"Now what have you learned, Nathan?"

"Never gamble with another man's money." Nate recited. His father toasted him with a shot of alcohol.

"Good lad."

Nathan. Always Nathan.

"You don't get it, do you Nathan?"

Why? Why was it always just Nathan? Mom called me Nate, my friends...everyone I know... everyone but you called me Nate.

Why?

Why did you do that Nathan?

Because you were a criminal, and you deserved to get caught!

You betrayed your own father, Nathan.

You never gave a damn about me!

Which card is it, Nathan?

I know what card you're playing this time. I know what you're doing. I'm not that naive little boy anymore, and damn it, I don't need you to be proud of me! This is my town now, and it's not big enough for two Fords. I don't want you in my town, threatening people. My people.

Because they are. All of them. They're mine to protect, and you're not going to screw that up, old man.

Go on. Get out of here. I'm sick of talking to you, Nathan.

You're right. Maybe I did never break a rule. Maybe I was a good kid.

Maybe I just wanted to be Nate.

I'm proud of you, Son.

Maybe that's enough, Dad.