Billionaire Boys Club Page #6

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And you, my friend, can say

goodbye to Mean Dean forever.

I hate that f***ing name.

Home it's where I want to be

Pick me up and

turn me around

I feel numb born

with a weak heart

I guess I must be having fun

But, Ron, the check still hasn't landed.

Oh, that's strange, they were wiring it...

from New York this week.

I'll have to call Frank on Monday.

Listen, it's been a month

and I need the money.

I'm in hot water, okay.

I spread myself thin with this place...

and the office and Congenco.

And I've sort of been...

Diverting investments to pay expenses.

Yes. Wait, you knew?

Joe, I'm from Wall Street.

Do you think people really

get rich playing by the rules?

Now open the door.

Dashing through the snow

With a straight-edge razor blade

Bags and bags of blow

We'll do it until we fade

Hundred dollar bills

really gets you high

If you go and ride that sleigh

You'll move up to the sky

(MUSIC PLAYING)

DEAN (V.O.):
Our Christmas

party would be talked of...

written about and remembered

for decades to come.

We weren't just players.

We were untouchable.

It looks like the parking

lot of a Dead show.

Let's do some acid!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Charlie! You've gotta meet this guy.

This is the next Michelangelo.

This man is an artist.

Hey, I'm Mark.

Yeah, Mark Mahunny, don't be modest.

- What are you, like a painter?

- Plastic surgeon.

He is doing my tits!

Look I don't want to be a downer...

but our Dad's up our ass the

account disbursement checks.

I got something better for you. All right!

It is secret Santa time!

Gentlemen?

Here, open your envelopes.

Profit sharing wasn't just a pitch.

You boys remember when

I said this is our thing?

That's your share in the BBC.

Okay, so what are these...

- Worth?

- Yeah?

Your shares are worth 500!

Holy f***ing sh*t!

No, no, wait, this is

f***ing Biltmore money!

This is your money.

Thank you for believing in me.

Give me a f***ing kiss!

Wait! Wait! I can't stand it anymore!

Open

sez-a-me!

Holy f***ing sh*t!

It's a Rolex!

Two months ago I told you

to think big and tonight...

you stand before me as giants and frankly

I'm a little humbled, and

that is pretty f***ing rare.

So proud to be a part of it!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Let's dance

For fear your

grace should fall

Joe. Joe...

You meet the guy wearing the fez?

That guy is a real-life prince.

So is every Persian in L.A.

No, really, his dad is like

the Sham's minister of oil.

He means Minister to the Shah...

Joe, Joe, what you have

here at the BBC is stunning.

It's so good. It's like

a f***ing family, man!

DEAN (V.O.):
Izzy

was Charlie's friend.

They met one summer in Greece.

Like most Beverly Hills kids,

Izzy hated his father...

but he had good reason.

His dad was literally

a world-class a**hole.

He was wanted by

Iranian Intelligence...

and was on the FBI watch list.

- Okay, time to go home.

- Okay, okay.

Somebody put this guy in a cab.

Bye. Bye, Charlie.

Bye!

In you go, Izzy.

Joe, I'm serious, I want to join the BBC.

Come to San Francisco and meet my father.

He's a very wealthy man.

Okay, Izzy, we'll talk soon.

Can't believe you're

leaving me at Christmas.

What's London got that I don't got?

Hmm?

Snow.

Oh, there's plenty of that here. Huh?

There we go.

You're such an idiot.

I am a charming handsome lovely

idiot that you cannot resist.

You know that's empty right?

No...

Go on then. Go home.

Uh-uh-uh...

patience.

Now, have you been a good boy this year?

Yeah, very.

I find that hard to believe.

I know.

Hey, I love you, too.

Whoa. What is that?

Nineteen sixty two, Derringer four barrel.

I found it at the Costa Mesa

gun show for two hundred bucks.

Restored, thing's worth ten grand.

See, Dean? Even my body

guard is an entrepreneur.

Ryan, get me Frank Piedmont.

FRANK (OVER SPEAKER): Hello?

Hey Frank, it is Joe Hunt.

Just calling about that

final disbursement check.

Ron's bank in New York still

hasn't received it from you.

Disbursement?

You did send it, right?

Okay, wait. Is this a part of the story?

What story?

The story, Joe.

Joe, what's he talking about?

What story, Frank?

FRANK (OVER SPEAKER): Are

you messing with me?

Does it sound like I'm messing with you?

Joe, listen, Ron told me he was

a producer for network news...

doing an expose on your gold system.

He got me to issue

statements on a phony account.

DEAN (V.O.):
And that's

the day bombs dropped.

Phony?

Yeah, the money was not even real.

Phony? What's phony?

It was all part of the story.

He had a camera crew in my office...

filming me during our first call.

What do you think?

DEAN (V.O.):
Turns out Frank

wasn't Ron's broker at all.

He thought Ron was a

network news reporter...

doing a story on investing.

I'm the only one who knew there

is no money in that account.

Stay on the line, Joe.

DEAN (V.O.):
Ron conned him

into pretending the account...

was real, so that he could use

it to get a $1.5 million...

bank loan from somebody else.

14.4 million in cash?

In an account at Thorton Brokerage?

How long will the approval take?

Won't take long at all.

Joe?

DEAN (V.O.):
Ron was

big time, all right.

Big time con man.

But if you perform on the

account I just handed you.

I invest in relationships.

People not stock.

Joe, I'm from Wall Street.

Do you think people really

get rich playing by the rules?

SYDNEY:
Joe!

You're never gonna believe

what happened today!

Joe, my pieces are gonna be in a show.

What's wrong?

Ron Levin burnt me down, Syd.

What?

There wasn't ever any money in the account.

Why would he do that?

Because, he's a hustler.

Just like me.

Look at this.

Tim has a friend at the LAPD.

Ron is under Federal

indictment in three states.

For bank violations, larceny,

check kiting, and postal fraud.

Postal fraud!

I am such an idiot!

You know how much money I put

into Congenco at this point!

Everything! And now it's f***ed!

I am such a f***ing idiot!

F***er! An idiot! Mother f***er!

Joe, Joe, stop, stop, you're

gonna hurt yourself. Stop!

Sydney, look around! Look

at this house, and the car!

And my office! Is all

gone without Ron's money!

I'm f***ed!

Okay, just calm down.

I don't understand. He gave me a Rolex.

It's the nicest gift

anyone's ever given me.

It's ticking.

The second hand on a Rolex sweeps.

It's a fake.

What if we just leave town for a while?

Just while this all blows over.

Syd, I can't just leave town.

I owe a lot of money to a lot of people.

Real people.

Retirement plans, and college funds.

I need to pay them back.

Beautiful. Okay.

Ron!

Oh, no, he's fine.

We need to talk.

Nicholas, meet my broker, Joe Hunt.

Spending some of our money, Joe?

Looks like a perfect fit.

Well, I wouldn't expect

anything but the best.

- Thank you, Nicholas.

- Thank you.

- Network news?

- Oh.

- You conned me.

- Ah, is that what you think?

Yes, a phony bank account

with no money in it.

An expose for sweeps week?

You have been playing me this whole time?

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