Coleman For Redondo: SCENES FOR INDIRECT QUESTIONS AND PERSUASIVE LANGUAGE

BOILER ROOM: RECO SCENE

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.

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MARGIN CALL: Fat Cats and Starving Dogs

 INT. SENIOR EXECUTIVE DINING ROOM    - MOMENTS LATER

     The room has ten tables formally set that line a long wall of
     floor to ceiling windows with a commanding view of the city
     beyond. The room is empty except for JOHN TULD sitting at the
     last table. TULD looks a little surprised to see SAM but
     waves him down. SAM approaches.

                         JOHN TULD
               Sam, please sit. Congratulations are
               clearly in order.

                         SAM ROGERS
               Our guys did what they could.
                            

                            JOHN TULD
                  You did a hell of a job today, and I
                  thank you for it. Sit, excuse me for
                  eating but it's been a long day. Can I
                  get you anything?

                            SAM ROGERS
                  No, no thanks.

     They just sit in silence for a long beat as TULD takes a few
     more bites of his meal.

                            TULD
                  So what can I do for you?

                            SAM ROGERS
                  I want out.

                               TULD
                  I'm sorry?

                            SAM ROGERS
                  I'm done, I want out.

                            TULD
                  It's been a very difficult day, for
                  everyone.

                            SAM ROGERS
                  I need you to release my options, that is
                  if they're still worth anything after
                  today, and I need the bonus. I'm out.

                            TULD
                  You'll get the bonus, the options, and
                  keep your current base, but I need you to
                  stay with me for another 24 months. O.K?

     They look at each other, SAM seems to know it's not actually
     a question. SAM is a shell of himself as TULD takes another
     hearty bite of his meal. He finally looks up.

                            TULD (cont'd)
                  For God's sake man put a smile on your
                  face, you did some good today, you said
                  so yourself. I'm starting to feel a
                  little better about this whole thing.
                  You're one of the luckiest guys in the
                  world, you could've been digging ditches
                  all these years...

     SAM pushes back his chair, stands, and prepares to leave.


                         SAM ROGERS
               That's true, and if I had been at least
               there'd be some holes in the ground to
               show for it. I'm just not quite sure how
               we fucked this thing up so badly.

     This pushes TULD a bit too far. He also senses he may be
     losing SAM. He drops his fork, and his tone changes.

                         TULD
               Jesus, when did you start feeling so
               sorry for yourself, it's unbearable...
               What, you think we may have helped put
               some people out of business today? That
               it's all just for naught? Well you've
               been doing that everyday for almost forty
               years Sam. And if all this is for naught
               then so is everything else out there.
               It's just money, it's made up, a piece of
               paper with some pictures on it so we
               don't all kill each other trying to get
               something to eat. But it's not wrong and
               it's certainly not any different today
               than it's ever been. Ever. 1637, 1797,
               1819, `37, `57,`84, 1901, `07, 1929, `37,
               `73, and 1987... God damn did that
               motherfucker fuck me up good, 92, 97,
               2000, and whatever this is gonna be
               called. They're just the same thing over
               and over. We can't help ourselves, and
               you and I can't control it, stop it, slow
               it, or even ever so slightly alter it...
               We just react... and we get paid well for
               it if we're right... and get left by the
               side of the road if we're wrong. There's
               always been and there's always gonna be
               the same percentage of winners and
               losers, happy fucks and sad sacks, fat
               pigs and starving dogs in this world...
               yes there may be more of us today... but
               the percentages... they always stay
               exactly the same.

     They stare at each other for a long beat and then TULD looks
     down and takes another bite. He chews. He looks up again.

                         SAM ROGERS
               I'll do it John, but not because of your
               little speech, but because I need the
               money. I'm not sure how it could possibly
               be after all these years, but I need the
               money.

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GUSTAFSON OLDS GARAGE
Jerry is sitting in his glassed-in salesman's cubicle just
off the showroom floor. On the other side of his desk sit
an irate customer and his wife.

CUSTOMERWe sat here right in this room and
went over this and over this!

JERRYYah, but that TruCoat -

CUSTOMERI sat right here and said I didn't
want no TruCoat!

JERRYYah, but I'm sayin', that TruCoat,
you don't get it and you get
oxidization problems. It'll cost
you a heck of lot more'n five
hunnert -

CUSTOMERYou're sittin' here, you're talkin'
in circles! You're talkin' like
we didn't go over this already!

JERRYYah, but this TruCoat -

CUSTOMERWe had us a deal here for nine-
teen-five. You sat there and
darned if you didn't tell me
you'd get this car, these options,
WITHOUT THE SEALANT, for nine-
teen-five!

JERRYOkay, I'm not sayin' I didn't -

CUSTOMERYou called me twenty minutes ago
and said you had it! Ready to
make delivery, ya says! Come on
down and get it! And here ya are
and you're wastin' my time and
you're wastin' my wife's time and
I'm payin' nineteen-five for this
vehicle here!

JERRYWell, okay, I'll talk to my boss...

He rises, and, as he leaves:

JERRY... See, they install that TruCoat
at the factory, there's nothin' we
can do, but I'll talk to my boss.

The couple watch him go to a nearby cubicle.

CUSTOMERThese guys here - these guys!
It's always the same! It's always
more! He's a liar!

WIFEPlease, dear.

CUSTOMERWe went over this and over this -

NEARBY CUBICLE
Jerry sits perched on the desk of another salesman who is
eating lunch as he watches a hockey game on a small portable
TV.
JERRYSo you're goin' to the Gophers
on Sunday?

SALESMANYou bet.

JERRYYou wouldn't have an extra ticket
there?

SALESMANThey're playin' the Buckeyes!

JERRYYah.

SALESMANYa kiddin'!

JERRY'S CUBICLE
Jerry re-enters.

JERRYWell, he never done this before,
but seein' as it's special
circumstances and all, he says I
can knock one hunnert off that
TruCoat.

CUSTOMEROne hundred! You lied to me, Mr.
Lundegaard. You're a bald-faced
liar!

Jerry sits staring at his lap.

CUSTOMER... A fucking liar -

WIFEBucky, please!

Jerry mumbles into his lap:

JERRYOne hunnert's the best we can
do here.

CUSTOMEROh, for Christ's sake, where's my
goddamn checkbook. Let's get this
over with.

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