The Wizard of Lies Page #6

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to fit me in today.

I haven't had my hair colored

in God knows how long.

- Um, I think she's...

- You know, don't worry.

- I'll find her.

- Uh...

I've been coming here

for 15 years, Pierre.

I understand.

We have too many clients

who have lost their money

because of your husband.

But I don't trust

anyone else.

I'm very sorry,

but I can't afford

to risk my reputation.

What about

a house call?

I can pay extra.

- I'm sorry...

- Pierre.

but I have to ask you

to leave now.

I'm sorry, Ruth.

- Sh*t.

- Ruth!

- What are you doing?

- Nothing!

What are you doing?

- Looking for something?

- My lighter.

Well, aren't there matches

in the drawer?

- No.

- No? What do you mean?

- There's always matches in the drawer.

- Well, we're out.

Where'd you last see it?

If I knew

where I last saw it,

I wouldn't be looking

for it, Bernie.

I'm such an idiot.

How did I get

to be this age

without doing anything

on my own?

What are you

talking about?

I... I didn't

do anything, Bernie.

I never did one thing

on my own.

I... I don't have a career,

I don't have a name,

I don't... I don't have

any friends of my own.

The only thing I have

are regrets.

That's all I got

to show for myself.

- Regret after regret.

- Ruth, do we have to go into this now?

I got a lot on my mind.

I'm going away and who knows

if I'm going to come back.

- Why would you say that?

- I'm not saying for certain...

- No, Ike said that you'd be able to...

- Forget I mentioned it.

You can't do that.

I'm not ready.

I... I'm not ready

to be alone.

You're all I have.

The boys don't speak to me.

No one speaks to me.

I'll...

I'll go crazy, Bernie.

I'll... I'll go crazy

all alone.

I'll go crazy, Bernie, I will.

Hi.

Leave a message

after the tone.

Bernie!

Bernie, you there?

Bernie?

Come on, pick up.

I know you're hiding

that 50 billion somewhere,

you piece-of-sh*t

cocksucker.

I hope you enjoy getting

your ass raped every night,

'cause you're going

away for a long time.

Hasta la vista,

you kike motherf***er.

What are you doing?

I can't live like this.

Slogging through,

being miserable

to no good end.

What's the point?

You know,

I was thinking earlier...

this... this isn't

even about me.

This country needs a villain,

someone to send

to the gallows

so everyone can feel okay about

living under a rigged system.

I don't give

a rat's ass, Bernie.

Well, it'll be better

once I go.

What's with the jewelry?

It's the only thing

the court didn't freeze.

I'm gonna wrap it all up,

give it to family,

and then kill myself.

Why would you

kill yourself?

Because I'm tired

of being hated.

I don't even understand it.

I... you got yourself

into trouble.

You couldn't get out.

What do I have to do with it?

Why does the world

hate me?

They all think I'm some kind

of a mastermind.

Take it as a

compliment, Ruth.

They say all these

horrible things about me.

They say I...

I was your bookkeeper.

- They say...

- You weren't my bookkeeper.

I did maintain the records

the first year.

That was in 1960.

It was just you and me.

I mean, but you weren't

even a real bookkeeper.

No, but I'm just saying don't

make it seem like I didn't pitch in

because I even

came back, remember?

- Yeah, but then we hired a real bookkeeper.

- And I helped with payroll.

- We hired a real bookkeeper.

- Right, so why are they making it seem

like I... like I'm involved

with all this stuff?

Because they're out

for blood, honey.

That's why.

They just wanna...

But anybody in the know knows

you weren't the mastermind.

- That's nonsense.

- Oh, well, thanks.

I already

wanna kill myself.

Are you trying

to make me feel worse?

No, but I...

You, uh...

you'd commit suicide?

With what?

I don't know. I haven't figured

that part out yet.

Something nice.

Maybe Ambien.

How much Ambien

do we have?

Enough to open

a f***ing pharmacy.

What about these?

Klonopin?

Same thing.

Just put it in here.

Do have yourself

a merry little Christmas.

It's a great song and you'll be

hearing Judy Garland sing it...

Can't we just have quiet?

I can't fall asleep

unless I watch something.

You just took

a whole f***ing bottle

of Ambien, Bernie.

Sleep's not gonna be

your problem.

My mind races.

Fine.

Our last night on Earth

will be you, me,

and Judy Garland.

- How romantic.

- Let's not get started, Ruth.

We had a good life,

didn't we?

Yeah...

until you ruined it.

Have yourself

A merry

little Christmas

Let your heart

be light

Next year,

all our troubles

Will be out of sight...

Have yourself...

Pop-pop!

- Pop-pop!

- Make the yuletide gay

Next year,

all our troubles

Will be miles away...

- Once again...

- Hello?

- As in olden days...

- Pop-pop!

- Hello?

- Happy golden days

Of yore

- Faithful friends...

- Mark, Andy.

I'm glad you came.

I have so much

I wanna tell you.

So much I wanna tell you.

I never...

I never wanted any...

I never wanted

either of you

to... to...

to, you know...

I just never wanted

either of you to...

it just...

sometimes

things in life happen

that you don't even...

You know, there's a lot that

I never really wanted to...

to tell you.

Uh,

I'm glad...

I'm glad you're here.

Once again

As in olden days

- Happy golden...

- Good evening.

It is a day that will be

in bold print

in history books.

Black Monday,

October 19th, 1987,

when the stock market

went into a free fall,

losing more in one day

than it did on

Black Tuesday in 1929.

F***ing rigged.

How to f*** the little guy.

I wonder if I can count on you.

Of course.

Pop-pop!

- Can I count on you?

- Pop-pop!

We took a big hit today.

Lost over a billion

and change.

You know how with a split-strike

conversion strategy

the stock options

offset losses?

It's like insurance.

A f***ing meltdown like this,

would have been a nice strategy.

If only we had it in place

- before the f***ing...

- No ifs.

No ifs.

And we tell no one.

We tell no one.

Pop-pop!

Basically, we're picking winners

of yesterday's horse races?

Yeah, so if anyone double-checks

our trades, we got it all there.

- All winners.

- Fine.

Make sure the books show

that the London office

is clearing the trades

so no one upstairs in market-making

is involved.

Not my brother,

not the boys, no one.

- Understand?

- Yeah, of course, of course, yeah.

No one.

Erwin's last words to me,

the last thing

he said was,

"Bernie will take care

of everything. "

He's gone and I don't

know what to do.

It's gonna be okay.

You can take all of Erwin's

other accounts...

his savings, life insurance,

everything...

and you can put it all

in his account here.

God bless you, Bernie.

Pop-pop!

- Pop-pop!

- Daniel!

- Pop-pop?

- Yeah?

Are you gonna die in jail?

Somehow...

Ruth. Ruth.

Ruth,

I need more pills.

Ruth.

Have you no shame?

Hello?

Have you no shame?

No remorse?

Have you no conscience?

You steal from widows,

you steal

from charities,

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