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♪ With a million neon rainbows
burning below me ♪

♪ and a million blazing taxis
raising a roar ♪

♪ here I sit above the town

♪ in my pet-pailletted gown

♪ down in the depths

♪ on the 90th floor

♪ while the crowds at El Morocco
punish the parquet ♪

♪ and at 21

-♪ the couples clamor for more
-so nice talking to you.

Hi.

♪ Im deserted, depressed

♪ in my regal eagle nest

♪ down in the depths

♪ on the 90th floor

♪ when the only one you wanted
wants another ♪

♪ whats the use of swank

♪ and cash in the bank galore?

♪ Why, even the janitors wife

♪ has some sentiment
in her life ♪

♪ but here am I

♪ facing tomorrow

♪ alone with my sorrow

♪ down in the depths

♪ on the 90th floor.

(Laughing)

Brava, Tess.

Thank you, baby.

Its terribly sad,
though, isnt it?

"Down in the depths
on the 90th floor."

Mm-hmm.

What floor are we on,
by the way?

The 63rd floor.

And by the way...

Where are your shoes?

I didnt bring them.

Ive been thinking recently

that all this time
ive been spending

with human beings might be
having a negative effect on me.

Go on.

Well, for instance,

this evening, when I got
the call to meet you,

did you notice
that I was just a wee bit late?

Yes, I did.

Well, thats because I...

I couldnt make up my mind
which shoes to wear.

(Sighs)
What do you think of that?

I mean, I remember the time
when I didnt want

to wear any shoes at all.

And yet here I was today
trying to decide

between the pink ones
and the gold ones,

and finally I said,
"you know what, Monica?

Forget it-- dont wear
any shoes at all."

Im going back to my roots.

Thats very interesting.

But since youre going
back that far,

ID like for you
to stop in the 1800s

and remember everything you can
about a man named Jack Clay.

Jack Clay.

Yes, I was in search and rescue
at the time.

Tess, that has to be
over 100 years ago.

-I mean, he must be...
-Oh, yeah.

Hes passed on and,
unfortunately, forgotten.

Well, nearly anyway.

Look there.

Good seeing you.
Take care.

My goodness.

Thats Everett.

Hes Jacks great-grandson.

(Quiet gasp)
The resemblance

-is remarkable.
-Hi. How you doing?

Tess:
Yes, it is, and the resemblance

doesnt stop there,
im sorry to say.

Oh, dear.

I dont understand
human beings sometimes.

It seems
that no matter how many times

their ancestors tripped
and fell in the past,

some people still have
to go down the same road

and fall all over again.

And when its
from the 90th floor

or even from the 63rd floor,

its a long way down.

♪ When you walk

♪ down the road

♪ heavy burden

♪ heavy load

♪ I will rise

♪ and I will walk with you

♪ ill walk with you

♪ till the sun
dont even shine ♪

♪ walk with you

♪ every time, I tell you

♪ ill walk with you

♪

Walk with you

♪ believe me,
ill walk with you. ♪

-♪ Now youre here
-♪ now youre here

♪ and now I know

-♪ just where im going
-♪ just where im going

-♪ no more doubt or fear
-♪ no doubt, no fear

-♪ I found my way
-♪ I found my way

-♪ for love came just in time
-♪ love came just in time

-♪ you found me just in time
-♪ you got here just in time

-♪ and changed my lonely life
-♪ changed my lonely life

-♪ that lovely day
-♪ that lovely day

♪ and changed my life
that lonely day ♪

♪ you changed my life
that lovely day, yeah. ♪

(Applause)

Hey, dad, you were great.

-(Laughing): Thanks.
-Have you met Tina?

Hi, Tina. Enjoy yourself.

Now, tell me who you are
and which of my friends

had the vision
to bring you along tonight.

My name is Tess, Mr. Clay.

And you really have
a lovely place here.

And you have
a magnificent voice.

Thank you.

But youre not
from New York, are you?

No, im just passing through.

Well, arent we all in a way?

But not everybody passes through
in such style.

You say that
as if it were a bad thing.

Oh, no, the only problem
with style

is you cant take it
with you when you go.

No, but then you cant take
anything else, either.

You take love.

(Laughing):
Oh.

I knew you werent
from New York.

You two were wonderful.

Thank you.

Uh, Carla, Simon-- Tess.

Nice to meet you.

Shes visiting from, uh,

California-- im guessing.

-Ev?
-Hmm?

Are you doing marbella
this year?

Ive already sent
the yacht ahead.

Ill be flying there
next week to join it.

Well, think about cap ferrat.

Well be there
till the opera season starts.

And you know
youre always welcome.

I miss the column door.

Carla: Well, the house in Aspen
is just sitting there, you know.

Its yours
if you get to Colorado.

Oh, thanks, Carla.

(Doorbell rings)

Excuse me a moment.

Its my father.

I dont believe it.

The old man himself, hmm?

83, and still runs
the family business.

Plastics, textiles.

Ive heard they, uh,
even make buttons.

(Both laugh)

Dad, I wish ID known
you were coming.

I wish ID known I was invited.

(Laughing):
Well, youre always invited.

I read the society column
this morning.

And I dont usually bother
with that drivel.

The fact that you credit
your success

to the strong puritan work ethic
that you inherited

from your

mayflower

ancestors,

from your

mayflower

ancestors,

well, it just caught my eye.

(Laughing):
Dad...

I could spend
all night dissecting

the stunningly false elements
in that statement.

But thats not why I came.

Your boat,

your little yacht,

on its way across the Atlantic,

the one you sent ahead
to avoid the annoyance

of actually being on it,

has sunk off the coast of Spain.

What?

My god, no.

I spent years designing that--
its irreplaceable.

Well, I guess
I could replace it.

I still have the plans
somewhere, but...

What a waste. My god.

Hey, grandpa.

Carson, what did you do with
that $5 million I gave you?

Uh, well, I, uh...

I formed an Internet start-up
that incubates web sites

to allow for online broadcasting

of previously recorded material
for personal downloading.

And what is it worth today?

Uh...

Today?

$5 million means absolutely
nothing to you, does it?

Youve taught him well, Everett.

ID like to see you at my office
at 9:00 tomorrow morning.

Do you know where it is?

Yes, sir.

(Clears throat)

Oh, by the way,

about that yacht.

You never bothered to ask
if anyone drowned.

(Door closes)

Life has just been

one long party
for you, Everett.

Punctuated by the occasional
yacht sinking

and misplaced cummerbund.

You have played and spent
and drunk your way

through the last 55 years.

And if you dont die
of a heart attack,

youll die
from sheer overexposure

to unlimited wealth.

And when that happens,

it wont be your fault.

It will be mine.

Theres a story in the Bible

about the prodigal son

who takes his share
of his inheritance

and leaves town
and piddles it all away

until he ends up penniless
and miserable,

sleeping in a barn
and slopping pigs.

He finally returns home,

having learned that money
is no substitute

for the things
that really matter in life.

Like hard work and integrity.

And family.

And his father welcomes him back
with open arms

and tears in his eyes.

Well, son, ive been waiting

to welcome you home for years.

But you never came.

And that is because
you were just

never miserable enough.

And so...

Im going to help you out.

What?

You are cut off, son--
your credit cards,

your limousine, your penthouse,

your monthly allowance.

Everything this company
has provided you,

and now this company
is taking it back.

You are disinherited.

Youve got to be kidding.

This is ridiculous!

Yes, it is.

I should have done it
a long time ago.

I hope you have some cash
in your pocket.

My god, youre serious.

Youre throwing me out
with nothing.

Im supposed to walk out of here
and never look back, right?

No.

I hope you look back.

I truly do.

Whether or not youll admit it
to your society friends,

we are not
the highfalutin descendants

of old money
andmayflower

families.

Of old money
andmayflower

families.

Your great-grandfather, Jack,
started this company

by carving these buttons.

The first buttons he ever made.

He sold them two for a penny.

He never owned a yacht.

He never gave a fancy party,
but somehow,

he learned to do
an honest days work

for an honest days pay,
and im proud of that,

and someday,
I want to be proud of you.

So im not going
to let you leave here

with nothing today.

Im giving you...

...this.

Oh, wow.

Thanks, dad.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

(Engine starting)

(Dialing)

Operator: Your service
has been disconnected.

(Dialing)

Operator: Your service
has been disconnected.

Tess:
You need a lift?

Oh, Tess, isnt it?

Yes.

-I-I was just, uh...
-Oh, dont explain.

People experience all kinds
of emotions

when theyre disinherited

and lose millions
and millions of dollars.

Oh, my god.

It must be all over town.

Im finished.

I cant show my face
around here.

Well, aspens nice
this time of year.

Thats right.

Simon and Carla said I could use
their house any time...

But its in Colorado.

I dont even have taxi money
to get home.

That is, if I had one.

Well, you know,
its the funniest thing--

im just leaving for Colorado.

Really?

I dont suppose
youre going there

on your, um... plane?

No. Thats my baby.

Oh, looky here.

Take this.
You could use it

for the chilly nights
in the mountains.

Come on, lets go.

Everett:

Well,

we

re making excellent time.

Im a very good driver.

Where do you want
to spend the night?

Oh, were not
going to stop, honey.

Im going to drive
straight through.

Tess: ♪ shell be coming
around the mountain ♪

♪ when she comes,
when she comes ♪

♪ shell be coming
around the mountain ♪

♪ when she comes,
when she comes ♪

♪ shell be coming
around the mountain ♪

♪ shell be
coming around the mountain ♪

♪ shell be coming
around the mountain ♪

♪ when she...

Good morning,

and welcome to Colorado.

Colorado?

Last time I looked,
we were in Indiana.

Central city?

Tess:

PR

esidents, millionaires,

opera singers and high society.

They all came through here

when it was a big mining town.

-Mmm.
-Interesting, huh?

Yeah, but how far
is it to Aspen?

Dont you get it?

Aspen is nothing compared

to what central city was
100 years ago.

This was the place.

Yeah.

Come on, I got something
I want to show you.

Come on. Come on.

I thought we were going to get
some breakfast.

Looky here.

Who is she?

You never heard of the face
on the barroom floor?

(Chuckling):
No.

Well, some people say that

its the lost love of a miner

who drew her to pay
his bar bill.

And then some people say

that its all a practical joke
by a traveling sign painter.

They spent years trying
to figure out how she got here.

Well, shes beautiful.

Its a shame nobody knows
who she was.

Oh, I didnt say that.

I know who she was.

She was a friend of Jack clays,
your great-grandfather.

And how would you know that?

Im a history buff.

Now let me ask you

a question.

That deerskin jacket

that you almost threw away
on the sidewalk,

that was his, wasnt it?

And there was

a button missing, wasnt there?

(Chuckles)

You want to know why?

I must admit,
this is somewhat intriguing,

but frankly, ID rather be
on the road to Aspen.

Im not very interested
in my family tree.

Well, excuse me for saying so,

but your not being interested
in your family tree

is what got you on the road
to Aspen in the first place.

Now, why dont you
just sit down,

have a cup of coffee

and listen
to a nice little story?

Im buying.

(Chuckles)

Bartender?

-Yes, maam?
-One cup of coffee

and one cup of tea, please.

Coming right up.

Now, this face,

her name was Monica,

and she worked right here

in the teller house saloon.

Hes coming.

♪

It was in 1893,

and central city
was a great big silver town.

Or was it a gold town?

But that doesnt matter.

I thought you were
a history buff.

Do you want to hear this story
or not?

Now, your great-grandfather

was not a bad man,

but he wasnt
a happy one, either.

He was just trying to get along

-thanks.

-A

nd make that big strike

so he could make up

fo

r all the bad decisions

he made in his life.

Sarsaparilla?

Its good for what ails you.

Welcome to the teller house.

Mighty fine place
you got here, sir.

My names Clay, Jack Clay.

Andrew.

And ID be prepared to sacrifice

a bottle
of my amazing miracle elixir...

For something a little stronger.

Oh, thats okay, Mr. Clay.

Sarsaparillas on the house.

(Clears throat)

(Music stops)

Hey, sure thing.

Ready?

(Piano plays jaunty tune)

♪ When I was a lad,
I served a term ♪

♪ as office boy
in an attorneys firm ♪

♪ I cleaned the windows
and I swept the floor ♪

♪ and I polished up the handle
on the big front door ♪

♪ I polished up the handle
so carefully ♪

♪ that now I am the ruler
of the queens Navy ♪

♪ now, landsmen all,
whoever you may be ♪

♪ if you want to rise
to the top of the tree ♪

♪ if your soul aint fettered
to an office stool ♪

♪ be careful to be guided
by this golden rule ♪

♪ be careful to be guided

♪ by this golden rule

♪ one bottle of elixir
and you will see ♪

♪ just why I am the ruler
of the queens Navy ♪

♪ the queens Navy.

(Music ends, Jack laughs)

(Applause)

Thank you.

(Piano plays lively tune)

Thank you all
for your generosity.

Yes, sir.

And to pay you back,
heres some magical Eli...

...elixir.

Man:
You got any more of that?

Yes, and theres more,
theres more.

For you, sir.

Thank you, maam.

Tell Andrew im obliged
for the grub.

Its been a while since ive
been pleasured by home cooking.

Ill repay the kindness one day.

Theres no need, Mr. Clay.

Kindness is a gift.

Sarsaparilla and pretty manners.

I got to get out
of this Sunday school.

You in or out, Clay?

Um, in.

Two.

Its up to you, Clay.

Will you take an iou
from a gentleman?

If the gentleman has something
to back up that iou.

A right honorable horse
named judge

and my gun.

Show your cards.

Three majestic...

Kings.

Full house.

Queens over nines.

Your gun, sir?

Its been a pleasure
doing business with you.

Tess:

The next morning,

ja

ck came loaded for bear.

(Piano playing)

Morning.

Morning. Where is he?

Who?

Barkley stubbs, the man

I was playing cards with
last night.

I got to get my saddlebags

before he takes off
with what used to be my horse.

Stubbs?
Hes long gone, mister.

Gone where?

Nobody knows where he goes.

He just comes into town
every once in a while,

cheats some more sap
out of everything hes got,

then disappears
into the hills somewheres.

Cheats?

Yep. Usually comes up
with a full house.

Queens over nines
is his favorite.

But I guess you know the game,

being a snake oil salesman
and all.

Say, you didnt get taken
by old barkley, did you?

Im going to go after that son
of a grizzly bear!

Whos coming with me?

Ill go.

Youre a woman.

Im an excellent tracker.

-Really?
-Really?

Really.

(Sniffing)

Youre from Tucson originally.

(Sniffs)

You havent handled any actual
gold ore for over three weeks.

(Sniffs)

And this morning, you had eggs
on sourdough toast

and lingonberry jam
across the street.

Shes right-- every word.

All right, lets go!

Can I bring Andrew?

I dont care what you bring

as long as it aint
sarsaparilla.

And then they did western things
like jump on their horses

and yell "yee-haw" and ride off
into the sunset and stuff.

Thats not exactly what youd
call an historical rendition.

Oh? Were you there?

No, I wasnt there.

I wasnt there then,
and I dont want to be here now.

(Wheezes)

Are you all right?

Yeah. Just a little...
A little short of breath.

Thats all.

Must be the altitude.

Let me get you some water.

(Sighs)

I thought wed have more time.

It happens when it happens.

Heres some water.

Oh, thanks.

I always get a little dizzy

when im too high up
above sea level.

Well, how did you manage
the 63rd floor all these years?

Well, I managed,
but the 63rd floor is gone.

Unfairly taken...
Like everything else I own.

But you still have a son.

Yeah.

Hes the only thing
I ever did right.

But...

But?

$5 million.

I should never
have let him lose it.

I could sure use that money now.

Everett, money
is not the issue here.

What your son needs
is something you could use:

Character.

But the problem
is you cant download

character off the Internet.

Youve got to get it
the old-fashioned way.

And I suppose you think
snake oil salesman

and two-bit gambler Jack Clay
was a model of moral rectitude.

Jack Clay was a man
who was willing to change.

I dont know how you do it,
Andrew, out here.

Your stew tastes
just like my wife helens.

I hope thats a compliment.

Oh, she can make mangy longhorn
taste like t-bone.

(Coyote howls)

Shes one fine woman.

You must miss her very much.

Mmm.

♪ Let me call you sweetheart

♪ im in love with you

♪ let me hear you whisper
that you love me, too ♪

♪ keep the love light glowing
in your eye... ♪

(Coughs)

What are you making?

Its going to be a button.

Odd thing for a man to make,
right?

Not at all.
Buttons are very important.

Buttons hold the whole world
together.

Thats what Helen always says.

Youd think they were diamonds

the way she goes on
about buttons.

Pearl buttons, polished mahogany
buttons, ivory buttons.

Buttons I cant afford
to buy her.

So you make em for her.

Yeah, I make em
from stones, wood.

Made these from antler tips.

Anything I can find.

Ive made her a button
for every day ive been away.

Got a whole saddlebag
full of em.

Except theyre in the cheating
hands of barkley stubbs.

I wonder if Mr. Stubbs knows

the treasure he has
in those saddlebags.

They aint worth a plug nickel.

Sentimental values
a poor substitute for gold.

No.

That depends on how a man
measures himself.

As long as barkley stubbs
gets measured

for a pine box, who cares?

Every day I have to spend
looking for him,

looking to get back
whats rightfully mine,

keeps me another day
from making my own fortune.

And going home.

(Laughs)
How did you do that?

Its like that bottle trick
you did at the saloon.

Youre not gonna tell anybody,
are you?

Secret pocket.

Whenever I get a lot of money,
im gonna keep it right there.

Right now, this picture
of my wife and daughters

the only thing ive got
thats worth anything at all.

(Stubbs chuckles)

I ought to shoot you
in your thieving back right now.

Clay?

Surprise.

Wheres my horse?

Sold it.

Looks like queens over nines
have been mighty kind to you.

How many people have you cheated
out of everything they own?

I dont know.

How many bottles
of that phony miracle elixir

you sold to poor old miners?

Theres a difference between
salesmanship and cheating.

Not much of one
from where I stand.

Monica:
No, Jack, please!

Dont shoot.

ID be doing the world
one heck of a favor.

Thats not for you to decide.

I didnt bring you here
to kill a man.

I brought you here to bring back
only what belongs to you.

I want more than that, Monica.

Im tired, havent had
a bath in months.

I want to go home.

And im taking that gold
one way or the other.

How could you go home to Helen

with a mans blood
on your hands?

(Both grunting)

(Gunshot)

(Stubbs groans)

It was an accident.

Youd about convinced me
not to shoot him,

but he grabbed the gun.

Nearest hospital is in Denver.
Thats 45 miles away.

Hes not going to make it
down the mountain.

(Groaning continues)

(Stubbs groans softly)

All that gold sitting there,
and ID trade every ounce

-for a hospital nearby.
-Mmm.

And some ether. (Coughs)

How about some of that
miracle elixir of yours?

Nothing but maple syrup
and water...

And the snake oil, of course.

Thats what I thought.

What happened to US, Jack?

How did we get so low?

I was a decent man
when I left Wichita.

Lot of men paid dearly
for whats in this strongbox.

Im sorry for that.

But now that its
going to be yours,

things can be different.

Nobody else has to get hurt.

You... you lost one
of your buttons.

Sorry.

That dont matter.

Just a kind of hobby of mine.

These are the first ones
I ever made.

My wife made the coat,
and I carved the buttons.

You know, I sold the ones
you were carrying.

Sold em to a lady.

You mean someone paid
good money for these things?

(Chuckles)

I got more for them
than I got for your horse.

(Coughs)

You got real talent, Jack.

I hope youre smart enough
to use it.

I wasnt.

And now im dying
on a mountaintop.

And im never going to see
my wife and kids again.

Grab that saddlebag.

Theres a map in there.

Itll get you back here
from central city.

Dont take the gold
with you now,

or somebody will kill you
for it,

sure as im dying here.

Youre angels, arent you?

Yes.

Poor buzzards hallucinating.

No, hes not.

I got some things
I got to say to god now.

You mind leaving me alone
with them for a while?

You sure?

I havent been so sure
of anything in a long time.

I never knew a man like that
could deserve a decent grave.

He didnt deserve it.
He asked for it.

Sometimes it takes
his own death

for a man to get
his life right.

Maybe so.

Tell the truth,
that old polecat and I

had more in common
than I care to admit.

Im not quite sure
what to do about that.

Yes, you are.

Barkley had a second chance.

It only lasted a few hours,
but he took it.

What are you going to do
with yours?

I guess I... ill just take
what he took from me.

Well leave the rest.

It aint easy, but...

Leave it.

So he just walked away
from it all?

Yes. He used his money
to go back to New York,

and he started
his button company

with nothing but hard work.

(Chuckles)

Well, I guess the old boy
had some character after all.

I dont think I could have
just walked away

from a box of gold
just sitting there.

(Laughs) Oh, wow!

(Gasps)

(Chuckles)

Happy days are here again!

(Laughs)

Well, this must be an old trail

because the road goes left
and the map goes right.

Well, hold on.

My god, its true.

Tess, come on! This is it!

...five, six,

seven, eight.

Knock yourself out.

Okay, Jack, dont let me down.

The gold is here, Tess.

I can feel it.

Here we go. Yes!

(Metallic clank)

This means I dont need
my dads money anymore.

I dont have to crawl back
and beg for anything.

Here we go!

(Grunts)

After all these years, im free.

(Grunts)

Here it comes.

I dont believe this.

Son of a...!

Its empty.

The lousy stinking box is empty!

Tess:
No, its not.

Look again.

Well...

Its a button!

Its

the

button.

Its

the

button.

Remember, I asked you,

did you want to hear the story
about what happened

to the missing button
from the jacket?

Well, thats it.

Thats where its been--
in that box all these years.

I couldnt care less
about a button.

I want to know
where the money went.

You said he didnt want it.

He changed his mind.

What?

He changed his mind?

Thats it? Thats the story?

This has all been
about a... a useless,

utterly worthless button?

Are you nuts?!
I need money! I need it now!

What good is an empty box

with a button in it
gonna do me?!

Its going to help you
get a second chance.

Youre out of your mind!

What?

(Groans)

Everett, youre having
a heart attack.

This has been coming on
for a long time.

(Groaning and gasping)

So this is it.

Im going to die out here
just like barkley did.

For a button?!

(Everett whimpering)

(Panting)

55-year-old male.
V tach, 200 beats per minute.

-BP 80/50. -Okay, I want
to start a second line.

-I want a chem pan of abgs,
chest X-ray. -Yes, sir.

-Lets get him started on
a 12-lead. -All right, doctor.

-Come on.
-Okay, folks, all together,

on my count. Ready?

-One, two, three.
-(Grunting)

I know you.

Youre the face
on the... barroom floor.

Yes. He put it there,
so that when this day came,

you would recognize me.

Who?

Who put it there?

God.

You see, I am an angel.

Then its true.

Barkley stubbs did see angels
before he died.

Yes.

I see.

What are you
thinking about, Everett?

Im thinking
about my son, Carson.

How I wasted 50 years
on champagne

and first-class tickets and...

Friends who wont even bother
coming to my funeral.

Im thinking about my father.

How I let him down.

Do you remember the story
he told you, your father?

-About the prodigal son?
-Yes.

I wish I were living in a barn
and slopping pigs right now,

but I dont even deserve that.

And if youre an angel,
then theres a god.

So I guess im gonna find out
what I... do deserve.

Probably some special kind
of hell for wastrels.

Is that how it works?

No, thats not
how it works, Everett.

(Sighs)

You see, god is a father, too,

and he gave this life to you.

And, yes, hes disappointed
that youve used it

to spend money instead of love.

But children disappoint
their parents every day,

and that doesnt stop fathers
from loving their sons,

and that doesnt stop god
from loving you so much

that hell wait a lifetime
if thats what it takes

for you to become the man
that he created you to be.

I dont know how to do that.

Yes, you do.

Remember the button?

I think that your

great-grandfather
left that button behind

as a way to say
to whoever found it someday,

"I started all over again
with nothing but a decision

"to live my life
simply and honestly.

I am going to do that,
and you can, too."

Well, maybe he tried, but...

He must have failed.

He went back for the gold,
remember?

Yes.

But there was a reason.

I hope it was a good one.

Oh, yes, it was. It was.

You are going to get
a second chance, Everett,

and no matter how much time

is left to you in this life,

just remember:

Youll always be
your fathers little boy.

(Sighs)

O2 stats are at 95.

And vitals?

Stable. And...

And what?

Looks like hes crying.

Okay. Good. We got him.

Nice work, people.

Lets get him upstairs.

Woman (over intercom): Mr. Clay?
Your son is on line three.

Thank you.

The answer is no.

Well... you were right.

If the question is...

"Did I ever appreciate
everything I had?"

The answer is no.

If its, "am I a good son
and a good father?"

The answer is no.

If its, "do I deserve another
chance?" The answer is no.

But...

Im-im not the same person
who left New York, dad.

I know thats hard
for you to believe.

I havent been gone
very long, but...

I want a chance
to prove that to... to Carson.

And to you.

Dad?

Come home, son.

Just come home, hmm?

(Chuckles)
Th-thanks, dad.

Thanks.

(Sighs)

-Everett: Thank you so much.
-Nurse: My pleasure, Mr. Clay.

(Chuckling):
Hey. Tess.

I have brought you

an im-glad-you-got-well
present.

(Chuckling):
Oh!

You notice anything different?

The button-- you found it.

Well, nobodys going to believe

this story if you havent got
all your buttons. (Laughs)

(Laughing)

Its great to be alive!

Tess:
Yes, it sure is.

(Chuckling)

You know, Tess,
you never did tell me

what old grandpa Jack did
with all that gold.

Thats right.

I never did.
(Chuckles)

(Dove coos)