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Camera turns on to show Sander, a few years younger, looking into the lens and smiling as he turns the camera onto Cobb, who's talking to Fitzpatrick; Rodriguez, who's lingering around Cobb and swaying with an obvious drunkeness; and Finnegan, who's sitting at the bar and drinking something, minding his own business. Cobb sees the camera and lifts up an arm to shield his face.

Cobb: Dammit, Sander! What the hell'd ya bring a camera for?

Rodriguez: Aww. *slings an arm around Cobb's shoulder* Don't tell me you're camera shy, Silas! *laughs and takes a swig of beer*

Fitzpatrick: Leave him alone, Rod.

Sander: Is it wrong to want to capture a moment such as this? *turns the camera towards Finnegan and zooms in* And our man of the hour is...?

Finnegan: *stares at the camera from the corner of his eye and takes a drink, not saying anything*

Cobb: You go, Martin.

Rodriguez: Yeah. And don't come back.

Cobb shoots a glare in Rodriguez' direction, not noticing that Sander has turned the camera onto him. When he does notice, he blushes lightly.

Cobb: Sand... c'mon. Point that thing somewhere else, wouldja?

Sander: Why? A face such as yours should be remembered.

Cobb blushes harder and looks away, scratching his cheek.

Rodriguez: Wow. That's so sweet, I could puke.

Fitzpatrick: Rod. Stop.

Finnegan: Seriously.

Sander: He speaks! *swivels back to Finnegan, who abruptly turns away* Oh, come now. How are we supposed to honor our newest recruit if he won't even talk?

Finnegan: Fine. *sets down his drink and leans against the bar, looking unenthusiastic* What do you want me to say?

Sander: Just your name should do.

Finnegan: *sighs* Martin Finnegan. There, you happy?

Sander: See? Was that so hard?

Fitzpatrick has sat next to Finnegan with a sympathetic look.

Fitzpatrick: We all had to do it, too. Sander's sentimental like that.

Sander: Oh, thanks.

Fitzpatrick: I meant that in a good way!

All of the men start laughing except for Finnegan, who gives a small smile.