Chauffeur and rich family son
I need help. I’ve got this little romantic rendezvous tonight and, uh, I was wondering if you could hook me up with a place to eat.
A restaurant?
This girl I like, she doesn't know who I am. You know, she thinks I’m this normal parking attendant, and, you know, I just wanna keep it that way.
Ah.
So... Where do people like you go out?
People like me?
Yeah, you know, like poor-poor people. Where do you eat when you go out?
You know, Jeremy, I actually make a pretty decent living working for your family.
I’ve seen you eating your bag lunch, and, you know, I don't know what's going on with the whole silent-movie-star moustache, but it seems pretty... poverty-related.
You’re right, Jeremy. I... can't actually afford a beard.
Oh. That’s a good one.
In the interest of full poor disclosure, Maureen and I do enjoy, occasionally, going out for pizza or a walk down the Brooklyn promenade.
That’s sweet and simple. I like it. Sometimes, after, we'll take a bottle of wine up on the roof and...If the stars are out and the mood hits us, well..., you know us poor people.
You do the deed alfresco?
Yep.
Clarksdale! You’re like the-the fountain of middle class romance-formation.
I have been called that before.
Sit-in
I know this whole get-together may seem a little old-fashioned, but I thought it was time to cut through the haze of go-betweens and talk in person.
Hey, I couldn't agree more.
Paddy... I’m glad you came. Thank you.
As long as everything's moving forward, dad, I’m happy.
No hard feelings.
So... What are you doing with my son?
Doing?
What?
No, what is the nature of your alliance?
Hold on a second. Are you kidding?
This is none of your business anymore, dad. You don't have to answer that.
No, no, no, I’m happy to. I’m ecstatic.
I’ve simply offered myself to Patrick as an advisor and a friend during this time of transition.
So you're not using him as a pawn to enact revenge against me, huh?
Um, I think... that Patrick’s pedigree combined with his passion for social justice is going to make him a very effective senator. I’m excited to be on his team, that's all.
Dad, try not to make a fool of yourself, okay?
What’s this all about, Tripp?
It’s about the chilling heartlessness of a man determined to tear asunder the long-standing family ties in the course of his vendetta. Do you want to tell them why you want to destroy my family, or shall I?
You present yourself as some sort of modern-day saint. But that's not who you are at all. You’re not motivated by benevolence. You’re driven from your very core by an obsessive malevolence against me and my family
I’ve gotta get going.
Paddy, hear this out.
Tripp, none of this is personal. It’s business.
So... your family's history with my family has nothing to do with it?
What are you - what are you talking about, Tripp?
I didn't know what his real name was before. But as soon as I found out, everything fell into place. His parents used to work for our family, for a long time. Do you want to continue, or shall I?
I wove to hear what you think you know.
Your father was my mother's lover. well, that was the rumor, and my father couldn't live with those rumors, true or false, so he dismissed his parents, and they fled to the soviet union with the belief that communism spoke more clearly to the plight of African Americans. But it wasn't so rosy over there, was it? His family ended up in a Siberian work camp, and they died there, leaving you an orphan. Is that true?
It touches on the truth.
No, it is the truth. And it's the truth that you hold me personally responsible for the death of your parents.
See, I don't need some desiccated old man to tell me my history.
Desiccated?
Especially one who gets it all wrong. My parents didn't go to Russia by choice. Your family forced them there.
Oh, no. you've got it all wrong.
I’m not dried meat, and your parents were not deported from this country, and you know it. No, no. but once their names had been handed over to the state department, they were, for all intents and purposes, hounded out of this country, so, yeah, their deaths lie at the feet of your family, completely.
All right, I’ve heard enough.
Look, I don't know who's telling the truth here, okay? But the fact that you lured all of us up here for this little performance of yours and then get everyone else involved with your game, hat arrogance is precisely why I stopped trusting you years ago, and why I will never trust you again. Do you understand?
Rich son and “poor” lawyer’s wife
Jeremy?
Hey, Lisa.
Hey. Is Nick here?
Actually, he's bailing your brother out of jail.
What’s going on? What are you looking for?
Bingo. Is it cool if I borrow your place tomorrow night?
Jeremy...
What? I’m not driving.
You’re a valet.
Oh, right. Yeah. So can I use your place?
For what?
Well, this girl I’m into doesn't know who I am. She thinks I’m poor.
What gave her that idea?
I told her I was poor.
Ah.
So I just need a place that looks like a poor guy would live there,
You know? Jeremy, we're not poor.
Those ants look pretty low-budge.
Those ants cost 12,000, bucks.
Proving my point. Look, I’ll pay you if you want,
You know, if you could use the cash, I have a better idea. How about you tell her the truth, get to know each other as people?
I like your style, Lisa. But that ship has sailed.
Two fresh brothers
You have got a great sense of humor. Of course.
What’s this?
It belonged to my father - our father. I don't know. I thought you might want it.
I don't.
Okay.
Nothing’s changing, you know, between you and me.
I see.
I mean, even if we're related, we're not family, and we never will be.
Oh, wait.
What? What, Brian? How many more awful things do you want to say to me? I’m in the same boat you are. We both got a raw deal. We’re brothers and our father's dead, so don't let that change anything. Just wrap yourself up in the comfort of your meanness and your self-pity and just say it. Say you hate me. Get it over with.
Fine. I hate you. Would you sit down, please? Come on. This is what church is for - dragging the ruined past through the messy present into the perfect future, and ruining it together. Come on. Would you sit down, please? Thank you.
You’re welcome.
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