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Good, jerking off is key. And I

highly recommend cocaine, which

will make you dial faster, which

is good for me. Churn ‘em and

burn ‘em, baby.

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A BUSBOY stops by with a fresh napkin for Mark who thankshim. Then, discreetly as possible, Mark removes a freshvial of cocaine tucked within and takes a quick snort.

Jordan realizes:
that’s why he palmed the maitre d’ $100.

JORDAN (V.O.)

For the next six months I learned

the ways of Wall Street.

22 INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT (OCT ‘87)

As STRIPPERS grind in b.g, Jordan parties with Mark Hannaand dozens of BROKERS and TRAINEES. Jordan sips amartini and studies Mark Hanna, hitting on a STRIPPER.

JORDAN (V.O.)

That fall I passed my Series 7.

Finally it was here.

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23 INT. ROTHSCHILD BUILDING - LOBBY - DAY (OCT ‘87)

Briefcase in hand, Jordan boards the elevator with a

dozen other BROKERS.

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JORDAN (V.O.)

My first day as a stockbroker, afuture Master of the Universe.

And as the doors close, on screen WE SEE:

OCTOBER 19th, 1987

24 INT. L.F. ROTHSCHILD - BULLPEN - DAY (OCT ‘87)

Total chaos. Jordan dials the phone as all around himBrokers panic, screaming into headsets.

JORDAN (V.O.)

They called it Black Monday.

By four p.m. the market was down508 points, the biggest one-daydrop since the crash of ‘29.

4 p.m. The closing bell RINGS; the entire place goessilent. Brokers look at each other, stunned.

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MARK HANNA:

Holy. F***ing. Sh*t.

And as the Brokers start commiserating with each other...

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JORDAN (V.O.)

L.F. Rothschild, a company thathad been in business since 1883,

closed its doors within a month.

25 INT. JORDAN & TERESA’S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY (DEC ‘87) 25

Jordan sits at the table perusing the Times classifieds.

Teresa approaches with two coffees. Sits next to him.

TERESA:

So I’ll take an extra shift, don’t

worry about it.

JORDAN:

You work too much as it is.

TERESA:

We could pawn my engagement ring.

JORDAN:

We’re not pawning anything. I’m

gonna be a millionaire, Teresa.

TERESA:

You know that doesn’t matter,

right?

He smiles, kisses her. Together, they peruse the ads.

JORDAN:

(points to an ad)

“Nobody Beats the Wiz”.

be a stock boy.

I could

TERESA:

You’re a stock broker.

JORDAN:

No one’s hiring brokers right now,

sweetie.

They go back to the ads. After a few beats, she points-TERESA

This place is.

26 EXT. STRIP MALL - PARKING LOT - LONG ISLAND - DAY (DEC ‘87) 26

In a suit, Jordan emerges from an ‘85 Datsun. He looks

around confused, heads toward an unmarked storefront.

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27 INT. INVESTOR’S CENTER - DAY (DEC ‘87) 27

The antithesis of L.F. Rothschild, with cheap furnitureand a dozen misfit “BROKERS” giving loud, obnoxious salespitches. Jordan enters, a modern man among cave people.

DWAYNE, slovenly, 35, with a walrus mustache, looks up.

JORDAN:

I’m looking for Investor’s Center?

DWAYNE:

That’s us, hey. Dwayne.

JORDAN:

(as they shake hands)

Jordan Belfort, I called earlier.

I was a broker with Rothschild.

Dwayne motions Jordan to a seat. Nearby, a Broker inratty Keds, TOBY WELCH, is screaming into his phone.

TOBY WELCH:

I’m tellin’ you, this stock isgoin’ up!... Cause I know,

okay?!... I have inside

information!

Jordan looks at him, appalled at what he’s hearing.

JORDAN:

Where are your quotrons?

DWAYNE:

No quotrons, we sell off the pinksheets -- penny stocks.

Dwayne slides Jordan a large thin book; its pages areliterally pink. He explains as Jordan flips the pages:

DWAYNE (CONT’D)

Company don’t have enough capitalto be listed on NASDAQ, their

shares trade here.

(points to the book)

Like these guys, Aerotyne? Theymake radar detectors out of a

garage in Dubuque.

JORDAN:

Six cents a share? Who buys thiscrap?

DWAYNE:

Schmucks mostly. Mailmen,

plumbers, people thinking they canget rich quick. They answer ourads, Popular Mechanics, Hustler.

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JORDAN:

The spread on these is huge.

DWAYNE:

So’s your commission, that’s thepoint. Blue chips stocks you getwhat, one percent? Pink sheets

are fifty.

JORDAN:

Wait a second. You’re telling meif I sell two thousand dollars

worth of stock, my commission is athousand bucks?

DWAYNE:

Technically, yeah, but not eventhe biggest schmuck buys two

thousand dollars of this sh*t.

28 INT. INVESTOR’S CENTER - (LATER THAT) DAY (DEC ’87) 28

As others Brokers bark into phones, Jordan sits, phonecradled in his shoulder, making notes. A few beats, then:

JORDAN:

(into phone)

Mr. Fleming, good morning, JordanBelfort with Investor’s Center in

New York City. You recentlyresponded to one of our ads...

A few of the other Brokers glance over, eavesdropping.

JORDAN (CONT’D)

The reason I’m calling is thatan extremely exciting investmentopportunity crossed my desk today.

Typically our firm recommends nomore than five stocks per year:

this is one of them...

A few more Brokers look over...

JORDAN (CONT'D)

Aerotyne International is acutting edge tech firm out of theMidwest, awaiting imminent patentapproval on a new generation ofradar equipment...

LATER. Now all the Brokers listen in rapt attention.

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JORDAN (CONT’D)

-- so if Aerotyne’s shares rise

to only a dollar -- and our

research indicates they could go

much, much higher -- your profit

on a mere three thousand dollar

investment would be upwards of

fifty thousand... That’s right,

you could pay off your mortgage.

Seconds tick by; an eternity, then he starts writing:

JORDAN (CONT’D)

Four thousand dollars, will

that be check or money order?...

Thank you, sir.

Jordan hangs up, scrawls out a “buy” ticket.

JORDAN (V.O.) (CONT’D)

Just like that I made two grand.

The other guys looked at me like

I’d just discovered fire.

Toby Welch and the other cave-Brokers stare at him.

TOBY WELCH:

How’d you f***in’ do that?

29 INT. INVESTOR’S CENTER - (ANOTHER) DAY (FEB ‘88) 29

Jordan sits at his desk in mid-pitch, totally focused.

JORDAN:

It’s a rock-solid company, sir,

it’s the next Microsoft...

Six thousand. Terrific.

As Jordan continues talking, wrapping up the sale...

JORDAN (V.O.) (CONT’D)

Though I knew I was selling

garbage, within twelve weeks I

was making a fortune.

And as he starts scrawling out a buy ticket...

JORDAN (V.O.)

And as a wise man once told me,

my only responsibility was to

put meat on the table.

CLOSE ON a 1988 Jaguar, parked outside a diner...

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INT. KACANDES DINER - BAYSIDE - DAY (JUN ‘88) 30

Wearing a suit, Jordan sits in a booth reading the Wall

Street Journal as a WAITRESS serves the food. DONNIE

AZOFF, preppy-looking, 25, with horn-rims and brightwhite teeth approaches from the takeout counter.

DONNIE:

That your Jag in the lot?

JORDAN:

Yeah.

DONNIE:

Nice ride. Donnie Azoff.

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