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Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You won't regret this.

Wooo!

Marv, I just

bagged the elephant!

Gekko.

Hiya, sport.

Nice to see you again,

Mr. Gekko.

Try the steak tartar.

Louis will

make it for you.

Anything to drink?

Just an Evian, please.

Hey! See this?

Can you believe it,

a 2-inch screen?

I can hardly see it.

It's for my kid Rudy.

he's an electronics freak.

We're going

to a new age, pal.

Check.

So how's

business today?

Great.

Bluestar was at 171/4

when I left the office.

Might hit 18 by the bell.

Teldar's shooting up.

Buy any for yourself?

I bet you did

as soon as you left.

No, sir, that wouldn't

have been legal.

Sure.

Relax, pal,

no one's going

to blow the whistle on you.

Is that legal?

Put that in my account.

Hey, Gordon.

Georgie, the cellular king,

how you been?

It's nice to see you.

Oh, Gordon,

you look wonderful.

You're looking

very well yourself.

And Mr. Davis.

Can I get the check here, please,

for Christ's sakes!

Cover that Bluestar buy.

Put a couple hundred thou

on those bow-wow stocks

you mentioned.

Use a stop loss so your downside

is 100 thou,

and buy a decent suit.

You can't come in here

looking like this.

Go to Morty Sills.

Tell him I sent you.

Yes, sir.

Thank you for the chance.

You're with a winner.

Right, right.

Put the rest

in a mutual fund.

I want to see how you do

before investing it.

Save the cheap

salesman talk.

Excuse me, sir?

You heard me.

I don't like losses, sport.

Nothing ruins my day

more than losses.

You do good,

you get perks,

Lots and lots of perks.

Louis.

Yes, sir.

Take care of my friend.

Have a good lunch, Buddy.

Hi, Richard.

How are you?

Congratulations.

Hi, Bud.

Hi.

I'm Lisa...

a friend of Gordon's.

Lisa? Gordon?

Oh, oh,

Mr. Gekko, sure.

Uh, would you

like to come in?

Didn't he tell you?

Oh, that's

so like Gordon.

Why don't you

get dressed?

We're going out.

We are?

Mmm.

Let me see.

So, where are we going?

Wherever you like.

Lutece, 21,

the River Cafe...

or maybe we could just

drive around for a while...

work up an appetite.

Want some?

Sure.

Gordon tells me that you're a very

talented broker.

What do you like?

Like? Well...

This guy who should know

tells me to buy

Hewlett-Packard,

but I've been burned

on tips.

Um, Hewlett,

well, let's see...

it closed at 411/4,

up 1/8.

Very attractive.

Uh-huh.

About average yield.

Very attractive.

Mmm.

Rising profits,

strong balance sheet.

You're hot

on this stock.

Uh...

it's ready

to take off.

I'd jump all over it

if I were you.

Good morning, Carolyn.

Morning, Buddy.

You look happy.

Any better

and I'd be guilty.

You were never

that innocent.

How do you know?

You wish.

God damn!

We went down the toilet

on that ugly b*tch.

Buddy!

Mr. Gekko's

looking for you.

Be at the Wyatt Club Courts

at 6:
00.

Aah!

Aah!

Come on, sport.

You've got to try harder.

You need exercise,

for christ's sake.

I don't think

I can go on, Mr. Gekko.

Let's go, Buddy,

push yourself.

Finish the game.

Very nice club,

Mr. Gekko.

Yeah.

Not bad for

a City College boy.

I bought my way in.

Now all these

Ivy League schmucks

are sucking

my kneecaps.

I just got on the board

of the Bronx Zoo.

It cost me a mill.

That's the thing

you've got to remember

about WASPs...

they love animals,

they can't

stand people.

Uh... Mr. Gekko,

we took

a little loss today.

We got stopped out

on Tarafly,

about 100 grand.

I guess your dad's not a union

representative

of that company, huh?

How do you know

about my father?

The most valuable

commodity I know of

is information.

Wouldn't you agree?

Yeah.

The public's out there

throwing darts

at a board.

I don't throw darts

at a board.

I bet on sure things.

Read Sun Tzu,

The Art of War...

"Every battle is won

before it's ever fought."

Think about it.

You're not as smart

as I thought, Buddy boy.

You wonder why fund managers

can't beat the S & P 500?

Because they're sheep,

and sheep get slaughtered.

I've been in this business

since '69.

These Harvard types

don't add up to dogshit.

Give me guys that are

poor, smart, and hungry,

and no feelings.

You lose a few,

but you keep fighting,

and if you need a friend,

get a dog.

It's trench warfare

out there, pal.

Hey, Georgie.

Hey, Gordon.

How's Larchmont

treating you?

Fine. How's the Praxer

deal going?

You should know, pal.

A**hole.

And inside here, too.

I've got 20 other brokers

analyzing charts, pal.

I don't need another one.

See you around, Buddy.

I am not just

another broker, Mr. Gekko.

If you give me

another chance,

I'll prove that to you.

I'll go the extra mile.

You want another chance?

F***ing A!

You stop sending me

information,

and you start

getting me some.

Get dressed.

I'll show you

my charts.

You know the name?

Of course.

Larry Wildman,

one of the first raiders.

Like all Brits, thinks he was born

with a better piss pot.

Bribed an old secretary

of mine,

stole RDL Pharmaceuticals

right from under me.

Wildman, the white knight.

I remember that.

You were involved?

Payback time, sport.

You see that building?

I bought that building

my first real estate deal.

Sold it two years later,

made an $800,000 profit.

It was better than sex.

At that time,

I thought that was

all the money in the world.

Now it's a day's pay.

Anyway, I had a mole

in Wildman's operation.

He gave me half the picture,

then got fired.

I don't follow.

Wildman's in town.

He became

an American citizen.

Something big is going down.

I want to know where he goes,

what he sees.

I want you

to fill out the picture.

Ah, Mr. Gekko,

it's not what I do.

I could lose my license.

If the SEC found out,

I could go to jail.

That's inside information.

You mean like

when a father tells a son

about a court ruling

on an airline,

or someone overhears

that I'm buying Teldar Paper

and buys some

for himself,

or the chairman

of the board of XYZ

decides it's time

to blow out XYZ?

Is that what you mean?

I'm afraid, pal,

unless your father's on the board

of another company,

you and I are going to have

a tough time

doing business together.

What about hard work?

What about it?

You stayed up all night

analyzing that dogshit stock

you gave me.

My father worked

like an elephant

until he died at 49.

Wake up, will you, pal?

If you're not inside,

you are outside, O. K?

And I'm not talking about

some $400,000-a-year

working Wall Street stiff

flying first class

and being comfortable,

I'm talking about liquid.

Rich enough to have your own jet,

Rich enough

not to waste time.

dollars, Buddy.

A player...

or nothing.

Now, you had what it took

to get in my office.

The real question is whether you got

what it takes to stay.

Look at that.

Are you going to tell me

the difference between

this guy and that guy is luck?

Mohammed, pull over, will you?

I'll drop you off here.

I'm late.

Buddy, it's been

nice meeting you, O. K?

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