Don enters Bertram's office to find the Bertram, Pryce, and "Horace Cook," Bronzo's father. After Horace mentions that he and Don met at Lincoln Center, Bertram says he heard about Bronzo coming to them, and Pryce pipes up that Don felt it would be best "out of deference" to let Horace in on the joke. Horace already knows about Bronzo's jai alai dream, however, saying Bronzo's convinced of its financial potential. Pryce chimes in that there's no reason to doubt that, to which Horace replies, "Are you drunk?" I think I like this guy. He goes on that the sport is "like Polish handball. You can't even play it if you're left-handed -- there's no wall on that side." In fairness, it would have been an even worse financial prospect if the righties had been shafted by the wall's position. Bertram doesn't need to hear any more to offer to make Bronzo off-limits to SC, but Horace is all, not so fast -- while Bronzo's plan makes no sense, if SC refuses him he'll just go someplace else. "My son lives in a cloud of success, but it's my success. Perhaps when that evaporates and his face is pressed against the reality of the sidewalk, he'll be of value to someone." Especially if he's lying over a puddle. Bertram offers that he was raised to kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, and I'm not necessarily doubting him but I wouldn't have thought that start in life would have led to a permanent attachment to bow ties. Don uncertainly asks Horace if he wants them to proceed, and Horace sighs that when they put Bronzo's trust aside for him, he was a little kid. "We didn't know what kind of person we were making." A poetic answer and all, but with the money that's at stake I wouldn't blame Don for asking the question again just to be sure. Bertram insists that Horace stay for lunch, and Don cordially shakes his hand while Pryce nearly wets his trousers with glee.