Noah Hunter: Dad, it's getting late. Let's get out of here.
Daniel Hunter: [drunk] Three olives. That is the way to make the perfect martini. Anything less is a crime. Tell that to the IRS. We're running low.
Noah Hunter: Let's go someplace else for a drink. Come on.
Daniel Hunter: I can't. Frankly... I'm swamped. Please leave. You caught me at a bad time here.
Noah Hunter: Look, will you walk away? It's over. And this is not what life's about. Life is about family and sticking together through good times and bad.
Daniel Hunter: [chuckles] Kids today. No respect for capitalism.
Noah Hunter: Look, I'm trying to help you here. I thought we were getting somewhere. I mean, the other day in the park...
Daniel Hunter: It was for you.
Noah Hunter: For me? So, it meant nothing to you?
Daniel Hunter: Don't pull it apart. Just take the memory of it and go home.
Noah Hunter: Look, I listed the boat today on the open market. With a second mortgage on the After Dark club, I can get you between $400,000 to $500,000 to help get the IRS off your back for a while.
Daniel Hunter: I'm sure your mother will appreciate it.
Noah Hunter: Again, nothing! All my life, nothing I do ever makes you happy. I reach out to you, and you reach for the stinking martinis!
[Noah angrily knocks the martini his father is holding aside which shatters against a wall]
Daniel Hunter: Oh, and that was the one thing in this world that I had left to look forward to. It's too late for me, Noah. Nobody can help me now. I owe millions in taxes and fines to the IRS. I'm expecting to be arrested any day, if not any minute, by the tax men. My lawyer just told me that I'm looking at 15 years in a federal prison for fraud and income tax evasion. 15 years... at least.
Noah Hunter: [scoffs] You have nobody to blame for this mess but yourself!
Daniel Hunter: Words to remember. Goodbye, Noah.
[Noah angrily walks of the office and seconds later, there is a huge boom of a gunshot]
