Billionaire Boys Club Page #8

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They don't know. No handcuffs, no blood.

F***ing Ron invested in

Congenco and he went to New York.

- That's what happened. That's it.

- Okay.

Right?

Hey, hey.

- Dude.

- Where's he going?

He's gotta go meet this client.

It's a last minute thing.

He doesn't need me though. We're

gonna go inside and get a drink.

I'll tell you about it

inside. Come on, let's go in.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

We'll see you later, brother.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, you wanna give me a hand here?

Not really.

Let 'em go.

Careful with this stuff.

Don't get creative.

Just get it on his face.

(ACID HISSING)

Syd, you awake?

DEAN (V.O.):
Until

Ron's check cleared...

we were dead in the water.

Desperate for cash.

Investors were starting

to get anxious.

And they were still expecting

their fifty percent returns.

The pool has run dry, and we need cash now.

Once Ron Levin's check clears, we're fine!

Barely scratches the surface!

If the BBC craters, every

document from the past year...

will be under the microscope

of the IRS and the SEC.

And when they find Ron

Levin's name, the FBI.

And when that happens? What

do you think they'll do?

I don't know, Dean. What'll they do?

Joe, they could arrest you for murder.

How? They don't have a case.

Not unless someone

breaks rank and testifies.

You know me better than anybody, Joe.

- Come on.

- Yeah.

You know that. But I can't

speak for everybody else.

Why do you think they call me "Mean Dean"?

Why?

Because you burned down the game room.

I didn't burn sh*t!

Jake Kastner stole those

fireworks and then f***ed me...

in the ass with a Roman candle.

I was in the game room getting my foos on

when all of a sudden he busts

in like a fire bug with a Zippo.

Alarms are ringing, and I'm

like "Mr. Fox, I didn't do sh*t!"

But nobody remembers it that way.

Because he ran back to the

cabin like a little bit...

Hey.

Hi.

He ran back to the cabins

and told everybody...

that I burned down that room.

That it was my idea.

Do you see what I'm saying?

You know the law as well as I do.

First one in gets the deal and...

Everyone else gets the shaft.

So watch your back. That's all I'm saying.

Joe.

Ron Levin's check bounced.

DEAN (V.O.):
That's

when we reached out...

to Charlie's friend Izzy.

The Persian Prince from

the Christmas party.

Izzy wanted into the BBC badly.

He told us that his father

could get us financing...

from his filthy,

rich friends in L.A.

if we did the old man a favor.

How well do we actually know this guy?

- Shh.

- He's connected.

DEAN (V.O.):
Izzy said that

his dad was being watched...

because of what a big

shot he was in Iran.

His fortune is tied up in foreign accounts.

But we think with the help

of our friend in L.A...

we can recover the estate.

Yeah.

What is you and I were talking

about is that maybe we can

find a way to sneak him down south.

Get my father to Los Angeles, and we...

guarantee a seven figure

investment into BBC.

- A million bucks?

- Yeah, at least.

DEAN (V.O.):
A month ago,

we were negotiating...

a billion dollar merger.

Now, we were talking

about smuggling...

an Iranian tyrant in a box.

- Yo, Charlie.

- Yeah?

- If you see anything, honk twice.

- You got it.

Hello, Mr. Samedi.

Here it is, just like we discussed.

So no one notices you leaving.

This is just until we get

you out of San Francisco.

Dad, this was our idea.

See? Lots of space. Yeah, it'll be fine.

What? Papa?

Izzy, what the f*** is that?

It's opium, Dean.

Opium.

Ismael...

You expect me to get in there?

Okay, you do you want to try it?

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa! Sorry.

Dad! To kill my one thing!

FATHER:
These boys are

idiots, just like you!

Unbelievable.

(YELLING O.S.)

Well?

Ah, he's changed his

mind. He doesn't wanna go.

This little excursion

cost us fifteen grand.

He is getting in the goddamn trunk.

I've explained that to him,

Dean. He's not in the mood.

Oh, so ah... you have explained it to him?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry, oh, okay.

Maybe I need to explain it to him.

Maybe I should explain it

to him the old fashion way.

IZZY:
Shut the f*** up, Dean, listen...

(LOUD CRASHING)

What the hell?

Oh, god...

Oh... f***.

DEAN (V.O.):
That key was

to a safety deposit box...

in Beverly Hills, it was

the Persian's nest egg.

Now what?

Put him in the trunk.

Relax, if your dad jumps out,

Izzy, Tim and I gonna grab him.

Okay?

Hold down the box.

- Okay, you ready?

- Yeah.

He looks dead, Joe.

No, he's got a pulse.

Your dad ever overdose, Izzy?

Yeah, once.

He could be in a coma.

Hey, Izzy.

How much is in here?

Five million.

In diamonds.

Sh*t...

DEAN (V.O.):
Depending

on who you ask...

will determine how the

next part of story goes.

Charlie says he was

in he car behind us.

And I think Izzy said

he wasn't even there.

And that leaves me versus Joe.

Four friends with four very

different points of views.

Syd... hey. I need to talk to you, please.

Joe, what's wrong?

Leave town with me. Let

us just go, you and me.

Okay? We can leave right now.

We can go wherever you want.

Joe, my show is tonight.

I know, I'm so happy for

you. I'm going to go home

and I'll pack up our stuff...

and we can take off right after the show.

I don't think you understand,

I can't go anywhere with you!

Sydney, I'm sorry, I've been

a shitty boyfriend, I know.

But I love you. And I'm gonna make this...

You have to let me make this up to you.

When was the last time we

even had a real conversation?

Everything's been off! Okay?

I... it's hard for me to explain.

How can you not see how alone I am?

I do! It's this town! It's this town.

They build you up to tear you

down. You're never good enough.

You know how hard it is to

keep my stories straight?

What?

The BBC is full of cash.

The BBC's flushed out.

Ron Levin's gone to New York.

Ron Levin's gone for good!

What are you talking about?

What does that even mean, "Gone

for good?" Where's Ron Levin?

You know what? I don't wanna know.

Sydney, please.

Can you please just give me another shot.

- I have to go.

- Please? Sydney, I'm sorry.

- Hey... stay.

- No, don't!

Don't.

So where have you been?

I have people who just

showed up screaming for blood.

I think it was Scott.

- F*** the money.

- What?

- F*** the money.

- No!

I'm want to get outta here. Come on.

Guys. Guys! Kyle, Scott! Come on, guys.

- Where are you guys going?

- We're goin' home, dude.

- BBC's falling apart.

- Falling apart?

Come on, you guys have no balls!

No, you have no brains!

And there's no money.

This is bullshit. Our

Joe is f***ing bullshit!

This thing is ours. This thing is real!

No, no, this thing is over.

Come on.

Look, guys.

Oh, f***.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Sam?

Where is Ismael?

I'm gonna kill him.

Joe!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

I got him, Joe!

(LOUD THUD)

Agh!

Dean, Dean, Dean, are you okay?

- I'm not...

- It's okay.

I gotta get some rope and tie this guy up.

Joe. Don't go!

Joe!

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