Money Monster Page #11

this morning?

Then what were you two arguing about

this morning

at 8:
02 a.m., local time?

Or maybe they're speaking Swahili

in Geneva these days.

They don't speak Swahili

in South Africa, either.

And this wasn't the first time

you did it, either.

This was just the first time it didn't work out.

You feel that, Walt?

That sticky heat

risin' up the back of your neck?

That flop sweat?

That's fear.

Greed you're already acquainted with.

That's all a great story, Lee.

I'm actually sorry the real one's so boring.

But the truth is,

our computational systems are far too...

You know, forget it. Just shoot him.

Actually, I got a better idea.

Up. Up, up, up.

Take the vest off. Put it on him.

- Yeah?

- Go ahead.

Hold on.

That's just gonna make things worse.

I already told you, back off.

F***in' cops.

- Lenny.

- All right.

- Now? Okay.

- Just right here.

Listen, I'm gonna do you a solid.

And trust me on this.

Don't turn your back on anybody.

You're a thief, Walt.

And a crook.

And I want to hear you admit it.

I didn't steal a dime,

- and we didn't do anything illegal.

- Bullshit!

- You manipulated stock prices.

- You don't care what I'm gonna say.

- You bribed people.

- You need someone to blame.

- You broke the law.

- You've already decided it's gonna be me.

What law?

Name one law you can prove I broke.

No, don't look at him.

He can't prove it, either.

This is just business.

And this is how business is done.

- That doesn't make it right.

- Oh, please.

Tell that to the Chinese.

Tell that to the Russians.

'Cause if it's not us, it's gonna be them.

Hell, it already is.

You see, that's the irony about all this.

You only came after me

'cause I lost you money.

Nobody was asking questions

when everybody was makin' a profit.

You just gobbled up every dollar of stock

you could afford.

As long as we kept paying you 18% ROI

every year,

then you could keep bragging to your friends

about what a genius you are.

But, hey, you're not a genius,

you're a stockholder.

I told you what I want.

Yeah, I get it. You want a profit.

That's what everybody wants.

- No, that's not what I want.

- Listen, just give us some time.

We're gonna make every single dime...

I want to hear you admit it,

you son of a b*tch!

I think he just did.

No, I want to hear him say that he lied,

that what he did was wrong.

Wrong? What does that even mean, wrong?

You got three seconds till I blow your ass

outta this goddamn building.

- Three.

- What's wrong with makin' a profit?

- What's wrong with being faster...

- Two!

What's wrong with betting big?

Winning isn't wrong...

- One!

- Fine!

It was wrong.

- It was wrong.

- Oh, my...

It was wrong.

It was wrong.

That's all I wanted to hear, man.

- Did you hear that?

- Nice.

Kyle, don't.

Kyle, don't.

- Kyle, don't!

- No! F***! Don't!

- God! Kyle, no!

- Stand down!

- Goddamn it!

- I said stand down!

- Get his gun!

- I said stand down!

- Hey!

- Call an ambulance!

- Shots fired. Repeat, we've got shots fired.

- Oh, my God.

What are you doin' to him?

Get him an ambulance!

Get him an ambulance!

Get him an ambulance!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Get off! What are you...

- Room is secure!

- He can't breathe!

- Hey!

- What are you doin' to him?

Get him an ambulance!

Hey, Kyle, you hang in there, buddy!

Kyle!

You hang in there, buddy.

- You're good to go, pal.

- Yeah.

You're all set.

That kid's a nutcase.

You son of a b*tch.

Hey, all right.

- Just sit down.

- You see that? He just assaulted me.

Call a cop.

You got a pulse?

You got anything?

No, sir.

Oh, my God.

They shot him. Did you see that?

Clear for the coroner.

Copy that.

This is Powell. He's been taken out.

Called at 3:
58 p.m.

Clear it. Studio has control.

Excuse me, sir.

A quick question.

You had the chance to leave.

Why did you stay?

I was just... I was just doin' my job.

You know, I don't quit

until the director tells me to.

Your name is?

My name is Lenny Libatino. It's...

It's L-E-N-N-Y, not... Not the I-E.

When did you know

you were in danger?

I think right from the gunshot, you know,

but, uh, like I said, I was more interested

in keeping him in the frame.

Maybe I should have got

hair and makeup for Lenny, huh?

Host Lee Gates is

recuperating in a downtown hospital,

along with wounded producer Ron Sprecher.

He is expected to make a full recovery.

How's Ron?

He's out of surgery, he's in recovery.

He's gonna be fine.

Good.

- What do you got there?

- Dinner.

I heard you had an opening in your schedule.

So this is a Friday night for you, huh?

Yep.

...thanks to this

single individual. Back to you, Sherry.

The gunman's name

is Kyle Budwell,

24 years old, a parcel truck driver

from Queens, New York.

Further details about him are still unknown

at this hour, as are concrete motives.

But it's been reported

that personal financial troubles,

coupled with his mother's death

six months ago,

could have been contributing factors.

And regulators are saying,

"Not so fast, Walt Camby."

The SEC just announced

that Ibis Clear Capital

is facing a Foreign Corrupt Practices

Act investigation.

Violations of that act

can carry heavy criminal and civil penalties.

Meanwhile, Vines of Ibis's CEO Walt Camby

have quickly become

an online phenomenon,

variations of which have already racked up

over 10 million views online.

No! No! F***!

No! No! F***!

No! No! F***!

Sherry Benedict, thank you for that report.

We'll come back to you later in the day

as more information emerges.

So what the hell kind of show

are we gonna do next week?

Things aren't

all bad for the Money Monster host,

as viewership of Money Monster,

which had recently slid in the ratings,

skyrocketed after word

of the hostage crisis spread.

Lee Gates may owe that gunman

a debt of thanks.

Well, it may have been an eventful afternoon

outside the actual Stock Exchange,

but it was a rather pedestrian day inside.

The Dow was down nine points, less than...

NASDAQ dropped 13 points,

thanks to a shaky morning in the tech sector.

Wall Street is a casino.

They're gambling with your money.

Your company was called "a great vampire

squid wrapped around the face of humanity."

He found his fame on YouTube, of all places.

I'm hip, blue chip makes glasses connect

Filled with champagne,

toast to the bread we get

The bigger the building,

the bigger the foundation

Peep how Wall Street is pimping our nation

I feel bossy, watch my dough rise

Kick folks in the street,

glad I ain't those guys

The bigger the building,

the bigger the foundation

Peep how Wall Street is pimping our nation

When one wins, someone loses,

that's the chances

It's competition, relieve finances

So far but we reached our consensus

If not, we'll meddle with consequences

Traffic and bills, freeway of exchange

One-way ticket, y'all lose, we gain

USA, wave the flag like gang colors

Bang on, but you'll be glad I came, brother

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