Trump and Bobby are now having a conversation about the Taj Mahal and the money problems and the fact that Bobby declares Donald's head "officially below water." Donald ignores the warnings and vows to charge ahead. And then we watch a series of moments in which Trump reads all about his own fall from grace. And then we look at a close-up of Trump's face. And then the movie achieves release when we actually see a tear drip off of the unfeeling, waxen eyeball of Donald Trump. He's crying, people. He's weepy. And what does he do to solve it? He reaches for the phone. He makes a call. And claiming to be someone named "John Baron," he says he's a Trump insider and that the press should show up for the opening of the casino with film in their cameras.
Montage! Trump exits the limo in his tux, complete with red carnation in his lapel. He reaches back toward the limo's open door. A hand emerges with a large diamond ring on its middle finger. (Middle. Yeah.) High-heel-wearing feet step onto a red carpet. Slow motion. Slow motion. Cheering and clapping. And, to the surprise of no one, the woman who has just stepped out of the limo is Mooples, who has apparently been rescued from Other Woman territory and ushered into life as Trump's real-life lady friend. Mooples tears up as she takes her opportunity to stand proudly beside Trump and his terrifying hair, declaring now and forever that she is the most treasured possession of all (or at least for about five years), no matter what anyone says.
Elsewhere, later, Donald finds Bobby, who bitterly says that Trump apparently got what he wanted, with the chaos and the craziness. Bobby argues that even the casino's test runs were horrible, as they "couldn't take care of the cash," whatever that means. The brothers continue to argue, and Trump of course proposes to solve the problem by simply declaring that Bobby will fix it. Will! But Bobby says no, and walks out.