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and Bernie needs to pee.

Name the act that banned alcohol.

Volstead Act.

- What year?

- 1919.

- Huh?

- 1919.

Yeah. Do you think we can turn

this down a notch below deafening?

Amy!

OK.

How long...?

- How long did Prohibition last?

- Fourteen years.

Pay up, buster.

Hey.

I looked for you.

Yeah, right. Gimme my money.

Really. I did.

- Is that your daughter?

- Yeah.

- Amy.

- Oh.

Mine's a few years younger.

- What's her name?

- Amber.

- Oh, she's adorable.

- Yeah.

They make it all worth it, don't they?

Nice briefcase.

It was a gift... from my wife.

Oh, jeez. Guess I should

get one for my husband, huh?

"Lf lost, please return

to Charles Christopher Schine."

Charles Christopher Schine.

Isn't Schine a Jewish name?

- Rabbinically.

- Christopher Schine.

My mom was Catholic.

I got all kinds of guilt.

Oh. How's that workin' out for you?

Fine. I had a lot of therapy

when I was a kid.

- You're kinda funny, aren't you?

- You're an easy crowd.

- What's your name?

- Lucinda.

Lucinda Harris.

So we came here when I was little,

just me and my mom.

- We were only gonna stay a year.

- Mm-hm.

- How about you?

- Oh, all over.

I was an Army brat.

I grew up everywhere and nowhere.

My address changed every six months,

and so did my best friend.

But, then again, I got to change too.

If I screwed up in Fort Hood, Texas,

they didn't have to know about it

in Saratoga, New York.

I could just be this whole other person.

That happen a lot? You screwing up?

Mm-hm. Yep.

I was the consummate rebel

against authority.

- Oh, is that what you called it?

- No, that's what my parents called it.

I called it gettin' lit.

But then I got my act together

when I got out of school,

and Dad really wanted a lawyer.

He settled for a banker.

The next stop

is Chicago Union Station.

This is the end of the Red Line.

All passengers,

please disembark at this time.

Thank you.

Busy day?

Oh, in finance, every day is a busy day.

Oh, I bet you're getting a lot of angry

calls with an economy like this.

Well, if you consider

death threats angry.

Tell me about it.

Clients, they love you

when times are good...

No, no, no, when times are good,

you never make them enough money.

There's always some cousin

or brother or grandmother

whose stock split 64 ways,

and why can't you sell 'em one of those,

like I got some

crystal ball or something.

Tell me about it.

I got fired off my biggest account.

My boss didn't even warn me.

Supposed to be a good friend of mine.

That bastard.

Do you want me to yell at him for you?

Give me his number,

Ill crank-call him.

Some people just don't know how

to appreciate what they've got.

Morning, Charles.

Yes, sir.

- What up, Chaz?

- Hey.

You all right?

You look a little sick in the face,

- like you got the bug.

- No.

- It ain't contagious, is it?

- It's nothing.

- That's what Dick Lembergh said.

- Who's Dick Lembergh?

Ain't nobody now.

That motherf***er dead.

Winston.

Come here. Let me ask you something.

- This about the computers?

- No, no.

I appreciate what you did for me.

Forget about it. Buy me a beer sometime.

This is something else.

Go ahead. Shoot for it.

Say you went to the movies,

but you forgot your money,

and someone offered

to buy your ticket for you.

- In Chicago?

- I'm just saying, hypothetically.

It's only right

to talk to them, isn't it?

I mean, thank them.

Show you appreciate it somehow, right?

This full price or matinee?

That's the difference

between five or ten bucks, man.

You know what?

Never mind.

Hey, yo. I asked that cop

about those questions,

and three other players

were National League.

I'm still working on that.

I need those answers

by tomorrow to get that moola, baby.

- We're cool about the computers, right?

- Yes, Winston. We're cool.

Chaz.

We're cool about the computers, right?

Avery Price.

- Lucinda.

- You mean Lucinda Harris?

Yeah. Could you tell her

it's Charles Schine?

Ill put you through to her office.

- Charles.

- Hey.

We have this beautiful house

in Lake Forest,

just the kind of house

I dreamed about as a kid.

What's your husband do?

- He golfs.

- For a living?

He wishes.

No, he's a broker. We met at Stanford.

He's up at 3am so he can be

in the offices when London opens.

We also have an apartment in the city.

He stays there during the week

to avoid the commute,

and of course,

the weekends are for golf.

So when do you see each other?

The usuals.

Birthdays, Christmases.

We communicate mainly via Hallmark.

But hey, I have a beautiful,

wonderful baby girl, so there.

Deanna!

Amy. Amy!

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me, sweetheart?

Breathe. Breathe, Amy.

Breathe. There you go.

Daddy's here. It's OK.

Everything's OK. Daddy's here.

There you go.

There you go, sweetheart.

Stay with me.

There you go. There you go.

It's OK, sweetheart. It's OK.

Shh.

Amy. There you go.

- It's all right, baby.

- There you go.

- Diabetes?

- Type 1. Worst kind.

We took out

a second mortgage on the house

to get her one of those

mobile dialysis machines

so she doesn't have to go

to the hospital every day.

Cant they, um...?

Cant they give her a new kidney?

They have. Three times.

Her body keeps rejecting them.

There's this new anti-rejection drug

coming out, supposed to be amazing.

Has to be approved,

but they say it's got a 99 percent rate

- of success in the tests so far.

- Expensive?

Like you wouldn't believe.

And, of course,

insurance won't cover it.

Sure. Probably cheaper

to let her suffer, right?

We're OK.

We've been saving for years.

So now we just sit around

and wait for the call.

Hi. Amy, don't let Bernie out.

Hey. You home?

Yeah, just now. What's wrong?

I just got out of Eliot's office.

He slammed me

with some big new account.

I'm gonna be home late,

so, uh, don't wait up.

All right. How come you're

calling from your cell phone?

Amy, your bag's in the back.

I don't know.

I'm just down the hall and wanted

to let you know as soon as possible.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

It's been kind of hectic lately.

Um, I gotta go.

All right. See ya.

Bye.

Yeah. All right, honey.

Excuse me.

Same again?

I'm drinkin' you under the bar, mister.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- I bet I can do it in three drinks.

- You like to gamble?

Lt's not really gambling

when you never lose.

- I got a bet.

- Really?

Ill bet you $20

that I can kiss you

without ever touching your lips.

- Kiss me?

- Without touching.

How?

What do you mean, how?

That's the bet.

OK. Let me see the 20.

Worth every penny.

What are we doing?

I've never done this before.

Me neither.

All the years I've been married,

never lied to my husband.

Not once.

Bartender! Johnny Walker Black Label,

no ice, please.

- Excuse us, please.

- Oh, there she is. Hello, beautiful.

- Can I buy you a drink?

- I have a drink.

Can I buy you the bar then?

Do yourself a favor, buy a better line.

Excuse me, we're talking here.

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