I read this article a while back...
that said Microsoft employs more millionaire secretaries...
than any other company in the world.
They took stock options over Christmas bonuses.
It was a good move.
I remember there was this photograph of one of the groundskeepers...
next to his Ferrari.
Blew my mind.
You see shit like that, and it just plants seeds...
makes you think itīs possible, even easy.
And then you turn on the TV, and thereīs just more of it.
The $87 million dollar lottery winner.
That kidactor that just made 20 million on his last movie.
That lnternet stock that shot through the roof.
You couldīve made millions on it if youīd just got in early.
And thatīs exactly what I wanted to do..get in.
I didnīt want to be an innovator. I just wanted to make the quick, easy buck.
I just wanted in.
Notorious B.I. G. said it best..
"Either youīre slinging crack rock, or you got a wicked jump shot."
Nobody wants to work for it anymore.
Thereīs no honorin taking that after-schooljob at Mickey Dīs.
Honorīs in the dollar, kid.
So I went the white-boy way of slinging crack rock.
I became a stockbroker.
- Get off! - Two hundred!
Put your money back down! Yo! Put your money back down!
So l got in at this firm, J. T. Marlin...
owned by this guy Michael Brantley...
a salesman among salesmen.
Mr. Brantley!
- Mr. Brantley! Welcome! How are you? - How you gonna handle these guys?
- Theyīre great. - You think you can handle this or what?
- I think so. We can handle it. - You can handle it?
A double scotch on the rocks.
Holy shit, yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
Thatīs the jockey from Venezuela. Heīs a sicko. He weighs like 48 pounds.
119, but youīre close, slut.
Whatever. Give me three-to-one on that skinny little nigger.
Richie, Richie. Do me a favor, will you?
Just for, like, ten minutes. Just give it a rest.
Yo, homes, I need some "chocaine." I need some motherfuckinī nose candy.
I need some cizzi up my nizzi...
īcause I need to get high like a motherfucker.
Know what līm sayinī? So give me some of that nose candy.
Bring that table over here.
Everybody quiet down for a second. All right. Hold on.
Thanks. I wanted to let you know those pikers at the N.A.S.D. are off our ass.
- Fuckinī retard. - Fuck you. Iīm on vacation.
Bear Stearns can call the S.E.C. They canīt find any dirt on us.
J.T. Marlin, once again, has unlimited trading authorization.
I told you guys. You canīt keep a good man down!
Weīre superstars now.
J.P. Morgan just faxed over their congratulations...
and said, "Welcome to the club."
This also means those teams headed by Todd and Richie...
who were good enough to give up their rep numbers--
They can stop cold calling and start trading again.
Welcome back!
And just to show you how appreciative I am...
thereīs a little something extra.
Tell me about it, baby, tell me!
I want you guys to go up to suite 41 8.
I handpicked them myself.
Weīre players now, boys! Letīs celebrate. Salute!
Donīt touch the cards. Donīt touch the cards.
- Fourteen. - Hit me.
Come on, Mike. I told you you gotta hit the table. Sixteen.
Hit me.
And bust. Sorry about that.
Fuck! Canīt win a fuckinī hand tonight!
Hey, Steve? Come here for a second.
You thirsty? I donīt care.
Go take my car and get Mike a Coke and a falafel. You hungry?
Yeah. Yeah. Sure. Why not?
- And dealer busts. - Yeah!
What the fuck are you so happy about?
Whoa, take it easy.
Roller coaster. Ups and downs. You know that.
All right. Place your bets.
I was living in Kew Gardens Hills, running my biz...
giving the Queens College kids something to do between classes.
- See you guys. - Fuck you.
- Okay. Iīll see you tomorrow. - I was doing well.
Itīs strange to think how that knock changed everything.
Everything. Hey, donīt get me wrong here.
No, no. I got it.
I donīt believe in fate. I believe in odds.
- Heīs not gonna let you in. - Why not?
īCause he doesnīt know who you are. Heīll think youīre a cop.
So what? I got a bankroll thatīll choke a hippo. Letīs just see.
- Who are you? - Whatīs up?
- Itīs my boy, Greg. Oh, shit! - What are you doinī? Come in.
Whatīs goinī on? Come here, crazy. What are you doinī?
Howīre you doinī? Come in. Come in.
Oh, shit. Wait. Is that your new ride?
- Him. - Nice.
- Hi. Seth. - Hey. Greg.
Nice to meet you.
- We thought we were done for the night. - Too late to get a couple hands in?
No, no, no. 24-7.
Hey, Steve, could you get us a couple of sandwiches?
- All right. Give me 400. - Wait. What about the betting?
- What were you thinking? - Five hundred, max?
We donīt usually service that level of action...
but I hate to turn away a new customer.
We might not have enough cash to settle you at the end of the night.
Thatīs okay. You can just pay me tomorrow.
All right. How much you want?
- Five dimes. - Jeff.
You had to do it, didnīt you?
You make me look like līm at the kiddie table.
- If the shoe fits, kid. Come on. - Fuckinī rich man.
- What denomination? - What denomination?
How about three Puerto Ricans, two Chinks and a Guinea?
I donīt care. Mix it up. Whatever you want.
What about a Swahili? Jesus.
I donīt know what that is either. Youīre starting to upset me.
You got your own chips, huh, with your name on them?
This is no joke.
We used to use the Bicycle poker chips...
and then some kid started sneaking in additional funds.
- Whoīs that? Moyshe? - No, no. Some kid up the block.
Fuckinī Moyshe.
- So thatīs a nice car you have there. - Thanks. A Ferrari.
Yeah. Itīs a 355, six-speed transmission, right?
Yeah. Itīs a synchromesh. I love it. Nice.
Yo, shit is yellow, B. Rizzyīs the color, nugga.
Yellowīs filthy. Come on.
Itīs Big Bird mode.
All right. Place your bets.
- Hey. - You are late.
- I know. Iīm sorry. - Your father is really upset.
- He wonīt even tell me what it is. -Jesus.
- Hey. - Whatīs up, Seth?
- How you doinī? Howīs school? - Itīs all right.
Thatīs a good question, Seth. You wanna tell us what happened?
- We didnīt know if you were cominī. - Oh, yeah. Traffic was crazy.
So?
Do you wanna wait till after dinner to talk about it?
Yeah, letīs eat first.
- Answer the question, Seth. - I dropped out.
You wanna tell us why?
Well, I gave it a year, Dad, and itīs just not for me.
I see. So that means youīve been lying to us for six months.
Six months, Seth.
"Schoolīs fine, Dad. My grades are good, Dad."
Letīs just leave that for a second. So you dropped out.
That means you havenīt been getting your student loan checks, right?
Is that right? How are you making the rent every month, Seth?
Iīm running a business, and līm just earning a living.
Earning a living? This what you call earning a living?
- Marty, are those drugs? - Yes.
- Yes, those are drugs? - No, Mom. This is an honest living.
And you can ask any one of my customers.
What do you mean, "customers"? Whereīs the customers?
Theyīre children of people in this community.
How do you think I got these? Anyway, itīs illegal.
Youīre running a backdoor card game! How do you think this reflects on me?
Iīm a judge, for Christīs sake!
Are you listening to me?
Iīm gonna be honest with you. Youīre runnin īa good business.
I think youīre a smart kid, pullinī in some real cash.
But I gotta tell you, man, this is risky fuckinī business.
I mean, you really honestly plan on dealing cards to college kids...
when youīre fuckinī 35?
You donīt think youīll get pinched in the next couple years?
Maybe itīs time to start thinkinī about down-the-line time.
So, you want me to come work for you?
What? I guess itīll be like retribution for me taking all your money here?
First of all, I am not done with you here, all right?
And, no, youīre only gonna work for me a short time.
You pass the Series Seven.
You learn the ropes. Youīre on your own.
Yeah, ask Adam, man. Heīll tell you.
- Itīs good. - Itīs good?
- Yeah. - Iīm gonna be blunt.
Weīre talkinī about millions of dollars.
I was making goodmoney with the casino...
but these guys were macking it hard.
Thatīs the level I wanted to be operating on.
So I drove out to Long lsland, way out.
The office was a goodhour away from Wall Street.
Somebody forgot to tell the guys who worked there, though.
They looked and acted...
Iike they took the Six train to Fulton Street everymorning.
But it wasnīt Wall Street.
It was exit 53 on the Long lsland Expressway...
a good hour from the New York Stock Exchange.
No, no, no, no. You donīt wanna act now. This stock is going to turn.
Iīm invested very heavily myself. We just stay put.
I donīt know if youīve ever had the opportunity to purchase l.P.O. before...
but we have this company thatīs going to market in about a week or so.
Weīre gonna have to move on this now. This is gonna happen next week.
We donīt wanna marry this stock. Weīre in; weīre out.
What do you mean, you donīt buy stock over the phone? How do you do it?
Smoke signals? Telepathy? World leaders solve problems over the phone.
Iīm not a Charles Schwab. I donīt need your business; I value it.
Iīm successful to the point where I donīt need to chase your business.
Hey, kid, get the fuck outta here!
Over here.
- Have they started interviewing yet? - No.
- Know how long itīs gonna be? - Youīll all be going in together.
But I thought this was, like, an interview?
It is. Itīs a group interview. Youīll see.
No, man. Youīre a male.
Group interview, my ass.
It was like a Hitler Youth rally, in retrospect.
The guy who pitched us, Jim Young, was the head recruiter there.
- Okay, guys. Letīs go. - Between him and Michael, honestly...
they could sell bubble gum in the lockjaw wardat Bellevue.
Iīm sorry, man. This is my seat.
- Oh, shit. Iīm so sorry. - Itīs okay. Donīt worry about it.
- Fuckinī dumb-ass. - Get the fuck outta here.
- What? - Donīt talk to me. Donīt look at me.
Just get your ass out of that ltalian leather chair and get the fuck out.
Right now. Come on. Letīs go, schlepp rock.
Out.
Sit down.
We expect everyone here to treat their coworkers...
with a certain level of respect.
Before we start, I have one question. Has anyone passed a Series Seven exam?
- I have a Series Seven license. - Good for you. You can get out too.
What? Why?
We donīt hire brokers here. We train new ones.
Thatīs it, Skippy. Pack your shit. Letīs go.
Okay. Hereīs the deal.
Iīm not here to waste your time. I hope youīre not here to waste mine.
So līm gonna keep this short.
If you become an employee of this firm...
you will make your first million within three years.
Okay? I repeat that:
You will make a million dollars within three years...
of your first day of employment at J.T. Marlin.
There is no question whether or not youīll become a millionaire here.
The only question is how many times over.
You think līm joking? I am not joking.
I am a millionaire. Itīs a weird thing to hear, right?
Iīll tell ya. Itīs a weird thing to say.
I am a fucking millionaire.
And guess how old I am. Twenty-seven.
You know what that makes me here? A fuckinī senior citizen.
This firm is entirely comprised of people your age, not mine.
Lucky for me, līm very fucking good at my job, or līd be out of one.
You guys are the new blood. Youīre gonna go home with the kessef.
You are the future big swinging dicks of this firm.
Now, you all look money hungry, and thatīs good.
Anybody tells you money is the root of all evil doesnīt fuckinī have any.
They say money canīt buy happiness? Look at the fuckinī smile on my face.
Ear to ear, baby. You want details? Fine.
I drive a Ferrari 355 Cabriolet.
Whatīs up? I have a ridiculous house in the South Fork.
I have every toy you could imagine, and best of all, kids...
I am liquid.
So, now you know whatīs possible. Let me tell you whatīs required.
You are required to work your fucking ass off at this firm.
We want winners here, not pikers. A piker walks at the bell.
A piker asks how much vacation you get in the first year. Vacation?
People come and work at this firm for one reason: to become filthy rich.
Weīre not here to make friends. Weīre not savinī the manatees, guys.
You want vacation time? Go teach third grade, public school.
Okay. The first three months at the firm are as a trainee.
You make $1 50 a week.
After youīre done training, you take the Series Seven.
Pass that, you become junior broker...
and you open accounts for your team leader.
You open 40 accounts, you start workinī for yourself. Skyīs the limit.
Word about being a trainee.
Friends, parents, other brokers, theyīre gonna give you shit.
Itīs true. $150 a week? Not a lot of money.
Pay them no mind.
You need to learn this business, and this is the time to do it.
Once you pass the test, none of thatīs gonna matter.
Your friends are shit.
Tell them you made 25 grand last month, theyīre wonīt fucking believe you.
Fuck them! Fuck īem!
Parents donīt like the life you lead? " Fuck you, Mom and Dad."
See how it feels when youīre makinī their fuckinī Lexus payments.
Now, go home and think about it. Think about whether itīs really for you.
If you decide it isnīt-- Itīs nothing to be embarrassed about.
Itīs not for everyone. Thanks.
But if you really want this...
you call me on Monday and weīll talk.
Just donīt waste my fuckinī time.
Okay. Thatīs it.
- Hi. - Hi.
So, whatīs up?
- How you doinī? - Iīm fine, Seth. Whatīs on your mind?
I feel bad about the way things went at the house last week.
I just donīt feel like we get anywhere when we talk at home.
Well, I donīt know that thereīs anything to talk about.
- Can I get you anything to drink? - No. Iīm fine, thanks.
You dropped out of school, Seth.
Youīre running an illegal casino out of your apartment.
Youīre putting my career at risk. What is there to talk about, Seth?
Well, I donīt know why we canīt just discuss this. I mean--
Maybe youīre just not seeing my side.
Your side? What side? Youīre doing wrong.
Iīm not your best friend. Thatīs your motherīs racket.
Iīm your father. I tell you when you screw up.
What did you think I was gonna do? Pat you on the back for the casino idea?
Tell you what a great entrepreneur you are?
So what do you want me to do, Seth?
I mean, my God, if līd called my father to meet me for a cup of coffee...
to talk about my screwups, he probably wouldīve laughed.
We didnīt have nice little chats about why I was a bad boy.
I got smacked.
And I didnīt do it again. Much simpler.
Look. Iīm just trying to restore whatīs left of our relationship.
" Relationship"?
What the fuck are you talking about, relationship?
What? Are we dating?
Iīm not your girlfriend Seth; līm your father.
Clean up your life, make an honest living...
and then you and I can talk like normal people, all right?
- Hey, Seth. - Hi. How you doinī?
- Abby. - Oh, yeah. I know. I forgot.
Itīs okay. I never told you.
Besides, the other day you looked a little frazzled...
so I didnīt think youīd remember anyway.
- Todayīs my first day. - No shit?
Yeah.
- See ya. - See ya.
No, thatīs not how it works.
If I was asking you to own 5,000 or 10,000 shares...
of some pink-sheet, bullshit company with negative earnings...
Iīd tell you to hang up the phone...
call your local broker and short the stock.
I wouldnīt expect your business. But, Don, I am bringing you--
Seth. Seth. Come over here. Itīs not your table.
...F.D.A. Iandmark approval. Itīs, like, the cancer pill.
No. Itīs a cancer pill. No, Don, itīs not Propecia P.
It is the cancer pill. Oh, Donald, please take a chance.
You look pretty.
Thank you.
So you wanna tell me where the fuck you were last night?
- Not particularly. - Okay.
This is for you.
I donīt know how to better explain this to you, but...
itīs over.
Okay. I disagree.
- Hang on a second. - Here you go.
- Whatīs up? ls he in? - I donīt know.
Hey. These are the D&B cards. These are our leads.
- Morning. - Every card is an opportunity, right?
These are good leads. People on these cards buy stock.
Yourjob is to call them and get them interested in the firm.
Youīre not actually selling stock yet, but youīre selling the dream.
So get īem wet. Tell īem that in a month from now...
a senior brokerīs gonna call them back with an idea.
So who are these people?
Average clientīs 45 years old, from the Midwest...
$1 50,000 annual income, 1 million net, has a local broker...
but loves a hotshot New Yorker who sounds good on the phone.
So the card wonīt tell you that. It only has name, address and occupation.
So you gotta feel īem out, see?
" Peter Davis, Vice President, Parks Telecommunications."
The guyīs probably a fuckinī whale.
So feel īim out, see what heīs got. Truth is, it doesnīt matter these days.
With the Dow where it is now, everybody wants a piece of the market.
I can close anyone anytime anywhere. Just give me a phone number.
- Greg, I have John Duncklee on three. - Not now. Iīll call him back.
Now, once you qualify the guy, you send him a press packet.
Itīll be easy, and itīll get you comfortable on the phone, which is key.
This entire business revolves around the phone. Play the numbers.
This is a contact sport. The more people you contact, the better youīll do.
- A good broker makes 700 calls a day. - Whatīs the phone bill like?
This month was approaching 400,000.
Listen to me. Even though youīre not selling stock yet...
I want you to remember the code we have here, okay?
- Did you see Glengarry Glen Ross ? - Yeah.
- Do you remember "ABC"? - Yeah. "Always be closing."
Thatīs right. "Always be closing." "Tellingīs not selling."
Thatīs the attitude you wanna have. Thereīs two rules as a trainee.
Number one: We donīt pitch the bitch here.
What?
We donīt sell stock to women. I donīt care who it is; we donīt do it.
Nancy Sinatra calls, you tell her youīre sorry.
Theyīre a constant pain in the ass...
and youīre never gonna hear the end of it.
Theyīll call you every fucking day wanting to know why the stock dropped.
And God forbid the stock should go up.
Youīre gonna hear from them every 1 5 minutes.
Itīs just not worth it. Donīt pitch the bitch.
Number two: Donīt write wood, all right?
A lot of trainees are so anxious to get off the phone...
that they just steamroll the guy into getting the press packet...
so they can hang up.
Then I call back, and līm, like...
" Hi. You spoke to a junior associate of mine last month."
And heīs like, " Not interested. Bye." Thatīs a shitty lead, okay?
Thatīs fucking wood. The info we send is bullshit, all right?
The most important part is telling them you have that one great idea...
and that a senior brokerīs gonna call them back in a month.
This way they donīt think we just fire off a million recos a day.
We donīt want clients thinkinī...
youīre pitching something you read in the Journal, right?
- Yeah. Right. - Okay, so no wood.
- Iīm serious. No wood. - All right. Take it easy.
Hey, donīt even start that fuckinī shit with me, okay?
Iīm tryinī to tell you whatīs expected of you and what yourjob is.
Iīm tryinī to make the job easier, okay? Donīt give me any fuckinī lip.
Okay. Okay, so, fine.
What happens if the guy wants to buy stock right then?
Now youīre talkinī. You wanna go into every call expecting just that.
If somebody wants a recommendation, put the guy on hold...
stand up and yell "reco" at the top ofyour lungs.
First senior broker who gets on the horn gets the sale.
- Sound good? - Yeah.
Okay. That suitīs dog shit. Get a new suit.
No, Ma. I told you. No, līm not a broker yet.
Iīm a trainee. I still have to pass my Series Seven test.
Please. Youīre a stockbroker.
You wear a suit to work every day, donīt you?
- Yeah. - So, what are we arguing about?
- Thanks, Ma. - Youīre doing great, Seth.
Youīre working your way up from the bottom. Never easy.
What did Dad say about it?
Heīs very happy. Shocked, but very happy.
- Heīs waiting for you to call him. - Why doesnīt he call me?
- One miracle at a time, okay, sweetie? - All right.
- Mom? - Iīm in bed.
- How you doinī? - Hi, baby. How was work?
I know youīre not at home with a bag of cash, waiting for me to call you.
But līm not some 1 8-year old selling the cure for AI DS. I am 46 years old.
I have 22 years of market experience. I know this business.
So pick up your skirt, grab your balls and letīs make some money.
Here you go, Greg.
I hope this is better than the last batch of shit you gave me.
- Produced more wood than Ron Jeremy. - What?
I donīt want you to yell "reco" anymore. Know what you should yell? "Timber!"
Yeah. Mr. Fuckinī Wood. I hear you fuckinī makinī your calls.
Itīs bullshit, all right?
Ifyou want them off the phone so bad, why donīt you just hang up?
You should get them excited. You know, excited?
They should beg for a broker on the first call. Shit.
Yeah. Howard Young, please. Seth Davis over atJ.T. Marlin.
- No, heīs not expecting my call. - No. Tsk.
- Okay. Yeah. Iīll call you. - Good-bye. Good-bye.
Hang up the phone.
Thank you. Thatīs nice for you to do that for me.
First of all, thereīs gonna be a lot of these regardless of how good you are...
but you happen to suck big, fat-ass rhinoceros dick.
Well, thank you. Thatīs confidence-inspiring.
I got this friend who runs this other firm, right?
He hands out this book to new trainees.
Itīs called a rebuttal book. It looks like a little Filofax.
Itīs got these index tabs, but instead of having letters...
Iike "A" to "B," "G" to " H," it has different things like...
"My wife wonīt let me"...
or "līm not in the market now" or "Send me a prospectus."
It has a rebuttal for any excuse.
Anyway, thatīs stuff youīll have to learn later.
The most important thing you gotta know right now...
is that you can be whoever you wanna be on the phone.
You know what līm sayinī? Who cares? Do what you gotta do.
Change your last name. Say youīre the fuckinī vice president.
You know? Who cares? J ust get the cocksucker on the line.
Yeah, but how can I do shit like that? lsnīt there a compliance officer here?
No. No, man. Everybody does that shit. Are you kidding?
I mean, even on Wall Street.
You talking about John there? That guy works for us.
The guyīs a fuckinī chimp. Look at him. The only compliance work...
heīs doinī is makinī sure my lunch is still hot when it gets here.
Heīs only here because the S.E.C. requires it. Easiest job in the world.
Look. I think heīs actually masturbating right now.
- Stay the fuck away from her. - Yeah.
Holy shit, you slut. You made the call.
No, no. Donīt you dare. Get your filthy one-race paws off my money.
Whatīd you bet me? A monthīs commission?
- Yeah, and yours too, kid. - How do you get away with this?
īCause līm a Jew, and I have the mind of a champion.
See this?
Here, kid. Go get a tan and some Rogaine.
- Watch out for this. - Fuckinī A.
The only bookie in New York that delivers FedEx.
When are you gonna take the test, Seth?
Well, you know, after the training programīs over.
They want you to get a good idea of how things work there...
before you take the Series Seven, but itīs a great system.
- Iīm really learning a lot. - Are you gonna be rich, Seth?
- Oh, God willing. - I hope so.
How come līve never heard of this firm?
I donīt know.
Itīs a smaller firm, I guess.
Thereīs a million others like it you probably never heard of.
The reason I ask is īcause I wouldīve thought that you wouldīve...
joined a firm like Goldman Sachs or something of that stature.
- Marty, what are you starting for? - What?
No, no. Ma, itīs okay. The reason is, Dad...
that the larger houses donīt really like to hire kids straight out of college...
you know, unless you went to an lvy League school...
or you wanna do cash-flow analysis for the next 1 5 years.
They usually like you to work...
outside their firm for a few years to get a good sense of the marketplace.
But most all brokers usually start out in little firms likeJ.T. Marlin.
Thatīs great. See? He answered the question. That was easy.
So all you have to do is close the casino, right?
Marty, we talked about this.
- What are you giving me looks for? - Didnīt we talk about this?
- What? I just-- - It was a celebration.
You know what? I gotta go meet somebody.
I love you, Ma.
See ya. See ya later.
Nice job, Marty.
Originally, l got in for the cash. But getting my dadīs respect--
Thatīs what kept me there.
So he took some parting shots from time to time. Whatever. I didn īt care.
Not really.
Anyway, the point is, l had to adapt to this new world.
I didn īt really know these guys.
What I did know is that they had all the money in the world...
and not a clue what to do with it.
Seth, whatīs up, man?
- Wait outside. - Hey, man.
Thought you werenīt gonna make it, man. Sit down. Grab a slice. Have a beer.
Whatīs up?
You think he fucked Hannah or Sheen fucked her?
- Both of īem. - Did he just move in?
- Heīs been here eight months. - Life all comes down to a fewmoments.
"This is one of īem." Sheen was kind of a pimp.
Shut up, man. Listen. Geckoīs coming on. "What the hellīs goinī on?"
Iīm lookinī at 200,000 shares moved. I wanna know if weīre part of it.
Weīd better be, or līm gonna come down and eat your lunch. Back in two, Alex.
Look. I loved it at forty. Fifty? ltīs an insult.
Their analysts? They donīt know a preferred stock from livestock.
They wait till it goes down, and like gumdrops and sperm counts--
This is the kid. Calls me 59 days in a row. Wants to be a player.
Oughta be a picture of you in the dictionary under "persistent," kid.
Yeah? Now, listen, Jerry, līm looking for negative control.
No more than 30, 35 percent.
J ust enough to block anybody elseīs merger plans...
and find out from the inside if the books are cooked.
Looks this good on paper, weīre in the kill zone, pal. Lock and load.
Lunch? You gotta be kidding. Lunch is for wimps.
Okay, Fidel, līll talk at you.
Very good.
How do you do, Mr. Gekko? Bud Fox.
So you say, " Nice to meet you." Hope youīre intelligent.
Whereīd you get these?
- I got a connection at the airport. - Nice job, Mr. Clean.
Hey. Get the fuck off me.
- Iīm really busy, Seth. - No. Look, I understand, Doctor.
Iīm really busy here myself.
Weīre gonna come back to you in one month with one idea only.
Ifyou like what we have to say, great. Weīll do business. If not--
I mean, worst-case scenario, youīll hear yourself a new business idea--
- That X ray is useless. - Weīll part as friends, right?
What?
Are you working with a million dollars in the market now?
Who is this?
Youīre a doctor. Have you heard of a drug called Phenodryl?
Itīs being manufactured by M.S. C. Pharmaceuticals.
No.
Well, listen, okay? ltīs in the third stage of F.D.A. approval.
Wordis itīs gonna be approved within the next three months...
and it could be tomorrow for all l know.
But, you know, līm getting ahead of myself...
and youīre real busy over there...
so why donīt l just send you out the information--
Wait, wait, wait. Forget the info.
Letīs talk about this now.
What was the name of that drug again?
Could you hold on for one second?
Iīm gonna get...
a senior broker whoīs a little more familiar with that particular stock.
All right? Hold on a second. One second.
Reco!
- Got it. - Sorry.
His nameīs Dr. Jacobs, and līd say that heīs definitely--
- Whoa. I donīt wanna hear it, kid. - Okay.
Hi, Dr. Jacobs? This is Chris Marlin at J.T. Marlin.
- Marlin? - Right. Heīs my father.
My associate tells me youīre interested in one of our stocks.
Your wifeīs on three. I will call herback.
Yes. M.S. C. sounds like it might be interesting.
Might be?
"Might be" doesnīt sell stock at the rate M.S.C.īs going for it, Dr. Jacobs.
- Weīre talking very high volume. - I still have to run it by my people.
Thatīs great, Doc, if you wanna miss yet another opportunity here...
and watch your colleagues get rich doing clinical trials.
- Donīt buy a share and hang up. - Hold on a second.
- I just want to talk about it more. - Honestly, I donīt have the time.
This stock is blowing up right now. The whole firmīs going nuts.
Hold on. Let me open up the door to my office.
Oh, my God!
See that, Doc? Thatīs my trading floor.
I have calls to make to a million other doctors who are already in the know.
I canīt walk you through this right now. Iīm sorry.
Okay, okay. Letīs do this.
Since youīre a new account, I canīt go higher than 2,000 shares. Iīm sorry.
2,000? Are you nuts? That is way beyond what I was thinking. 2,000?
Jesus!
Listen. Iīm curious. Why canīt you sell me any more than that?
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 weīll talk about doing future business.
That sounds good. Give me the 2,000 shares.
- Done. - You sure you canīt do better on this?
- Iīm sorry, Dr. Jacobs. I canīt. - All right.
- Weīll start with this trade, then. - Great. I promise...
weīll swing for the fences on the next one.
Do you want that confirmation sent to your office or your mansion?
Very funny, Mr. Marlin.
Let me put my secretary on, and sheīll take down your info.
It was a pleasure doing business with you.
Done and done.
Yeah, baby!
- So, whyīd you put a max on his buy? - What?
Whyīd you put a max on his buy?
You didnīt tell him how it works?
Heīs a trainee. He doesnīt need to know initial sell limits.
Make sure he shows you the ropes, kid. Heīs too busy callinī his bookie.
Fuckinī Hebrews. Always lookinī out for themselves and never the trainees.
- Hey, hey. - Why donīt you go back to Little ltaly?
Go make me a latke, dreidel boy. Abrams, look me up on the board.
The reason I capped him is in case heīs a piker.
See, weīre gonna front the money for this sale...
and if he doesnīt send the check, līm the one holding the bag, follow me?
Right.
Last commission month, the kid on J imīs team wrote a million-dollar ticket.
Stock was down 3 1 /2 points by settlement.
Fuckinī kid took a 1 /4 million-dollar hit.
- Shit. - You know how much that hurts?
Besides, the first sell just whets the appetite.
If heīs a whale-- which it looks like he is--
then līll get him on a day when thereīs a real rip.
Whatīs a rip?
A commission. Thatīs why we work here.
We make huge rips.
No, I donīt-- I still donīt know how it works.
Okay.
A two-dollar rip, which is unheard of anywhere on Wall Street...
means that weīre walkinī away...
with two dollars for every share we sell.
Real money. Thatīs opportunity.
Jesus, Greg, you show him where the bathroom is yet?
Yeah, Seth, I showed you where Chrisīs desk is, right?
- Richie, do something with this-- - How does Michael afford that?
- Couldnīt tell you. - Okay.
If heīs doinī it, heīs makinī money on it. Point is:
Service your client right, and heīll be back for more.
Show him a three-percent return...
and heīll trust you to watch his kids for the weekend.
- Abby. - Hey, Seth.
- Hi. - You wanna go get yourself a drink?
Yeah. You want anything?
Oh. Okay.
I thought this was supposed to be a big broker hangout.
Merrill Lynch. Salomon Brothers. Mad, big-dick Steve. What is this place?
This looks like the fucking Christmas party at Mutual of Omaha.
Yo, check this out. Joe.
Oh, my God. Would you look at these monkeys?
So, who do you live with?
You mean, is the little black girl here takinī care of her grandma...
īcause her mamaīs a crackhead?
Yeah, exactly. I thought it was smack, though.
Right.
Boy, you gotta get ahold of that edge. Itīs kinda sharp.
I know. Itīs just that I get so much shit atJ.T....
that sometimes I have to get in that mode just to...
fend them off of me, you know?
Yeah, I was gonna ask you why are you there...
because it doesnīt seem like the ideal working environment for a black woman.
No, it isnīt. Itīs just that...
how many secretaries do you know that make 80 grand a year?
- One. - Exactly.
- " No, no, no. I gotta call the boss." - Look at this guy. Check it.
No way. Vito Corleone.
You donīt come all my life...
and then you show up at my daughterīs confirmation.
"Are you standinī up or sittinī down?" By that time l--
- How you doinī? - Whatīs up?
- You guys lookinī for a broker? - Who the fuck are you?
- Easy. - Iīm not doinī anything.
I thought maybe you were lookinī for somebody to invest with.
- No. Yeah, weīre fine. We are brokers. - You are?
- Yeah. - You guys with Jacoby &Jacoby?
-J.T. Marlin. - Never heard of it.
Hold on a second. Who are you? What do you sell? Car insurance?
Weīre with this little firm downtown. Maybe youīve heard of us. J.P. Morgan?
- And līm a black Negro. - Right.
I knowJ.T. Itīs a fuckinī chop shop. They named it so it sounds like ours.
He knows that firm. Itīs a fuckinī chop shop.
They named the firm to sound like his. What is he, fucking Yogi Biz?
- Shut the fuck up. - Weīre not buying it.
And what the fuck is with the suits? You look like youīre on Gottiīs crew.
- You look great. Seriously. - Do you know who youīre talkinī to?
- Who are we talkinī to? - You donīt know?
Hereīs Vito and John J r.
I donīt wanna get involved in this. Weīre not bothering you.
Weīre not. Patrick, call out the police. Come on!
Itīs my dad thatīs the mess...
but thatīs not really interesting conversation.
What about you?
Single mother. No money. And now I take care of her.
- Whatīs wrong? - Sheīs got chronic pneumonia.
You know, she smoked for, like, 1 5 years, and now sheīs really sick.
And itīs--
Sheīs just really happy that I have this job so I can support both of us.
- But itīs scary sometimes, you know? - Yeah.
What about your father?
I donīt wanna talk about my father either.
Ready?
- Tell me a story. - What doyou wanna hear?
I donīt know. Tell me-- Tell me a story about your dad.
Well, I have so many great ones.
Go on. Tell me.
All right.
Well, līm ten years old...
and I just got this new bike.
Itīs a silver Mongoose, you know, like BMX.
And līm skidding out in this puddle like Starsky and Hutch.
- Right. - And my foot slips...
and the pedal spins around hard enough to break my leg.
- Oh, my God. - But I donīt fall off the bike.
- I keep going down this hill. - And I get really scared, you know?
So I jumped off the bike...
and I landed behind this parked car.
And I was laying there for a good half hour.
And finally...
I hear my fatherīs voice up the street, and heīs calling my name.
And I was so happy...
that he was coming to get me.
And he comes around the car, and he sees me lying there.
I mean, there was-- there was blood everywhere.
Anyway, I look up at him...
and for the first time in my life, I see how much my father loved me.
- īCause he was completely frozen. - Wow.
You know, it hurt him to see me in that much pain.
So he leans down over me...
and he slaps me across the face.
What? Why?
I donīt know.
Maybe he was mad at me for making him feel that helpless...
or it was the only thing he could think of.
I donīt really care anymore.
What I think of now is the look on his face when he saw me lying there.
And thatīs what I remember.
Thatīs what I miss.
Thereīs your story.
Sorry.
All right. I wanna talk to you guys about appearance.
Okay? Because most ofyou dress like shit.
I donīt know what your financial situation is...
and I donīt want to, but you gotta get yourself at least one decent suit...
because we have a minimum level of aesthetic professionalism here...
that we have to maintain.
I n three months, you can outfit your whole closet...
but for now get something to hold you over.
Thereīs an important phrase we use here.
I think itīs time you all learned it.
"Act as if."
Do you understand what that means?
Act as ifyou are the president of this firm.
Act as if you got a nine-inch cock. Act as if.
And to do that properly, you need to at least look the part.
So go get dressed. Secondly, itīs time to get your Series Seven books.
Donīt get nervous. Ifyou study, youīll pass.
Then you begin trading as an S.E.C.-licensed broker.
Then youīre a fucking millionaire, and itīs just that simple.
I need 300 bucks from each ofyou for the books...
which will be returned if and when you pass the exam.
And I need that tomorrow. That is all.
What are you? Last nightīs erection?
Yeah, well, you know--
Whatīs goinī on? Weīre movinī to the big house, kids.
Isaac here just closed a guy for 30,000 shares of Farrow Tech.
Weīre on the big board. Weīre in there now?
- Whoīs out? - Todd and company. Come on. Letīs go.
Ifyou couldnīt pull $3,000 together, your name wouldnīt be on my desk.
Youīre embarrassing me. Iīm pitching you from under my desk. Iīm embarrassed now.
Bob. Bob, be rude. Hang up the phone.
You wonīt. You wanna know why?
Because you see value. I am your kidsī college fund, for chrissakes.
Iīm gonna pass. The only people making money passing are N.F.L. quarterbacks.
- And I donīt see a number on your back. - Take me offyourlist.
Fine, fine. Iīm gonna take you off my list of successful people.
Hello?
Hi, Mr. "Dahvis, " this is Ron from the Daily News.
- Howyou doin ī? - Itīs Davis, and līm not interested.
- Sorry to botheryou. Have a nice day. - Wait a minute.
Wait. Thatīs your pitch? You consider that a sales call?
You know, I get a call from you guys every Saturday...
and itīs always the same half-assed attempt.
Ifyou guys wanna close me, you should sell me.
- All right. - All right. Start again.
Okay. Hi, this is Ron from the Daily News.
- Howyou doin ī this morning? - Shitty. What do you want?
Itīs not what I want, sir. Itīs whatyou want.
Ron, now weīre talkinī. All right. What are you selling me?
Iīm offering a Daily News subscription at a substantially reduced price.
Weīre trying to reach out to people that never had home delivery before.
So everybody who already has a subscription is getting fucked?
- Yeah. Iguess so. - All right. I can handle that.
So, why should I buy your paper? I mean, you know--
Why shouldnīt I get the Times or the Voice, you know?
The Village Voice is free, sir, so if you want it, you should pick it up.
But the Daily News offers you something no other paper can.. a taste of New York.
We have the best features, more photos than any other daily in New York...
and we have the most reliable delivery in the city.
Now what do you think?
You know what I think, Ron? I think that was a sales call.
Good job, buddy.
So you gonna buy a subscription?
No. I already get the Times.
I know what youīre sayinī!
Booked. Booked. I got a hundred against.
Booked. Someone cover Greg. Cover Greg.
I hope you guys arenīt fightinī over it. Here. Good money against Gregīs roll.
- Put it there. - Two hundred?
- What is that? - Nothing.
Damn. Who you gotta ass-fuck to get a ten around here?
- Thereīs a leprechaun in stall four. - Whatever.
Hey, Seth, līm gonna get some reserves. You wanna come with me?
- Yeah. - You guys want a shot?
Roll a seven, baby. Letīs go.
Quit starinī and just apologize.
Hey, he doesnīt have to say shit, all right?
Why donīt you go back to your Heineken and shut the fuck up, okay?
Was I talkinī to you?
No, you werenīt. You were talkinī to him.
Ifyouīre talkinī to him, youīre talkinī to me and my whole fuckinī crew, okay?
Get the fuck outta here. What? What?
Get the fuck outta here before I put you in a mayonnaise jar, okay?
Get the fuck outta here, fuckinī cocksucker.
Heīs gonna cry like a little baby!
You little baby!
Hey, Richie! Hey, Richie!
Oh, Mommy!
Come on.
You gotta realize these arenīt the kids you and I grew up with, you know?
Remember in Hebrew school, when a shoving match was a big deal?
Worst-case scenario, somebody got their yarmulke knocked off.
Itīs true, man. These guys are no joke.
They get all tanked up, throw a quick fist.
Some of them actually enjoy it.
I mean, like, Richie. What the fuck is that, man?
Probably thought I was being tough back there with that guy.
I was shitting my pants.
- I saw that. - Oh, great. Thanks.
These fuckinī Guineas, man.
Half of them do coke. They all drink. Zero capital.
No fuckinī stability. They make all this fucking money...
and theyīre always living three steps ahead.
You know, thereīs guys who work at the firm that make a million a year...
and they canīt even get a fucking car loan īcause their creditīs so bad.
Itīs like everybody is just waiting for the 1 5th of the month.
They may have a Porsche, but they donīt have ten bucks to put in the gas tank.
- No shit. - Itīs nigger rich.
What is this guy doinī? Yo!
- All right. Thanks, man. - Donīt forget what I said about Abby.
I think sheīs trouble, you know?
I donīt even know what youīre talking about.
I donīt know. Iīve just worked there a long time.
J ust looking out for my friends.
I think sheīs a whore. J ust telling you.
Well, itīs a good thing you stopped dating her, then, right?
- Iīll see you later. - All right. See you.
Of all the people atJ.T. Marlin, you picked this kid, Davis. Why?
īCause heīs perfect. Heīs new, so his loyalties donīt run too deep.
He also seems to be the smartest of this last group of trainees.
The rest of them are fuckinī idiots compared to this kid.
He used to run a full-time casino out of his house in Queens.
Now he just picks up the checks. Heīll turn stateīs, no question.
How are you gonna get to him?
We started surveillance. Weīll get to him.
Hey, Jeff!
Hey, Jeff, get up here!
Whatīs goinī on?
One week I can understand, but itīs approaching five weeks now...
and the profits are down 40%% since the last week I was here full-time.
Iīm not you. Iīm not gonna fuckinī kill myself for half the profit.
You get to come in here and just pick up your fuckinī money, and it sucks.
What?
Hey! Hey, you know what? This is my business.
You used to make ten dollars an hour.
Now youīre making 1 ,000 a week, and youīre still not happy?
- What the fuck is going on? - Nothinī. You can check the tapes.
For what? I didnīt say anything. Are you skimming?
No! No, līm not skimming, all right?
I canīt handle a 24-hour gig all by myself.
This isnīt fuckinī Dennyīs.
You know? līm tryinī to finish school here, man.
All right. All right, so-- Look, why donīt you do this?
Why donīt you take on another partner...
and you can split your share with him, which līll up to 65%%...
and then you can go to school during the day and work at night.
Iīm already doinī that.
- You are? - Yeah.
I took Dave on last month.
And you still canīt fuckinī handle it?
- Itīs a lot of work. - Fuck!
Fuck.
All right, thatīs it. Itīs over.
Iīm shutting it down.
Andget those kids out ofmy fuckin īhouse.
By delaying, you simply restrict my ability to do myjob.
Am l? līm not trying to--
Look, I didnīt get to where I am today by losing my clientsī money.
Put your confidence in myself and J.T. Marlin...
and līm telling you, weīll never have to ask for it again.
Put your confidence in myself and J.T. Marlin...
and līm telling you, you will never have to ask for it again.
Okay, letīs do this.
Great. Iīm gonna pass you on to my secretary.
You call me when the stock doubles, all right?
Sheryl, make it so, baby!
All right. So lgot into it.
Doyou knowhowgoodit feels to close someone?
To sellsomeone? ltīs amazing.
- Whatīs goinī on? - Seth just closed a guy for ten large.
- Amazing. - Do you see what--
Youīre one of us now.
You popped your cherry!
- Hey, Seth, come here a second. - Yeah. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
- I just closed a huge account for you. - Come here.
What are you doing? Get away from me.
What the fuck are you doing?
- What is this? Huh? - What?
Who told you you could close your own accounts?
- What? - You violated an S.E.C. regulation.
Youīre a fucking trainee.
You know, I just figured līd take the initiative...
and, you know, make you some money.
Greg, I was standing right next to him the whole time.
I wouldīve stepped right in if the kid would have gotten in trouble.
You got a cannoli you can stick in your mouth?
No, you got a menorah you can shove in your ass?
Fuck him. Come on.
I donīt even give a fuck about the money, okay?
Do you know what would happen...
if every trainee started handling their own recos?
- The shop would be closed in a week. - Is this about something else?
What would that be?
Great.
Donīt you have to go answer the phones or something?
You know what? Fuck it. Weīll deal with this later.
Donīt tell me thatīs why līm not hitting it anymore.
Oh, honey, you were never hitting it...
and heīs not the reason, Greg.
You are.
Jesus Christ, theyīre all the same.
- Whatīs the same? - Oh, my God.
You scared me.
Iīm sorry.
How long have you been standing there?
I just walked up. Iīm sorry. I didnīt mean to scare you.
No, no, thatīs all right. I nteresting reading?
This? No, this is just the prospectus...
from the last l.P.O. the firm put out.
I know what it is. I was just asking ifyou thought it was interesting.
You know, you might be the first person to read a J.T. prospectus.
Really?
Yeah. So, what are you looking for?
Iīm just looking for some chocolate love.
You know what? Would you like me to practice my pitch?
- īCause I know it turns you on. - Oh, God.
You know, lsawJohn Feiner...
shredding a bunch ofdocuments the otherday.
You donīt think thatīs weird?
You say you like the hard sell and the money.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
And then you question it the minute you see something a bit off.
No, līm serious. Either you need to admit to yourself...
that itīs not charity work and enjoy it, or get out.
But you cannot keep going back and forth like this. Itīs ridiculous.
Canyou buy a biggerbed whenyou getsome money, please?
Howbig isyourbed? Bigger than this one.
You have a huge bed?
- Hello? - Hi, Harry. Seth Davis atJ. T. Marlin.
- Howareyou doing this morning? - Fine, thanks.
You got a call from an associate last month.
I wanted to know ifyou enjoyed the information we sent you.
What information?
Ifyou get as much mail as I do, you probably brushed it aside.
But more importantly, we made a commitment to get back to you.
Listen, līm presenting you with an investment opportunity...
that I thinkyouīll findinteresting.
Iīm not in the market for that.
Tell me, Harry, are you married or are you happy?
Actually, līve been married for ten years.
Oh, yeah? Thatīs great. Yeah, six years for me.
So, listen. Are you playing the market at all?
I donīt know about playing. I do own some blue chips.
They were actually wedding gifts from friends.
Listen, we have an explosive situation going on right now.
A pharmaceutical company, Farrow Tech...
has a drug called Parattin in the third stage of F.D.A. approval.
- Whatīs it do? - Thatīs a goodquestion.
Thatīs a very good question, and this is the best part.
It helps premature babies develop properly.
- That sounds like a good drug. - It is. It is.
So, those blue chips you own, what have they done since you got married?
- Not that much, really. - We deal in stocks that really move.
Oh, yeah. They really move.
Iīd love to show you what I mean, and I can do so on a small investment.
I really canīt buy anything right now.
My wife and I are getting ready to buy a house this month...
and weīre trying to save every last penny.
Look, I donīt care how much stock you pick up.
I just want you to test me out.
I want you to judge me on the percentages I show you.
I show you 30 or 40%, no matter how big or small your position is...
youīre gonna get excited about my next idea, right?
- Yeah. - Youīd hand out my business cards.
Right? Do this: Pick up a hundred shares.
Itīs the absolute firm minimum. If I show you...
three or four points on the trade, itīs not gonna make you rich.
On the same token, if the stock doesnīt go anywhere...
youīre not in front ofyour store with a cup in your hand.
- No, thatīs true. - Look, the truth of the matter is...
I could sell you more than 100 shares...
and feel completely comfortable about the trade.
But līm asking you to start small just to prove what I can do for you.
All right. Letīs try it.
Great. Should I send the confirmation to your business or your home?
I need to talk to my wife.
No, you donīt need to do that. Iīll call you right back.
- Iīm goinī to lunch in five minutes. - I need to talk to her first.
- Harry, youīre at work, arenīt you? - Yeah.
What do you do for a living?
Iīm a purchasing manager at a gourmet foods company.
- Does your job involve decisions? - Of course.
When youīre making decisions, do you call your wife and ask her what to do?
Of course not. But thatīs a little different.
How is that different? ltīs your money. You earned it.
All youīre doing is investing it. Iīm not selling crack here.
Sheīs onlygonna be happy...
when she sees that you made a wise investment for the family.
J ust think of the flip side. When your wife does the shopping...
does she call you to find out if she can use a coupon for Capīn Crunch?
- Now, come on. Thatīs not being fair. - No, lknow.
Look, Harry. Iīm just trying to make a point here.
Look, weīre not talking about a lot of money here.
J ust think what sheīll say when you bring home a big fat check...
becauseyou had the foresight to see a good thing coming.
- All right. Letīs try it. - Goodman, Harry.
You made a great decision, all right?
Hold on a second. Do it.
Hello?
- Yo. - Hey, whatīs up?
You passed the Series Seven. Decide where weīre celebrating tonight.
I was thinking that we should go to the city tonight...
īcause weīre always drinking at those shitty local bars.
I think we should go to a decent bar with some decent poo-poo.
If I have to look at one more housewife smoking a Newport...
I think līm gonna puke.
Let me roundup the guys. Weīll comepickyou up.
- All right. - You got it.
Okay, bye.
This guy probably got more rooms in there than heīs ever even been in.
Look at it. Itīs fuckinī huge.
Hey, Chris, why do you still live with your mother?
What do you mean?
Do you ever wonder how we make the rips that we do?
How is it that we make rips that pay out...
more than any other major firm?
Youīre kidding me, right?
Thatīs the wrong--
Thatīs the wrong question to be asking.
- Why? - The only thing to worry about...
is how youīre gonna get laid tonight.
No, līm serious.
Donīt you know that S.E.C. regulations state...
that the maximum rip allowed is five percent of the sale...
and weīre making, like, four times that?
You just passed your Series Seven; now youīre an inspector or something?
- Arenīt you happy with things? - Yeah, of course.
No, līm just curious. Youīre not curious?
Not at all. I like being a millionaire.
And you will too, believe me.
- Whatīs up? - You need help?
- With what? - Getting into the fuckinī childīs seat.
Come on. Shotgun.
Why did the feminist cross the road?
To suck my fuckinī cock.
- Thatīs funny. - Damn straight.
- Order me another one. - Who U.A.T.īd this beer for me?
- I did. Whatīs up? - I hate it. Send the shit back.
- Whatīs a U.A.T.? - Unauthorized trade.
Seth, anything killing you yet?
All right, yeah. You know what I fuckinī hate?
Is getting past the secretaries. It doesnīt matter ifyouīre a broker.
Itīs still a sales call, and they fuckinī know that.
- One day līm gonna open a firm. - Hold on a second.
Youīre opening things now?
Kid just passed his test; now he knows everything.
Whatīs wrong with you? You havenīt even popped your cherry yet.
Hey, whatever. Letīs toast the slut. Here you go.
Bring it up for the kid. Highest Series Seven score this month.
Big swinging dick, enjoy it while it lasts.
Do you guys think you could just try and keep it down some?
You guys are at a ten. We could use you at a two.
- You got to be kidding me. - Iīm sorry about that.
Why donīt you just concentrate on your food instead of us, all right?
What are you guys eating? A tube steak smothered in underwear?
Hey, great outfits.
You guys coming from a city council meeting...
or are you trying to get lucky with the bridge-and-tunnel crowd?
You tell īem, girl.
You know what they should do with you guys?
They should throw all ofyou on a fucking island somewhere.
- Oh, yeah. Hey, guess what. - What?
Youīre on it.
He got a point.
Way to go, girl.
Here you go.
You take it.
Hey, Harry, whoīsJ.T. Marlin?
I forgot to tell you. I bought a little bit of stock.
Whatīd you buy?
Itīs this pharmaceutical company. Itīs poised for a big jump.
They make a new drug that helps...
premature babies survive the first three months.
Thatīs great. Yeah, thatīs great.
- So how much did you buy? - Nothing crazy. J ust 1 00 shares.
- At what price? - Eight dollars. Itīs okay. Relax.
Okay. So, howīd you even know who to call?
- Actually, he called me. - Who did?
Seth Davis, the broker.
Heīs a really great guy. Heīs a family man, actually.
How did he get your name?
- I have no idea. - Doesnīt that worry you?
Itīs just-- Itīs okay. Relax, all right?
- Okay. - Itīs a small investment.
And līm just testing this guy out.
If he doesnīt show us any gains, I wonīt do business with him again.
Okay.
I donīt know why the hell I walkedin there.
Things were going well forme.
Ihadpassed the Series Seven and was closing my 40 accounts for Greg.
I didn īt wanna go in. Ireally didn īt.
But part ofme had to know what Michael was doing in there the week before.
And why would they be walking into the building next door?
The place was empty.
I shouldīve just let it go.
- Do we have parking? - Again? Why?
I want the garage.
Do we have the same security guy or what?
- Are these hooked up? - Yeah. All that stuff.
If the heat comes and we have to jump, how long will it take to move the firm?
- Under two hours, literally. - Everything.
- Theyīll can make calls that afternoon. - Okay.
All right. I gotta get back to that phone call, but--
My first thought was that we were moving to nicer offices.
Nice thought.
I came to realize it was a quick out for Michael if things got out of hand.
Miss Halprin. Special Agent Drew, F.B.I. This is Agent Etkin.
Weīd like to talk to you about your relationship with Seth Davis...
and about your motherīs health.
Didnīt take me long to close the 40 accounts.
I was closing five a day, sometimes six. Just killing it.
Greg certainly didn īt make it easy, though.
But I was focused.
I was about to start making the serious dough.
I was about to be on my own.
All right. At the house. Sheryl. Yes.!
My first whale. My first account. My book, baby.
Seth, I hate to bust in on your little victory speech...
but thatīs your 40th account.
Iīm out of the junior broker program. I donīt work for you no more.
Thatīs true. Youīre out, but that accountīs mine.
What? Fuck that. No, I keep the 40th.
- No, you donīt. - What?
Wait a minute. Is this about Abby?
Are you that fucking bitter?
I made a lot of money for you in the past three months.
More than any other trainee.
Youīre not listening to me, all right? I couldnīt do it if I wanted to.
What-- Rules are rules, man.
Oh, man!
Donīt be a dick. You know you can bend the rules.
I gave each one of my guys their 40th. Come on.
Do me a favor. Shut your fucking mouth. Okay? līm not talking to you.
You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you!
Youīre on my team. You understand that?
I am not on yours.
Donīt you ever forget that, bitch.
Howīs everybody doing?
I wanted to congratulate you all on a huge month.
For any ofyou not yet convinced...
these were the top dogs of the month: Jim Young, $280,000;
Chris Varick, $205,000;
and Greg Weinstein, $190,000.
This monthīs gonna be bigger.
Itīs actually gonna be the biggest month we ever had.
I got a new issue I wanna talk to you about. Okay?
Itīs called Med Patent.
Theyjust designed the worldīs first retractable syringe.
That means that nurses and doctors will never again...
have to worry about infection from dirty needles.
This is not going to be an alternative in the medical world.
This is gonna be the standard.
We all know that weīre here to make money.
But if we can do something good like this, itīs all the better.
So I want you to go out...
and buy yourselves a new car.
Go buy yourself a house. Go into debt.
You are gonna make a million dollars inside of six months.
Now onto matters of recreation. Weīre gonna take a class trip tonight.
So call your moms and tell them not to wait up!
Weīre players now, boys! Letīs celebrate! Salute!
Whatīs wrong?
Nothinī.
Seth, I know you.
J ust work.
Itīs your father, isnīt it?
No, no, everythingīs great with my dad.
Heīs taking me out to lunch next week on his request.
- Do you know how happy that makes me? - I do.
You know-- I mean, itīs all based on this job...
this very legitimate, respectable job...
that he can tell his friends about during the Yom Kippur appeal.
But līll take it. I mean--
Oh, fuck.
Iīm so fuckinī close.
You know? And līm fucking it up.
I mean, l--
How are you fucking it up?
I went to the Med Patent office this morning, and there isnīt one.
Itīs cardboard. Thereīs nothing.
Thereīs no employees.
Thereīs no research and development. Nothing.
I found out how Michaelīs making his money.
Weīre selling stock for companies that donīt exist.
- Do you know what bridge financing is? - No.
Basically, itīs a way to raise capital...
for a company thatīs trying to go public.
They get money from outside investors.
Theyīre the bridge. And itīs perfectly legal...
as long as thereīs no connection between the investors and the firm.
But Michaelīs fronting his friends as the investors on every l.P.O. we do.
So thatīs why all the names on the contracts are the same.
Right. Then he has us push it all on the open market.
Weīre basically selling Michaelīs shares.
Thatīs where the two-dollar rips come in.
He can pay us that much, and itīs worth it for him...
because he depends on us to literally create the market for him.
Thereīs no other firm selling this shit. Itīs all artificial demand.
As soon as we sell off his position...
thereīs no need to maintain the inflated price anymore.
- We stop pushing it, and then-- - And then it crashes.
Right.
But, I mean, how does that really affect me?
Iīm just selling stock. Thereīs nothing wrong with that.
So I know now how Michael makes his own money.
And I know that līm not working at Goldman Sachs...
but we already know that.
So how does this really change anything?
I donīt know, Seth. You tell me.
What?
J.T. Marlin. How may I direct your call?
I think līll just talk toyou.
Why are you calling me here?
Timeīs running out, Abby. Ineed to know what heīs doing.
You know what? līm getting a little bit tired of this.
I donīt even know why I talked to you. You have nothing on me.
Iīm gonna hang up this phone now.
Youīre putting all the deals through.
Your signatureīs on every sell ticket. So go ahead, hang up.
Weīllsenda caroverforyou this afternoon.
Goddamn it, you fuckinī guys!
Iīm gonna keep this short, okay?
You passed your Sevens over a month ago.
Sethīs the only one thatīs opened 40 accounts for his team leader.
When I was a junior broker, I did it in 26 days. Okay?
Youīre not sending out press packets anymore.
None of this "Debbie the Time-Life operator" bullshit.
So get on the phones! ltīs time to get to work!
Get offyour ass! Move around! Motion creates emotion!
I remember one time I had this guy call me up, wanted to pitch me.
Right? Wanted to sell me stock, so I let him.
I got every fuckinī rebuttal out of this guy.
Kept him on the phone for an hour and half.
Towards the end, I asked him questions like, "Whatīs the firm minimum?"
Thatīs a buying question. Right there, that guyīs gotta take me down.
Itīs not like "Whatīs your 800 number?" Thatīs a fuck-off question.
I was giving him a run, and he blew it.
To a question like, "What is the firm minimum?"
The answer is zero.
You donīt like the idea; donīt pick up a single share.
But this putz is telling me, you know, " Uh, 1 00 shares."
Wrong answer! No!
You have to be closing all the time!
And be aggressive. Learn how to push.
Talk to īem. Ask īem questions.
Askīem rhetorical questions. It doesnīt matter.
Anything. Just get a "yes" out of īem.
"lfyouīre drowning and I throw a life jacket, would you grab it?" " Yes!"
"Good. Pick up 200 shares. I wonīt let you down."
Ask īem how theyīd like to see 30, 40% returns.
What are they gonna say? " No"? " Fuck you"?
"l donīt wanna see those returns"? Stop laughing. Itīs not funny.
Ifyou canīt learn to close, you better start thinking about another career.
And I am deadly serious about that. Dead fuckinī serious!
And have your rebuttals ready.
A guy says, "Call me tomorrow"? Bullshit!
Somebody tells you they got money problems buying 200 shares is lying.
You know what I say to that?
I say, " Look, man. Tell me you donīt like my firm.
Tell me you donīt like my idea. Tell me you donīt like my necktie.
But donīt tell me you canīt put together 2,500 bucks.īī
And there is no such thing as a no-sale call.
A sale is made on every call you make.
Either you sell the client some stock, or he sells you on a reason he canīt.
Either way, a sale is made.
The only question is, "Whoīs gonna close?" You or him?
And be relentless. Thatīs it. Iīm done.
When I say this man was a loser, I was saying to myself...
"What are you doing getting involved with a divorcé?"
It didnīt work the first time, it wonīt work the second. Thatīs your phone.
- I should let you go. Iīll scoot. - Yes?
- Hi, Harry. How you doing? - Seth, did you get my calls?
Yeah, līm sorry. Itīs just been crazy around here.
Whatīs happening with Farrow Tech? ltīs down five points.
I think we should--
- I wanna sell it. - You wanna sell now? The stockīs down.
You donīt make money buying high and selling low.
So whatīs going on? Tell me why we shouldnīt get out now.
All right. Hereīs the deal.
I told you things would happen in 60 days. Itīs only been 20 so far.
The situation here is explosive, and I wanted to get you involved.
Iīve been busy gathering information. The stockīs down for tech reasons.
It just came off the restricted list, but itīs still the same company.
As a matter of fact, Farrowīs been doing nothing but signing more contracts.
- Itīs looking like our next big one. - Guys, listen up.
Harry, līm sorry. Can you hold on a second?
Hey! Shut the fuck up!
I just got word from Michael.
The rip on Farrow Tech is now three dollars.
Harry, listen to this.
Jesus Christ. Whatīs going on over there?
See what līm saying? People know! The whole place is going nuts.
Itīs already up a point, and it just came off the restricted list.
Iīm advising all my clients to get in on this, and heavy.
You get the same stock we picked up at eight, only now itīs at four.
-When it was at 8, I said itīd go to 20. -Yes, you did.
Itīs still going there, probably higher. This doesnīt change anything...
except youīre making more money than you did before.
I liked it at eight. I love it at four. Itīs an average down for you.
- A what? - Itīs called dollar-cost averaging.
If you own 100 shares at 10 dollars, and you pick up another 100 at 5...
thatīs 200 shares at 7.50 a share.
If I get you involved at 10, I take you out at 15...
how many points did I make you?
- Five. - Exactly. But at seven and a half..
if I take you out at 15, thatīs 7 1/2 points.
- Thatīs better, isnīt it? - Yeah, but l--
Let me close the door to my office. One second.
I also have a bullet on it. A few days ago, Dan Dorfman on CN BC...
put a heavy buy recommendation on Farrow Tech.
Listen to me. I just called a broker friend at another firm...
and had him pick me up 50,000 shares under my sister-in-lawīs name.
Iīm gonna put all my kids through college with this stock.
I have 1 ,000 more calls to make.
I have to call every one of my clients and give īem the same opportunity.
You remember when we first spoke? I told you that this firm...
only has six or seven great ideas a year?
Well, this is one of those ideas.
I remember you saying something about wanting to buy a house, right?
Yeah.
Howīdyou like topay forit tomorrowin cash?
- Are you serious? - Serious as cancer.
Okay, all I have is...
the 50,000 from our savings account.
Seth, you got a call on line three.
Look, thatīs my secretary. I have to go.
Whatīs it gonna be, Harry?
This kid is really good.
God, heīs gonna go down hard.
You think I wanna live in this apartment the rest of my life?
Sometimes I wonder.
Iīm the one that got the raise. Try and remember that.
- Iīm the one that goes out every day-- - You canīt keep using that.
Iīve told you a million times that I will get a job.
But you forbid it, then you use it against me.
Weīll buy the house!
With what? That was our savings, remember?
The stockīs gonna go up! Seth promised!
No, get out of it. Sell it all tomorrow morning.
I spoke to Howard Goldberg over at Prudential.
You lied again, you unbelievable piece of shit.
You lied to all of us.
He told me aboutJ.T. Marlin.
Itīs a chop shop, Seth.
Youīve been selling their shit all this time.
How many people have you fucked over? Tell me. How many?
All that bullshit about them...
wanting you to know how the business works.
The great training program, remember?
All the profits you made for your customers?
Did you do anything for them? Did you make them any money at all?
Oh, God. Iīm done with you, Seth. This is it. Iīve had it.
I donīt wanna see you again.
I donīt want you to come to the house. I donīt want you to call.
This is worse than the casino. Youīve been stealing.
Look at me.
Youīre destroying peopleīs lives.
Iīm tellingyou, heīs about to make a move.
No! I canīt afford to leave him out there any longer.
This girlfriend of his may have already tipped him off.
- He could run at any time. - She hasnīt, sir.
How could you possibly know that?
And ifyouīre right and sheīs so loyal to you...
then why hasnīt she given us any information yet?
I want Davis brought in by the end of the week. Period.
Thereīll be a lot of heat coming down īcause of what Farrow Tech did.
So be smart on the phone. Calm people down.
The stocks dropped 86%% from yesterdayīs close.
I donīt want people dumping their shares, understand?
Isaac, I got a Mr. Klastow. Heīs super hot.
Fuck! I gotta deal with this guy now?
You wanna transfer your account out? Go ahead.
Youīre gonna transfer to some broker who doesnīt owe you shit.
Iīm sorry we couldnīt foresee this when we first came to you with the stock.
I lost you $60,000.
There is no one who wants to make that money back for you more than l.
Whenīs the last time you closed something?
You couldnīt close a fuckinī window, you moron!
What the fuck is this? What is this?
You think līm gonna sign a sell ticket for you?
Whatīd I just say?
Get him back on the phone and explain the situation to him.
Get on the phone! No one is gonna unload today, you hear me? No one.
Youīre a mutt.
Seth, līve got a Harry Reynard on the phone.
Yeah, put him through.
- Hi, Harry. I was gonna call you. - I want my money back.
- Look, Harry, - I know youīre pissed.
We had a setback, but donīt worry. Itīs become a gold stock.
I plan to bring you eight or nine points over the course of this year.
People are talking about it like itīs the next Microsoft.
Listen, līm in a heap of trouble here. I need that money back.
It was supposed to be a down payment for a house for my family...
and now weīre gonna lose the house.
- Itīs gonna rebound. - Seth, I need the money back!
Iīm sorry, Harry. I canīt do that.
Please, Seth, I need the money back!
I have to go.
Hello? Hello?
If he calls back, līm not here.
J.T. Marlin.
- Seth Davis. - May lask whoīs calling?
- Itīs Harry Reynard. - Hejuststeppedout fora meeting.
Oh, God! Damn it!
I wish my dadcouldīve stepped into the casino just once.
He wouldīve had to be impressed.
Four employees, an organized payroll, huge client list.
Itīs funny looking back. The illegal business I was running...
was the most legitimate thing lhadgoing.
I looked my customers in the eye and provided a service they wanted.
Now, I donīt even lookat my customers...
and l push them something they never asked for.
What are you doing here, Seth?
I thought I told you I didnīt want to see you again.
I need to talk to you.
What is it?
I want out of the firm.
Great. Leave. I donīt care what you do anymore.
Iīll tell you this, your coming here is unacceptable to me.
- Do you want to cost me my judgeship? - No.
I canīt have any connection to you.
I wanna get out of the firm like you told me to.
- I just need your help. - What do you need my help for?
Youīre getting out. Fine. Whatever.
I donīt care if you stay there or not. J ust get out of here!
I wanted to--
There was this investment that I wanted to tell you about.
Oh, Seth. Please. Youīve gotta be kidding me.
No-- I mean, you can make a lot of money.
- Seth, you listen to me-- - We could make a couple big trades...
thatJ.T. Marlin wants you to invest in...
and then when the next l.P.O. comes out--
No, stop. Are you asking me to go in on a stock scam with you?
What, are you out ofyour fucking mind? Are you nuts? Listen.
I think itīs time for you to--
Do you remember this day?
Yes, of course. I bought you that bike.
Do you remember what happened about a month after that?
All right. What is it? What do you want from me?
Do you remember when I broke-- when I broke my leg?
Yes, Seth, I remember you broke your leg.
What is it? You were hysterical! I had to get you to stop!
My fucking leg...
was broken.
Iīm sorry-- Iīm sorry I couldnīt...
get the job that you wanted me to have.
But-- I mean-- Who gives a shit?
īCause līm good at what I do, Dad.
Iīm good at what I do!
And the casino-- The casino was a fucking business...
and I ran it pretty fuckinī well, Dad!
- And to think that I closed it for you! - Wait, wait.
Wait. When did you close it?
And then I got this job īcause I thought it was what you wanted me to be doing!
Seth, wait a second. When did you close it?
And I tried-- I tried to make the changes that you wanted me to!
And līm leaving J.T. now!
Iīm just asking you for this one thing. J ust this one thing, please!
Help your son!
I canīt, Seth. I canīt. Iīm sorry.
What are you gonna do now?
Iīm still gonna do it. I have a friend thatīll go in with me.
If I do it right, I can takeJ.T. for at least 300 grand.
- My father can go to hell. - Seth, my mom.
- Iīm sorry. - I donīt think you should do it.
- I think you should just quit. - I told you...
Iīve invested too much time in this.
I have no more money coming in anymore...
becauseJeff tanked my fucking gold mine.
I need this.
I could hook you up with my friend that works over at Smith Barney.
- I know you can get a job there. - Doing what? Ticket running?
You think coming from J.T. Marlin, theyīll let me trade? No fuckinī way.
Why are you so against this? What do you care if I pull this off?
This is gonna be great for both of us.
Seth, I just have a bad feeling about all this.
- I gotta go. - Seth, I need to talk to you.
Iīve just got to figure something out.
I need to tell you something. Please donīt walk out.
Abby, can you come in here for a second?
Yeah, Mom, one sec-- Seth. Fuck.
Mommy, whatīs going on?
Okay. Get that. Letīs go.
- Mom, where are we going? - Letīs just go.
Yeah, I know.
You went too far this time.
Well, then, when youīd figured it out, you shouldīve said something.
No, he certainly hasnīt helped any.
But he loves you, Seth.
Do you know that?
Itīs important that you know that.
Line three.
- Seth Davis here. - Hi, Seth. How are you?
- Dad? - Yep.
Listen, can I change your mind about doing this l.P.O. scheme?
No, līm sorry.
Iīve already gone in with somebody.
Well, then, līm gonna help you out with this.
Youīre gonna do it with me?
No, Seth. You know I canīt do that...
but at least I can make sure you donīt get caught.
Iknowsomebody overat Ellis Proud...
and they can talk to you about it.
So, why donītyou come over to the house tomorrownight?
Thank you, Dad. Iīm so glad you called.
Me too.
Okay, kiddo. Tomorrow night.
Okay.
So, do you wanna talk to me, or-- I mean--
I donīt know what to tell you.
Letīs think about this whole thing. Ifyou pull this l.P.O. deal off...
and līm associated with you, what do you think will happen to me?
- But they canīt prove anything. - Who says they have to?
Iīm gonna lose myjob unless I put some distance between us right now.
Who cares about that? līm gonna take care ofyou.
Look, you are the one real thing in my life right now.
Get out of the car, please.
You are under arrest for violation of 26 S.E.C. and N.A.S.D. regulations.
What the hell is going on out here?
Seth, līm gonna get you out of this.
-J ust donīt call my father. - Get back in the car, Abby.
Why is he here right now? He didnīt do anything.
Seth, what the hell is going on?
- Youīve been talking to them about me. - Of course not!
- What is he doing here right now? - Seth, are you sure?
Of course līm sure. I didnīt say anything.
All right. Thatīs it. I am out of here in three seconds...
unless you can charge me with something.
Can I change your mind about doing the l.P. O. scheme?
Well, then līm gonna help you out. I know somebody over at Ellis Proud.
At least I can make sure you donītget caught.
Oh, my God.
So, what doyou want from me?
I want you to testify.
- Well, what are you offering? - Full immunity.
- And what happens with my father? - He wonīt do any time.
Seth, I havenīt done anything illegal.
So, whatīs the deal, then?
The deal is I lose my judgeship just going along for the ride.
- I have nothing to do with that. - Whatīs that supposed to mean?
Are you gonna release the tape to the press?
Makes your case more glamorous with the involvement of a federal judge.
- No. No, no. No deal. - Why?
No, you take my father out the back, and you bring him home.
He has nothing to do with this case.
I swear to God, if he ends up in one newspaper, I do not testify.
And I mean that.
For me, itīd be worth going to jail for.
- You serious? - What do you think?
Before we get ahead of ourselves, just what are you offering?
Iīm gonna hand you this case on a silver fucking platter.
I know everything you donīt. I know how it all works.
I know how Michael makes his money.
I know how he hides it.
I know who he goes in with.
I even know where he moves if you guys get too close.
I know everything!
So tell me what happens now.
You go back to work tomorrow like nothing happened, for one day.
I need your client book and your whole "C" drive backed up onto floppy.
- And we have to hold you overnight. - Just a minute, please.
Please, I want a couple of moments alone with my son.
- Iīm sorry-- - David, letīs give them a moment.
I am so sorry. I am so fuckinī sorry.
Seth, just let me speak.
When I came up to you behind that car...
it was the hardest thing I ever had to bear...
because all I wanted to do was make your pain disappear.
I donīt even know how to describe the feeling.
I just want you to know one thing.
Not a day of my life has gone by that I donīt think about that moment...
that I donīt dream about being back there just to have one more chance.
I am more sorry than you will ever know.
You know that E!īs got that bathing suit thing going.
French Riviera. Itīs on tonight.
The guy was an idiot. He acted like he was from Staten lsland. No--
Hi, youīve reached the Reynards. Please leave a message.
Thanks. Have a nice day.
Hey, Harry. Itīs Seth Davis.
- Are you there? - Isaac, your mother on line three.
You know, about the way things went, I just--
I found a way to get your money back.
I just need you to call me back, all right?
George, get me a coffee. Thanks.
So call me.
What?
- Hi. - Whatīs up?
- I want to talk to you about a client. - Yeah.
- His name is Harry Reynard. - I donīt know him.
I think you should, because weīre about to lose him.
He dropped $50,000 on Farrow Tech this week alone.
And you want to do what?
I want to keep him here.
I think that we should give him a chunk of the Med Patent l.P.O.
We donīt hand out l.P.O. to somebody who had a bad day on the market.
Look, Michael, this guy is a fucking whale...
and heīs gonna do an obscene amount of business with this firm.
- Youīre somehow sure of this. - Yeah, the guy completely trusts me.
He doesnīt even need the money.
He owns the biggest foods company in Wisconsin.
He just wants to know weīre gonna do right by him.
How many trades has he made?
Two.
But he made a second trade a week after I opened him.
Look, the guyīs pretty fuckinī sour on Farrow Tech...
and heīs gonna walk.
I just think we need to make him a little money on this next l.P.O....
and let him take it for a ride.
What did Greg say?
Heīs busy closing somebody. I didnīt want to bother him.
Well, go get him.
Hey, Greg. Michael wants to see you.
I donīt know what he told you, but līve had it with this shit.
This is a business, all right? He should be making calls...
not in here bitching about personal petty shit between me and him.
Seth was talking about giving Med Patent l.P.O. to Harry Reynard.
What-- Are you fucking kidding me?
First of all, I donīt even know this guy Reynard.
No way. Heīs totally unreliable. What are you doing?
Guy dropped 50 large on Farrow Tech this week.
Thatīs great. But I have lots of clients who deserve l.P.O. more than this guy.
Clients whoīve been with me six months...
taken losses and continue to trade.
- And heīs one of īem, asshole. - You see what līm dealing with here?
- What do you mean, "heīs one of them "? - Heīs one of Gregīs clients.
What?
I opened him when I was closing my 40 accounts for you.
Iīm just his contact here. Heīs your client.
Iīm not gonna make a dime off this trade.
No wonder the guyīs pissed off.
His own broker doesnīt even know heīs a fuckinī client here.
Fine.
Give him 1 0,000 shares.
He just canīt sell it before we say so.
- Great. Okay. - No joke, Seth.
He cannot sell it before we sell it.
- At least six months, you understand? - Absolutely. Absolutely.
Greg, līm sure you donīt have a problem with this.
Can you get the fuck out of my office?
Fine.
What the fuck are you doing?
Stand up! You cannot sit down for the rest of the fuckinī day!
You cannot sit down ever again! Okay?
Seth, line two.
- Hello? - Itīs time, Seth.
Getgoing.
Iīm going to lunch, boys.
Whatīs this about? You okay?
I need you to sign a sell ticket for a client of mine.
Fuck Greg! Letīs fuckinī deal with--
- Letīs talk to Michael. - No, wait. Wait, wait.
Chris, I got arrested last night.
What?
The F.B.I. arrested me.
The F.B.I.? Why the fuck would the F.B.I. arrest you?
Because of my involvement in this firm.
Your involvement in the firm? What the fuck does that mean?
Come on, Chris. You know what that means.
No, I donīt know what that means. What does that mean?
- What the fuck did you tell īem? - No. No.
No, they knew everything, man. They had photographs.
They had-- They had tape-recorded conversations.
They brought my father in, you know. I mean--
- Chris, there was nothing I could do. - What did you do?
Chris, the F.B.I. are gonna raid the place in 20 minutes.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Fuck, Seth!
Come on, man.
I asked you for months about shit going down here...
and you told me to shut the fuck up.
You said get ready to be a millionaire!
Thatīs right. Shut the fuck up. Thatīs all you had to do.
Didnīt you learn anything?
I learned how to fuck people out of their money.
Harry Reynard just lost his life savings.
And he wasnīt a whale.
He was just some poor schmuck, and I took him.
I did everything thatJ.T. Marlin taught me to do...
and I made up his mind for him.
What do you want me to tell you? Thatīs what we do here.
What? We lie? Weīre liars?
Seth, this--
Who are they coming for?
Theyīre coming for everybody, everything.
You know how hard I worked to get where I am?
No, Chris, you need to forget about that.
It doesnīt mean shit.
Right now at this moment is what you should be thinking about.
What are you gonna do in the next 15 minutes?
Theyīre gonna come in here, and make sure that we never trade...
another share of stock for the rest of our lives.
- But we can do something. - Whatīs that?
Harry, my client.
I need a senior broker to sign a sell ticket...
so he can take his shares...
and dump īem on the open market and make his money back.
Come on, Chris. Come on. Whatīs the difference?
Do one thing right here.
J ust sign it, please.
Thank you, Chris.
Iīm so sorry.
Iīm plagued by "what ifs" these days.
What if Greg hadnīt come over that night?
What if l hadn īt forgotten my bag...
or seen Michael walk into the building that day?
What if l had skipped over Harryīs card?
What are the chances? What are the odds?
Thatīs what I think about.
Hey, l ran a casino.
Itīs the next step l gotta figure out, īcause līm no lottery winner.
I tried slinging crack rock, and l never had a jump shot.
I gotta find a job.