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to be around in a year.

- Yeah, with your lifestyle,

what kind of a father would you...

- Dad!

Jordan,

I want a second chance.

No.

I deserve a second chance.

No!

Brian, how am I ever going to know

that you're being honest with me?

- I mean, you can barely

be honest with yourself.

- Honest?

Were you so honest? Why didn't you

tell me you were the original

rich chick?

Because you're so hung up on money,

I was afraid that I'd never know

how you really felt about me.

Me!

How you really

feel about me.

You see this?

This is your father's idea

of how to get me out of your life.

This...

is how hung up

on money I am.

And as for the way

I feel about you...

I guess you'll never know.

Here's a 20. Let me in.

Hey, what about us?

Let us in, Henry.

It's cold out here.

Henry, remember me?

- I'm Bruce Springsteen's cousin.

- You look more like his couch.

Henry, I'm-I'm Doug's friend.

Look, Mr Coughlin doesn't have any

friends on a Saturday night, all right?

- Good evening, Henry.

- Hey, hey!

Hey!

- Hey, where's Doug Coughlin?

- He's over there.

- Over there?

Hey, you! You!

Doug!

- Coughlin!

- Flanagan!

My best friend in the world.

My only friend.

Piss off, Henry. It's okay.

It's great to see you, my only friend.

Sit down. Sit down.

I don't know. Looks like you've got

a lot of friends here this evening.

- Proctologist's dream.

- What?

Wall-to-wall a**holes.

Great to see you,

Flanagan.

Yes, because you know

I've come to pay off my bet.

- Brian.

- Kerry.

- What are you doing here?

- I've come to beg and plead for a job.

Be great to get some talent

behind the bar.

Well, let's go somewhere

we can appreciate this. Come on.

What are you doing out here?

Get in there and spend some money.

Keep me in the manner

that I'm accustomed to.

Very good. How are you? Get in there

and spend some money, you two.

What do you think

of my rowing boat?

- Jesus Christ!

- Come aboard, ye land lubber.

Baccarat crystal.

Louis Treize, voila.

Should we let it breathe?

It hasn't breathed

in 50 years.

It's dead.

Let's just drink it.

Health and friendship?

Life and love.

Douglas Coughlin, your ship...

has certainly come in.

My ship...

My ship is going down,

and I'm going down with it.

- How's that?

- Oh, this is an illusion.

I'm on my ass.

I haven't got a pot to piss in.

A hundred grand a week. Painful.

I should have read some of your

sacred books, young Flanagan.

The only thing I know about saloons

is how to pour whisky

and run my mouth off.

I knew nothing

about insurance...

or sales tax

or the building code...

or labour costs

or the power company...

or purchasing or linens.

Everyone with a hand

stuck it in my pocket.

You must make enough

to cover that.

If I'd stuck to what I know best,

which is almost nothing.

Instead I put all

the cash into commodities...

and blew the f***ing lot.

On the margin.

Buy, cover, buy, cover.

I wanted it fast.

See the headlines.

"Douglas Coughlin.

From Bartender

to Billionaire."

- Hey, Doug, take it easy, huh?

- Relax.

The luck is gone,

the brain is shot...

but the liquor we still got.

Doug!

Doug, are you down there?

She knows nothing about this.

She thinks I'm a f***ing hero.

My princess, my dream.

Oh, baby, not again.

I want to go home.

Come here.

A toast, Flanagan,

to the first and last person...

I ever cared about.

To my wife.

Doug?

Doug. Doug, wake up.

I want to go home.

You know, you're the only person

in the world Doug respects.

We were a good team once.

Walk me to my apartment.

I hate going to that place alone.

- I better check on Doug.

- Please.

I want to talk about Doug,

about his problems.

Doug says you're

incredible with women.

A real ladykiller.

Is that what he says?

What's your secret weapon?

Well, what you see

is what you get.

- Hold it.

- What did you do that for?

I can't make it with

my best friend's old lady.

Am I supposed to live

with the same man...

day in and day out, forever?

- And have no one else in my life?

- Yes. It's called marriage.

You wanted this as much as I did.

That's why you're up here.

But you can't do it now, can you?

You're scared.

- I don't know what the f*** I'm doing.

- You're just scared!

Hey, Doug.

Doug.

What the...

Help me!

Somebody help me!

Somebody help me!

Is there anything at all

you can tell me about what happened?

The Lord is my Shepherd,

I shall not want...

My dearest Brian...

a guy like me

looks in the mirror.

He either grins or he

starts to fade away.

And I haven't seen anything

to grin about in a long time.

This may not be

the most graceful exit...

but I know when

the bottle's empty.

About the only thing

I'm really going to miss...

are the conversations

we had going.

At least I get the last word

even if I had to mail it in.

Coughlin's Law:
Bury the dead.

They stink up the joint.

As for the rest of

Coughlin's Laws, ignore them.

The guy was always

full of sh*t.

But I guess you

knew that already.

- Excuse me.

The Mooneys. Brian Flanagan.

- I know who you are, pal.

But I've been instructed

not to let you into the building.

- If you'd just let...

- Leave now!

Look, I just want to talk

to her for a few minutes. I don't

want to cause any trouble. Just...

- Send her a letter. Out!

- Get your hands off me, man.

Out!

Hey!

- Where's Jordan? Where's Jordan?

- She's in there.

- In there?

- Yeah. Hey, you can't go in there.

- Open the door! Open the door!

- Jordan? Jordan!

- What? What's going on?

- Jordan, I have to talk to you.

Please. There's so many things.

I don't know where to begin.

Doug is dead.

- What?

- He killed himself.

- Oh, Brian.

- He was my best friend, but he

was too proud to let me help him.

He was too proud to show how he felt

until it was too late.

I don't want to make

that same mistake, Jordan.

- He pushed right past me

in the sitting room.

- I thought I told you

to keep that punk out of this house.

- I'm sorry. He got by me.

- Jordan? Jordan, are you in there?

I have saved money. I've worked out

a loan with my uncle for some more.

- With hard work, I know I can

turn it into something great.

- Flanagan, open the door!

- Brian, I know you can. I know you can.

But, really, it doesn't really matter.

- No. Listen to me. Listen to me!

- He was on the elevator

before I even know it.

- Give me the key!

I love you. I want to marry you.

I've loved you from the first

moment I saw you, Jordan.

- Open the door!

- Please. Please, come with me.

Flanagan,

get the hell out of my house!

Jordan, wake up. Don't you see why he's

come back here? He's only come back

for one reason... for the money.

- That's not true.

I don't want a thing from you.

- You're not going to get anything,

not one penny.

- He's a loser.

- I'm not a loser.

Please, Jordan, come with me.

- Get him out of here, please.

- Stay out of this. This has

nothing to do with you. Please.

- Throw this bum out of here!

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