Lullaby

You are going to jail, sir.

For what? For going

to the bathroom?

I couldn't hold it.

It's a federal violation to

smoke in an airplane lavatory.

As it should be. It's

a disgusting habit.

There were two of us

who witnessed it.

It's your word against ours.

Come on...

Beth.

You're so agitated.

You're not really going

to arrest me, are you?

I am.

Excuse me.

Yes?

- Can you tell me your name, please?

- I can't help you, sir.

Look, I'm not a

criminal, all right?

I'm just going through a lot

of hard shit right now.

It's Janice.

It's very nice to meet you, Janice.

I only ask because when

I tell this story,

I'm gonna want to know which one

was the mean-ass flight attendant

and which one has

the kind blue eyes.

Mm...

I have to get back to work.

Can you help me out, please?

There's nothing I can do.

Look, I'm an addict.

Isn't it bad enough

that I'm gonna die from

this shit someday?

If I could help you,

I would, but I can't.

My father's dying.

He's in the hospital right now,

and I'm flying back to be with him.

There's nothing more

that I'd rather do

than avoid it, but I can't.

And I know that this

sounds incredibly absurd,

but you gotta believe me.

I mean, who would lie about

something like this?

If your father's not dying,

you're going to hell.

My father is dying,

and I'm already in hell.

He's been dying for years.

He's gotten good at it.

Doesn't mean I want to watch.

I'm not gonna spend my life

in some fucking hospital,

these lights, that smell.

What am I even doing here?

Home, sweet home.

F*ck.

You are CEO of Stone

fucking Andrews.

How is this not up to you?

Look, Wyatt, I have to do

- what's best for the bank.

- Mr. Coleman,

we all know that Frank's

gonna foreclose on you,

so this would all be a lot

easier if you stopped posturing.

There isn't a bank in this city

that would foreclose on me.

I don't need your favors. Let's go.

- I'm sorry, Robert.

- Steven, sit down.

Wyatt, please.

We all have a lot at

stake here, gentlemen,

but I think I have a scenario

in which we all can be winners.

Wyatt, you're going

to sell the portfolio

- to Steven at his price.

- But...

Just...

Steven, you're going to cut

the Coleman group in for 20%,

because nobody can manage

these assets like they can.

- Robert...

- Let me finish, will you?

Frank, Stone Andrews is gonna

write down the paper by 40%.

It's overvalued, anyway.

You know that.

The three of us are gonna form

a new entity, which I will run,

and this entity will

build upon these assets

and others which we

all will contribute,

and we'll use them as

a foundation to buy,

with a focus on true value,

every distressed piece of

real estate in Manhattan.

Now, I would assume

that Stone Andrews

would be interested in dealing

with a company like ours,

so I'm going to give

you first crack

at the lead position for

our debt financing.

Gentlemen, do we have

an understanding?

Yes.

Yes.

Absolutely.

Thank you, Robert.

I apologize for any

misunderstanding.

Then we have a deal.

Now, if you will excuse me,

I'm taking my son to lunch.

Look at you.

Is that my tie?

Excuse me.

Jesus.

What the hell you think you doing?

Shit. Sorry.

You know what? Out.

Out!

Look, it's out, all right? Look...

Carrie, would you calm down?

I'm just trying to get upstairs.

No, you're not going upstairs.

This motherfucker come

walking in my hospital,

acting like it's a smoking

section or some shit.

You got a lot of nerve.

Jesus, my dad's dying

in there, all right?

Hope you're happy.

I'm very disappointed

in you, Carrie.

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