just lost both his lunch<br />
and his meal-ticket. From the way LYDIA's nose crinkles, it's<br />
obvious he smells like five pitchers of half-digested Long Island<br />
iced teas.<br />
She gets up and goes out.<br />
LYDIA<br />
Eeeeoooouuu. Gross.<br />
INT: HALLWAY -- NIGHT<br />
LYDIA exits the bathroom just as BEETLE JUICE / DANNY DEATH pulls<br />
the door of CHARLES's study shut behind him.<br />
BEETLE JUICE / DANNY DEATH<br />
I've been looking for you.<br />
LYDIA<br />
You have to meet my family.<br />
I've told them all about you.<br />
BEETLE JUICE / DANNY DEATH<br />
T<strong>here</strong>'s plenty of time for that<br />
later.
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