EXCUSE ME, SIR,DO YOU HAVE A MINUTE?

- MAYBE.- OKAY.

ALL RIGHT.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?

IT'S ALL YOURS.

YES?

NOT GONNA ASK ME ANYTHING?

EH.

- DO YOU HAVE A MINUTE?

- FOR WHAT?

- OKAY, WHATCAN I HELP YOU WITH?

WHO'S THIS FOR?

I DON'T EVEN KNOWWHAT THAT IS.

- [mumbling quietly]- I'M SORRY?

- [mumbling quietly]- HOW CAN I--HOW CAN I HELP YOU?

- [mumbles]

- WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?

- HELLO?

- I'M STANDING HERE ATTHE HEART OF THE NEVADA DESERT

JUST 70 MILESNORTH OF LAS VEGAS.

THE LAND I'M STANDINGON HERE IS PUBLIC.

BUT THE LAND BEHIND THIS FENCEIS STRICTLY OFF-LIMITS.

FOR YEARS,RUMORS HAVE BEEN CIRCULATING

ABOUTA TOP SECRET PRIVATE EVENT

THAT'S HELD HEREON THE 12,000 ACRES

OF PRIVATELY-OWNED DESERTBEHIND ME.

MY SHOW HASJUST OBTAINED DOCUMENTS

THAT REVEAL THE APPALLINGTRUTH OF WHAT GOES ON HERE

IN WHAT THE PARTICIPANTSCALL "THE POOR FARM."

FOR ONE WEEK OUTOF EVERY YEAR,

THE WORLD'S500 WEALTHIEST PEOPLE

GATHER IN THISMETICULOUSLY SIMULATED

POVERTY-RIDDEN COMMUNITY--

REPLETE WITH TRAILER PARKS,

SUBSIDIZED HOUSING TOWERS,AND TENT CITIES.

AND FORSEVERAL MILLION DOLLARS,

EACH ONE OF THEM GETS TOREVEL IN PRETENDING

THEY ARE THE POORESTOF THE POOR.

SO TELL MEABOUT THE POOR FARM.

- I'VE BEEN THERE.I DROVE IN THEIR SUPPLIES.

- MM-HMM.- THEY GOT THEMSELVES

A WHOLE CRAPPY CITYOVER THERE.

THEY GOT, LIKE, PROJECTS,AND, LIKE, SEVEN ARBY'S,

AND BOARDED-UP DINERSAND INTERNET CAFES.

- SO WHAT'S THE WORST THINGYOU'VE EVER SEEN?

- MY DADDY KILLING HIMSELF.

- NO, I MEANON THE POOR FARM.

- OH, TWO GUYSTAKING A [bleep] ON A BUS.

- THAT IS PRETTY NASTY.

- YES, IT WAS.

- YOU MAY ASSUME THAT THISIS A PHOTO OF A HOMELESS MAN

ON THE STREET OF SOMERANDOM AMERICAN URBAN LANDSCAPE.

BUT THIS MANIS CARLOS ALVAREZ,

ARGENTINEANTELECOMMUNICATIONS MOGUL.

NET WORTH...

THESE TWO ARE NOTYOUR EVERYDAY LAYABOUTS

DRINKING ALL DAY INA DILAPIDATED PUBLIC PARK.

THEY ARE JASON FEINMAN,RETAIL CONGLOMERATE CEO,

AND CHARLES WHITWORTH,OIL BARON,

WORTH SOME$3 BILLION IN ASSETS.

- I USED TO GO A LOT.

IT WAS A ROUGH WEEK.

I MADE $7 AN HOUR WORKINGIN AN ALL-NIGHT GAS STATION.

LIVED IN A 10X12 APARTMENT

WITH RATS, AND ROACHES, ANDBED BUGS, AND CONCRETE WALLS.

- SOUNDS AWFUL.

- [chuckles]NO, IT WAS FANTASTIC.

THE BEST PART WASGOING HOME.

SEEING THE DIFFERENCE.

OH, THAT AND...AND THE TIME

ME AND ROGER GUGGENHEIMTOOK [bleep] ON A BUS.

OF THE ACTUALPOOR FARM ITSELF--

EXCEPTA COUPLE FUZZY SNAPSHOTS,

WE'VEACQUIRED THE LOCATION

OF THE SECRETENTRANCE POINT, AND...

GUYS,THE VAN JUST STALLED.

- WHAT?- WE OUT OF GAS?

- NO,IT WAS A FULL TANK.

[scoffs]

- DID YOULEAVE THE LIGHTS ON?

- NO, I DIDN'TLEAVE THE LIGHTS ON.

DID YOU?- WELL, TRY IT.

TRY IT AGAIN.

- NATHAN?- YEAH, SOUNDS GOOD.

- NO, DO YOU KNOWANYTHING ABOUT VANS?

- WHAT, NO--WHAT?

- THE VAN IS DEAD.

SO YOU GUYS NOW HAVE TOUCHEDEVERYTHING IN THE ENGINE,

AND YOU BOTH KNOWNOTHING ABOUT ENGINES, RIGHT?

LEO, YOU WANNACHECK THE OIL AGAIN?

- IS THAT WHAT THAT IS?- [sniffs]

- JUST CALL A TOW TRUCK.

I GOT NO BARS.YOU GOT ANYTHING?

- NO RECEPTION.- I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING.

- NATHAN?- I DON'T HAVE A PHONE.

- YOU DON'T HAVE A PHONE?

- I SKYPE.- OH, MY GOD.

WELL, I MEAN, WE'RECOMPLETELY SCREWED, RIGHT?

SO WE'RE INTHE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT,

70 MILES FROM ANYTHING.

OH.

THERE'S A TRUCK.

HEY.

- OH, GEEZ, THANK GOD.

- THANKS FOR STOPPING.

- HEY, YOU FELLASLOOK LIKE YOU COULD USE A HAND.

- OH, OUR VAN BROKE DOWN.

- WELL, THIS AIN'T THE BESTPLACE FOR THAT TO HAPPEN.

- NO.NOT AT ALL.

- YOU GUYS MAKINGA MOVIE OR SOMETHING?

- OH.A TV SHOW.

JUST SHOOTING A SEGMENTFOR IT AROUND HERE.

- WELL, BIG SHOTS!

- NO, NO.NO, NOT REALLY.

I MEAN, ME,A LITTLE BIT.

- I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I CAN DO.

TEN MILES UP THE ROAD HERE,THERE'S A LITTLE DINER.

IT'S GOT A PAYPHONE.

MAKE A CALL ANDGET YOURSELF A TOW TRUCK.

- THAT'S PERFECT.THANK YOU SO MUCH.

- YOU GOT IT.- UM...

- NATHAN, WHYDON'T YOU GO WITH HIM?

- [speaks indistinctly]

- GO CALL THE TOW TRUCKAT THE DINER.

- THAT'D BE PERFECT.JUST HOP ON UP IN THERE, BUBBA.

- THANKS AGAIN.- NO SWEAT.

I HOPE YOU GUYSGET FIXED UP REAL QUICK.

- I HOPE SO TOO.IT'S NASTY OUT HERE, HUH?

HE'S GONNA BE FINE,RIGHT?

- YEAH,HE SEEMED ALL RIGHT.

- I WOULDN'T HAVE GONE.

OH, HOLD ON.

NATHAN?

- YEAH.- GET ME A TEA AT THE DINER?

- A TEA?- YES, A TEA.

- AH!- BLACK TEA.

- BLACK TEA?- YEAH, GET A RECEIPT.

GET A RECEIPT.- BLACK TEA, NO--

NO MILK, NO SUGAR.- OKAY.