Boiler Room Page #12

that bathing suit thing going.

French Riviera.

It's on tonight.

The guy was an idiot. He acted like

he was from Staten Island. No...

Hi, you've reached the Reynards.

Please leave a message.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

Hey, Harry.

It's Seth Davis.

- Are you there?

- Isaac, your mother on line three.

You know, about the way

things went, I just...

I found a way

to get your money back.

I just need you

to call me back, all right?

George, get me a coffee.

Thanks.

So call me.

What?

- Hi.

- What's up?

- I want to talk to you about a client.

- Yeah.

- His name is Harry Reynard.

- I don't know him.

I think you should,

because we're about to lose him.

He dropped $50,000 on

Farrow Tech this week alone.

And you want to do what?

I want to keep him here.

I think that we should give him

a chunk of the Med Patent I.P.O.

We don't hand out I.P.O. To somebody

who had a bad day on the market.

Look, Michael, this guy

is a f***ing whale...

and he's gonna do an obscene amount

of business with this firm.

- You're somehow sure of this.

- Yeah, the guy completely trusts me.

He doesn't even need the money.

He owns the biggest

foods company in Wisconsin.

He just wants to know

we're gonna do right by him.

How many trades has he made?

Two.

But he made a second trade

a week after I opened him.

Look, the guy's pretty f***in'

sour on Farrow Tech...

and he's gonna walk.

I just think we need to make him

a little money on this next I.P. O...

and let him

take it for a ride.

What did Greg say?

He's busy closing somebody.

I didn't want to bother him.

Well, go get him.

Hey, Greg.

Michael wants to see you.

I don't know what he told you,

but I've had it with this sh*t.

This is a business, all right?

He should be making calls...

not in here bitching about

personal petty sh*t between me and him.

Seth was talking about giving

Med Patent I.P.O. To Harry Reynard.

What... Are you

f***ing kidding me?

First of all, I don't even

know this guy Reynard.

No way. He's totally unreliable.

What are you doing?

Guy dropped 50 large

on Farrow Tech this week.

That's great. But I have lots of clients

who deserve I.P.O. More than this guy.

Clients who've been

with me six months...

taken losses

and continue to trade.

- And he's one of 'em, a**hole.

- You see what I'm dealing with here?

- What do you mean, "he's one of them"?

- He's one of Greg's clients.

What?

I opened him when I was

closing my 40 accounts for you.

I'm just his contact here.

He's your client.

I'm not gonna

make a dime off this trade.

No wonder the guy's pissed off.

His own broker doesn't even know

he's a f***in' client here.

Fine.

Give him 10,000 shares.

He just can't sell it

before we say so.

- Great. Okay.

- No joke, Seth.

He cannot sell it

before we sell it.

- At least six months, you understand?

- Absolutely. Absolutely.

Greg, I'm sure you don't

have a problem with this.

Can you get the f***

out of my office?

Fine.

What the f*** are you doing?

Stand up! You cannot sit down

for the rest of the f***in' day!

You cannot sit down

ever again! Okay?

Seth, line two.

- Hello?

- It's time, Seth.

Get going.

I'm going to lunch, boys.

What's this about?

You okay?

I need you to sign a sell ticket

for a client of mine.

F*** Greg!

Let's f***in' deal with...

- Let's talk to Michael.

- No, wait. Wait, wait.

Chris, I got arrested

last night.

What?

The F.B.I. Arrested me.

The F.B. I? Why the f***

would the F.B.I. Arrest you?

Because of my involvement

in this firm.

Your involvement in the firm?

What the f*** does that mean?

Come on, Chris.

You know what that means.

No, I don't know what that means.

What does that mean?

- What the f*** did you tell 'em?

- No. No.

No, they knew everything, man.

They had photographs.

They had... They had

tape-recorded conversations.

They brought my father in,

you know. I mean...

- Chris, there was nothing I could do.

- What did you do?

Chris, the F.B.I. Are gonna

raid the place in 20 minutes.

What the f***

are you talking about?

F***, Seth!

Come on, man.

I asked you for months

about sh*t going down here...

and you told me

to shut the f*** up.

You said get ready

to be a millionaire!

That's right. Shut the f*** up.

That's all you had to do.

Didn't you learn anything?

I learned how to f*** people

out of their money.

Harry Reynard just lost

his life savings.

And he wasn't a whale.

He was just some poor schmuck,

and I took him.

I did everything that J.T. Marlin

taught me to do...

and I made up his mind

for him.

What do you want me to tell you?

That's what we do here.

What? We lie?

We're liars?

Seth, this...

Who are they coming for?

They're coming

for everybody, everything.

You know how hard I worked

to get where I am?

No, Chris, you need

to forget about that.

It doesn't mean sh*t.

Right now at this moment

is what you should be thinking about.

What are you gonna do

in the next 15 minutes?

They're gonna come in here,

and make sure that we never trade...

another share of stock

for the rest of our lives.

- But we can do something.

- What's that?

Harry, my client.

I need a senior broker

to sign a sell ticket...

so he can take his shares...

and dump 'em on the open market

and make his money back.

Come on, Chris. Come on.

What's the difference?

Do one thing right here.

Just sign it, please.

Thank you, Chris.

I'm so sorry.

I'm plagued by "what ifs"

these days.

What if Greg hadn't

come over that night?

What if I hadn't

forgotten my bag...

or seen Michael walk

into the building that day?

What if I had

skipped over Harry's card?

What are the chances?

What are the odds?

That's what I think about.

Hey, I ran a casino.

It's the next step I gotta figure out,

'cause I'm no lottery winner.

I tried slinging crack rock,

and I never had a jump shot.

I gotta find a job.

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