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Glengarry Glen Ross (1992)
Hello, honey.|How you doing?
Good.|What did he say? Uh-huh. Is he still there?|How long ago did he leave? Uh-huh. I'm stopping here,|then I got a little meeting, and then I'll...|I would if I could. As soon as I can.|Let me get off and l... let me get off and I prom...|I promise you it'll be okay. A bunch of bullshit.|Waste a good man's time. Hi, could I speak|to Dr. Lowenstein, please? It's rather important.|Could you get him for me? Bunch of bullshit trying to make|a living on these deadbeat leads. I swear to God, Shel,|I'm on a sit today... Hello, Mrs. Swoboda,|this is Dave Moss. Yeah, we spoke yesterday. Now on the Rio Rancho Estates,|we've had a situation just come up. The president of our company|is in town just one day, - And he has certain parcels...|- Doctor... well, could you get...|what do you mean? He's not there?|I have to speak to him. Yes, it is fairly urgent.|Mr. Levene. No, I can't be reached.|I'll get back to him. He has certain parcels...|certain choice parcels which he's given me|a hold on for the next 48 hours. What would be the best time to get|you and your husband together? Say, tonight, at 10:00,|or tomorrow at 8:00? Okay. Okay, what would be|the best time to do that? Look, you sent in the...|no, no, listen to me now... I've got 48 hours|to make you a lot of money. Well, when will he be home?|Fine, I'll call you back in 10 minutes. They don't give you the leads,|they don't give you the support, - They don't give you dick.|- Yeah. Then they're yanking us in|on some sales conference. When's the last time anybody|learned a goddamn thing? All it does is some jerk|shoots his mouth off. I swear to God, Shel, I got half a mind|to go across the street. I got half a mind to go|with you if they'd take me. You never know... I was talking|to Jerry Graff last week. I got to call|these deadbeats back. I can't make a goddamn|dollar with these leads, and you're killing my ass|on the street. - I'm sorry you aren't happy here.|- That's cute, but you're running this office|like a bunch of bullshit. You're on an override...|you make money, we make money. - I'd like you to make more money.|- Then don't go waste my time. - A sales conference?|- The strategy comes from downtown. Oh, the strategy?|The strategy? - Well, I think I'll pass.|- I wouldn't. - Why is that?|- When you come, then you'll see. - Shelly.|- John. Are you ready|to do or die tonight? Oh yeah,|always ready, John. Always ready, John.|Now, one thing... we were talking about the leads.|We got some new ones? That's what we're going|to talk about at the meeting. We are? Because I'm running|into a bit of a snag. Yes, I've seen|your sales figures. That's the leads.|You give me a better lead... That's what we're going|to be talking about. I'm in a bind...|personal problems. - I could use a leg up.|- After the meeting. - I hear the new Glengarry leads...|- After the meeting, Shel. - Hey, Ricky.|- Hello, John. - Wet out there tonight.|- Huh? - Wet out there tonight.|- Uh-huh. - Maybe it'll break the heat.|- Yeah. Al, give me a quick J&B, huh?|Double. Cutty, Al. - They say...|- Huh? they say it was so hot|downtown this afternoon, grown men on the street corner|were going up to cops begging the cops|to shoot them. They say you should not drink|alcohol when it's so hot. - Who says that?|- Something I read. For they say|it dehydrates you. They say|you should drink water, but I subscribe to the law|of contrary public opinion. If everyone thinks one thing,|then I say bet the other way. Added to which,|you know they're wrong. That's what I'm saying. - Slow tonight.|- Oh, yeah. Well, I guess|everybody's staying home. If my daughter calls,|anybody calls, I'm over at the office.|Thanks. I had a woman|in White Plains on the hook... five units, Mountain View...|what happens? She has to check|with her lawyer. - You let her check with her lawyer?|- What could I do? - I dunno.|- Shelly. - Huh?|- Who's the guy? Couldn't tell you. I don't like the whole thing,|because all I need is a lead. - They won't give out...|- Uh-huh. The rich get richer,|that's the law of the land. Who belongs|to the BM...? It is 7:30. So who is that? And where is|Mr. Roma? Well, I'm not a leash,|so I don't know, do I? Let me have|your attention for a moment. You're talking about what?|You're talking about... bitching about|that sale you shot, some son of a bitch|don't want to buy land, somebody don't want|what you're selling, some broad you're|trying to screw, so forth. Let's talk|about something important. - Are they all here?|- All but one. I'm going anyway. Let's talk|about something important. Put that coffee down. Coffee's for closers only. You think|I'm fucking with you? I am not fucking with you. I'm here from downtown. I'm here|from Mitch and Murray. And I'm here|on a mission of mercy. - Your name's Levene?|- Yeah. You call yourself a salesman,|you son of a bitch? I don't got to listen|to this shit. You certainly don't, 'cause|the good news is, you're fired. The bad news is you've got...|all of you've got... just one week|to regain your jobs, starting with tonight...|starting with tonight's sit. Oh, have I got|your attention now? Good... 'cause we're adding|a little something to this month's|sales contest. As you all know, first prize|is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anybody want to see|second prize? Second prize is|a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired. Do you get the picture?|Are you laughing now? You got leads. Mitch and Murray|paid good money. Get their names|to sell them. You can't close|the leads you're given, you can't close shit,|you are shit! Hit the bricks, pal, and beat it,|'cause you are going out! - The leads are weak.|- The leads are weak? The fucking leads are weak?|You're weak. I've been|in this business 15 years. - What's your name?|- Fuck you... that's my name!|You know why, mister? Because you drove a Hyundai|to get here tonight, I drove an $80,000 BMW.|That's my name. And your name|is "You're wanting." You can't play in the man's game?|You can't close them? Then go home and tell your wife|your troubles. Because only one thing|counts in this life... get them to sign|on the line which is dotted! You hear me,|you fucking faggots? "A-B-C." A... Always,|B... Be, C... Closing. Always Be Closing. "Always Be Closing." "A-l-D-A." "Attention, Interest,|Decision, Action." Attention...|Do I have your attention? Interest...|Are you interested? I know you are,|because it's fuck or walk. You close|or you hit the bricks. Decision... Have you made|your decision for Christ? And Action.|"A-l-D-A." Get out there...|you got the prospects coming in. You think they came in|to get out of the rain? A guy don't walk on the lot|lest he wants to buy. They're sitting out there|waiting to give you their money. Are you gonna take it? Are you man enough|to take it? Crap. What's the problem, pal?|You... Moss. You're such a hero,|you're so rich, how come you're here wasting|your time with a bunch of bums? You see this watch? - You see this watch?|- Yeah. That watch costs|more than your car. I made $9 70,000 last year.|How much you make? You see, pal... that's who I am,|and you're nothing. Nice guy?|I don't give a shit. Good father? Fuck you...|go home and play with your kids. You want to work here...|close! You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse,|you cocksucker? You can't take this, how can you|take the abuse you get on a sit? You don't like it, leave. I can go out there tonight...|the materials you got... make myself $15,000.|Tonight... in two hours! Can you? Can you? Go and do likewise.|"A-l-D-A." Get mad, you son of a bitches.|Get mad! You know what it takes|to sell real estate? It takes brass balls|to sell real estate. Go and do likewise,|gents. The money's out there...|you pick it up, it's yours, you don't,|I got no sympathy for you. You want to go out|on those sits tonight and close... close... it's yours. Not, you're gonna be|shining my shoes. And you know|what you'll be saying. Bunch of losers|sitting around in a bar, "Oh yeah, I used to be a salesman.|It's a tough racket." These are the new leads. These are|the Glengarry leads. And to you, they're gold.|And you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you|is just throwing them away. They're for closers. I'd wish you good luck, but you wouldn't know what|to do with it if you got it. And to answer your question, pal...|"Why am I here?" I came here because|Mitch and Murray asked me to. They asked me for a favor.|I said, "The real favor... follow my advice|and fire your fucking ass, because a loser|is a loser." Bunch of fucking nonsense... treat people like that. The fuck is he going|to get off? - Mickey Mouse sales conference.|- He didn't mean it. I'm sure he didn't mean it about|trimming down the sales quota. Where is Roma?|Where the hell is Mr. Ricky Roma? All the while we got to sit here,|eat this nonsense? Hello? Mr. Levene.|How's she doing? Uh-huh, yeah.|Is she awake? Oh, the doctor came by.|What did he say? Uh-huh.|I can't come in tonight. I think... I know she is.|I know that she is. I've gotta go out. Will you please|tell her when she wakes? I've got to go out.|Tell her I'll call her from the road. Thank you. Gentlemen,|you heard the man. What is this in aid of? - As of tonight...|- What is this? Excuse me. What it's in aid of|is that Mitch and Murray... Fuck Mitch and Murray!|I'm doing my job, I got to put up|with this childishness? I don't make the rules.|I'm paid to run the office. You don't like the rules, Dave?|There's the door! Two lead cards for tonight,|two lead cards for tomorrow. As you heard,|end of the month, top salesman on the board|gets the Eldorado. - Next man down the...|- What about the good leads? - The leads I've given you.|- But these leads are shit. They're old...|I've seen that name 100 times. - The leads are assigned randomly.|- What about the new leads? The new leads...|the Glengarry leads. I've got them.|I'm going to hang onto them. And they'll be|assigned to closers, based on the sales volume,|first to Roma. - Where is Roma?|- Don't worry about Roma. He'll get his leads,|you've got yours. He's top name on the board,|so he don't have to be here? That's correct!|And as the hour is waning, I suggest you... those of you|who are interested in a continuing job with|this organization, get to work. That's garbage.|Bullshit. - Thank you for your attention.|- Bullshit! How am I supposed to close these?|Look at this. I've had this guy before.|I've been to his house twice. l... I can't...|I can't close this stuff. Shelly, how am I|supposed to... They're going|to bounce me out of a job. Hello, Mr. Palermo?|I'm sorry. Mr. Speice?|Mr. Robert Speice? Yeah,|this is George Aaronow. I'm with Rio.|I spoke with your wife earlier. I'm the vice president of Rio Rancho|Properties in Furman, Arizona. Yes. I'm calling from the airport,|and consulting my map, I see that you and your wife|live near the airport. I have some rather...|rather unusual, rather good information|on the property... Hello? Hello, this is|Sheldon Levene. Please listen closely...|I only have a moment or so. I can speak only|to a Mrs. Nyborg. Oh, this is Mrs. Nyborg.|Please listen closely, Mrs. Nyborg. I'm calling from Consolidated|Properties of Arizona. Our computer has chosen you|from all of the many thousands who write in requesting|information on our properties. Now by federal law,|as you probably know, the prize must be awarded to you|even if you are not engaged in our land|development plan. The only stipulation, of course,|is that you and your husband must sign at the same time|for the receipt of your prize. Now, I will be in the area|tonight, possibly tomorrow. What do you think might be|a convenient time to meet with both you|and your husband? Of course I'll hold. - Bunch of fucking nonsense, huh?|- I can't close them. - Nobody can close 'em.|- They're old. They're ancient...|a bunch of fucking nonsense. Get some jerk|to come in here... Sometimes I think,|"I wonder if I belong in this business." Send a guy out there...|no support, no confidence. Then I say,|"Nobody can close 'em." - Then I look at Roma.|- Roma... fuck Roma. Had a freak...|a little run of luck. The leads are garbage. Then I say,|"Why give him the good leads? - He doesn't need 'em."|- You going out? Yeah. I have to go out.|I can't make a sit. - Have you tried?|- Yeah. Something's wrong with me. What is it?|I can't push through. Get your coat on.|You're coming out with me. - Something in me.|- Forget it. - I try, I try.|- I said forget it, come on. I can't close 'em. Life. I swear to God,|you work all your life... - Forget it, George.|- Roma, so on... - So gifted.|- Gifted, my ass! - The guy gets a string of luck.|- No, no, no. The thing of it is,|money's tight. When times are tight,|it don't do no good to throw around,|"Just go out and sell." Threaten a man all you want,|you can't whip a dead horse. - Nope.|- All this garbage... "Sell 10,000,|you win a Cadillac; you lose, we're gonna fire|your ass"? It's medieval. - Yes.|- It's wrong. - Yes.|- Yes it is, and you know|who's responsible? - Who?|- You know who it is. It's Mitch and Murray,|'cause it don't have to be this way. - No.|- Look at Jerry Graff. He's clean, he's doing|business for himself, he's got that list...|with the nurses? You see? That's thinking.|Why take a 10% sales commission? Why are we giving the rest away?|What are we giving 90% for? For nothing.|For some jerk in the office, telling us, "Get out there and close,|go win a Cadillac." Graff goes out and buys.|He pays top dollar. - You see?|- Yes. For the leads... that's thinking.|Now, he's got the leads, he goes in business for himself.|That's what? That's thinking. Who... who's got|a steady job, a regular job,|a couple of bucks nobody's touched? Nurses. Graff goes and buys|a fucking list of nurses. One grand... he paid two, I'll eat my hat.|4,000 or 5,000 nurses. - He's going wild.|- He is? - Yeah, he's doing very well.|- I heard they were running cold. - The nurses?|- Yeah. You hear a lot of things.|He's doing very well. - With River Oaks?|- River Oaks, Brook Farms. All that shit. Somebody told me...|you know what he's clearing, himself? - 14, 15 grand a week.|- Himself? That's what I'm saying.|Why? He's got the leads. He's got the good leads.|What are we? We're sitting|in the shit here. Why? Because we got to go to them|to get them. There's our leads, there's overhead,|phones, a lot of stuff. What do you need?|A telephone? Some broad to say, "Good morning"?|Nothing. It's the leads. The whole thing is the leads,|you understand me? You can't sell to a void...|you got to get a goddamn person. You get a lead, you get|a person... I'll go sell 'em. Otherwise, what do they want|from my life? Hello, Danny?|Dan, it's Shel Levene. Yeah, we spoke...|last May I called you. I was in town from my estate|in Rio Rancho, and... Arizona. I wish we could have|gotten together at that time. Danny, that piece of property I had|for you has increased in value... Grace, Grace,|what was that figure? $ 76,000. Oh, Danny, I wish you could have|been in on it with me. Look, I'm here overnight...|I have to go home tomorrow, and I thought, after the interest|you showed on the last trip, that... Hold it, Grace. Danny,|I know that you're serious, and because of that, I am going|to shove my appointments around and make sure...|oh, gee, I wish that... All right, Danny.|Yeah, all right. Going out tonight,|Shelly? What is this bullshit|with the sales promotion? It isn't bullshit.|It's the way it is. You're going to fire|the bottom men on the list? That's the way it is|and I don't make the rules. - The rules come from downtown.|- I got a problem here, John. - I'm closing up the office.|- Come have a drink with me. - I've got to get home.|- Do me the courtesy... five minutes? I am trying to get home|for two hours. I got to go home, grab one hour|with my kids, come back here, see if any of you closed|a contract, take the contract... - How about one minute?|- What is it? - I can't close these leads.|- Then move on. Don't jump! Don't jump out|of your manager bag a second. It's just two guys talking,|am I right? We're just talking. You got the new leads.|If you would give me... just hold on. The Glengarry leads are to be|assigned only to closers. Hold on a second.|If you give me the good leads... You blew the last good one|I gave you. No, no... hold on,|will you? I did not blow 'em.|One kicked out. One, I closed. - You didn't close it.|- Would you listen to me? I closed that cocksucker!|His ex! John, his ex! I didn't even know he was married.|The judge invalidated it. Shelly... What was that job, huh?|Bad luck. That's all it was. I pray you never find it...|it runs in streaks. That's what it's doing,|that's all it does... streaks. I pray that it misses you|and that's all I have to say. Shit, I've got to eat.|Williamson... Iook at the sheets.|Look at the sheets. - Roma.|- Under him? - Moss.|- Oh, bullshit, John! April to September it's me...|it's no fucking Moss. Due respect,|he's an order-taker. Talk... talks a good game,|but look on the board, it's me. - Not lately it isn't.|- Not late... Well, lately...|kiss my ass "lately." You call Murray and you call Mitch...|when we were on Peterson, who do you think bought the new car?|Call Mitch. The Seville? He came in here...|"You bought that for me, fella." And out of what? Hey, look at me!|Out of what? Nothing! Cold calling.|You want to talk about a sale? You are really|beginning to burn my ass, kid. I can't get a lead, you...|it was skill, John. It could be working for you...|you want to throw it away. - It isn't me.|- It's not you... I wonder who it is.|Who the fuck am I talking to? - I need the leads to sell.|- After the contest. After the 30th. Bullshit,|"After the contest." If I'm not on that board by the 30th,|they're going to can my ass. I need those leads|and I need 'em now or I'm out. You're going to miss me.|I swear to you, you will miss me. Let me tell you|something, Shelly. I do what I'm hired to do...|you might do the same. - Jesus.|- Now wait a second! I'm hired to watch the leads,|to marshal my sales force. I'm given a policy.|My job is to do that. Marshal your sales force? Anybody falls below|a certain mark, I'm directed. I'm not permitted|to give them the premium leads. How do they rise|above that mark? With dreck? With this toilet paper|you're giving me? You give me|one premium lead... Do you know what|the premium leads cost? Do I know what|the premium leads cost? Yeah,|I know what they cost. I generated the sufficient|dollar revenue to buy them. But I cannot sell shit! Jesus. And I've seen|these before, you know. Christ, I saw these back...|Homestead... They couldn't buy a fucking toaster.|They're broke. They're deadbeats. Just give me some leads that don't|come out of a phone book. You give me something hotter|than that and I can close it. It's just a streak.|I'm gonna turn it around. Hey, I need your help. I can't do it,|Shelly. John... I'll give you 10%. - Of what?|- My end... what I close. You give me the premium leads,|you're in for 10%, what I close. - And what if you don't close?|- I will. - What if you don't close?|- I will close. What if you don't,|you understand? Then I'm fucked. You think you're|the only guy with a family? - You see what I'm saying?|- John... I step out and you don't close,|then it's my job. - Then I'm fucked.|- I will close! Now, 10% John...|I can get hot, you know that. - Not lately you can't.|- That's defeatist... fuck it! Go with me. Get on my side|and let's do something. You want to run this office?|You heard what the man said... "Attack."|Let's do something. - Huh?|- 20%. - All right.|- And 50 bucks a lead. - No?|- Oh! Oh, shit. Listen...|I got to talk to you. Permit me to do this a second.|I'm older than you. A man acquires a reputation|on the street. What he does when he's up,|what he does at other times... I said, "10," you said, "No."|You said, "20," I said, "Fine." Now you want to throw|this 50-buck thing in. John, a good deal... has got to be|one where both parties... Okay, okay, okay, fine...|20%, 50 bucks a lead. It's done. Let's go out.|We make some money. I got bills to pay.|I want two sits tonight and I want the good leads...|the Glengarry leads... two. Two, John, because|I am going to close 'em both. It's a long road|with no turning, pally. Huh? Okay.|Now, let's go. I've got to go back|to the office to get 'em. Go on, let's go.|This is what I was saying, John. All you need, a little boost,|you turn a streak around. Am I right? Good, huh?|Huh, good? What? - What?|- Two leads, 100 bucks. - Now?|- Now, yes. When? - Shit, John.|- I wish I could. You fucking asshole. I don't have it...|I don't... I'll bring it in the office|in the morning. - I'll be coming with the sales.|- Nope. I can't fucking|believe this. All right, here's... Jesus, here's the 30.|I'll bring the rest in tomorrow. We got to do this, huh, pal?|For Christ's sake! No. - My daughter...|- I can't do it, Shelly. I got to tell you something.|It wasn't so long ago, I'd pick up the phone|and call Murray... I got your job. "Murray, the kid is burning my ass."|"Shelly, he's gone." You are gone before|I'm back from lunch. Bought him a trip|to Bermuda once. - I've got to go.|- All right, hey. Give me... I'll take two more|of the old leads. - I gave you two today.|- One is a bust-out, John! - The other ain't home!|- Shelly... I promise you,|I've been on the phone... I know. No more leads today...|two per day. You've got yours. All right. - All right?|- Sure. We will do that...|other thing. I guess I left|my wallet in my room. Deadbeats.|Deadbeats, all of 'em. My mistake.|I shouldn't have took the leads. - You had to.|- Yeah? Why? - To get on the...|- To get on the board, yeah. How am I gonna get on the board|trying to sell a doctor? Two regular,|two chocolate donuts. Give me the same thing to go.|And don't try and sell an Indian. I will never try to sell|an Indian. These names come up...|you ever get 'em..."Patel"? - You ever get 'em?|- I think I had one once. You had one,|you'd know it..."Patel." They keep coming up.|I don't know. They like to talk to salesmen.|They're lonely. They like to feel superior...|never bought a fucking thing. I don't know.|Come down the line... doctors, lawyers, Indians...|times are tight. It's tight. Pressure's just too great.|Man can't work all of 'em. You go in the door... I got to close|this fucker or I don't eat lunch, or I don't win a Cadillac.|We work too hard, George. Remember when we were... when we|were selling Glen Ross Farms? Didn't we sell|a bunch of that? - They came in...|- They fucked it up. - They did.|- They killed the goose. And now... - We're stuck with this...|- Stuck with this fucking shit. - This shit.|- It's too... - It is.|- You get a bad month... they put you on this board.|Some contest board. - It's not right.|- It's not right to the customers. I know, it's... hey. What did I learn|as a kid on Western? Don't sell a guy one car.|Sell him five cars over 15 years. - That's right.|- You're goddamn right, it's right. Guys come in..."Oh, the blah,|blah, blah. I know what I'll do. I'll go out and rob everybody|blind and go to Argentina 'cause nobody ever|thought of this before." So they kill the goose|and the man's worked all his life... - That's right.|- He's got to cower in his boots... Boots, yes... For some fucking "Sell 10,000,|win the steak knives." - What do you do?|- What can you do? What can you do|if you don't have the leads? If you do not|have the goddamn leads! Mr. Spannel?|Sheldon Levene. I was speaking|to your wife earlier? Come in. - "Cats and dogs," huh?|- Yeah. Oh, "cats and dogs." Oh, I see you're|interested in fishing. - Yeah.|- I've fished myself... many years. Muskee, Wisconsin.|Ooh, a beauty. - Where's the missus?|- Out at the PTA. - Ahh.|- What was this in reference...? I spoke to your wife|earlier on the phone. I called, I'm in town|with Rio Rancho. Yes, I'm sorry. She said you had|some sort of award? Yes, I was speaking to the people|in my sales organization... my representatives in this area...|and Mr. Spannel... your name is Larry.|Mind if I call you Larry? All right, Larry.|We had a consultant, and he made me...|he made me an offer. He offered me $230,000|to promote a sales plan... to present investment opportunities|in Rio Rancho to the public. Well, I said, "Hell,|let me save you the 230, and pass the savings|along to the investor." My people immediately said,|"Whoa, how do you do that? How can you present|investment opportunities without television,|without magazine ads?" I said, "You take|something this good, you go to a man...|has invested in the past... you go to him direct and offer|the money to him... rebate. And don't give it|to this expert." So you're here|to sell me some land? No, I wouldn't try|to sell you... I leave that to the salesmen|and people who want to own land. I think something|has to be fed, watered and painted,|but don't invest in it. That motto has stood me|in good stead. - Mister...|- Just call me Shelly. I have never|been afraid of familiarity. I'm walking out the door.|I've got to pick up my wife at the... Let's take my car.|We'll pick her up together. Spoke to the little woman|on the phone... can't wait to meet her. No, we're going|over to our relatives'. - She didn't say anything about that.|- I'm sure she forgot. - I'm on a plane to Florida...|- I'm sorry if we put you out. You didn't put me out.|I'm just trying to think, Larry. You know, that's the only parcel|that I've got. You know what I'm gonna do?|I'm gonna go back to the computer, I'm gonna pull another one, and we're|gonna speak to your relatives, too. - No, no, no.|- C'mon, you're a busy man, so am I. My God, I'm in the act|of giving a gift away. Look, I don't want to buy land.|I don't want to invest in land. I have nothing. She took the call|without my knowledge. I have no business|that I wish to transact. I don't want to tell you|how to handle your wife. My wife filled in a form, and we|have been plagued for the last year... That's the situation|I'm trying to alleviate, Larry. No, no.|Do you understand? Thank you. No. - Roma, man... he don't care.|- He don't care. He's sitting on top of the world.|He's got good leads, good prospects. - Sales, sales.|- Sales contests. - That's what I'm saying.|- Times turn hard, they bounce you out. If they bounce you with no|confidence... That's what I'm saying.|That's what I'm saying to you. If they get you|on a bad beat... and you got to go out there,|get a new job... - With no...|- With no confidence... Yes. I'll tell you what the hard part is...|to stop thinking like a goddamn slave. You say the Nazis|in Europe...|"If they came in my door"... bullshit, the time is now.|What do you do now? Some guy pissing in your face.|Cocksucker... wants to break your rice bowl. Mitch and Murray, fuck you.|What I say... fuck you! Sitting on the good leads. George, we're men here. Yes. And I'll tell you...|I'll tell you what the hard part is. - What?|- Starting up. Standing up.|Breaking free of this bullshit, this enslavement to some guy,|'cause he's got the upper hand. This is the difference...|listen to me, George. Now Jerry Graff went|into business for himself. He said, "I'm going on my own."|And he was free, you understand me? I'll tell you... I'll tell you|what somebody should do. What? Somebody should stand up|and strike back. Somebody should do something|to them. - What?|- Something to pay them back. Someone should hurt them,|Mitch and Murray. - Somebody should hurt them?|- Yeah. - How?|- Someone should do something - To hurt them where they live.|- What? Someone should rob the office.|That's what I'm saying. If we were that kind of guy|to hold up the joint and trash it, it looks like robbery,|we take the leads out of the files and we go to Jerry Graff. And we take the fucking|Glengarry leads! Huh? Yeah, Mr. Nyborg? Ah, Mr. Nyborg,|Sheldon Levene. I was speaking to your wife earlier.|That's right. I'd like to speak to you|about awarding you your prize. We're coming to the end|of our fiscal year, I'd really like to get it|off the books before... yes, the prize|for Consolidated Properties. The information you requested|on Rio Rancho. Now, I'm in town only for...|well, let me see. I suppose I could|swing by tonight. Yes. Uh-huh. When do you think|it might be more convenient? As I said,|I could swing by tonight... well, of course,|you speak to your wife. Grace, I'm gonna need a first-class seat,|passport, 10,000 in cash, put that with the negotiable|papers, if you would. And put me|on the telex hookup... yes? Well, when do you think|Mrs. Nyborg might be back? All train compartments|smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't|mind it. That's the worst thing|that I can confess. You know how long it took me|to get there? A long time. When you die you're gonna regret|the things you don't do. You think you're queer?|I'm gonna tell you something. We're all queer.|You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled|by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it.|Shut it out. You cheat on your wife,|you did it. Live with it. You fuck little girls,|so be it. There's an absolute morality?|Maybe. And then what? If you think there is,|go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell?|I don't think so. You think that,|act that way. A hell exists on earth?|Yes. I won't live in it. That's me. Did you ever take a dump, made you|feel like you slept for 12 hours? - Did I...?|- Yes. - I don't know.|- Or a piss? Great meals fade|in reflection. Everything else gains.|Do you know why? 'Cause it's only food.|This shit we put in us, keeps us going...|it's only food. The great fucks|you may have had, what do you remember|about them? - What do I remember?|- Yeah. I don't know.|For me, I'm saying what it is,|it's probably not the orgasm. Some broad's forearm|on your neck, something her eyes did.|There was this sound she made. Or it's me in the...|I'm telling you... I'm in bed the next day,|she brought me caf au lait, gives me a cigarette,|my balls feel like concrete. Eh? What I'm saying,|what is our life? Our life is looking forward|or it's looking back. That's it.|That's our life. Where's the moment? And what is it|we're so afraid of? Loss. What else? The bank closes, we get sick,|my wife died on a plane? The stock market collapsed?|What of these things happen? None of them.|We worry anyway. Why? What could we get|for them? - For them?|- For the leads. What could we get|for the leads? I don't know. 10 bucks a throw.|15 maybe. I don't know. For the leads, you're saying?|Say somebody took them, - Went to Jerry Graff?|- Yeah. How many leads do we have? The Glengarry?|The premium leads? I've got to think they've got 500.|Say 500 leads. You're saying a fella could take|those leads and sell them to Graff? The leads to Graff.|Yes. I was saying... yeah. A guy could take...|like anything else, it seems to me, that is negotiable,|a guy could sell them. - How do you know he'd buy them?|- Because I worked for him. - You didn't talk to him?|- No. What do you mean? - Did I talk to him about this?|- Yeah. Are you just talking about this,|or are we just talking about it? - Just speaking about it.|- Speaking about it as an idea? - Yes.|- We're not actually talking about it. - No.|- Talking about it as a robbery. As a robbery? No. - Well...|- Hey. So all this...|you didn't actually call Graff? - You didn't talk to him?|- Not actually, no. - You didn't?|- No, not actually. - Did you?|- What did I say? - What did you say?|- I said, "Not actually." Fuck you care, George?|We're just talking. - We are?|- Yes. - Because it's a crime.|- Robbery. That's right. It is a crime. - It's also very safe.|- You're actually talking about this. - That's right.|- You're going to steal the leads. - Have I said that?|- Are you? - Did I say that?|- Did you talk to Graff? - What did I say?|- What did he say? What did he say? He'd buy them. You're gonna steal... you're gonna steal the Glengarry|leads and sell them to Graff? - Yes.|- What's he gonna pay? He figures there's 500 leads,|let's say 10 bucks apiece, - That's $2,500 each.|- Each? - "Each"?|- That's right, George. - You're saying me?|- No, you and me. Yeah. That's exactly|what I'm saying. $2,500 apiece. You and me for one night's work,|and a job with Graff - Working the premium leads.|- A job with Graff? - Is that what I said?|- He'd give me a job? He could take you on.|Yes. Hello? I was dialing the direct line|to my daughter's room. Sheldon Levene.|She's in... well, yeah, I'm sure she's asleep.|But... where's the duty nurse? They canceled her...|well, let me talk... who am I speaking to? I'll have the money there|tomorrow. It's a big decision,|George. At times a guy|has got to make one. It's a big decision|and it's a big reward. $2,500 and a job, it's a big reward|for one night's work. Yes. Sometimes a guy... sometimes, a man|if he wants a reward... That's absolutely right. He'll do one thing,|one thing on one night. That's absolutely right.|The thing is, it's got to be tonight. What? What, what?|The leads ain't going to leave? They bring those leads up,|wave them under your nose, tomorrow they take them downtown,|parcel them out. A guy wants those leads,|he's gonna have to get them tonight. Tonight is the thing.|Talk about a chance. It's when a chance|presents itself. You got to go|in there tonight. - You.|- I'm sorry? - You.|- Me? You have to go in.|You have to get the leads. - I do?|- It's not something for nothing. I took you in on this.|You have to go. It's your thing. I've made a deal with Graff.|I can't go in. I've spoken out on this too much.|I've got a big mouth. "The fucking leads," et cetera,|"the tight-ass company," blah, blah. - They'll know when you go to Graff.|- What will they know? That I stole the leads?|I didn't steal the leads. I'm gonna go to the movies.|Then I'm gonna have a late drink - At the Como Inn with a friend.|- Dave. Yes? You want me to break into the office|tonight and steal the leads? - Yes.|- No. - Oh, yes, George.|- What does that mean? Listen to this. I have an alibi.|I'm going to the Como Inn. Why? Why?|The place gets robbed, they're going to come looking for me.|Why? Because I probably did it. Let me ask you this...|are you going to turn me in? What if you don't get caught? They come to you,|are you going to turn me in? - Why would they come to me?|- They're going to come to everybody. - Why would I do it?|- You wouldn't, George. That's why I'm talking to you now.|They come to you, - Are you going to turn me in?|- No. - Are you sure?|- Yeah, I'm sure. Uh-huh. George...|when they come to me, if I have to go in there,|and if I get caught... - They come to me...|- You don't have to go in. I have to go in, see?|That's something I have to do. - Why?|- Why? Are you going to give me $ 7,500? I lied, all right? Your end is 25,|my end is my own concern. Now, stick with me here.|If they come to me, I'm caught, they're going to ask me|who were accomplices. - Me.|- Absolutely. That's ridiculous. To the law, you're|an accessory before the fact. - I didn't ask to be.|- Tough luck, because you are. - Because you told me about it?|- That's right. Why are you doing this|to me, Dave? Why are you talking this way to me?|I don't understand. - Why are you doing this at all?|- None of your fucking business. Just in or out?|You tell me. You're out,|you take the consequences. - I do?|- That's right. - And why is that?|- Because you listened. Well, when will|Mrs. Nyborg be back? You know, I hate to keep|calling you this late, Bruce, but I feel a responsibility,|I must say. When you have... You know, they say,|"You don't buy it, you rent it." - Huh?|- The thing. You really...|what do you keep? I mean, you don't keep|anything, really. - No.|- Security. Things. Things. - You know?|- Mm-hmm. It's just... you try|to stave off insecurity. You can't do it. - No.|- No. That's what I'm telling you. Stocks, bonds, objects of art,|real estate, what are they? An opportunity.|To what? To make money? Perhaps. To lose money?|Perhaps. To indulge and to learn|about ourselves? Perhaps. So fucking what?|What is it? They're an opportunity. That's all they are.|They're an event. A guy comes to you,|you make a call. You send in a card, I have these properties|I would like for you to see. What does this mean?|What do you want it to mean? You see what I'm saying? Things happen to you. Glad I met you. I'm glad I met you,|James. I want to show you|something. It may mean something to you,|it may not. I don't know.|I don't know anymore. What is that?|Florida. Glengarry Highlands.|Florida. Bullshit.|And maybe that's true. And that's what I said. But look at this. What is this?|This is a piece of land. Listen to what I'm going|to tell you now. - What happened?|- Where do you work? I work, yes.|I work here. - What is it? What happened?|- Robbery. Williamson. Williamson,|did they get the contracts? All right, tell me.|Now. Tell me. - They stole the contracts?|- Excuse me, sir. - Did they get my contract?|- Excuse me, fella. - Did they?|- Would you excuse us? Don't fuck with me, fella.|I'm talking about a Cadillac car - That you owe me.|- They didn't get your contract. - I filed it before I left.|- They didn't get my contracts? They got... excuse me. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!|Williamson! - Williamson, open the fucking door.|- Who are you? - They didn't get the contracts.|- Did they? They got... listen to me.|They got some of them. - Some of them?|- Who told you? Who told me?|Who told me we had a robbery? We got a fucking board|up on the window. Who is this? Yes.|Yes, I confess. I did it. Now, leave me|a second here, please. - Okay, now, talk to me.|- I'm still trying to sort it out. - So far...|- Talk to me. Talk to me. They got some|of the contracts? Lingk. James Lingk,|which I closed last night. - You closed it last night?|- Yes. - I filed it. It went down.|- You filed it? - James Lingk?|- Yes. - It was sent downtown?|- Yes, all right? I filed it last night.|It went to the bank. - It went downtown, all right?|- You filed it? Then I'm over the fucking top,|you owe me a Cadillac. - I don't...|- I don't want to hear any shit. I don't give a shit.|Lingk puts me over the top. You filed it. It went downtown.|Now you owe me the car. - The robbery makes difficult...|- Fuck you! You owe me the car! See, 'cause this is how|we keep score, "bubby." You told me, "Close thus,|and so you get the car." - I got it.|- Would you excuse us, please? You hear what I said?|Do you hear what I said? Hey, pal!|Your excuses are your own! "Recontact James Lingk. When do you expect|her in? This is Ricky Roma|from last night. She'll remember.|Just, just... wait a minute! Just to say... to thank her|for a wonderful time. Thank you.|I'll call back later. Thank you. They should check|if we're insured. Uh-huh. "10:00 p.m., Octavia." Please don't leave.|I'm going to talk to you. - What's your name?|- Are you talking to me? - That's right.|- My name is Richard Roma. l... you know,|they should be insured. - What do you care?|- Then they wouldn't be so upset. - Huh?|- They wouldn't be so upset. - Mitch and Murray.|- Yeah, you're right. That's right.|How are you? I'm fine. You mean the board?|You mean on the board? Yes. Okay.|The board. I'm fucked on the board.|I can't... My mind must be other places,|'cause I can't... What?|You can't do what? - I can't close them.|- Well, they're old. Look, look at this shit|they're giving you. Huh? - Yes, they are old.|- They're ancient. "Clear Meadows."|This shit's dead. - It is dead.|- Waste of time. - Yes. I'm no fucking good.|- Hey, fuck that shit, George. You had a bad month.|You're a good man. - I am?|- Yeah, you had a bad streak. Look at this. 15 units, Mountain View,|the fucking things get stolen. - He said he filed...|- He filed the big one. He filed the guy from the bar|that I closed last night. All the little ones,|I got to go back. Can you believe this?|I got to go back and close again. I mean, talk about|a fucking beat that would sap anyone's... wait,|wait, wait. Where are the phones? - They stole...|- They stole...? - What kind of an outfit is it...|- They stole the phones. ...when criminals come and they take...|they steal the phones? They stole the leads.|They stole the phones, they stole... aw, Christ. What am I going|to do this month? Shit. You think they're going to catch...|where are you going? Down the street. - Where are you going?|- To the... what do you fucking care? - Aren't you going out today?|- With what, John? With what? Well, answer me.|They stole the Glengarry leads. - They stole Rio Rancho.|- I have stuff from last year's file. Oh, oh, oh.|Your "nostalgia" file. Oh, great. That's great,|'cause I don't... - Do you want to go out today?|- I don't have to eat this month. Great.|Give them to me. Bring them.|Come on. Fucking Mitch and Murray|are going to shit a... What am I going|to do all month? See, the thing|of it is, is were the leads insured?|You think? - What?|- Were the leads insured? I don't know, why? 'Cause if they weren't,|I know Mitch and Murray... - What?|- They'll be upset. That's right. You're right. He said we're all going|to have to talk to the guy. - To...|- The cop. Great. We have to talk|to the cop. - Another waste of time.|- A waste of time? Why? Why? 'Cause they're not going|to find the guy. - The cops?|- Yes, the cops. No. The cops aren't going|to find the guy? - Nope.|- Why do you think so? Why? Because they are stupid.|Where were you last night? - Where were you?|- Where was I? - Yeah.|- I was at home. - Where were you?|- At home. See? Were you the guy|who broke in? - Was I?|- Yes. - No.|- Then don't sweat it. You know why? - No.|- You have nothing to hide. - When I talk to police, I get nervous.|- Yes, you know who doesn't? - No. Who?|- Thieves. I don't know|what I'm going to tell them. The truth.|Always tell them the truth. It's the easiest thing|to remember. Whoa, whoa!|"Patel"? "Ravidam Patel"? How am I going to make a living|on these deadbeats? - Where did you get this from, a morgue?|- Look, I'm... Come on. What's the point?|What's the fucking point? I got to argue with you,|I got to knock heads with the cops, I'm busting my balls|to sell your dirt to deadbeats...|money in the mattress. I come back, you can't even|keep the contracts safe. I got to go out...|fuck this shit. I'm going to go out|and re-close last week's stuff. No, the word from Murray|is leave them alone. If he needs a new sig,|he'll go out himself. - Murray's gonna go out?|- He'll be "president of the company just in from out of town,"|all right? Okay, okay, okay.|Give me this shit. - I'm giving you three leads.|- Three? I count two. - There's three leads there.|- Patel? Fuck you. Fucking Shiva handed|this guy a million dollars, told him, "Sign the deal,"|he wouldn't sign. And the god Vishnu, too,|into the bargain. Fuck you. You know your business, I know mine.|Your business is being an asshole. If I find out whose fucking cousin|you are, I'm gonna go to him and figure out a way|to have your ass... fuck you! I'm waiting|for the new leads. Get the chalk!|Hey! Get the chalk! Get the...|I did it... I closed 'em. I closed the cocksucker.|Get the chalk. Put me on the board, John.|Put me on the Cadillac board! Williamson,|pick up the fucking chalk. - Rick... eight units, Mountain View.|- You sold eight Mountain View? You bet your ass!|Who wants to go to lunch? Who wants to go to lunch...|I'm buying. Williamson... $82,000,|12 grand in my commission. On deadbeat|magazine subscription leads. - Who?|- Bruce and Harriett Nyborg. Read it.|What the hell happened here? Fuck! I had them|on River Glen. - What happened?|- Somebody broke in. - Eight units!|- Yeah. - Shelly!|- Big deal... I broke a bad streak. Shelly "The Machine" Levene.|That's great. Thank you, George.|Hey... - Grab the phone, call Mitch.|- They took the phones. - Huh?|- Aaronow? They took the leads,|the cash, the contracts. - We had a robbery.|- When? - Last night, this morning.|- They took the leads? Fucking asshole. What? They beat you|with a rubber bat? Cop couldn't find his dick|with two hands and a map. Anybody who talks to this asshole|is a fucking asshole. - You gonna turn state's?|- Fuck you, Ricky. I ain't going out today.|I'm going home. I'm going home because nothing's|accomplished here. - Anybody talks to this guy...|- Guess what "The Machine" did. - Fuck "The Machine."|- Mountain View, eight units. Cop's got no right to talk to me|that way. I did not rob the place. - Did you hear what I said?|- Yeah, he closed the deal. Eight units,|Mountain View. - You did that?|- Yeah. - Fuck you.|- Guess who? - When?|- Just now. - Guess who?|- You just... this morning? Harriett|and blah blah Nyborg. - You did that?|- Yeah... $82,000. - Those fucking deadbeats.|- My ass. I told 'em... listen to this. - I don't want to hear your war stories.|- Fuck you, Dave. I said, "You have to believe|in yourself." Give me a lead.|I'm going out. I'm getting out. - Fuck the leads. I'm going home.|- "Fuck me, Bruce. - You have to believe in yourself."|- We haven't got a lead. - Why not?|- They took 'em. They're fucking garbage, any case.|The whole goddamn... "You look around, you say,|'This one has so-and-so. I got nothing. But why? Why don't I get|the opportunities?"' - Did they steal the contracts?|- What the fuck do you care? What the fuck|is that supposed to mean? Will you shut up?|I'm telling him something. Could we get|some coffee? - How are you doing?|- Fine. Uh-huh. Anybody's going out,|I could use some coffee. - "You do get the opportunity."|- Fuck is that supposed to mean? "You do get the opportunities.|You get 'em as I get 'em, - As everybody gets 'em."|- I don't care they stole the contracts? I got 'em in the kitchen,|eating their crumb cake... - What does that mean?|- It means, Dave, You haven't closed|a good one in a month. None of my business,|you want to push me to answer you. So you haven't got a contract|to get stolen and so forth. You got a mean streak in you.|Shut the fuck up! Ricky, you got a mean streak in you,|and what are you babbling about? You bring that shit up...|on my volume? If you were on a bad one and I|brought it up to you, you'd harbor it. You'd harbor it a long while|and you'd be right. - Who said "Fuck 'The Machine"'?|- Fuck "The Machine"? Fuck "The Machine"?|Fuck "The Machine"! What is this, courtesy class?|You're fucked, Rick. Are you fucking nuts?|You're hot, so you think - You're the ruler of this place.|- Wait a minute, Dave. - Shut up!|- Okay... You want to decide who|should be dealt with how, is that it? I come into the office today,|I get humiliated by some jag-off cop. I get accused of... I get shit thrown in my face because|you're top name on the board? Is that what I did, Dave...|I humiliated you? - Oh, my God, I'm sorry.|- Sitting on top of the world. Sitting on top of the world...|everything's fucking peach fuzz. I don't get a moment to spare|for some bust-out humanitarian - Down on his luck lately?|- Fuck you! Fuck you, Dave...|you know you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place|stinks with your farts for a week... how much you just ingested.|Oh, what a big man you are! "Let me buy you a pack of gum...|I'll show you how to chew it." Your pal closes, and all that comes|out of your mouth is bile. How fucked-up you are! Who's my pal, Ricky? Hmm?|And what are you? What are you, huh,|Bishop Sheen? What the fuck are you,|"Mr. Slick"? What the fuck are you,|"Friend to the working man"? Big deal!|Fuck you! You got the memory|of a fucking fly! I never liked you,|anyway. What is this,|your farewell speech? - I'm going home.|- Your farewell to the troops? I'm not going home.|I'm going to Wisconsin. - Have a good trip.|- Aw, fuck you! Fuck the lot of you!|Fuck you all! You were saying? Huh? Come on. Come on... you got 'em|in the kitchen, you're in|your shirtsleeves, you got|the stats spread out, you can smell it.|Come on, snap out of it. - You're eating her crumb cake.|- Oh yeah, I'm eating her crumb cake. - How was it?|- From the store. - Fuck her.|- "Bruce, Harriett... we have to admit to ourselves|that we see that opportunity and take it... and that's it."|Now, we just sit there. - I got my pen out.|- "Always Be Closing." God, that's what|I've been saying... the old ways. Convert that motherfucker,|sell him, make him sign the check. They got their money|in government bonds... I said, "Fuck it... let's go|all the way, the whole route." I take it and plat it out... eight units,|82 grand, and I say to them, "This is now. This is that thing|that you have been dreaming of. You are going to find|the suitcase on the train. The man walks in the room,|that bag is filled with money. Harriett, this is it, and Bruce...|I don't want to fuck around with you. No, I don't. I don't want|to pussyfoot around. You think you got to look back|on this thing? I do, too. Now, I'm here to do good|for you and me... the both of us. What is the point|of some interim position? The only arrangement|I will accept is full investment. And I mean it, that's it...|all eight units. Period." Now I got the pen|in my hand, Rick... hey. I turned that contract around...|that's eight units, 82 grand... and I said,|"I want you to sign." I sat there five minutes. Then I sat 22 minutes|by that kitchen clock on the wall. Ricky... not a word,|not a motion. And what am I thinking?|"Is my arm getting tired?" No. I did it.|Just like the old days, like I used to,|like I was taught. - I did it.|- Like you taught me. Nobody ever...|well, if I did, I'm glad. No, what I did...|I locked on 'em. I locked all on them...|nothing on me... on them. And, oh God, I am holding|my last thought, "Now is the time." They signed.|It was great. It was so fucking great. It was like|they wilted all at once. - Mmm.|- No gesture, nothing... just together. Honest to God, they both|imperceptibly slumped. And then he reached|and he took the pen and he signed, passed it to her|and she signed. It was solemn...|fucking solemn. I let it sit, and then I nodded.|I said, "Harriett, Bruce," then I pointed into the living room|to the sideboard. I didn't know there was|a sideboard in there. He went over,|he brought us back a drink... little shot glasses|with a pretty design in 'em. And we just toasted|in silence. Great sale, Shelly. Great. Fuck! Send me out!|Give me leads! - Williamson! Send me out!|- Whoa! - The leads are coming.|- Get 'em to me. I talked to Mitch and Murray|an hour ago. They're coming in. - They're a bit upset over this.|- Did you tell 'em my sale? How could I tell 'em your sale?|I didn't have a tele... I'll tell 'em your sale|when they bring in the leads. We had a little... you closed the deal,|you made a good sale. Fine. - Better than a good sale.|- I have a lot of things on my mind. They're coming and they're very upset.|I'm trying to make... All I'm telling you is, you can tell|them it was a remarkably good sale. The only thing remarkable|about it is who you made it to. - What the fuck does that mean?|- If the sale sticks it'll be a miracle. "If the sale sticks"?|Why shouldn't the sale stick? Oh, fuck you!|You do not know your job. Do you know that?|A man is his job! You are fucked at yours.|You hear what I'm saying to you? Your "End of the Month"|fucking boar... you do not know how|to run this office. You haven't got the sense.|You haven't got the balls. Have you ever been on a sit?|Has this cocksucker been on a sit? - Did you ever sit...|- If I were you, I would calm down. Would you?|What are you gonna do, fire me? Oh, oh, Rick, ooh. - It's not impossible.|- Really? On an $80,000 day? - It's not even noon yet.|- You closed 'em today? I got up early this morning,|tracked 'em down, and closed it. What I'm saying to you|is that things change. That's where you fuck up.|You don't know. You can't look back. You don't see who's coming.|Maybe it's someone new, huh? Maybe it's someone else,|but you don't know... you can't look back, because|you don't know your history! When we were on Rio Rancho,|who was the top man, huh? For what,|two months, three months? How about eight months,|for three years in a row! Luck... was that it, John?|Or purloined fucking leads? - It was talent!|- Yes. Door to door.|It's called "cold calling," John. Shit, I don't even know their name.|They don't want to buy what I've got. Soft sell... we were doing it|before we had a name for it. - Am I right?|- You're right, you're right. You wouldn't know, you cock...|he doesn't even know what a streak is. What the hell are you? You're a fucking secretary.|Fuck you! That's my message to you...|fuck you, and kiss my ass. If you don't like that, I go across|the street and speak to Jerry Graff. Period. Fuck you. Listen to me... you put me|on that fucking board, and I want three|promising leads for today, I don't want any bullshit,|and I want 'em close together, because I am|going to close them all. And that's all I have|to say to you. He's right, Williamson. I'm sorry, but it's wrong,|and you know whose fault it is? Mitch and Murray. To hell with him.|Let's get some lunch, huh, Rick? The leads won't be|up here till later anyway. You're a client. I just sold you|five waterfront Glengarry Farms. I do this with my hair,|throw me the cue "Kenilworth." - Which is it?|- Kenilworth. I own the property.|My mother owns the property. I put her into it. You look on the plats|when you go home. You'll see... A-3 through 10,|26 through 30. - Take your time. If you still feel...|- I won't need more time, Rick. - I've bought a lot of property.|- I've got to talk to you. Jim, what are you|doing here? Jim Lingk,|D. Ray Morton. - I'm glad to meet you.|- I put Jim into Black Creek. - Are you acquainted with...|- Black Creek? No. - Ooh, in Florida!|- Yes. - I meant to speak to you about that.|- We'll do that this weekend. My wife suggested|I look into it. Beautiful rolling land...|I was telling Jim and Jinny. Ray, I got to tell you something.|You eat in a lot of restaurants? I know you do.|Ray is with American Express. - Can I tell Jim what you do?|- Sure. Ray is the director of all|European sales and services... what I'm saying is, you haven't had|a meal until you've tasted... I was at the Lingks'... what was that service feature|you were talking about? - Which...|- "Home cooking." - You had a tag phrase you used?|- "Cooking"... "Home cook..."|the monthly interview. - The magazine!|- Yes. Is that something|I can talk about? It won't be out until|the February issue, but go ahead. - Are you sure?|- Go ahead. Ray was eating at one of his|company men's homes in France. - The man is French?|- No, but his wife is. His wife. Ray, what time|do you have? - 12:15.|- I got to get you on the plane. - Didn't I say the 2:00?|- No, the 1:00. Remember the 1:00... that's why|we couldn't talk till Kenilworth. You're right, the 1:00...|let's scoot. - A pleasure.|- I got to talk to you. I got to run Ray to the airport.|Let's hustle... John! Get on the phone to Pittsburgh,|American Express there, for Mr. Morton. Tell them he's on the 1:00.|I'll see you. Christ, I'm sorry|you came all the way in. I'm running Ray to the airport.|You wait here and... no, I can't. I'm meeting your man|at the bank. I wish you'd have phoned!|Are you and Jinny going to be home? - I don't know.|- Rick? - What?|- Kenilworth? - I'm sorry?|- Kenilworth. Oh, God. Excuse me, Ray...|just a minute. Jim, I told you who he is... the senior|vice-president of American Express. His family owns 32 per... over the past years, I have sold him...|I can't tell you the dollar amount... but quite a lot of land. I promised him five weeks ago that I|would go to the wife's birthday party in Kenilworth tonight.|I have to go, you understand? They treat me like a member|of the family. I have to go. It's funny... you get a picture|of the corporation-type company man, all business...|this guy, I'll tell you. We'll go to his house|someday. Let me see. Tomorrow.|I'm in L.A.? Ah, Monday. I'll take you to lunch.|Where would you like to eat? - My wife...|- Rick? I can't talk now, Jim...|I'll call you tonight. Coming, Ray. My wife said I have|to cancel the deal. That's a common reaction, Jim,|and let me tell you what it is. That's why you married her.|One of the reasons is prudence. No, it's a sizable investment.|One thinks twice. It's also something women have.|Reaction to the size of the investment. Monday, you invite me|to dinner again... - This woman can cook.|- I'm sure she can. We are going to talk.|I want to tell you something. Something about your acreage|I want you to know. I can't talk about it here,|I really shouldn't, and by law... the man next to you...|bought his lot at 42... phoned to say|he already had an offer. - Rick.|- I'm coming. Ray, what a day.|I'll call you this evening. I'm sorry you had to come|all the way in. Monday lunch. - We have to go.|- Monday! She called the consumer...|the attorney general? - They said we have three days.|- Who'd she call? The attorney ge...|it was some consumer office. Why'd she do that, Jim? I don't know. But they said|we have three days. They said|we got three days, yeah. Three days? - To... you know.|- No, I don't know. - Tell me.|- To change our minds. Of course you have...|three days. So we can't talk Monday. Monday...|you saw my book. Jim, Jim... I can't. You saw my book.|I can't. We have to before Monday|to get our money back. Three business days,|they mean. - Three business days.|- Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. - I don't understand.|- That's what they are, three business... if we wait till Monday,|my time limit runs out. - You don't count Saturday.|- I'm not. I'm saying you don't include|Saturday in the three days. - It's not a business day.|- I am not counting it. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday...|so it would have elapsed. What would have elapsed? If we wait till Monday|it would have elapsed! - When did you write the check?|- Yesterday. - What was yesterday?|- Tuesday. - And when was that check cashed?|- I don't know. What was the earliest|it could have been cashed? - I don't know.|- Today. Today. Which, in any case,|it was not... there was something on the agreement|I wanted to go over with you. It wasn't cashed? I just phoned downtown...|it's on their desk. - Rick.|- One moment. One point, in fact, of which|I spoke to you of which, I can't talk to you|about it here. - Levene!|- Listen to me. The statute is for your protection.|I have no complaint with that. In fact, I was a member|of the board when we drafted it. So quite the opposite.|It says, "You can change your mind|three 'working days' from the time|the deal was closed." - Levene!|- Wait a second! Which is not until|the check is cashed! I'm through with this "meshugaas."|Nobody should talk to a man that way. - How are you talking to me that way?|- Levene! - How can you talk to me that way?|- I'm gonna flag a cab. - I didn't rob...|- Shelly, get in the office. "Where were you last?"|Is anybody listening to me? - Where's Moss?|- Is this Levene? Perhaps I could assist you.|Excuse us, will you? I work here! I didn't come in here|to be mistreated! - Go to lunch, will you?|- That's why I came in to work today. The leads come in,|I'll let you know. - That's why I came in!|- Just go to lunch. - I don't wanna go to lunch!|- Go to lunch, George. Where does he get off|talking that way to a working man? Take it outside. We have people|trying to do business. That's what I came in here for.|That's what I'm trying to do! - I meet Gestapo tactics.|- Excuse me. I meet Gestapo tactics! I meet Gestapo tactics.|That's not right. No man has the right...|no man has the right... "Call an attorney"...|that means you're under... he says, "Cooperate|or we'll take you downtown." That's not...|as long as I've... Will you get out of here? Will you get out of here?|Will you? I'm trying to run an office here.|Now, will you go to lunch? Go to lunch.|Will you go to lunch? - Excuse me.|- Where did Moss...? - Excuse me, please?|- Did he go to the restaurant? Will you|excuse me, please? I'm sorry, l... I apologize to you. It's... It's not me,|it's my wife. What is it? - I told you.|- Tell me again. - What's going on here?|- Tell me again... your wife? - I told you.|- Tell me again. She wants her money back. We're gonna speak to her. No, she told me,|"Right now." - We're gonna speak to her, Jim.|- She won't listen. - She...|- Roma! She said if don't get my money back,|to call the state's attorney. No. No.|This is something she said. - We don't have to do that.|- She told me I have to. - No, Jim.|- I do. Listen, I do...|if I don't get my money back... Roma,|I'm talking to you. Listen... will someone|get this guy off my back, please? - You have a problem?|- Yes, I have a problem! Yes, I do, my friend.|It is not me that ripped the joint off.|I'm doing business. I will be with you|in a while, got it? Where are you going?|Where are you going? This is me! Jim, this is|Ricky, Jim. Jim, anything you want,|you want it, you got it. Understand?|This is me. Something upset you. Yes.|Sit down now. Sit down.|You tell me what it is, am I gonna|help you fix it? You're goddamned|right I am. Sit down. I'll tell you something, sometimes we need|someone from outside. Sit. Talk to me,|come on. I can't negotiate. What does that mean? What? What?|Say the words. I don't have the power. Okay, I said it. - What power?|- To negotiate. To negotiate what? To negotiate what? This. - What this?|- The deal. The deal? Forget the deal, Jim. You got something on your mind,|what is it? What? I can't talk to you. You met my wife. - What?|- Aw... I met your wife,|what? What, Jim? Come on, let's go.|Let's go, let's go. Get a drink,|come on. No, no, she told me|not to talk to you. Come on, we're gonna|go around the corner. We'll have a drink.|Who's gonna know? She told me to get|the check back, otherwise... Forget the deal, Jimmy.|Forget the deal. The deal is dead.|You know me, the deal's dead. Am I talking|about the deal? That's over. Please...|let's talk about you. I'm gonna tell you|something. Your life is your own. You have a contract|with your wife, you have certain things|you do jointly, you have a bond there.|And there are other things, and those things are yours.|You needn't feel ashamed. You needn't feel|that you're being untrue or that she would|abandon you if she knew. This is your life. Yes? Now, I want to talk to you|because you're obviously upset, and that concerns me. Let's go,|come on, right now. Let's go, come on. Roma. - What?|- The check, it's... What did I tell you? No, what did I tell you|about the three days? Roma, would you?|I'd like to get some lunch. I am talking with Mr. Lingk,|if you please. I will be with you in a while.|Just check with Mr. Williamson. - People downtown said...|- Call them again. Mr. Williamson! Yes? Mr. Lingk and I|are going to go to the... Oh, yes, please.|The police can be... - What are the police doing here?|- It's nothing. - What are the police doing here?|- We had a slight burglary last night. It's nothing,|I was just assuring Mr. Lingk. Mr. Lingk? James Lingk?|Your contract went out. - Nothing to worry about.|- John, John... - Your contract went out to the bank.|- You cashed my check? - Mr. Williamson...|- The check was cashed. The contract was filed|and deposited in the bank, and we're completely insured|in any case, as you know. - You cashed the check?|- Not to my knowledge, no. - Though I'm sure we can...|- Not to my knowledge. Christ! L...|Oh, Christ. Don't follow me,|just don't follow me, okay? I've let you down.|I know I've let you down. I'm sorry, forgive me. L-l... I don't...|I don't know anymore. I... forgive me. You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson,|I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me|$6,000. $6,000, and one Cadillac.|That's right. What are you gonna|do about it? What are you|gonna do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you|learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt,|you idiot? Who ever told you|that you could work with men? Could I...? Oh, I'm gonna have|your job, shithead. I'm going downtown.|I'm gonna talk to Mitch and Murray. I'm going to Lemkin!|I don't care whose nephew you are, who you know,|whose dick you're sucking on, you're going out.|I swear to you... Hey, fella,|let's get this done. Anyone in this office|lives on his wits... I'm gonna be with you|in a second. What you're hired for|is to help us. Does that seem|clear to you? To help us!|Not to fuck us up! To help men who are|going out there to try to earn a living,|you fairy. You company man. I'll tell you something else,|I hope you ripped the joint off. I can tell our friend here something,|might help him to catch you. You wanna learn|the first rule you'd know if you ever|spent a day in your life? You never open your mouth|till you know what the shot is. You fucking child. You are a shithead,|Williamson. Can't think on your feet,|you ought to keep your mouth closed. Can you hear me?|I'm talking to you. Yes, I hear you. Ricky's right. Can't learn in an office,|gotta learn it in the street. And you sure can't buy it,|you gotta live it. - Mmmm.|- "Mmmm," yeah! Precisely.|Because your partner depends... I'm talking to you,|trying to tell you something! - You are?|- Yeah, I am. - What are you trying to tell me?|- What Roma was trying to tell you. What I told you a long time ago.|You don't belong in this business. You might listen to me.|One day you could say, "Hey, maybe the guy..."|oh, fuck it. Listen to me now.|Your partner depends on you. The man who is your partner,|depends on you. You go with him|and for him or you're shit! You are shit...|you can't exist alone. - Excuse me.|- "Excuse you," nothing! You be as cold as you want.|You just fucked a good man out of $6,000|and his goddamned bonus because you didn't|know the shot. You can do that and you're not|man enough to say it gets you? I don't know what...|if you can't take something from that, then you're... scum!|You're fucking white bread. A child would know it,|he's right. If you're gonna make something up,|be sure that it helps. Hmm?|Or keep your mouth shut. I'm done with you. How do you know|I made it up? What? How do you know|I made it up? What are you|talking about, huh? You said, "Don't make something up|unless it's sure to help." - How did you know I made it up?|- What are you talking about? I told the customer his contract|had gone to the bank. Yeah. Well, hadn't it? No, it hadn't. Don't fuck with me. Don't fuck with me!|What are you getting at? I'm saying this, Shelly... usually I take|the contracts to the bank, last night I didn't. Last night I stayed home|with my kids. How did you know that? One night in a year,|I left a contract on my desk. No one knew that but you. Now, how did you know that? You want to talk to me or you|want to talk to someone else? Because this is my job! This is my job on the line|and you are gonna talk to me! Now how did you know|that contract was on my desk? You are so full of shit! - You robbed the office.|- Oh, sure, I robbed the office. Oh sure! You asshole. What did you do|with the leads? You wanna go in there?|I tell him what I know, he's gonna dig up something.|You got an alibi last night? You better have one!|What did you do with the leads? If you tell me what you did|with the leads, we can talk. I don't know what the hell|you're talking about. If you tell me where the leads are,|I won't turn you in. If you don't, I'm gonna tell|the cop you stole them. Mitch and Murray will see that you|go to jail, believe me, they will! Now, where are the leads? I'm walking in that door.|You got five seconds - Or you are going to jail!|- Go ahead. I don't care,|you understand? Where are the leads? All right. I sold them. To Jerry Graff. How much did you|get for them? How much did|you get for them? Five.|Five grand. - I got half.|- Who got the other half? Do I have to tell you? Moss. Well, that was easy,|wasn't it? - His idea.|- Was it? I think he got|more than five, actually. - Uh-huh.|- He told me my cut was 2500. Mmm. Wait a minute.|Okay... hey, hey, John! Wait... okay, John!|Hey, Johnny. Listen.|Come here, come here. Eh, John? Last night... I gotta tell you,|I'm ready to "do the Dutch." I'm done. Moss gets me,|"Do this, we'll get well." Why not? Big fucking deal.|I'm halfway hoping to get caught. Hey... put me out of my misery.|It taught me something, John. What it taught me...|you gotta get out there! I'm not cut out to be a thief,|I'm cut out to be a salesman. And I am back.|I got my balls back. Now... you got a slight|advantage on me. But whatever it takes, John, to make things right,|we're gonna make it right. We are going|to make it right. I want to tell you|something, Shelly. - Eh?|- You have a big mouth. What? You've got a big mouth! And now I'm gonna show you|an even bigger one. Where are you going? You can't do that!|You don't want to do that. Wait, wait, wait,|wait, wait. It's $2,500. Go ahead|and take it, take it all. No, I don't think so.|I don't think I want your money. I think you fucked up my office,|and I think you're going away. Are you nuts?|I'm gonna close for you! Take... I'm gonna make this office and be|number one on that board again. Wait, John. John... okay. This is what|we're gonna do... 20%. I'm gonna give you 20%|of all my sales. - 50% of all my sales.|- What sales? What sales? My God,|I just closed 82 grand. Are you out of your fucking mind?|I'm back! This is just the beginning! Just the beginning?|Where have you been, Shelly? Bruce and Harriett Nyborg...|do you want to see the memos? They're nuts.|They used to call in every week... when I was with Webb...|we were selling Arizona. They're nuts. Did you see how they were living?|How can you delude yourself? - I've got their check.|- Forget it. Frame it. - It's worthless.|- The check is no good? You want to stick around?|I'll pull the memo. I'm busy. The check is no good?|They're nuts? You want to call the bank?|I called them. I called them four months ago|when we first got the lead. The people are insane. They just like talking|to salesmen. - Don't!|- I'm sorry. - Why?|- Because I don't like you. My daughter. Fuck you. Asshole. Guy couldn't find his fucking couch|in the living room. What a day. Whoo... I haven't even had|a cup of coffee. Jag-off John opens his mouth,|blows my Cadillac. I swear,|it's not a world of men. It is not|a world of men, "Machine." - Huh?|- It's a world of clock-watchers... bureaucrats... officeholders, what it is. It's a fucked-up world. No adventure to it. Dying breed.|Yes, it is. We're the members of a dying breed.|That's... that's... that's why we got|to stick together. Shel? - Huh?|- I want to talk to you. I've wanted to talk to you|for some time... for a long time, actually.|I said, "The Machine"... there's a man|I would work with. There's..." you know,|I never said a word. I don't know why I didn't.|I should've, I don't know why. And that shit you were slinging|on my guy today... that was so good.|That... it... excuse me for saying this,|it's not even my place to say it. That was admirable. It was the old stuff. Hey, I've been|on a hot streak. So what?|Things I can learn from you. - You eat today?|- Me? Yeah. Want to swing around the Chinks'...|watch me eat, we'll talk? I think|I'll stay around awhile. Hello, Mrs. Schwartz? This is Richard Roma|with Premiere Properties. You or your accountant requested|information on a land investment which would offer you|depreciation and the chance of a substantial return|on a small investment. I'm in from Florida|just for one day... - Mr. Levene?|...so I only have that one lot left. Would you come in here,|please? I don't have too much time|and I'm on the midnight plane back, so if you or your husband|are truly interested... because I can't hold|this parcel past... Yes? Well, what would be better|for you... say, 6:00 or 8:00? Go ask him. Shel... we're gonna talk?|I'm going to the Chinks'. When you're done, come down.|We're gonna smoke a cigarette. - I...|- Get in the room. Hey. Hey, easy, pal.|That's "The Machine." This is Shelly|"The Machine" Levene. - Get in the goddamn room.|- Rick, I... - I'll meet you at the restaurant.|- Ricky... - Ricky can't help you.|- All I want is... What do you want?|You want to what? - Rick? Rick?|- Hello? Excellent. Not at all...|thank you very much. They find the guy|that broke in the office? No. I don't know. Did the leads|come in yet? No. Oh God,|I hate this job. Anybody wants me,|I'm at the restaurant. Hello, Mrs. Delgari? Yes... you requested some information|about Rio Rancho Properties? # Blue skies smiling at me # # Nothing but blue skies|do I see # # In the morning|there's bluebirds # # Singing a song # # Nothing but bluebirds # # From now on # # I never saw the sun|shining so bright # # Never saw things|going so right # # Noticing the days|hurrying by # # When you're in love,|my, how they fly # # Blue days,|all of them gone # # Nothing but blue skies|from now on... # # Blue skies|smiling at me # # Nothing but blue skies|do I see # # In the morning|there's bluebirds # # Singing a song # # Nothing but, nothing but|bluebirds from now on # # Let me tell you|I never saw the sun # # Shining so bright # # Never saw things|going so right # # Noticing the days|hurrying by # # When you're in love,|my, how they fly # # Blue skies|smiling at me # # Nothing but blue skies|do I see # # In the morning|there's bluebirds # # Singing a song # # Nothing but, nothing but|bluebirds from now on # # Let me tell you|I never saw the sun # # Shining so bright # # Never saw things|going so right # # Noticing the days|hurrying by # # When you're in love,|my how they fly # # Blue days # # All of them,|all of them gone # # Nothing but blue skies|from now on # # Nothing but blue skies|from now on # # Nothing but blue skies|from now on # # Now on # # Nothing but blue skies. # |
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