I'm dying, Frank. I give it two years before I'm dead. One day I'm and kicking it with some floozy and the next, she's giving me everything she's been hiding downstairs. I'm not after the money but I want something, from someone I know I can trust. My youngest son, Lincoln, he's not good with people. He can't make decisions for himself. He's a handsome young man and he has a brain, I just wish he'd use it. I want you to marry him into the family and I'll split it. Half to you, half to my son. No money, no contracts, nothing. I just want to make sure he's got himself set. I trust you, I trust the family. Do we have a deal?