Money Monster Page #3

It sounds like a real cute stunt today.

Would you turn on the goddamn TV?

It's not a stunt this time.

- I need help. Help me, help me.

- Jesus!

Stupid son of a b*tch.

Pick a goddamn box, Lee. Come on!

Come on, Lee.

Do it!

That's right. Open it up.

Jesus Christ.

Now, pick it up.

Yep. Take it out.

- Now put it on.

- How do I know it won't blow up?

'Cause I have the detonator. All right?

If my thumb comes off this trigger,

then we all explode.

- What if your thumb gets tired?

- You better hope it doesn't.

Now put it on.

Quickly!

- Okay, listen up, everybody.

- Put it on.

If you're not manning a camera

or a boom, get out right now.

Stop what you're doing.

If you're not core-one control room,

get going.

Don't look up. Just go.

Right now.

Button it up.

Good.

Sit down.

Something's wrong.

- Oh, my God.

- Breathe, Lee.

I can't catch my breath.

Just stay calm. Don't panic. You can breathe.

I'm having a heart attack.

- Do I look stupid to you?

- You are not having a heart attack.

- Just breathe.

- I can't breathe.

- Just breathe.

- Oh, God.

- Patty, I'm gonna f***ing die.

- No, you're not.

You're not gonna die, dipshit. Not yet.

- F*** you! I'm having a f***ing heart attack.

- You're not having a heart attack.

- You're having a panic attack.

- How do you know?

'Cause it happens to me all the time.

Here, drink some water.

That's not water.

Lee, I want you to hear my voice.

I'm right here.

Just keep breathing.

Shots have been fired at FNN

- on the set of Money Monster with Lee Gates.

- Bring it here.

An intruder found his way into the studio...

Turn on FNN, Money Monster.

Lee Gates has been taken hostage.

Sh*t.

- Shut those doors!

- Okay. Okay.

I see you.

Hey! Get out of there!

Nobody goes in the booth, all right?

Nobody's leaving from here on out.

Anybody tries anything stupid,

and I start shooting.

All right? I'm in charge.

You! Stay still. Stop f***ing moving.

I got something I wanna say.

Patty, what do you want me to do?

Wanna make sure I get time to say it.

Follow him.

All right.

I want everyone to know something.

I might be the one with the gun here,

but I'm not the real criminal.

It's people like these guys!

They're stealing everything from us

and they're getting away with it, too.

Nobody's asking how. Nobody's asking why.

- I didn't steal anything from you.

- Shh!

Be quiet, Lee.

You got to open your eyes out there.

It's not like the government's no help.

How they just look the other way,

since after they're done stealing our money,

they barely even have to pay any taxes on it!

I'm telling you, it's rigged.

The whole goddamn thing.

They're stealing

the country out from under us.

Not the Muslims. Not the Chinese. Them.

- Let me ask you this...

- Shut up, Lee! Shut the f*** up!

Shut up!

I came here to talk! Shut up for two minutes.

All right. Okay.

Jesus Christ.

It's all fixed.

They like how the math adds up,

so they got to keep rewriting the equation.

Which means, the one time you finally

get a little extra money,

you try and be smart about it,

you turn on the TV.

Boom.

That's how they f***ing take it.

They take it so fast

they don't even have to explain it!

They literally own the airwaves.

They literally control the information.

But not today.

- What does this have to do with me?

- Everything, Lee.

This has everything to do

with the both of you.

That's why I'm here. Don't you understand?

Two boxes.

Two a**holes.

Two?

Two.

You didn't just come here for me.

This is about Ibis.

- Goddamn right, this is about Ibis.

- Okay, I get it.

Turn that camera off.

Turn the camera off.

You lost a lot of money.

You went on TV. You said it was safe.

Four weeks ago. You stood right there.

This is what you did. "Let's get into this."

- "Oh, Ibis! Safer than a savings account!"

- I didn't say that.

"Home run after home run...

Oh, Walt Camby!"

- I didn't do that!

- Don't f***ing lie, Lee! That's what you said.

I did recommend it, but I never said

it was safer than a savings account.

You want to bet? Come on, let's bet.

You said it was safer

than my savings account.

- I would never say it.

- Come on. Let's bet.

March the 6th, it was the Stock

Pick of the Millennium. March the 6th.

I make a stock pick every single day.

That's a f***ing joke.

You got the tapes back there, right?

F*** off.

Find it.

- March the 6th show.

- We do five shows a week.

Find them!

How many people are inside?

A floor manager, a sound engineer,

and three cameramen on the main floor.

And the director, Patty Fenn.

And five tech guys

in the enclosed control room.

Okay, ESU will be here momentarily.

So, we're gonna need

schematics on the building.

Catwalks, exits, entrances,

the whole shebang.

Got it.

Vasquez?

If that's Semtex,

it's enough for a fireball 50-feet from center.

I got a line to the control room yet?

Evacuate the rest of the building.

Once it's swept, nobody in or out.

Come on. Let's go.

Shuttle, shuttle, shuttle.

Diversify, diversify, diversify.

Freeze. There it is. Okay, we've got it.

- Roll it, Jim.

- Rolling.

There it is! That's it.

Let's settle this right now.

At the welcome mat swollen fat

In stupid stacks, the cash

My money ain't funny and it keep comin'

I welcome the money and the cash

Whoo!

The name is Lee Gates.

The show is Money Monster.

The day is Friday, March 6th.

Let's get right to it.

It's the Stock Tip of the Millennium!

Let's see what old

lucky one-arm has for us today.

Ibis Clear Capital.

I know, I've talked this one up before,

but what can I tell you?

I'm in love.

This is Ibis's stock

since it went public 11 months ago.

Look at those curves. So voluptuous.

So full-figured!

I'm genuinely attracted to it.

Not sexually so much,

although after half a dozen vodka tonics

I could talk myself into pretty much anything.

No. I am in love with this intellectually.

Because Ibis is run

by a man named Walt Camby.

Walt was one of the first guys

to tap into the true market potential

of high-frequency trading.

Look at this.

Home run after home run after home run.

And now he has finally gone public.

Folks, there isn't a better bet out there.

Not bonds, not IRAs,

not your savings account.

None of them are as safe as Walt Camby.

Cut it, Jim.

Patty, put the numbers back up there.

Give me another fix.

Come on.

Oh, my God, I'm going weak in the knees.

- I was exaggerating to make a point.

- You lost a bet, Lee.

I made a bad call.

How much are you into Ibis for?

Sixty grand.

Sixty grand? This is about sixty grand?

Pocket change to you, right?

Yeah, it kind of is. Okay, look.

You give me five minutes,

and I can get you 60 grand in cash here,

and I can make you whole.

- That won't make me whole.

- All right. What's a number that will?

$800 million.

It's gonna take me a little longer

to get $800 million here, pal.

That's how much went

f***ing poof into thin air, you dumb sh*t.

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