Glengarry Glen Ross Page #9

LINGK:

Gimlet.

ROMA:

Well, let's have a couple more. My

name is Richard Roma, what's yours?

LINGK:

Lingk. James Lingk.

ROMA:

James. I'm glad to meet you.

(they shake hands)

I'm glad to meet you, James.

(pause)

I want to show you something.

(pause)

It might mean nothing to you...and

it might not.

(MORE)

37.

ROMA (CONT'D)

I don't know. I don't know anymore.

(pause. He takes out

a small map and

spreads it on a table)

What is that? Florida. Glengarry

Highlands. Florida. "Florida.

Bullshit." And maybe that's true;

and that's what I said: but look

here:
what is this? This is a

piece of land. Listen to what I'm

going to tell you now:

The real estate office. Ransacked. A broken plateglass

window boarded up, glass all over the floor. Aaronow and

Williamson standing around, smoking.

Pause.

AARONOW:

People used to say that there are

numbers of such magnitude that

multiplying them by two made no

difference.

Pause.

WILLIAMSON:

Who used to say that?

AARONOW:

In school.

Pause. Baylen, a detective, comes out of the inner office.

BAYLEN:

Alright...?

Roma enters from the street.

ROMA:

Williamson...Williamson, they stole

the contracts...?

BAYLEN:

Excuse me, sir...

ROMA:

Did they get my contracts?

WILLIAMSON:

They got...

38.

BAYLEN:

Excuse me, fella.

ROMA:

...did they...

BAYLEN:

Would you excuse us, please...?

ROMA:

Don't f*** with me, fella. I'm

talking about a f***in' Cadillac

car that you owe me...

WILLIAMSON:

They didn't get your contract. I

filed it before I left.

ROMA:

They didn't get my contracts.

WILLIAMSON:

They--excuse me...

He goes back into inner room with the Detective.

ROMA:

Oh, f***. F***.

(he starts kicking

the desk)

F*** F*** F***! WILLIAMSON!!!

WILLIAMSON!!!

(goes to the door

Williamson went into,

tries the door; it's locked)

OPEN THE F***ING...WILLIAMSON...

BAYLEN:

(coming out)

Who are you?

Williamson comes out.

WILLIAMSON:

They didn't get the contracts.

ROMA:

Did they...

WILLIAMSON:

They got, listen to me...

ROMA:

The...

39.

WILLIAMSON:

Listen to me:
They got some of them.

ROMA:

Some of them...

BAYLEN:

Who told you...?

ROMA:

Who told me wh...? You've got a

f***in', you've...a...who is

this...? You've got a board-up on

the window...Moss told me.

BAYLEN:

(looking back toward

the inner office)

Moss...Who told him?

ROMA:

How the f*** do I know?

(to Williamson)

What...talk to me.

WILLIAMSON:

They took some of the con...

ROMA:

...some of the contracts...Lingk.

James Lingk. I closed...

WILLIAMSON:

You closed him yesterday.

ROMA:

Yes.

WILLIAMSON:

It went down. I filed it.

ROMA:

You did?

WILLIAMSON:

Yes.

ROMA:

Then I'm over the f***ing top and

you owe me a Cadillac.

WILLIAMSON:

I...

40.

ROMA:

And I don't want any f***ing sh*t

and I don't give a sh*t, Lingk puts

me over the top, you filed it,

that's fine, any other sh*t kicks

out you go back. You...you reclose

it, 'cause I closed it and you...you

owe me the car.

BAYLEN:

Would you excuse us, please.

AARONOW:

I, um, and may...maybe they're in...

they're in...you should, John, if

we're ins...

WILLIAMSON:

I'm sure that we're insured,

George...

(going back inside)

ROMA:

F*** insured. You owe me a car.

BAYLEN:

(stepping back into

the inner room)

Please don't leave. I'm going to

talk to you. What's your name?

ROMA:

Are you talking to me?

Pause.

BAYLEN:

Yes.

Pause.

ROMA:

My name is Richard Roma.

Baylen goes back into the inner room.

AARONOW:

I, you know, they should be insured.

ROMA:

What do you care...?

41.

AARONOW:

Then, you know, they wouldn't be so

ups...

ROMA:

Yeah. That's swell. Yes. You're

right.

(pause)

How are you?

AARONOW:

I'm fine. You mean the board? You

mean the board...?

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