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Where's the customers?

They're children of people

in this community.

How do you think I got these?

Anyway, it's illegal.

You're running a backdoor card game!

How do you think this reflects on me?

I'm a judge,

for Christ's sake!

Are you listening to me?

I'm gonna be honest with you.

You're runnin'a good business.

I think you're a smart kid,

pullin' in some real cash.

But I gotta tell you, man,

this is risky f***in' business.

I mean, you really honestly plan

on dealing cards to college kids...

when you're f***in' 35?

You don't think you'll get pinched

in the next couple years?

Maybe it's time to start thinkin'

about down-the-line time.

So, you want me

to come work for you?

What? I guess it'll be like retribution

for me taking all your money here?

First of all, I am not

done with you here, all right?

And, no, you're only gonna

work for me a short time.

You pass the Series Seven.

You learn the ropes.

You're on your own.

Yeah, ask Adam, man.

He'll tell you.

- It's good.

- It's good?

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna be blunt.

We're talkin' about

millions of dollars.

I was making

good money with the casino...

but these guys

were macking it hard.

That's the level

I wanted to be operating on.

So I drove out

to Long Island, way out.

The office was a good hour

away from Wall Street.

Somebody forgot to tell the guys

who worked there, though.

They looked and acted...

like they took the Six train

to Fulton Street every morning.

But it wasn't Wall Street.

It was exit 53

on the Long Island Expressway...

a good hour from

the New York Stock Exchange.

No, no, no, no. You don't wanna act now.

This stock is going to turn.

I'm invested very heavily myself.

We just stay put.

I don't know if you've ever had the

opportunity to purchase I.P.O. Before...

but we have this company that's going

to market in about a week or so.

We're gonna have to move on this now.

This is gonna happen next week.

We don't wanna marry this stock.

We're in; we're out.

What do you mean, you don't buy stock

over the phone? How do you do it?

Smoke signals? Telepathy? World leaders

solve problems over the phone.

I'm not a Charles Schwab.

I don't need your business; I value it.

I'm successful to the point where

I don't need to chase your business.

Hey, kid, get the f***

outta here!

Over here.

- Have they started interviewing yet?

- No.

- Know how long it's gonna be?

- You'll all be going in together.

But I thought

this was, like, an interview?

It is. It's a group interview.

You'll see.

No, man.

You're a male.

Group interview, my ass.

It was like a Hitler Youth rally,

in retrospect.

The guy who pitched us, Jim Young,

was the head recruiter there.

- Okay, guys. Let's go.

- Between him and Michael, honestly...

they could sell bubble gum

in the lockjaw ward at Bellevue.

I'm sorry, man.

This is my seat.

- Oh, sh*t. I'm so sorry.

- It's okay. Don't worry about it.

- F***in' dumb-ass.

- Get the f*** outta here.

- What?

- Don't talk to me. Don't look at me.

Just get your ass out of that Italian

leather chair and get the f*** out.

Right now. Come on.

Let's go, schlepp rock.

Out.

Sit down.

We expect everyone here to

treat their coworkers...

with a certain level

of respect.

Before we start, I have one question.

Has anyone passed a Series Seven exam?

- I have a Series Seven license.

- Good for you. You can get out too.

What? Why?

We don't hire brokers here.

We train new ones.

That's it, Skippy.

Pack your sh*t. Let's go.

Okay. Here's the deal.

I'm not here to waste your time.

I hope you're not here to waste mine.

So I'm gonna keep this short.

If you become an employee

of this firm...

you will make your first million

within three years.

Okay? I repeat that:

You will make a million dollars

within three years...

of your first day of employment

at J.T. Marlin.

There is no question whether or not

you'll become a millionaire here.

The only question

is how many times over.

You think I'm joking?

I am not joking.

I am a millionaire.

It's a weird thing to hear, right?

I'll tell ya.

It's a weird thing to say.

I am a f***ing millionaire.

And guess how old I am.

Twenty-seven.

You know what that makes me here?

A f***in' senior citizen.

This firm is entirely comprised

of people your age, not mine.

Lucky for me, I'm very f***ing good

at my job, or I'd be out of one.

You guys are the new blood.

You're gonna go home with the kessef.

You are the future big swinging d*cks

of this firm.

Now, you all look money hungry,

and that's good.

Anybody tells you money is the root

of all evil doesn't f***in' have any.

They say money can't buy happiness?

Look at the f***in' smile on my face.

Ear to ear, baby.

You want details? Fine.

I drive a Ferrari

What's up? I have a ridiculous house

in the South Fork.

I have every toy you could imagine,

and best of all, kids...

I am liquid.

So, now you know what's possible.

Let me tell you what's required.

You are required to work

your f***ing ass off at this firm.

We want winners here, not pikers.

A piker walks at the bell.

A piker asks how much vacation you get

in the first year. Vacation?

People come and work at this firm

for one reason:
To become filthy rich.

We're not here to make friends.

We're not savin' the manatees, guys.

You want vacation time?

Go teach third grade, public school.

Okay. The first three months

at the firm are as a trainee.

You make $150 a week.

After you're done training,

you take the Series Seven.

Pass that, you become junior broker...

and you open accounts

for your team leader.

You open 40 accounts, you start

workin' for yourself. Sky's the limit.

Word about being a trainee.

Friends, parents, other brokers,

they're gonna give you sh*t.

It's true. $150 a week?

Not a lot of money.

Pay them no mind.

You need to learn this business,

and this is the time to do it.

Once you pass the test,

none of that's gonna matter.

Your friends are sh*t.

Tell them you made 25 grand last month,

they're won't f***ing believe you.

F*** them! F*** 'em!

Parents don't like the life you lead?

"F*** you, Mom and Dad."

See how it feels when you're makin'

their f***in' Lexus payments.

Now, go home and think about it.

Think about whether it's really for you.

If you decide it isn't...

It's nothing to be embarrassed about.

It's not for everyone.

Thanks.

But if you

really want this...

you call me on Monday

and we'll talk.

Just don't

waste my f***in' time.

Okay. That's it.

- Hi.

- Hi.

So, what's up?

- How you doin'?

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

I feel bad about the way things went

at the house last week.

I just don't feel like we get

anywhere when we talk at home.

Well, I don't know

that there's anything to talk about.

- Can I get you anything to drink?

- No. I'm fine, thanks.

You dropped out

of school, Seth.

You're running an illegal casino

out of your apartment.

You're putting my career at risk.

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