Black Monday (2019) s01e02 Episode Script

1 [SINGERS HARMONIZING.]
It's Showtime tonight [BLAIR.]
Previously on Black Monday I'll take your shares of Georgina.
- [MO.]
You want to fuck with me? - Yes.
[LARRY.]
Unless your last name is Georgina, anyone attempting a takeover gets burned.
You are risking everything! [TENSE MUSIC.]
- - [WATCH TICKING.]
[JAUNTY SYNTH MUSIC.]
I don't care what anybody says, okay? Al Pacino's performance in Scarface was bad.
And you mean "bad" in, like, a good, black way? Duh, I mean, the guy's a national treasure, right? He makes Paul Newman look like Paula Poundstone.
[BOTH LAUGH.]
Hey, little known fact, Brandt Hey.
Al Pacino's not actually Cuban.
So, when you do my story, you got to promise not to whitewash it, okay? I don't want any light-skinned guys.
Give me, uh, like, Carl Weathers, uh, uh, Lou Gossett Jr.
, Bill Duke - you know, chocolate brothers.
- Definitely, definitely.
You know, the untitled Oliver Stone Wall Street project will be an authentic portrayal of a black man just trying to break into this white boys' club Whoa, whoa.
"Break in"? No, no, no.
A black man breaking into anything, that's a terrible look, okay? I mean, what's your tagline? "From the street to Wall Street"? Jimmy.
- I'm joking.
I'm in, Brandt.
- [ELEVATOR BELL DINGS.]
So, while Nancy Reagan is telling everybody that AIDS is no big whoop, I went long on condoms because I knew that shit had legs.
This business the good ones you stay on your toes, kid, okay? You got to anticipate shit.
- You got to be able to stay one step - [BLAIR.]
So I got you all some gifts for my first day.
Now, I kind of had to eyeball sizes, but if they don't fit, no sweat, 'cause my-my fiancée's family kind of owns the company, so, uh - It's pretty rad, huh? - [DAWN.]
Hey, Mo! You're never gonna believe this.
Georgina Jeans [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
takes three years off my ass.
- Look at that.
- [BLAIR LAUGHS.]
[FUNKY SYNTH MUSIC.]
What a coincidence.
It's not a coincidence, Hawaiian Punchy.
- [MO.]
Dawn's right.
- I brilliantly orchestrated it [LAUGHS.]
so Blair got busted for blow down on the stock exchange floor, so now his only fucking option is the Jammer Group.
So, once he marries that Georgina chick and we get those shares, we also get cracker rich.
So I think the word for that is - "I'm a fucking genius"? Is that what it is? - [LAUGHING.]
[MEN TALKING EXCITEDLY.]
You're the walkin', talkin' Stephen Hawkin'.
I been telling people that.
[MO.]
Yeah, I'm pretty happy about how the whole thing worked out.
All you have to do is fucking keep numb-nuts in the dark, okay, until he marries that chick, - and then we're gonna - Hi, there.
Is there an orientation video or a packet? I just really need a computer to get the algorithm going.
I was going over the numbers last night, - and I realized what went wrong - Hey, hey, what went wrong is that you spent all night going over numbers, okay, when you can learn way more about trading from Raising Hell.
[CHUCKLES.]
The Run-D.
M.
C.
album.
Basically "It's Tricky.
" Brandt, if you didn't write that down [LAUGHING.]
I'm loving it.
It's great.
But maybe it could be the Talking Heads? - W-we'll see.
- Speaking of talking heads, you think I could maybe get in for an interview here? Yeah, great.
Here, tell you what keep your fucking video game away from my money until you get some real-world experience, okay? Now, uh, boys, why don't you give Blair here a tour? - And you and I - Okay, here we go.
are gonna do our thing.
Okay, y-you know what? Keep that on.
And then after the tour, uh, - we'll, y-you know - Yeah? - Yeah, meet the supporting cast.
- Okay.
And then we'll, uh - Pretty good plan, right? - [DAWN.]
"Plan"? It's more like a felony followed by a bunch of dumb luck.
- Name one lucky - I can name a bunch! You didn't know Blair would storm back in here.
You didn't know you'd bump into him after work, and you certainly didn't know that he'd be arrested instead of your black ass 'cause 'cause of your black ass.
The kitchenette's over there.
That's the window we throw stuff out of.
- Oh.
- And here's our menu binder of prostitutes.
- [MEN LAUGH.]
- We call 'em 'tutes.
It makes it less sad.
That's gonna be in the movie, right? - Uh, maybe, maybe.
- [LAUGHS.]
Nice.
And, uh, over there is our powder room.
- Oh, fancy.
- Uh, we just call it that because that's where we do blow, so not shits, but you can bring as many 'tutes in there as you want.
The best way to remember is, "Toots? Hmm.
'Tutes? Hmm! Toots? Mm.
" That was fucking hilarious, Brandt.
So that's three toots.
Write that.
Well, I-I-I-I don't do coke or, uh, 'tutes.
I'm sorry, am I saying that right? I'm, uh I'm engaged and also a good person.
That didn't come out right.
- Oh! - A thousand pardons! Can you pass the Grey Poupon? [YASSIR, SARCASTICALLY.]
He's getting married! - [MEN LAUGHING.]
- Oh, guys, guys, come on.
Calm down.
Blair's our future, right? The kid should be showing us around.
Like Mo said, all you lack is a little real-world experience, which is why I want you to fill this order with our broker, Fat Fred.
Can't miss him.
He's, like, "yo mama joke" fat.
Um, well, uh, okay.
Fill or kill.
- That's right.
You see? - Yeah.
This guy's already got it.
Get out of here.
Have a good time down there! - [CHUCKLING.]
- Ugh.
So what you don't know, Hollywood, is that pit is insane.
Those brokers will yell out whatever you hand them.
I wrote down "I'm fat" on that slip of paper, and when Fat Fred shouts that out to the floor, he is gonna smack - the handsome off that kid.
- Oh, man.
It's a classic Wall Street prank.
And that, gentlemen, is how you get in the movie.
- [RONNIE.]
Oh, nice.
- [LAUGHTER.]
Not to mention, the whole thing hinged on you bumping into Blair with the coke the guys surprised you with for your birthday, which also happened to be Blair's first day.
Okay.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
First things first, the security guard on the floor In my pocket, along with a backup bag of coke.
And Chad's been tailing Blair for months, and there's only so many places white people go.
I could've bumped into this guy in an apple orchard or at a puppet show or at a place with a turkey sandwich to die for.
[BASS-HEAVY BEATS.]
[BROKERS SHOUTING.]
Sold! Two and a quarter, sold! Excuse me.
Sorry.
Oop, pardon me.
Whoops.
Sorry.
[CHUCKLES.]
[SHOUTS, GRUNTING.]
[BROKERS SHOUTING.]
Uh-oh.
That's gonna leave a mark.
[GROANS.]
Thank you.
Oh.
- It's you.
- Hey.
No hard feelings about yesterday, okay? I mean, in hindsight, would the Celtics have drafted Len Bias? I don't know.
It's for the best.
Mo Monroe hired me.
- [MAN.]
Two and a quarter! - Twist! Yeah, I'm down here filling my very first order.
[BROKERS SHOUTING.]
Let me do the honors.
Oh, I-I-I'm supposed to fill it with, um with a broker named uh, uh, Fred, who's a bit Rubenesque.
- Fat Fred? - Yes, yes! Yeah, he's probably eating a lasagna on the shitter right now, all right? Look, I fill for Mo all the time.
Consider it my apology to you.
- Really? - All right! - Oh, my God! - Calm down, Cinderella.
- Okay.
- Kid popped his cherry! [BROKERS CHEERING.]
I get it.
Haze the new guy.
Just like a cappella camp.
You call this hazing? Tell that to my frat brother Blake next time you're in Heaven.
Hey, Brian, I need you to suck my dick! On a horse.
At a John Hughes movie.
- In a John Hughes movie.
- Okay, I get it.
He's white, all right? So you got him here.
Now what? How are you gonna get Blair to just give us his Georgina shares once he's married, Mo? I'm gonna form a father-son kind of you know, like a reverse Diff'rent Strokes or Webster and then he's gonna want to join forces with me, okay? It's pretty fucking simple, all right? What if it doesn't work, huh? What? What then? We're stuck with 49% of a dog that we can't sell and crippling loans literally, because you borrowed money from actual villains who will cripple us.
I know what I'm doing! You're probably just too hopped up on Dexatrims and Lean Cuisine to fuckin' get it.
Oh, God.
You know what? I thought we stopped having sex when I dumped your ass, but somehow, you're still fucking me.
Oh, that's what this is about? Your hurt feelings, Dawn? Because I broke up with you? Well, guess what.
Go cry in a stall or something, okay? This is a place of business.
And I am the goddamn head trader! Of my company.
It ain't called the Dawn Group.
And it ain't called the Mo Group.
You named the place the Jammer Group, like it's a fucking record label, and nobody knows why! It doesn't matter why! This is my place.
I can do whatever I want.
I can name anything I want.
Ah, watch this.
This chair is now named Sam.
Uh, the panther this is Karen.
Your name is Tyrone.
The door's name is Chris, and Chris would like to know, are you in, or are you out? I'm out! Where you going, Tyrone? Don't you fucking call me Tyrone again! Where you going, Tyrone? Do not slam Chris.
- Don't slam fucking Chris! - [DOOR SLAMS.]
Come back here and apologize to Chris! [SCOFFS.]
PMS happens every day with this one, you know what I mean? Dawn, what are you doing? Nobody believes this fucking act, Dawn.
Stop it.
You're not gonna quit.
[TEARFULLY.]
Mo [CALMLY.]
Fuck you.
I quit.
- Uh you're fired! - [DOOR SLAMS.]
Shit.
"Quit.
" Y-you heard me, right? I fired her before she quit.
What the fuck happened to you? Ooh, shit, the pit ate you alive, son, Sarlacc style.
- What'd you do, Keith? - I pulled the "I'm fat" prank.
Didn't realize Fred would get so handsy, though.
Oh, no, I couldn't find Fred, but don't worry.
- I filled the order.
- [BOTH.]
What order? One M F.
A.
T.
one million of Federal Allied Titanium, right? - [MO.]
Wayne.
Wayne! - [WAYNE.]
Shit! We're in at four! Oh, fuck, the kid bought a dog for four million! Four million? That tickles.
This guy can't even get pranked right.
- He's a fucking idiot.
- No, you're a fucking idiot, Keith.
- And you're fired.
- Oh, come on, boss.
Oh, you want some of this, too, Ronnie? Guess what.
You're fucking fired, too.
Get your shit and get out.
- But you were in my wedding.
- [MO.]
Right, Brandt? Ain't called "show friends.
" It's called "show business.
" Wait, we're not in show business.
You're not in any business, Keith! Get the fuck out of here.
Wayne, Yassir, dump that F.
A.
T.
ASAP.
Blair, face-fuck the wall.
- On it.
- [MO.]
Hey, Brandt.
Let's take this in the office.
What do you say? Anybody else embarrasses me in front of my fucking movieographer, you're gonna be living in Brooklyn.
Fix this shit.
[YASSIR.]
Yeah, I've got quite the opportunity for you.
[MO.]
Oh! What a morning.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[SMOOTH MUSIC PLAYS ON SPEAKERS.]
Can I help you find something? Uh, no, thank you.
I'm fine.
Can I help you find something? Uh, no, thank you.
I'm fine.
Ooh, Chanel Number Five.
That's a lot better than Jean Naté, am I right? [LAUGHS.]
But $250? That's just crazy, girlfriend! [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[SIGHS.]
Could you help me find something? Motherfucker, really? You see a name tag on my titty? I'm gonna find whoever the fuck did this and shove more titanium up their ass than RoboCop's boyfriend.
Look, I'm sure this was just a misunderstanding, okay? There he is.
Oh, uh, you know what? Let's deal with this upstairs.
- Wait.
What? Wait.
What? - Keith! What's up, queef? - You guys know each other? - [LAUGHS.]
Yeah! We used to share a desk till Keith quit 'cause he sucked.
[LAUGHS.]
[LAUGHS STIFFLY.]
Anywho, turns out that Federal Allied Titanium order was a prank, so, uh, I'm gonna have to insist that you take the shares.
- I-it's only right.
- Done.
- [LAUGHS.]
- For your algorithm.
You give me that, and I'll take all the shares at three-point-five.
Ooh, F.
A.
T.
is tankin'.
Somebody must've shorted it when they found out you were have a million-share fire sale.
But that's insider trading.
Down here we just call it "trading.
" Is he for real? Just take the fucking shares, Tyler.
- Come on.
- Or what? There'll be hell "toupee"? Kid, give him the fucking algorithm.
- [KEITH.]
Let's go.
- I can't.
I'm sorry.
There's got to be another way to get your job back.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Keithleen got fired over this? [LAUGHING.]
I didn't even know that this day could get any fucking better! God damn, this is cool, like a McDLT.
[GRUNTS.]
[SYNTH MUSIC.]
[YASSIR.]
I mean, you could call it a dog-shit stock, or I could call your wife, tell her all about that trip you and your nanny took to sunny Bora-bortion.
- You remember that? - Three and an eighth? Come on, man, this isn't Let's Make a Deal.
I'm not Monty Hall.
We're not being filmed in front of a live studio audien No, no, I get that you get that.
Maybe then you should've thought of that before your adventures in babysitters! - We're down six figs.
- How did this happen? Well, we were down five figs, and then we lost more figs.
[YASSIR.]
Word is out.
The whole floor's short.
We're gonna lose the entire four mil if we keep trying to unload it piece by piece.
Look, our only hope is to dump it into one of our big clients' accounts all at once.
But Dawn is the only one with accounts that big.
Fuck! We're gonna have to tell Mo right now.
But if we do it in front of Hollywood Square, our asses are grass.
Check it out.
[TENSE SYNTH MUSIC.]
Let me tell you about the time I got into a bidding war with Emilio Estevez over a Basqui-yacht, which is a yacht entirely muralized by Jean-Michel.
- How about that? Emilio Estevez.
- [KNOCK AT DOOR.]
That's a great idea for Blair.
- Hey, boss! - What? Um, remember how you told us that everything you learned about trading, you learned from Run-D.
M.
C.
? Well, they just released a new cassingle, and let me tell you, I think it would be the perfect song for your movie soundtrack.
Yassir, you are really fucking trying me.
You got to hear it right now.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[TELEPHONES RINGING.]
[SNAPPING FINGERS.]
Oh, y-yeah, yeah, yeah.
[STAMMERING.]
That's fresh.
- Can I hear it? - No, but tell you what why don't we take a little five to cool off? And we're gonna get right back in perfect harmony, like Ebony and Ivan Reitman.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[LAUGHING.]
A million shares? Classic! I quit my job an hour ago, and you already need me to get you out of some shit.
No.
"Need"? I did not say the N word.
And by the way, I fired you.
- I quit.
I quit.
No - Yeah, run it back, Dawn, I - Is there a problem here? - Can I help you find - something? - Yeah, there is a problem.
This one always loses her shit, and then we make up in about a day.
But we don't have a day, Dawn, so here's what we're gonna do.
Give me one of each of these skorts - in a size four.
- Two.
Then give me that whole wall of pumps in a six, and you still fuck with pantsuits, Dawn? - Yeah, I love them.
- Basically everything in my field of vision so that we can get this wonderful woman back to work.
- Bullshit.
- Oh, no, no, no.
I insist.
I insist.
- [GASPS.]
Okay.
- Great.
Consider it my apology.
For what? For that you're mad, okay? I'm not mad.
Tired.
I'm tired of the roller coaster.
Get the fuck out of here.
You get off on that roller coaster like that time we got off on that roller coaster.
No, you got off on that roller coaster.
I was just screaming 'cause that guy in front of us got hit by the fucking bird.
- Uh-huh, yeah, right.
- You don't get it, Mo.
Wall Street is not the roller coaster.
You are, and I'm tired of hanging off the back.
I didn't hate your Blair plan.
I hated that you didn't tell me! Look, I can call my guy, Kurt Covington, right now and stash all that fat right in his family trust.
- Yes.
- All you got to do is give me the piece of the Jammer Group that I deserve.
[SCOFFS.]
This shit again? Mo, make me your partner.
- [LAUGHS.]
- Or I got to go.
Where are you gonna go? Let me tell you something.
All your white-boy private-school friends, they will summer with you.
Yeah, they'll fuck you, but they are not gonna hire you.
All I want is a piece of what we built for all the sacrifices, all all the abuse, all the times I got called "Hot Coffee" or was told to get coffee or asked if I wanted cream in my coffee, which is fucking gross.
- [SIGHS.]
- You need me, Mo.
- Mm.
- It's okay to say it.
Say it.
[SCOFFS.]
- [LIGHTER CLICKS.]
- Say it.
When have you ever seen me give anybody anything? No, baby, it don't work like that.
You want something from Mo, you're gonna have to fucking take it.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- Isn't it time for your dramatic exit? - Yeah, it's a perfect exit line, and I should've gone, but the chick has my fucking Amex.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- Dawn.
- [FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING.]
So I'm gonna see you back at the office or what? So are you guys in a band or something? You're not gonna find it.
Then just give it to me, okay? What, you think this is why you were hired? 'Cause of your algorithm? It doesn't even fucking work, okay? You lost everything faster than my bubbe on Kristallnacht.
Yeah, that's the point.
You saw what it lost in an hour.
I-I'm working on it, but if I give Ty that version, it could crash their whole infrastructure.
- So? - "So"? That's unethical.
But I guess the guy making Holocaust jokes maybe wouldn't understand that.
Congratulations on your ethics, 'cause you just Holo-cost me my job.
I'm sorry, okay? I really am.
Do you want to know why I really quit my job? 'Cause Ty found out that I cheated on my wife, and he blackmailed me.
Now, before you judge me, marriage is a marathon.
You'll see, all right? Shera and I were going through a rough patch, and I met this chick she was a total fox Justine Bateman body, Jason Bateman personality.
But it was the biggest mistake of my life.
Family Ties in more ways than one.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- Really, guy? That's your fucking closer after blowing up my life? Thank you.
Thank you.
Uh [SIGHS.]
- Where are you going? - Home.
You know, the bullshit's better in LA.
- Maybe it's the water.
- [SCOFFS.]
Okay, but you're gonna miss a master of the universe working his magic.
Yep, that pretty much sums up my whole trip.
- [KNOCKS.]
Hey! [LAUGHS.]
- There he is.
Kurt, you flirt.
Get in here, my man.
- How's the jizz biz, kid? - Well Hey, you got carpal tunnel yet from jerking off all those horses? Well, it's called stud farming, and, you know, I don't I don't personally masturbate the horses.
Ah! Tell it to the judge.
Hey, Kurt Covington, meet Brandt.
Brandt is writing a movie about my life.
- No big whoop.
- Wow.
Uh, we're still in early development.
It's gonna get done.
You know, I was pretty surprised to get a little audience with the king here.
Usually Dawn handles all my Yeah, I don't usually meet with clients anymore, but I got to tell you Kurt, when this titanium deal crossed my desk, you crossed my mind.
But with the volatility of the dollar, - we need to get into this thing - Yeah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Come on, Mo, I'm in, all right? [LAUGHS.]
As long as Dawn says it's okay.
She's been my financial adviser since I almost lost my lunch money to a claw machine back in, like, the fifth grade.
[BOTH LAUGH.]
You didn't just say a claw machine, did you? - [LAUGHING.]
Yeah.
- God.
Brandt, write this down.
[LAUGHS.]
Okay, you know what? Let's give Dawn a call right now.
Okay.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Hey, Dawny.
Yeah, it's Mo.
Uh, listen, I got Kurt in the office he Want to say hi? - Hey.
Hey, Dawn.
- Hey, Dawn, that's Kurt.
So, yeah, we're looking at this titanium deal, which I know that you love for him.
I mean, hell, it was your idea.
So, uh, that bell is, uh, gonna ring anytime now.
Yeah? Close this up? is what I expect you to say when you get this message.
- Obviously leaving a message.
- Oh.
Oh, that was oh, me, okay.
You started without me, I see.
We're actually almost done.
We just need you to break out that old rubber stamp.
[DAWN.]
Ah, I wish.
[CHUCKLES.]
I was late because I was chained to my desk running the numbers, and, uh, Mo, you know, as your trusted employee, sadly, I-I do not recommend.
Ah, well, that's life in the big city, right? - Yeah.
- Hey, you know what? Let's t-take a second.
Just, um I got an idea why don't we step outside, run these numbers again, make sure that our deal doesn't work? I'm sorry, what'd you say Mo? What'd you say, baby? Run the numbers again, make sure that our deal doesn't work.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sure, yeah.
Let's do that.
Thirty percent, name on the door, valet spot.
Zero percent, your name on a tag that you wear on a uniform when you are valet parking my car in hell.
- Okay.
- Okay, wait [MUMBLING.]
I'll double your bonus, Dawn, but don't get fucking greedy on me.
Don't talk to me about greed.
Greed is good Lord! Are you trying to hide behind a lamp? - No - Really? Uh, can you just keep going? This is exactly the shit I need.
And this is exactly the shit that I don't need ever again! Okay, hold it, Dawn.
Hold it.
Five percent, no name, parking spot, but on G4 you know, the one that smells like post-game Detlef Schrempf.
- Twenty-five percent - [SCOFFS.]
name, slightly smaller font, G2.
And what's a Detlef Schrempf? Oh, you know what? Excuse me, Dawn.
No deal.
- Kurt.
- Kurt.
Unfortunately, you know, we were talking, and we don't think the F.
A.
T.
is right for your portfolio.
- Dawn's right.
- I am? - I am.
- Yeah.
Y-y-you're the best analyst on the street, and if you say you've been chained to your desk working every angle, then I trust you.
Ah, workaholic.
I didn't even take lunch.
I'm starving.
[LAUGHTER.]
- [KNOCK AT DOOR.]
- Come in.
[DOOR OPENS.]
Quite a shopping spree today, ma'am.
So we wanted to hand-deliver these personally.
Huh.
Wait a minute, you bought all that stuff today? - Well, uh - I'm so confused.
I mean, if you were out there shopping, when did you have time to crunch those numbers? The fundamentals must have improved when you were out there buying skorts and pantsuits - or whatever the fuck that is.
- Nah, no, no, no, no, no, no What do you say, Kurt? Let's do this thing.
15 minutes to close, buddy.
You know, in my business, this is what we call a sticky situation.
All right, 15 percent, name on the letterhead, G3 or below.
Ten percent, no name, G-O fuck yourself.
- [CAR HORNS HONKING.]
- Ty, don't you remember when you used to be me uncorrupted? It's not too late for you to to change and make the new you me, which which is really the old you.
So, in a way, you're not changing by changing back into who we are.
[BROKERS SHOUTING.]
Just take the shares, Ty.
Do the right thing.
[SHOUTING CONTINUES.]
[LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY.]
Oh! [LAUGHS.]
Let me "do the right thing.
" [LAUGHS.]
You cost a man his job today for the second time.
Oh, he told you about that, huh? Yeah, yeah.
How do you sleep at night? It actually is difficult, because, you see, every time I close my eyes, I see Keith in the supply closet chowing down on the Sparkletts delivery guy.
Told you Keith quit 'cause he sucked.
Are you saying that Keith is a homo? Oh, I thought he told you about the affair.
Whoopsie, did I let the cat out of the fag bag? Who cares? Fucking fairies, right? [SHOUTING CONTINUES.]
Up top, Care Blair.
[SHOUTING CONTINUES.]
[LAUGHS.]
You know what? Here's your algorithm.
You deserve it, Ty.
[CHUCKLES.]
Pleasure doing business with you, Retardo Montalban.
[SMOOCHES.]
[HUMMING HAPPILY.]
Look, even if I would go 15 percent which I won't how are we gonna get him to take the deal now? We both look like fucking idiots.
You can do what I always do.
Kurt he didn't come from money.
He married it, so when I need him to buy something, I just suggest that we call his wife, Sandra, and we see what she thinks.
Of course he refuses.
God forbid it ever looks like you guys need a woman's help.
Come on, Mo, just give me my 15 percent, and I can go in there, and I can close this.
Nah, but thanks for the tip.
Watch this.
Kurt.
[SIGHS.]
Sorry, we just can't seem to get on the same page.
- Here's what I think we need to do.
- [DOOR CLOSES.]
Let's give Sandra a call.
Right? I mean, she's gonna have to sign off on this deal anyway, and I think she's really gonna be fired up about it.
And if I know old Sandy, she's still gonna be fired up by the time you get home, if you know what I mean.
My wife is dead.
- [TELEPHONE RINGS.]
- [QUIETLY.]
I'm gonna get that.
[TELEPHONE RECEIVER CLATTERS.]
- Yeah? - [BLAIR.]
I did it.
I got Morgan to buy those F.
A.
T.
shares.
- No shit.
- [BLAIR.]
Well, actually, Keith and I got MoStan to buy the F.
A.
T.
shares.
And I got a ton of that real-world experience you were talking about.
It is tricky.
- Right, Mo? - [CHUCKLES.]
- Mo? - [TELEPHONE RECEIVER CLATTERS.]
Hey, so, um, where were we? Uh, you were just intimating that I should make love to my wife, who exploded three years ago.
- Dawn, what am I doing here? - Mo, what are we doing here? Six minutes to the close.
If we're not gonna do this deal, I got to go.
[MO.]
For real? For real.
Listen, Kurt, my condolences, okay? [MO.]
I am not a people person.
In fact, I hate them.
But numbers I hate them shits, too.
But do you know who's really good at both? My partner Dawn.
Why else do you think she's got 15 percent of my company? [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Whatever you two decide.
[SIGHS.]
Ah yep.
[CHUCKLES BREATHLESSLY.]
Kurt, let's, uh - let's do this thing, okay? - Okay.
[SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE.]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
[LAUGHS.]
Voilà.
So I guess you do need me.
Nah.
Guys made a mess.
You had a mop.
That's it.
Dumb luck.
And I'll tell you something you fucked up, Dawn, 'cause I would've gone to 20.
Yeah? You fucked up, 'cause I'd have took ten.
[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING.]
[CAR HORN HONKS IN THE DISTANCE.]
[SIGHS.]
Well, that didn't end how I expected.
- Yeah.
- [LAUGHS.]
I guess, uh, Dawn's pretty good at being one step ahead herself.
Eh, not exactly.
Anyway, what do you think? We got a movie here or what? - Yes! I love it.
- Great.
I mean, it's just like I said, you know? It's the story of this black underdog just trying to break into that boys' club.
It's gonna be one hell of a movie about Wall Street.
- You're goddamn right it is.
- Yeah, yeah.
Just not for me and Oliver.
- What? - We're not gonna do it.
But I-I'll I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna take all those notes I was taking, hand them over to my buddy Mike Nichols, 'cause he's also doing a movie about Wall Street.
- Oh! - Yeah, it's called Working Girl.
Don't worry I'm gonna make him promise me that he's not gonna whitewash Dawn's story either, okay? Dawn's story? [STAMMERS.]
You're seeing this whole fucking thing wrong, okay? She didn't win.
I won.
The guys got rid of the shares.
I didn't have to give her shit.
I just did that you know, 'cause What, 'cause you actually need her, but you can't admit it? Okay.
But isn't that the kind of fucking tortured-hero shit that you guys jack off to? No.
No, that's just, uh [INHALES DEEPLY.]
sad.
We're coming to the edge Running on the water Hey, Brandt? Fuck off! [CARLY SIMON'S "LET THE RIVER RUN".]
Let the river run Let all the dreamers Wake the nation Come The New Jerusalem [UPLIFTING MUSIC.]
Silver cities rise The morning lights The streets that meet them And sirens call them on With [CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ON TV.]
[REAGAN.]
And I promise, I'll get to that in just a few moments.
And believe me, as a farmer, I intend With a song [REAGAN.]
Hay down here where the goats can get at it.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- It's asking for the taking Trembling, shaking - Hello, Doctor.
- Hello, nurse.
[LAUGHS.]
My heart is aching We're coming to the edge, running on the water Coming through the fog, your sons and - [TAPE WHIRS.]
- [YASSIR.]
Hey, boss.
Didn't want to hit you with this in front of Joe Hollywood, but we are bleeding money by the second, and Dawn's clients are the only ones that can stop it.
[WAYNE.]
Sorry, we know you and Dawn have a whole Moonlighting will-they, won't-they sexual tension or I guess it's more of a "are they still?" I mean, everyone assumes yes, sexual intercourse.
[YASSIR.]
Jesus, Wayne.
Point is, we need her.
- Taking - Wait.
You and Mo? The sky is the color of blue You've never even seen In the eyes of your lover Oh, my heart is aching We're coming to the edge, running on the water Coming through the fog, your sons and daughters [GUITAR SOLO.]
It's asking for the taking