Billionaire Boys Club

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DEAN (V.O.):
Here's the dirty

little secret about being rich.

It's not about the money.

It's about the way people see you.

The way you see yourself.

F*** money.

For kids like Joe Hunt and me,

being rich is about respect.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

My name is Dean Karney.

I grew up with parents

who were middle class...

the opposite of rich.

But they wanted the best for me...

scraped together tuition

fees to send me...

to the most elite prep

school in Los Angeles.

The Harvard School for Boys...

where I first met Joe...

the scholarship kid with no friends.

The only thing we had in common

is that neither of us belonged.

I learned early on that

the key was to fake it...

until you make it.

I'd use my charm,

wit, and backhand...

to hang out with the

sons of movie stars...

CEO's, actual royalty.

I played the part perfectly.

By the time I was 25...

I signed a deal worth a

quarter of a billion dollars.

I had it all, the house,

the money, the girl.

And I had the best

partner, Joe Hunt.

In Beverly Hills, the

dream isn't a better life.

It's the best life.

So, let me go back.

It all started six years after

high school and let's just...

say that I wasn't exactly

living up to my full potential.

Are you ready to buy a car,

you handsome son of a b*tch?

What do you got?

Well, I got a Bentley.

Boring.

What? You don't like a Bentley?

I got a 1979 IROC driven by

Stallone for three months.

I got a Corvette.

Let me see the 'Vette.

DEAN (V.O.):
And there

he was, my old classmate.

He hadn't changed a bit.

If we take the over and the under...

DEAN (V.O.):
He was still

the smartest guy in the room.

Still wearing the cheapest suit.

Sorry, ahh...

Corvette.

Mr. Ioku... thank you.

- Dean.

- Joe.

- It's been forever.

- Way too long.

Come here, man.

So, making moves, what have you been up to?

I am working at the Pacific Stock Exchange.

Wall Street of the West, nice.

And what are you up to?

A bit of this, a bit of that.

Are you living downtown?

I'm still living with my father.

Are you shitting me?

Are they not paying you?

Barely.

Is that cash?

Yeah, I just sold the Biltmores a Corvette.

Joe, you shouldn't be

working for these guys.

You should be these guys.

You've gotta get your own thing.

Thanks, I appreciate it.

That would take investors, and

money, and things I don't have.

You know, we would make the perfect team.

Come to Spago tonight. It's

Charlie Bottom's birthday.

We could go talk to him.

Charlie Bottoms from high school?

Yeah.

Yeah, I don't think he's gonna

want to give me his money, Dean.

Of course, he will. Just do

what you did to those guys.

You know, pitch 'em gold.

I don't think so. These

guys hated me in high school.

I can't.

Yes, Joe, you can.

With your brains and my connections.

Think about it, we could own this town.

That's a yes, right? That

looks like a yes to me.

- Okay.

- Yes, Joe!

Okay.

So it is Spago at 9:00

and it's a costume party.

We'll both go as Reagan's.

You're going come, right? Promise?

Yeah.

Okay, cool.

See you later. It's great to see you, man.

DEAN (V.O.):
L.A. was

never a nine-to-five town.

Deals were made at night

at places so exclusive...

just getting in meant you

had your checkbook ready.

Most exclusive of all was

Spago, which is where...

Charlie Bottoms was holding

his 23rd birthday bash.

Halloween in July.

Sorry, kid, it's a private party.

Oh no, I'm invited. I'm

here with Dean Karney.

- Oh yeah, sure you are.

- Yeah.

I pity tha muthafucka'! Back of the line!

No, it is Charlie Bottoms

birthday and I'm joining him.

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