Boiler Room movie script

Boiler Room (2000) movie script

by Ben Younger

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EXT. GARDEN STATE PARKWAY – NIGHT

Three luxury buses with blacked-out windows speed toward

Atlantic City. A laser show explodes off of Trump Plaza.

CUT TO:

INT. BUS – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

SETH DAVIS stares out the window.

Seth is 20 years old. No menacing physical presence but a

sharpness that you feel right off. He’s a smart kid.

Confident but edgy. Eyes always darting.

The bus is filled with 19 and 20 year olds. They wear very

sharp suits: Hugo Boss, Armani, very slick.

They’re going nuts. Cards games in the aisle. Five guys

throwing dice in the back. Booze and coke, yelling,

screaming.

EXT. BUS – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

Exterior shots of the casinos bring us into Bally’s Grand.

INT. BALLY’S – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

A top level manager for Bally’s runs toward them. He greets

MICHAEL BRANDTLEY with a warm handshake. Michael owns JT

MARLIN, the company that these kids work for.

MANAGER

Mr. Brantley, how are you?

MICHAEL

Great, great.

MANAGER

Would you prefer to go to the ballroom

first, or are you going to hit the

tables right off?

MICHAEL

Let’s go to the room. The boys look

hungry.

CUT TO:

INT. LARGE BALLROOM – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

A buffet and a full bar set up against a wall. Staff members

are there to serve. A huge projection TV occupies another

wall.

The doors open as we approach, and the group enters. Seth

smiles widely as he enters. The group has attacked the

buffet and the bar. A large group of managers are snorting

coke off a glass coffee table. A dice game is beginning. At

least 30 guys are in front of the TV betting on a horse race.

RICHIE

Holy shit, that’s the jockey from

Venezuela. He’s a sicko. I heard he

weighs like forty-eight pounds.

CHRIS

No, 119, but you’re close, slut.

RICHIE

Whatever. Give me three to one on that

skinny nigga.

GREG

Do me a favor, Richie…

RICHIE

(laughing)

You wanna throw down?

Seth is sitting in an armchair with a drink in his hand.

Michael moves to the front of the room to make an

announcement. He has a glass of wine in his hand.

MICHAEL

Quiet down a second. I want you all to

know that those pikers at the NASD are

finally off our ass. JT Marlin once

again has unlimited trading

authorization. I told you guys, you

can’t keep a good man down.

(big applause)

We are the superstars now. JP Morgan

just faxed over their congratulations.

It said, “Welcome to the Club.” This

also means that the teams headed by Ron

and Anthony who were good enough to

give up their rep numbers, can stop

cold calling and start trading again.

Welcome back. To show you guys just

how appreciative I am, I have a little

something extra for you.

I want all of you guys from those teams

to go up to suite 418. We’re players

now, boys, let’s celebrate it. Salute!

They all go wild.

CUT TO:

INT. SUITE 418 – NIGHT (LATER)

CLOSE UP ON RICHIE, a broker with a bad temper, who is

fucking a prostitute from behind on one of the double beds in

the room. He’s still half dressed. There is nothing sensual

about it.

We PAN OVER to the other bed where another broker is fucking

a prostitute. The two men are looking at each other and

laughing.

The women are quiet. There is a lot of noise coming from the

hallway in the form of lewd CHEERS.

CUT TO:

INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

There are 17 more guys waiting in line.

MARC

Take it to ’em, Richie!!

TODD

And take it quick, we’re all waiting

out here.

Everyone laughs as we FADE TO BLACK. It does down and then

one voice RINGS out, loud and crude.

VOICE

Put it in your ass!

FADE OUT.

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

INT. RECEPTION AREA/JT MARLIN – MORNING

We follow GREG FEINSTEIN through a reception office. Greg is

a senior broker here at JT Marlin. He walks tall, wears

expensive clothing, drives a Ferrari. But if you look close

you can see the high school loser who made good.

An attractive secretary in her mid-twenties, DEBBIE HILLIARD,

picks her head up when Greg walks in. Debbie is black.

She’s street smart and has that “in the know” look about her.

Greg walks straight up to Debbie. He doesn’t look happy.

GREG

Morning baby. You wanna tell me where

the fuck you were last night?

DEBBIE

Not particularly. And don’t call me

baby.

(pauses)

Greg, I’m not sure how better to

explain this to you, but it’s over.

GREG

That what you think?

DEBBIE

(nonplussed)

Kiss off would you, I’ve got work to

do.

Greg, incensed, GRABS her by the arm as a group of brokers

walks in. He tries to act like he’s showing her something on

the computer but she angrily SHAKES loose of his grip. Greg

leaves her and walks into…

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – MORNING (CONTINUOUS)

…the trading room of JT MARLIN. The cold light of this

enormous room almost blinds the viewer. The room is spartan.

This is no traditional trading house. Each broker’s desk

touches another on either side as well as directly ahead.

It looks like one very long cafeteria style table with

brokers sitting across from and next to each other. There

are close to twenty brokers sitting at each table. On the

tables are only two items, phones and index cards. A

secretary is at the head of each table. They answer incoming

calls.

We move QUICKLY along one of the tables, passing brokers on

the phones, their pitches melding into one another.

BROKER #1

About how much would you say you have

invested in the market right now? More

than a half million, less than…?

BROKER #2

No, no, no. You don’t want out now.

I’m telling you this stock is going to

thirty. I’m in very heavy myself.

Just stay put.

BROKER #3

I don’t know if you’ve ever had the

opportunity to purchase IPO before but

we have a company that we’re bringing

to market in the next…

BROKER #4

Look, we have to move on this right

now. This is gonna happen in the next

week. We don’t want to marry this

stock. We’re in we’re out…

GREG

No, I understand why you’d be

concerned. You just have to calm down

for a second. You see nothing’s

changed. Our game plan’s the same.

Look, this is off the record, but I

spoke to the controller this morning.

He assured me that they will be

reporting better than expected third

quarter earnings next month.

(soothing)

Right. See I’m telling you, just sit

tight, everything’s fine. It’s type

two buying power. You’re golden. Call

me in a month from now when you’re

rich. Bye.

One of Greg’s trainees, MARC, approaches with a stack of

cards.

MARC

Here you go, Greg.

GREG

I hope these are better than the last

batch of shit you gave me. You produce

more wood than Ron Jeremy.

MARC

What? What do you mean?

GREG

I see you making your calls. Listen to

me, you can’t just get on the phone and

say, ‘Can I send you some information?’

If you want them off the phone so bad,

why don’t you just hang up? You have

to excite them about things.

You want them to beg for a broker on

that first call.

Debbie walks through the trading floor to drop a package off

at a broker’s desk. Greg watches, seething.

MARC

You’re right. I freeze up when…

GREG

Just stop pussying out every time

someone picks up the phone; it’s what

you want.

CUT TO:

INT. QUEENS COLLEGE DINING HALL – DAY

Three students sit at a table eating lunch. They’re all

white, 19 years old, come from families with money.

KID

You still owe me twenty-five bucks.

His friend has a hamburger in his mouth as he hears this and

almost spits it out to answer.

KID 2

From what?

KID

I spotted you at Douglaston last week.

Remember? The birdie on nine?

KID 2

Oh yeah, yeah.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bunch of chips

from a casino. He lays them out on the table and counts out

$25. All of the chips say “Seth’s” on them.

KID 2 (CONT’D)

Here you go. Now pass me the

sauerkraut, you stank ho.

He takes the chips, counts them, and drops them in his shirt

pocket. The third friend’s interest is perked.

KID 3

Yo, where did you get those?

KID

Mind your fucking business.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOUSE – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

A black Acura pulls up in front of an attached home in New

Garden Hills, Queens. The boys from school get out of the

car and go up to the front door.

CUT TO:

INT. SETH’S BEDROOM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

A comforter hangs in front of the window. Nothing is in

order except for a desk in the corner with a ledger book on

it.

A hard KNOCKING is heard and Seth stirs in his sleep. The

knocking is heard again and this time Seth straightens up.

CUT TO:

INT. DOORWAY – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

Seth comes running down the stairs. The knocking is steady

now. He opens the door to Josh’s raised fist about to knock.

SETH

Sorry about that.

CUT TO:

INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

There are two full-size couches and a coffee table. A large-

screen TV, VCR, and Sega game system sit in one corner. The

windows in the room are covered by red-velvet curtains.

The centerpieces of the room are two blackjack tables.

They’re for real — professional felts, cash boxes, stools.

Seth hits the lights. He stands there in sweat pants and a

“cunning linguist” T-shirt, dealing to the three kids.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOUSE – DAY

Seth stands at the door of an affluent looking home in

Flatbush. After one knock, his mother comes to the door.

MOTHER

I’m just saying, this isn’t good, Seth.

You’re late and your father’s really

upset with you. He won’t even tell me

what it is. I just wanted to warn you.

She goes back to the kitchen before Seth can respond. He

opens the screen door and walks in. He’s nervous.

INT. HOUSE – DAY

His family is eating dinner. Seth’s father, MARTY DAVIS,

does not even look up from his plate. Marty is a Federal

Judge. He’s an intimidating man both in his work and

personal life.

Seth moves toward the empty seat. His younger brother NEIL,

is happy to see him though.

NEIL

What’s up, Seth?

SETH

Hey bro, how’s school?

MARTY

That’s a good question. You want to

tell me what happened, Seth?

NEIL

We didn’t know if you were still

coming.

SETH

There was traffic.

MARTY

So?

SETH

Don’t you want to wait till after

dinner?

MOTHER

Yeah, I think that’s a better…

MARTY

Answer the question.

Everyone stops eating. There’s no more denying the tension.

SETH

I dropped out.

MARTY

Tell me why.

SETH

I gave it a year Dad, it’s not for me.

I’m sure of it.

MARTY

So you’ve been lying to our faces for

six months now. Six months. Schools

fine, Dad. My grades are good, Dad.

Okay, let’s leave that for a second.

If you dropped out then you’re not

getting your student loan checks

anymore. Right? I want to know how

you’re making rent every month.

SETH

Dad, please don’t ask me that.

There is a long pause here as Seth just stares back at her.

MOTHER

You’re dealing drugs, aren’t you?

SETH

No, of course not. I’m not a drug

dealer, Mom.

MOTHER

Well, what are you doing? This is

making me nervous, Seth.

SETH

Okay. There’s a business I’m running.

But I’m earning my money honestly.

Marty reaches into his pocket and takes out a handful of

chips from Seth’s casino, SLAMMING them down on the table.

MARTY

Is this what you call earning a living?

MOTHER

(hysterical)

What are those, Marty? Are those

drugs?

SETH

Yes, it’s an honest living. Ask any of

my customers.

MARTY

Customers? What are you talking about?

They’re people’s children from this

community.

How do you think I got these? Anyway,

it’s illegal! You’re running a back-

door card game! How do you think this

reflects on me? I’m a judge for

Christ’s sake! If this ever gets

out…

Seth looks away. He’s just too scared to maintain eye

contact.

MARTY (CONT’D)

Are you listening to me?!!

SETH

Yes.

CUT TO:

INT. SETH’S CASINO – NIGHT

The room is now filled with people. The television is

blasting out a Knicks game. The tables are at their

capacity. Many more stand around placing bets on the

dealer’s hand.

Seth is dealing on one table and one of his employees, JEFF,

an even younger looking kid, deals at another. One patron is

at the center of all the action. He looks very nervous about

the stakes he’s playing.

SETH

(stone cold)

That’s sixteen.

CASINO PATRON

Hit me.

Seth puts a King on top of his hand.

SETH

And bust. I’m sorry.

The patron is fuming over his loss. He slams his hand down.

CASINO PATRON

Fuck! I cannot win a fucking hand

tonight.

SETH

Hey Steve!

STEVE (O.S.)

Yeah?

STEVE is the new guy there.

SETH

Get in here.

(to patron)

What kind of soda you like?

CASINO PATRON

(still angry)

I don’t care!

Steve is standing at the other table struggling with the

plastic on a new carton of Marlboros. He hands out packs to

customers, then makes his way over to Seth’s table.

SETH

(holding out car keys)

Here, take my car and go get Mike a

coke and a falafel. You hungry?

CASINO PATRON

(surprised)

Yeah, yeah… sure. Why not?

SETH

Come on, Mike. It’s a roller coaster,

ups and downs. You know that.

Alright, place your bets.

FADE OUT.

INT. SETH’S CASINO – NIGHT (LATER)

The room is near empty. The clock on the wall reads 3:00 AM.

The last two kids there finally call it quits. No more

money.

SETH

See ya guys.

KID (O.S.)

Fuck you!

Steve walks them to the door and locks up after they leave.

Seth removes the cash boxes and spills the money onto the

table. There is easily $5,000 there. He begins to count,

straightening each bill out as he goes along.

CUT TO:

EXT. SETH’S DRIVEWAY – NIGHT

A black Ferrari rips around the corner. Greg and Adam emerge

from the car. Adam knocks as Greg squeezes past him.

INT. CASINO – NIGHT

Seth jerks his head up from the table. He puts the money

aside, writes a figure on a pad, and walks toward the door.

CUT TO:

EXT. DOOR – NIGHT

ADAM

He’s not gonna let you in. He doesn’t

know you. The kid’s not stupid, Greg.

A small makeshift metal plate slides open on the wooden door

and we see Seth’s eyes looking at the pair.

SETH’S POV

SETH

Who’s this?

ADAM (O.S.)

This is my boy Greg.

The plate closes and the door swings open.

SETH

We thought we were done for the night.

ADAM

Is it too late to get a couple of hands

in?

SETH

Nah. Twenty-four/seven, you know that.

Steve takes their coats and hangs them in the closet.

SETH (CONT’D)

Hey Steve, go grab a couple of

sandwiches.

Seth leads them over to the tables and discreetly puts the

cash away. Greg takes notice. Seth shuffled the cards.

SETH (CONT’D)

Okay, house rules are as follows. We

play Las Vegas with the exception of a

particular side bet. You can bet over-

under thirteen on the dealer’s hand

with a loss occurring on blackjack.

GREG

That’s cute, like the green spot on a

roulette wheel.

Seth does not respond.

GREG (CONT’D)

How many idiots take that bet?

SETH

More than you’d think.

Greg laughs and then removes a huge wad of cash.

ADAM

Alright give me… four hundred

dollars.

GREG

You didn’t say anything about the

betting.

SETH

What were you thinking?

GREG

Five hundred Max?

Steve, who has just walked in with the sandwiches stops dead

after hearing Greg’s suggestion.

SETH

We don’t usually service that level of

action here… but I’d hate to turn

away a new customer. Thing is, we may

not have enough cash here to settle you

at the end of the night.

GREG

That’s okay. You can pay me tomorrow.

SETH

(laughs)

Sure. How much you want?

Greg unfolds his bank roll and puts down a wad of cash.

GREG

Five dimes.

Seth counts out the money on the table.

SETH

In what denomination?

GREG

Denomination? Ummm, I’ll take three

Puerto Ricans, two Chinks and a Guinea.

Adam, Steve and even Seth laugh, lightening the mood.

GREG (CONT’D)

I’ll let you mix it up for me.

Seth takes the money and pushes it into the cash box. He

then counts up $5,000 in chips for Greg.

ADAM

You’re such a prick. Gotta make me

feel like I’m playing at the kiddie

table.

GREG

If the shoe fits, baby. Oh shit. You

got real chips.

Holding them up to Adam.

GREG (CONT’D)

(laughing)

Look, they even say “Seth’s” on ’em.

This is no joke.

ADAM

I told you.

SETH

At first we just used Bicycle poker

chips, you know, the kind you can buy

in a deli. Then some kids started

sneaking in additional funds.

ADAM

(laughing)

Jesus Christ. Bet you put a stop to

that shit real quick.

Greg reaches over to the platter for a sandwich.

GREG

And you pay for food and drinks for all

these kids?

SETH

I sure as hell don’t cook for them.

I’ve already lived in four places in

Queens. I don’t think I ever turned a

stove on except to light a cigarette.

GREG

You and me both.

SETH

But I take care of my customers.

Smokes, food, soda. Look, I’m not

stupid, I never buy decaffeinated.

GREG

(laughing)

Holy shit, would you listen to this

kid.

SETH

(all business)

Alright. Place your bets.

CUT TO:

INT. COFFEE SHOP, NYC – DAY

Seth is sitting in a booth waiting for someone.

A Towncar pulls up and Seth’s father gets out. He comes

inside and heads toward the booth. Seth stands to greet him.

MARTY

(cold)

Hi Seth.

SETH

Hey Dad.

The two have an awkward moment as Seth reaches out to embrace

his father. They’re obviously uncomfortable around each

other.

MARTY

(gruff)

So what’s up?

Seth is very nervous here. He’s trying to reach out toward

his father. New territory.

SETH

How you doing?

MARTY

I’m fine, Seth. What’s on your mind?

SETH

I just feel bad about the way things

went at the house last week. I feel

like we just don’t get anywhere talking

at home.

MARTY

(cold)

I’m not sure what there is to talk

about. You’re a habitual liar. You’ve

dropped out of school, you’re running

an illegal casino out of your

apartment. You’re putting my career at

risk. What do you want to talk about?

SETH

Why can’t we just discuss this? Maybe

you’re not seeing my side.

MARTY

Your side? You’re doing wrong. I’m

not your best friend, here to nod my

head and sympathize. That’s my your

mother’s racket. I’m your father. I

let you know when you screw up. Did

you think I was going to pat you on the

back for this casino idea? Tell you

what an entrepreneur you are?

SETH

No.

MARTY

So, what do you want from me? Meeting

me in a coffee shop is not going to

change the life you have. God, if I

ever asked my father to meet me for a

cup of coffee to talk about my screw-up

he probably he probably would have

laughed. We didn’t have nice little

chats about why I was a bad boy.

Whether I was just calling out for

attention or not. I got smacked and

then I didn’t do it again. Much

simpler.

SETH

(mutters)

Well that really worked great on me,

Dad.

MARTY

What?

SETH

Look Dad, I’m sitting here and I’m

trying to restore what’s left of our

relationship.

MARTY

(angry)

Relationship?

What are you talking about? We’re not

dating, Seth. I’m your father, not

your girlfriend. So stop with the pop-

psychology talk. Did your mother feed

you this crap?

SETH

(embarrassed)

No.

MARTY

Clean up your life. Make an honest

living. Then we can talk like normal

people.

(looks at watch)

I gotta get back to work. I’m hearing

a grand jury indictment this afternoon.

Marty slaps a five dollar bill on the table and leaves.

CUT TO:

INT. CASINO – NIGHT

It’s the end of the night. Seth sits with Greg.

GREG

I’m just saying, this is risky

business. You plan on dealing cards to

college kids when you’re thirty-five?

Think you won’t get busted in the next

two years? You need to start thinking

about down-the-line time.

SETH

So I should come work for you, huh? I

guess it’ll be retribution for me

taking all your money here.

GREG

(laughs)

First of all, I’m not done with your

here. And no, you’ll only be working

for me for a short time. You learn the

ropes, pass the series seven, then

you’re on your own. Just ask Adam,

he’ll tell you.

Seth stares at him, contemplating.

CUT TO:

INT. SETH’S CAR – DAY

Seth is driving on the LIE. We see the NYC skyline through

the rear window. He’s driving away from the city.

CUT TO:

EXT. BOILER ROOM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

It’s lunch time as Seth pulls up in his mother’s Volvo wagon.

The first sight he comes across is 14 kids in wing-tips and

dress shirts playing street hockey in the parking lot.

There are three Ferraris right in front. The rest of the lot

is filled with Mercedes SL’s, Corvettes, and other exotics.

As Seth closes the car door, he spots a bright yellow “Jewish

Mother on Board”. He throws it on the floor in the back.

CUT TO:

INT. RECEPTION AREA – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

The room is packed with interviewees. Some have to stand.

They’re all terribly dressed. Sunday’s best doesn’t cut it.

The front door opens and Seth walks in. He wears a sharp

suit. He walks tall. All eyes fall on Seth, even Debbie’s.

DEBBIE

Over here.

SETH

Have they started interviewing yet?

DEBBIE

No.

SETH

How long do you expect the wait to be?

DEBBIE

You’ll all be going in at the same

time.

SETH

I thought this was an interview.

DEBBIE

(finding the words)

It’s a group interview. You’ll see.

She reaches under the desk and pulls out a clipboard.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

(smiling)

Here. Fill this out. I’d say have a

seat, but that doesn’t look like it’s

going to happen.

Seth doesn’t have a clue that she is trying to make

conversation with him.

SETH

That’s okay.

RUDE KID

Hey, when’s this shit gettin’ started?

Debbie doesn’t even look up from her desk.

RUDE KID (CONT’D)

You hear me?

DEBBIE

I hear you. I’m just not answering.

RUDE KID

What the fuck?

She sighs as if she’s done talking, then…

DEBBIE

Open your mouth again and I’ll

personally guarantee you never get a

job here.

One of the doors of the trading room opens. Seth catches a

glimpse of several brokers crouched down, playing dice near

the far window of the trading room. The door closes in SLOW

MOTION as Seth cranes to get every possible view.

Out walks JIM YOUNG. Jim is a team leader at JT Marlin. He

is dressed to the T. He looks like someone not to be fucked

with.

JIM

Alright guys, come this way.

CUT TO:

INT. BOARDROOM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

The room used mostly for interviewing and on the rare

occasion a meeting is needed with someone outside the firm.

Jim walks in to find Marc sitting at the head of the table.

He laughs to himself.

JIM

I’m sorry, but that’s my seat.

MARC

(scared)

Oh man, I’m so sorry.

JIM

It’s alright.

Marc JUMPS to another seat. He is chided by one of his

friends, the same kid who was having words with Debbie.

RUDE KID

Fucking dumb-ass.

JIM

You can get the fuck out of here.

RUDE KID

(terrified)

What? What?

JIM

Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me,

just pick your ass up out of that

Italian leather chair and get the fuck

out of this room.

He gets up and leaves without saying another word.

JIM (CONT’D)

We expect everyone here to treat their

co-workers with a certain level of

respect.

Everyone in the room is silent and staring at Jim.

JIM (CONT’D)

(calm)

Now before I get started I have a

question. Has anyone here passed the

series seven?

One hand goes up. It’s one of the few kids who wears a good

suit and wasn’t too worried looking in the waiting room.

SERIES SEVEN

I have a series seven license.

JIM

Good for you, now you can get out too.

SERIES SEVEN

What? Why?

JIM

Because we don’t hire brokers. We

train new ones.

Jim waits for him to leave the room and then calmly

continues.

JIM (CONT’D)

This is the deal. I am not here to

waste your time and I can only hope

you’re not here to waste mine. So I’m

gonna keep this short. You become an

employee of this firm and you will make

your first million within three years.

(pauses)

Okay? Let me repeat that. You will

make a million dollars within three

years of your first day of employment

at JT Marlin. Everybody got that?

There is no question as to whether you

will be a millionaire working at this

firm, the question is how many times

over.

Every kid in the room besides Seth is completely starry eyed

at this point. Some mouths even hang open. Seth is excited

too, but is smarter than the rest… he doesn’t show it.

JIM (CONT’D)

You think I’m joking. I am not joking.

I am a millionaire. It’s a weird thing

to hear, right? I’ll tell you, it’s a

weird thing to sa. I’m a fucking

millionaire. Now guess how old I am?

Twenty-seven. You know what that makes

me here? A fucking senior citizen.

This firm is entirely comprised of

people your age, not mine. Lucky for

me, I am very fucking good at my job or

I’d be out of one. You guys are the

new blood. You’re gonna go home with

the kesef. You’re the future Big-

Swinging-Dicks of this firm. Now you

all look money hungry and that’s good.

Anybody who says money is the root of

all evil, doesn’t have it! Money can’t

buy happiness? Look at the fucking

smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby.

You wanna hear details? I drive a

Ferrari 355 cabriolet.

(throws keys on desk)

I have a ridiculous house on the South

Fork. I’ve got every toy you can

imagine. And best of all, kids, I am

liquid.

Jim takes a pause here and circles the room.

JIM (CONT’D)

So now that you know what’s possible,

let me tell you what’s required. You

are required to work your ass off. We

want winners, not pikers. A piker is

someone who walks at the bell. A piker

asks how much vacation time he gets in

the first year. See, people work here

to become filthy rich. No other

reason. That’s it. You want vacation

time? Go teach third grade public

school.

Jim pours himself a glass of water from a carafe and drinks.

JIM (CONT’D)

Your first six months at the firm are

as a trainee… you make one hundred

and fifty dollars a week. After you’re

done training, you take the Series

Seven test. When you pass, you become

a junior broker and you’ll be opening

accounts for your team leader. After

you open forty accounts you begin

working for yourself and then… sky’s

the limit. Now a word about being a

trainee. The other brokers, your

parents, whoever: they’re gonna give

you shit about it. And it’s true, a

hundred and fifty a week is not a lot

of money, but pay no mind. You need to

learn the business and this is the time

to do it. Once you pass the Series

Seven none of it will matter.

He pauses to drink.

JIM (CONT’D)

Your friends are shit. You’re gonna

tell them you made twenty-five thousand

last month and they’re not going to

believe you. Fuck them! Your parents

don’t like the life you lead? Fuck you

Mom and Dad! As a trainee you will be

building a foundation for yourself.

Think of it as the foundation to a

building. Right? Gotta build the

foundation before you can put up your

skyscraper. You know what I built?

(takes out a model)

The fucking twin towers. Now go home

and think about whether this is for

you. If you decide it isn’t, nothing

to be embarrassed about. It’s not for

everyone.

But if you really want it, then give me

a call on Monday and we’ll talk. Just

don’t waste my time. Alright. That’s

it.

Jim walks out of the room leaving the door open behind him.

No one has moved from their seat.

FADE OUT.

EXT. BOILER ROOM – DAY

Shot of Seth walking in the building.

CUT TO:

INT. RECEPTION AREA/JT MARLIN – MORNING

Seth walks in. From the look on his face alone, you can see

it’s his first day of work. He walks past Debbie.

DEBBIE

Hey, Seth.

He stares at her for a long moment. Her beauty is hitting

him for the first time. No idea what her name is though.

SETH

Hi…

DEBBIE

Debbie.

SETH

I’m so sorr…

DEBBIE

(all smiles)

It’s okay. I never told you my name.

Besides, you looked pretty frazzled the

other day. I’d be surprised if you’d

remembered.

SETH

First day.

DEBBIE

(sarcastic)

No shit?

Seth laughs. Likes her already. She watches him leave.

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – MORNING

It’s 8:00 and the trading room is already packed. Seth sits

at his new desk with a box of cards in front of him.

Greg drops down in a seat next to him. He picks up the box

of cards and starts right in.

GREG

These are the D&B cards. Dunn and

Bradstreet.

SETH

Good morning.

Greg checks his paper as he continues…

GREG

They’re the company that supply us with

our leads. Every one of these cards is

an opportunity. These are good leads.

People on these cards buy stock. Your

job is to call them and get them

interested in the firm. You’re not

actually selling stock yet, but you’re

selling the dream. Get ’em wet and

tell them that in a month from now a

senior broker will call them back with

one idea.

SETH

Who are these people?

GREG

Average client’s forty-five years old,

from the Midwest, two hundred and fifty

thousand dollar annual income, three

million net. Has a local broker, but

loves a New York guy who sounds good on

the phone. The card’s not gonna tell

you any of that. Only says their name,

address and occupation. You gotta feel

them out.

(picks up card)

Here. Peter Davis, Vice President of

Parks Telecommunications. Guy’s

probably a whale. See what he’s

playing with. Truth is it doesn’t

matter these days. With the DOW where

it is now, everyone wants a piece of

the market. I can close anyone at any

time anywhere in the country. Just

give me a phone number.

JOHN FEINER, the compliance officer, walks out of Michael’s

office. He looks at Seth as he walks by.

SHERYL

Greg, I have John Duncklee on line

three.

GREG

I’m not here. After you qualify the

guy you send him a press packet. It’s

all really easy and it’ll get you

feeling comfortable on the phone, which

is key. This entire business revolves

around the phone. A good broker makes

over seven hundred calls a day.

SETH

(laughs)

What’s the phone bill like here?

GREG

This month was approaching four hundred

thousand. Now listen to me. Even

though you’re not actually selling

stock yet, I want you to remember the

coda we have here. Did you see

Glengarry Glenross?

SETH

Yeah.

GREG

Alright then, you remember ABC?

SETH

Always be closing.

GREG

Right. Always — Be — Closing.

That’s the attitude you need. Always

be closing Seth. Telling’s not

selling. Now there’s two rules you

need to know as a trainee. The rest

will come later. Number one, we do not

pitch the bitch here.

SETH

What?

GREG

We don’t sell stock to women. I don’t

care who it is, we don’t do it. I’m

serious. Nancy Sinatra calls, you tell

her you’re sorry. They’re a constant

pain in the ass and never worth the

trouble.

They will call you every fucking day

asking you why the stock is dropping.

And God forbid the stock should go up

you’ll hear from them every fifteen

minutes.

(mocking)

Is it a good time to sell? It’s simply

not worth the time or effort.

SETH

Okay, don’t pitch the bitch.

GREG

Second rule. Don’t write wood. A lot

of trainee are so anxious to get off

the phone they just steamroll the guy

into getting the press pack so they can

hang up. Then I call in a month and

say, Hi, you spoke to a junior

associate of mine last month. The

guy’s like, Yeah, I’m not interested.

Bye. That’s a shitty lead. It’s

fucking wood. The info we send is

bullshit. The important part of the

call is telling them you have that one

great idea, and that a broker is going

to call them back in a month. This

shows that we don’t just fire a million

recos a day. We tell them we have six

or seven great ideas a year! They

don’t want to think you’re pitching

them something you read in the journal

this morning. Get it? No wood.

SETH

Yeah, I got it. Chill.

GREG

Don’t even start with that shit. I’m

just telling you what your place is and

what I expect of you. I’m making your

job easier.

This is not the Greg that Seth remembers from the casino.

SETH

Okay. Well what happens if they want

to buy stock right then?

GREG

Alright, now we’re talking. You should

go into every call thinking just that.

If they want a recommendation, you put

the guy on hold, you stand up, and yell

“RECO” at the top of your lungs. The

first senior broker to get to the phone

gets the sale.

Seth smiles broadly.

CUT TO:

EXT. GREG’S HOUSE – NIGHT

Seth walks up the path toward Greg’s house. It’s a beauty.

The door is open and Seth slowly lets himself in. He passes

through the living room which as no furniture — just

cardboard boxes waiting to be unpacked.

In the den there are 15 guys from the firm sitting on the

floor. They’re eating pizza and drinking beer. A huge TV

sits against a wall, the only thing in the room besides the

pizza.

They are watching the movie “Wall Street”.

ADAM

Seth! What’s up, man? Thought you

weren’t gonna make it. Sit down, grab

a slice, have a beer.

GREG

(pointing at TV)

Shut-up, shut the fuck up, Gecko’s

coming. Alright my turn.

The doors to Gordon Gecko’s office open and Greg begins. The

following is intercut with scenes from the film.

GREG (CONT’D)

What the hell’s goin’ on? I’m lookin’

at two hundred shares, pal. I wanna

know if we’re part of it. We better be

or I’m gonna come down and eat your

lunch for you. Back in two, Alex.

Richie picks it right up.

RICHIE

Sorry, Jeff. Look, I loved it at

forty, it’s an insult at fifty. Their

analysts? They don’t know preferred

stock from livestock. Alright, we wait

till it hits south, then we, we raise

the sperm count on the deal. Get back

at ya.

CHRIS VARICK picks it up from there. He’s also a team

leader; but has his shit together more tightly than the rest.

CHRIS

This is the kid. Calls me fifty-nine

days in a row, wants to be a player.

Oughta be a picture of you in the

dictionary under persistence, kid.

Yeah, now listen, Jerry. I’m lookin’

for negative control. No more than

thirty, thirty-five percent. Just

enough to block anybody else’s merger

plans and find out from the inside if

the books are cooked. Looks as good on

paper and we’re in the kill zone, pal.

We’ll lock and load. Lunch? Oh you

gotta be kidding. Lunch is for wimps.

Okay, Fidel, I’ll talk at ya.

Everyone in the room says this line in unison.

EVERYONE

How do you do, Mr. Gecko. Bud Fox.

GREG

So you say. Nice to meet you. Hope

you’re intelligent. Where’d you get

these?

EVERYONE

I got a connection at the airport.

GREG

So what’s on your mind, Kimosabi? Why

am I listening to you?

The sound fades down as we see Seth looking around the room.

All the money in the world and no one to share it with.

CUT TO:

INT. DEBBIE’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Debbie walks in looking beat. She’s just come from work.

The apartment is small and modestly furnished. Working

class.

DEBBIE

Mom?

MOTHER (O.S.)

I’m in bed.

Debbie heads back toward the bedroom. She walks in to find

her mother in bed coughing. She does not look well.

DEBBIE

Bad day?

MOTHER

Miserable.

Debbie gets her mother’s medication ready.

DEBBIE

Let me make some tea. You sound really

congested.

Debbie leaves for the kitchen.

MOTHER

How was work?

CUT TO:

INT. SETH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Seth is on the phone with his mother. There is a monitor

showing the tables downstairs.

SETH

I told you, Mom, I’m not a broker yet.

I’m a trainee. I still need to pass my

series seven test.

MOTHER

Oh please, you’re a stock broker. You

wear a suit to work every day, don’t

you?

SETH

Yeah?

MOTHER

So? What are we arguing about then?

SETH

Thanks Mom.

MOTHER

You’re doing great, Seth. You’re

working your way up from the bottom.

That’s never easy. I’m very proud of

you. And I told you father about

things.

SETH

What’d he say?

MOTHER

He’s very happy. Shocked, but happy.

He’s been waiting for you to call him.

SETH

Well why doesn’t he just call me?

MOTHER

One miracle at a time, okay sweetie?

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – MORNING

Seth is on the phone trying to make things happen.

SETH

Uh…

(looking at card)

…Mr. Mathews please. Seth Davis.

From JT Marlin. No, he doesn’t know

me. Yes it’s concerning investments.

Hello?

Seth hangs up the phone and stares at it for a moment.

SETH (CONT’D)

(muttering to himself)

Fucking bitch.

He dials another number.

MARC

Tech stocks are down today.

GREG

Hey Warren Buffet, you trying to e

cute? Make the fucking calls! You’re

not a fund manager! How’s it going

there, Seth?

Seth shrugs his shoulders. Greg comes over. The phone is

ringing.

SETH

Hi, Howard Young please. It’s Seth

Davis from JT Marlin. No, he’s not

expecting my call. No thanks, I’ll

call him back.

GREG

Okay, first of all there are going to

be a lot of those regardless of how

good you are. But you happen to suck

dick. I have this friend who runs this

other firm. He gives out this book to

all his trainees. The Rebuttal Book.

Looks like a fil-o-fax. Has those

index tabs but they don’t say A to B to

G to H, they say things like Wife won’t

let me, I’m not in the market now, Call

me back, Send me a prospectus.

Has a rebuttal for any excuse. That’s

all the shit you’re gonna have to learn

later. For now you only have to

remember one thing. You can be whoever

you want on the phone. So say what you

have to. Use a different name if you

want. Tell them you’re a vice-

president here. Just get them on the

line. That’s the first step. It’s the

hardest part sometimes, but just get

the cocksucker on the line.

SETH

I don’t understand. How can I do shit

like that? Isn’t there a compliance

offer here? Isn’t it…

GREG

Illegal? No, Seth. Everyone does that

shit. Even on Wall Street. And John

over there, he works for us.

Greg points to John who is at a desk in the back of the room.

GREG (CONT’D)

He’s a fucking chimp. The only

compliance work he’s doing is making

sure my lunch is still hot when it gets

here. He’s only here because the SEC

requires it. He might have the easiest

fucking job in the entire world. Look

at him I think he’s actually

masturbating right now.

A Fed-Ex package is brought over by Debbie. She’s got a few

of them in her hands. She smiles at Seth as she drops the

package on Greg’s desk. Greg sees this.

GREG (CONT’D)

Bad news. Stay the fuck away.

Chris walks over. Debbie continues to hand out packages.

CHRIS

Holy shit. You slut. You made the

call.

GREG

(smiling wide)

I did.

Seth sees Debbie picking up packages as well. One broker is

seen angrily stuffing cash into a Fed-Ex envelope.

CHRIS

And you went big too.

GREG

I did.

Greg opens the package and removes a good $20,000 in cash.

Seth’s attention is snapped back to Greg and the package.

GREG (CONT’D)

Fuckin’ A. Only bookie in New York

that delivers Federal Express.

CUT TO:

INT. RATNER’S RESTAURANT – NIGHT

Seth and his whole family are having dinner in celebration of

Seth’s new job. Marty looks about as happy as pie.

MARTY

So when are you taking the test?

SETH

After the training program’s over.

They really want you to get a good idea

of how things work before you take the

series seven. It’s a great system.

I’m really learning a lot. They’re

very thorough.

NEIL

Are you gonna be rich, Seth?

SETH

I hope so.

MOTHER

God willing.

MARTY

I gotta ask you: how come I’ve never

heard of this firm?

The question makes Seth nervous. Familiar territory.

SETH

They’re a small firm, Dad. There’s a

million others just like it that you’ve

never heard of either.

MARTY

I guess what I’m asking is why you

didn’t try and go straight to Goldman

Sachs or a company of that stature.

MOTHER

Marty, why are you starting?

SETH

(calm)

It’s okay, Mom. The reason, Dad, is

that the larger houses don’t hire kids

straight out of college unless you went

to an Ivy League school or you want to

do cash-flow analysis for the next

fifteen years. They want you to work

outside their firm for a couple of

years to get a sense of the

marketplace. That’s why almost all

brokers start in small firms like JT

Marlin.

MARTY

(to Mother)

See, that wasn’t so bad. He answered

the question. This is good stuff,

Seth. Good stuff. So how does it feel

to have a real job?

SETH

It feels real good, Dad.

Seth looks elated. There’s a long content pause.

MARTY

All you have to do now is close the

casino.

MOTHER

Marty! We talked about this.

Seth looks at his watch. He realizes he’s late for

something.

SETH

I hate to run, but I’m late to meet a

friend.

He kisses his Mom and leaves.

CUT TO:

INT. BAR – NIGHT (LATER)

Seth walks into a dimly lit bar in downtown Manhattan. It’s

a class joint. He searches the room until he sees Debbie

sitting at a table in the back.

SETH

Debbie.

DEBBIE

(big smile)

Hey Seth. Go get yourself a drink.

FADE OUT.

INT. BAR – NIGHT (LATER)

They’ve already had a couple of drinks by now and are pretty

loosened up.

SETH

So who do you live with?

DEBBIE

Oh, you mean is the black girl here

taking care of her grandma because her

momma’s a crack-head?

SETH

Yeah, exactly. I thought it was smack,

though. You know you have got to get a

hold of that edge. It’s kind of sharp

sometimes.

DEBBIE

(embarrassed laugh)

I know, it’s true. I just got so much

shit at JT. Sometimes I have to get

into that mode just to fend them off.

SETH

So why are you there? It doesn’t seem

like the ideal working environment for

a black woman.

DEBBIE

No, it isn’t. But tell me, how many

secretaries you know make eighty

thousand a year?

SETH

(smiling)

One.

DEBBIE

Exactly.

SETH

You could always go back to school.

DEBBIE

(laughs)

You pompous ass. What makes you think

I want to? College isn’t for everyone.

It’s not like every black girl dreams

of being a marine-biologist her whole

life.

(dramatic)

If only she could get out of the

ghetto.

SETH

Hey, you don’t have to tell me. I

dropped out.

DEBBIE

Really? Now that’s a surprise.

SETH

(mocking)

You know it isn’t for everyone. It’s

not like every Jewish boy wants to be a

CPA if only he could make Wharton’s.

Debbie laughs hard and they settle into intimate eye contact.

Debbie leans toward Seth who pulls away, embarrassed.

SETH (CONT’D)

Whoa. I don’t even know what synagogue

you belong to.

Debbie bursts into laughter.

CUT TO:

INT. WALL STREET BAR – NIGHT (SAME TIME)

We are at a “broker bar” with Greg, Chris, Richie, and Adam.

The guys have come from work. They look very confused.

RICHIE

Yo. I thought this shit was a broker

hangout. Merryl Lynch, Solomon Bros,

the big dicks.

GREG

Yeah. What is this? Looks like an

insurance salesman convention.

A group of brokers at a nearby table take notice of the guys

and start pointing, laughing.

CUT TO:

INT. BAR – NIGHT (SAME TIME)

DEBBIE

You don’t fit in there. You know that?

They’re all white trash. To them, this

is going legit.

SETH

What do you mean by that?

DEBBIE

Always talking about being a big

swinging dick on Wall Street. It’s

funny, ’cause Long Island is as close

as they’re ever going to get. But you

could be doing the real thing at a real

trading house. Instead you’re here.

You don’t need to be making it this

way. At a chop-shop.

SETH

What are you saying? JT isn’t a chop-

shop. We just push the envelope a

little. I mean it’s not like we do

anything illegal. We just push a

little. Same as on Wall Street.

Debbie laughs.

SETH (CONT’D)

What?

DEBBIE

You don’t have to convince me.

Debbie raises her glass to Seth.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

To bending the rules.

SETH

Alright. That I can handle.

CUT TO:

INT. WALL STREET BAR – NIGHT (SAME TIME)

The brokers from the other table are now next to them.

They’ve been listening in. One of them approaches.

JP BROKER

(smiling)

Hey. You guys looking for a broker?

RICHIE

Who the fuck are you?

CHRIS

Easy Richie, would you?

JP BROKER

I thought maybe you guys were looking

for someone to invest for you.

GREG

Hey pal. We ARE brothers.

JP BROKER

(trying not to laugh)

Really? You guys with Jacoby & Myers?

ADAM

JT Marlin.

JP BROKER

Never heard of it.

CHRIS

Hey! Hold on a second. Who are you?

You sell car insurance or something?

The rest of the crew comes over now to back their boy up.

JP BROKER

We’re with JP Morgan.

RICHIE

Yeah right. And I’m a black Negro.

JP BROKER #2

I know JT. It’s a fucking chop-shop.

Named your firm so it sounds like ours.

JP BROKER

What the fuck is with those suits? You

look like you’re on Gotti’s crew.

CUT TO:

INT. BAR – NIGHT (SAME TIME)

DEBBIE

So tell me about your family.

SETH

My family? It’s a mess.

DEBBIE

Whose isn’t?

SETH

Yeah I guess. Well my mom’s great.

Real supportive and loving. Almost to

a flaw. I can do no wrong.

DEBBIE

Sounds terrible.

SETH

My dad’s the mess, but that’s not very

interesting conversation. What about

you?

DEBBIE

Mom raised me. No money. Now I’m

taking care of her.

SETH

What’s wrong?

DEBBIE

Chronic pneumonia. Smoked for fifteen

years. She’s been sick for a while

now. It makes her so happy that I make

this salary so I can support us. It’s

a little scary.

SETH

And your Dad?

DEBBIE

Rather not talk about my father either.

SETH

Boy, I’m so glad we had this

conversation. I really feel like I’ve

gained this insight into your life.

DEBBIE

And me into yours.

They both laugh.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

Tell me something real.

SETH

What do you want to hear?

DEBBIE

Tell me a story about your dad.

SETH

Well I have so many great ones.

DEBBIE

Tell me.

SETH

Okay. I’m ten years old. I just got

this new bike. A red Mongoose. You

know, BMX. So I’m skidding out in this

puddle — Starsky & Hutch style. My

foot slips, and the pedal spins around

hard enough to break my leg. Real bad

too. But I don’t fall off the bike. I

keep coasting down this hill. So

finally I get scared and I jump off.

Fell right behind a parked car. Laid

there for half an hour. Finally, I

hear my father screaming my name from

up the block. I was so happy that he

was coming to get me. He comes around

the car and sees me lying there.

There’s blood everywhere and the bone

is sticking out straight through my

skin.

DEBBIE

Oh my god.

SETH

I looked up at him, and for the first

time in my life I saw how much he loved

me. He was frozen. It hurt him to see

me in that much pain. So he leans

down… and slaps me across the face.

DEBBIE

What? Why?

SETH

I don’t know. Maybe he was mad at me

for making him that helpless, or it was

the only thing he could think of. I

don’t really care anymore. What I

remember now is the look on his face

when he first saw me. That’s all I

remember. That’s what I miss.

DEBBIE

I’m so sorry.

Debbie leans over and kisses him deeply.

CUT TO:

INT. WALL STREET BAR – NIGHT (LATER)

Richie is being carried out by two bouncers.

GREG

Can we get the fuck out of here now?

FADE OUT.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DAY

SETH (O.S.)

I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t realize…

DR. JACOBS

I’m really busy, Seth.

Seth looks over towards Michael’s office and sees Greg and

three other team leaders coming out.

SETH

I understand. I’m real busy here

myself, Doctor. Look, we’re going to

come back to you in a month with one

idea and one idea only. If you like

what we have to say, great, we’ll do

business. Worst case scenario you’ll

hear yourself a new business idea.

Chat about it with your golfing buddies

and we’ll part as friends. That’s

fair, right?

A nurse is asking the Doctor a question and he loses focus.

DR. JACOBS

Ummm what?

SETH

Great. So tell me, Doc, are you

working with a million dollars in the

market right now?

DR. JACOBS

Who is this again?

SETH

Tell me something, you’re a doctor.

Have you ever heard of a drug called

Fenamul? It’s being manufactured by

MSC pharmaceuticals.

DR. JACOBS

No.

SETH

Well it’s in the third stage of FDA

approval right now. Word is, it’s

going to get approved in the next three

months. Could be tomorrow for all I

know. Anyway, I’m getting ahead of

myself. And you’re real busy over

there. Why don’t I send you out the

info you requested about the firm and a

senior broker will call you next month

with that one idea.

DR. JACOBS

Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second,

forget the info, let’s talk about this

now. What was the name of the drug

again?

Seth begins to smile.

SETH

You know what, sir, let me pass you on

to a senior broker who’s more involved

with this particular stock. Hold on a

second.

Seth pushes the hold button. He pauses and then YELLS:

SETH (CONT’D)

Reco!!

Everything and everyone in the room stops. There is a slight

pause and then CHAOS. About 20 brokers BOLT toward Seth.

Chris is closest. Another broker JUMPS onto the table

separating him from Seth and clambers over it. Chris puts on

the steam and gets there first. The other broker runs

straight into Seth, unable to stop.

Chris regains his composure wiping the smile off his face.

CHRIS

Card.

SETH

Okay, his name’s Dr. Jacobs and from

the sound of it, I’d say he’s

definitely…

CHRIS

Whoa, whoa, I don’t wanna hear it, kid.

Chris grabs the card from his hand and looks at it briefly.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

Hi, Dr. Jacobs, this is Chris Marlin

over at JT Marlin.

DR. JACOBS

Marlin?

CHRIS

Right. He’s my father.

Another broker connects a wire to a jack on the back of the

phone and the conversation is now heard on the PA system.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

So my associate tells me you’re

interested in one of our stocks.

DR. JACOBS

Yes, MSC sounds like it might be

interesting.

CHRIS

Might be? Might be doesn’t sell stock

at the rate MSC is going, Dr. Jacobs.

We’re talking about very high volume

here.

DR. JACOBS

Well, I still have to run it by my

people.

CHRIS

That’s great, Doc. If you want to miss

yet another opportunity here and go

watch your colleagues get rich doing

clinical trials, then don’t buy a share

and hang up the phone.

DR. JACOBS

Well hold on a second. I didn’t say

that. I just wanted to talk more about

it.

CHRIS

Honestly Doc, I don’t have the time.

This stock is blowing up right now.

The whole firm is going nuts. Let me

open the door to my office.

Chris holds the phone up to the 100 brokers standing there

silently. They begin talking loudly and screaming “Buy,

Sell”. Chris makes a hand motion and they stop.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

You hear that? That’s my trading

floor, Doc.

Now I have a million calls to make to

other doctors who are already in the

know. I can’t walk you through this

right now. I’m sorry.

Huge pause. Everyone looks on waiting to hear what he’ll do.

Chris doesn’t even look mildly concerned. Then…

DR. JACOBS

Okay, okay. Let’s do this.

CHRIS

Now, since you’re a new account I

cannot go any higher than two thousand

shares. I’d love to but I just can’t

do it.

DR. JACOBS

Two thousand?! Whoa! That’s way more

than I was thinking about. Two

thousand, Jesus.

(pause)

I’m just curious, why can’t you sell me

more than that?

The brokers hold in their laughter.

CHRIS

Well, we like to establish a

relationship with our clients on

something small before we get to the

more serious trades. Let me show you

several percentage points on this small

trade and then we’ll talk about doing

future business.

DR. JACOBS

That sounds good. Give me two thousand

shares.

CHRIS

Done.

DR. JACOBS

You sure you can’t do any better on

this one?

CHRIS

No, I’m sorry, Dr. Jacobs.

DR. JACOBS

Alright, let’s start with this trade

then.

CHRIS

Great. I promise we’ll go big on the

next one.

(feigns masturbation)

Now do you want the confirmation sent

to your office or your mansion?

DR. JACOBS

(laughs)

Very funny, Mr. Marlin.

CHRIS

Alright, let me put my secretary on.

She’ll take your info.

Chris hits the hold button and then…

CHRIS (CONT’D)

Done and done.

The entire firm applauds when he gets off the phone. The

crowd disperses. Chris sits down on Seth’s desk.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

I love doctors, man. All that money

and not a clue what to do with it.

Fucking rollovers. Hold onto your

ankles, Doc, here comes the love.

SETH

Why’d you put a max on his buy?

CHRIS

Didn’t you tell him how it works?

GREG

He’s still a trainee. He doesn’t need

to know about initial sell limits.

CHRIS

Right, right. Make sure he shows you

the ropes. He’s too busy calling his

bookie. You fucking Hebrews, man.

Always looking out for yourselves,

never the trainees.

GREG

That’s great. Why don’t you go back to

little Italy now?

Greg points across the room.

CHRIS

Why don’t you go make a latke dreidel

boy.

(back to Seth)

The reason I capped him is in case he’s

a piker. See, we’re going to go ahead

and front the money for this sale.

If he doesn’t send the check, I’m the

one holding the bag.

(whispers)

Last commission month a kid on Jim’s

team wrote a million dollar ticket.

Stock was down three and a half points

by settlement. Fucking kid took a one

quarter million dollar hit. Besides,

first sale just whets the appetite. If

he’s a whale, which it looks like he

is, then I’ll get him on a day when

there’s a real rip.

SETH

Rip?

CHRIS

(surprised)

Rip. Commission. That’s why we work

here. We get huge rips.

SETH

(quietly)

I actually still don’t know how it

works.

CHRIS

A two dollar rip, which is unheard of

anywhere on Wall Street, means you’re

walking away with two dollars for every

share you sell. Real money. Jesus

Greg, you tell him where the bathroom

is yet?

GREG

Seth, I showed you where Chris’ desk

is.

SETH

How does Michael afford that?

CHRIS

I don’t know, but if he’s doing it,

he’s making money on it. Point is,

don’t worry about selling small on the

first trade. You service the client

right and he’ll be back for more. Bide

your time. Show him a three percent

return and he’ll trust you to watch his

kids for the weekend. If he’s serviced

correctly it’s not a matter of whether

he’s making a second trade with you,

it’s a matter of how much.

Chris’ secretary calls out from across the room.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

Gotta bounce.

Seth stands there in awe. He sees the potential here.

CUT TO:

INT. FBI ECONOMIC CRIMES UNIT – DAY

We are looking at a photo of Seth outside JT Marlin. PULL

BACK to see the photo is on the desk of the director’s

office.

DAVID TRUE, a young agent trying to make a name for himself,

is in the office as well. He’s excited.

DIRECTOR

Of all the people at JT Marlin you

picked this kid Davis. Why?

TRUE

Because he’s perfect. He’s new, so his

loyalties don’t run that deep. He also

seems to be the smartest of this last

group of trainees. Used to run a full

time casino out of his house in Queens.

Now he just picks up the checks. He’s

more ambitious than any other trainee

there. And I mean by a lot. The rest

of them are fucking idiots to this kid.

He’ll turn state’s. No question.

DIRECTOR

How are you gonna get to him?

TRUE

I’m working on that. We just started

surveillance. We’ll get to him.

CUT TO:

EXT. MICKEY’S – NIGHT

This is a local bar near the office.

Several exotic cars are parked outside. The sight is

incredibly strange in this lower-middle class neighborhood.

Greg’s Ferrari is there and we see the license plate: “2

RIP”.

INT. MICKEY’S – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

About 35 brokers are here drinking. Seth sits at a table

with Greg, Adam, Chris and a group of junior brokers and

trainees.

CHRIS

What were you doing before you came on?

TRAINEE 2

I work at the 7-11 in Babylon.

GREG

You mean worked.

TRAINEE 2

No, I mean work. I still do two shifts

every weekend. A hundred and fifty

dollars a week just doesn’t cover it

all.

ADAM

(sympathetic)

No, it doesn’t.

TRAINEE 2

I don’t mind it though. So I’ll live

like a nigger for six months.

Seth snaps his head up at this comment, amazed that it was

said with such assertiveness and clarity. No one else

budges.

CHRIS

What about you, Seth? What were you

doing before you found JT?

SETH

Well I was, actually still am, involved

in the gaming industry.

CHRIS

Really! AC, Foxwoods, Vegas?

SETH

Atlantic City.

CHRIS

What’d you do there?

SETH

I won.

Everyone laughs. Seth takes out his key chain which is a $50

dollar chip from his casino. He SLAPS it on the table.

Chris smiles and then slaps a pair of dice down on the table.

CHRIS

You wanna roll, slut?

SETH

You wanna lose?

CHRIS

Oh shit, we got a player.

CUT TO:

INT. BACK OF BAR – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

We move around a jukebox where, in an empty space next to the

bathrooms, we see six brokers kneeling, playing dice.

They’re making a lot of noise, yelling at each throw, cursing

or cheering depending on which way the money is going.

CHRIS

I got one-fitty against.

RICHIE

Booked!

ADAM

I got one hundred against.

SETH

Booked. Wait, who’s got the roller?

CHRIS

come on, somebody cover Greg.

Michael Brantley walks in at this point and pushes his way

down into the circle. Everyone goes nuts when they see him.

MICHAEL

Alright, I got the roller. I can’t

believe you guys aren’t fighting over

it. Betting against Greg’s roll is the

only sure thing there is in the world.

(to Greg)

What are we going, two hundred dollars

on this?

GREG

Booked.

FADE OUT.

INT. BACK OF BAR – NIGHT (LATER)

Seth is out of the game watching from the side. Greg’s luck

is atrocious and he too is soon out.

GREG

(to Seth)

Let’s go get some reserves.

Greg bumps into a local coming out of the bathroom.

LOCAL

Quit staring and just apologize.

The dice game comes to a halt. All eyes are on this

confrontation. Richie does not wait for it to sort itself

out.

RICHIE

He doesn’t have to say shit. Now why

don’t you go back to your Heineken and

shut the fuck up.

LOCAL

Was I talking to you?

RICHIE

Do I give a shit? If you’re talking to

me, then you’re talking to me and my

fucking crew.

The local sees what he’s up against and wisely opts out.

Richie decides to have a go anyway GRABBING him by the back

of the shirt yanking him back into the small alcove.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

We move along the wall until we pass a door which FLIES open.

Richie pulls the guy outside with the help of three other

brokers. Richie does not waste any time once outside. He

KNEELS quickly, coming down on his stomach. The man’s face

raises off the floor in response and Richie ATTACKS his head.

He stops as suddenly as he started, stand up, and spits on

him. The man is completely unconscious. Only Seth carries

the expression of genuine shock. The others have seen this

before.

Richie goes back in and closes the door.

CUT TO:

INT. FERRARI – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

Greg is driving. Seth still has a blank look on his face.

GREG

You okay?

SETH

I just, I, I’m a little disturbed you

know. I mean Jesus didn’t that bother

you?

GREG

Me? You think I was watching? I can’t

look at that stuff, makes me nauseous.

You have to understand. These are not

the kids you and I grew up with.

Remember in Hebrew school when a

shoving match was a big deal? Worst

case scenario, someone’s yarmulka got

knocked off.

SETH

(laughing)

It’s true.

GREG

These guys are no joke. They get

tanked up, throw a quick fist. And

then some of them actually like it.

Like Richie. He probably thought I was

being tough back there, just staring at

that guy. I was shitting my pants.

SETH

I saw.

GREG

Thanks. Those fucking Guineas, half of

them do coke. They all drink. No

stability, zero capital. They make all

this money and they’re always living

three steps ahead. Do you know there

are guys in this firm that make close

to a million a year and couldn’t get a

loan for a Honda because their credit

is so bad. Everyone’s just waiting for

the fifteenth of the month. It’s like

they may drive a Porsche but they don’t

have ten bucks to put in the gas tank.

Nigger rich.

Seth looks at Greg. He’s not the person he thought he knew.

The two drive on in silence. Greg passes JT Marlin.

SETH

Hey, drop me off. I want to get my

car. I don’t think I’m going to stay

at the bar much longer.

Greg pulls into the lot where Seth’s car sits.

GREG

Alright, I’ll see you back at Mickey’s

then. Oh, on the other thing.

SETH

Yeah?

GREG

Don’t forget what I told you about

Debbie. She’s trouble.

SETH

I don’t even…

GREG

Seth, I see what goes on. And I’m

telling you as your friend, she’s a

whore, Seth. A fucking whore.

SETH

Good thing you stopped dating her, huh?

Seth gets out of the car before Greg can respond.

EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

Seth unlocks his car door and then realizes he’s forgotten

his bag upstairs. He goes into the building.

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

He goes straight to his desk and picks up his bag. As he

turns to leave he hear a HUMMING NOISE coming from the back.

There is a small alcove with a copier in the back. A man in

there bent over a smaller machine Seth cannot see.

Seth recognizes him as John Feiner. The machine is a

shredder. John is stuffing the contents of five large boxes

through this tiny shredder that sits on a waste basket.

SETH

(whispers)

Holy shit.

CUT TO:

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY

Seth finds himself seated in the same room as he did three

months earlier with the guys who were there for the

interview.

JIM

I want to talk to you about appearance.

Most of you dress like shit. I don’t

know what your financial situation is

like right now but you need to buy at

least one decent suit. There is a

minimum level of aesthetic

professionalism that we have here. In

a couple of months you’ll be able to

outfit your whole closet, but for now

just get something to hold you over.

There’s an important phrase that we use

here and I think it’s time you all

learned it. “Act as if”. Do you

understand what that means? Act as if

you are the fucking president of this

firm. Act as if you have a nine inch

cock. Act as if. To do this properly

you need to at least look the part. So

go get dressed. Secondly, it’s time to

get your Series Seven books. No need

to get nervous. If you study you’ll

pass. Then you begin trading as an SEC

licensed broker. Then you’re a fucking

millionaire. It’s that simple. I need

three hundred from each of you for the

books which will be returned if and

when you pass the exam. And I’ll need

that tomorrow.

There is a slight murmur in the room now. One of the

trainees turns to another and whispers.

MARC

I’ll just ask my mom.

TRAINEE 2

Yeah, I’ll have to do the same thing.

Others are discussing where they will come up with the money

as the meeting comes to a close. Jim gets up from his chair.

JIM

Okay then.

Seth is already up and walking towards Jim. He takes out a

roll of cash from his breast pocket and peels off three

hundred dollar bills in front of Jim. He looks proud doing

it.

SETH

Here you go.

All the other trainees stare.

JIM

What are you, last night’s erection?

SETH

Yeah, you know.

Jim slaps him on the shoulder as he walks out.

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – MORNING

We open on a Polish broker working his magic on the phone in

his native tongue. PAN ACROSS the room to Seth dialing a

number. He looks frustrated. Chris is sitting next to him.

CHRIS

Go ahead do it. Just try it, you’ll

see.

SETH

You sure?

CHRIS

Yeah. You’re gonna feel so much

better.

The other end of the line picks up and Seth looks down at the

card in front of him.

SETH

Yeah hi, Steve? FUCK YOU!

Seth hangs up laughing hysterically along with Chris.

MONTAGE BEGINS

INT. SETH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Seth studies for the series seven while looking up

occasionally at the monitor to watch the action on the tables

downstairs.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DIFFERENT DAY

CLIENT (O.S.)

Look, Seth, Seth, I don’t want to be

rude.

SETH

Bob, be rude, be rude. Hang up the

phone.

(pauses)

You won’t. You wanna know why?

Because you see value! I’m money in

the bank. I’m your kid’s college fund

for Christ’s sake. That’s great. If

we were looking at a long stock over a

long term period I’d be talking about

PE ratios and earnings with you right

now. The fact is, I’m not looking to

marry the stock. We’re in, we’re out,

three, four weeks. Look, I’m not a

rookie broker opening accounts for a

living.

All of the brokers at the table watch and laugh in respect.

INT. RECEPTION AREA – DIFFERENT DAY

Seth is talking to Debbie. Greg gives them a dirty look.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DIFFERENT DAY

Seth is on the phone again, pacing quickly.

SETH

What do you mean you’ll pass? Alan,

the only people making money passing

are NFL quarterbacks and I don’t see a

number on your back.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DIFFERENT DAY

Seth is on the phone. He grabs a twinkie off another

broker’s desk. The line answers as he is unwrapping the

snack.

SETH

Yes, how are you, James? Seth Marlin

over at JT Marlin.

JAMES

Take me off your list!!

SETH

Okay, I’ll take you off my list of

successful people today.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DIFFERENT DAY

It’s lunch time and Set remains at his desk studying for the

series seven. He looks up to see a group of brokers coming

out of Michael’s office.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DIFFERENT DAY

SETH

Listen, if you couldn’t pull three

thousand together your name wouldn’t be

on my desk during business hours. What

do you mean you don’t have it? John,

please, you’re embarrassing me. I’m

pitching you from under my desk. I’m

embarrassed.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

Seth is at his desk using a pair of scissors to cut a swath

of cardboard from a box. He writes in big swooping letters

and then places it on his desk revealing the message…

Be Rude, Make Them Hang Up.

END MONTAGE

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – NIGHT

Seth’s the only one left. All of the overhead lights are

off. He is reading the contracts from the last several

IPO’s.

SETH

Holy shit.

He had the different contracts lined up next to each other

and is comparing the names listed from the private equity

source. They’re the same on every prospectus.

SETH (CONT’D)

Christ, they’re all the same.

DEBBIE

What’s the name?

Seth almost JUMPS out of his seat. Debbie is standing

quietly in the dark at the head of the table.

SETH

Shit. You scared me. How long have

you been standing there?

DEBBIE

I just walked up now. I’m sorry.

Seth tries to hide the contracts under some papers.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

Interesting reading?

SETH

This? It’s just the prospectus from

the last IPO the firm put out.

She walks around and puts her hands on his shoulders. She

doesn’t seem to care. He looks pretty nervous.

DEBBIE

I know what it is. I asked you if it

was interesting. You may be the first

person to ever read a JT prospectus.

What are you looking for?

SETH

Some chocolate love. Should I practice

my pitch? I know it turns you on.

She smiles widely as she sits on the desk facing him, her

legs touching his. He kisses her, then picks her up gently

and puts her on the table.

CUT TO:

INT. SETH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT (LATER)

The two are lying in bed. Debbie looks happy. Seth looks

like his head is in another place.

SETH

I saw John Feiner shredding a bunch of

documents the other night.

DEBBIE

What?

SETH

Yeah. He was in the back late at

night. I was going to get my bag.

DEBBIE

Did he see you?

SETH

No.

(pause)

What’s going on over there?

DEBBIE

What do you mean? You know what’s

going on.

SETH

You think they’re doing a lot of

illegal shit?

DEBBIE

Come on, Seth, you can’t have it both

ways. You say you like the hard sell

and the money but then you question it

when you see something that’s a bit

off. Either admit that it’s not

charity work and enjoy, or get out.

But going back and forth like this is

just tearing you up.

FADE OUT.

EXT. YOUNG ISRAEL OF FLATBUSH – DAY

The synagogue stands tall right off of Coney Island Ave.

Seth runs up to the front where his father is waiting for

him. Marty puts his hand on Seth’s shoulder as they walk in.

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – DAY

Seth is closing a whale. Chris stands next to him, watching

and helping. He’s pitching a Midwesterner named DEAN.

SETH

Dean, I’m not a rookie broker opening

accounts for a living. Ask me whatever

you want. But I’ll tell you this. I’m

going to give you over to my secretary.

You call me when the stock doubles.

Seth pushes hold. The table erupts in cheer. Debbie is

there as well. She too congratulates Seth. He’s beaming.

Greg comes over to the table. He goes straight to Adam.

GREG

What happened?

ADAM

Seth just closed this guy for ten

large.

GREG

Hey Seth, get over here.

SETH

Hey Greg, I just closed this huge

account for you.

GREG

What the fuck are you doing? You just

violated a huge SEC regulation. Who

told you to start closing accounts.

You’re a fucking trainee.

SETH

You’re kidding right? You’re not? You

told me I could use a different name on

the phone. Act as if! I figured I’d

take the initiative and make you some

money.

CHRIS

Greg, I was standing right next to him

the whole time. I would have stepped

right in if the kid got into trouble.

GREG

Hey! You got a conoli you can stick in

your mouth.

CHRIS

No. You got a menorah you can shove in

your ass?

GREG

I don’t care about the money, Seth.

Imagine if every trainee started

handling their own recos. This shop

would be closed in about a week.

SETH

This is about something else. Isn’t

it?

GREG

What would that be?

Greg turns around to see Debbie.

GREG (CONT’D)

Don’t you have to answer the phones or

something?

She laughs at him but doesn’t move. Greg sees that the boys

are heading into Michael’s office for their lunch time

gathering. He decides to leave things for now.

GREG (CONT’D)

We’ll finish this later.

He walks toward the office when Jim steps out for a moment.

JIM

Hey Seth. You just earned a spot pal.

Get in here.

Greg is fuming but has to hide it. He pats Seth on the back.

GREG

Big time baby. We’ll get to see if

you’re as good as you say you are. It

gets pretty fucking hectic in there,

little man.

Seth walks toward the office. Greg stays behind.

GREG (CONT’D)

What the fuck was that? Don’t tell me

he’s why we’re not hitting it anymore.

DEBBIE

Hitting it? We were never hitting it.

And he’s not the reason, Greg, you are.

CUT TO:

INT. MICHAEL’S OFFICE – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

A group of brokers stand around Michael’s conference table.

Seth is standing in the doorway as they lift a huge craps

felt onto the table. Jackets are removed. Seth looks

shocked.

The game begins as Michael pulls out a set of dice.

FADE OUT.

EXT. BOILER ROOM – NIGHT

Seth is getting into his car. He sees Michael and a couple

of other senior managers walking out of the building. They

walk away from their cars toward another office building.

Seth follows keeping his distance walking next to the

shrubbery. He sees them go into the building. He turns

away.

CUT TO:

EXT. BROOKLYN STREET – NIGHT (LATER)

Debbie gets out of her car and makes her way toward her

building. Two men approach her from the shadows and she

begins to RUN, but they intercept her at the front door.

Debbie screams out and then suddenly stops as soon as she

sees the FBI badges they are holding in front of her face.

TRUE

Special Agent True, FBI, this is Agent

Etkin. Ms. Hilliard, we’d like to talk

to you about your relationship with

Seth Dais. Oh, and about your mom’s

health.

CUT TO:

INT. SETH’S APARTMENT – MORNING

It’s a Saturday morning. Seth is sitting at the kitchen

table eating breakfast. He has several IPO contracts out on

the table. He reads as he eats. The PHONE RINGS.

SETH

Hello?

SALESMAN

Hi, this is Ron calling you from the

Daily News. How you doing this

morning?

SETH

I’m not interested.

SALESMAN

Okay. I’m sorry to have bothered you.

Have a nice day.

SETH

That’s it? That’s your pitch? You

consider that a sales call??!

SALESMAN

Well, ummm…

SETH

You want to sell me a paper right?

Well you guys call me every Saturday

and I get the same half-assed attempt.

You wanna close me? Then sell me.

SALESMAN

(hesitantly)

Alright.

SETH

Go ahead, start again.

SALESMAN

Okay… Hi, this is Ron from the Daily

News. How you doing this morning?

SETH

(smiling)

Shitty. What do you want?

SALESMAN

It’s not what I want, sir… it’s what

you want.

SETH

Alright, now you’re talking. What are

you selling?

SALESMAN

I’m offering you a subscription to the

Daily News at a substantially reduced

price. We’re trying to reach out to

people that have never had home

delivery before.

SETH

So, everyone else that already has a

subscription is getting fucked on this

one huh?

SALESMAN

…Yeah, I guess so.

SETH

Good, I can live with that. Now why do

I want your paper? Maybe I should get

the Times or the Voice.

SALESMAN

Well the Village Voice is free, sir, so

if you want it you should certainly

pick it up. But the Daily News offers

you something no other paper can, a

real taste of New York. We have some

writers on staff that have been with us

for over fifteen years. We have the

best features! More photographs than

any other daily in New York! And we

have the most reliable delivery in the

city! Now what do you think??!!

SETH

Alright, Ron. Now that was a sales

call. Good job!

SALESMAN

So are you going to buy a subscription?

SETH

No. I already get the Times.

Seth then hangs up smiling and picks up his spoon. The PHONE

RINGS again and Seth picks up, irritated.

SETH (CONT’D)

What?

CHRIS (V.O.)

Well I thought we’d start out with a

couple of drinks, then maybe dinner.

Then depending on how things go, a

little ya-ya.

SETH

(laughing)

Shut-up slut.

CHRIS

You da slut.

SETH

Alright. I’ll be the slut. So what’s

up?

CHRIS

Wanted to know what the story was for

later. It’s your night so you decide,

Mr. Junior Broker.

SETH

Well, I was thinking that we should go

into the city. You guys are always

drinking at those shitty local bars. I

say we go to a decent bar with decent

poo-poo. If I have to look at one more

housewife smoking a Newport I’m gonna

fucking puke.

CUT TO:

EXT. CHRIS’ PLACE – NIGHT

Seth walks up to the garden apartment. It’s 180 degrees from

Greg’s place. Small, old, in a blue collar neighborhood. He

RINGS the bell. Chris opens the door within seconds.

CHRIS

Come on in. I want you to meet my

mother.

SETH

(mutters to himself)

Jesus. Am I the only one who doesn’t

live with their mother?

INT. CHRIS’ PLACE – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

The apartment, though small, is utterly cluttered with very

expensive things. Mostly electronics — Incredible stereo,

huge screen TV, every kitchen gadget ever invented. There’s

barely a path to walk.

CHRIS

You want something to drink?

SETH

Nah, I’m okay. Hey let me ask you

something, Chris. Do you ever wonder

how we get the rips that we do? I mean

how is it that we get rips that pay out

ten times the amount of any major firm?

CHRIS

Are you kidding me? That’s the wrong

question to be asking. Who cares how.

The only thing you should be wondering

about is how you’re gonna get laid

tonight.

SETH

I’m serious. Did you know that SEC

regulations state that a maximum rip

allowed is five percent of the sale.

We’re making four times that.

CHRIS

What are you doing, Seth? Aren’t you

happy with the way things are going?

SETH

Yes.

CHRIS

So what are you doing making trouble

for yourself?

SETH

Nothing. I’m just curious. Aren’t

you?

CHRIS

No. Not at all.

Chris walks out of the kitchen.

CUT TO:

INT. CHRIS’ RANGE ROVER – NIGHT (LATER)

Seth, Chris, Greg, Richie and two of their friends from

another firm, Steve and Roger, are driving on the LIE.

Besides for Seth, they are all wearing suits.

Jay-Z blasts on the system. All heads are bobbing

simultaneously. Shots of the approaching New York skyline.

RICHIE

(looking at NYC)

That’s it right there, baby. That’s

where I’m gonna be next year. I’m

gonna get me a phat space in Tribeca.

Then all you punks can come see what

real living is.

GREG

Yeah right. You’ll still be at exit 53

off the LIE motherfucker.

The song in the car changes and Richie recognizes it. He

raps along. Seth jumps in. Greg, however, doesn’t look

happy.

He’s pissed that Seth has gotten so close with his friends.

They make their way down 2nd Ave and park near a trendy

restaurant.

CUT TO:

INT. TRENDY RESTAURANT – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

As soon as they get in the place all eyes fall on them,

mockingly.

ROGER

Jesus Christ, look at this. They love

us.

RICHIE

We have got so hang out in the city

more often.

The host makes her way over to the group. She is stunning.

Tall, beautiful, English accent.

HOST

Five for dinner?

STEVE

(lewdly)

And then some.

The host turns her back on him and takes them toward a great

table in the corner. It’s a curved booth facing the bar.

ROGER

Oh shit. They’re giving us the

phattest table in the place.

All of the guys are excited as they approach the table, even

Seth. The host stops, places a menu on the table, and

then…

HOST

Oh, I’m so sorry.

(picking up menu)

This table is actually reserved for a

party of six. I have a table for you

in the back though.

Smiles disappear at this news.

STEVE

Hey! We are a party of six. See,

there’s six of us. We want this table.

HOST

I’m sorry it isn’t available. Now

follow me.

The host takes them to a small table better suited to four

people. The busboy runs two chairs over.

FADE OUT.

INT. TRENDY RESTAURANT – NIGHT (LATER)

They have begun to eat their food and there are many beer

bottles on the table. Richie returns from the bathroom.

RICHIE

Who UAT’d this Budweiser for me?

ROGER

I did, what’s wrong?

RICHIE

I hate Bud, send this shit back.

Seth leans over toward Chris and whispers…

SETH

Uat?

CHRIS

Unauthorized Trade.

SETH

Gotcha.

STEVE

So Seth, any grips yet?

SETH

Yeah. You know what I hate? Getting

past the secretaries. It doesn’t

matter that you’re a broker calling

from NYC. It’s still a sales call and

that they know.

STEVE

It’s true. It don’t matter if it’s the

Avon lady or Merryl Lynch. The good

secretaries can smell a sales call.

CHRIS

I remember when I was cold calling, the

shit I’d do. I’d get on the phone and

say, Can I speak to Jim? Secretary’s

like, I’m sorry, but Jim isn’t in the

office. I’d be like, that’s funny

because I just saw his car in the lot

about five minutes ago.

Next thing you know, Jimbo’s on the

phone because you showed the lady you

weren’t fuckin’ around.

ROGER

You guys have it easy. JT Marlin could

be any kind of company. I have to get

on the phone and say, Hi, it’s Roger

from Investments Incorporated.

Secretary’s like, “Is this concerning

investments?” Ummmm, no?

The group bursts into laughter.

SETH

You guys know what I’m going to do?

GREG

(suddenly)

What the fuck do you know? You just

passed your seven this week. Haven’t

even popped your cherry yet.

All eyes on Greg, surprised at his tone. Seth ignores him.

SETH

I’m going to open a fire called Bob’s

plumbing. You get on the phone and

say, Yeah tell him it’s Bob from Bob’s

plumbing. He’ll be like, Oh, it’s the

plumber guy, yeah I’ll take the call.

Everyone talks to their plumber.

Laughter all around. Greg realizes he is alienating not only

Seth, but his friends too and so he makes amends…

GREG

Alright guys. I want to make a toast

to the man of the night. Highest

Series Seven score in the whole firm.

You are the big swinging dick tonight.

CHRIS

Cheers, slut.

Everyone drinks.

RICHIE

You know why he’s this happy, Seth?

SETH

Oh I know. He’s thinking about the

forty accounts I have to open for him

before I’m on my own. God bless the

junior broker program, huh, Greg?

GREG

Oh, I don’t care about that. I’m just

excited for your promising future.

Everyone laughs.

A table of gay men have been sitting next to the guys and are

finally fed up with the noise. One of them turns around.

GAY MAN

Hey, do you guys think you could keep

it down some.

SETH

Yeah, no problem.

STEVE

Why don’t you guys just concentrate on

your food instead of us.

RICHIE

Hey, what are you eating over there

anyway? A little tube snake smothered

in underwear?

The brokers go bonkers. They’re laughing hysterically.

STEVE

I heard the hot dogs are real good here

too. They got foot-longs. You like

those right? A little tough to

swallow, but they’re good.

At this comment, the other two men at the table sit straight

up, ready to engage Steve and Richie.

GAY MAN

Great outfits, you guys just come from

a City Council meeting? Or you just

trying to score with the bridge and

tunnel crowd?

STEVE

You know what they should do with you

guys? They should put all of you on a

fucking island somewhere.

GAY MAN

Yeah, guess what?

STEVE

What?!

GAY MAN

You’re on it!

CUT TO:

INT. GENERIC OFFICE – MORNING

HARRY REYNARD sits at his desk doing paperwork. Average man

somewhere in corporate America. Has a photo of his wife and

two kids on the desk. His PHONE RINGS.

HARRY

Hello?

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. BOILER ROOM – DAY

SETH

Hi Harry, this is Seth Davis over at JT

Marlin. How you doing this afternoon?

HARRY

Fine, thanks.

SETH

You got a call from an associate broker

of mine last month and I just wanted to

know if you enjoyed the information we

sent you.

HARRY

What information?

SETH

If you get as much mail as I do you

probably brushed it aside, but more

importantly we made a commitment to get

back to you. I am presenting you with

an investment opportunity that I think

you’ll find very interesting.

HARRY

Well thanks, but I’m not really in the

market for that right now.

SETH

Tell me Harry, are you married or

happy?

Harry laughs at this remark. He finds it genuinely funny.

HARRY

Actually, I’ve been married for ten

years.

SETH

Oh yeah? Six years for me.

HARRY

They’re great, aren’t they?

SETH

Yeah, they sure are. So, are you

playing the market at all?

HARRY

Well I don’t know about playing. I do

own some blue chips. They were

actually wedding gifts from our friends

in New York.

SETH

Well, I’m calling to tell you about an

explosive situation we have going on

right now. A pharmaceutical company,

Farrow Tech has a drug called Parattin

in the third stage of FDA approval.

HARRY

What does it do?

SETH

Good question, Harry. Good question.

This is the best part. It helps

premature babies develop properly.

HARRY

Sound like a great drug.

SETH

It is. Tell me, those Blue Chips you

own, what have they done for you since

you got married?

HARRY

Not much really.

SETH

Well you see, we deal in stocks that

really move.

ADAM

Oh yeah, they really move.

Seth kicks his chair hard enough to send him rolling.

SETH

I would love to show you what I mean

and I can do so on a relatively small

investment.

HARRY

I really can’t buy anything right now,

Seth. My wife and I are buying a house

this month and we’re saving every last

penny.

SETH

Look, I don’t care how much stock you

pick up. I just want you to test me

out. Harry, I want you to judge me on

the percentages I show you. Obviously I

show you thirty or forty percent, no

matter how big or small your position

is you’re gonna get pretty excited

about my next idea, right?

HARRY

Well yeah.

SETH

Of course you would. You’d be handing

out my business cards, wouldn’t you?

Harry laughs.

SETH (CONT’D)

Pick up one hundred shares. It’s the

absolute firm minimum. Okay, if I show

you three or four points on the trade

it’s not going to make you rich. On

the same token, if the stock doesn’t go

anywhere you’re not out in front of

your store with a cup in your hand.

HARRY

(laughs)

No, that’s true.

SETH

(serious)

Look Harry, the truth is I could sell

you a lot more than one hundred shares

and feel completely comfortable about

the trade, but I’m asking you to start

small just to prove what I can do for

you.

HARRY

Alright.

SETH

Great! Should I send the confirmation

to your business or your home?

HARRY

Well I just have to talk to my wife

first. Then I’ll call you right back.

SETH

You don’t have to do that, Harry. And

I going to lunch in five minutes.

HARRY

No. I have to talk to her first.

SETH

I have to ask you something here,

Harry. You’re at work now, aren’t you?

HARRY

Yes.

SETH

Well what do you do, Harry?

HARRY

I’m the purchasing manager for a

gourmet foods company.

SETH

Does part of your job involve making

decisions?

HARRY

Well of course.

SETH

Alright, well when you make one of

these decisions do you call your wife

to ask her what you should do?

HARRY

(a little annoyed)

No, of course not. But that’s a little

bit…

SETH

Different? How? It’s your money, you

earned it. Besides, all you’re doing

is investing it. I’m not selling crack

here, Harry. I mean she’s only going

to be happy when she sees you’ve made a

wise investment for the family. Just

think of the flip side.

When your wife does the shopping does

she call you from Pathmark to ask you

if she can use the coupons for Captain

Crunch?

HARRY

Come on, that’s not fair.

SETH

I’m just trying to make a point here,

Harry. We’re not talking about a lot

of money. Just think what she’s going

to say when you bring her back a big

fat check because you had the foresight

to see a good thing coming.

HARRY

(long pause)

Alright, let’s try it.

CUT TO:

EXT. BOILER ROOM – DAY

A large van with tinted windows sits in an adjacent lot. A

cable runs from the rear of the van to a telephone pole.

CUT TO:

INT. VAN – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

Agent True sits in the van with headphones on. The van is

completely decked out in surveillance gears. True looks

slightly amazed. He slowly pulls the headphones off.

TRUE

This kid is really good. God, he’s

gonna go down hard.

FADE OUT.

INT. BOILER ROOM – NIGHT

Everyone in the firm is present tonight. They all face the

front of the room, waiting. Seth sits next to Chris.

SETH

So what’s the deal here?

CHRIS

Michael always addresses the firm when

there’s a new issue coming out. It’s

always good news. I heard we might be

taking a trip south after this meeting.

Seth looks at Chris for further explanation but Michael walks

up to the front of the room and it quickly quiets down.

MICHAEL

How’s everybody doing?

The room erupts into cheers at this simple question. Some

yell out Michael’s name. There is a strong energy in the

room.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)

Good to hear. First thing, I wanted to

congratulate you all on a huge month.

For any of you not yet convinced, these

were the top dogs for the month: Jim

Young — $280,000. Chris Varick –

$205,000. Greg Feinstein – $190,000.

The room again breaks into cheers. Greg and Chris gets pats

on the shoulder. Seth looks at Chris in awe.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)

This month is going to be bigger. It’s

actually going to be the biggest month

we’ve ever had. We’ve got a new issue

I want to talk to you about. It’s

called Med Patent. They’ve just

designed the world’s first retractable

syringe. This means that doctors and

nurses will never again have to worry

about infection from dirty needles.

This is not going to be an alternative

in the medical world, it’s going to be

the standard. We all know we’re here

to make money, but if we can do

something good like this, then all the

better. So I want you all to go out

and buy yourselves a new car, or a

house. Whatever you want. Go into

debt. You will make a million inside

of six months.

The place goes wild.

MICHAEL (CONT’D)

Now, onto matters of recreation. We’re

taking a class trip tonight so call the

ladies and tell them not to wait up.

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

Everyone walks out the front doors of JT Marlin to find six

luxury buses waiting in the parking lot.

FADE OUT.

INT. HALLWAY – SUITE 418 – NIGHT

Fade up on Seth walking down a hall towards the suite. He

passes the half open door and sees a prostitute smoking a

cigarette in between “shifts”.

TODD

Hey Seth, you want some of this? Just

get in line, bro.

SETH

Nah, that’s alright. I’m gonna go hit

the tables.

TODD

(laughing)

Fuckin’ fag.

SETH

That’s me. Can’t get enough dick.

FADE OUT.

EXT. STREET – MORNING

Seth drives down a rundown street in Red Hook, Brooklyn. He

gets out of the car by an obviously abandoned building. He

walks up to a window and wipes off the dust. It’s empty.

He turns to leave when he notices a decrepit sign against the

wall. He bends down to read the faded name — MED PATENT.

FADE OUT.

EXT. PIER OVERLOOKING MANHATTAN – NIGHT

Seth and Debbie sit staring at the skyline. Debbie really

feels for him. We see that here.

DEBBIE

What’s wrong, baby?

SETH

(sighs)

What’s wrong? Everything, it feels

like. Not you, but everything else.

DEBBIE

What is it?

SETH

Things aren’t right at work. I’m sick

of opening accounts for Greg.

DEBBIE

But you’re almost done, baby.

Debbie stares at him deeply.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

There’s something else. It’s your

father.

SETH

…Yeah, actually, it is. We’re

finally getting along. I mean we’re

having lunch next week on his request.

Do you know how happy that shit makes

me?!

DEBBIE

I do.

SETH

But it’s all based on this fucking job.

This very legitimate respectable job.

A job he can tell his friends about

during the Yom Kippur appeal. And it’s

all bullshit.

DEBBIE

Then you’ll quit. You’ll tell him what

was happening and he’ll respect you for

walking away.

SETH

I can’t do that! I’ve invested too

much time and energy.

Seth takes a deep breath here and stares at Debbie.

DEBBIE

Talk to me, Seth.

SETH

I figured out how Michael’s making his

money. I almost wish I hadn’t; because

it’s all illegal.

DEBBIE

It really is, huh? Well we knew it was

shady. So how’s he doing it?

SETH

It’s called bridge financing. It’s so

simple. A group of investors make a

loan to a private company. Let’s say

for three million. After the company

gets taken public they pay back a

million in cash and the other two they

pay back in common stock, but at the

IPO price. So the investors basically

get two million worth of IPO stock.

Then they can sell it on the open

market at triple what they bought it

for. Now that’s actually all legal as

long as the investors are not tied to

the brokerage house. But Michael’s

friends are the investors on every IPO

we do.

DEBBIE

That’s why all the names were the same

on the contracts.

SETH

Right. Then he has us push it all on

the open market. We’re selling

Michael’s shares. That’s where the two

dollar rips come in. He can afford to

pay us that much. He’s still in an

obscene profit margin. It’s to his

advantage to give us those rips. He

has to motivate us to push these

stocks. He depends on us to literally

create the market. It’s all artificial

demand. There’s no other firm selling

this shit. That’s why he’s always

telling us to go into debt. He wants

us hungry. Then as soon as we sell off

Michael’s position there’s no need to

maintain the inflated price anymore.

We stop pushing it and it crashes. And

get this. The last IPO, Med Patent,

it’s cardboard. No research and

development, no employees, not even a

fucking building. Annual reports are

all bullshit. Michael manufactures

them. Med Patent doesn’t exist.

DEBBIE

Jesus Christ, Seth. Now what?

SETH

Now? I don’t know. Maybe now I go do

it for myself.

FADE OUT.

INT. CASINO – NIGHT (LATER)

The casino is barely full. Seth stands there exhausted,

surveying the scene. Jeff walks over and hands Seth an

envelope. They exchange hellos but nothing more.

CUT TO:

INT. SETH’S ROOM – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

Seth reaches over to the monitor and switches it on. He

opens the envelope and empties about $5,000 onto the bed.

He looks very upset as he counts out the money finally

throwing it on the bed and then YELLING.

SETH

Jeff! Come on up here!

We see Jeff’s head snap up as he stares at Seth through the

monitor. He leaves the table as another dealer replaces him.

SETH (CONT’D)

What’s going on? One week I can

understand, but this is approaching

four months, and we’re down forty

percent from the last month I was here

full time.

JEFF

What the fuck do you want from me? I’m

not you, Seth. I’m not going to kill

myself for half the profit. You get to

come in here and just pick up your

money and it sucks.

SETH

What? It’s my business. I created it,

remember? You used to make ten dollars

an hour. Now you’re pulling in a

thousand a week. And you’re still not

happy? What the fuck is that? And you

still haven’t answered me as to why

profits are down this much. What’s

going on, Jeff?!

JEFF

Nothing, you can check the tapes.

SETH

For what? I didn’t say anything. You

skimming, Jeff?

JEFF

No I’m not. Look, we’ve been closing

earlier than usual and we’ve been

opening later. I can’t handle the

twenty-four hour gig anymore, Seth.

This isn’t Denny’s. I’m trying to

finish school here.

Seth breathes heavy. This is his real source of income.

SETH

Alright look, why don’t you take on

another partner and split your end

which I’ll up to sixty-five percent.

Then you can work at night and go to

school during the day.

JEFF

I’m already doing that.

SETH

(surprised)

You are?

JEFF

Yeah, I took Dave on last month.

SETH

And you still can’t handle it?

JEFF

No.

Seth looks off toward the wall and then…

SETH

Fuck!!

CUT TO:

INT. HARRY & SUSAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Harry is working on dinner. His two young children, MAX and

SARA, laugh at their father who makes funny faces at them.

Harry turns away and then turns back with two stalks of

asparagus coming out of his mouth like tusks. He mimics a

walrus for his children who laugh hysterically.

SARA

Daddy! You look ridiculous.

MAX

No, it’s funny, Dad. Keep going.

Max eats some asparagus while still smiling at his Dad.

MAX (CONT’D)

Hey Dad, my pee smells funny after I

eat this stuff.

SARA

Yeah, mine too!

Harry’s wife, SUSAN, walks in with the mail in her hands.

She’s 32, both plain and smart looking. She looks through

the mail while taking her coat off.

SUSAN

Okay guys, let’s settle down. You

really have a knack at stimulating

great conversation with the kids.

HARRY

Yeah, it’s a talent huh? I found out

that the new medical program includes

dental.

SUSAN

Are you serious? That’s great. You

hear this, kids? You’re going to get

to go to the dentist for free.

Both Sara and Max both grimace at the same time.

MAX

Great job, Dad.

Susan sees a piece of mail that catches her eye.

SUSAN

Harry, who’s JT Marlin?

HARRY

Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I

brought a little bit of stock.

Susan looks up.

SUSAN

What did you buy?

HARRY

Oh, it’s this great pharmaceutical

company that’s poised for a big jump.

They make this new drug that helps

premature babies survive their initial

three months. Isn’t that great?

SUSAN

How much did you buy?

HARRY

Nothing crazy, Susan. Just a hundred

shares.

SUSAN

At with price?

HARRY

Eight dollars. Take it easy hon.

Susan relaxes somewhat at this answer.

SUSAN

How did you even know who to call?

HARRY

Well actually, he called me.

SUSAN

Who did?

HARRY

Seth Davis. The broker. He’s a really

great guy. Family man actually.

SUSAN

How did he get your name?

HARRY

I have no idea.

SETH

Doesn’t that worry you?

HARRY

No, not particularly.

(abruptly)

Hey look, it’s okay!

Susan and the kids all detect this change in tone.

HARRY (CONT’D)

(calmly)

It’s a small investment and I’m just

testing this guy out. If he doesn’t

show us any gains on this trade then I

won’t do business with him again.

CUT TO:

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY

Seth kneels on the floor rolling dice with some other

brokers. He turns to see a kid sitting in the waiting room

staring at him just like he did months earlier.

Jim walks in and all of the brokers jump to find seats. Jim

drops his coat on the desk and starts right up.

JIM

This is gonna be a quick one, boys.

You passed your sevens over a month

ago, and yet no one has opened the

necessary forty accounts for their team

leader yet. Seth is the only one of

you that’s even close.

Seth looks at his hands. Doesn’t need to stick it to anyone.

JIM (CONT’D)

I did it in twenty-six days when I was

a junior broker. You’re not sending

out press packets anymore. None of

this Debbie the Time Life operator

shit. It’s time to go to work. Get on

the phones and be aggressive.

(uncovering his coffee)

I remember this guy once called me to

sell me some stock. I let him pitch

me. I got every fucking rebuttal out

of this guy. Kept him on the phone for

an hour and a half. Toward the end I

started asking him buying questions.

Like, what’s the firm minimum? That’s

a buying question. I ask a question

like that, he should take me down.

It’s not like I asked him what his 800

number was. That’s a fuck off

question. I was giving him a run but

he blew it. To a question like, What’s

the firm minimum the answer is zero!

You don’t like the idea, don’t pick up

a single share. This putz is telling

me…

(mocking)

…ummm, a hundred shares? Wrong

answer! You have to learn how to

close. Always be closing! You have to

push. Keep asking questions. Ask

rhetorical ones just to get a yes out

of them. If you were drowning and I

threw you a life jacket would you grab

it? Yes? Good. Pick up two hundred

shares, I won’t let you down. Ask a

guy if he’ll let you down.

Ask a guy if he’ll be happy to see

thirty to forty percent return. What’s

he gonna say? Fuck you, I don’t want

to see those returns?

Everybody laughs.

JIM (CONT’D)

Stop laughing, it’s not funny. If you

can’t close then start thinking about

another career. I’m serious. I am

dead serious about that. Have your

rebuttals ready. Anybody says call me

tomorrow, that’s bullshit! Anybody

says they got money problems about two

hundred shares is lying. You know what

I say to that? Tell me you don’t like

my idea, tell me you don’t like my

firm, tell me you don’t like my fucking

tie, but don’t tell me you can’t pull

twenty five hundred together. You hear

me, boys? There is no such thing as a

“no sale” call. A sale is made on

every call you make. You either sell

the client some stock or he sells you a

reason he can’t. Either way it’s a

sale. The question is, who’s gonna

close, you or him? Be relentless!

Alright, I’m done.

Jim walks out as suddenly as he came in. Seth ambles out of

the office. He has many things on his mind. He sees Chris.

CHRIS

How smooth is that motherfucker?

SETH

Too smooth.

Seth follows him to the back where he’s making a copy.

SETH (CONT’D)

So Chris, I’ve been reading the

contracts.

CHRIS

For the IPO’s?

(laughs)

I was just kidding. No one really

reads them.

SETH

Yeah, okay. Anyway the company we’re

selling now that makes that retractable

syringe…

CHRIS

Med Patent.

SETH

Right. Well, I was reading their

prospectus and… Well, they don’t fill

the minimum requirements to be taken

public.

CHRIS

Seth, you just started here. You can’t

possibly know what the fuck you’re

talking about. You didn’t even finish

college.

SETH

Listen to me. To float a stock , you

need at least two years worth of

audited financial statements. They

don’t have any.

CHRIS

Look Seth. I thought we already went

through this. You’re a good kid, and I

like you a lot, but this is bullshit.

Michael knows all about this stuff. We

don’t. He doesn’t tell you how to

trade, so don’t tell him how to do his

business. He’s the reason we make

bank, and he hasn’t steered us wrong,

ever.

SETH

Chris. I went to the address listed on

the prospectus. It’s an abandoned

building.

Chris grabs Seth and SHOVES him into a corner.

CHRIS

Listen to me, Seth, and listen good. I

will back you up against Greg or

anybody else that fucks with you. But

on this I am telling you to shut the

fuck up. You will not rock this boat.

Seth looks stunned and Chris realizes he may have gone a bit

overboard. He tries to reel things back in.

CHRIS (CONT’D)

Now how many more accounts do you owe

Greg?

SETH

Three.

CHRIS

So you’ll be out of Greg’s reach in a

couple of days. Knock them off and

you’re on your own. You’re gonna make

a lot of money after that. A lot of

money, Seth. Just don’t fuck it up now

’cause you’re pissed at Greg. Got it?

SETH

Yeah Chris. I got it.

They shake and Chris pulls him into a short, masculine hug.

CHRIS

You’re a good kid. Too fucking smart

though.

CUT TO:

EXT. BOILER ROOM – DAY (LATER)

It’s late afternoon as Seth walks out the front door. He

heads toward the building he saw Michael and the other guys

go into.

CUT TO:

INT. OFFICE BUILDING – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

The building is brand new and he wonders where to begin when

a JANITOR rounds the corner.

SETH

Hey, how you doing?

JANITOR

Fine, thanks.

SETH

I’m trying to find the space that our

company just rented.

JANITOR

What’s the name of the company? We’ve

only rented out a couple of offices.

SETH

JT Marlin.

JAMES

Nope. No company by that name. You

sure you got the right building?

SETH

Yeah. Michael Brantley told me to come

by.

JANITOR

Michael. Big guy, maybe thirty years

old? Sharp dresser?

SETH

Yeah, that’s him.

JANITOR

Second floor. Suite 206. You can go

up and have a look.

SETH

It’s not locked.

JAMES

Nah. Just cheap phones in there,

that’s all.

Seth finds the suite and opens the door. He stops in

amazement. It’s the identical set up of JT Marlin’s floor.

The desks are all in and there are close to 400 phones in the

room. Nothing else. Suddenly he hears VOICES from around

the corner of the L-shaped room. He ducks behind a filing

cabinet. Michael and John Feiner come around the corner.

MICHAEL

Now if the heat does come and we have

to jump, how long will it take to move

the whole firm? I mean everything.

JOHN

Under two hours, literally. They’ll be

making calls that afternoon.

FADE OUT.

EXT. FEDERAL COURTHOUSE – DAY

Seth bounds up the front steps into the building.

INT. COURTROOM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

Seth quietly enters the courtroom. It’s almost full. The

guard instantly recognizes him and they shake hands.

Seth sits down in the back and watches his father sitting up

on the bench. Marty does not see him. Seth looks on in

wonder.

FADE OUT.

INT. GRAND DELI – DAY (LATER)

Seth and Marty are eating pastrami sandwiches.

MARTY

So what do you think of the suit?

SETH

(shocked)

You’re asking me?

MARTY

Sure. You’ve got good taste in

clothing.

SETH

Actually I like it a lot. I noticed it

earlier. Real departure for you

though.

MARTY

Not the usual stodgy old judge garb

huh?

SETH

No. You even nailed the tie.

MARTY

(smiles)

Even? Are you going to start investing

my money soon? I could use a better

return than Fidelity’s getting me.

SETH

I don’t know if I’m ready for that.

Too much pressure. Imagine if I lost

your retirement fund on some small-cap

stock. God, that would be funny.

MARTY

Yeah, hysterical.

They both laugh.

MARTY (CONT’D)

So what kind of stocks are you trading

these days?

SETH

(answers carefully)

Mostly tech and pharmaceuticals.

MARTY

You got any tips for me?

SETH

Dad. I didn’t know you had it in you.

MARTY

What? I never said I didn’t like to

make money. It’s the method I’ve

always been concerned about.

Marty looks at his son, smiling.

MARTY (CONT’D)

See Seth, we’re having lunch here like

real people. I told you we could get

to this.

SETH

(somber)

You did.

FADE OUT.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DAY

Debbie is answering incoming calls. She answers one call

after another until one call makes her FREEZE.

DEBBIE

JT Marlin, how may I direct your call?

TRUE

I think I’ll just talk to you.

DEBBIE

(extremely nervous)

Why are you calling me here? I told

you I would talk to you as soon as I

knew.

TRUE

Time’s running out, Deb. I need to

know what he’s doing. Serve him up.

DEBBIE

He hasn’t done anything wrong. There’

nothing I can tell you. Why don’t you

go after Feinstein or one of the other

guys? Seth’s a good kid.

TRUE

We want to nail those other guys.

We’re not interested in putting Seth

away. So if you care about him so much

then you better find something on him.

Your immunity deal won’t be on the

table forever.

I’m just thinking about your mother

that’s all. One of us has to.

True hangs up. Debbie’s badly shaken.

CUT TO:

INT. HARRY & SUSAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Harry sits in the living room looking at the Wall Street

Journal. He’s nervous. He keeps looking toward the door

like an adolescent with a porn magazine.

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – MORNING

Seth is on the phone closing his 40th and final account as a

junior broker. We are very TIGHT ON Seth.

SETH

The only problem you’re going to have

is that I didn’t come down there an

twist your arm to buy a thousand

shares. You simply have no idea what

you’ve tapped into here today. That’s

right. My secretary will take all your

information. I have to hop. Bye.

Seth pushes the hold button and we pull out to see that the

whole table was listening in. Chris looks proud.

SETH (CONT’D)

Make it so, Sheryl.

(then yelling)

Yes! Finally! My first whale and my

first account. My book baby!

Greg calls out from the head of the table.

GREG

Hey Seth, hate to bust in on your

little victory speech, but that’s your

fortieth account.

SETH

Right. So it’s mine. I’m out of the

junior broker program. I don’t work

for you No Mo’!

GREG

Well you’re out, but that account’s

mine.

SETH

Fuck that. I keep the fortieth.

GREG

No you don’t.

Seth looks around to see everyone going back to their seats.

SETH

Is this about Debbie? Are you that

bitter? I have made you a lot of money

over the last three months, more than

any other trainee.

GREG

Sorry Seth. I couldn’t do it if I

wanted to. It’s the rules.

CHRIS

Hey, come on, Greg. You can bend the

rules. I gave my guys…

GREG

Get the fuck out of here, Chris.

Greg gets up and walks toward Seth.

CHRIS

Not yourself these days, man. Not

yourself.

SETH

Fuck you, Greg.

Greg moves very quickly toward Seth who doesn’t react quick

enough. Greg SHOVES him hard enough to send him sprawling.

GREG

You’re on my team, I’m not on yours.

Try to remember that bitch.

CUT TO:

EXT. PROSPECT PARK – DAY

Seth is waiting near a fountain. He looks around nervously.

A black man approaches, pushing a baby carriage. He is

dressed in hip-hop styled clothing. Seth looks at the man as

he passes and then turns to catch a glimpse of the baby.

Instead, he sees a huge boom-box in the carriage.

Marty emerges behind him. He looks irate.

SETH

Dad?

MARTY

(icy, controlled)

I spoke to Howard Goldberg over at

Prudential. You lied again you

unbelievable piece… You lied to all

of us. He told me all about JT Marlin.

A chop shop. You’ve been selling their

shit all this time. How many people

have you fucked over so far, Seth?

Huh? How many?

Seth does not answer.

MARTY (CONT’D)

All that bullshit about them wanting to

know you how the business works. The

great training program. Profits you’ve

heard for your customers! Did you make

them anything? Just tell me, did you

make them any money?

SETH

No. Not a penny.

MARTY

I’m done with you, Seth. This is it.

You’re out of our lives. I don’t want

to see you again. Don’t come by the

house, don’t call. This is worse than

the casino. You’ve been stealing here.

SETH

I was gonna tell you, Dad. I was just

waiting for the right time.

Marty turns and walks away.

SETH (CONT’D)

Dad!

CUT TO:

INT. HARRY & SUSAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

They’re fighting. Max and Sara are sitting on the floor in

the hallway outside their bedroom. They’re scared.

HARRY

You think I want to live in this

apartment the rest of my life?!

SUSAN

Sometimes I wonder.

HARRY

Oh please! I’m the one who got the

raise, Susan, try and remember that.

I’m the one that goes out every day and

supports this family.

SUSAN

You can’t keep using that shit, Harry.

I’ve told you a million times I have no

problem going out and getting a job to

help pitch in, but you forbid it. Then

you go and use it against me.

HARRY

Look Susan, we’re going to buy the

house. I promise. We will get the

house. Just get off my back!

CUT TO:

INT. FBI ECONOMIC CRIMES UNIT – DAY

Agent True is in the director’s office once again.

DIRECTOR

Listen to me. I want him brought in

here. You’ve already got a strong

case. He’ll turn states.

TRUE

What do we have on him? Manipulative

trading tactics? What can we threaten

him with, license revocation? He’ll

never go for it. We need more. I know

he’s up to something. I can feel it.

DIRECTOR

I can’t afford to leave him out there

any longer. This girlfriend of his may

have already tipped him off. He could

run at any time.

TRUE

She hasn’t, sir.

DIRECTOR

How could you possibly know that? And

if you’re right, and she’s so loyal to

you, then why hasn’t she given us any

information yet? I want Davis brought

in by the end of the week. Period.

TRUE

Fine.

True storms out of the office.

CUT TO:

INT. OFFICE BUILDING – DAY

Debbie is sitting in a reception area filling out a job

application for a temp agency. A woman is sitting next to

her. Debbie look completely morose.

WOMAN

How many words can you type a minute?

CUT TO:

INT. COURTHOUSE – DAY (SAME TIME)

The guard Seth knows unlocks a judge’s chambers for him.

Seth goes into the private chamber and puts his bag down on

the leather sofa. Huge bookcases, mahogany desk. Judge

stuff.

Seth looks at a photo resting on the desk. It’s a picture of

Seth on the Mongoose. His father is standing next to him

smiling broadly. It’s the day his father bought him the

bike.

Seth looks as emotional as we have ever seen him. Marty

comes in through another door, startled to see Seth there.

MARTY

What are you doing here? I thought I

told you I didn’t want to see you

again.

SETH

I need to talk to you.

MARTY

Get out.

SETH

Dad, I really need to talk.

MARTY

What is it?!

SETH

I want out of the firm.

MARTY

Great. So leave. I don’t really care

what you do anymore. But your coming

here is unacceptable. You want to cost

me my judgeship? I can’t have any

connection to you.

SETH

You know how you asked me to invest for

you? Well I’ve got something. It’s a

sure thing.

MARTY

You’ve got to be kidding me, Seth. Get

out.

SETH

I’m talking about making you half a

million on the next new issue. And

it’s safe.

MARTY

Seth, listen.

SETH

I play you off as a whale by having you

go in on a couple of big trades that JT

Marlin tells you to invest in. You

know, prove your loyalty. Figure

you’ll drop $50,000.

MARTY

Are you fucking nuts?

SETH

Just listen to me. After you drop the

fifty they’ll have faith in you as a

customer. When the next IPO comes out

you’ll get a huge chunk for being so

loyal. Then instead of holding onto it

until Michael can sell off all of the

common stock, you dump it the same day.

We’ll make a fortune and the stock will

immediately collapse. That should

raise enough red flags for the SEC to

come in and close shop within a week.

We walk rich and JT goes down.

MARTY

I can’t believe we’re having this

conversation.

SETH

This is the way I want to get out.

MARTY

Tough shit, Seth! You better walk

right now before you’re the one the SEC

comes after.

SETH

But this way I can leave and give them

a taste of their own medicine.

Marty is just staring at his son. He looks dumbstruck.

MARTY

I don’t understand you. I really

don’t. You think I’m going to help you

commit a crime?

SETH

A crime? You don’t like these people

any more than I do. The whole firm is

crooked. We’re serving justice. And

who are we committing a crime against?

MARTY

This is bullshit rhetoric. What’s this

all about? Do I have to play on your

terms? An act of faith? Is that it?

SETH

I just wanted to do this with someone I

trusted, that’s all. I’m getting out

like you told me to.

MARTY

I can’t do it, Seth. It’s illegal!

Seth gets up, walks to the desk and picks up the phot.

SETH

You remember this day?

MARTY

Of course. I bought you that bike.

SETH

Do you remember what happened about a

month after this?

MARTY

What do you want from me, Seth?

SETH

Do you remember when I broke my leg?

MARTY

(snaps)

Of course I remember! You were

hysterical. I had to get you to stop.

SETH

Hysterical? You mean like you are

right now? I wasn’t even crying, Dad.

MARTY

Get out of here.

SETH

Sorry I couldn’t get the job you wanted

me to have. But you know what, who

gives a shit? I’m good at what I do.

The casino was a business!! A

legitimate business! And I ran it

pretty fucking well, Dad. To think I

closed it for you.

MARTY

(shocked)

You closed it?

SETH

Then I went after this job because I

thought it was what you wanted me to be

doing. I didn’t know they were a

fucking chop-shop when I went there.

(laughs sadly)

It’s like I can’t get away from it.

But I tried to make the changes you

told me to. I did everything you said.

I’m leaving JT now. I’m just asking

you to do this one thing with me. Just

this one last thing.

Marty really considers him, perhaps for the first time.

MARTY

I’m sorry, Seth. I can’t do it.

SETH

Fine, I’ll find someone else.

Seth gets up and walks out.

CUT TO:

INT. DEBBIE’S APARTMENT – MORNING

Seth is in Debbie’s living room with her. They are

whispering.

DEBBIE

What are you gonna do now?

SETH

I’m still gonna do it. I have this

friend who may go in with me. Till

then I’m gonna make as much money as I

can at the firm. I don’t care who gets

fucked anymore. My father can go to

hell!

DEBBIE

Seth please, my mom.

SETH

Sorry.

DEBBIE

I don’t think this is a good idea. Why

don’t you just quit?

SETH

No. I told you. I’ve invested too

much time. And I have no fucking money

coming in anymore because Jeff tanked

my gold mine. I need this.

DEBBIE

How about finding a position at a real

brokerage house? You’re a great broker

now. I’m sure you could easily get a

job.

SETH

Doing what? Ticket running? Coming

from JT Marlin you think they’re going

to let me trade for them? There’s no

way.

Seth looks up at the ceiling.

SETH (CONT’D)

Why are you so against this anyway?

What do you care if I pull this off?

It’ll be great for both of us.

DEBBIE

I just have a bad feeling about it.

SETH

You know what, I gotta go.

DEBBIE

Where are you going? Seth, wait. I

need to talk to…

SETH

(dazed)

I have to go figure this all out.

Seth gets up and leaves.

DEBBIE

Seth.

He walks out. Debbie pauses at the door, wanting to run

after him, to TELL HIM! She cries. Her mother’s call makes

the decision for her. She locks up and walks toward her

mother.

There’s a KNOCK back at the door and she runs toward it.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

(while unlocking)

Baby, I’m so sorry. I need to tell you

something I’ve been keeping in for…

She opens the door to Agent True and literally JUMPS from

fear.

True walks in without being invited.

TRUE

Why don’t you do that. Why don’t you

tell me something.

DEBBIE

(almost hysterical)

Be quiet, my mother’s finally sleeping.

They walk to the living room.

TRUE

What’s he doing?

DEBBIE

Nothing. He’s doing nothing. But I

found out how Michael operates the

whole thing. Let me give you that.

TRUE

Honestly, you’re a shitty witness.

Black secretaries are not as credible

as white stock brokers. It’s a fucked

up legal system. We need Seth to

testify, not you. Now what the fuck is

he up to?

DEBBIE

He hasn’t said a word to me.

True stares at her hard when…

TRUE

You’re a smart girl, Debbie. Why are

you doing this to me?

DEBBIE

What?

TRUE

Normally, we could play this game for a

bit, but this is just such a bad time

to fuck with me!

DEBBIE

What do you want me to tell you?

TRUE

You want me to go wake Mom? Maybe if we

all sit down and talk about things we

can figure out a way to have someone

come and give her her medication while

you’re upstate.

DEBBIE

Fuck you.

TRUE

Give him up!!

Debbie finally loses it. She begins to sob.

DEBBIE

Alright.

TRUE

Go ahead! What’s he doing?

MOTHER (O.S.)

Debbie, are you okay?

TRUE

Are you?

DEBBIE

He’s going in with a friend on an IPO

scam this week. It’s on the new issue.

I better get immunity you piece of

shit.

TRUE

Keep talking to me like that. That’s

your best bet.

CUT TO:

EXT. HARRY & SUSAN’S APARTMENT – DAY

Harry is outside raking leaves when he hears the phone ring.

Susan looks up at him because he seems so jumpy.

SUSAN

I’ll get it.

HARRY

No!

(calmer)

I mean, I’ll get it.

Susan looks at him nervously as he runs into the house.

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – DAY (SAME TIME)

The firm is going nuts. An IPO from last week, Farrow Tech,

just had its rip bumped to $2. It’s a big money day.

ADAM

You do not look like you are fucking

around today.

SETH

That is because I am not fucking

around. I am making bank today and I

do not care who the fuck I take it

from.

CUT TO:

EXT. HARRY & SUSAN’S APARTMENT – DAY

Harry, out of breath, reaches the phone on the fourth ring.

HARRY

Hello?

SETH

Hi Harry.

HARRY

Seth! Did you get my calls?

SETH

Yes Harry, it’s just been crazy here.

HARRY

What the hell’s happening with Farrow

Tech, it’s dropped five points since I

bought it. I wanna sell.

SETH

Sell now? The stock is down! You

don’t make money in the market buying

high and selling low, Harry.

HARRY

So what’s going on? Tell me why we

shouldn’t just get out now.

SETH

Alright, here’s the deal. I told you

things would happen within sixty days,

it’s only twenty so far, but the

situation here is explosive and I

wanted to get you involved. That’s why

I haven’t returned any calls. I’ve

been gathering information all morning.

So here it is: The stock’s down for

tech reasons. It’s been on the

restricted list all week. But it’s the

same company. As a matter of fact,

while it was on the restricted list,

Farrow was doing nothing but signing

more contracts. I’m telling you it’s

looking like our next big one here.

Hold on a second, Harry.

Seth pushes hold. Jim Young has walked in front of the board

and begins to speak to the firm.

JIM

Just got word from Michael. The rip on

Farrow Tech is now three dollars.

The place explodes. Seth gets back on the phone.

SETH

Listen to this, Harry.

Seth holds the phone out toward the chaos.

HARRY

Jesus Christ, what’s going on over

there?

SETH

See what I’m saying? People know. The

place is going nuts. It’s already up a

point and its just coming off the

restricted list. I’m advising all my

clients to get in on this, and heavy.

Hold on a second, let me close the door

to my office.

Seth holds the phone next to the open drawer of his desk, and

then slams it shut. He then clambers under his desk for some

quiet.

SETH (CONT’D)

Alright, now you get the same stock

that we picked up at eight, only now

it’s at four. Now, when it was at

eight I told you it was going to

twenty, right?

HARRY

You did.

SETH

Right, and it’s still going there,

probably even higher now. This doesn’t

change anything except that you’re

going to make more money than you did

before. Look Harry, I liked it at

eight, I love it at four. It’s an

average down for you.

HARRY

What?

SETH

Dollar cost averaging. If you own a

hundred shares at ten dollars and now

you buy another one hundred at five,

that’s a F200 shares at $7.50 a share.

Your cost basis is lower. Now if I get

you involved at ten and take you out at

fifteen, you’ve made how many points

Harry?

HARRY

Five.

SETH

Exactly. But if I get you involved at

seven and a half and I take you out at

fifteen, well that’s seven and a half

points, that’s even better.

HARRY

(shaky, but turning toward

Seth)

I don’t know.

SETH

I also have a bullet on it. A couple

of days ago Dan Dorfman, on CNBC, put a

heavy buy recommendation on Farrow

Tech. Reason being, he’s been in

contact with the CEO of the company and

they feel FDA approval will happen in

the next three or four weeks.

(gaining speed)

Listen to me. Off the record, I just

called a broker friend of mine at

another firm and had him pick me up

fifty thousand shares under my sister-

in-law’s name. I’m going to put all my

kids through college with this stock.

Look, I have a thousand more phone

calls to make, Harry. I have to call

every one of my clients and give them

this same opportunity. Remember when

we first spoke? I told you that this

firm only had five or six great ideas a

year! Well, Harry, this is one of

those ideas.

Seth awkwardly reaches up for his glass of water on the desk

spilling it all over himself. He doesn’t make a sound.

SETH (CONT’D)

I remember you saying something about

buying a house, right?

HARRY

Yeah.

SETH

Well, how’d you like to pay for it

tomorrow… in cash?

HARRY

You’re serious.

SETH

Serious as cancer.

HARRY

All I’ve got is the fifty thousand from

our savings.

SHERYL

Seth, you’ve got a call on line three.

SETH

That’s my secretary. I gotta go. I

have a lot of clients I need to make

money for today. What’s it gonna be,

Harry?

CUT TO:

INT. SETH’S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Seth is on the phone.

SETH

I thought you were coming over tonight?

DEBBIE

I can’t make it. I’m not feeling well.

SETH

Come over. I’ll take care of you.

DEBBIE

No. I’m going to just stay here.

SETH

Alright, then I’ll come over there.

I’ll bring you some soup.

DEBBIE

No. Don’t. Mom’s not doing too well

either.

SETH

Oh shit. I’m sorry.

DEBBIE

It’s stressing me out a bit. I’ll talk

to you tomorrow.

CUT TO:

INT. MARTY’S HOUSE – DEN – NIGHT

Marty sits in his den going over the mail. He hears his wife

on the phone with Seth in the next room.

MOTHER (O.S.)

I know, Seth. But you really went too

far this time. I thought we were past

the lying. Well then when you figured

it out you should have said something.

I understand that. It’s trues, he

definitely hasn’t helped any.

INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

Marty stands at the doorway listening to his wife. She has

her back to him and does not hear him walk up.

MOTHER

Of course he’s upset. You guys are

going to work through it though. I’m

sure of it. He loves you, Seth. Do

you know that? It’s important that you

know that. Okay. Bye.

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM – MORNING

The pitch is wild again today. Everybody’s on the phone.

GREG

We’re not fucking around today, guys.

I’m sure you all know that we’re going

to be getting a lot of heat for what

Farrow Tech did yesterday, so be smart

on the phone. Calm them down. I don’t

want people dumping their shares.

SHERYL

Adam! I got a Mr. Klastow, he’s super

hot.

ADAM

Mr. Klastow?

We immediately hear the man screaming through the phone.

ADAM (CONT’D)

Right. I understand. Right. I’m

sorry. We couldn’t foresee this when

we… Right. Okay. I’ll do it right

now.

Adam pulls out a sell ticket and quickly fills it out. He

then takes it to Greg to be signed.

GREG

(enraged)

What the fuck is this? You think I’m

gonna sign a sell ticket for you? What

did I just say?

Greg takes the slip and rips it up in front of him.

GREG (CONT’D)

Call him back and explain the situation

to him!

(to everyone)

No one’s gonna unload today, no one!

Adam goes back to his seat badly shaken. The whole team

looks on in disbelief. You can’t just rip up a sell ticket.

SHERYL

Seth. Line three.

Seth pushes the blinking light, still dazed.

SETH

Seth Davis here.

MARTY

Hi Seth, how are you?

He hears his dad’s voice and snaps to.

SETH

Dad!

MARTY

Can I change your mind about doing this

IPO scheme?

SETH

No. I’m sorry. I already found

someone who’s going in with me.

MARTY

Well then I’m going to help you out

with it.

SETH

You’re gonna do it with me?!

MARTY

No, I can’t do it, Seth, but I want to

at least make sure you don’t get

caught. I have someone I know over at

the Parthenon Group that will talk to

you about it. Come over to the house

tonight.

SETH

Thanks, Dad. I’m so glad you called.

MARTY

Yeah. Bye.

Sheryl’s answers another incoming call for Seth. It’s a

fire.

SHERYL

Seth, I’ve got a Harry Reynard on the

phone.

SETH

Pass him on. Harry, I was going to

call you today.

HARRY

(desperate)

I want my money back.

SETH

Look, I know you’re pissed, Harry, they

had a setback. But don’t worry about

it, it’s become a goal stock. I plan

to bring you eight or nine points over

the course of this year. People are

talking about it like it’s the next

Microsoft.

HARRY

(almost crying)

Listen Seth, I’m in a heap of trouble

here. I need that money back. I was

supposed to use it for a down payment

on a house for my family. We’re going

to lose the house now.

SETH

Harry, listen, it’s going to rebound.

HARRY

(screaming)

Seth!! I need the money back!!!

SETH

I’m sorry. I can’t do that. I have to

go.

Seth hangs up the phone. He looks very disturbed.

SETH (CONT’D)

If he calls back, I’m not here.

CUT TO:

INT. HARRY’S OFFICE – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

Harry looks to make sure his co-workers did not hear this

exchange. His supervisor walks in as the phone begins to

RING.

SUPERVISOR

Harry, do you have that status report

ready?

HARRY

Yes Michelle. I’ll bring it right

over.

SUPERVISOR

I also wanted to ask you about…

SHERYL (O.S.)

JT Marlin.

HARRY

(curt)

I’ll talk to you after I finish with

this call.

Harry turns his head away from her before she can even reply.

SUSAN

OOOkay.

HARRY

Seth Davis.

SHERYL

May I ask who’s calling.

HARRY

It’s Harry Reynard!

SHERYL

I’m sorry, Mr. Reynard, but Mr. Davis

just stepped out for a meeting.

HARRY

God…

(slamming the phone)

…Damn it!!

He looks around his cubicle, sees the photo of his family on

his desk, and begins to cry.

FADE OUT.

INT. RESTAURANT – DAY

Seth is sitting having lunch with Debbie. He looks very

upset.

SETH

Are you gonna talk to me?

DEBBIE

I don’t know what to tell you, Seth. I

mean think about it. If you pull off

this IPO deal and I’m associated with

you, what do you think is gonna happen

do me?

SETH

They won’t be able to prove anything.

DEBBIE

Who says they have to? I’m gonna lose

my job unless I put some distance

between us now.

The front door opens as Agent True, with three other FBI

agents, walk straight toward Seth’s table. Debbie is facing

the door and sees them immediately. Her face goes pale.

SETH

What’s wrong?

They stop at the table.

TRUE

Seth Davis, you’re under arrest for the

violation of 26 SEC and NASD

regulations.

DEBBIE

(trying to be genuine)

What are you doing? What’s this all

about? Seth, I’ll get you out of this.

SETH

Just don’t call my father.

TRUE

Sit down, Debbie.

Seth hears him call her name. He looks at her as he’s

cuffed. He looks as scared and hurt as a man can feel

without crying.

CUT TO:

INT. HARRY & SUSAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Harry stands against a wall, sweating heavily. He looks

completely disheveled. His expression is one of

anticipation.

A plate flies across the room, SHATTERING on the wall. Harry

cringes, sinking into a fetal position on the floor. He

CRIES.

Susan walks across the floor toward him. Max & Sara’s crying

now permeates the apartment. She stands over him.

SUSAN

How could you be so stupid!?

Max and Sara stand in the doorway watching in tears.

SUSAN (CONT’D)

What were you thinking, Harry? The

kids, the house, our future!!

HARRY

(crying)

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

Susan leans against the wall, then slinks down next to him

and begins to sob. Harry reaches over to console her. She

backhands him hard across the side of his head, sending his

glasses FLYING and him cowering back. They both cry.

CUT TO:

INT. FBI ECONOMIC CRIMES UNIT – NIGHT (SAME TIME)

Seth is brought in through the side door and led to a small

interrogation room. He walks in to see MARTY at a table.

SETH

(screaming)

Why did you bring him in? He didn’t do

anything!

MARTY

What the fuck is going on, Seth? Did

you talk to them about me?

SETH

What??!! Of course not. Why is he

here!?

MARTY

You sure, Seth?

SETH

Of course I’m sure. Not a word.

MARTY

(to Agent True)

That’s it. I’m walking out of here in

three seconds unless you charge me with

something.

Agent True reaches over to a tape recorder and pushes play.

It’s a recording of Marty’s earlier conversation with Seth.

MARTY (V.O.)

Can I change your mind about doing this

IPO scheme?… Then I’m going to help

you out with it… I want to at least

make sure you don’t get caught.

MARTY (CONT’D)

Jesus Christ.

CUT TO:

INT. HARRY & SUSAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT (LATER)

Harry is sitting on the floor of the living room as his wife

LEAVES with the kids. He is crying again.

CUT TO:

INT. HARRY’S GARAGE – NIGHT (LATER)

Harry is in the corner of the garage. He has a small black

case in front of him. He opens it to reveal a .9mm handgun.

He loads the gun back and places it back in its case. He’s

wearing his best suit.

CUT TO:

INT. FBI ECONOMIC CRIMES UNIT – NIGHT

SETH

So what do you want from me?

TRUE

We want you to testify.

SETH

No whit. What are you offering?

TRUE

Full immunity.

SETH

What about my father?

TRUE

He won’t do any time.

MARTY

I haven’t done anything illegal, Seth.

SETH

So what’s the deal.

MARTY

I lose my judgeship just going along

for the ride.

TRUE

I’ve got nothing to do with that.

MARTY

Sure you do. You’re gonna release that

tape to the press. Makes your case so

much more glamorous with the

involvement of a Federal judge.

SETH

No deal.

TRUE

What?

SETH

Take my father out the back door right

now and bring him home. He has nothing

to do with this case at all. If his

name shows up in one newspaper, I don’t

testify. And I mean that. For me,

it’d be worth going to jail for.

TRUE

You’re serious?

SETH

What do you think?

TRUE

I think you’re nuts. You want to do it

that way? Fine. Then no immunity for

you, pal. I need one of you to face

the music.

MARTY

Seth, don’t be stupid. He’s right. I

won’t see a day in jail. They’ll get

you for at least four years.

SETH

I don’t care. Go home, Dad.

TRUE

Alright, alright, alright. Before we

start dealing here, just what are you

offering?

SETH

I’m gonna hand you this case on a

silver fucking platter. I know

everything you don’t. I know how it

all works. How Michael makes his

money, where it goes, and who’s getting

it. Now what happens tomorrow?

TRUE

You go back to work tomorrow like

nothing happened. Just for one day. I

need your client book and your whole C-

drive backed up onto floppy. But don’t

get any stupid inclinations to travel

abroad. We know where your father

lives. You’re going away, kid.

SETH

Yeah. You mentioned that earlier.

TRUE

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you little

fuck.

Agent True walks over to take Seth away.

MARTY

(to True)

Give me a couple of minutes with him,

would you?

Agent True just nods and walks out.

SETH

I’m sorry, Dad. I am so fucking sorry.

I didn’t mean to do this to you.

MARTY

Shhhh. Let me speak.

Marty takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

MARTY (CONT’D)

When I came up to you behind that car,

it was the hardest thing I ever had to

bear. I just wanted to make your pain

disappear. I don’t even know how to

describe the feeling. But I want you

to know something.

He begins to cry. Seth has never seen him cry before.

MARTY (CONT’D)

Not a single day of my life has gone by

where I do not think about that moment,

where I do not dream I was there for

one more chance. If I could take back

just one thing in my life, Seth, do one

thing over… I am more sorry than you

will ever know.

Seth leans across and they embrace tightly.

FADE OUT.

INT. BOILER ROOM – DAY

Seth is on the phone though not fired up as usual. He looks

very nervous and continually checks the time.

SHERYL

Seth, line two.

SETH

Hello?

TRUE

Get going.

Seth hears a click before he can even say okay. He hang up

the phone, stands up, and addresses the table.

SETH

I’m going to lunch, boys.

TABLE

See you, Seth.

Seth stops by Chris and drops a note on his desk. He’s on

the phone while he reads the letter. He stares at Seth

leaving the room. After a moment of thought, he too begins

to pack.

We follow Seth out to the reception room where Debbie watches

him approach. Seth looks at her, but says nothing.

DEBBIE

Seth?

CUT TO:

EXT. BOILER ROOM – DAY (CONTINUOUS)

Seth comes out of the building and heads to his car. As soon

as he begins to cross the lot he notices a man coming toward

him. It is HARRY. There are walking right towards one

another.

Harry accidentally drops his briefcase. The contents spill

onto the floor. Seth bends over to help. He nervously looks

around as he helps Harry, waiting for the Feds to show. Seth

unknowingly picks up the gun case and hands it to Harry.

Harry is very gracious.

HARRY

Thank you so much.

SETH

(smiling genuinely)

No problem.

CUT TO BLACK.

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