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INT. MCGREGOR'S - TWILIGHT

Dimly-lit, noisy, blue-collar airline bar. Machinists and

mechanics still in their overalls at the bar, drinking,

watching ESPN FIGHT NIGHT, on TV. Bud searches the crowd. A

group of middle-aged men wave him over, BLUESTAR AIRLINES

insignias on the pockets... CHARLIE DENT, a rugged, chain-

smoking ex-Marine Sergeant, and DOMINICK AMATO, a big strong

Italian greet Buddy as he comes over.

CHARLIE

Buddy boy, how ya doing?

BUD

Great Charlie, any better it'd be a

sin.

AMATO

(slapping Bud)

I hear all you guys on Wall Street

are millionaires, when you gonna

make us rich?

BUD

Gotta open an account to win the

lottery, Dominick. Give me 15,000,

you'll have a condo in Florida next

Christmas.

CARL

... sure and we'll own the airline.

If he makes anybody rich, let him

make himself rich, so's he can pay

off his school loans.

As he signs an unemployment insurance form for one of his men.

BUD

... nice to see you in such a good

mood Dad, what'd Mom do, give you

fish for dinner? ... You're smoking

too much, how many times do you

gotta go to the hospital to ...

Carl, inhaling his cigarette, grimaces formidably,

terminating the subject.

CARL

...leave me alone willya. Only

thing makes me feel good anymore.

Spaghetti. She makes lousy

spaghetti...

BUD

It's called pasta now Dad,

spaghetti's out of date.

Bud sitting down next to him, pats him around the shoulder.

Dad, a sarcastic and gruff edge to him, makes a faint smile.

He has a genuine affection and pride in his somewhat

glamorous son.

CARL

... so am I. Whaddaya want, a beer?

(to waitress)

Hey Billie, bring another for the

kid, he looks good, doesn't he?

Dominick and Charlie go off. A pause. Father and son sizing

each other up with a look.

CARL

... looks like you grown another

inch... but you don't look so hot,

getting bags under your eyes,

starting to look old like me.

BUD

Ah, I had a tough day. Some jerk

D.K'd me and I gotta cover his loss.

CARL

Speak English will ya.

BUD

D.K. -- didn't know -- who I was

when the options he bought took a

bath. He reneged on me.

CARL

(nods, satisfied)

I told you not to go into that

racket. You could've been a doctor

or a lawyer,

BUD

Coulda been a contender.

CARL (CONT.)

you coulda stayed at Bluestar and

been a supervisor in instead of

going customer relations by now,

'stead of going off and bein' a

salesman.

BUD

(an old story between them)

Look Dad, I'm not a salesman. How

many times I gotta tell you I'm an

account executive, and pretty soon

I'm going to the investment banking

side of the firm.

CARL

You get on the phone and ask

strangers for their money, right?

You're a salesman.

BUD

(ticked)

Dad, it takes time. You gotta build

a customer list. I'm doing it. I

could make more money in one year

as a broker than five years at the

airline.

CARL