MAD MONEY PILOT Written by Lev Shapiro firstname.lastname@example.org INT. STRIP CLUB - NIGHT A rolled-up dollar SNORTS up a thick, almost infinite line of cocaine. It’s New Year’s Eve, 1980, and RICHARD SACHS (29) sits surrounded by twenty bare breasts, smiling madly beneath large 1981 sunglasses, as he pops a bottle of champagne open. It SPRAYS out onto some of the girls sitting next to him. Richard laughs and pours the girls their drinks, his platinum Rolex flashing as he does, and then chugs down the rest of the champagne: spilling over his mustached mouth and down onto a gold Mars medallion hanging over his hairy, partially exposed chest, freed from the newest, white, virgin-wool Valentino suit he’s wearing. Richard is a yuppie, a confidence-man, a New York City stockbroker, and he just made a million dollars last year; and it’s time to celebrate. Pat Benatar’s “Heartbreaker” plays in the background of the club, but the rowdy crowd, painted pink in its light, drowns the music out with their celebration. Richard bends down to do another line. RICHARD Sheeeeeeiiiittttt! He jerks his head back violently after a long snort. RICHARD (CONT'D) (to Puerto Rican girl) Come here, baby. Richard rubs his face into the neck of the PUERTO RICAN GIRL (18) sitting beside him. He cups her breast with his hand as he does. MAN (O.S.) (to Richard, yelling) I should’ve guessed! Richard looks up from the girl’s neck. AVRAM “AVI” LEVY (late- 20s), an associate and friend of Richard’s, stands across from him holding two bottles of 1961 Dom Perignon Vintage, a silly look on his face. Avi’s wearing a silver, silk Versace suit, tortoiseshell Persol glasses, and a platinum Rolex just like Richard’s, but, unlike Richard, he’s wearing a wedding ring. RICHARD Avi, baby! What? Avi sits in the booth next to a coked-out DEBBIE HARRY LOOK- ALIKE (22). 2. AVI Five minutes. I’m gone five minutes... Where’s Dean? Avi looks around the club. Richard pulls a smoke out of a gold cigarette case sitting in front of him on the table. He puts it in his mouth slowly, eying Avi, and then lights it. RICHARD The bathroom, Studio 54?... Shit, I don’t know. Let’s just chill out... Have a good time. Richard grabs a vile of coke out of his breast pocket, pours some coke out, and chops it into a couple of fat lines with his American Express Black Card. AVI So, are we going too? He gives the dollar to the Puerto Rican girl, who snorts a line, pauses, smiles at Richard, and snorts the other line. RICHARD Going where? Studio 54? We got everything we need here. Richard motions to the women surrounding them. AVI All you think about is pussy. Avi smiles. RICHARD What else is there? Avi holds his hand up, rubbing his thumb against his middle and index fingers. RICHARD (CONT'D) Yeah, and what good’s money if you can’t spend it on pussy? AVI That’s what I’m always trying to tell you. Pussy costs money... There’s no such thing as free pussy... especially when it’s free. Nobody ever got rich from pussy. Richard pulls away from the Puerto Rican girl now and takes off his sunglasses, focusing more intensely on Avi. 3. RICHARD Everything costs money. A pussy... A pussy... That’s eternity... That’s as close to feeling whole as- PUERTO RICAN GIRL Babyyyy- RICHARD (still looking at Avi) Shh, baby. AVI “Whole”? What the fuck are you talking about? Whole until she walks off with half of your shit, maybe. Avi and Richard both laugh. Avi hands Richard a bottle of champagne. RICHARD Enough business talk. Let’s fucking celebrate. Richard hands Avi the vile of coke. Avi pours some out and chops out two lines with his Black Card. AVI I’m just saying... Avi pulls out a gold straw from his breast pocket and rips the first line. AVI (CONT'D) Money buys pussy more efficiently than love. That’s all. Avi snorts the second line of coke. RICHARD Who said anything about love? That’s what the coke’s for. They both laugh again. AVI (rubbing his nose) Fuck, that’s good shit. Richard raises his bottle. RICHARD To pussy. 4. Richard looks over at the Puerto Rican girl. RICHARD (CONT'D) To eternity. AVI (raising his bottle) To Reagan... No, to Adam Smi- No, to Capitalism! RICHARD To Adam-motherfucking-Smith and all the pussy money can buy! Richard stands up and shakes the bottle of champagne before POPPING the top off and SPRAYING all the naked women sitting next to them again. He gulps down the last bit from the bottle and tosses it to the ground. Avi drinks down some champagne and prepares more lines of blow. Richard moves his face down into the Puerto Rican girl’s bubbly breasts, rubbing his face into them, trying to lick up all the champagne, laughing as he does. INT. RICHARD’S APARTMENT - LATER Richard sits on the edge of his king-sized bed, positioned in the middle of the bedroom, as the Puerto Rican girl and the Debbie Harry look-alike take turns snorting blow off of his cock. After each one snorts a line, they suck off the residual coke. Richard stares up at the mirror hanging over the bed, looking down at the scene, and then off at some modernist painting hanging on his wall, almost bored, before pulling them up onto his crimson throne. He makes the Puerto Rican girl eat the Debbie Harry look-alike’s asshole as he presses into her pussy. LATER They all lie sprawled out on the bed, Richard resting his head on the Debbie Harry look-alike’s breasts. He says something to himself almost inaudibly. DEBBIE HARRY LOOK-ALIKE What? RICHARD What? I was just- What’s the thing you want the most... in the world? 5. The Debbie Harry look-alike blinks, staring blankly at Richard. The Puerto Rican girl gets up and walks over to the bathroom. DEBBIE HARRY LOOK-ALIKE I don’t know. She gets up and follows the Puerto Rican girl. Richard just lies there, looking up at the ceiling. RICHARD (O.S.) (to himself, quietly) Everything. INT. SOLOMON - MORNING Richard walks into the firm, already crowded with brokers all trying to make a buck. He stands there on the TRADING FLOOR And watches Capitalism work, its great yawn echoing across the room. Quotrons are stacked high on desks throughout the space, forming a kind of maze, out of which HUMS the sweet music of money. Richard walks over to DEAN’S OFFICE Bordering the main space, where DEAN CASSIDY (early-20s) sits, mysterious, in a black, Levantine blend Armani suit, looking down at some papers, an image of effortless cool. The door is open, but Richard knocks anyway. RICHARD Tell me you were getting laid last night at least. Richard stands in the doorway of the office. Dean looks up. RICHARD (CONT'D) It was that Greenwich Village chick you’ve been after, wasn’t it? DEAN Who? Marilyn or Beverly? RICHARD You fucking animal. That’s why I love you. DEAN You see Avi yet today? 6. RICHARD I just got here. Why? DEAN He wanted to talk to you... something about blood or water... or something. You know how Jews get. RICHARD Yeah, always playing the shark. Richard leaves the doorway and walks down to RICHARD’S OFFICE Avi’s already sitting in there, at his desk, smoking a cigarette. AVI Those girls keep you up all night or what? RICHARD All night long. AVI The tits on that Puerto Rican girl... Fuck. RICHARD Barely legal. There’s nothing like them. Avi shakes his head. AVI I need to get laid. RICHARD Rachel isn’t putting out anymore? Avi just looks at him. RICHARD (CONT'D) Well, my cock’s sore enough for the both of us. Richard laughs. AVI Just shut the door. Richard shuts it. 7. RICHARD Now get the fuck out of my seat. AVI Yeah, yeah. Avi gets up and moves to the chair in front of the desk. Richard sits down at his desk. RICHARD So, are you going to tell me what’s going on or what? Dean said- AVI We’re taking Telescope public, or, at least, David’s talking to Stephan Jasanoff about underwriting the IPO. RICHARD What’s David thinking for the pricing? AVI I don’t know. They’re probably worth 11... maybe 12 a share. David wants to start trading at 16. RICHARD Well, I’ll set up the ratholes. Richard pulls out a cigarette and lights it. RICHARD (CONT'D) Just let me know. AVI Except, I also heard that those cocksuckers over at Rothschild are trying to take them public too. RICHARD At least it’s not those Goldman fags again. AVI Stephan’s been talking to Israel Cohen over at Rothschild. They’re expecting Apple numbers. RICHARD So, they want to price the shares around 20? 8. AVI That’s what David said. RICHARD It’ll be hard to drive up demand at that price but not impossible. We could do it... All we have to do is make people think they’re buying Apple stock. AVI I told David that I’d talk to my guy at the Journal... Actually, we might have to meet with Stephan again. I’ll talk to David about that. Just get the ratholes ready. RICHARD I work sometimes. Avi gets up. Richard pulls out his little vile of blow. RICHARD (CONT'D) When I feel like it. AVI Let’s do dinner tonight at Abbiocco. I have a reservation at eight. They’re impossible to get... You know... And Rachel will be there. She wants to see you. Avi starts to leave. AVI (CONT'D) And who was that sexy little NYU girl- RICHARD Margot? AVI Margot! And bring Margot. Avi exits the office. INT. ABBIOCCO - NIGHT Richard, Avi, RACHEL LEVY (mid-20s)---bobbed-black hair, ice- blue eyes---and MARGOT (21), another dreamy NYU student, sit around a table at the center of the minimalist Italian restaurant. 9. Margot is dressed in a Gucci slip, sipping a Cosmo. Rachel, dressed in a Chanel suit, sits looking off. Richard and Avi are in the middle of a conversation. AVI (drunk) Fucking niggers. I fucking hate them. Avi takes a drink of his Absolut Martini. AVI (CONT'D) (to Rachel) That guy practically attacked you out there. He takes another drink of his Martini. RACHEL Babe- AVI I pay my taxes. I give to charity. Richard almost spits out some of his Old Fashioned, laughing. AVI (CONT'D) I actually contribute to society. What does that fucking monkey contribute? Nothing. RICHARD I mean, the animals can barely take care of themselves. You expect them to respect, you know, common decency or give anything back to people? Come on. Richard takes a sip of his cocktail. AVI I believe in equality. I’m a fucking humanist. Richard almost spits out his drink again. MARGOT You believe that that’s actually possible under capitalism? 10. AVI Capitalism? What the fuck does capitalism have to do with that nigger almost attacking Rachel out there? RACHEL I’m okay, really. You don’t have to get so worked up, babe. Avi takes another drink. MARGOT (to Avi) The economic conditions of the city make people desperate... Conditions that result from capitalism. AVI No, no, no. Those conditions are the result of Carter’s totally inept economic policies. MARGOT Yeah, and what drives those policies? Capitalism’s historical materialism. AVI Historical materialism? Did you just get out of an Intro to Marx class? Get the fuck out of here... You should know that Marxism isn’t egalitarian then. MARGOT And capitalism is? AVI It is. This is basic shit right here, classic liberal ideology. You probably skipped that class though, but I’ll tell you- MARGOT Okay, I’m listening. AVI Don’t interrupt me again, sweetheart. MARGOT Okay. Fine. 11. RICHARD (to Avi) Just let it go. Let’s just have a good time. AVI I will in a second. Just let me say this first. (to Margot) So, take that worthless nigger out there: Capitalism, as a system, doesn’t care that he’s black. How could it? It’s not a person like you or me, but people within that system care that he’s black because he sits around all day complaining about it like a fucking nigger. Go do something... Make something instead of leeching off of welfare like a fucking nigger, and Capitalism will take care of you. It’s as simple as that. Avi pounds back the rest of his drink and motions toward the waiter to bring him another. MARGOT Okay, but where is his opportunity to make anything? The social programs that help marginalized people are always being cut. There are biases in the workplace against- AVI Biases? Biases? What the fuck do you call affirmative action then? What the fuck else do they want? MARGOT Let me finish please. AVI I don’t have to let you finish, but okay. Go on. Rachel starts to look upset. Richard sees and places his hand on her leg, slowly rubbing it beneath the table. 12. MARGOT Like I was saying, there are biases against minorities in workplaces, and, historically, they’ve been subjected to hundreds of years of oppression... oppression at the hands of white people. AVI Here we go. It’s always white people this, white people that. Let me tell you something: Slavery ended over a hundred years ago. Move the fuck on. MARGOT I’d say the system itself is categorically racist. AVI And that’s a bad thing? Avi laughs. AVI (CONT'D) I’ll ask you again: what does that nigger create? Nothing. MARGOT What do you create? AVI I create wealth. I fucking make this country possible is what I create. MARGOT Which, again, also produces poverty... inequality. AVI Wealth that puts you in that 2000- dollar Gucci dress... Actually, you know what? Why don’t you take it off and redistribute it to some nigger out there, huh? You know, I could get behind socialism then. Margot, upset, gets up from the table. MARGOT I’m going to the bathroom. 13. She rushes off. Rachel gets up and follows, eyeing down Avi as she does. AVI Off to put more money up their noses! (to Richard) God, I’m going to fuck her in the ass so hard tonight... Can you take Rachel home for me? Keep her busy for a little. Maybe flirt with her a bit, you know, make her feel nice before you go? RICHARD I always heard socialists were real tight asses. Avi smiles at Richard. RICHARD (CONT'D) You’ll have to let me know. AVI I’ll owe you. RICHARD Me and everybody else. AVI Where the fuck is that- The waiter returns with Avi’s Martini. AVI (CONT'D) Finally. Avi sips it gingerly. LATER Margot and Rachel return from the bathroom. Margot is coked- up and sits down at the table. MARGOT I have an idea! Let’s all go dancing! AVI Dancing! Yes! There we go. Now you’re talking. 14. MARGOT Where should we go? I like Cosmesis, but it’s like a little too post-industrial, you know? We could go to Elysian or Dionysus. I think Dionysus has better cocktails, but Elysian is so much cooler! AVI Elysian! (to group) Rudolph Piper designed it, you know. Avi starts to get up. RACHEL I don’t know, babe. I’m a little tired. AVI Aww, babe... Yeah, you already had quite a night. RACHEL I think I’m going to go. AVI Yeah, why don’t you go home and get some rest? Richard’ll take you. Right, Richard? RICHARD Yeah, sure. RACHEL Are you sure? RICHARD Yeah, it’s no problem. I owe Avi anyways so- Avi claps his hands together. AVI Then it’s settled! Let’s go! (to Richard) You got the check, right? Richard rolls his eyes. MARGOT Let’s go! 15. The others get up from the table. RICHARD (to Avi, quietly) Just try to behave. Richard winks and pats Avi on the shoulder. INT. MARGOT’S APARTMENT - LATER Avi fucks Margot up her ass. She MOANS wildly, begging Avi to fuck her harder and harder, each of their ideologies breaking down amidst the body’s pleasure. INT. AVI’S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS Richard and Rachel just finished making love, lying together in Avi’s bed, Richard cupping Rachel’s naked body from behind. He strokes her face. RICHARD I’m going to Vermont this weekend to visit my family. RACHEL Did you know that Vermont means “green mountain” in French? RICHARD I was trying to ask you to come with me. RACHEL You know that I can’t. RICHARD Why not? RACHEL You know why. RICHARD He won’t even notice that you’re gone. RACHEL I know, but it’s a bad idea. RICHARD Why? 16. RACHEL Because I’m married. Richard sits up. RICHARD So? You think Avi gives a shit about that? He’s off fucking Margot right now. RACHEL I know. RICHARD Not that I don’t like fuck- being here with you. RACHEL Yeah, yeah, yeah. RICHARD It works out for everybody. RACHEL Who said I like fucking you? RICHARD I can always tell. RACHEL Maybe I’m faking it. RICHARD I guess the Oscar goes to- RACHEL Shut up. RICHARD Just tell Avi that you need to go out to the Cape, get out of the city, or something. He’ll be too focused on this IPO we’re underwriting. There... easy. RACHEL I’ll think about it. Richard goes to kiss Rachel. RICHARD It’ll be fun... We’ll fuck all day, eat breakfast in bed, go skiing. 17. Richard kisses Rachel. RACHEL You mean you can make me breakfast in bed? Richard smiles. He kisses her temple down to her ear and then sucks on it for a little. RICHARD Only if you come. Richard moves down to her neck and kisses it. RACHEL Avi might be back soon. Richard moves down to her breasts and kisses them, sucking on one for a moment. RICHARD We have time. Richard slowly kisses down her body toward her pussy. INT. RICHARD’S OFFICE - MORNING Richard spins around in his chair before settling his gaze outside the window, the only space untouched by piles of paperwork, then to an erotic painting on one of his walls, and then back out to New York City. Finally, there’s a knock on the door. The door opens slightly. Dean peers his head in. DEAN Someone’s looking a little low. RICHARD Come in. Dean enters and shuts the door. DEAN You want a bump? RICHARD You just said the magic words. Dean sits down at Richard’s desk. He pulls out a vile of blow from his breast pocket, pours some out, and chops it up into a couple of lines. 18. DEAN This shit’ll put some hair on your chest. Richard pulls out a bill and rolls it up. RICHARD This isn’t that nigger shit you’ve been buying, is it? DEAN Just try it. Richard rips a line. RICHARD Ahhhhhh! He snorts the other line. DEAN There we go. Look who’s back. Richard rubs his nose. RICHARD Goddamn. Fuck. Dean pours more coke out for himself and chops it up. Richard hands him the rolled-up bill. DEAN (smiling) Nothing a little blow can’t fix. Dean snorts the first line and then immediately does the other. DEAN (CONT'D) I love this shit! Fuck. There’s another knock at the door. RICHARD Yeah! Come in! Avi opens the door and walks into the room, closing the door behind him. AVI You fucking guys forget about the meeting with David? 19. DEAN We were just preparing. Dean holds up the bill up to show Avi. DEAN (CONT'D) You want a line? AVI Is that a serious question? Dean laughs. DEAN One for the road then. Dean pours out a larger pile of coke out onto the desk and chops it up into three lines. Dean rails the first line and then hands Richard the bill. Richard snorts the second line, and then Avi walks over to the desk to inspect the coke. AVI What, that’s all I get? That little fucking line? You fucking Jew’d me. DEAN That’s all you need. Trust me. Richard hands Avi the bill. Avi looks at Dean distrustfully and then rips his line. RICHARD It’s fucking good, right? AVI (smiling) Let’s go make some fucking money! Avi claps his hands together loudly. DEAN That’s what I like to hear, baby! Avi’s already out the door, Richard close behind. Dean follows them out onto the TRADING FLOOR They start toward David Solomon’s office. RICHARD (to Avi) So, how tight was she? 20. AVI The fucking bitch shit all over me. RICHARD I think that’s called redistribution of wealth. Richard and Avi laugh. AVI Fuck, she had a nice ass though. I’d let her shit on me again. RICHARD You’re fucking sick. They reach David’s office. DEAN Fuck... I just remembered I got to take care of some shit. Let me know how it goes, boys. Dean starts to leave. DEAN (CONT'D) Cigars at the St. Regis later though, right? Richard nods his head. Dean disappears. Avi knocks on the office door. DAVID (O.S.) Come in! Richard and Avi enter DAVID’S OFFICE Where DAVID SOLOMON (45)---sleek, slicked-back salt-and- pepper hair---a towering presence, sits reading the Financial Times drinking a scotch. DAVID (CONT'D) (still looking down) You boys want a drink? Help yourselves. Avi walks over to David’s desk and sits down. Richard goes over to a globe bar next to the door, grabbing a bottle of 40- year-old Macallan. David looks up on instinct. DAVID (CONT'D) Not the 40. Try the 18. 21. Richard pours some of the 18-year-old Macallan into two glasses and brings them over to the desk, sits down, and hands Avi his drink. RICHARD I like 18-year-olds better anyways. Richard takes a sip of his Macallan. Avi motions his glass toward David. AVI The man knows his scotch. DAVID The 40 is only for special occasions. David takes a drink of scotch. AVI As it should be. Avi takes a drink of scotch. DAVID All this fuss over goddamn Reagan... David throws down the Times. AVI The DOW’s up to 980. RICHARD Maybe you should have been an actor, David. Richard takes a drink and lights a cigarette. RICHARD (CONT'D) Then you could have been president. DAVID It’s all for show. RICHARD Yeah, and he’s running it. DAVID The real power, that’s behind the scenes. That’s here. I thought you knew that already? 22. AVI I think we can all agree that anybody is better than Jimmy- fucking-Carter. DAVID He had no balls, no vision... a spineless man, but the DOW increased 15% last year. AVI What? On his way out? Where was that years ago? Fucking buried under 14% inflation. David smiles. DAVID That’s why I like you, Avi... always focused on the bottom line... that energy, that spirit. I knew when I hired you out of Columbia Law. David takes a drink of scotch. AVI What can I say? Avi takes a drink of scotch. DAVID I want you and Richard- RICHARD Thanks, David. Richard takes a drink. DAVID I want you two to take the lead on this Telescope IPO. I set up a meeting with Stephan for this Monday. I need you to get him to come around. Understand? AVI Any means? David nods. RICHARD I’ll drink to that. 23. Richard holds up his glass. Avi and David raise theirs. They all drink. DAVID Take him out. Show him a good time... You know. RICHARD I don’t think that’ll be a problem. DAVID Good... Now, go make me some money. INT. ST. REGIS LOUNGE - DAY Richard, Avi, and Dean sit around on dark leather sofas, sucking on cigars. Smoke rises and fills the room as they puff away like the tycoons of a gilded age. The stockbrokers all drink J&Bs, dividing the universe up amongst themselves between sips with grand speculations about the future. The surrounding stockbrokers all do the same. They all sit where great men sat and made their fortunes, a presence that echoes through history. AVI (peering across the room) Look at those Rothschild pricks. RICHARD Shit, I think that’s John Kelly with them. AVI With those pricks? RICHARD I heard that they brought him over from Lehman. AVI When? RICHARD I heard it was after he fucked Jacob Weiss’s fiancé. DEAN That’s not what happened. He lost his fucking shit or something at a meeting. 24. RICHARD Where’d you hear that? DEAN Dorian Finney from Lehman goes to my gym. AVI I wouldn’t trust a fucking word out of that mick’s mouth. DEAN Dorian? I fucking love Dorian. We ended up going to Vegas a couple of years ago on bender. Remember we met him in Atlantic City that night? RICHARD What gym do you go to? DEAN Apollo’s. AVI I don’t know what Vegas has to do with anything. RICHARD You don’t go to Vegas with someone you don’t trust. DEAN I don’t think I knew him at the time actually. I think that was the first night we met. AVI (re: Rothschild brokers) Look at those suits. Brooks Brothers from two seasons ago. Embarrassing... Fucking pricks. They stole the Fischer account from us, you know? RICHARD (to Dean) Wait, did you say Apollo’s? I hear they have a nice tanning salon. DEAN And they’re very exclusive. No poor people, no fat people, no ugly people. 25. RICHARD God, there’s nothing more disgusting than seeing some fat pig on a treadmill. AVI Especially when it’s a fat bitch. They all laugh. DEAN Wasn’t that Paul Allen’s account? AVI The Fischer account? Yeah, it was. (to Rothschild brokers, calling) They let you pricks in here looking like that? ROTHSCHILD BROKER (calling) Sorry, I forgot my yarmulke! (to Rothschild brokers) Fucking kikes, man. DEAN (calling) Why don’t you stick a cannoli up your ass? (to group) Fucking guinea. JOHN KELLY (late-20s)---beach blonde hair, a used car- salesman’s smile---walks over to the Solomon brokers. He’s laughing and reaches out to shake Richard’s hand first, then Dean’s, and, finally, Avi’s. JOHN I’m sorry about my friend over there, but you boys can’t still be mad about the Fischer account now, can you? There’s plenty of money to be made... for all of us. RICHARD Yeah, I don’t know about that one, John. AVI (to himself) It’s like there’s no end to greed these days. 26. JOHN Are you implying Avi-boy that it was greedy to simply diversify Fischer’s investments in a way that your brokers didn’t?... Or maybe couldn’t? John smiles. AVI Diversification? I’d hardly call your strategy diversification. JOHN You’re right. We had to restructure the entire portfolio. AVI Yeah, with those dogshit mortgage- backed securities? JOHN Here’s some advice: get on board now. There’s a lot of fucking money to made with them. AVI I didn’t ask for your advice. I know how to make money. I make a lot of fucking money. JOHN We got him Apple at 22. RICHARD Get the fuck out of here, John. JOHN Well, I guess you have to know when to walk away, right boys? (laughs) Good luck with that Telescope IPO. John grins wide and walks away. AVI What a fucking nigger. DEAN He’s spending too much time with his dealer. They all laugh. 27. RICHARD He’s gone native. AVI That’s what I’ve been fucking saying. DEAN How the fuck does he know about the IPO? RICHARD Stephan’s got to be shopping around... talking to Israel. AVI (taking a sip of scotch) Long live the greedy. I/E. BURLINGTON - NIGHT Richard speeds through the night in his pearlescent white 1980 Lamborghini Countach, snow white countryside conifers blurring as Richard ACCELERATES past the posted speed limit. He whips into his parent’s driveway, kills the engine, and gets out of the car, approaching the PORCH Of the old Greek revival house where his parents WILLIAM SACHS (60s) and DOLORES SACHS (60s) are standing, drinking hot tea on a cold night. William, a retired banker, holds his hand out to greet Richard with an authority that betrays the robe he’s wearing, a stern presence, though slightly eccentric: balding head accentuated by a thick mustache and sepia-toned glasses. RICHARD (grabbing William’s hand) Dad. Richard turns to his mother who embraces him. RICHARD (CONT'D) It’s good to see you, Mom. WILLIAM Come on, Son. William motions them inside into the FOYER 28. First Dolores, then Richard, and, finally, William, closing the door behind them. WILLIAM (CONT'D) I’ll never understand why you drive that thing. RICHARD The Countach? WILLIAM The Ferrari Dino 206 GT, now, that’s a car. RICHARD It’s a nice car, yeah. WILLIAM Not just a car like that Countach or whatever it is. It’s a piece of art. Cars these days are too... are too... How do I- too geometric. Where are all the curves? Where’s the beauty? DOLORES I think it’s a pretty car. RICHARD The girls seem to like it so- WILLIAM What do they know? It’s a car not a casserole. RICHARD Well, maybe I’ll buy a GT. Things are going well at the firm. WILLIAM Come on. They all walk into the LIVING ROOM Centered around a large fireplace. RICHARD So, how’s Thomas? WILLIAM You need to talk to him. He’s done nothing since he graduated. (MORE) 29. WILLIAM (CONT'D) He just sits around all day in his room. I want you to see about getting him a position at Solomon. It’ll do him good. DOLORES I think he’s depressed, honey. WILLIAM Depressed? You mean lazy? DOLORES (to Richard) He and Theresa broke up. RICHARD No shit? Wow... So, it finally happened? Fuck. DOLORES I know that they had their disagreements, but you know he loved her more than anything. RICHARD I guess she didn’t feel the same. DOLORES Maybe you can cheer him up? WILLIAM A job would cheer him up. RICHARD I don’t know how I could cheer him up, but we’ll see. Richard starts to leave. WILLIAM Talk to David. Tell him that I’d consider it a personal favor. RICHARD I will, Dad. Richard leaves the living room and walks up a flight of stairs to the SECOND-STORY HALLWAY The house is elegantly decorated, full of impressionistic art, gold décor, and house plants. Richard opens the door to 30. THOMAS’S ROOM Without knocking where THOMAS SACHS (22) sits on his bed, jerking off to Playboy’s December issue. Thomas quickly covers his cock with the magazine. RICHARD (CONT'D) So, this’s what you’ve been doing for the last six months? THOMAS I- Uh... You- What the fuck are you- You fucking fag. Close the door. Thomas throws the magazine at the door. RICHARD Just put some clothes on. We’re going out. Richard shuts the door. Thomas gets up out of bed and throws on his Harvard sweater, a jacket, some 501s, and leaves the room. Richard is waiting for him in the SECOND-STORY HALLWAY RICHARD (CONT'D) Is that really what you’re going out in? THOMAS I’m sorry. Let me go back and change into my 3000-dollar Valentino suit. RICHARD No need to get so personal. Fuck. Blue balls? Richard laughs. THOMAS Come on. Let’s go. RICHARD Shit, it’s nice to see you too. There’s a pause. THOMAS They’re a little blue. 31. RICHARD Yeah, I mean, dressing like that it’s no wonder you can’t get laid. I don’t even think I can help you at this point. THOMAS Did I ask for your help? RICHARD How many of those magazines do you have under the bed? Thomas doesn’t say anything. Richard laughs again. RICHARD (CONT'D) That’s what I thought. Richard puts his arm around Thomas’s shoulder and leads him down the stairs back into the FOYER William and Dolores look over from the living room. DOLORES (calling) Where are you boys going? RICHARD Out. WILLIAM (calling) Remember what I said. RICHARD Yeah. The brothers walk out into the night. INT. BILL’S - LATER Richard and Thomas sit in an plain college town bar hundreds of miles away from SoHo nightlife, looking at pretty University of Vermont undergrads enjoying their winter break. Richard sips a J&B, and Thomas drinks a beer. RICHARD God, I miss college. 32. THOMAS What the fuck are you talking about? RICHARD I don’t have any problem getting pussy. You know that, but it was more fun back then. It’s too easy now. There’s no sport in it anymore... I know exactly what to say, what to do to get a woman, any woman, to fuck me. It’s fucking boring sometimes. THOMAS Yeah, well, people want what they can’t have, right? Why would you want something that’s already yours? You know, what’s the point? RICHARD Especially women. I see a woman, and I have to have her. Not having something you want will make you go fucking crazy. There is a pause. THOMAS Yeah, it’s like the more we want, the less we have. It doesn’t make sense. As soon as you want anything, you’re fucked... This world will make you go crazy... fucking crazy. They sit in silence for a moment again. RICHARD So, are you going to tell me what happened with Theresa, or do I have to get you more fucked up first? THOMAS I don’t know... Really. It just fell apart... fell apart so fucking fast. I just don’t know. RICHARD Bullshit. What happened? THOMAS I thought you wanted to get laid? Let’s go talk to those girls. 33. Thomas motions his head toward the two brunette undergrads sitting at the other end of the bar. THOMAS (CONT'D) Come on. RICHARD I just don’t get it. You guys were crazy about each other. How long were you together? THOMAS Six years. RICHARD See. I’m just trying to understand. THOMAS Things happen. RICHARD Yeah, I think I get it. Richard reaches for his Luckies and pulls one out. THOMAS Get what? RICHARD You fucked up. Richard puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it. THOMAS What? RICHARD If in six months, or however long it’s been, and you can only say, “I don’t know,” then you fucked up somehow... You cheat on her? Thomas looks down. RICHARD (CONT'D) Wow. Holy fucking shit. You fucking cheated on her... Wow. I guess you really are my brother after all? Richard laughs. 34. RICHARD (CONT'D) I’m sorry. Is that mean?... It’s just, why the fuck would you do that? I thought you loved her? THOMAS I do love her, but she was leaving. I don’t know. It was stupid. I was stupid. RICHARD She was leaving? THOMAS Some Green Peace bullshit to go off and save the world somewhere... She was always trying to go save the fucking world. RICHARD Well, fuck her then. Fuck Green Peace. THOMAS Yeah. RICHARD Forget Theresa. Really. Think about that sexy little brunette over there sucking on your cock... Sounds good, huh? So, stop being a fag, and come on. Richard gets up and walks over the girls. RICHARD (CONT'D) You girls look like you need a refill. INT. THOMAS’S ROOM - MORNING Thomas wakes up alone. Dim morning light casts down onto the floor through the blinds. A lava lamp sits beside the bed, posters hang on the walls, and books pile up on the floor along with dirty laundry. Thomas gets up slowly before heading down to the KITCHEN And grabbing a bowl of Fruity Pebbles. Richard comes down later, looking like he hasn’t slept and grabs the orange juice from the fridge. 35. RICHARD Bro, you missed out last night. THOMAS How was she? RICHARD You mean they? They were... They were... Fuck. College pussy... I don’t know how you haven’t fucked one of these girls yet... now that you’re free and everything. Thomas nods with his mouth full of cereal. Richard gulps down some OJ from the bottle. THOMAS Don’t you fuck college girls all the time anyways? RICHARD It’s different here. In NYC they’re always models or artists or whatever too. Where’s the purity in that? Sometimes you just want to fuck a college girl... a regular college girl. That’s like classic America. Richard gulps down more OJ. THOMAS Well, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never been one for moderation, so- RICHARD Moderation? Fuck moderation. I want excess. What’s more American than that? Richard gulps down more OJ and then puts the bottle back in the fridge. THOMAS (mouth full) I don’t know... democracy? RICHARD Yeah, but it’s more than that: why the fuck would you do anything at all in the first place if not to excess? You don’t just make a car and want it to be alright. (MORE) 36. RICHARD (CONT'D) You want it to be beautiful... That’s excess. THOMAS Yeah, I guess, but how many cars can someone have? How many houses? How many women? You know? Thomas takes another bite of cereal. RICHARD As many as it takes. THOMAS Takes for what? RICHARD I’ll let you know when I get there... But, first, we have to get to Stowe; so hurry up. Richard grabs the box of cereal from Thomas. EXT. STOWE MOUNTAIN LODGE SKI SLOPE - DAY Richard races down a black diamond run. Thomas tries to keep up. The sun shines, and the mountain is cold; and Richard and Thomas kick up fresh powder with their skis. Richard stops and looks back for Thomas who catches up to him moments later. RICHARD You forget how to ski? You’re slowing me down. THOMAS Just keep going. Richard, satisfied, continues down the slope before Thomas, skiing harder now, skis past him, shredding a line until he loses his balance and tumbles over, rolling onto his ass. He looks out at the mountain. Richard stops next to him. RICHARD It’s all that self-love. Thomas looks up at Richard. THOMAS Shut up. 37. RICHARD You couldn’t have picked a better place to fall though. THOMAS Yeah, it’s quite a view. RICHARD Yes, it is. Richard undoes his bindings and sits down in the snow next to Thomas. RICHARD (CONT'D) We’ll have to drag Aster out of California next time. THOMAS I think that’s probably what it’ll take. RICHARD He still pissed about Dad kicking him out? THOMAS Pissed? No. He was going to leave anyways... go and try to find nirvana or whatever... one hit of acid at a time. RICHARD That’ll definitely get you kicked out. THOMAS Yeah, it will. There’s a silence. RICHARD Listen, Dad wants you to come work at Solomon with me. THOMAS I fucking knew it. That’s why you’re here, huh? RICHARD No. I’m here because... You know, I don’t want to sound like a fag or anything, but- 38. THOMAS Yeah, yeah. RICHARD And what the fuck else are you going to do? Sit around and jerk off all day? Richard gets up and places his boot in a binding. THOMAS I just haven’t found what I want to do yet... what I’m supposed to do, you know? RICHARD Just come work for Solomon until you do. Even a fag English major could... probably do it... Maybe. Richard places his other boot in the other binding. THOMAS I’ll think about it. RICHARD Yeah?... I’ll give you until the end of the run. Richard skis off. INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT The Sachs all sit around a massive dinner table, one person on each side, eating pan seared foie gras with figs and a port wine sauce and drinking Chateau Margaux 1947. Knives and forks CLANK against their plates as they all eat in silence. William, at the head of the table, sits in front of the fireplace, cackling quietly. He clears his throat. WILLIAM So... Thomas... Well, frankly, it’s time that you get on with your life. THOMAS And what does that mean? What exactly would you like me to do? WILLIAM That you get a job and move out. 39. THOMAS And what kind of job is that? WILLIAM I’ve discussed it with Richard, and we think there’s a place for you at Solomon. David Solomon is a good man, and he owes me. THOMAS And what if I don’t want to work on Wall Street? WILLIAM What I said stands. THOMAS So, how long do I have then? WILLIAM Until the end of the week. DOLORES Honey, don’t you think you’re being a little unreasonable? WILLIAM If I was being unreasonable, I wouldn’t have let him stay here for six months while he did nothing! THOMAS It’s okay. He’s right, Mom. WILLIAM I paid for his education! I pay for his food... the roof over his head! This is the least he can do! THOMAS You’re right. I have been wasting my time here. WILLIAM You just have so much potential, Thomas... I hate seeing you waste it. RICHARD I can see the trader in him now. One trade... One trade is all it takes. He’ll be hooked.