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- A hundred.

A hundred f***ing million?

What are you two doin'? You wanna

join the unemployed? Back to work.

Sal, you knew.

They raised my limit to 100.

A week ago.

They raised it a week ago.

- What, you want me to sit on it?

- First, don't raise your voice.

You cannot put me, you

or this firm in jeopardy

by putting $100 million on one idea!

Right or wrong?

- C'mon!

- Yeah.

Listen. I think we're in for

a low number, alright? 140, 135.

Who gives a sh*t what you think?

You're being a cowboy.

You come in, you don't even shave.

Stop playing with this and listen.

You come here

drinking your Red Bullshit,

you stink of booze, out all night

partying, that's OK.

But when you become a cowboy,

I draw the line.

I am still your boss and I am telling

you, sell half those contracts.

Is that clear?

Do I make myself clear, Frank?

- Do I make myself clear to you?

- Yeah.

Yes? Good. Have a good day.

And by the way, we're still on for

Friday. Courtside. Don't be late.

It's mayhem at the Ex change,

awaiting the unemployment number.

Salomon Brothers,

along with most others,

feel the number will be high,

around 250, 000...

Sallie's looking for a high number.

- F*** Salomon Brothers.

- F*** Salomon Brothers?

Yeah. They're hedging their bets,

want everybody on their side.

What's the big deal with

the employment number, anyway?

Look, more jobs, fewer people hunting

work, harder to find good people.

You gotta raise wages to get them.

Means inflation goes up. Got it?

- Yeah.

- I didn't think so.

That's why I do this and you

hand out junk mail. Get off my desk.

- A striped shirt and a striped tie?

- Yeah, it's for the ladies...

Do the ladies ever say you look

like a f***ing optical illusion?

- Go away. Disappear. Come on.

- I'm out of here.

Better hop to, sonny boy.

You're not picking up

the phone to sell those contracts.

Didn't your daddy just

cut off your allowance?

I'm a little surprised. You're not

going to disobey a direct order?

Marcuse, do I come into your bedroom,

tell you how to blow your boyfriend?

No. Go away.

- Hey, Schultz!

- Yo?

- What you got on unemployment?

- 250, 270, somewhere in there.

Big number!

Frank. We alright?

We're good.

So who really knows...?

The number's coming out...

Get me out, now!

We're goin' for a ride now!

Where've you been?

I got up at seven this morning.

- You were already gone.

- Yeah, I just...

I needed to walk around, you know?

- How long you been on the stoop?

- All day.

I've been waiting for you.

- It's a beautiful day.

- Yeah, I guess it is.

Mr Doyle.

I missed you this morning.

Montgomery, I want you to talk to me.

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