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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 fat, plated gown, down in
the depths, on the

90th floor, while the crowds at El
Morocco punish the

parquet.

And at 21, the couple clamor for more.

I'm deserted, depressed, in my regal,
ego mess, down in the

depths, on the 90th floor.

When the only one you wanted wants
another.

What's the use of swanking cash in the
bank of law?

Why, even the janitor's 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.

Bravo, Ted.

Thank you, baby.

Terribly sad, though, isn't it?

Down in the depths on the 90th floor.

What floor are we on, by the way? The
63rd floor.

And by the way, where are your shoes?

I didn't bring them.

I've been thinking recently that all the
time I've 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

wee bit late?

Yes, I did.

Well, that's because I... I couldn't
make up my mind which shoes to wear.

What do you think of that? I mean, I
remember the time when I didn't 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, don't wear any shoes at all.

I'm going back to my room.

That's very interesting.

Since you're going back that far, I'd
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.

That has to be over 100 years ago. I
mean, he must be... Oh, yeah, he's

on and unfortunately forgotten.

Well, nearly, anyway.

My goodness.

That's Everett. He's Jack's great
-grandson.

The resemblance is remarkable.

Yes, it is.

The resemblance doesn't stop there, I'm
sorry to say.

Oh, dear.

I don't 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 it's from the 90th floor, or
even from the 63rd floor,

it's a long way down.

When you walk down the road,

heavy burden, heavy load, I

will rise and I will walk with you.

I'll walk with you till the dawn don't
even shine.

Walk with you.

Every time I tell you I'll walk with
you.

Walk with you. Believe me, I'll walk
with you.

Now you're here. Now you're here. And
now I know just where I'm going.

No more doubt. No doubt. No fear. I
found my way. I found my way.

Love came just in time. Love came just
in time. You found me just in time. You

got here just in time. And saved my
lonely life.

Hey, Dan, you were great. 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. And you have

magnificent voice. Thank you. But you're
not from New York, are you? No, I'm

just passing through.

Aren't 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 can't take it with you when you go.

No, but then you can't take anything
else, either.

You take love.

I knew you weren't from New York.

You two were wonderful. Thank you.

Carla, Simon, Tess.

Nice to meet you. She's visiting from
California, I'm guessing.

F. Are you doing Marbella this year?

I've already sent the yacht ahead. I'll
be flying there next week to join it.

Well, think about Cap Ferrar.

We'll be there till the opera season
starts, and you know you're always

I missed the column door.

The house in Aspen is just sitting
there, you know. It's yours if you get

Colorado. Oh, thank you.

Excuse me a moment.

My father.

I don't believe it. The old man himself.

83 and still runs the family business.

Plastics, textiles.

I've heard they even make buttons.

Dad, I wish I'd known you were coming.

I wish I'd known I was invited.

You're always invited.

I read the society column this morning.

I don't usually bother with that drivel.

The fact that you credit your success to
the strong Puritan worth ethic that you

inherited from your Mayflower ancestors,
well, it just caught my eye.

Dad.

I could spend all night dissecting the
stunningly false elements in that

statement, but that's 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 haven't used the dining mat. It's
irreplaceable.

I guess I could replace it. I still have
the plan somewhere, but what a waste,

my God.

Hey, Grandpa.

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

Well, I formed an Internet startup that
incubates websites to allow for online

broadcasting of previously recorded
material for personal downloading.

And what is it worth today?

Today?

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

You've taught him well, Everett.

I'd like to see you at my office at 9 o
'clock tomorrow morning.

Do you know where it is?

Oh, by the way, about that yacht, you
never bothered to ask if

anyone drowned.

Life has just been one long party for
you, Herbert, punctuated by the

yacht sinking and misplaced cummerbund.

You have played and spent and drunk your
way through the last 55 years.

And if you don't die of a heart attack,
you'll die from sheer overexposure

to unlimited wealth.

And when that happens...

It won't be your fault.

It will be mine.

There's 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 i've been

waiting to welcome you home for years

But you never came.

And that is because you were just never
miserable enough.

And so, I'm 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.

You've 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.

I got you serious.

You're throwing me out with nothing.

I'm supposed to walk out of here and
never look back, right?

No. I hope you look back.

I truly do.

Whether or not you'll admit it to your
society friends.

We are not the highfalutin descendants
of old money and Mayflower 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
day's work.

For an honest day's pay and I'm proud of
that and someday I want to be proud of

you So I'm not going to let you leave
here with nothing today I'm giving

you This

need a lift?

Oh, Tess, isn't it?

Yes. I was just... Oh, don't explain.

People experience all kinds of emotions
when they're disinherited and lose

millions and millions of dollars.

Oh, my God.

Must be all over town.

I'm finished.

I can't show my face around here.

Well, Aspen's nice this time of year.

That's right.

Simon and Carla said I could use their
house anytime, but it's in Colorado.

I don't even have taxi money to get
home.

That is, if I had one.

Well, you know, it's the funniest thing.

I'm just leaving for Colorado.

Really?

I don't suppose you're going there on
your, um, plane?

No, that's my baby.

Oh, look here.

Take this.

You could use it for the chilly nights
in the mountains.

Come on, let's go.

Oh, we're making excellent time. I'm a
very good driver.

Where do you want to spend the night?

Oh, we're not going to stop, honey. I'm
going to drive straight through.

She'll be coming round the mountain when
she comes.

When she comes, she'll be coming around
the mountain. When she comes, when she

comes, she'll be coming around the
mountain. She'll be coming around the

mountain. She'll be coming around the
mountain.

Good morning, and welcome to Colorado.

Colorado? Last time I looked, we were in
Indiana.

Central City?

Presidents, millionaires, opera singers,
and high society.

They all came through here when it was a
big mining town.

Interesting, huh?

Yeah, but how far is it to Aspen?

Don't you get it?

Aspen is nothing compared to what
Central City was a hundred years ago.

This was the place.

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 bar
room floor?

No. Well, some people say that it's the
lost love of a miner who drew her to

pay his bar bill.

And then some people say, that's all a
practical joke by a traveling sign

painter.

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

Well, she's beautiful. It's a shame
nobody knows who she was.

Oh, I didn't say that. I know who she
was.

She was a friend of Jack Clay's, your
great -grandfather.

And how would you know that?

I'm a history buff.

Now, let me ask you a question.

That deerskin jacket that you almost
threw away on the sidewalk, that was

wasn't it?

And there was a button missing, wasn't
there?

You want to know why?

I must admit this is somewhat
intriguing, but frankly, I'd rather be

to Aspen.

I'm not very interested in my family
tree.

Well, excuse me for saying so.

But you're not being interested in your
family tree is what got you on the road

to Aspen in the first place.

Now, why don't you just sit down, have a
cup of coffee, and listen to a nice

little story?

I'm buying.

Bartender? Yes, ma 'am. One cup of
coffee and one cup of tea, please.

Coming right up.

Now, this vase...

Her name was Monica, and she worked
right here in the Teller House Saloon.

It's coming.

It was in 1893, and Central City was a
great big silver town,

or was it a gold town? But that doesn't
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 wasn't a happy one

either. He was just trying to get along
and make that big strike so he could

make up for all the bad decisions he
made in his life.

Sarsaparilla?

Good for what ails you.

Welcome to the teller house.

Mighty fine place you got here, sir.

My name's Clay, Jack Clay.

Andrew.

And I'd be prepared to sacrifice a
bottle of my amazing miracle elixir for

something a little slender.

Oh, that's okay, Mr. Clay.

Sarsaparilla's on the house.

When I was a lad, I served a term as
office boy in an attorney's firm. I

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 Queen's

Navy.

Now, lantern and all, whoever you may
be, if you want to rise to the top of

tree, if your soul ain't fettered to an
office, 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 Queen's

Navy.

The Queen's Navy.

Pay you back here for a magical elixir.

Elixir. You got any more of that? Yes,
and there's more. There's more.

For you, sir.

Thank you, ma 'am. Tell Andrew I'm
obliged for the grub.

It's been a while since I've been
pleasured by home cooking.

I'll repay the kindness one day.

There's no need, Mr. Clay.

Kindness is a gift.

Sarsaparilla and Purdy Manor.

I gotta get out of this Sunday school.

You in or out, Clay?

Um, yeah.

To you.

It's up to you, Clay.

Will you take an I .O .U. from a
gentleman?

If the gentleman has something to back
up that I .O .U.

A right honorable horse named Judge.

And my gun.

Show your card.

Three majestic kings.

Full house.

Queens over nine.

Your gun, sir.

I'm going to blow your damn business
with you.

The next morning, Jack came loaded for
bear.

Good morning.

Good morning. Where are they?

Who? Barkley Stubbs, the man I was
playing cards with last night.

I gotta get my saddlebags before he
takes off with what used to be my horse.

Stubbs? He's long gone, mister.

Gone where?

Nobody knows where he goes. He just
comes into town every once in a while,

cheats some poor sap out of anything
he's got, and disappears into the hills

somewhere.

Cheats? Yep.

Usually comes up with a full house.
Queens over nines. His favorite.

But I guess you know the game being a
snake oil salesman and all.

Say, you didn't get taken by old
Barkley, did you?

I'm going to go after that son of a
grizzly bear.

Who's coming with me?

I'll go.

You're a woman.

I'm an excellent tracker.

Really?

Really?

Really? You're from Tucson, originally.

You haven't handled any actual gold ore
for over three weeks.

And this morning you had eggs on
sourdough toast and Lincolnberry jam

street.

She's right.

Every word.

All right, let's go.

Can I bring Andrew?

I don't care what you bring, as long as
it ain't Sarsaparilla.

And then they did Western things, like
jump on their horses and yell yee -haw

and ride off into the sunset and stuff.

That's not exactly what you'd call an
historical rendition.

Oh? Were you there?

No, I wasn't there. I wasn't there then,
and I don't want to be here now.

Are you all right?

Just a little... A little short of
breath, that's all.

Must be the altitude.

Let me get you some water.

I thought we'd have more time.

It happens when it happens.

Here's the water.

Thanks.

I always get a little dizzy when I'm too
high up above sea level.

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

I've managed.

But the 63rd floor is gone.

Unfairly taken.

Like everything else I own.

But you still have a son.

Yeah.

It's the only thing I ever did right.

But... But?

Five million dollars. 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 can't download
character off the Internet.

You've got to get it the old -fashioned
way.

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 don't know how you do it, Andrew, out
here.

Yours, too, tastes just like my wife
Helen's. I hope that's a compliment.

Oh, she can make Mangy Longhorn taste
like T -bone.

She's one fine woman.

You must miss her very much.

Let me call you sweetheart.

I'm in love with you.

Let me hear you whisper that you love me
too.

Keep the love light blowing in your eye.

What are you making?

It's 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.
That's what Helen always said.

You'd think they were diamonds the way
she goes on about buttons.

Pearl buttons, polished mahogany
buttons, ivory buttons.

Buttons I can't afford to buy.

So you make them for her?

Yeah, I make them from stones, wood.

Made these from antler tips.

Anything I can find.

I've made her a button for every day
I've been away.

Got a whole saddlebag full.

Except they're in the cheating hands of
Barclay Stubbs.

I wonder if Mr. Stubbs knows the
Treasury has him those saddlebags.

They ain't worth a plug nickel.

Fundamental values.

Poor substitute for gold.

No.

That depends on how a man measures
himself.

As long as Buckley Stubbs gets measured
for a pine box, who cares?

Every day I have to spend looking for
him. Looking to get back what's

mine.

Keeps me another day from making my own
fortune.

And going home.

How did you do that?

It's like that bottle trick you did at
the saloon.

I'm not going to tell anybody, are you?

Secret pocket.

Whenever I get a lot of money, I'm going
to keep it right there.

Right now, this picture of my wife and
daughter is the only thing I've got

that's worth anything at all.

I ought to shoot you in your feet and
back right now.

Clay?

Surprise.

Where's 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 don't know.

How many bottles of that phony Miracle
that you sold to poor old miners?

There's a difference between
salesmanship and cheating.

Not much of one from where I stand.

No, Jack, please.

Don't shoot.

I'd be doing the world one heck of a
favor.

That's not for you to decide.

I didn't bring you here to kill a man. I
brought you here to bring back only

what belonged to you.

I want more than that, Monica.

I'm tired. I haven't had a bath in
months.

I want to go home, and I'm taking that
gold one way or the other.

How could you go home to Helen with a
man's blood on your hands?

It was an accident.

You're about to convince me not to shoot
him.

But he grabbed a gun.

Here's the hospital. It's in Denver.
It's 45 miles away.

of gold sitting there.

And I trade every ounce for a hospital
nearby.

And some ether.

How about some of that miracle elixir of
yours?

Nothing but maple syrup and water.

And a snake oil, of course.

That's what I thought.

What happened to us, Jack?

How did we get so low?

I was a decent man when I left Wichita.

A lot of men pay dearly for what's in
this strong box.

I'm sorry for that.

But now that's going to be yours.

Things can be different.

Nobody else has to get hurt.

Hey, you lost one of your buttons.

Sorry. That don't matter.

Just a kind of hobby of mine. These are
the first ones I ever made.

My wife made the coat knife.

You know, I sold the ones you were
carrying.

Sold them to a lady.

You mean someone paid good money for
these things?

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

You got real talent, Jack.

I hope you're smart enough to use it.

I wasn't.

And now I'm dying on the mountaintop.

And I'm never gonna see my wife and kids
again.

Grab that saddle bag.

There's a map in there. I'll get you
back here from Central City.

Don't take the gold with you now.

Or somebody will kill you for sure as
I'm dying here.

You're angels, aren't you?

Yes.

Poor buzzard's hallucinating.

No, he's not.

I got some things I gotta say to God
now.

You mind leaving me alone with them for
a while?

You sure?

I haven't been so sure of anything in a
long time.

Never knew a man like that could deserve
a decent grave.

He didn't deserve it.

He asked for it.

And sometimes it takes his own death for
a man to get his life right.

Maybe so.

Tell the truth, that old folk hadn't I
had more in common than I care to admit.

I'm 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'll just take what he took

from me We'll leave the rest It

ain't easy but Leave it

So he just walked away from it all yeah,
he

used his money to go back to New York
And he started his button company with

nothing but hard work.

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

I don't think I could have just walked
away from a box of gold just sitting

there.

an old trail because the road goes left
and the map goes right.

Well, hold on.

Seven. Eight.

Knock yourself out.

Okay, Jack. Don't let me down.

The gold is here. Yes.

I can feel it.

There we go.

Yes.

This means I don't need my dad's money
anymore.

I don't have to crawl back and beg for
anything.

Here we go.

After all these years, I'm free.

Look again.

Well.

It's a button.

It's the button.

Remember I asked you, did you want to
hear the story about what happened to

missing button from the jacket? Well,
that's it.

That's where it's been, in that box all
these years.

I couldn't care less about a button.

I want to know where the money went. You
said he didn't want it.

He changed his mind.

What?

He changed his mind.

That's it. That's the story.

This has all been about 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 going to do me?

It's going to help you get a second
chance.

You're out of your mind.

What? Everett, you're having a heart
attack.

This has been coming on for a long time.

This is it.

I'm going to tie it here, just like
Barclay did, for a button.

25 -year -old male. He's got 200 feet
per minute. Okay,

I want to start a second line. I want a
pen -pan with ABGs, chest x -ray. Yes,

sir. Let's get him started on a 12 lead.
All right, doctor. Come on. Okay,

folks, all together on my count.

Ready? One, two, three.

Dr.

Carl.

I know you.

You're 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 it's true.

Barclay Stubbs did see angels before he
died.

Yes.

What are you thinking about, Everett?

Thinking about my son, Carson.

How I wasted 50 years on champagne and
first -class tickets and friends who

won't even bother coming to my funeral.

I'm 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. I don't even deserve

And if you're an angel, then that's a
god.

Well, I guess I'm going to find out what
I do deserve.

Probably some special kind of hell for
wastrels. Is that how it works?

No, that's not how it works, Everett.

You see, God is a father, too.

And he gave this life to you.

And yes, he's disappointed that you've
used it to spend money instead of love.

But children disappoint their parents
every day.

And that doesn't stop fathers from
loving their sons.

And that doesn't stop God from loving
you so much that he'll wait a lifetime

that's what it takes for you to become
the man that he created you to be.

I don't 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

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 to 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...

You'll always be your father's little
boy.

Vitals?

Stable. And? And what?

Looks like he's crying.

Okay.

Good. We got him. Nice work, people. Get
him upstairs.

Mr. Clay, your son is on line three.

Thank you.

The answer is no.

You're right.

The question is, did I ever appreciate
everything I had? The answer is no.

If it's am I a good son, I'm a good
father.

The answer is no.

If it's do I deserve another chance, the
answer is no.

But I'm not the same person who left New
York, Dad.

I know that's hard for you to believe.

I haven't gone very long, but I want a
chance to prove that to Carson.

And to you.

Dad?

Come home, son.

Just come home.

Thank you so much. My pleasure.

Hey, Ted.

I have brought you an I'm glad you got
well present.

You notice anything different?

The button, you found it. Well, nobody's
going to believe this story if you

haven't got all your buttons.

It's great to be alive.

Yes, it sure is.

You know, Tess, you never did tell me
what old Grandpa Jack did with all that

gold.

That's right.

I never did.