And now the music changes, and we find ourselves in Papa-T's office many years later, where Donald is complaining about the pain in the ass that is working for his father. Donald is busy insisting that Manhattan is still where it's at, and his father is insisting that New York City is dead. Dead! They've done up poor Justin Louis in a sort of wavy, unkempt 'do, by the way, which isn't doing him any favors. Anyway, the conversation escalates, and they yell at each other, and Donald stomps off. But first, he pauses at the door and says, "Love you, Dad!" "Love you, son!" Papa-T says right back. Because they love each other, even though they sometimes argue. "Call your mother later!" Papa-T adds, because that "Haw!" of an ending is included in The Great Big Book Of Domestic Exposition, from which this sequence was taken.
Damn you, Executive Producer: Barbara Lieberman!
There is now a credit informing us that this movie is based on two books. One is Donald Trump: Master Apprentice, by Gwenda Blair. The other is The Trumps: Three Generations That Built An Empire by Gwenda Blair. Gwenda is an enthusiast.