Cocktail Page #7

- Waitress?

- I'll be there in a second.

Excuse me. Could you tell me

what the specials are, please?

What are you doing here?

Bet you thought

you'd never see me again.

"Hoped" is a better word.

- Excuse me, waitress?

- I'll be there in a minute.

Miss, we have theatre tickets.

Look, uh, you obviously

are not here to eat,

so I'd appreciate it if you'd leave.

- Miss?

- Waitress?

- I'll be there in a minute.

- I'm not leaving.

Your sexy little smile's

not gonna work this time.

- I'm not leaving. That's it.

- You're not leaving?

Not until you let me

apologize.

- Did you say you'd like

to see the specials, sir?

- I'd like to see the specials.

- Excuse me.

- Look, we've been waiting...

Today's specials are

meat loaf mozzarella...

chicken a la king.

May I suggest some

ketchup for your fries?

Ah, f***.

Sh*t.

I'd think twice about ordering

the specials if I were you, huh?

Spare change

for my dry cleaning?

Sorry. Payday's Friday.

You wouldn't treat a stray dog

like this, would you?

A stray dog can be loyal.

All right, I'm a rat.

There's no hope for me.

But even I have a right

to defend myself, at least to explain.

Taxi!

Come on in.

Is this our waterfall?

No.

It's terrific.

Yeah, it's all right.

The name's Mooney, not Monet.

So, uh, why did you humiliate me

like that in Jamaica?

How did I humiliate you?

Brian, I was there.

I saw you go off with that woman.

You're such an a**hole.

It's not as bad as it seems.

See, Doug landed

a rich chick.

- And that night he bet me

that I couldn't do the same.

- A rich chick.

- So, you'd go with a woman

just because she had money.

- No, it's not the money.

He bet me that I wasn't

good enough to hustle her.

Hustle her?

And I was worth so little to you

that you could just take

some stupid juvenile bet?

No. You see, a guy lays down a dare,

you gotta take it.

Brian, how do you think I felt

seeing you go off with some woman...

after the time

that we spent together?

Just hold on a second.

You were pushing me down there.

You were coming on

too strong, too fast.

Oh, I was pushing you?

Well, you know,

you happened to be there too.

I-I thought that we had something going.

I didn't play any games with you.

I know.

I'm sorry. I...

I guess I just got spooked.

But now I know I can handle it.

Oh, you can

handle it, huh?

- So what if you got spooked again?

- I won't.

- I'll bet I can spook you.

- No way.

I'm pregnant.

I'm spooked.

It's mine?

I was only asking.

Look, you're not going

to be bothered or burdened, okay?

You can still go out

and make a million. Don't worry.

I'm not worried.

I mean, I am worried.

- I don't want to talk

about it any more.

- Okay.

Just go!

- Why?

- Because I want you to go,

all right? Just go!

You let me come up here just

so you could kick me out, didn't you?

No.

No, just get out!

I know you're upset, but if this

is the way it's going to be,

why did you even tell me about the baby?

Because I knew it would be the best way

to get you out of my life.

... Square Garden. Syracuse trying

to stay within striking distance...

of Pittsburgh in the Big East.

Hey, that's for

cigarette change.

When you hand it to me,

it's for change.

When you put it on the edge

of the bar, it's a tip.

- Hey, kid.

- Hey, Uncle Pat.

Ed, how are you?

I got a problem.

You got time for a quick talk?

Well, make it fast.

I'm real busy here.

What's the matter?

I'm going to be a father.

That's it! Bar's closed!

Finish up!

- Aw, Pat, come on!

- Hit the road! Let's go!

- Eddie, finish up.

Everybody out of here.

- What?

Now, you ought to know better

than to come to a bartender for advice.

- What am I going to do about this girl?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean, nothing?

- She's not trying to shake you down.

She's not trying to make you marry her.

You don't care about her.

You can walk away

from the whole thing.

- What if I do care about her?

- Then you've got a problem.

Jordan, I just want

to talk to you.

She's not hiding.

She's not home.

She's at her parents' place.

Go bang down their door.

- You wouldn't happen to know

where that is, would you?

- Sure. Park Avenue, corner of 67th.

- Park Avenue?

- Yeah. Park Avenue.

Listen. You get here when you say

you will or you won't work

in this building again.

- Excuse me...

- So you'll be here what time?

- I don't mean to bother you...

- What time did you say you'd be here?

Hello?

I'm sorry. What apartment

are... are the Mooneys in?

- It's the penthouse.

Your name, please.

- Brian Flanagan.

- Are the Mooneys expecting you?

- No, not exactly.

All visitors have

to be announced, Mr Flanagan.

Mr Flanagan,

will you come in, please?

- May I take your coat, sir?

- Okay.

- There will be someone

with you in a moment.

- Thank you.

I'm Richard Mooney.

- I'm Jordan's father.

- I'm Brian Flanagan.

- I've come to see her.

- Well, she's not here.

But come in. Come in.

I'd like to talk to you.

Sit down. Sit down.

Well, I've certainly heard a lot

about you in the last couple of days.

You know,

I don't know what really happened

between the two of you, but, uh...

I must say, I think you've got

a hell of a lot of nerve...

coming up here after what

you did to my daughter.

I understand that.

And I realize that

Jordan is very upset.

But if I could talk to her,

make her see that I'm going

to stick by her through this.

I hope you're not suggesting

that you'll marry her.

I'm not sure what we're going to do.

We've got a lot to talk about.

The hell you do.

The hell you do!

All right, look, I know Jordan

a lot better than you do...

and I've never seen her

as unhappy as she is at this moment.

She is just not very wise

in the ways of the world.

- And right now what she needs

around her are people she can trust.

- She can trust me.

She doesn't want to see you.

She doesn't want to even talk to you.

Just wait here for one moment

for me, will you, please?

- Good afternoon, Miss Mooney.

- Hi.

- Mr Mooney, I think I'm just...

- Mr Flanagan, here.

- What the hell is this?

- That's for you.

$ 10,000?

- Is that all your daughter's worth?

- Okay, how much will it take?

I don't want your goddam money.

You can't buy me out of Jordan's life.

You think I'm letting some bartender

walk into my family and destroy

my daughter's life?

- That is her choice!

- The hell you say.

- Her choice!

- The hell you say!

- What is going on here?

Jordan, I came by here

to talk to you.

- Look, if you don't get out of here,

Flanagan, I'm going to have you

thrown out on your ass!

- Dad... Dad, I will handle this.

Jordan... Jordan, I know the other night

I didn't say the right things.

God knows, I have not

done the right things...

but I think there's

a chance for us.

Brian, there is no "us."

There are just too many things

about us that don't work.

What about the baby? I mean,

a kid... our kid needs a father.

Not one that's not going

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