Money Monster Page #4

So that's what you owe us. 'Cause I'm not

the only one watching your show.

I'm not the only shareholder

who got screwed over here.

You're the only shareholder here with a gun.

You think you're f***ing funny, Lee, huh?

Is this funny to you?

Lee, don't provoke him.

You must think I'm so stupid.

Trying to f***ing buy me off.

I'm not stupid, Lee.

I walked in here knowing there was only

one way this show was gonna end.

I came in here knowing I'm not walking out.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Where the hell is ESU?

And where's my negotiator?

Negotiator's two minutes out.

- Patty Fenn.

- This is Captain Marcus Powell.

The network confirmed

you can stay live on the air.

Just keep stalling him.

What do you mean "keep stalling"?

Tell him to say whatever it is this guy

wants to hear until we put a plan in place,

whatever it takes to keep him

from setting off that bomb.

Oh, Jesus.

F*** off.

Lee?

You have to keep stalling.

Just keep talking to him.

You're good at that. So just keep talking.

Talk.

Listen, I get it. What happened at Ibis is...

It's a disaster, there's no other word for it.

I can promise you that Walt Camby

is as sick about this as anybody else.

Yeah? Is that what he told you

from his private f***ing jet?

Listen, if anybody is gonna

bounce back from it,

it's Walt and Ibis.

This was an isolated incident.

- What's this?

- It's completely unrelated...

What is this? Who wrote this?

- Somebody from my office.

- "Diane Lester."

You see? This is what I'm talking about.

That's your problem.

You just sit there

behind their little f***ing desk,

like their little f***ing puppet,

buying into their bullshit,

instead of trying to figure out

what really happened.

You know what happened.

It was a computer glitch.

A glitch! A glitch!

It was a f***ing glitch! A glitch!

Shut up about the glitch!

All right?

What the hell does that even mean?

You see, you don't even know.

I'm not stupid, Lee. I told you.

People just at home accepting this sh*t,

they're the stupid ones,

because somehow these clowns

lost $800 million overnight.

Overnight.

And nobody's even actually explained how.

How is something like that

even possible, huh?

How is that even fair?

How's that fair?

It's not a rhetorical question.

I want a f***ing answer.

What do you want from me, man?

I don't run Ibis. I'm just a guy on TV.

No, no. Do not do that, Lee. Do not do that.

You don't get to pass the buck today, Lee.

Not today. Not with me.

So, what do we know about him so far?

Name's Kyle Budwell.

No wants, no warrants, no priors.

We sent a patrol to his residence

to locate family.

They won't find anyone. The guy's a loner.

Hundred bucks says this poor shithead

either lives by himself or with his mother.

The real losers tend to stay home

with their mommies.

But, hey, do your thing.

But watch and see, the guy's a loner.

Yes.

Can you patch this line directly into

the studio PA system for us, please, Patty?

- We have a negotiator here.

- Okay.

Charlie? Patch this line

into the PA system, please. Right now.

It's all about...

It's high-frequency trading. It can...

Let us know when we're on.

Can he hear me?

This is Oscar Nelson.

I'm a veteran negotiator with the NYPD.

No. I don't want to talk to no cops.

Don't think of me as a cop.

Hey, what'd I just say? No cops!

Cut the line! Cut it.

I can handle it myself.

Anybody comes on that mike,

you gonna put a bullet in his head.

You hear me?

- Cut the line. Cut it.

- Cut the line, Charlie. Right now.

Do not cut this...

Two people I came here to talk to.

Him and Walt f***ing Camby.

All right, well, then let's get him

Walt f***ing Camby already.

All right, so let's get him

Walt f***ing Camby already.

Right. Exactly.

Throw him under the bus.

Look, he was supposed to be here today.

He didn't show up.

- It's his company. It's his crash.

- Uh-huh.

So let's see what he has to say.

Right. Yes.

- What happened to the Ibis feed?

- I have no idea.

God damn it.

All right, find me Bree.

Have her call Diane Lester

back on the phone.

I want her back up on that screen.

And find out everything and anything

you can about Ibis Clear Capital.

- Got it.

- Yes, what is it?

I want the PA system available

in case we need to speak to him again.

Oh, right.

Because it worked so well the first time.

Look, just make sure you answer this phone.

We'll be right downstairs

exploring means of extraction.

I have Patty Fenn from Money Monster

on line three.

Marta, when is he landing?

I don't even know which plane he's on,

so I've no way of tracking him.

He took the G-V to Geneva on Tuesday,

but then he sent that to Hong Kong

to pick up Harvey Bergan.

Last location I have for the Learjet

was, uh, Sao Paulo on Monday.

Monday? That's four days ago.

You know how he is with his planes.

When he's in the air, he's off the grid.

Are you telling me that until he lands,

whenever the hell that may be, that he's...

He's completely unreachable.

Which makes this one big clusterfuck.

I have Patty Fenn on hold.

What should I tell her?

She'll call back.

Come on.

Diane Lester's office

is giving me the runaround.

Okay, Bree.

Dave, I need an address for Ibis, ASAP.

And, Bree, try Dan Issa at the SEC.

They've got to be

sniffing around this train wreck already.

Keep stalling, Lee. We're on it.

Lenny, can you come around on this guy?

I'm losing him in a little shadow.

- You kidding me?

- Just move in.

What the hell are you doing?

Director wanted

a better angle on your face.

There's kind of a...

A little shadow.

"A little shadow"?

Patty, "A little shadow"?

He could have killed you

much easier off camera, Lee.

There's a reason

he's interrupted you on live TV.

Look, give me a break, guy.

I'm just trying to do my job.

They tell me to move in, I move in.

All right, where do you want to go?

Well, if you went over there,

it would be good.

- Here?

- Yeah.

See, I'm directing a show back here,

which means you're hosting one up there.

So start hosting.

Okay, first things first.

- What's your name?

- Oh, don't worry about my name.

You're on TV. Trust me.

They're gonna know your Little League

batting average by the time this is through.

His name is Kyle Budwell.

The cops already tracked down his info.

Doesn't even have to be your real name.

Just give me anything I can call you.

Fine. Call me Kyle.

Okay, Kyle.

Got the address.

All right, that's midtown.

Listen, Ibis is ducking our calls.

I say we send somebody there

in person instead.

- All right.

- Alan, see if you can put a mike on this guy.

Lee, talk him through this.

I don't want him spooked.

- Kyle, listen.

- Yeah.

This is Alan. He's our sound guy.

He wants to put a microphone on you...

- Whoa!

- So you can... No, it's okay. It's okay.

You want people

to be able to hear you, right?

- Why, they couldn't hear me before?

- They could... This will be better.

We're tracking down Ron now.

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