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Previously
on Black Monday...

I'll take your shares
of Georgina.

You want to fuck
with me?

Yes.

Unless your last name
is Georgina,

anyone attempting a takeover
gets burned.

You are risking everything!

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.

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.

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...

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?
- Hey, Mo!

You're never gonna
believe this.

Georgina Jeans...

...takes three years
off my ass.

Look at that.

What a coincidence.

It's not a coincidence,
Hawaiian Punchy.

Dawn's right.

I brilliantly
orchestrated it...

...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?

You're the walkin', talkin'
Stephen Hawkin'.

I been telling people that.

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.

The Run-D.M.C. album.

Basically "It's Tricky."

Brandt, if you didn't
write that down...

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?
- "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.

We call 'em 'tutes.

It makes it less sad.

That's gonna be
in the movie, right?

- Uh, maybe, maybe.
- 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?

He's getting married!

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!

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.

Oh, nice.

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.
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.

Sold! Two and a quarter, sold!

Excuse me. Sorry.

Oop, pardon me.

Whoops. Sorry.

Uh-oh.
That's gonna leave a mark.

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.

- Two and a quarter!
- Twist!

Yeah, I'm down here filling
my very first order.

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!

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!

Come back here
and apologize to Chris!

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.

Mo...

Fuck you. I quit.

Uh... you're fired!

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.
- What order?

One M F.A.T....
one million

of Federal Allied Titanium,
right?

- 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.
- 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.
- 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.

Yeah, I've got quite
the opportunity for you.

Oh! What a morning.

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?

But $250?

That's just crazy, girlfriend!

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?
- Yeah!

We used to share a desk

till Keith quit
'cause he sucked.

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.

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.

- 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?

I didn't even know
that this day could get

any fucking better!

God damn, this is cool,
like a McDLT.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Oh, y-yeah, yeah, yeah.
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.

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.

- 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.

This shit again?

Mo, make me your partner.

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.

You need me, Mo.

- Mm.
- It's okay to say it.

Say it.

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.

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.

Dawn.

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.

Really, guy?

That's your fucking closer
after blowing up my life?

Thank you.
Thank you.

Uh...

- Where are you going?
- Home.

You know, the bullshit's
better in LA.

Maybe it's the water.

Okay, but you're gonna miss
a master of the universe

working his magic.

Yep, that pretty much sums up
my whole trip.

- Hey!
- 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?

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.

You didn't just say
a claw machine, did you?

- Yeah.
- God.

Brandt, write this down.

Okay, you know what?

Let's give Dawn
a call right now.

Okay.

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.

Ah, I wish.

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...

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...

...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.

Come in.

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.

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.

Just take the shares, Ty.
Do the right thing.

Oh!

Let me "do the right thing."

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?

Up top, Care Blair.

You know what?

Here's your algorithm.
You deserve it, Ty.

Pleasure doing business
with you, Retardo Montalban.

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.

Sorry, we just can't seem
to get on the same page.

Here's what I think
we need to do.

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.

I'm gonna get that.

- Yeah?
- I did it.

I got Morgan to buy
those F.A.T. shares.

- No shit.
- 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?

Mo?

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.

For real?

For real.

Listen, Kurt,
my condolences, okay?

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?

Whatever you two decide.

Ah...

yep.

Kurt, let's, uh...

- let's do this thing, okay?
- Okay.

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.

Well, that didn't end
how I expected.

- Yeah.
- 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?

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...

...sad.

Hey, Brandt?

Fuck off!

And I promise,
I'll get to that

in just a few moments.

And believe me, as a farmer,
I intend...

Hay down here where
the goats can get at it.

- Hello, Doctor.
- Hello, nurse.

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.

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.

Jesus, Wayne.
Point is, we need her.

You and Mo?