Boiler Room
                                 BOILER ROOM
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          EXT. GARDEN STATE PARKWAY - NIGHT

          Three luxury buses with blacked-out windows speed toward 
          Atlantic City.  A laser show explodes off of Trump Plaza.

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          INT. BUS - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          SETH DAVIS stares out the window.

          Seth is 20 years old.  No menacing physical presence but a 
          sharpness that you feel right off.  He's a smart kid.  
          Confident but edgy.  Eyes always darting.

          The bus is filled with 19 and 20 year olds.  They wear very 
          sharp suits: Hugo Boss, Armani, very slick.

          They're going nuts.  Cards games in the aisle.  Five guys 
          throwing dice in the back.  Booze and coke, yelling, 
          screaming.



          EXT. BUS - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

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



          INT. BALLY'S - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          A top level manager for Bally's runs toward them.  He greets 
          MICHAEL BRANDTLEY with a warm handshake.  Michael owns JT 
          MARLIN, the company that these kids work for.

                              MANAGER
                    Mr. Brantley, how are you?

                              MICHAEL
                    Great, great.

                              MANAGER
                    Would you prefer to go to the ballroom 
                    first, or are you going to hit the 
                    tables right off?

                              MICHAEL
                    Let's go to the room.  The boys look 
                    hungry.

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          INT. LARGE BALLROOM - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          A buffet and a full bar set up against a wall.  Staff members 
          are there to serve.  A huge projection TV occupies another 
          wall. 

          The doors open as we approach, and the group enters.  Seth 
          smiles widely as he enters.  The group has attacked the 
          buffet and the bar.  A large group of managers are snorting 
          coke off a glass coffee table.  A dice game is beginning.  At 
          least 30 guys are in front of the TV betting on a horse race.

                              RICHIE
                    Holy shit, that's the jockey from 
                    Venezuela.  He's a sicko.  I heard he 
                    weighs like forty-eight pounds.

                              CHRIS
                    No, 119, but you're close, slut.

                              RICHIE
                    Whatever.  Give me three to one on that 
                    skinny nigga.

                              GREG
                    Do me a favor, Richie...

                              RICHIE
                        (laughing)
                    You wanna throw down?

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

          Michael moves to the front of the room to make an 
          announcement.  He has a glass of wine in his hand.

                              MICHAEL
                    Quiet down a second.  I want you all to 
                    know that those pikers at the NASD are 
                    finally off our ass.  JT Marlin once 
                    again has unlimited trading 
                    authorization.  I told you guys, you 
                    can't keep a good man down.
                        (big applause)
                    We are the superstars now.  JP Morgan 
                    just faxed over their congratulations.  
                    It said, "Welcome to the Club."  This 
                    also means that the teams headed by Ron 
                    and Anthony who were good enough to 
                    give up their rep numbers, can stop 
                    cold calling and start trading again.  
                    Welcome back.  To show you guys just 
                    how appreciative I am, I have a little 
                    something extra for you.  
                    I want all of you guys from those teams 
                    to go up to suite 418.  We're players 
                    now, boys, let's celebrate it.  Salute!

          They all go wild.

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          INT. SUITE 418 - NIGHT (LATER)

          CLOSE UP ON RICHIE, a broker with a bad temper, who is 
          fucking a prostitute from behind on one of the double beds in 
          the room.  He's still half dressed.  There is nothing sensual 
          about it.

          We PAN OVER to the other bed where another broker is fucking 
          a prostitute.  The two men are looking at each other and 
          laughing.

          The women are quiet.  There is a lot of noise coming from the 
          hallway in the form of lewd CHEERS.

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          INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          There are 17 more guys waiting in line.

                              MARC
                    Take it to 'em, Richie!!

                              TODD
                    And take it quick, we're all waiting 
                    out here.

          Everyone laughs as we FADE TO BLACK.  It does down and then 
          one voice RINGS out, loud and crude.

                              VOICE
                    Put it in your ass!

                                                             FADE OUT.

                             THREE MONTHS EARLIER



          INT. RECEPTION AREA/JT MARLIN - MORNING

          We follow GREG FEINSTEIN through a reception office.  Greg is 
          a senior broker here at JT Marlin.  He walks tall, wears 
          expensive clothing, drives a Ferrari.  But if you look close 
          you can see the high school loser who made good. 

          An attractive secretary in her mid-twenties, DEBBIE HILLIARD, 
          picks her head up when Greg walks in.  Debbie is black.  
          She's street smart and has that "in the know" look about her.

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

                              GREG
                    Morning baby.  You wanna tell me where 
                    the fuck you were last night?

                              DEBBIE
                    Not particularly.  And don't call me 
                    baby.
                        (pauses)
                    Greg, I'm not sure how better to 
                    explain this to you, but it's over.

                              GREG
                    That what you think?

                              DEBBIE
                        (nonplussed)
                    Kiss off would you, I've got work to 
                    do.

          Greg, incensed, GRABS her by the arm as a group of brokers 
          walks in.  He tries to act like he's showing her something on 
          the computer but she angrily SHAKES loose of his grip.  Greg 
          leaves her and walks into...

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          INT. BOILER ROOM - MORNING (CONTINUOUS)

          ...the trading room of JT MARLIN.  The cold light of this 
          enormous room almost blinds the viewer.  The room is spartan.

          This is no traditional trading house.  Each broker's desk 
          touches another on either side as well as directly ahead.

          It looks like one very long cafeteria style table with 
          brokers sitting across from and next to each other.  There 
          are close to twenty brokers sitting at each table.  On the 
          tables are only two items, phones and index cards.  A 
          secretary is at the head of each table.  They answer incoming 
          calls.

          We move QUICKLY along one of the tables, passing brokers on 
          the phones, their pitches melding into one another.

                              BROKER #1
                    About how much would you say you have 
                    invested in the market right now?  More 
                    than a half million, less than...?

                              BROKER #2
                    No, no, no.  You don't want out now.  
                    I'm telling you this stock is going to 
                    thirty.  I'm in very heavy myself.  
                    Just stay put.

                              BROKER #3
                    I don't know if you've ever had the 
                    opportunity to purchase IPO before but 
                    we have a company that we're bringing 
                    to market in the next...

                              BROKER #4
                    Look, we have to move on this right 
                    now.  This is gonna happen in the next 
                    week.  We don't want to marry this 
                    stock.  We're in we're out...

                              GREG
                    No, I understand why you'd be 
                    concerned.  You just have to calm down 
                    for a second.  You see nothing's 
                    changed.  Our game plan's the same.  
                    Look, this is off the record, but I 
                    spoke to the controller this morning.  
                    He assured me that they will be 
                    reporting better than expected third 
                    quarter earnings next month.
                        (soothing)
                    Right.  See I'm telling you, just sit 
                    tight, everything's fine.  It's type 
                    two buying power.  You're golden.  Call 
                    me in a month from now when you're 
                    rich.  Bye.

          One of Greg's trainees, MARC, approaches with a stack of 
          cards.

                              MARC
                    Here you go, Greg.

                              GREG
                    I hope these are better than the last 
                    batch of shit you gave me.  You produce 
                    more wood than Ron Jeremy.

                              MARC
                    What?  What do you mean?

                              GREG
                    I see you making your calls.  Listen to 
                    me, you can't just get on the phone and 
                    say, 'Can I send you some information?'  
                    If you want them off the phone so bad, 
                    why don't you just hang up?  You have 
                    to excite them about things.  
                    You want them to beg for a broker on 
                    that first call.

          Debbie walks through the trading floor to drop a package off 
          at a broker's desk.  Greg watches, seething.

                              MARC
                    You're right.  I freeze up when...

                              GREG
                    Just stop pussying out every time 
                    someone picks up the phone; it's what 
                    you want.

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          INT. QUEENS COLLEGE DINING HALL - DAY

          Three students sit at a table eating lunch.  They're all 
          white, 19 years old, come from families with money.

                              KID
                    You still owe me twenty-five bucks.

          His friend has a hamburger in his mouth as he hears this and 
          almost spits it out to answer.

                              KID 2
                    From what?

                              KID
                    I spotted you at Douglaston last week.  
                    Remember?  The birdie on nine?

                              KID 2
                    Oh yeah, yeah.

          He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bunch of chips 
          from a casino.  He lays them out on the table and counts out 
          $25.  All of the chips say "Seth's" on them.

                              KID 2 (CONT'D)
                    Here you go.  Now pass me the 
                    sauerkraut, you stank ho.

          He takes the chips, counts them, and drops them in his shirt 
          pocket.  The third friend's interest is perked.

                              KID 3
                    Yo, where did you get those?

                              KID
                    Mind your fucking business.

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          EXT. HOUSE - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          A black Acura pulls up in front of an attached home in New 
          Garden Hills, Queens.  The boys from school get out of the 
          car and go up to the front door.

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          INT. SETH'S BEDROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          A comforter hangs in front of the window.  Nothing is in 
          order except for a desk in the corner with a ledger book on 
          it.  

          A hard KNOCKING is heard and Seth stirs in his sleep.  The 
          knocking is heard again and this time Seth straightens up.

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          INT. DOORWAY - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          Seth comes running down the stairs.  The knocking is steady 
          now.  He opens the door to Josh's raised fist about to knock.

                              SETH
                    Sorry about that.

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          INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          There are two full-size couches and a coffee table.  A large-
          screen TV, VCR, and Sega game system sit in one corner.  The 
          windows in the room are covered by red-velvet curtains.

          The centerpieces of the room are two blackjack tables.  
          They're for real -- professional felts, cash boxes, stools.

          Seth hits the lights.  He stands there in sweat pants and a 
          "cunning linguist" T-shirt, dealing to the three kids.

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          EXT. HOUSE - DAY

          Seth stands at the door of an affluent looking home in 
          Flatbush.  After one knock, his mother comes to the door.

                              MOTHER
                    I'm just saying, this isn't good, Seth.  
                    You're late and your father's really 
                    upset with you.  He won't even tell me 
                    what it is.  I just wanted to warn you.

          She goes back to the kitchen before Seth can respond.  He 
          opens the screen door and walks in.  He's nervous.



          INT. HOUSE - DAY

          His family is eating dinner.  Seth's father, MARTY DAVIS, 
          does not even look up from his plate.  Marty is a Federal 
          Judge.  He's an intimidating man both in his work and 
          personal life.

          Seth moves toward the empty seat.  His younger brother NEIL, 
          is happy to see him though.

                              NEIL
                    What's up, Seth?

                              SETH
                    Hey bro, how's school?

                              MARTY
                    That's a good question.  You want to 
                    tell me what happened, Seth?

                              NEIL
                    We didn't know if you were still 
                    coming.

                              SETH
                    There was traffic.

                              MARTY
                    So?

                              SETH
                    Don't you want to wait till after 
                    dinner?

                              MOTHER
                    Yeah, I think that's a better...

                              MARTY
                    Answer the question.

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

                              SETH
                    I dropped out.

                              MARTY
                    Tell me why.

                              SETH
                    I gave it a year Dad, it's not for me.  
                    I'm sure of it.

                              MARTY
                    So you've been lying to our faces for 
                    six months now.  Six months.  Schools 
                    fine, Dad.  My grades are good, Dad.  
                    Okay, let's leave that for a second.  
                    If you dropped out then you're not 
                    getting your student loan checks 
                    anymore.  Right?  I want to know how 
                    you're making rent every month.

                              SETH
                    Dad, please don't ask me that.

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

                              MOTHER
                    You're dealing drugs, aren't you?

                              SETH
                    No, of course not.  I'm not a drug 
                    dealer, Mom.

                              MOTHER
                    Well, what are you doing?  This is 
                    making me nervous, Seth.

                              SETH
                    Okay.  There's a business I'm running.  
                    But I'm earning my money honestly.

          Marty reaches into his pocket and takes out a handful of 
          chips from Seth's casino, SLAMMING them down on the table.

                              MARTY
                    Is this what you call earning a living?

                              MOTHER
                        (hysterical)
                    What are those, Marty?  Are those 
                    drugs?

                              SETH
                    Yes, it's an honest living.  Ask any of 
                    my customers.

                              MARTY
                    Customers?  What are you talking about?  
                    They're people's children from this 
                    community.  
                    How do you think I got these?  Anyway, 
                    it's illegal!  You're running a back-
                    door card game!  How do you think this 
                    reflects on me?  I'm a judge for 
                    Christ's sake!  If this ever gets 
                    out...

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

                              MARTY (CONT'D)
                    Are you listening to me?!!

                              SETH
                    Yes.

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          INT. SETH'S CASINO - NIGHT

          The room is now filled with people.  The television is 
          blasting out a Knicks game.  The tables are at their 
          capacity.  Many more stand around placing bets on the 
          dealer's hand.

          Seth is dealing on one table and one of his employees, JEFF, 
          an even younger looking kid, deals at another.  One patron is 
          at the center of all the action.  He looks very nervous about 
          the stakes he's playing.

                              SETH
                        (stone cold)
                    That's sixteen.

                              CASINO PATRON
                    Hit me.

          Seth puts a King on top of his hand.

                              SETH
                    And bust.  I'm sorry.

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

                              CASINO PATRON
                    Fuck!  I cannot win a fucking hand 
                    tonight.

                              SETH
                    Hey Steve!

                              STEVE (O.S.)
                    Yeah?

          STEVE is the new guy there.

                              SETH
                    Get in here.
                        (to patron)
                    What kind of soda you like?

                              CASINO PATRON
                        (still angry)
                    I don't care!

          Steve is standing at the other table struggling with the 
          plastic on a new carton of Marlboros.  He hands out packs to 
          customers, then makes his way over to Seth's table.

                              SETH
                        (holding out car keys)
                    Here, take my car and go get Mike a 
                    coke and a falafel.  You hungry?

                              CASINO PATRON
                        (surprised)
                    Yeah, yeah... sure.  Why not?

                              SETH
                    Come on, Mike.  It's a roller coaster, 
                    ups and downs.  You know that.  
                    Alright, place your bets.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. SETH'S CASINO - NIGHT (LATER)

          The room is near empty.  The clock on the wall reads 3:00 AM.  
          The last two kids there finally call it quits.  No more 
          money.

                              SETH
                    See ya guys.

                              KID (O.S.)
                    Fuck you!

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

          Seth removes the cash boxes and spills the money onto the 
          table.  There is easily $5,000 there.  He begins to count, 
          straightening each bill out as he goes along.

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          EXT. SETH'S DRIVEWAY - NIGHT

          A black Ferrari rips around the corner.  Greg and Adam emerge 
          from the car.  Adam knocks as Greg squeezes past him.



          INT. CASINO - NIGHT

          Seth jerks his head up from the table.  He puts the money 
          aside, writes a figure on a pad, and walks toward the door.

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          EXT. DOOR - NIGHT

                              ADAM
                    He's not gonna let you in.  He doesn't 
                    know you.  The kid's not stupid, Greg.

          A small makeshift metal plate slides open on the wooden door 
          and we see Seth's eyes looking at the pair.

          SETH'S POV

                              SETH
                    Who's this?

                              ADAM (O.S.)
                    This is my boy Greg.

          The plate closes and the door swings open.

                              SETH
                    We thought we were done for the night.

                              ADAM
                    Is it too late to get a couple of hands 
                    in?

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

          Steve takes their coats and hangs them in the closet.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Hey Steve, go grab a couple of 
                    sandwiches.

          Seth leads them over to the tables and discreetly puts the 
          cash away.  Greg takes notice.  Seth shuffled the cards.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Okay, house rules are as follows.  We 
                    play Las Vegas with the exception of a 
                    particular side bet.  You can bet over-
                    under thirteen on the dealer's hand 
                    with a loss occurring on blackjack.

                              GREG
                    That's cute, like the green spot on a 
                    roulette wheel.

          Seth does not respond.

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    How many idiots take that bet?

                              SETH
                    More than you'd think.

          Greg laughs and then removes a huge wad of cash.

                              ADAM
                    Alright give me... four hundred 
                    dollars.

                              GREG
                    You didn't say anything about the 
                    betting.

                              SETH
                    What were you thinking?

                              GREG
                    Five hundred Max?

          Steve, who has just walked in with the sandwiches stops dead 
          after hearing Greg's suggestion.

                              SETH
                    We don't usually service that level of 
                    action here... but I'd hate to turn 
                    away a new customer.  Thing is, we may 
                    not have enough cash here to settle you 
                    at the end of the night.

                              GREG
                    That's okay.  You can pay me tomorrow.

                              SETH
                        (laughs)
                    Sure.  How much you want?

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

                              GREG
                    Five dimes.

          Seth counts out the money on the table.

                              SETH
                    In what denomination?

                              GREG
                    Denomination?  Ummm, I'll take three 
                    Puerto Ricans, two Chinks and a Guinea.

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

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    I'll let you mix it up for me.

          Seth takes the money and pushes it into the cash box.  He 
          then counts up $5,000 in chips for Greg.

                              ADAM
                    You're such a prick.  Gotta make me 
                    feel like I'm playing at the kiddie 
                    table.

                              GREG
                    If the shoe fits, baby.  Oh shit.  You 
                    got real chips.

          Holding them up to Adam.

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                        (laughing)
                    Look, they even say "Seth's" on 'em.  
                    This is no joke.

                              ADAM
                    I told you.

                              SETH
                    At first we just used Bicycle poker 
                    chips, you know, the kind you can buy 
                    in a deli.  Then some kids started 
                    sneaking in additional funds.

                              ADAM
                        (laughing)
                    Jesus Christ.  Bet you put a stop to 
                    that shit real quick.

          Greg reaches over to the platter for a sandwich.

                              GREG
                    And you pay for food and drinks for all 
                    these kids?

                              SETH
                    I sure as hell don't cook for them.  
                    I've already lived in four places in 
                    Queens.  I don't think I ever turned a 
                    stove on except to light a cigarette.

                              GREG
                    You and me both.

                              SETH
                    But I take care of my customers.  
                    Smokes, food, soda.  Look, I'm not 
                    stupid, I never buy decaffeinated.

                              GREG
                        (laughing)
                    Holy shit, would you listen to this 
                    kid.

                              SETH
                        (all business)
                    Alright.  Place your bets.

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          INT. COFFEE SHOP, NYC - DAY

          Seth is sitting in a booth waiting for someone.

          A Towncar pulls up and Seth's father gets out.  He comes 
          inside and heads toward the booth.  Seth stands to greet him.

                              MARTY
                        (cold)
                    Hi Seth.

                              SETH
                    Hey Dad.

          The two have an awkward moment as Seth reaches out to embrace 
          his father.  They're obviously uncomfortable around each 
          other.

                              MARTY
                        (gruff)
                    So what's up?

          Seth is very nervous here.  He's trying to reach out toward 
          his father.  New territory.

                              SETH
                    How you doing?

                              MARTY
                    I'm fine, Seth.  What's on your mind?

                              SETH
                    I just feel bad about the way things 
                    went at the house last week.  I feel 
                    like we just don't get anywhere talking 
                    at home.

                              MARTY
                        (cold)
                    I'm not sure what there is to talk 
                    about.  You're a habitual liar.  You've 
                    dropped out of school, you're running 
                    an illegal casino out of your 
                    apartment.  You're putting my career at 
                    risk.  What do you want to talk about?

                              SETH
                    Why can't we just discuss this?  Maybe 
                    you're not seeing my side.

                              MARTY
                    Your side?  You're doing wrong.  I'm 
                    not your best friend, here to nod my 
                    head and sympathize.  That's my your 
                    mother's racket.  I'm your father.  I 
                    let you know when you screw up.  Did 
                    you think I was going to pat you on the 
                    back for this casino idea?  Tell you 
                    what an entrepreneur you are?

                              SETH
                    No.

                              MARTY
                    So, what do you want from me?  Meeting 
                    me in a coffee shop is not going to 
                    change the life you have.  God, if I 
                    ever asked my father to meet me for a 
                    cup of coffee to talk about my screw-up 
                    he probably he probably would have 
                    laughed.  We didn't have nice little 
                    chats about why I was a bad boy.  
                    Whether I was just calling out for 
                    attention or not.  I got smacked and 
                    then I didn't do it again.  Much 
                    simpler.

                              SETH
                        (mutters)
                    Well that really worked great on me, 
                    Dad.

                              MARTY
                    What?

                              SETH
                    Look Dad, I'm sitting here and I'm 
                    trying to restore what's left of our 
                    relationship.

                              MARTY
                        (angry)
                    Relationship?  
                    What are you talking about?  We're not 
                    dating, Seth.  I'm your father, not 
                    your girlfriend.  So stop with the pop-
                    psychology talk.  Did your mother feed 
                    you this crap?

                              SETH
                        (embarrassed)
                    No.

                              MARTY
                    Clean up your life.  Make an honest 
                    living.  Then we can talk like normal 
                    people.
                        (looks at watch)
                    I gotta get back to work.  I'm hearing 
                    a grand jury indictment this afternoon.

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

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          INT. CASINO - NIGHT

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

                              GREG
                    I'm just saying, this is risky 
                    business.  You plan on dealing cards to 
                    college kids when you're thirty-five?  
                    Think you won't get busted in the next 
                    two years?  You need to start thinking 
                    about down-the-line time.

                              SETH
                    So I should come work for you, huh?  I 
                    guess it'll be retribution for me 
                    taking all your money here.

                              GREG
                        (laughs)
                    First of all, I'm not done with your 
                    here.  And no, you'll only be working 
                    for me for a short time.  You learn the 
                    ropes, pass the series seven, then 
                    you're on your own.  Just ask Adam, 
                    he'll tell you.

          Seth stares at him, contemplating.

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          INT. SETH'S CAR - DAY

          Seth is driving on the LIE.  We see the NYC skyline through 
          the rear window.  He's driving away from the city.

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          EXT. BOILER ROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          It's lunch time as Seth pulls up in his mother's Volvo wagon.  
          The first sight he comes across is 14 kids in wing-tips and 
          dress shirts playing street hockey in the parking lot.

          There are three Ferraris right in front.  The rest of the lot 
          is filled with Mercedes SL's, Corvettes, and other exotics.

          As Seth closes the car door, he spots a bright yellow "Jewish 
          Mother on Board".  He throws it on the floor in the back.

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          INT. RECEPTION AREA - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          The room is packed with interviewees.  Some have to stand.  
          They're all terribly dressed.  Sunday's best doesn't cut it.  
          The front door opens and Seth walks in.  He wears a sharp 
          suit.  He walks tall.  All eyes fall on Seth, even Debbie's. 

                              DEBBIE
                    Over here.

                              SETH
                    Have they started interviewing yet?

                              DEBBIE
                    No.

                              SETH
                    How long do you expect the wait to be?

                              DEBBIE
                    You'll all be going in at the same 
                    time.

                              SETH
                    I thought this was an interview.

                              DEBBIE
                        (finding the words)
                    It's a group interview.  You'll see.

          She reaches under the desk and pulls out a clipboard.

                              DEBBIE (CONT'D)
                        (smiling)
                    Here.  Fill this out.  I'd say have a 
                    seat, but that doesn't look like it's 
                    going to happen.

          Seth doesn't have a clue that she is trying to make 
          conversation with him.

                              SETH
                    That's okay.

                              RUDE KID
                    Hey, when's this shit gettin' started?

          Debbie doesn't even look up from her desk.

                              RUDE KID (CONT'D)
                    You hear me?

                              DEBBIE
                    I hear you.  I'm just not answering.

                              RUDE KID
                    What the fuck?

          She sighs as if she's done talking, then...

                              DEBBIE
                    Open your mouth again and I'll 
                    personally guarantee you never get a 
                    job here.

          One of the doors of the trading room opens.  Seth catches a 
          glimpse of several brokers crouched down, playing dice near 
          the far window of the trading room.  The door closes in SLOW 
          MOTION as Seth cranes to get every possible view.

          Out walks JIM YOUNG.  Jim is a team leader at JT Marlin.  He 
          is dressed to the T.  He looks like someone not to be fucked 
          with.

                              JIM
                    Alright guys, come this way.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOARDROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          The room used mostly for interviewing and on the rare 
          occasion a meeting is needed with someone outside the firm.

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

                              JIM
                    I'm sorry, but that's my seat.

                              MARC
                        (scared)
                    Oh man, I'm so sorry.

                              JIM
                    It's alright.

          Marc JUMPS to another seat.  He is chided by one of his 
          friends, the same kid who was having words with Debbie.

                              RUDE KID
                    Fucking dumb-ass.

                              JIM
                    You can get the fuck out of here.

                              RUDE KID
                        (terrified)
                    What?  What?

                              JIM
                    Don't talk to me, don't look at me, 
                    just pick your ass up out of that 
                    Italian leather chair and get the fuck 
                    out of this room.

          He gets up and leaves without saying another word.

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                    We expect everyone here to treat their 
                    co-workers with a certain level of 
                    respect.

          Everyone in the room is silent and staring at Jim.

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                        (calm)
                    Now before I get started I have a 
                    question.  Has anyone here passed the 
                    series seven?

          One hand goes up.  It's one of the few kids who wears a good 
          suit and wasn't too worried looking in the waiting room.

                              SERIES SEVEN
                    I have a series seven license.

                              JIM
                    Good for you, now you can get out too.

                              SERIES SEVEN
                    What?  Why?

                              JIM
                    Because we don't hire brokers.  We 
                    train new ones.

          Jim waits for him to leave the room and then calmly 
          continues.

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                    This is the deal.  I am not here to 
                    waste your time and I can only hope 
                    you're not here to waste mine.  So I'm 
                    gonna keep this short.  You become an 
                    employee of this firm and you will make 
                    your first million within three years.
                        (pauses)
                    Okay?  Let me repeat that.  You will 
                    make a million dollars within three 
                    years of your first day of employment 
                    at JT Marlin.  Everybody got that?  
                    There is no question as to whether you 
                    will be a millionaire working at this 
                    firm, the question is how many times 
                    over.

          Every kid in the room besides Seth is completely starry eyed 
          at this point.  Some mouths even hang open.  Seth is excited 
          too, but is smarter than the rest... he doesn't show it.

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                    You think I'm joking.  I am not joking.  
                    I am a millionaire.  It's a weird thing 
                    to hear, right?  I'll tell you, it's a 
                    weird thing to sa.  I'm a fucking 
                    millionaire.  Now guess how old I am?  
                    Twenty-seven.  You know what that makes 
                    me here?  A fucking senior citizen.  
                    This firm is entirely comprised of 
                    people your age, not mine.  Lucky for 
                    me, I am very fucking good at my job or 
                    I'd be out of one.  You guys are the 
                    new blood.  You're gonna go home with 
                    the kesef.  You're the future Big-
                    Swinging-Dicks of this firm.  Now you 
                    all look money hungry and that's good.  
                    Anybody who says money is the root of 
                    all evil, doesn't have it!  Money can't 
                    buy happiness?  Look at the fucking 
                    smile on my face.  Ear to ear, baby.  
                    You wanna hear details?  I drive a 
                    Ferrari 355 cabriolet.
                        (throws keys on desk)
                    I have a ridiculous house on the South 
                    Fork.  I've got every toy you can 
                    imagine.  And best of all, kids, I am 
                    liquid.

          Jim takes a pause here and circles the room.

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                    So now that you know what's possible, 
                    let me tell you what's required.  You 
                    are required to work your ass off.  We 
                    want winners, not pikers.  A piker is 
                    someone who walks at the bell.  A piker 
                    asks how much vacation time he gets in 
                    the first year.  See, people work here 
                    to become filthy rich.  No other 
                    reason.  That's it.  You want vacation 
                    time?  Go teach third grade public 
                    school.

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

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                    Your first six months at the firm are 
                    as a trainee... you make one hundred 
                    and fifty dollars a week.  After you're 
                    done training, you take the Series 
                    Seven test.  When you pass, you become 
                    a junior broker and you'll be opening 
                    accounts for your team leader.  After 
                    you open forty accounts you begin 
                    working for yourself and then... sky's 
                    the limit.  Now a word about being a 
                    trainee.  The other brokers, your 
                    parents, whoever: they're gonna give 
                    you shit about it.  And it's true, a 
                    hundred and fifty a week is not a lot 
                    of money, but pay no mind.  You need to 
                    learn the business and this is the time 
                    to do it.  Once you pass the Series 
                    Seven none of it will matter.

          He pauses to drink.

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                    Your friends are shit.  You're gonna 
                    tell them you made twenty-five thousand 
                    last month and they're not going to 
                    believe you.  Fuck them!  Your parents 
                    don't like the life you lead?  Fuck you 
                    Mom and Dad!  As a trainee you will be 
                    building a foundation for yourself.  
                    Think of it as the foundation to a 
                    building.  Right?  Gotta build the 
                    foundation before you can put up your 
                    skyscraper.  You know what I built?
                        (takes out a model)
                    The fucking twin towers.  Now go home 
                    and think about whether this is for 
                    you.  If you decide it isn't, nothing 
                    to be embarrassed about.  It's not for 
                    everyone.  
                    But if you really want it, then give me 
                    a call on Monday and we'll talk.  Just 
                    don't waste my time.  Alright.  That's 
                    it.

          Jim walks out of the room leaving the door open behind him.  
          No one has moved from their seat.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          EXT. BOILER ROOM - DAY

          Shot of Seth walking in the building.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. RECEPTION AREA/JT MARLIN - MORNING

          Seth walks in.  From the look on his face alone, you can see 
          it's his first day of work.  He walks past Debbie.

                              DEBBIE
                    Hey, Seth.

          He stares at her for a long moment.  Her beauty is hitting 
          him for the first time.  No idea what her name is though.

                              SETH
                    Hi...

                              DEBBIE
                    Debbie.

                              SETH
                    I'm so sorr...

                              DEBBIE
                        (all smiles)
                    It's okay.  I never told you my name.  
                    Besides, you looked pretty frazzled the 
                    other day.  I'd be surprised if you'd 
                    remembered.

                              SETH
                    First day.

                              DEBBIE
                        (sarcastic)
                    No shit?

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

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - MORNING  

          It's 8:00 and the trading room is already packed.  Seth sits 
          at his new desk with a box of cards in front of him.

          Greg drops down in a seat next to him.  He picks up the box 
          of cards and starts right in.

                              GREG
                    These are the D&B cards.  Dunn and 
                    Bradstreet.

                              SETH
                    Good morning.

          Greg checks his paper as he continues...

                              GREG
                    They're the company that supply us with 
                    our leads.  Every one of these cards is 
                    an opportunity.  These are good leads.  
                    People on these cards buy stock.  Your 
                    job is to call them and get them 
                    interested in the firm.  You're not 
                    actually selling stock yet, but you're 
                    selling the dream.  Get 'em wet and 
                    tell them that in a month from now a 
                    senior broker will call them back with 
                    one idea.

                              SETH
                    Who are these people?

                              GREG
                    Average client's forty-five years old, 
                    from the Midwest, two hundred and fifty 
                    thousand dollar annual income, three 
                    million net.  Has a local broker, but 
                    loves a New York guy who sounds good on 
                    the phone.  The card's not gonna tell 
                    you any of that.  Only says their name, 
                    address and occupation.  You gotta feel 
                    them out.
                        (picks up card)
                    Here.  Peter Davis, Vice President of 
                    Parks Telecommunications.  Guy's 
                    probably a whale.  See what he's 
                    playing with.  Truth is it doesn't 
                    matter these days.  With the DOW where 
                    it is now, everyone wants a piece of 
                    the market.  I can close anyone at any 
                    time anywhere in the country.  Just 
                    give me a phone number.

          JOHN FEINER, the compliance officer, walks out of Michael's 
          office.  He looks at Seth as he walks by.

                              SHERYL
                    Greg, I have John Duncklee on line 
                    three.

                              GREG
                    I'm not here.  After you qualify the 
                    guy you send him a press packet.  It's 
                    all really easy and it'll get you 
                    feeling comfortable on the phone, which 
                    is key.  This entire business revolves 
                    around the phone.  A good broker makes 
                    over seven hundred calls a day.

                              SETH
                        (laughs)
                    What's the phone bill like here?

                              GREG
                    This month was approaching four hundred 
                    thousand.  Now listen to me.  Even 
                    though you're not actually selling 
                    stock yet, I want you to remember the 
                    coda we have here. Did you see 
                    Glengarry Glenross?

                              SETH
                    Yeah.

                              GREG
                    Alright then, you remember ABC?

                              SETH
                    Always be closing.

                              GREG
                    Right.  Always -- Be -- Closing.  
                    That's the attitude you need.  Always 
                    be closing Seth.  Telling's not 
                    selling.  Now there's two rules you 
                    need to know as a trainee.  The rest 
                    will come later.  Number one, we do not 
                    pitch the bitch here.

                              SETH
                    What?

                              GREG
                    We don't sell stock to women.  I don't 
                    care who it is, we don't do it.  I'm 
                    serious.  Nancy Sinatra calls, you tell 
                    her you're sorry.  They're a constant 
                    pain in the ass and never worth the 
                    trouble.  
                    They will call you every fucking day 
                    asking you why the stock is dropping.  
                    And God forbid the stock should go up 
                    you'll hear from them every fifteen 
                    minutes.
                        (mocking)
                    Is it a good time to sell?  It's simply 
                    not worth the time or effort.

                              SETH
                    Okay, don't pitch the bitch.

                              GREG
                    Second rule.  Don't write wood.  A lot 
                    of trainee are so anxious to get off 
                    the phone they just steamroll the guy 
                    into getting the press pack so they can 
                    hang up.  Then I call in a month and 
                    say, Hi, you spoke to a junior 
                    associate of mine last month.  The 
                    guy's like, Yeah, I'm not interested.  
                    Bye.  That's a shitty lead.  It's 
                    fucking wood.  The info we send is 
                    bullshit.  The important part of the 
                    call is telling them you have that one 
                    great idea, and that a broker is going 
                    to call them back in a month.  This 
                    shows that we don't just fire a million 
                    recos a day.  We tell them we have six 
                    or seven great ideas a year!  They 
                    don't want to think you're pitching 
                    them something you read in the journal 
                    this morning.  Get it?  No wood. 

                              SETH
                    Yeah, I got it.  Chill.

                              GREG
                    Don't even start with that shit.  I'm 
                    just telling you what your place is and 
                    what I expect of you.  I'm making your 
                    job easier.

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

                              SETH
                    Okay.  Well what happens if they want 
                    to buy stock right then?

                              GREG
                    Alright, now we're talking.  You should 
                    go into every call thinking just that.  
                    If they want a recommendation, you put 
                    the guy on hold, you stand up, and yell 
                    "RECO" at the top of your lungs.  The 
                    first senior broker to get to the phone 
                    gets the sale.

          Seth smiles broadly.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. GREG'S HOUSE - NIGHT

          Seth walks up the path toward Greg's house.  It's a beauty.  
          The door is open and Seth slowly lets himself in.  He passes 
          through the living room which as no furniture -- just 
          cardboard boxes waiting to be unpacked.

          In the den there are 15 guys from the firm sitting on the 
          floor.  They're eating pizza and drinking beer.  A huge TV 
          sits against a wall, the only thing in the room besides the 
          pizza.

          They are watching the movie "Wall Street".

                              ADAM
                    Seth!  What's up, man?  Thought you 
                    weren't gonna make it.  Sit down, grab 
                    a slice, have a beer.

                              GREG
                        (pointing at TV)
                    Shut-up, shut the fuck up, Gecko's 
                    coming.  Alright my turn.

          The doors to Gordon Gecko's office open and Greg begins.  The 
          following is intercut with scenes from the film.

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    What the hell's goin' on?  I'm lookin' 
                    at two hundred shares, pal.  I wanna 
                    know if we're part of it.  We better be 
                    or I'm gonna come down and eat your 
                    lunch for you.  Back in two, Alex.

          Richie picks it right up.

                              RICHIE
                    Sorry, Jeff.  Look, I loved it at 
                    forty, it's an insult at fifty.  Their 
                    analysts?  They don't know preferred 
                    stock from livestock.  Alright, we wait 
                    till it hits south, then we, we raise 
                    the sperm count on the deal.  Get back 
                    at ya.

          CHRIS VARICK picks it up from there.  He's also a team 
          leader; but has his shit together more tightly than the rest.

                              CHRIS
                    This is the kid.  Calls me fifty-nine 
                    days in a row, wants to be a player.  
                    Oughta be a picture of you in the 
                    dictionary under persistence, kid.  
                    Yeah, now listen, Jerry.  I'm lookin' 
                    for negative control.  No more than 
                    thirty, thirty-five percent.  Just 
                    enough to block anybody else's merger 
                    plans and find out from the inside if 
                    the books are cooked.  Looks as good on 
                    paper and we're in the kill zone, pal.  
                    We'll lock and load.  Lunch? Oh you 
                    gotta be kidding.  Lunch is for wimps.  
                    Okay, Fidel, I'll talk at ya.

          Everyone in the room says this line in unison.

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

                              GREG
                    So you say.  Nice to meet you.  Hope 
                    you're intelligent.  Where'd you get 
                    these?

                              EVERYONE
                    I got a connection at the airport.

                              GREG
                    So what's on your mind, Kimosabi?  Why 
                    am I listening to you?

          The sound fades down as we see Seth looking around the room.  
          All the money in the world and no one to share it with.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. DEBBIE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

          Debbie walks in looking beat.  She's just come from work.  
          The apartment is small and modestly furnished.  Working 
          class.

                              DEBBIE
                    Mom?

                              MOTHER (O.S.)
                    I'm in bed.

          Debbie heads back toward the bedroom.  She walks in to find 
          her mother in bed coughing.  She does not look well.

                              DEBBIE
                    Bad day?

                              MOTHER
                    Miserable.

          Debbie gets her mother's medication ready.

                              DEBBIE
                    Let me make some tea.  You sound really 
                    congested.

          Debbie leaves for the kitchen.

                              MOTHER
                    How was work?

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. SETH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

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

                              SETH
                    I told you, Mom, I'm not a broker yet.  
                    I'm a trainee.  I still need to pass my 
                    series seven test.

                              MOTHER
                    Oh please, you're a stock broker.  You 
                    wear a suit to work every day, don't 
                    you?

                              SETH
                    Yeah?

                              MOTHER
                    So?  What are we arguing about then?

                              SETH
                    Thanks Mom.

                              MOTHER
                    You're doing great, Seth.  You're 
                    working your way up from the bottom.  
                    That's never easy.  I'm very proud of 
                    you.  And I told you father about 
                    things.

                              SETH
                    What'd he say?

                              MOTHER
                    He's very happy.  Shocked, but happy.  
                    He's been waiting for you to call him.

                              SETH
                    Well why doesn't he just call me?

                              MOTHER
                    One miracle at a time, okay sweetie?

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - MORNING

          Seth is on the phone trying to make things happen.

                              SETH
                    Uh...
                        (looking at card)
                    ...Mr. Mathews please.  Seth Davis.  
                    From JT Marlin.  No, he doesn't know 
                    me.  Yes it's concerning investments.  
                    Hello?

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

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                        (muttering to himself)
                    Fucking bitch.

          He dials another number.

                              MARC
                    Tech stocks are down today.

                              GREG
                    Hey Warren Buffet, you trying to e 
                    cute?  Make the fucking calls!  You're 
                    not a fund manager!  How's it going 
                    there, Seth?

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

                              SETH
                    Hi, Howard Young please.  It's Seth 
                    Davis from JT Marlin.  No, he's not 
                    expecting my call.  No thanks, I'll 
                    call him back.

                              GREG
                    Okay, first of all there are going to 
                    be a lot of those regardless of how 
                    good you are.  But you happen to suck 
                    dick.  I have this friend who runs this 
                    other firm.  He gives out this book to 
                    all his trainees.  The Rebuttal Book.  
                    Looks like a fil-o-fax.  Has those 
                    index tabs but they don't say A to B to 
                    G to H, they say things like Wife won't 
                    let me, I'm not in the market now, Call 
                    me back, Send me a prospectus.  
                    Has a rebuttal for any excuse.  That's 
                    all the shit you're gonna have to learn 
                    later.  For now you only have to 
                    remember one thing.  You can be whoever 
                    you want on the phone.  So say what you 
                    have to.  Use a different name if you 
                    want.  Tell them you're a vice-
                    president here.  Just get them on the 
                    line.  That's the first step.  It's the 
                    hardest part sometimes, but just get 
                    the cocksucker on the line.

                              SETH
                    I don't understand.  How can I do shit 
                    like that?  Isn't there a compliance 
                    offer here?  Isn't it...

                              GREG
                    Illegal?  No, Seth.  Everyone does that 
                    shit.  Even on Wall Street.  And John 
                    over there, he works for us.

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

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    He's a fucking chimp.  The only 
                    compliance work he's doing is making 
                    sure my lunch is still hot when it gets 
                    here.  He's only here because the SEC 
                    requires it.  He might have the easiest 
                    fucking job in the entire world.  Look 
                    at him I think he's actually 
                    masturbating right now.

          A Fed-Ex package is brought over by Debbie.  She's got a few 
          of them in her hands.  She smiles at Seth as she drops the 
          package on Greg's desk.  Greg sees this.

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    Bad news.  Stay the fuck away.

          Chris walks over.  Debbie continues to hand out packages.

                              CHRIS
                    Holy shit.  You slut.  You made the 
                    call.

                              GREG
                        (smiling wide)
                    I did.

          Seth sees Debbie picking up packages as well.  One broker is 
          seen angrily stuffing cash into a Fed-Ex envelope.

                              CHRIS
                    And you went big too.

                              GREG
                    I did.

          Greg opens the package and removes a good $20,000 in cash.  
          Seth's attention is snapped back to Greg and the package.

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    Fuckin' A.  Only bookie in New York 
                    that delivers Federal Express.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. RATNER'S RESTAURANT - NIGHT

          Seth and his whole family are having dinner in celebration of 
          Seth's new job.  Marty looks about as happy as pie.

                              MARTY
                    So when are you taking the test?

                              SETH
                    After the training program's over.  
                    They really want you to get a good idea 
                    of how things work before you take the 
                    series seven.  It's a great system.  
                    I'm really learning a lot.  They're 
                    very thorough.

                              NEIL
                    Are you gonna be rich, Seth?

                              SETH
                    I hope so.

                              MOTHER
                    God willing.

                              MARTY
                    I gotta ask you: how come I've never 
                    heard of this firm?

          The question makes Seth nervous.  Familiar territory.

                              SETH
                    They're a small firm, Dad.  There's a 
                    million others just like it that you've 
                    never heard of either.

                              MARTY
                    I guess what I'm asking is why you 
                    didn't try and go straight to Goldman 
                    Sachs or a company of that stature.

                              MOTHER
                    Marty, why are you starting?

                              SETH
                        (calm)
                    It's okay, Mom.  The reason, Dad, is 
                    that the larger houses don't hire kids 
                    straight out of college unless you went 
                    to an Ivy League school or you want to 
                    do cash-flow analysis for the next 
                    fifteen years.  They want you to work 
                    outside their firm for a couple of 
                    years to get a sense of the  
                    marketplace.  That's why almost all 
                    brokers start in small firms like JT 
                    Marlin.

                              MARTY
                        (to Mother)
                    See, that wasn't so bad.  He answered 
                    the question.  This is good stuff, 
                    Seth.  Good stuff.  So how does it feel 
                    to have a real job?

                              SETH
                    It feels real good, Dad.

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

                              MARTY
                    All you have to do now is close the 
                    casino.

                              MOTHER
                    Marty!  We talked about this.

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

                              SETH
                    I hate to run, but I'm late to meet a 
                    friend.

          He kisses his Mom and leaves.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BAR - NIGHT (LATER)

          Seth walks into a dimly lit bar in downtown Manhattan.  It's 
          a class joint.  He searches the room until he sees Debbie 
          sitting at a table in the back.

                              SETH
                    Debbie.

                              DEBBIE
                        (big smile)
                    Hey Seth.  Go get yourself a drink.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. BAR - NIGHT (LATER)

          They've already had a couple of drinks by now and are pretty 
          loosened up.

                              SETH
                    So who do you live with?

                              DEBBIE
                    Oh, you mean is the black girl here 
                    taking care of her grandma because her 
                    momma's a crack-head?

                              SETH
                    Yeah, exactly.  I thought it was smack, 
                    though.  You know you have got to get a 
                    hold of that edge.  It's kind of sharp 
                    sometimes.

                              DEBBIE
                        (embarrassed laugh)
                    I know, it's true.  I just got so much 
                    shit at JT.  Sometimes I have to get 
                    into that mode just to fend them off.

                              SETH
                    So why are you there?  It doesn't seem 
                    like the ideal working environment for 
                    a black woman.

                              DEBBIE
                    No, it isn't.  But tell me, how many 
                    secretaries you know make eighty 
                    thousand a year?

                              SETH
                        (smiling)
                    One.

                              DEBBIE
                    Exactly.

                              SETH
                    You could always go back to school.

                              DEBBIE
                        (laughs)
                    You pompous ass.  What makes you think 
                    I want to?  College isn't for everyone.  
                    It's not like every black girl dreams 
                    of being a marine-biologist her whole 
                    life.
                        (dramatic)
                    If only she could get out of the 
                    ghetto.

                              SETH
                    Hey, you don't have to tell me.  I 
                    dropped out.

                              DEBBIE
                    Really?  Now that's a surprise.

                              SETH
                        (mocking)
                    You know it isn't for everyone.  It's 
                    not like every Jewish boy wants to be a 
                    CPA if only he could make Wharton's.

          Debbie laughs hard and they settle into intimate eye contact.  
          Debbie leans toward Seth who pulls away, embarrassed.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Whoa.  I don't even know what synagogue 
                    you belong to.

          Debbie bursts into laughter.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. WALL STREET BAR - NIGHT (SAME TIME)

          We are at a "broker bar" with Greg, Chris, Richie, and Adam.  
          The guys have come from work.  They look very confused.

                              RICHIE
                    Yo.  I thought this shit was a broker 
                    hangout.  Merryl Lynch, Solomon Bros, 
                    the big dicks.

                              GREG
                    Yeah.  What is this?  Looks like an 
                    insurance salesman convention.

          A group of brokers at a nearby table take notice of the guys 
          and start pointing, laughing.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BAR - NIGHT (SAME TIME)

                              DEBBIE
                    You don't fit in there.  You know that?  
                    They're all white trash.  To them, this 
                    is going legit.

                              SETH
                    What do you mean by that?

                              DEBBIE
                    Always talking about being a big 
                    swinging dick on Wall Street.  It's 
                    funny, 'cause Long Island is as close 
                    as they're ever going to get.  But you 
                    could be doing the real thing at a real 
                    trading house.  Instead you're here.  
                    You don't need to be making it this 
                    way.  At a chop-shop.

                              SETH
                    What are you saying?  JT isn't a chop-
                    shop.  We just push the envelope a 
                    little.  I mean it's not like we do 
                    anything illegal.  We just push a 
                    little.  Same as on Wall Street.

          Debbie laughs.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    What?

                              DEBBIE
                    You don't have to convince me.

          Debbie raises her glass to Seth.

                              DEBBIE (CONT'D)
                    To bending the rules.

                              SETH
                    Alright.  That I can handle.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. WALL STREET BAR - NIGHT (SAME TIME)

          The brokers from the other table are now next to them.  
          They've been listening in.  One of them approaches.

                              JP BROKER
                        (smiling)
                    Hey.  You guys looking for a broker?

                              RICHIE
                    Who the fuck are you?

                              CHRIS
                    Easy Richie, would you?

                              JP BROKER
                    I thought maybe you guys were looking 
                    for someone to invest for you.

                              GREG
                    Hey pal.  We ARE brothers.

                              JP BROKER
                        (trying not to laugh)
                    Really?  You guys with Jacoby & Myers?

                              ADAM
                    JT Marlin.

                              JP BROKER
                    Never heard of it.

                              CHRIS
                    Hey!  Hold on a second.  Who are  you?  
                    You sell car insurance or something?

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

                              JP BROKER
                    We're with JP Morgan.

                              RICHIE
                    Yeah right.  And I'm a black Negro.

                              JP BROKER #2
                    I know JT.  It's a fucking chop-shop.  
                    Named your firm so it sounds like ours.

                              JP BROKER
                    What the fuck is with those suits?  You 
                    look like you're on Gotti's crew.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BAR - NIGHT (SAME TIME)

                              DEBBIE
                    So tell me about your family.

                              SETH
                    My family?  It's a mess.

                              DEBBIE
                    Whose isn't?

                              SETH
                    Yeah I guess.  Well my mom's great.  
                    Real supportive and loving.  Almost to 
                    a flaw.  I can do no wrong.

                              DEBBIE
                    Sounds terrible.

                              SETH
                    My dad's the mess, but that's not very 
                    interesting conversation.  What about 
                    you?

                              DEBBIE
                    Mom raised me.  No money.  Now I'm 
                    taking care of her.

                              SETH
                    What's wrong?

                              DEBBIE
                    Chronic pneumonia.  Smoked for fifteen 
                    years.  She's been sick for a while 
                    now. It makes her so happy that I make 
                    this salary so I can support us.  It's 
                    a little scary.

                              SETH
                    And your Dad?

                              DEBBIE
                    Rather not talk about my father either.

                              SETH
                    Boy, I'm so glad we had this 
                    conversation.  I really feel like I've 
                    gained this insight into your life.

                              DEBBIE
                    And me into yours.

          They both laugh.

                              DEBBIE (CONT'D)
                    Tell me something real.

                              SETH
                    What do you want to hear?

                              DEBBIE
                    Tell me a story about your dad.

                              SETH
                    Well I have so many great ones.

                              DEBBIE
                    Tell me.

                              SETH
                    Okay. I'm ten years old.  I just got 
                    this new bike.  A red Mongoose.  You 
                    know, BMX.  So I'm skidding out in this 
                    puddle -- Starsky & Hutch style.  My 
                    foot slips, and the pedal spins around 
                    hard enough to break my leg.  Real bad 
                    too.  But I don't fall off the bike.  I 
                    keep coasting down this hill.  So 
                    finally I get scared and I jump off.  
                    Fell right behind a parked car.  Laid 
                    there for half an hour.  Finally, I 
                    hear my father screaming my name from 
                    up the block.  I was so happy that he 
                    was coming to get me.  He comes around 
                    the car and sees me lying there.  
                    There's blood everywhere and the bone 
                    is sticking out straight through my 
                    skin.

                              DEBBIE
                    Oh my god.

                              SETH
                    I looked up at him, and for the first 
                    time in my life I saw how much he loved 
                    me.  He was frozen.  It hurt him to see 
                    me in that much pain.  So he leans 
                    down... and slaps me across the face.

                              DEBBIE
                    What?  Why?

                              SETH
                    I don't know.  Maybe he was mad at me 
                    for making him that helpless, or it was 
                    the only thing he could think of.  I 
                    don't really care anymore.  What I 
                    remember now is the look on his face 
                    when he first saw me.  That's all I 
                    remember.  That's what I miss.

                              DEBBIE
                    I'm so sorry.

          Debbie leans over and kisses him deeply.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. WALL STREET BAR - NIGHT (LATER)

          Richie is being carried out by two bouncers.

                              GREG
                    Can we get the fuck out of here now?

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DAY

                              SETH (O.S.)
                    I'm sorry, sir, I didn't realize...

                              DR. JACOBS
                    I'm really busy, Seth.

          Seth looks over towards Michael's office and sees Greg and 
          three other team leaders coming out.

                              SETH
                    I understand.  I'm real busy here 
                    myself, Doctor.  Look, we're going to 
                    come back to you in a month with one 
                    idea and one idea only.  If you like 
                    what we have to say, great, we'll do 
                    business.  Worst case scenario you'll 
                    hear yourself a new business idea.  
                    Chat about it with your golfing buddies 
                    and we'll part as friends.  That's 
                    fair, right?

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

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Ummm what?

                              SETH
                    Great.  So tell me, Doc, are you 
                    working with a million dollars in the 
                    market right now?

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Who is this again?

                              SETH
                    Tell me something, you're a doctor.  
                    Have you ever heard of a drug called 
                    Fenamul?  It's being manufactured by 
                    MSC pharmaceuticals.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    No.

                              SETH
                    Well it's in the third stage of FDA 
                    approval right now.  Word is, it's 
                    going to get approved in the next three 
                    months.  Could be tomorrow for all I 
                    know.  Anyway, I'm getting ahead of 
                    myself.  And you're real busy over 
                    there.  Why don't I send you out the 
                    info you requested about the firm and a 
                    senior broker will call you next month 
                    with that one idea.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second, 
                    forget the info, let's talk about this 
                    now.  What was the name of the drug 
                    again?

          Seth begins to smile.

                              SETH
                    You know what, sir, let me pass you on 
                    to a senior broker who's more involved 
                    with this particular stock.  Hold on a 
                    second.

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

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Reco!!

          Everything and everyone in the room stops.  There is a slight 
          pause and then CHAOS.  About 20 brokers BOLT toward Seth.

          Chris is closest.  Another broker JUMPS onto the table 
          separating him from Seth and clambers over it.  Chris puts on 
          the steam and gets there first.  The other broker runs 
          straight into Seth, unable to stop.

          Chris regains his composure wiping the smile off his face.

                              CHRIS
                    Card.

                              SETH
                    Okay, his name's Dr. Jacobs and from 
                    the sound of it, I'd say he's 
                    definitely...

                              CHRIS
                    Whoa, whoa, I don't wanna hear it, kid.

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

                              CHRIS (CONT'D)
                    Hi, Dr. Jacobs, this is Chris Marlin 
                    over at JT Marlin.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Marlin?

                              CHRIS
                    Right.  He's my father.

          Another broker connects a wire to a jack on the back of the 
          phone and the conversation is now heard on the PA system.

                              CHRIS (CONT'D)
                    So my associate tells me you're 
                    interested in one of our stocks.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Yes, MSC sounds like it might be 
                    interesting.

                              CHRIS
                    Might be?  Might be doesn't sell stock 
                    at the rate MSC is going, Dr. Jacobs.  
                    We're talking about very high volume 
                    here.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Well, I still have to run it by my 
                    people.

                              CHRIS
                    That's great, Doc.  If you want to miss 
                    yet another opportunity here and go 
                    watch your colleagues get rich doing 
                    clinical trials, then don't buy a share 
                    and hang up the phone.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Well hold on a second.  I didn't say 
                    that.  I just wanted to talk more about 
                    it.

                              CHRIS
                    Honestly Doc, I don't have the time.  
                    This stock is blowing up right now.  
                    The whole firm is going nuts.  Let me 
                    open the door to my office.

          Chris holds the phone up to the 100 brokers standing there 
          silently.  They begin talking loudly and screaming "Buy, 
          Sell".  Chris makes a hand motion and they stop.

                              CHRIS (CONT'D)
                    You hear that?  That's my trading 
                    floor, Doc.  
                    Now I have a million calls to make to 
                    other doctors who are already in the 
                    know.  I can't walk you through this 
                    right now.  I'm sorry.

          Huge pause.  Everyone looks on waiting to hear what he'll do.  
          Chris doesn't even look mildly concerned.  Then...

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Okay, okay.  Let's do this.

                              CHRIS
                    Now, since you're a new account I 
                    cannot go any higher than two thousand 
                    shares.  I'd love to but I just can't 
                    do it.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Two thousand?!  Whoa!  That's way more 
                    than I was thinking about.  Two 
                    thousand, Jesus.
                        (pause)
                    I'm just curious, why can't you sell me 
                    more than that?

          The brokers hold in their laughter.

                              CHRIS
                    Well, we like to establish a 
                    relationship with our clients on 
                    something small before we get to the 
                    more serious trades.  Let me show you 
                    several percentage points on this small 
                    trade and then we'll talk about doing 
                    future business.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    That sounds good.  Give me two thousand 
                    shares.

                              CHRIS
                    Done.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    You sure you can't do any better on 
                    this one?

                              CHRIS
                    No, I'm sorry, Dr. Jacobs.

                              DR. JACOBS
                    Alright, let's start with this trade 
                    then.

                              CHRIS
                    Great.  I promise we'll go big on the 
                    next one.
                        (feigns masturbation)
                    Now do you want the confirmation sent 
                    to your office or your mansion?

                              DR. JACOBS
                        (laughs)
                    Very funny, Mr. Marlin.

                              CHRIS
                    Alright, let me put my secretary on.  
                    She'll take your info.

          Chris hits the hold button and then...

                              CHRIS (CONT'D)
                    Done and done.

          The entire firm applauds when he gets off the phone.  The 
          crowd disperses.  Chris sits down on Seth's desk.

                              CHRIS (CONT'D)
                    I love doctors, man.  All that money 
                    and not a clue what to do with it.  
                    Fucking rollovers.  Hold onto your 
                    ankles, Doc, here comes the love.

                              SETH
                    Why'd you put a max on his buy?

                              CHRIS
                    Didn't you tell him how it works?

                              GREG
                    He's still a trainee.  He doesn't need 
                    to know about initial sell limits.

                              CHRIS
                    Right, right.  Make sure he shows you 
                    the ropes.  He's too busy calling his 
                    bookie.  You fucking Hebrews, man.  
                    Always looking out for yourselves, 
                    never the trainees.

                              GREG
                    That's great.  Why don't you go back to 
                    little Italy now?

          Greg points across the room.

                              CHRIS
                    Why don't you go make a latke dreidel 
                    boy.
                        (back to Seth)
                    The reason I capped him is in case he's 
                    a piker.  See, we're going to go ahead 
                    and front the money for this sale.  
                    If he doesn't send the check, I'm the 
                    one holding the bag.
                        (whispers)
                    Last commission month a kid on Jim's 
                    team wrote a million dollar ticket.  
                    Stock was down three and a half points 
                    by settlement.  Fucking kid took a one 
                    quarter million dollar hit.  Besides, 
                    first sale just whets the appetite.  If 
                    he's a whale, which it looks like he 
                    is, then I'll get him on a day when 
                    there's a real rip.

                              SETH
                    Rip?

                              CHRIS
                        (surprised)
                    Rip.  Commission.  That's why we work 
                    here.  We get huge rips.

                              SETH
                        (quietly)
                    I actually still don't know how it 
                    works.

                              CHRIS
                    A two dollar rip, which is unheard of 
                    anywhere on Wall Street, means you're 
                    walking away with two dollars for every 
                    share you sell.  Real money.  Jesus 
                    Greg, you tell him where the bathroom 
                    is yet?

                              GREG
                    Seth, I showed you where Chris' desk 
                    is.

                              SETH
                    How does Michael afford that?

                              CHRIS
                    I don't know, but if he's doing it, 
                    he's making money on it.  Point is, 
                    don't worry about selling small on the 
                    first trade.  You service the client 
                    right and he'll be back for more.  Bide 
                    your time.  Show him a three percent 
                    return and he'll trust you to watch his 
                    kids for the weekend.  If he's serviced 
                    correctly it's not a matter of whether 
                    he's making a second trade with you, 
                    it's a matter of how much.

          Chris' secretary calls out from across the room.

                              CHRIS (CONT'D)
                    Gotta bounce.

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

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. FBI ECONOMIC CRIMES UNIT - DAY

          We are looking at a photo of Seth outside JT Marlin.  PULL 
          BACK to see the photo is on the desk of the director's 
          office.

          DAVID TRUE, a young agent trying to make a name for himself, 
          is in the office as well.  He's excited.

                              DIRECTOR
                    Of all the people at JT Marlin you 
                    picked this kid Davis.  Why?

                              TRUE
                    Because he's perfect.  He's new, so his 
                    loyalties don't run that deep.  He also 
                    seems to be the smartest of this last 
                    group of trainees.  Used to run a full 
                    time casino out of his house in Queens.  
                    Now he just picks up the checks.  He's 
                    more ambitious than any other trainee 
                    there.  And I mean by a lot.  The rest 
                    of them are fucking idiots to this kid.  
                    He'll turn state's.  No question.

                              DIRECTOR
                    How are you gonna get to him?

                              TRUE
                    I'm working on that.  We just started 
                    surveillance.  We'll get to him.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. MICKEY'S - NIGHT

          This is a local bar near the office.

          Several exotic cars are parked outside.  The sight is 
          incredibly strange in this lower-middle class neighborhood.  
          Greg's Ferrari is there and we see the license plate: "2 
          RIP".



          INT. MICKEY'S - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          About 35 brokers are here drinking.  Seth sits at a table 
          with Greg, Adam, Chris and a group of junior brokers and 
          trainees.

                              CHRIS
                    What were you doing before you came on?

                              TRAINEE 2
                    I work at the 7-11 in Babylon.

                              GREG
                    You mean worked.

                              TRAINEE 2
                    No, I mean work.  I still do two shifts 
                    every weekend.  A hundred and fifty 
                    dollars a week just doesn't cover it 
                    all.

                              ADAM
                        (sympathetic)
                    No, it doesn't.

                              TRAINEE 2
                    I don't mind it though.  So I'll live 
                    like a nigger for six months.

          Seth snaps his head up at this comment, amazed that it was 
          said with such assertiveness and clarity.  No one else 
          budges.

                              CHRIS
                    What about you, Seth?  What were you 
                    doing before you found JT?

                              SETH
                    Well I was, actually still am, involved 
                    in the gaming industry.

                              CHRIS
                    Really!  AC, Foxwoods, Vegas?

                              SETH
                    Atlantic City.

                              CHRIS
                    What'd you do there?

                              SETH
                    I won.

          Everyone laughs.  Seth takes out his key chain which is a $50 
          dollar chip from his casino.  He SLAPS it on the table.  
          Chris smiles and then slaps a pair of dice down on the table.

                              CHRIS
                    You wanna roll, slut?

                              SETH
                    You wanna lose?

                              CHRIS
                    Oh shit, we got a player.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BACK OF BAR - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          We move around a jukebox where, in an empty space next to the 
          bathrooms, we see six brokers kneeling, playing dice.

          They're making a lot of noise, yelling at each throw, cursing 
          or cheering depending on which way the money is going.

                              CHRIS
                    I got one-fitty against.

                              RICHIE
                    Booked!

                              ADAM
                    I got one hundred against.

                              SETH
                    Booked.  Wait, who's got the roller?

                              CHRIS
                    come on, somebody cover Greg.

          Michael Brantley walks in at this point and pushes his way 
          down into the circle.  Everyone goes nuts when they see him.

                              MICHAEL
                    Alright, I got the roller.  I can't 
                    believe you guys aren't fighting over 
                    it.  Betting against Greg's roll is the 
                    only sure thing there is in the world.
                        (to Greg)
                    What are we going, two hundred dollars 
                    on this?

                              GREG
                    Booked.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. BACK OF BAR - NIGHT (LATER)

          Seth is out of the game watching from the side.  Greg's luck 
          is atrocious and he too is soon out.

                              GREG
                        (to Seth)
                    Let's go get some reserves.

          Greg bumps into a local coming out of the bathroom.

                              LOCAL
                    Quit staring and just apologize.

          The dice game comes to a halt.  All eyes are on this 
          confrontation.  Richie does not wait for it to sort itself 
          out.

                              RICHIE
                    He doesn't have to say shit.  Now why 
                    don't you go back to your Heineken and 
                    shut the fuck up.

                              LOCAL
                    Was I talking to you?

                              RICHIE
                    Do I give a shit?  If you're talking to 
                    me, then you're talking to me and my 
                    fucking crew.

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

          Richie decides to have a go anyway GRABBING him by the back 
          of the shirt yanking him back into the small alcove.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

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

          Richie pulls the guy outside with the help of three other 
          brokers.  Richie does not waste any time once outside.  He 
          KNEELS quickly, coming down on his stomach.  The man's face 
          raises off the floor in response and Richie ATTACKS his head.

          He stops as suddenly as he started, stand up, and spits on 
          him.  The man is completely unconscious.  Only Seth carries 
          the expression of genuine shock.  The others have seen this 
          before.

          Richie goes back in and closes the door.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. FERRARI - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

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

                              GREG
                    You okay?

                              SETH
                    I just, I, I'm a little disturbed you 
                    know.  I mean Jesus didn't that bother 
                    you?

                              GREG
                    Me?  You think I was watching?  I can't 
                    look at that stuff, makes me nauseous.  
                    You have to understand.  These are not 
                    the kids you and I grew up with.  
                    Remember in Hebrew school when a 
                    shoving match was a big deal?  Worst 
                    case scenario, someone's yarmulka got 
                    knocked off.

                              SETH
                        (laughing)
                    It's true.

                              GREG
                    These guys are no joke.  They get 
                    tanked up, throw a quick fist.  And 
                    then some of them actually like it.  
                    Like Richie.  He probably thought I was 
                    being tough back there, just staring at 
                    that guy.  I was shitting my pants.

                              SETH
                    I saw.

                              GREG
                    Thanks.  Those fucking Guineas, half of 
                    them do coke.  They all drink.  No 
                    stability, zero capital.  They make all 
                    this money and they're always living 
                    three steps ahead.  Do you know there 
                    are guys in this firm that make close 
                    to a million a year and couldn't get a 
                    loan for a Honda because their credit 
                    is so bad.  Everyone's just waiting for 
                    the fifteenth of the month.  It's like 
                    they may drive a Porsche but they don't 
                    have ten bucks to put in the gas tank.  
                    Nigger rich.

          Seth looks at Greg.  He's not the person he thought he knew.  
          The two drive on in silence.  Greg passes JT Marlin.

                              SETH
                    Hey, drop me off.  I want to get my 
                    car.  I don't think I'm going to stay 
                    at the bar much longer.

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

                              GREG
                    Alright, I'll see you back at Mickey's 
                    then.  Oh, on the other thing.

                              SETH
                    Yeah?

                              GREG
                    Don't forget what I told you about 
                    Debbie.  She's trouble.

                              SETH
                    I don't even...

                              GREG
                    Seth, I see what goes on.  And I'm 
                    telling you as your friend, she's a 
                    whore, Seth.  A fucking whore.

                              SETH
                    Good thing you stopped dating her, huh?

          Seth gets out of the car before Greg can respond.



          EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          Seth unlocks his car door and then realizes he's forgotten 
          his bag upstairs.  He goes into the building.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          He goes straight to his desk and picks up his bag.  As he 
          turns to leave he hear a HUMMING NOISE coming from the back.

          There is a small alcove with a copier in the back.  A man in 
          there bent over a smaller machine Seth cannot see.

          Seth recognizes him as John Feiner.  The machine is a 
          shredder.  John is stuffing the contents of five large boxes 
          through this tiny shredder that sits on a waste basket.

                              SETH
                        (whispers)
                    Holy shit.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY  

          Seth finds himself seated in the same room as he did three 
          months earlier with the guys who were there for the 
          interview.

                              JIM
                    I want to talk to you about appearance.  
                    Most of you dress like shit.  I don't 
                    know what your financial situation is 
                    like right now but you need to buy at 
                    least one decent suit.  There is a 
                    minimum level of aesthetic 
                    professionalism that we have here.  In 
                    a couple of months you'll be able to 
                    outfit your whole closet, but for now 
                    just get something to hold you over.  
                    There's an important phrase that we use 
                    here and I think it's time you all 
                    learned it.  "Act as if".  Do you 
                    understand what that means?  Act as if 
                    you are the fucking president of this 
                    firm.  Act as if you have a nine inch 
                    cock.  Act as if.  To do this properly 
                    you need to at least look the part.  So 
                    go get dressed.  Secondly, it's time to 
                    get your Series Seven books.  No need 
                    to get nervous.  If you study you'll 
                    pass.  Then you begin trading as an SEC 
                    licensed broker.  Then you're a fucking 
                    millionaire.  It's that simple.  I need 
                    three hundred from each of you for the 
                    books which will be returned if and 
                    when you pass the exam.  And I'll need 
                    that tomorrow.

          There is a slight murmur in the room now.  One of the 
          trainees turns to another and whispers.

                              MARC
                    I'll just ask my mom.

                              TRAINEE 2
                    Yeah, I'll have to do the same thing.

          Others are discussing where they will come up with the money 
          as the meeting comes to a close.  Jim gets up from his chair.

                              JIM
                    Okay then.

          Seth is already up and walking towards Jim.  He takes out a 
          roll of cash from his breast pocket and peels off three 
          hundred dollar bills in front of Jim.  He looks proud doing 
          it.

                              SETH
                    Here you go.

          All the other trainees stare.

                              JIM
                    What are you, last night's erection?

                              SETH
                    Yeah, you know.

          Jim slaps him on the shoulder as he walks out.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - MORNING

          We open on a Polish broker working his magic on the phone in 
          his native tongue.  PAN ACROSS the room to Seth dialing a 
          number.  He looks frustrated.  Chris is sitting next to him.

                              CHRIS
                    Go ahead do it.  Just try it, you'll 
                    see.

                              SETH
                    You sure?

                              CHRIS
                    Yeah.  You're gonna feel so much 
                    better.

          The other end of the line picks up and Seth looks down at the 
          card in front of him.

                              SETH
                    Yeah hi, Steve?  FUCK YOU!

          Seth hangs up laughing hysterically along with Chris.

          MONTAGE BEGINS



          INT. SETH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

          Seth studies for the series seven while looking up 
          occasionally at the monitor to watch the action on the tables 
          downstairs.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DIFFERENT DAY

                              CLIENT (O.S.)
                    Look, Seth, Seth, I don't want to be 
                    rude.

                              SETH
                    Bob, be rude, be rude.  Hang up the 
                    phone.
                        (pauses)
                    You won't.  You wanna know why?  
                    Because you see value!  I'm money in 
                    the bank.  I'm your kid's college fund 
                    for Christ's sake.  That's great.  If 
                    we were looking at a long stock over a 
                    long term  period I'd be talking about 
                    PE ratios and earnings with you right 
                    now.  The fact is, I'm not looking to 
                    marry the stock.  We're in, we're out, 
                    three, four weeks.  Look, I'm not a 
                    rookie broker opening accounts for a 
                    living.

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



          INT. RECEPTION AREA - DIFFERENT DAY

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



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DIFFERENT DAY

          Seth is on the phone again, pacing quickly.

                              SETH
                    What do you mean you'll pass?  Alan, 
                    the only people making money passing 
                    are NFL quarterbacks and I don't see a 
                    number on your back.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DIFFERENT DAY

          Seth is on the phone.  He grabs a twinkie off another 
          broker's desk.  The line answers as he is unwrapping the 
          snack.

                              SETH
                    Yes, how are you, James?  Seth Marlin 
                    over at JT Marlin.

                              JAMES
                    Take me off your list!!

                              SETH
                    Okay, I'll take you off my list of 
                    successful people today.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DIFFERENT DAY

          It's lunch time and Set remains at his desk studying for the 
          series seven.  He looks up to see a group of brokers coming 
          out of Michael's office.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DIFFERENT DAY

                              SETH
                    Listen, if you couldn't pull three 
                    thousand together your name wouldn't be 
                    on my desk during business hours.  What 
                    do you mean you don't have it?  John, 
                    please, you're embarrassing me.  I'm 
                    pitching you from under my desk.  I'm 
                    embarrassed.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          Seth is at his desk using a pair of scissors to cut a swath 
          of cardboard from a box.  He writes in big swooping letters 
          and then places it on his desk revealing the message...

          Be Rude, Make Them Hang Up.

          END MONTAGE

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - NIGHT  

          Seth's the only one left.  All of the overhead lights are 
          off.  He is reading the contracts from the last several 
          IPO's.

                              SETH
                    Holy shit.

          He had the different contracts lined up next to each other 
          and is comparing the names listed from the private equity 
          source.  They're the same on every prospectus.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Christ, they're all the same.

                              DEBBIE
                    What's the name?

          Seth almost JUMPS out of his seat.  Debbie is standing 
          quietly in the dark at the head of the table.

                              SETH
                    Shit.  You scared me.  How long have 
                    you been standing there?

                              DEBBIE
                    I just walked up now.  I'm sorry.

          Seth tries to hide the contracts under some papers.

                              DEBBIE (CONT'D)
                    Interesting reading?

                              SETH
                    This?  It's just the prospectus from 
                    the last IPO the firm put out.

          She walks around and puts her hands on his shoulders.  She 
          doesn't seem to care.  He looks pretty nervous.

                              DEBBIE
                    I know what it is.  I asked you if it 
                    was interesting.  You may be the first 
                    person to ever read a JT prospectus.  
                    What are you looking for?

                              SETH
                    Some chocolate love.  Should I practice 
                    my pitch?  I know it turns you on.

          She smiles widely as she sits on the desk facing him, her 
          legs touching his.  He kisses her, then picks her up gently 
          and puts her on the table.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. SETH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT (LATER)

          The two are lying in bed.  Debbie looks happy.  Seth looks 
          like his head is in another place.

                              SETH
                    I saw John Feiner shredding a bunch of 
                    documents the other night.

                              DEBBIE
                    What?

                              SETH
                    Yeah.  He was in the back late at 
                    night.  I was going to get my bag.

                              DEBBIE
                    Did he see you?

                              SETH
                    No.
                        (pause)
                    What's going on over there?

                              DEBBIE
                    What do you mean?  You know what's 
                    going on.

                              SETH
                    You think they're doing a lot of 
                    illegal shit?

                              DEBBIE
                    Come on, Seth, you can't have it both 
                    ways.  You say you like the hard sell 
                    and the money but then you question it 
                    when you see something that's a bit 
                    off.  Either admit that it's not 
                    charity work and enjoy, or get out.  
                    But going back and forth like this is 
                    just tearing you up.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          EXT. YOUNG ISRAEL OF FLATBUSH - DAY

          The synagogue stands tall right off of Coney Island Ave.  
          Seth runs up to the front where his father is waiting for 
          him.  Marty puts his hand on Seth's shoulder as they walk in.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DAY

          Seth is closing a whale.  Chris stands next to him, watching 
          and helping.  He's pitching a Midwesterner named DEAN.

                              SETH
                    Dean, I'm not a rookie broker opening 
                    accounts for a living.  Ask me whatever 
                    you want.  But I'll tell you this.  I'm 
                    going to give you over to my secretary.  
                    You call me when the stock doubles.

          Seth pushes hold.  The table erupts in cheer.  Debbie is 
          there as well.  She too congratulates Seth.  He's beaming.  
          Greg comes over to the table.  He goes straight to Adam.

                              GREG
                    What happened?

                              ADAM
                    Seth just closed this guy for ten 
                    large.

                              GREG
                    Hey Seth, get over here.

                              SETH
                    Hey Greg, I just closed this huge 
                    account for you.

                              GREG
                    What the fuck are you doing?  You just 
                    violated a huge SEC regulation.  Who 
                    told you to start closing accounts.  
                    You're a fucking trainee.

                              SETH
                    You're kidding right?  You're not?  You 
                    told me I could use a different name on 
                    the phone.  Act as if!  I figured I'd 
                    take the initiative and make you some 
                    money.

                              CHRIS
                    Greg, I was standing right next to him 
                    the whole time.  I would have stepped 
                    right in if the kid got into trouble.

                              GREG
                    Hey!  You got a conoli you can stick in 
                    your mouth.

                              CHRIS
                    No.  You got a menorah you can shove in 
                    your ass?

                              GREG
                    I don't care about the money, Seth.  
                    Imagine if every trainee started 
                    handling their own recos.  This shop 
                    would be closed in about a week.

                              SETH
                    This is about something else.  Isn't 
                    it?

                              GREG
                    What would that be?

          Greg turns around to see Debbie.

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    Don't you have to answer the phones or 
                    something?

          She laughs at him but doesn't move.  Greg sees that the boys 
          are heading into Michael's office for their lunch time 
          gathering.  He decides to leave things for now.

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    We'll finish this later.

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

                              JIM
                    Hey Seth.  You just earned a spot pal.  
                    Get in here.

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

                              GREG
                    Big time baby.  We'll get to see if 
                    you're as good as you say you are.  It 
                    gets pretty fucking hectic in there, 
                    little man.

          Seth walks toward the office.  Greg stays behind.

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    What the fuck was that?  Don't tell me 
                    he's why we're not hitting it anymore.

                              DEBBIE
                    Hitting it?  We were never hitting it.  
                    And he's not the reason, Greg, you are.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. MICHAEL'S OFFICE - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          A group of brokers stand around Michael's conference table.  
          Seth is standing in the doorway as they lift a huge craps 
          felt onto the table.  Jackets are removed.  Seth looks 
          shocked.

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

                                                             FADE OUT.



          EXT. BOILER ROOM - NIGHT

          Seth is getting into his car.  He sees Michael and a couple 
          of other senior managers walking out of the building.  They 
          walk away from their cars toward another office building.

          Seth follows keeping his distance walking next to the 
          shrubbery.  He sees them go into the building.  He turns 
          away.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. BROOKLYN STREET - NIGHT (LATER)

          Debbie gets out of her car and makes her way toward her 
          building.  Two men approach her from the shadows and she 
          begins to RUN, but they intercept her at the front door.

          Debbie screams out and then suddenly stops as soon as she 
          sees the FBI badges they are holding in front of her face.

                              TRUE
                    Special Agent True, FBI, this is Agent 
                    Etkin.  Ms. Hilliard, we'd like to talk 
                    to you about your relationship with 
                    Seth Dais.  Oh, and about your mom's 
                    health.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. SETH'S APARTMENT - MORNING

          It's a Saturday morning.  Seth is sitting at the kitchen 
          table eating breakfast.  He has several IPO contracts out on 
          the table.  He reads as he eats.  The PHONE RINGS.

                              SETH
                    Hello?

                              SALESMAN
                    Hi, this is Ron calling you from the 
                    Daily News.  How you doing this 
                    morning?

                              SETH
                    I'm not interested.

                              SALESMAN
                    Okay.  I'm sorry to have bothered you.  
                    Have a nice day.

                              SETH
                    That's it?  That's your pitch?  You 
                    consider that a sales call??!

                              SALESMAN
                    Well, ummm...

                              SETH
                    You want to sell me a paper right?  
                    Well you guys call me every Saturday 
                    and I get the same half-assed attempt.  
                    You wanna close me?  Then sell me.

                              SALESMAN
                        (hesitantly)
                    Alright.

                              SETH
                    Go ahead, start again.

                              SALESMAN
                    Okay... Hi, this is Ron from the Daily 
                    News.  How you doing this morning?

                              SETH
                        (smiling)
                    Shitty.  What do you want?

                              SALESMAN
                    It's not what I want, sir... it's what 
                    you want.

                              SETH
                    Alright, now you're talking.  What are 
                    you selling?

                              SALESMAN
                    I'm offering you a subscription to the 
                    Daily News at a substantially reduced 
                    price.  We're trying to reach out to 
                    people that have never had home 
                    delivery before.

                              SETH
                    So, everyone else that already has a 
                    subscription is getting fucked on this 
                    one huh?

                              SALESMAN
                    ...Yeah, I guess so.

                              SETH
                    Good, I can live with that.  Now why do 
                    I want your paper?  Maybe I should get 
                    the Times or the Voice.

                              SALESMAN
                    Well the Village Voice is free, sir, so 
                    if you want it you should certainly 
                    pick it up.  But the Daily News offers 
                    you something no other paper can, a 
                    real taste of New York.  We have some 
                    writers on staff that have been with us 
                    for over fifteen years.  We have the 
                    best features!  More photographs than 
                    any other daily in New York!  And we 
                    have the most reliable delivery in the 
                    city!  Now what do you think??!!

                              SETH
                    Alright, Ron.  Now that was a sales 
                    call.  Good job!

                              SALESMAN
                    So are you going to buy a subscription?

                              SETH
                    No.  I already get the Times.

          Seth then hangs up smiling and picks up his spoon.  The PHONE 
          RINGS again and Seth picks up, irritated.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    What?

                              CHRIS (V.O.)
                    Well I thought we'd start out with a 
                    couple of drinks, then maybe dinner.  
                    Then depending on how things go, a 
                    little ya-ya.

                              SETH
                        (laughing)
                    Shut-up slut.

                              CHRIS
                    You da slut.

                              SETH
                    Alright.  I'll be the slut.  So what's 
                    up?

                              CHRIS
                    Wanted to know what the story was for 
                    later.  It's your night so you decide, 
                    Mr. Junior Broker.

                              SETH
                    Well, I was thinking that we should go 
                    into the city.  You guys are always 
                    drinking at those shitty local bars.  I 
                    say we go to a decent bar with decent 
                    poo-poo.  If I have to look at one more 
                    housewife smoking a Newport I'm gonna 
                    fucking puke.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. CHRIS' PLACE - NIGHT

          Seth walks up to the garden apartment.  It's 180 degrees from 
          Greg's place.  Small, old, in a blue collar neighborhood.  He 
          RINGS the bell.  Chris opens the door within seconds.

                              CHRIS
                    Come on in.  I want you to meet my 
                    mother.

                              SETH
                        (mutters to himself)
                    Jesus.  Am I the only one who doesn't 
                    live with their mother?



          INT. CHRIS' PLACE - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          The apartment, though small, is utterly cluttered with very 
          expensive things.  Mostly electronics -- Incredible stereo, 
          huge screen TV, every kitchen gadget ever invented.  There's 
          barely a path to walk.

                              CHRIS
                    You want something to drink?

                              SETH
                    Nah, I'm okay.  Hey let me ask you 
                    something, Chris.  Do you ever wonder 
                    how we get the rips that we do?  I mean 
                    how is it that we get rips that pay out 
                    ten times the amount of any major firm?

                              CHRIS
                    Are you kidding me?  That's the wrong 
                    question to be asking.  Who cares how.  
                    The only thing you should be wondering 
                    about is how you're gonna get laid 
                    tonight.

                              SETH
                    I'm serious.  Did you know that SEC 
                    regulations state that a maximum rip 
                    allowed is five percent of the sale.  
                    We're making four times that.

                              CHRIS
                    What are you doing, Seth?  Aren't you 
                    happy with the way things are going?

                              SETH
                    Yes.

                              CHRIS
                    So what are you doing making trouble 
                    for yourself?

                              SETH
                    Nothing.  I'm just curious.  Aren't 
                    you?

                              CHRIS
                    No.  Not at all.

          Chris walks out of the kitchen.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. CHRIS' RANGE ROVER - NIGHT (LATER)

          Seth, Chris, Greg, Richie and two of their friends from 
          another firm, Steve and Roger, are driving on the LIE.  
          Besides for Seth, they are all wearing suits.

          Jay-Z blasts on the system.  All heads are bobbing 
          simultaneously.  Shots of the approaching New York skyline.

                              RICHIE
                        (looking at NYC)
                    That's it right there, baby.  That's 
                    where I'm gonna be next year.  I'm 
                    gonna get me a phat space in Tribeca.  
                    Then all you punks can come see what 
                    real living is.

                              GREG
                    Yeah right.  You'll still be at exit 53 
                    off the LIE motherfucker.

          The song in the car changes and Richie recognizes it.  He 
          raps along.  Seth jumps in.  Greg, however, doesn't look 
          happy.  
          He's pissed that Seth has gotten so close with his friends.  
          They make their way down 2nd Ave and park near a trendy 
          restaurant.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. TRENDY RESTAURANT - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

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

                              ROGER
                    Jesus Christ, look at this.  They love 
                    us.

                              RICHIE
                    We have got so hang out in the city 
                    more often.

          The host makes her way over to the group.  She is stunning.  
          Tall, beautiful, English accent.

                              HOST
                    Five for dinner?

                              STEVE
                        (lewdly)
                    And then some.

          The host turns her back on him and takes them toward a great 
          table in the corner.  It's a curved booth facing the bar.

                              ROGER
                    Oh shit.  They're giving us the 
                    phattest table in the place.

          All of the guys are excited as they approach the table, even 
          Seth.  The host stops, places a menu on the table, and 
          then...

                              HOST
                    Oh, I'm so sorry.
                        (picking up menu)
                    This table is actually reserved for a 
                    party of six.  I have a table for you 
                    in the back though.

          Smiles disappear at this news.

                              STEVE
                    Hey!  We are a party of six.  See, 
                    there's six of us.  We want this table.

                              HOST
                    I'm sorry it isn't available.  Now 
                    follow me.

          The host takes them to a small table better suited to four 
          people.  The busboy runs two chairs over.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. TRENDY RESTAURANT - NIGHT (LATER)

          They have begun to eat their food and there are many beer 
          bottles on the table.  Richie returns from the bathroom.

                              RICHIE
                    Who UAT'd this Budweiser for me?

                              ROGER
                    I did, what's wrong?

                              RICHIE
                    I hate Bud, send this shit back.

          Seth leans over toward Chris and whispers...

                              SETH
                    Uat?

                              CHRIS
                    Unauthorized Trade.

                              SETH
                    Gotcha.

                              STEVE
                    So Seth, any grips yet?

                              SETH
                    Yeah.  You know what I hate?  Getting 
                    past the secretaries.  It doesn't 
                    matter that you're a broker calling 
                    from NYC.  It's still a sales call and 
                    that they know.

                              STEVE
                    It's true.  It don't matter if it's the 
                    Avon lady or Merryl Lynch.  The good 
                    secretaries can smell a sales call.

                              CHRIS
                    I remember when I was cold calling, the 
                    shit I'd do.  I'd get on the phone and 
                    say, Can I speak to Jim?  Secretary's 
                    like, I'm sorry, but Jim isn't in the 
                    office.  I'd be like, that's funny 
                    because I just saw his car in the lot 
                    about five minutes ago.  
                    Next thing you know, Jimbo's on the 
                    phone because you showed the lady you 
                    weren't fuckin' around.

                              ROGER
                    You guys have it easy.  JT Marlin could 
                    be any kind of company.  I have to get 
                    on the phone and say, Hi, it's Roger 
                    from Investments Incorporated.  
                    Secretary's like, "Is this concerning 
                    investments?"  Ummmm, no?

          The group bursts into laughter.

                              SETH
                    You guys know what I'm going to do?

                              GREG
                        (suddenly)
                    What the fuck do you know?  You just 
                    passed your seven this week.  Haven't 
                    even popped your cherry yet.

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

                              SETH
                    I'm going to open a fire called Bob's 
                    plumbing.  You get on the phone and 
                    say, Yeah tell him it's Bob from Bob's 
                    plumbing.  He'll be like, Oh, it's the 
                    plumber guy, yeah I'll take the call.  
                    Everyone talks to their plumber.

          Laughter all around.  Greg realizes he is alienating not only 
          Seth, but his friends too and so he makes amends...

                              GREG
                    Alright guys.  I want to make a toast 
                    to the man of the night.  Highest 
                    Series Seven score in the whole firm.  
                    You are the big swinging dick tonight.

                              CHRIS
                    Cheers, slut.

          Everyone drinks.

                              RICHIE
                    You know why he's this happy, Seth?

                              SETH
                    Oh I know.  He's thinking about the 
                    forty accounts I have to open for him 
                    before I'm on my own.  God bless the 
                    junior broker program, huh, Greg?

                              GREG
                    Oh, I don't care about that.  I'm just 
                    excited for your promising future.

          Everyone laughs.

          A table of gay men have been sitting next to the guys and are 
          finally fed up with the noise.  One of them turns around.

                              GAY MAN
                    Hey, do you guys think you could keep 
                    it down some.

                              SETH
                    Yeah, no problem.

                              STEVE
                    Why don't you guys just concentrate on 
                    your food instead of us.

                              RICHIE
                    Hey, what are you eating over there 
                    anyway?  A little tube snake smothered 
                    in underwear?

          The brokers go bonkers.  They're laughing hysterically.

                              STEVE
                    I heard the hot dogs are real good here 
                    too.  They got foot-longs.  You like 
                    those right?  A little tough to 
                    swallow, but they're good.

          At this comment, the other two men at the table sit straight 
          up, ready to engage Steve and Richie.

                              GAY MAN
                    Great outfits, you guys just come from 
                    a City Council meeting?  Or you just 
                    trying to score with the bridge and 
                    tunnel crowd?

                              STEVE
                    You know what they should do with you 
                    guys?  They should put all of you on a 
                    fucking island somewhere.

                              GAY MAN
                    Yeah, guess what?

                              STEVE
                    What?!

                              GAY MAN
                    You're on it!

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. GENERIC OFFICE - MORNING

          HARRY REYNARD sits at his desk doing paperwork.  Average man 
          somewhere in corporate America.  Has a photo of his wife and 
          two kids on the desk.  His PHONE RINGS.

                              HARRY
                    Hello?

          INTERCUT WITH:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DAY

                              SETH
                    Hi Harry, this is Seth Davis over at JT 
                    Marlin.  How you doing this afternoon?

                              HARRY
                    Fine, thanks.

                              SETH
                    You got a call from an associate broker 
                    of mine last month and I just wanted to 
                    know if you enjoyed the information we 
                    sent you.

                              HARRY
                    What information?

                              SETH
                    If you get as much mail as I do you 
                    probably brushed it aside, but more 
                    importantly we made a commitment to get 
                    back to you.  I am presenting you with 
                    an investment opportunity that I think 
                    you'll find very interesting.

                              HARRY
                    Well thanks, but I'm not really in the 
                    market for that right now.

                              SETH
                    Tell me Harry, are you married or 
                    happy?

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

                              HARRY
                    Actually, I've been married for ten 
                    years.

                              SETH
                    Oh yeah?  Six years for me.

                              HARRY
                    They're great, aren't they?

                              SETH
                    Yeah, they sure are.  So, are you 
                    playing the market at all?

                              HARRY
                    Well I don't know about playing.  I do 
                    own some blue chips.  They were 
                    actually wedding gifts from our friends 
                    in New York.

                              SETH
                    Well, I'm calling to tell you about an 
                    explosive situation we have going on 
                    right now.  A pharmaceutical company, 
                    Farrow Tech has a drug called Parattin 
                    in the third stage of FDA approval.

                              HARRY
                    What does it do?

                              SETH
                    Good question, Harry.  Good question.  
                    This is the best part.  It helps 
                    premature babies develop properly.

                              HARRY
                    Sound like a great drug.

                              SETH
                    It is.  Tell me, those Blue Chips you 
                    own, what have they done for you since 
                    you got married?

                              HARRY
                    Not much really.

                              SETH
                    Well you see, we deal in stocks that 
                    really move.

                              ADAM
                    Oh yeah, they really move.

          Seth kicks his chair hard enough to send him rolling.

                              SETH
                    I would love to show you what I mean 
                    and I can do so on a relatively small 
                    investment.

                              HARRY
                    I really can't buy anything right now, 
                    Seth.  My wife and I are buying a house 
                    this month and we're saving every last 
                    penny.

                              SETH
                    Look, I don't care how much stock you 
                    pick up.  I just want you to test me 
                    out.  Harry, I want you to judge me on 
                    the percentages I show you. Obviously I 
                    show you thirty or forty percent, no 
                    matter how big or small your position 
                    is you're gonna get pretty excited 
                    about my next idea, right?

                              HARRY
                    Well yeah.

                              SETH
                    Of course you would.  You'd be handing 
                    out my business cards, wouldn't you?

          Harry laughs.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Pick up one hundred shares.  It's the 
                    absolute firm minimum.  Okay, if I show 
                    you three or four points on the trade 
                    it's not going to make you rich.  On 
                    the same token, if the stock doesn't go 
                    anywhere you're not out in front of 
                    your store with a cup in your hand.

                              HARRY
                        (laughs)
                    No, that's true.

                              SETH
                        (serious)
                    Look Harry, the truth is I could sell 
                    you a lot more than one hundred shares 
                    and feel completely comfortable about 
                    the trade, but I'm asking you to start 
                    small just to prove what I can do for 
                    you.

                              HARRY
                    Alright.

                              SETH
                    Great!  Should I send the confirmation 
                    to your business or your home?

                              HARRY
                    Well I just have to talk to my wife 
                    first.  Then I'll call you right back.

                              SETH
                    You don't have to do that, Harry.  And 
                    I going to lunch in five minutes.

                              HARRY
                    No.  I have to talk to her first.

                              SETH
                    I have to ask you something here, 
                    Harry.  You're at work now, aren't you?

                              HARRY
                    Yes.

                              SETH
                    Well what do you do, Harry?

                              HARRY
                    I'm the purchasing manager for a 
                    gourmet foods company.

                              SETH
                    Does part of your job involve making 
                    decisions?

                              HARRY
                    Well of course.

                              SETH
                    Alright, well when you make one of 
                    these decisions do you call your wife 
                    to ask her what you should do?

                              HARRY
                        (a little annoyed)
                    No, of course not.  But that's a little 
                    bit...

                              SETH
                    Different?  How?  It's your money, you 
                    earned it.  Besides, all you're doing 
                    is investing it.  I'm not selling crack 
                    here, Harry.  I  mean she's only going 
                    to be happy when she sees you've made a 
                    wise investment for the family.  Just 
                    think of the flip side.  
                    When your wife does the shopping does 
                    she call you from Pathmark to ask you 
                    if she can use the coupons for Captain 
                    Crunch?

                              HARRY
                    Come on, that's not fair.

                              SETH
                    I'm just trying to make a point here, 
                    Harry.  We're not talking about a lot 
                    of money.  Just think what she's going 
                    to say when you bring her back a big 
                    fat check because you had the foresight 
                    to see a good thing coming.

                              HARRY
                        (long pause)
                    Alright, let's try it.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. BOILER ROOM - DAY

          A large van with tinted windows sits in an adjacent lot.  A 
          cable runs from the rear of the van to a telephone pole.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. VAN - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          Agent True sits in the van with headphones on.  The van is 
          completely decked out in surveillance gears.  True looks 
          slightly amazed.  He slowly pulls the headphones off.

                              TRUE
                    This kid is really good.  God, he's 
                    gonna go down hard.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - NIGHT

          Everyone in the firm is present tonight.  They all face the 
          front of the room, waiting.  Seth sits next to Chris.

                              SETH
                    So what's the deal here?

                              CHRIS
                    Michael always addresses the firm when 
                    there's a new issue coming out.  It's 
                    always good news.  I heard we might be 
                    taking a trip south after this meeting.

          Seth looks at Chris for further explanation but Michael walks 
          up to the front of the room and it quickly quiets down.

                              MICHAEL
                    How's everybody doing?

          The room erupts into cheers at this simple question.  Some 
          yell out Michael's name.  There is a strong energy in the 
          room.

                              MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                    Good to hear.  First thing, I wanted to 
                    congratulate you all on a huge month.  
                    For any of you not yet convinced, these 
                    were the top dogs for the month: Jim 
                    Young -- $280,000.  Chris Varick - 
                    $205,000.  Greg Feinstein - $190,000.

          The room again breaks into cheers.  Greg and Chris gets pats 
          on the shoulder.  Seth looks at Chris in awe.

                              MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                    This month is going to be bigger.  It's 
                    actually going to be the biggest month 
                    we've ever had.  We've got a new issue 
                    I want to talk to you about.  It's 
                    called Med Patent.  They've just 
                    designed the world's first retractable 
                    syringe.  This means that doctors and 
                    nurses will never again have to worry 
                    about infection from dirty needles. 
                    This is not going to be an alternative 
                    in the medical world, it's going to be 
                    the standard.  We all know we're here 
                    to make money, but if we can do 
                    something good like this, then all the 
                    better.  So I want you all to go out 
                    and buy yourselves a new car, or a 
                    house.  Whatever you want.  Go into 
                    debt.  You will make a million inside 
                    of six months.

          The place goes wild.

                              MICHAEL (CONT'D)
                    Now, onto matters of recreation.  We're 
                    taking a class trip tonight so call the 
                    ladies and tell them not to wait up.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          Everyone walks out the front doors of JT Marlin to find six 
          luxury buses waiting in the parking lot.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. HALLWAY - SUITE 418 - NIGHT

          Fade up on Seth walking down a hall towards the suite.  He 
          passes the half open door and sees a prostitute smoking a 
          cigarette in between "shifts".

                              TODD
                    Hey Seth, you want some of this?  Just 
                    get in line, bro.

                              SETH
                    Nah, that's alright.  I'm gonna go hit 
                    the tables.

                              TODD
                        (laughing)
                    Fuckin' fag.

                              SETH
                    That's me.  Can't get enough dick.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          EXT. STREET - MORNING

          Seth drives down a rundown street in Red Hook, Brooklyn.  He 
          gets out of the car by an obviously abandoned building.  He 
          walks up to a window and wipes off the dust.  It's empty.

          He turns to leave when he notices a decrepit sign against the 
          wall.  He bends down to read the faded name -- MED PATENT.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          EXT. PIER OVERLOOKING MANHATTAN - NIGHT

          Seth and Debbie sit staring at the skyline.  Debbie really 
          feels for him.  We see that here.

                              DEBBIE
                    What's wrong, baby?

                              SETH
                        (sighs)
                    What's wrong?  Everything, it feels 
                    like.  Not you, but everything else.

                              DEBBIE
                    What is it?

                              SETH
                    Things aren't right at work.  I'm sick 
                    of opening accounts for Greg.

                              DEBBIE
                    But you're almost done, baby.

          Debbie stares at him deeply.

                              DEBBIE (CONT'D)
                    There's something else.  It's your 
                    father.

                              SETH
                    ...Yeah, actually, it is.  We're 
                    finally getting along.  I mean we're 
                    having lunch next week on his request.  
                    Do you know how happy that shit makes 
                    me?!

                              DEBBIE
                    I do.

                              SETH
                    But it's all based on this fucking job.  
                    This very legitimate respectable job.  
                    A job he can tell his friends about 
                    during the Yom Kippur appeal.  And it's 
                    all bullshit.

                              DEBBIE
                    Then you'll quit.  You'll tell him what 
                    was happening and he'll respect you for 
                    walking away.

                              SETH
                    I can't do that!  I've invested too 
                    much time and energy.

          Seth takes a deep breath here and stares at Debbie.

                              DEBBIE
                    Talk to me, Seth.

                              SETH
                    I figured out how Michael's making his 
                    money.  I almost wish I hadn't; because 
                    it's all illegal.

                              DEBBIE
                    It really is, huh?  Well we knew it was 
                    shady.  So how's he doing it?

                              SETH
                    It's called bridge financing.  It's so 
                    simple.  A group of investors make a 
                    loan to a private company.  Let's say 
                    for three million.  After the company 
                    gets taken public they pay back a 
                    million in cash and the other two they 
                    pay back in common stock, but at the 
                    IPO price.  So the investors basically 
                    get two million worth of IPO stock.  
                    Then they can sell it on the open 
                    market at triple what they bought it 
                    for.  Now that's actually all legal as 
                    long as the investors are not tied to 
                    the brokerage house.  But Michael's 
                    friends are the investors on every IPO 
                    we do.

                              DEBBIE
                    That's why all the names were the same 
                    on the contracts.

                              SETH
                    Right.  Then he has us push it all on 
                    the open market.  We're selling 
                    Michael's shares.  That's where the two 
                    dollar rips come in.  He can afford to 
                    pay us that much.  He's still in an 
                    obscene profit margin.  It's to his 
                    advantage to give us those rips.  He 
                    has to motivate us to push these 
                    stocks.  He depends on us to literally 
                    create the market.  It's all artificial 
                    demand.  There's no other firm selling 
                    this shit.  That's why he's always 
                    telling us to go into debt.  He wants 
                    us hungry.  Then as soon as we sell off 
                    Michael's position there's no need to 
                    maintain the inflated price anymore.  
                    We stop pushing it and it crashes.  And 
                    get this.  The last IPO, Med Patent, 
                    it's cardboard.  No research and 
                    development, no employees, not even a 
                    fucking building.  Annual reports are 
                    all bullshit.  Michael manufactures 
                    them.  Med Patent doesn't exist.

                              DEBBIE
                    Jesus Christ, Seth.  Now what?

                              SETH
                    Now?  I don't know.  Maybe now I go do 
                    it for myself.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. CASINO - NIGHT (LATER)

          The casino is barely full.  Seth stands there exhausted, 
          surveying the scene.  Jeff walks over and hands Seth an 
          envelope.  They exchange hellos but nothing more.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. SETH'S ROOM - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          Seth reaches over to the monitor and switches it on.  He 
          opens the envelope and empties about $5,000 onto the bed.

          He looks very upset as he counts out the money finally 
          throwing it on the bed and then YELLING.

                              SETH
                    Jeff!  Come on up here!

          We see Jeff's head snap up as he stares at Seth through the 
          monitor.  He leaves the table as another dealer replaces him.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    What's going on?  One week I can 
                    understand, but this is approaching 
                    four months, and we're down forty 
                    percent from the last month I was here 
                    full time.

                              JEFF
                    What the fuck do you want from me?  I'm 
                    not you, Seth.  I'm not going to kill 
                    myself for half the profit.  You get to 
                    come in here and just pick up your 
                    money and it sucks.

                              SETH
                    What?  It's my business.  I created it, 
                    remember?  You used to make ten dollars 
                    an hour.  Now you're pulling in a 
                    thousand a week.  And you're still not 
                    happy?  What the fuck is that?  And you 
                    still haven't answered me as to why 
                    profits are down this much.  What's 
                    going on, Jeff?!

                              JEFF
                    Nothing, you can check the tapes.

                              SETH
                    For what?  I didn't say anything.  You 
                    skimming, Jeff?

                              JEFF
                    No I'm not.  Look, we've been closing 
                    earlier than usual and we've been 
                    opening later.  I can't handle the 
                    twenty-four hour gig anymore, Seth.  
                    This isn't Denny's.  I'm trying to 
                    finish school here.

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

                              SETH
                    Alright look, why don't you take on 
                    another partner and split your end 
                    which I'll up to sixty-five percent.  
                    Then you can work at night and go to 
                    school during the day.

                              JEFF
                    I'm already doing that.

                              SETH
                        (surprised)
                    You are?

                              JEFF
                    Yeah, I took Dave on last month.

                              SETH
                    And you still can't handle it?

                              JEFF
                    No.

          Seth looks off toward the wall and then...

                              SETH
                    Fuck!!

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. HARRY & SUSAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

          Harry is working on dinner.  His two young children, MAX and 
          SARA, laugh at their father who makes funny faces at them.

          Harry turns away and then turns back with two stalks of 
          asparagus coming out of his mouth like tusks.  He mimics a 
          walrus for his children who laugh hysterically.

                              SARA
                    Daddy!  You look ridiculous.

                              MAX
                    No, it's funny, Dad.  Keep going.

          Max eats some asparagus while still smiling at his Dad.

                              MAX (CONT'D)
                    Hey Dad, my pee smells funny after I 
                    eat this stuff.

                              SARA
                    Yeah, mine too!

          Harry's wife, SUSAN, walks in with the mail in her hands.  
          She's 32, both plain and smart looking.  She looks through 
          the mail while taking her coat off.

                              SUSAN
                    Okay guys, let's settle down.  You 
                    really have a knack at stimulating 
                    great conversation with the kids.

                              HARRY
                    Yeah, it's a talent huh?  I found out 
                    that the new medical program includes 
                    dental.

                              SUSAN
                    Are you serious?  That's great.  You 
                    hear this, kids?  You're going to get 
                    to go to the dentist for free.

          Both Sara and Max both grimace at the same time.

                              MAX
                    Great job, Dad.

          Susan sees a piece of mail that catches her eye.

                              SUSAN
                    Harry, who's JT Marlin?

                              HARRY
                    Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you.  I 
                    brought a little bit of stock.

          Susan looks up.

                              SUSAN
                    What did you buy?

                              HARRY
                    Oh, it's this great pharmaceutical 
                    company that's poised for a big jump.  
                    They make this new drug that helps 
                    premature babies survive their initial 
                    three months.  Isn't that great?

                              SUSAN
                    How much did you buy?

                              HARRY
                    Nothing crazy, Susan.  Just a hundred 
                    shares.

                              SUSAN
                    At with price?

                              HARRY
                    Eight dollars.  Take it easy hon.

          Susan relaxes somewhat at this answer.

                              SUSAN
                    How did you even know who to call?

                              HARRY
                    Well actually, he called me.

                              SUSAN
                    Who did?

                              HARRY
                    Seth Davis.  The broker.  He's a really 
                    great guy.  Family man actually.

                              SUSAN
                    How did he get your name?

                              HARRY
                    I have no idea.

                              SETH
                    Doesn't that worry you?

                              HARRY
                    No, not particularly.
                        (abruptly)
                    Hey look, it's okay!

          Susan and the kids all detect this change in tone.

                              HARRY (CONT'D)
                        (calmly)
                    It's a small investment and I'm just 
                    testing this guy out.  If he doesn't 
                    show us any gains on this trade then I 
                    won't do business with him again.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

          Seth kneels on the floor rolling dice with some other 
          brokers.  He turns to see a kid sitting in the waiting room 
          staring at him just like he did months earlier.

          Jim walks in and all of the brokers jump to find seats.  Jim 
          drops his coat on the desk and starts right up.

                              JIM
                    This is gonna be a quick one, boys.  
                    You passed your sevens over a month 
                    ago, and yet no one has opened the 
                    necessary forty accounts for their team 
                    leader yet.  Seth is the only one of 
                    you that's even close.

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

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                    I did it in twenty-six days when I was 
                    a junior broker.  You're not sending 
                    out press packets anymore.  None of 
                    this Debbie the Time Life operator 
                    shit.  It's time to go to work.  Get on 
                    the phones and be aggressive.
                        (uncovering his coffee)
                    I remember this guy once called me to 
                    sell me some stock.  I let him pitch 
                    me.  I got every fucking rebuttal out 
                    of this guy.  Kept him on the phone for 
                    an hour and a half.  Toward the end I 
                    started asking him buying questions.  
                    Like, what's the firm minimum?  That's 
                    a buying question.  I ask a question 
                    like that, he should take me down.  
                    It's not like I asked him what his 800 
                    number was.  That's a fuck off 
                    question.  I was giving him a run but 
                    he blew it.  To a question like, What's 
                    the firm minimum the answer is zero!  
                    You don't like the idea, don't pick up 
                    a single share.  This putz is telling 
                    me...
                        (mocking)
                    ...ummm, a hundred shares?  Wrong 
                    answer!  You have to learn how to 
                    close.  Always be closing!  You have to 
                    push.  Keep asking questions.  Ask 
                    rhetorical ones just to get a yes out 
                    of them.  If you were drowning and I 
                    threw you a life jacket would you grab 
                    it?  Yes?  Good.  Pick up two hundred 
                    shares, I won't let you down.  Ask a 
                    guy if he'll let you down.  
                    Ask a guy if he'll be happy to see 
                    thirty to forty percent return.  What's 
                    he gonna say?  Fuck you, I don't want 
                    to see those returns?

          Everybody laughs.

                              JIM (CONT'D)
                    Stop laughing, it's not funny.  If you 
                    can't close then start thinking about 
                    another career.  I'm serious.  I am 
                    dead serious about that.  Have your 
                    rebuttals ready.  Anybody says call me 
                    tomorrow, that's bullshit!  Anybody 
                    says they got money problems about two 
                    hundred shares is lying.  You know what 
                    I say to that?  Tell me you don't like 
                    my idea, tell me you don't like my 
                    firm, tell me you don't like my fucking 
                    tie, but don't tell me you can't pull 
                    twenty five hundred together.  You hear 
                    me, boys?  There is no such thing as a 
                    "no sale" call.  A sale is made on 
                    every call you make.  You either sell 
                    the client some stock or he sells you a 
                    reason he can't.  Either way it's a 
                    sale.  The question is, who's gonna 
                    close, you or him?  Be relentless!  
                    Alright, I'm done.

          Jim walks out as suddenly as he came in.  Seth ambles out of 
          the office.  He has many things on his mind.  He sees Chris.

                              CHRIS
                    How smooth is that motherfucker?

                              SETH
                    Too smooth.

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

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    So Chris, I've been reading the 
                    contracts.

                              CHRIS
                    For the IPO's?
                        (laughs)
                    I was just kidding.  No one really 
                    reads them.

                              SETH
                    Yeah, okay.  Anyway the company we're 
                    selling now that makes that retractable 
                    syringe...

                              CHRIS
                    Med Patent.

                              SETH
                    Right.  Well, I was reading their 
                    prospectus and... Well, they don't fill 
                    the minimum requirements to be taken 
                    public.

                              CHRIS
                    Seth, you just started here.  You can't 
                    possibly know what the fuck you're 
                    talking about.  You didn't even finish 
                    college.

                              SETH
                    Listen to me.  To float a stock , you 
                    need at least two years worth of 
                    audited financial statements.  They 
                    don't have any.

                              CHRIS
                    Look Seth.  I thought we already went 
                    through this.  You're a good kid, and I 
                    like you a lot, but this is bullshit.  
                    Michael knows all about this stuff.  We 
                    don't.  He doesn't tell you how to 
                    trade, so don't tell him how to do his 
                    business.  He's the reason we make 
                    bank, and he hasn't steered us wrong, 
                    ever.

                              SETH
                    Chris.  I went to the address listed on 
                    the prospectus. It's an abandoned 
                    building.

          Chris grabs Seth and SHOVES him into a corner.

                              CHRIS
                    Listen to me, Seth, and listen good.  I 
                    will back you up against Greg or 
                    anybody else that fucks with you.  But 
                    on this I am telling you to shut the 
                    fuck up.  You will not rock this boat.

          Seth looks stunned and Chris realizes he may have gone a bit 
          overboard.  He tries to reel things back in.

                              CHRIS (CONT'D)
                    Now how many more accounts do you owe 
                    Greg?

                              SETH
                    Three.

                              CHRIS
                    So you'll be out of Greg's reach in a 
                    couple of days.  Knock them off and 
                    you're on your own.  You're gonna make 
                    a lot of money after that.  A lot of 
                    money, Seth.  Just don't fuck it up now 
                    'cause you're pissed at Greg.  Got it?

                              SETH
                    Yeah Chris.  I got it.

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

                              CHRIS
                    You're a good kid.  Too fucking smart 
                    though.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. BOILER ROOM - DAY (LATER)

          It's late afternoon as Seth walks out the front door.  He 
          heads toward the building he saw Michael and the other guys 
          go into.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          The building is brand new and he wonders where to begin when 
          a JANITOR rounds the corner.

                              SETH
                    Hey, how you doing?

                              JANITOR
                    Fine, thanks.

                              SETH
                    I'm trying to find the space that our 
                    company just rented.

                              JANITOR
                    What's the name of the company?  We've 
                    only rented out a couple of offices.

                              SETH
                    JT Marlin.

                              JAMES
                    Nope.  No company by that name.  You 
                    sure you got the right building?

                              SETH
                    Yeah.  Michael Brantley told me to come 
                    by.

                              JANITOR
                    Michael.  Big guy, maybe thirty years 
                    old?  Sharp dresser?

                              SETH
                    Yeah, that's him.

                              JANITOR
                    Second floor.  Suite 206.  You can go 
                    up and have a look.

                              SETH
                    It's not locked.

                              JAMES
                    Nah.  Just cheap phones in there, 
                    that's all.

          Seth finds the suite and opens the door.  He stops in 
          amazement.  It's the identical set up of JT Marlin's floor.  
          The desks are all in and there are close to 400 phones in the 
          room.  Nothing else.  Suddenly he hears VOICES from around 
          the corner of the L-shaped room.  He ducks behind a filing 
          cabinet.  Michael and John Feiner come around the corner.

                              MICHAEL
                    Now if the heat does come and we have 
                    to jump, how long will it take to move 
                    the whole firm?  I mean everything.

                              JOHN
                    Under two hours, literally.  They'll be 
                    making calls that afternoon.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          EXT. FEDERAL COURTHOUSE - DAY

          Seth bounds up the front steps into the building.



          INT. COURTROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          Seth quietly enters the courtroom.  It's almost full.  The 
          guard instantly recognizes him and they shake hands.

          Seth sits down in the back and watches his father sitting up 
          on the bench.  Marty does not see him.  Seth looks on in 
          wonder.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. GRAND DELI - DAY (LATER)

          Seth and Marty are eating pastrami sandwiches.

                              MARTY
                    So what do you think of the suit?

                              SETH
                        (shocked)
                    You're asking me?

                              MARTY
                    Sure.  You've got good taste in 
                    clothing.

                              SETH
                    Actually I like it a lot.  I noticed it 
                    earlier.  Real departure for you 
                    though.

                              MARTY
                    Not the usual stodgy old judge garb 
                    huh?

                              SETH
                    No.  You even nailed the tie.

                              MARTY
                        (smiles)
                    Even?  Are you going to start investing 
                    my money soon?  I could use a better 
                    return than Fidelity's getting me.

                              SETH
                    I don't know if I'm ready for that.  
                    Too much pressure.  Imagine if I lost 
                    your retirement fund on some small-cap 
                    stock.  God, that would be funny.

                              MARTY
                    Yeah, hysterical.

          They both laugh.

                              MARTY (CONT'D)
                    So what kind of stocks are you trading 
                    these days?

                              SETH
                        (answers carefully)
                    Mostly tech and pharmaceuticals.

                              MARTY
                    You got any tips for me?

                              SETH
                    Dad.  I didn't know you had it in you.

                              MARTY
                    What?  I never said I didn't like to 
                    make money.  It's the method I've 
                    always been concerned about.

          Marty looks at his son, smiling.

                              MARTY (CONT'D)
                    See Seth, we're having lunch here like 
                    real people.  I told you we could get 
                    to this.

                              SETH
                        (somber)
                    You did.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DAY

          Debbie is answering incoming calls.  She answers one call 
          after another until one call makes her FREEZE.

                              DEBBIE
                    JT Marlin, how may I direct your call?

                              TRUE
                    I think I'll just talk to you.

                              DEBBIE
                        (extremely nervous)
                    Why are you calling me here?  I told 
                    you I would talk to you as soon as I 
                    knew.

                              TRUE
                    Time's running out, Deb.  I need to 
                    know what he's doing.  Serve him up.

                              DEBBIE
                    He hasn't done anything wrong.  There' 
                    nothing I can tell you.  Why don't you 
                    go after Feinstein or one of the other 
                    guys?  Seth's a good kid.

                              TRUE
                    We want to nail those other guys.  
                    We're not interested in putting Seth 
                    away.  So if you care about him so much 
                    then you better find something on him.  
                    Your immunity deal won't be on the 
                    table forever.  
                    I'm just thinking about your mother 
                    that's all.  One of us has to.

          True hangs up.  Debbie's badly shaken.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. HARRY & SUSAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

          Harry sits in the living room looking at the Wall Street 
          Journal.  He's nervous.  He keeps looking toward the door 
          like an adolescent with a porn magazine.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - MORNING

          Seth is on the phone closing his 40th and final account as a 
          junior broker.  We are very TIGHT ON Seth.

                              SETH
                    The only problem you're going to have 
                    is that I didn't come down there an 
                    twist your arm to buy a thousand 
                    shares.  You simply have no idea what 
                    you've tapped into here today.  That's 
                    right.  My secretary will take all your 
                    information.  I have to hop.  Bye.

          Seth pushes the hold button and we pull out to see that the 
          whole table was listening in.  Chris looks proud.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Make it so, Sheryl.
                        (then yelling)
                    Yes!  Finally!  My first whale and my 
                    first account.  My book baby!

          Greg calls out from the head of the table.

                              GREG
                    Hey Seth, hate to bust in on your 
                    little victory speech, but that's your 
                    fortieth account.

                              SETH
                    Right.  So it's mine.  I'm out of the 
                    junior broker program.  I don't work 
                    for you No Mo'!

                              GREG
                    Well you're out, but that account's 
                    mine.

                              SETH
                    Fuck that.  I keep the fortieth.

                              GREG
                    No you don't.

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

                              SETH
                    Is this about Debbie?  Are you that 
                    bitter?  I have made you a lot of money 
                    over the last three months, more than 
                    any other trainee.

                              GREG
                    Sorry Seth.  I couldn't do it if I 
                    wanted to.  It's the rules.

                              CHRIS
                    Hey, come on, Greg.  You can bend the 
                    rules.  I gave my guys...

                              GREG
                    Get the fuck out of here, Chris.

          Greg gets up and walks toward Seth.

                              CHRIS
                    Not yourself these days, man.  Not 
                    yourself.

                              SETH
                    Fuck you, Greg.

          Greg moves very quickly toward Seth who doesn't react quick 
          enough.  Greg SHOVES him hard enough to send him sprawling.

                              GREG
                    You're on my team, I'm not on yours.  
                    Try to remember that bitch.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. PROSPECT PARK - DAY

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

          A black man approaches, pushing a baby carriage. He is 
          dressed in hip-hop styled clothing.  Seth looks at the man as 
          he passes and then turns to catch a glimpse of the baby.  
          Instead, he sees a huge boom-box in the carriage.

          Marty emerges behind him.  He looks irate.

                              SETH
                    Dad?

                              MARTY
                        (icy, controlled)
                    I spoke to Howard Goldberg over at 
                    Prudential.  You lied again you 
                    unbelievable piece... You lied to all 
                    of us.  He told me all about JT Marlin.  
                    A chop shop.  You've been selling their 
                    shit all this time.  How many people 
                    have you fucked over so far, Seth?  
                    Huh?  How many?

          Seth does not answer.

                              MARTY (CONT'D)
                    All that bullshit about them wanting to 
                    know you how the business works.  The 
                    great training program.  Profits you've 
                    heard for your customers!  Did you make 
                    them anything?  Just tell me, did you 
                    make them any money?

                              SETH
                    No.  Not a penny.

                              MARTY
                    I'm done with you, Seth.  This is it.  
                    You're out of our lives.  I don't want 
                    to see you again.  Don't come by the 
                    house, don't call.  This is worse than 
                    the casino.  You've been stealing here.

                              SETH
                    I was gonna tell you, Dad.  I was just 
                    waiting for the right time.

          Marty turns and walks away.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Dad!

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. HARRY & SUSAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

          They're fighting.  Max and Sara are sitting on the floor in 
          the hallway outside their bedroom.  They're scared.

                              HARRY
                    You think I want to live in this 
                    apartment the rest of my life?!

                              SUSAN
                    Sometimes I wonder.

                              HARRY
                    Oh please!  I'm the one who got the 
                    raise, Susan, try and remember that.  
                    I'm the one that goes out every day and 
                    supports this family.

                              SUSAN
                    You can't keep using that shit, Harry.  
                    I've told you a million times I have no 
                    problem going out and getting a job to 
                    help pitch in, but you forbid it.  Then 
                    you go and use it against me.

                              HARRY
                    Look Susan, we're going to buy the 
                    house.  I promise.  We will get the 
                    house.  Just get off my back!

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. FBI ECONOMIC CRIMES UNIT - DAY

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

                              DIRECTOR
                    Listen to me.  I want him brought in 
                    here.  You've already got a strong 
                    case.  He'll turn states.

                              TRUE
                    What do we have on him?  Manipulative 
                    trading tactics?  What can we threaten 
                    him with, license revocation?  He'll 
                    never go for it.  We need more.  I know 
                    he's up to something. I can feel it.

                              DIRECTOR
                    I can't afford to leave him out there 
                    any longer.  This girlfriend of his may 
                    have already tipped him off.  He could 
                    run at any time.

                              TRUE
                    She hasn't, sir.

                              DIRECTOR
                    How could you possibly know that?  And 
                    if you're right, and she's so loyal to 
                    you, then why hasn't she given us any 
                    information yet?  I want Davis brought 
                    in by the end of the week.  Period.

                              TRUE
                    Fine.

          True storms out of the office.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

          Debbie is sitting in a reception area filling out a job 
          application for a temp agency.  A woman is sitting  next to 
          her.  Debbie look completely morose.

                              WOMAN
                    How many words can you type a minute?

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. COURTHOUSE - DAY (SAME TIME)

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

          Seth goes into the private chamber and puts his bag down on 
          the leather sofa.  Huge bookcases, mahogany desk.  Judge 
          stuff.

          Seth looks at a photo resting on the desk.  It's a picture of 
          Seth on the Mongoose.  His father is standing next to him 
          smiling broadly.  It's the day his father bought him the 
          bike.

          Seth looks as emotional as we have ever seen him.  Marty 
          comes in through another door, startled to see Seth there.

                              MARTY
                    What are you doing here?  I thought I 
                    told you I didn't want to see you 
                    again.

                              SETH
                    I need to talk to you.

                              MARTY
                    Get out.

                              SETH
                    Dad, I really need to talk.

                              MARTY
                    What is it?!

                              SETH
                    I want out of the firm.

                              MARTY
                    Great.  So leave.  I don't really care 
                    what you do anymore.  But your coming 
                    here is unacceptable.  You want to cost 
                    me my judgeship?  I can't have any 
                    connection to you.

                              SETH
                    You know how you asked me to invest for 
                    you?  Well I've got something.  It's a 
                    sure thing.

                              MARTY
                    You've got to be kidding me, Seth.  Get 
                    out.

                              SETH
                    I'm talking about making you half a 
                    million on the next new issue.  And 
                    it's safe.

                              MARTY
                    Seth, listen.

                              SETH
                    I play you off as a whale by having you 
                    go in on a couple of big trades that JT 
                    Marlin tells you to invest in.  You 
                    know, prove your loyalty.  Figure 
                    you'll drop $50,000.

                              MARTY
                    Are you fucking nuts?

                              SETH
                    Just listen to me.  After you drop the 
                    fifty they'll have faith in you as a 
                    customer.  When the next IPO comes out 
                    you'll get a huge chunk for being so 
                    loyal.  Then instead of holding onto it 
                    until Michael can sell off all of the 
                    common stock, you dump it the same day.  
                    We'll make a fortune and the stock will 
                    immediately collapse.  That should 
                    raise enough red flags for the SEC to 
                    come in and close shop within a week.  
                    We walk rich and JT goes down.

                              MARTY
                    I can't believe we're having this 
                    conversation.

                              SETH
                    This is the way I want to get out.

                              MARTY
                    Tough shit, Seth!  You better walk 
                    right now before you're the one the SEC 
                    comes after.

                              SETH
                    But this way I can leave and give them 
                    a taste of their own medicine.

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

                              MARTY
                    I don't understand you.  I really 
                    don't.  You think I'm going to help you 
                    commit a crime?

                              SETH
                    A crime?  You don't like these people 
                    any more than I do.  The whole firm is 
                    crooked.  We're serving justice.  And 
                    who are we committing a crime against?

                              MARTY
                    This is bullshit rhetoric.  What's this 
                    all about?  Do I have to play on your 
                    terms?  An act of faith?  Is that it?

                              SETH
                    I just wanted to do this with someone I 
                    trusted, that's all.  I'm getting out 
                    like you told me to.

                              MARTY
                    I can't do it, Seth.  It's illegal!

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

                              SETH
                    You remember this day?

                              MARTY
                    Of course.  I bought you that bike.

                              SETH
                    Do you remember what happened about a 
                    month after this?

                              MARTY
                    What do you want from me, Seth?

                              SETH
                    Do you remember when I broke my leg?

                              MARTY
                        (snaps)
                    Of course I remember!  You were 
                    hysterical. I had to get you to stop.

                              SETH
                    Hysterical?  You mean like you are 
                    right now?  I wasn't even crying, Dad.

                              MARTY
                    Get out of here.

                              SETH
                    Sorry I couldn't get the job you wanted 
                    me to have.  But you know what, who 
                    gives a shit?  I'm good at what I do.  
                    The casino was a business!!  A 
                    legitimate business! And I ran it 
                    pretty fucking well, Dad.  To think I 
                    closed it for you.

                              MARTY
                        (shocked)
                    You closed it?

                              SETH
                    Then I went after this job because I 
                    thought it was what you wanted me to be 
                    doing.  I didn't know they were a 
                    fucking chop-shop when I went there.
                        (laughs sadly)
                    It's like I can't get away from it.  
                    But I tried to make the changes you 
                    told me to.  I did everything you said.  
                    I'm leaving JT now.  I'm just asking 
                    you to do this one thing with me.  Just 
                    this one last thing.

          Marty really considers him, perhaps for the first time.

                              MARTY
                    I'm sorry, Seth.  I can't do it.

                              SETH
                    Fine, I'll find someone else.

          Seth gets up and walks out.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. DEBBIE'S APARTMENT - MORNING

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

                              DEBBIE
                    What are you gonna do now?

                              SETH
                    I'm still gonna do it.  I have this 
                    friend who may go in with me.  Till 
                    then I'm gonna make as much money as I 
                    can at the firm.  I don't care who gets 
                    fucked anymore.  My father can go to 
                    hell!

                              DEBBIE
                    Seth please, my mom.

                              SETH
                    Sorry.

                              DEBBIE
                    I don't think this is a good idea.  Why 
                    don't you just quit?

                              SETH
                    No.  I told you.  I've invested too 
                    much time.  And I have no fucking money 
                    coming in anymore because Jeff tanked 
                    my gold mine.  I need this.

                              DEBBIE
                    How about finding a position at a real 
                    brokerage house?  You're a great broker 
                    now.  I'm sure you could easily get a 
                    job.

                              SETH
                    Doing what?  Ticket running?  Coming 
                    from JT Marlin you think they're going 
                    to let me trade for them?  There's no 
                    way.

          Seth looks up at the ceiling.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Why are you so against this anyway?  
                    What do you care if I pull this off?  
                    It'll be great for both of us.

                              DEBBIE
                    I just have a bad feeling about it.

                              SETH
                    You know what, I gotta go.

                              DEBBIE
                    Where are you going?  Seth, wait.  I 
                    need to talk to...

                              SETH
                        (dazed)
                    I have to go figure this all out.

          Seth gets up and leaves.

                              DEBBIE
                    Seth.

          He walks out.  Debbie pauses at the door, wanting to run 
          after him, to TELL HIM!  She cries.  Her mother's call makes 
          the decision for her.  She locks up and walks toward her 
          mother.

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

                              DEBBIE (CONT'D)
                        (while unlocking)
                    Baby, I'm so sorry.  I need to tell you 
                    something I've been keeping in for...

          She opens the door to Agent True and literally JUMPS from 
          fear.

          True walks in without being invited.

                              TRUE
                    Why don't you do that.  Why don't you 
                    tell me something.

                              DEBBIE
                        (almost hysterical)
                    Be quiet, my mother's finally sleeping.

          They walk to the living room.

                              TRUE
                    What's he doing?

                              DEBBIE
                    Nothing.  He's doing nothing.  But I 
                    found out how Michael operates the 
                    whole thing.  Let me give you that.

                              TRUE
                    Honestly, you're a shitty witness.  
                    Black secretaries are not as credible 
                    as white stock brokers.  It's a fucked 
                    up legal system.  We need Seth to 
                    testify, not you.  Now what the fuck is 
                    he up to?

                              DEBBIE
                    He hasn't said a word to me.

          True stares at her hard when...

                              TRUE
                    You're a smart girl, Debbie.  Why are 
                    you doing this to me?

                              DEBBIE
                    What?

                              TRUE
                    Normally, we could play this game for a 
                    bit, but this is just such a bad time 
                    to fuck with me!

                              DEBBIE
                    What do you want me to tell you?

                              TRUE
                    You want me to go wake Mom? Maybe if we 
                    all sit down and talk about things we 
                    can figure out a way to have someone 
                    come and give her her medication while 
                    you're upstate.

                              DEBBIE
                    Fuck you.

                              TRUE
                    Give him up!!

          Debbie finally loses it.  She begins to sob.

                              DEBBIE
                    Alright.

                              TRUE
                    Go ahead!  What's he doing?

                              MOTHER (O.S.)
                    Debbie, are you okay?

                              TRUE
                    Are you?

                              DEBBIE
                    He's going in with a friend on an IPO 
                    scam this week.  It's on the new issue.  
                    I better get immunity you piece of 
                    shit.

                              TRUE
                    Keep talking to me like that.  That's 
                    your best bet.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. HARRY & SUSAN'S APARTMENT - DAY

          Harry is outside raking leaves when he hears the phone ring.  
          Susan looks up at him because he seems so jumpy.

                              SUSAN
                    I'll get it.

                              HARRY
                    No!
                        (calmer)
                    I mean, I'll get it.

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

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DAY (SAME TIME)

          The firm is going nuts.  An IPO from last week, Farrow Tech, 
          just had its rip bumped to $2.  It's a big money day.

                              ADAM
                    You do not look like you are fucking 
                    around today.

                              SETH
                    That is because I am not fucking 
                    around.  I am making bank today and I 
                    do not care who the fuck I take it 
                    from.

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. HARRY & SUSAN'S APARTMENT - DAY

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

                              HARRY
                    Hello?

                              SETH
                    Hi Harry.

                              HARRY
                    Seth!  Did you get my calls?

                              SETH
                    Yes Harry, it's just been crazy here.

                              HARRY
                    What the hell's happening with Farrow 
                    Tech, it's dropped five points since I 
                    bought it.  I wanna sell.

                              SETH
                    Sell now?  The stock is down!  You 
                    don't make money in the market buying 
                    high and selling low, Harry.

                              HARRY
                    So what's going on?  Tell me why we 
                    shouldn't just get out now.

                              SETH
                    Alright, here's the deal.  I told you 
                    things would happen within sixty days, 
                    it's only twenty so far, but the 
                    situation here is explosive and I 
                    wanted to get you involved.  That's why 
                    I haven't returned any calls.  I've 
                    been gathering information all morning.  
                    So here it is: The stock's down for 
                    tech reasons.  It's been on the 
                    restricted list all week.  But it's the 
                    same company.  As a matter of fact, 
                    while it was on the restricted list, 
                    Farrow was doing nothing but signing 
                    more contracts.  I'm telling you it's 
                    looking like our next big one here.  
                    Hold on a second, Harry.

          Seth pushes hold.  Jim Young has walked in front of the board 
          and begins to speak to the firm.

                              JIM
                    Just got word from Michael.  The rip on 
                    Farrow Tech is now three dollars.

          The place explodes.  Seth gets back on the phone.

                              SETH
                    Listen to this, Harry.

          Seth holds the phone out toward the chaos.

                              HARRY
                    Jesus Christ, what's going on over 
                    there?

                              SETH
                    See what I'm saying?  People know.  The 
                    place is going nuts.  It's already up a 
                    point and its just coming off the 
                    restricted list.  I'm advising all my 
                    clients to get in on this, and heavy.  
                    Hold on a second, let me close the door 
                    to my office.

          Seth holds the phone next to the open drawer of his desk, and 
          then slams it shut.  He then clambers under his desk for some 
          quiet.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    Alright, now you get the same stock 
                    that we picked up at eight, only now 
                    it's at four.  Now, when it was at 
                    eight I told you it was going to 
                    twenty, right?

                              HARRY
                    You did.

                              SETH
                    Right, and it's still going there, 
                    probably even higher now.  This doesn't 
                    change anything except that you're 
                    going to make more money than you did 
                    before.  Look Harry, I liked it at 
                    eight, I love it at four.  It's an 
                    average down for you.

                              HARRY
                    What?

                              SETH
                    Dollar cost averaging.  If you own a 
                    hundred shares at ten dollars and now 
                    you buy another one hundred at five, 
                    that's a F200 shares at $7.50 a share.  
                    Your cost basis is lower.  Now if I get 
                    you involved at ten and take you out at 
                    fifteen, you've made how many points 
                    Harry?

                              HARRY
                    Five.

                              SETH
                    Exactly.  But if I get you involved at 
                    seven and a half and I take you out at 
                    fifteen, well that's seven and a half 
                    points, that's even better.

                              HARRY
                        (shaky, but turning toward 
                         Seth)
                    I don't know.

                              SETH
                    I also have a bullet on it.  A couple 
                    of days ago Dan Dorfman, on CNBC, put a 
                    heavy buy recommendation on Farrow 
                    Tech.  Reason being, he's been in 
                    contact with the CEO of the company and 
                    they feel FDA approval will happen in 
                    the next three or four weeks.
                        (gaining speed)
                    Listen to me.  Off the record, I just 
                    called a broker friend of mine at 
                    another firm and had him pick me up 
                    fifty thousand shares under my sister-
                    in-law's name.  I'm going to put all my 
                    kids through college with this stock.  
                    Look, I have a thousand more phone 
                    calls to make, Harry.  I have to call 
                    every one of my clients and give them 
                    this same opportunity.  Remember when 
                    we first spoke?  I told you that this 
                    firm only had five or six great ideas a 
                    year!  Well, Harry, this is one of 
                    those ideas.

          Seth awkwardly reaches up for his glass of water on the desk 
          spilling it all over himself.  He doesn't make a sound.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    I remember you saying something about 
                    buying a house, right?

                              HARRY
                    Yeah.

                              SETH
                    Well, how'd you like to pay for it 
                    tomorrow... in cash?

                              HARRY
                    You're serious.

                              SETH
                    Serious as cancer.

                              HARRY
                    All I've got is the fifty thousand from 
                    our savings.

                              SHERYL
                    Seth, you've got a call on line three.

                              SETH
                    That's my secretary.  I gotta go.  I 
                    have a lot of clients I need to make 
                    money for today.  What's it gonna be, 
                    Harry?

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. SETH'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

          Seth is on the phone.

                              SETH
                    I thought you were coming over tonight?

                              DEBBIE
                    I can't make it.  I'm not feeling well. 

                              SETH
                    Come over.  I'll take care of you.

                              DEBBIE
                    No.  I'm going to just stay here.

                              SETH
                    Alright, then I'll come over there.  
                    I'll bring you some soup.

                              DEBBIE
                    No.  Don't.  Mom's not doing too well 
                    either.

                              SETH
                    Oh shit.  I'm sorry.

                              DEBBIE
                    It's stressing me out a bit.  I'll talk 
                    to you tomorrow.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. MARTY'S HOUSE - DEN - NIGHT

          Marty sits in his den going over the mail. He hears his wife 
          on the phone with Seth in the next room.

                              MOTHER (O.S.)
                    I know, Seth.  But you really went too 
                    far this time.  I thought we were past 
                    the lying.  Well then when you figured 
                    it out you should have said something.  
                    I understand that.  It's trues, he 
                    definitely hasn't helped any.



          INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (CONTINUOUS)

          Marty stands at the doorway listening to his wife.  She has 
          her back to him and does not hear him walk up.

                              MOTHER
                    Of course he's upset.  You guys are 
                    going to work through it though.  I'm 
                    sure of it.  He loves you, Seth.  Do 
                    you know that?  It's important that you 
                    know that.  Okay.  Bye.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. BOILER ROOM - MORNING

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

                              GREG
                    We're not fucking around today, guys.  
                    I'm sure you all know that we're going 
                    to be getting a lot of heat for what 
                    Farrow Tech did yesterday, so be smart 
                    on the phone.  Calm them down.  I don't 
                    want people dumping their shares.

                              SHERYL
                    Adam! I got a Mr. Klastow, he's super 
                    hot.

                              ADAM
                    Mr. Klastow?

          We immediately hear the man screaming through the phone.

                              ADAM (CONT'D)
                    Right.  I understand.  Right.  I'm 
                    sorry.  We couldn't foresee this when 
                    we... Right.  Okay.  I'll do it right 
                    now.

          Adam pulls out a sell ticket and quickly fills it out.  He 
          then takes it to Greg to be signed.

                              GREG
                        (enraged)
                    What the fuck is this?  You think I'm 
                    gonna sign a sell ticket for you?  What 
                    did I just say?

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

                              GREG (CONT'D)
                    Call him back and explain the situation 
                    to him!
                        (to everyone)
                    No one's gonna unload today, no one!

          Adam goes back to his seat badly shaken.  The whole team 
          looks on in disbelief.  You can't just rip up a sell ticket.

                              SHERYL
                    Seth.  Line three.

          Seth pushes the blinking light, still dazed.

                              SETH
                    Seth Davis here.

                              MARTY
                    Hi Seth, how are you?

          He hears his dad's voice and snaps to.

                              SETH
                    Dad!

                              MARTY
                    Can I change your mind about doing this 
                    IPO scheme?

                              SETH
                    No.  I'm sorry.  I already found 
                    someone who's going in with me.

                              MARTY
                    Well then I'm going to help you out 
                    with it.

                              SETH
                    You're gonna do it with me?!

                              MARTY
                    No, I can't do it, Seth, but I want to 
                    at least make sure you don't get 
                    caught.  I have someone I know over at 
                    the Parthenon Group that will talk to 
                    you about it.  Come over to the house 
                    tonight.

                              SETH
                    Thanks, Dad.  I'm so glad you called.

                              MARTY
                    Yeah.  Bye.

          Sheryl's answers another incoming call for Seth.  It's a 
          fire.

                              SHERYL
                    Seth, I've got a Harry Reynard on the 
                    phone.

                              SETH
                    Pass him on.  Harry, I was going to  
                    call you today.

                              HARRY
                        (desperate)
                    I want my money back.

                              SETH
                    Look, I know you're pissed, Harry, they 
                    had a setback.  But don't worry about 
                    it, it's become a goal stock.  I plan 
                    to bring you eight or nine points over 
                    the course of this year.  People are 
                    talking about it like it's the next 
                    Microsoft.

                              HARRY
                        (almost crying)
                    Listen Seth, I'm in a heap of trouble 
                    here.  I need that money back.  I was 
                    supposed to use it for a down payment 
                    on a house for my family.  We're going 
                    to lose the house now.

                              SETH
                    Harry, listen, it's going to rebound.

                              HARRY
                        (screaming)
                    Seth!!  I need the money back!!!

                              SETH
                    I'm sorry.  I can't do that.  I have to 
                    go.

          Seth hangs up the phone.  He looks very disturbed.

                              SETH (CONT'D)
                    If he calls back, I'm not here.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. HARRY'S OFFICE - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          Harry looks to make sure his co-workers did not hear this 
          exchange.  His supervisor walks in as the phone begins to 
          RING.

                              SUPERVISOR
                    Harry, do you have that status report 
                    ready?

                              HARRY
                    Yes Michelle.  I'll bring it right 
                    over.

                              SUPERVISOR
                    I also wanted to ask you about...

                              SHERYL (O.S.)
                    JT Marlin.

                              HARRY
                        (curt)
                    I'll talk to you after I finish with 
                    this call.

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

                              SUSAN
                    OOOkay.

                              HARRY
                    Seth Davis.

                              SHERYL
                    May I ask who's calling.

                              HARRY
                    It's Harry Reynard!

                              SHERYL
                    I'm sorry, Mr. Reynard, but Mr. Davis 
                    just stepped out for a meeting.

                              HARRY
                    God...
                        (slamming the phone)
                    ...Damn it!!

          He looks around his cubicle, sees the photo of his family on 
          his desk, and begins to cry.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. RESTAURANT - DAY

          Seth is sitting having lunch with Debbie.  He looks very 
          upset.

                              SETH
                    Are you gonna talk to me?

                              DEBBIE
                    I don't know what to tell you, Seth.  I 
                    mean think about it.  If you pull off 
                    this IPO deal and I'm associated with 
                    you, what do you think is gonna happen 
                    do me?

                              SETH
                    They won't be able to prove anything.

                              DEBBIE
                    Who says they have to?  I'm gonna lose 
                    my job unless I put some distance 
                    between us now.

          The front door opens as Agent True, with three other FBI 
          agents, walk straight toward Seth's table.  Debbie is facing 
          the door and sees them immediately.  Her face goes pale.

                              SETH
                    What's wrong?

          They stop at the table.

                              TRUE
                    Seth Davis, you're under arrest for the 
                    violation of 26 SEC and NASD 
                    regulations.

                              DEBBIE
                        (trying to be genuine)
                    What are you doing?  What's this all 
                    about?  Seth, I'll get you out of this.

                              SETH
                    Just don't call my father.

                              TRUE
                    Sit down, Debbie.

          Seth hears him call her name.  He looks at her as he's 
          cuffed.  He looks as scared and hurt as a man can feel 
          without crying.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. HARRY & SUSAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

          Harry stands against a wall, sweating heavily.  He looks 
          completely disheveled.  His expression is one of 
          anticipation.

          A plate flies across the room, SHATTERING on the wall.  Harry 
          cringes, sinking into a fetal position on the floor.  He 
          CRIES.

          Susan walks across the floor toward him.  Max & Sara's crying 
          now permeates the apartment.  She stands over him.

                              SUSAN
                    How could you be so stupid!?

          Max and Sara stand in the doorway watching in tears.

                              SUSAN (CONT'D)
                    What were you thinking, Harry?  The 
                    kids, the house, our future!!

                              HARRY
                        (crying)
                    I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry.

          Susan leans against the wall, then slinks down next to him 
          and begins to sob.  Harry reaches over to console her.  She 
          backhands him hard across the side of his head, sending his 
          glasses FLYING and him cowering back.  They both cry.

                                                               CUT TO:



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

          Seth is brought in through the side door and led to a small 
          interrogation room.  He walks in to see MARTY at a table.

                              SETH
                        (screaming)
                    Why did you bring him in?  He didn't do 
                    anything!

                              MARTY
                    What the fuck is going on, Seth?  Did 
                    you talk to them about me?

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

                              MARTY
                    You sure, Seth?

                              SETH
                    Of course I'm sure.  Not a word.

                              MARTY
                        (to Agent True)
                    That's it.  I'm walking out of here in 
                    three seconds unless you charge me with 
                    something.

          Agent True reaches over to a tape recorder and pushes play.  
          It's a recording of Marty's earlier conversation with Seth.

                              MARTY (V.O.)
                    Can I change your mind about doing this 
                    IPO scheme?... Then I'm going to help 
                    you out with it... I want to at least 
                    make sure you don't get caught.

                              MARTY (CONT'D)
                    Jesus Christ.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. HARRY & SUSAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT (LATER)

          Harry is sitting on the floor of the living room as his wife 
          LEAVES with the kids.  He is crying again.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. HARRY'S GARAGE - NIGHT (LATER)

          Harry is in the corner of the garage.  He has a small black 
          case in front of him.  He opens it to reveal a .9mm handgun.

          He loads the gun back and places it back in its case.  He's 
          wearing his best suit.

                                                               CUT TO:



          INT. FBI ECONOMIC CRIMES UNIT - NIGHT

                              SETH
                    So what do you want from me?

                              TRUE
                    We want you to testify.

                              SETH
                    No whit.  What are you offering?

                              TRUE
                    Full immunity.

                              SETH
                    What about my father?

                              TRUE
                    He won't do any time.

                              MARTY
                    I haven't done anything illegal, Seth.

                              SETH
                    So what's the deal.

                              MARTY
                    I lose my judgeship just going along 
                    for the ride.

                              TRUE
                    I've got nothing to do with that.

                              MARTY
                    Sure you do.  You're gonna release that 
                    tape to the press.  Makes your case so 
                    much more glamorous with the 
                    involvement of a Federal judge.

                              SETH
                    No deal.

                              TRUE
                    What? 

                              SETH
                    Take my father out the back door right 
                    now and bring him home.  He has nothing 
                    to do with this case at all.  If his 
                    name shows up in one newspaper, I don't 
                    testify.  And I mean that.  For me, 
                    it'd be worth going to jail for.

                              TRUE
                    You're serious?

                              SETH
                    What do you think?

                              TRUE
                    I think you're nuts.  You want to do it 
                    that way?  Fine.  Then no immunity for 
                    you, pal.  I need one of you to face 
                    the music.

                              MARTY
                    Seth, don't be stupid.  He's right.  I 
                    won't see a day in jail.  They'll get 
                    you for at least four years.

                              SETH
                    I don't care.  Go home, Dad.

                              TRUE
                    Alright, alright, alright.  Before we 
                    start dealing here, just what are you 
                    offering?

                              SETH
                    I'm gonna hand you this case on a 
                    silver fucking platter.  I know 
                    everything you don't.  I know how it 
                    all works.  How Michael makes his 
                    money, where it goes, and who's getting 
                    it.  Now what happens tomorrow?

                              TRUE
                    You go back to work tomorrow like 
                    nothing happened.  Just for one day.  I 
                    need your client book and your whole C-
                    drive backed up onto floppy.  But don't 
                    get any stupid inclinations to travel 
                    abroad.  We know where your father 
                    lives.  You're going away, kid.

                              SETH
                    Yeah.  You mentioned that earlier.

                              TRUE
                    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you little 
                    fuck.

          Agent True walks over to take Seth away.

                              MARTY
                        (to True)
                    Give me a couple of minutes with him, 
                    would you?

          Agent True just nods and walks out.

                              SETH
                    I'm sorry, Dad.  I am so fucking sorry.  
                    I didn't mean to do this to you.

                              MARTY
                    Shhhh.  Let me speak.

          Marty takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

                              MARTY (CONT'D)
                    When I came up to you behind that car, 
                    it was the hardest thing I ever had to 
                    bear.  I just wanted to make your pain 
                    disappear.  I don't even know how to 
                    describe the feeling.  But I want you 
                    to know something.

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

                              MARTY (CONT'D)
                    Not a single day of my life has gone by 
                    where I do not think about that moment, 
                    where I do not dream I was there for 
                    one more chance.  If I could take back 
                    just one thing in my life, Seth, do one 
                    thing over... I am more sorry than you 
                    will ever know.

          Seth leans across and they embrace tightly.

                                                             FADE OUT.



          INT. BOILER ROOM - DAY

          Seth is on the phone though not fired up as usual.  He looks 
          very nervous and continually checks the time.

                              SHERYL
                    Seth, line two.

                              SETH
                    Hello?

                              TRUE
                    Get going.

          Seth hears a click before he can even say okay.  He hang up 
          the phone, stands up, and addresses the table.

                              SETH
                    I'm going to lunch, boys.

                              TABLE
                    See you, Seth.

          Seth stops by Chris and drops a note on his desk.  He's on 
          the phone while he reads the letter.  He stares at Seth 
          leaving the room.  After a moment of thought, he too begins 
          to pack.

          We follow Seth out to the reception room where Debbie watches 
          him approach.  Seth looks at her, but says nothing.

                              DEBBIE
                    Seth?

                                                               CUT TO:



          EXT. BOILER ROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)

          Seth comes out of the building and heads to his car.  As soon 
          as he begins to cross the lot he notices a man coming toward 
          him.  It is HARRY.  There are walking right towards one 
          another.

          Harry accidentally drops his briefcase.  The contents spill 
          onto the floor.  Seth bends over to help.  He nervously looks 
          around as he helps Harry, waiting for the Feds to show.  Seth 
          unknowingly picks up the gun case and hands it to Harry.  
          Harry is very gracious.

                              HARRY
                    Thank you so much.

                              SETH
                        (smiling genuinely)
                    No problem.

                                                         CUT TO BLACK.




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