Boiler Room Page #3

I was making

good money with the casino...

but these guys

were macking it hard.

That's the level

I wanted to be operating on.

So I drove out

to Long Island, way out.

The office was a good hour

away from Wall Street.

Somebody forgot to tell the guys

who worked there, though.

They looked and acted...

like they took the Six train

to Fulton Street every morning.

But it wasn't Wall Street.

It was exit 53

on the Long Island Expressway...

a good hour from

the New York Stock Exchange.

No, no, no, no. You don't wanna act now.

This stock is going to turn.

I'm invested very heavily myself.

We just stay put.

I don't know if you've ever had the

opportunity to purchase I.P.O. Before...

but we have this company that's going

to market in about a week or so.

We're gonna have to move on this now.

This is gonna happen next week.

We don't wanna marry this stock.

We're in; we're out.

What do you mean, you don't buy stock

over the phone? How do you do it?

Smoke signals? Telepathy? World leaders

solve problems over the phone.

I'm not a Charles Schwab.

I don't need your business; I value it.

I'm successful to the point where

I don't need to chase your business.

Hey, kid, get the f***

outta here!

Over here.

- Have they started interviewing yet?

- No.

- Know how long it's gonna be?

- You'll all be going in together.

But I thought

this was, like, an interview?

It is. It's a group interview.

You'll see.

No, man.

You're a male.

Group interview, my ass.

It was like a Hitler Youth rally,

in retrospect.

The guy who pitched us, Jim Young,

was the head recruiter there.

- Okay, guys. Let's go.

- Between him and Michael, honestly...

they could sell bubble gum

in the lockjaw ward at Bellevue.

I'm sorry, man.

This is my seat.

- Oh, sh*t. I'm so sorry.

- It's okay. Don't worry about it.

- F***in' dumb-ass.

- Get the f*** outta here.

- What?

- Don't talk to me. Don't look at me.

Just get your ass out of that Italian

leather chair and get the f*** out.

Right now. Come on.

Let's go, schlepp rock.

Out.

Sit down.

We expect everyone here to

treat their coworkers...

with a certain level

of respect.

Before we start, I have one question.

Has anyone passed a Series Seven exam?

- I have a Series Seven license.

- Good for you. You can get out too.

What? Why?

We don't hire brokers here.

We train new ones.

That's it, Skippy.

Pack your sh*t. Let's go.

Okay. Here's the deal.

I'm not here to waste your time.

I hope you're not here to waste mine.

So I'm gonna keep this short.

If you become an employee

of this firm...

you will make your first million

within three years.

Okay? I repeat that:

You will make a million dollars

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