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"ARBITRAGE" Screenplay by Nicholas Jarecki EFTA00593461 CLOUDS GIVE WAY TO A: FALCON 900EX - SOARING THROUGH THE SKIES AT 550MPH And we push in through one of the porthole windows of the speeding airplane, revealing... INT. FALCON A sleek, slate-gray cabin, divided into three seating areas. At the back of the plane, five AIDES DE CAMP chatter in hushed tones, pouring over a sea of red-inked paper. GAVIN BRIAR (42), stands, smooths his suit, and walks forward, passing an empty conference table and approaching... ROBERT MILLER (65) who sits alone in his private area facing the cockpit, scribbling his own red-ink across a stack of CONTRACT DOCUMENTS. We haven't seen his face yet, just his back, but his effortless slouch, graying hair, and all-commanding mannerisms make one thing clear: Robert's our man. GAVIN (touching his shoulder) Robert... Robert turns and looks up at Gavin, just an inch startled. GAVIN (CONT'D) Sorry. ROBERT (as Gavin sits) Would you mind terribly pouring me a coffee? Gavin straightens obligingly, steps into the galley and pours out a cup. He brings it back. GAVIN (sitting) You're disappointed. ROBERT No. We'll get it done. GAVIN Are you angry with me? ROBERT Quants? Derivatives structures? What was that? EFTA00593462 2. GAVIN It makes no sense. ROBERT That's what you said last week. Why'd we go down there? GAVIN To sign. They LAUGH. To sign. ROBERT (CONT'D) Instead I fly two thousand for a marketing meeting... where was Mayfield? What's "emergency" nonsense? miles And this GAVIN (after a beat) Have you talked to the auditors? ROBERT Why? GAVIN Let's say we don't close this ROBERT (looks down) Let me get back to my papers. Gavin shuffles off. The AIRPHONE rings. ROBERT week... ROBERT (CONT'D) (into phone) Yeah... No, sweetie. We're just coming in now... (pressing the AIRSHOW) About ten minutes... EXT. TETERBORO AIRFIELD - MOMENTS LATER The ROAR of thirty million dollars landing near tall grass. EXT. HANGER - CONTINUOUS Robert walks down the passenger steps followed by Gavin and the aides. They MERCEDES MAYBACH. The aides hand file the Hispanic driver, RAMON, who loads onto the tarmac, approach a waiting BOXES and BRIEFCASES to them into the trunk. EFTA00593463 3. INT. LIMO - CONTINUOUS Robert and Gavin sit as the limo drives off. An "INCOMING MAIL" FOLDER lies on the counter. Robert flips through it, scanning correspondence until he stops at an ENVELOPE bearing a Soviet flag. It's marked: "PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL." He opens it. CLOSE ON THE LETTER: "Respublika Sakha, Siberian Interior Ministry -- Dear Mr. Miller, as previously stated, due to presidential veto we must deny your request for the proceeds transfer of $412 Million USD from the Sakha Mining Corporation. Very Truly Yours, Alexei Materov, Deputy Minister." Robert's face tightens. He folds the letter into his pocket. GAVIN Everything alright? ROBERT Fine. They stare ahead into space. Robert opens another FOLDER. GAVIN Something's still bothering you. ROBERT (marking up a document) Mayfield. GAVIN Maybe he really did have an emergency... Robert looks up at Gavin disapprovingly, then turns back to his papers. EXT. STREETS - CONTINUOUS The blur of city lights as the limo approaches EXT. GRACIE SQUARE - ROBERT'S MANSION - CONTINUOUS An enormous turn-of-the-last-century Stanford-White-designed red-brick MANSION- two already-giant townhouses combined. Robert and Gavin exit the limo and head inside. EFTA00593464 4. INT. ROBERT'S MANSION - ENTRY HALL - CONTINUOUS It's our first glimpse of Robert's home, and it doesn't disappoint. It's an 1850's Tudor given a full once-over, maintaining period details but updated with a Modernist flair. It actually works. A SERVANT takes Robert's briefcase from him as he enters, handing him three small PRESENTS which he puts under his arm. We HEAR sounds of a DINNER PARTY complete with CHILDREN laughing. Hold on Robert's face- some mixture of excitement and anticipation. INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS A party in progress, dinner already served. Seated around a large square table are: ELLEN (60, Robert's wife), BROOKE (36, Robert's daughter), PETER (34, Robert's son), TOM (Brooke's husband), ANNE (Peter's wife), and THREE GRANDCHILDREN. Ellen's playing with one of the kids. She sees Robert. ELLEN (lighting up) Look, your grandfather's here! The kids clamor for Robert's attention. He moves around the table, hugging them all. ROBERT Hi, guys! GRANDCHILD Hi Papa! What did you bring us? Robert hands out the presents, and the kids unwrap them in a frenzy. He continues making the rounds until he finally gets to Brooke and Peter, seated next to each other. They embrace, but we notice clear restraint, a marked contrast to his behavior towards their kids. BROOKE It's your birthday, Dad, not theirs. You'll spoil them. ROBERT (grinning) So what? You guys turned out all right. EFTA00593465 5. BROOKE (half-smile) Exactly. Robert rounds the table and takes his seat next to Ellen as she discreetly presses a SERVICE BUZZER. ELLEN The kids got hungry. ROBERT (hugging her) No problem. Another SERVANT enters with a CAKE flickering birthday candles. Everyone notices and starts SINGING. ALL HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO... Robert smiles. They finish, then CLINK glasses for a toast. ROBERT Thank you, everyone... Well, what can I say? I'm standing here, sixty- five, it's a big number. Big moment. Okay. (some smiles from the group) I've done a lot of things in my life, worked hard on a lot of different businesses, but I'll tell you- as I look around at all these faces, I know that my best work is right here in this room... We've got a great life, and I'm proud of all of you. That's the best gift your mother and I could have hoped for. (he smiles) Now, contrary to what you may have heard, I've never been big on celebrating myself, so tonight I hope we'll all celebrate together, and realize how lucky we are to have each other... PETER (calling out) ...and to have sold the company to Morgan this morning! They all LAUGH. EFTA00593466 6. ROBERT (smiles) That, too, Peter, and your one-track mind assures me you've got not only your mother's genes, but you've got mine! More group LAUGHTER. He sees Ellen hug Peter across the room. ROBERT (CONT'D) But, tonight, at dinner, I've got only one request: no talk of business. ELLEN Oh, here we go! More LAUGHTER. Robert laughs, too. ROBERT I'm aware that may seem uncharacteristic, but maybe it's taken me sixty-five years to realize what's finally important -- and it's all of you. ALL (as they applaud) Hear, hear! DISSOLVE TO: INT. DINING ROOM - LATER The kids play furiously with their TOYS. Peter talks to Tom. He's slurring his words, three COCKTAILS in. PETER Because they just don't understand. If you want growth in a down market, you have to take risks. Even the Chinese know that now... TOM That's why I stick with ships. Somebody wants something, they need to ship it here. It may be simple, but... PETER (ignoring him) No, no. I'm not complaining. We're doing great, actually, best quarter in the last three years... (shakes his head) Listen to me, like you didn't know... EFTA00593467 7. We TRACK over to Robert and Ellen. She's got one of Peter's kids propped up on Robert's lap, playing, drawing a dinosaur in a coloring book. He's pulling on Robert's ear. ELLEN ...no, your Papa's ear is not part of the drawing... I'm taking you to the museum this weekend, then you'll see what a real dinosaur looks like. The child tries to color with a piece of zucchini. ELLEN (CONT'D) (laughs) Alexander, what are you doing...? ROBERT That's called "thinking outside the box..." (pats the child on the head) Kid's an artist... ELLEN (coddles the child) Like his father, right...? Brooke indicates to Ellen across the table. Ellen nods. ELLEN (CONT'D) Speaking of which... You need to talk to Brooke. ROBERT Oh? ELLEN It's about Peter... Robert nods. He exhales, then stands and crosses to Brooke. She straightens a little. ROBERT (nodding to the next room) Join me for a drink? INT. STUDY - MOMENTS LATER A warm, clubby room, kept traditional. Robert pours out two SCOTCHES and brings them to the banquette where Brooke rests with an open FOLDER. He resumes signing papers. ROBERT Kids seem good. Brooke nods, tries to smile. EFTA00593468 8. BROOKE What, uhh... was that about? ROBERT What? BROOKE Last time you made a speech like that was when we lost the Firestone bid. ROBERT I just... wanted this night to be for us. She nods again, unconvinced, then pulls out a MAGAZINE. BROOKE You saw this? He looks closely at it. A "Fortune" cover story: "Robert Miller, the Oracle of Gracie Square: Investor profits in uncertain times by predicting housing crisis." BROOKE (CONT'D) Peter's got a copy pinned up in the conference room. ROBERT (shakes his head) You know how I feel about that. BROOKE You don't need to tell me. ROBERT Well stop skirting around it, then. Brooke looks down and shifts uncomfortably. BROOKE I just don't know if they'll keep him on. ROBERT Your brother's doing fine. He brought in what, last quarter, thirty-five? BROOKE These guys don't care about thirty-five million. They care about liabilities. Robert's phone VIBRATES. He looks down. On the Caller-ID: "Julie." He silences it. EFTA00593469 9. BROOKE (CONT'D) Yesterday he showed up with alcohol on his breath. ROBERT (exhales) You know, Brooke, I'm doing this for you and your brother. I'm not gonna run this place forever; I know that. And it's not about being the richest man in the cemetery. BROOKE Can I ask you something? ROBERT What, honey? BROOKE You said they didn't sign today. ROBERT Yeah? BROOKE Well, I mean, we haven't really talked about it, but... do you want them to? ROBERT Do I want them to sign? BROOKE Yeah. ROBERT Of course. BROOKE But why? My whole life you've told me "work's our cornerstone." ROBERT It is. BROOKE So what's wrong with how things are? We make a great return, we give a lot of money to the charities we believe in... ROBERT You know, you're 36 now. I'm 65. There's a big difference. BROOKE Dad, you're not that old. EFTA00593470 10. ROBERT It catches up fast. And I wouldn't mind spending some time with you guys outside the office. BROOKE This really doesn't sound like you. ROBERT (growing impatient) Brooke, nobody trusts an independent fund anymore. We've discussed this. And you know better than anyone that at our small size, all the new accounting regulations are eating away our profits. Now I'm trying to build value for you and your brother, and to do that, we're gonna to have to merge. Morgan's the way. Brooke looks to the floor. ROBERT (CONT'D) I'm surprised this disappoints you. BROOKE "We're long-term builders, not raiders." Isn't that what you always said...? They don't think that way. ROBERT (playful) You think maybe now you're the one that sounds a little pious? BROOKE You asked me how I felt. ROBERT And you've told me, and I understand. But you really shouldn't worry. They've agreed that once I'm gone, probably within the year, you will make the decisions... You might find they're not always so easy. But as long as you show profits, Morgan'll leave you alone. We have a culture here, why should they interfere? (beat) Besides if they ever do go ethically off-track, well... You'll nag them to death until they jump back on. She can't help but smile. He leans in and touches her shoulder. EFTA00593471 11. ROBERT (CONT'D) I've watched you've become a real leader; that's why I put you in charge. So just trust me, alright? By week's end this'll all be wrapped up and... I'll talk to Mayfield. We'll find a solution for your brother. Brooke nods, trying to accept this. INT. ENTRY HALL - LATER Ellen is supervising the yawning children as the party winds down. She sees Robert put on his OVERCOAT. ELLEN Where are you going? ROBERT Office. ELLEN Now? ROBERT Gotta get it done. She holds a beat, then approaches and straightens his collar. ELLEN Alright, just wake me when you come in, will you? He kisses her and starts to exit. ELLEN (CONT'D) Robert. ROBERT What? ELLEN The hospital check; they still don't have it. ROBERT (nods) Right, I'm sorry. I'll take care of it at the office. ELLEN You know, we committed by the 15th. They're going to announce it on Thursday. EFTA00593472 12. ROBERT (harder) I will take care of it. ELLEN Okay. INT. TAXI - NIGHT Robert stares out the window at a few hustling MERCHANTS as he passes the low-rises of downtown Broadway. ROBERT (into phone) Yeah, Gavin, it's me, uhh... When you get this -- I want you to call Chris Vogler at Deloitte, tell him I need to see him right away, okay? Get it done and get back to me. The cab arrives at a LOFT BUILDING. Robert exits, paying the DRIVER through the door. Then he walks by a large frosted- glass window, approaching a private entrance. INT. LOFT APARTMENT - NIGHT JULIE COTE (33) sits at the head of a marble table in the exquisite space. It's the modern mirror of Robert's mansion, the lines carried through fully this time. And Julie is the modern woman: sleek, fit, and flowing, even at home. She's intently focused, handwriting personal notes onto a stack of INVITATIONS for the "Julie Cote Gallery - Paintings by Phillip Chabrol," as she downs the last of a WHITE WINE. The INTERCOM RINGS. Julie heads over, sees Robert's face on the VIDEO MONITOR. She holds a beat. EXT. LOFT APARTMENT - SAME Robert waits in the cold, staring into the camera as Julie watches him from inside the loft, not moving. After a second, the door BUZZES open. INT. JULIE'S LOFT - SAME Robert enters. Julie is already back at the table, writing. ROBERT EFTA00593473 13. She doesn't answer. He walks down the long hall and comes up behind her, running his arms across her stomach. JULIE Don't. ROBERT Come on... JULIE I'm working. ROBERT (stroking her) Please... JULIE I said I'm working. I've gotta prepare for tomorrow. (sharp) You remember tomorrow, right? ROBERT (like a child) But... It's my birthday... JULIE (standing) I said don't! She crosses to the open kitchen and pours out more wine, lights a cigarette. Robert trails. ROBERT What's wrong? JULIE It's eleven o'clock. ROBERT I'm sorry, baby. We had some bad weather. Had to land in White Plains. JULIE You couldn't pick up the phone? ROBERT I had a meeting right after we landed, and then... JULIE You had a three-hour dinner with the family. Silence. EFTA00593474 14. JULIE (CONT'D) They're second to business. I'm second to them. I'm actually about ninth. ROBERT Can't we just have a nice time? JULIE Can't you just admit it? Do you have to be such a fucking liar? ROBERT Yes. I had dinner with my children. (her face falling a little) But that doesn't mean... JULIE Oh, just shut up. They stare at each other as she drags off the cigarette, then stubs it out. JULIE (CONT'D) Here, I made this for you. She opens a dish revealing a BIRTHDAY CAKE. He stares at it. ROBERT You made that?... I didn't know you could bake. That's very nice... She reaches for the cake, grabbing a piece of it with her hand and... SMEARS IT ONTO HIS FACE. The tension breaks, and they LAUGH. He grabs her and they kiss furiously, pulling at each other's clothes as she pushes him backwards into the bedroom and they begin to make love. INT. MILLER CAPITAL - THE NEXT DAY We track through a Spartanly-furnished trading office. PEOPLE at COMPUTERS making phone calls. CLOCKS showing different time zones. We pick up Brooke as she approaches an accountant, BEN (52), in a corridor office. INT. MILLER CAPITAL - ACCOUNTANT'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Brooke hands Ben a printout: the "OLD HILL FUND" report. BROOKE (pointing at four numbers) This is what I'm talking about. EFTA00593475 15. BEN I don't understand. BROOKE No, I don't understand, and I've asked you three times. How am I supposed to close out the year? BEN What is it you want to know? BROOKE Look, where is this four hundred twelve million from Old Hill? It's there, then Jan to November it's not there, then magically it shows up this month? BEN I don't have that entry. BROOKE These are your books. BEN I mean that account. It's controlled by the outside auditor. BROOKE But you prepare the reconciliation statements, don't you? I mean, you signed off on this. BEN Brooke, this is six months old. BROOKE Because it's old it doesn't need to be right? BEN (exasperated) We reconcile at the end of the fiscal year. It's just a timing difference. That's why God created suspense accounts. Brooke stares at him, entirely unsatisfied. BEN (CONT'D) (sighs) Your father signed these reports himself. Maybe you should ask him about them. EFTA00593476 16. INT. GREENBERG & COMPANY - OFFICE HALL - ACROSS TOWN Robert enters the palatial quarters, decorated with ornate 18th century furniture, a stark contrast to his more functional empire. He approaches a striking British RECEPTIONIST. ROBERT Robert Miller for Jeffrey Greenberg. RECEPTIONIST Yes, he's expecting you, Mr. Miller. Will you follow me, please? Robert trails her down a long hallway passing a massive glass conference room. They arrive at INT. GREENBERG'S OFFICE - SAME The receptionist escorts Robert in. Standing to greet him is JEFFREY GREENBERG (55), handsome and charming. RECEPTIONIST Will you be needing any coffee, sir? ROBERT I'm fine, thank you. JEFFREY All good, Diane. She exits. Robert sits. A moment of silence. JEFFREY (CONT'D) So? ROBERT I'm here. JEFFREY Yes, you are, but guess what's not? ROBERT Jeffrey, I told you... JEFFREY Yes, yes, the contract, you're "working on it." And while you're working on it, I'll tell you what's not working... ROBERT (leaning forward) Jeffrey... EFTA00593477 17. JEFFREY (louder) ...what's not working is my four hundred twelve million dollars that's sitting in your account so you can pass your audit, the four hundred twelve million that you needed, you said, for two weeks, and which has been languishing now for (looks down at paper) thirty-two days, while it could be elsewhere invested, earning an actual return, instead of couching the absurd lie that you're spinning. ROBERT What do you want me to say? JEFFREY That you're gonna get a signature from Mayfield, and that my hostage money and my fee are going to be sent to me promptly, say... by tomorrow? A beat. ROBERT I am solving the problem. I am getting you your money and your fee. You will have them very shortly. JEFFREY When? ROBERT As soon as they sign the contract. Jeffrey stares at him contemplatively for a moment, then appears to reach some sort of conclusion. JEFFREY (matter-of-fact) Friday morning I take my money back. ROBERT (shakes head) You can't do that... JEFFREY ▪ .the fuck I can't, it's in an escrow bill with one-day call rights... ROBERT ▪ .I need the money there until they sign, Jeffrey. What if they check again? EFTA00593478 18. JEFFREY That's really not my problem, is it? ROBERT Do I need to remind you that you're my partner in this? You knew damn well why I wanted you to buy those shares. JEFFREY (erratic again) Is that a threat? Are you fucking crazy? ROBERT (shakes head) No... Jeffrey stands, begins pacing. JEFFREY .because I'm not the one with the liability, pal. I just made a loan. You're looking at jail for a thousand years for fraudulent conveyance and... ROBERT ...Calm down, Jeffrey... JEFFREY I didn't get you into this mess! Remember when you asked me if it was a good idea to divert half your liquid assets into a fucking diamond mine? What did I tell you? ROBERT (stands) Are we done here? JEFFREY (apoplectic) How long do you really expect me to float you? ROBERT (exploding) I DON'T CONTROL JP FUCKING MORGAN! I'm trying to get it done! And I'm wasting time here while I could be figuring it out! JEFFREY Well then go figure it out. You've got until Friday. That's it. EFTA00593479 19. EXT. STREET - MADISON AVENUE Off Robert as he storms the pavement. INT. ROBERT'S LIMO - CONTINUOUS And enters his waiting limousine, SLAMMING the door. ROBERT (to Ramon) Let's go. The limo drives away. Robert turns on the TELEVISION. BLOOMBERG ANNOUNCER The DOW continues its uptick this morning on new housing starts to rise 132 points. Asian markets fared less well, especially in Russia, where further nationalization plans caused foreign investment to sputter, leading to various... Close on Robert, trying hard to contain his building rage. His phone VIBRATES a TEXT, from Julie: "See you at 8!" He stares at it, breathes in deeply. The CARPHONE rings: "Gavin." ROBERT (barks) What? GAVIN (0.S.) Seven tonight at the Four Seasons. We'll get it straight with Mayfield then. ROBERT (calming a little) Good. I'll be back at three. GAVIN (O.S.) Did you forget the interview? ROBERT What interview? GAVIN (O.S.) CNBC. You're doing Bartiromo in an hour. ROBERT Oh, Jesus... Why are we doing that? EFTA00593480 20. GAVIN (O.S.) To create speculation?... (no response) It was your idea, remember?... Robert just disconnects and holds the phone in his hands. INT. ROBERT'S BEDROOM - LATER Ellen stands tying Robert's TIE in front of a dressing mirror. ROBERT You don't think it looks too... brash? ELLEN It's the third one you've tried. She finishes tying it. He looks in the mirror. ROBERT I look old. Ellen picks up a make-up TRAY. ELLEN Let me just... (powdering one of his age spots) There. Now you look regal. (off his nod) Tell me... What is it? ROBERT I just want this over with. ELLEN But it's done, isn't it? ROBERT They haven't signed the papers. ELLEN I thought that's why you flew down there. ROBERT So did I, but for some reason they gave me a stall. I didn't get any sleep on the plane and... (rubbing his eyes) God, Ellen... I'm so tired... ELLEN Now come on. It will all work out. Just follow the plan. EFTA00593481 21. ROBERT What plan is that? ELLEN "Sell the confidence, sell the man." ROBERT (laughs) Words of another era... ELLEN Well, maybe we should go back there. ROBERT (far off) I'd like that. He straightens his jacket and starts heading out. ELLEN Mary called from Mt. Sinai. She said they still haven't received the check... ROBERT I know. I'm taking care of it. ELLEN The gala's Thursday. I thought we discussed this? ROBERT I've had to move some things around for the merger. ELLEN It's only two million. ROBERT (a beat) Remember when we used to eat a full dinner at that place off Flatbush for two dollars? ELLEN I don't remember you being so sentimental there, unless you were tap dancing around an obligation. ROBERT Ellen... She smiles, kisses his forehead. ELLEN Go do well. EFTA00593482 22. INT. ROBERT'S LIVING ROOM - DAY Robert sits on a sofa across from MARIA BARTIROMO and a CAMERA CREW, mid-interview. Gavin watches on a nearby MONITOR. MARIA ...but how do you do it, Robert? Your fund's returned 11% for the past nine years, even in the downturn, and it's been estimated that your personal shares in the company will go up nearly $120 Million this year alone. ROBERT Well, we've done all right. Luckily, we've been able to stay risk- neutral, even in a year like this. MARIA But you took a huge bet on this housing crisis. Why? ROBERT I saw that the underlying options were overvalued, and I didn't think people's houses would keep tripling in value every decade, even with the Treasury printing money at a quarter point. MARIA That seems like a bigger risk than you would normally take. Isn't it against your hedged-neutral strategy? ROBERT Yes, it was an uncommon position. But these are uncommon times. You know, Maria, I was born in 1945. My father welded steel for the Navy. My mother worked at the VA. They lived through the Depression, Pearl Harbor, and the Bomb. And they didn't think bad things might happen; they knew they would happen. MARIA Is that what's happening now? ROBERT You know, with the exception of 2008, we've had pretty much peace and prosperity in this country for the last twenty-five years. That's the anomaly. (MORE) EFTA00593483 23. ROBERT (CONT'D) Now I don't want to sound like a doomsayer, but when I was a kid, I loved to read history, and my favorite teacher, Mr. Stein, said that world events always revolve around five things: (extending his fingers one-by-one) M-O-N-E-Y. MARIA (laughing) Was this freshman econ? ROBERT This was Brooklyn Econ, fifth-grade. (smiles, off her laugh) And he was quite right, because what he was really saying was that even though money's the reward we compete for, it's the competition that's our nature. And as I learned later, that competition can make even the best of us manic, so it's not surprising that we see asset bubbles. But when reality sets in -- they have to pop. MARIA You were a teacher yourself, weren't you? ROBERT My Greenwich Village days. Now you're really gonna make me feel old. MARIA (smiles) Let me shift for a minute to regulation. Some are saying that in the wake of Madoff-style collapses we need more transparency. Now your fund is private; the decisions and trades you make are secret. It's basically all up to you. Do you think we need more regulation? ROBERT Well, I think it's important to let the manager go where the strategy takes him, but essentially, we all agree to a "charter" -- a core philosophy of what we will and won't do with our investors money -- and we follow it. We manage a lot of capital for universities and pension funds, so safeguarding it is a responsibility I take very seriously. Madoff is a unique case. EFTA00593484 24. MARIA What's your take on him? ROBERT Sociopathic, criminal. I don't know. I don't want to speculate, really. The cameraman gives Maria a hand signal. MARIA We're almost out of time, but let's do one last question: there's been a wave of consolidation recently. Will your fund remain independent, or will we see you merge with one of the larger institutions? There've been rumors... ROBERT (smiling) Maria, there are always rumors. And of course I can't comment. MARIA (smiles back) Fair enough. But where do you see your own role in the next five years? ROBERT You know... I'll always love markets, and I'll always want to work with them; I wouldn't know what else to do with myself. The lights go off. Robert starts unclipping his microphone. MARIA It was a great interview. Thanks. ROBERT You're a great interviewer. MARIA You're selling, aren't you? ROBERT (after a beat) Maria, gimme a break. EXT. FOUR SEASONS RESTAURANT - NIGHT Robert trails Gavin up the stairs as he types out a TEXT MESSAGE to Julie: "Wrapping up mtg- be there soon." EFTA00593485 25. INT. FOUR SEASONS RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS The MAITRE'D spots Robert and greets him as he approaches. MAITRE'D Mr. Miller, good to see you, sir. Your party has already arrived. He leads Robert and Gavin into the INT. POOL ROOM Where we see Brooke and Peter seated with a group of EXECUTIVES including AIMES (45), and BARNES (43). Displeasure immediately registers on Robert's face. ROBERT (sotto, to Gavin) Where the hell is Mayfield? Gavin shakes his head. They approach the table. AIMES (as they sit) Mr. Miller, thank you for coming. We were just getting acquainted with Brooke and Peter here. ROBERT (smiling) They're not too caustic, are they? BARNES They've been terrific. PETER Dad, we've been talking about operations. Tim thinks once we consolidate we can save about fifty percent on our back-office. Robert phone VIBRATES. It's "Julie" calling. He silences it. ROBERT I'd love to hear about that, but... (a beat) I had thought Mr. Mayfield planned to join us tonight. AIMES (nods) Jim's very sorry he couldn't be here; he was delayed in Austin. (MORE) EFTA00593486 26. AIMES (CONT'D) But he did ask me to convey how committed we are to finding our way together. BARNES That's right. In fact, now that we can market your quants' track records, we have access to a host of new capital that... Robert drifts as the suits prattle on. DISSOLVE TO: INT. POOL ROOM - LATER The execs are still chattering. Julie calls again. Robert silences it again. Then he gets a text: "945pm - FUCK YOU." AIMES ...assuming we shed debt through some small liquidations, I'd say... ROBERT (rising) Gentleman, something's just come up. I can leave you in my family's capable hands? AIMES Of course. Again, Mr. Miller, a privilege. Robert shakes Aimes' hand and starts to head out. Brooke rises. BROOKE (indicating) Dad... They move off to the side. BROOKE (CONT'D) Did you get my message? ROBERT No, I've been out. What's up? BROOKE We need to sit down. I found some strange entries in the "Old Hill" books. ROBERT What kind of entries? EFTA00593487 27. BROOKE I'm not sure yet, but there's definitely something off. ROBERT Alright, come by about twelve tomorrow and we'll look at it. And Brooke? BROOKE Yeah. ROBERT See if you can find out what happened to Mayfield. BROOKE I'm on it. EXT. FOUR SEASONS RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS Robert dashes to the limo, dialing Julie. No answer. INT. LIMO - CONTINUOUS He enters and closes the door, ringing her again. ROBERT (to the driver) 27th between 11th and 12th. EXT. JULIE COTE GALLERY - A LITTLE LATER Robert arrives in front of a big scene in progress: trendy FOLKS overflowing into the street, cameras FLASHING... INT. GALLERY - CONTINUOUS Robert enters and scans the room. No Julie. He approaches the gallery ASSISTANT. ROBERT How're they doing? ASSISTANT I'm afraid not so great, Mr. Miller. Just two sales. Robert pauses a moment, then pulls out an "ALCOA INVESTMENTS" checkbook, writes out a check for $46,000. EFTA00593488 28. ROBERT I'll take (pointing) those three... But tell her a collector bought them, okay? ASSISTANT (taking the check) Alright. He scans the party further. No Julie. INT. GALLERY - OFFICE IN BACK - CONTINUOUS We pick up on Julie bumping two rails of COCAINE. She's dressed in a form-fitting "YSL" SUIT, hair coiffed, perfectly made-up-- if we didn't suspect anything, we'd think she was the precise image of New York art-world success. Julie straightens, pulls her hair back and exits, entering the main gallery... INT. GALLERY - CONTINUOUS Where she quickly sees Robert searching for her through the throngs of PEOPLE. She stops dead, considers going back into the office... But she stands firm. Robert finds her eyes. He stares at her. She stares back, with a simple look that says, plainly: "Go away." She heads off to talk to a group of PATRONS. Robert takes a last look, then recedes. INT. LIMO - CONTINUOUS As Robert enters, already on the phone. GAVIN (0.S.) .they said they have every intention of signing tomorrow. ROBERT (nodding to himself) How were the kids? GAVIN (0.S.) Great. Brooke was great. I have a good feeling about this. EFTA00593489 29. ROBERT I'm glad you're so sensitive. INT. ROBERT'S BEDROOM - LATER Off Robert, in bed with Ellen who is asleep. He gets up and stumbles to the bathroom, puts on a robe. INT. PRIVATE ELEVATOR He approaches the basement level... INT. SERVICE KITCHEN And sits at the counter, staring at the LETTER again from the Russian consulate. He refills a glass of SCOTCH, downs it. EXT. JULIE'S LOFT - NIGHT We pick up on a TAXI as Robert exits, fully-suited, in front of the building. He approaches and sees a bunch of PEOPLE inside through the frosted-glass window. He heads to the back entrance and uses his own key to go inside. INT. JULIE'S LOFT - CONTINUOUS Julie's a touch worn from the evening, but she's still composed. She sits with five guests including her gallery assistant, TWO WOMEN, and TWO GUYS who look like painters. One of them does a line of COCAINE off an "Art in America" magazine as the other keeps talking. PAINTER ...fucking Dalwood wouldn't know a Van Gogh from a Van Eyck. And they call it a "State of Contemporism..." INT. JULIE'S LOFT - BEDROOM Robert watches Julie through a crack in the doorway. He picks up her CORDLESS and calls her. We INTERCUT. JULIE (confused by the Caller-ID) Who's this? ROBERT It's me. EFTA00593490 30. JULIE What do you want? ROBERT I'm here. JULIE Where? ROBERT I'm in your bedroom. Can you get those people out of here? JULIE Are you serious? ROBERT Look down the hall. Do you see me? JULIE (looking) I see you. ROBERT Okay, so I'm serious. She hangs up and begins to clear out the guests. Robert sits, unbuttoning his shirt. INT. JULIE'S LOFT - LIVING ROOM The guests finally leave. Julie heads to the bedroom... INT. JULIE'S LOFT - BEDROOM And finds Robert sitting, looking a little too comfortable. JULIE You just come in and out whenever you want? ROBERT Julie... JULIE Those were my friends. You know what a friend is? ROBERT They're drug addicts. EFTA00593491 31. JULIE Oh, don't you fucking dare patronize me... ROBERT Julie... JULIE One night! One damn night in a month I told you was important to me, and you can't be there... ROBERT ...I was working, do you understand? I'm under enormous pressure, I have obligations... JULIE ...I don't want to hear about your obligations. If you cared -- YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN THERE! ROBERT I'm here now. JULIE No, you're here when it's convenient for you to be here. That's not love. Love means YOU FUCKING SHOW UP! But you're never gonna understand that... ROBERT Come on, Julie... JULIE Why did you buy those paintings tonight? ROBERT Because I love you. Her face falls, slightly. JULIE I told you, I just wanted you to help me get started. If I'm gonna fail then let me fail. ROBERT Julie, you're not gonna fail. And you know I don't throw away money, but sometimes, to grow a business, you've gotta project a certain image. JULIE So it's just a big lie? EFTA00593492 32. ROBERT It's not a lie. The market's terrible right now- for everyone. That's why you need to show sales, because if you can stay strong when things are bad, then you become a leader. People say "Whoa, how'd she do that?" And then when things get better, they'll remember and come to you. JULIE (calming a little) Fine, that makes some sense, but... (exhales) I just don't know where this is going... You're never gonna leave her... She drifts off, tearing... Robert comes closer. ROBERT (touching her face) Julie... I can't lose you now. I need you. Just give me a chance. Soon we're gonna have all the time in the world. JULIE Why should I believe you? ROBERT Because you can see it. Look... She does. He starts to stroke her forearm. ROBERT (CONT'D) You're all I'm hanging on to. I would give up everything for you if I could. I really would. I just... can't right now... JULIE (pulling away) Well, when?! He stares at her a second. Thinks. Decides. ROBERT Now. JULIE What? ROBERT Tonight, now. EFTA00593493 33. JULIE What are you talking...? ROBERT Come away with me. I wanna take you somewhere... JULIE ...Where?... ROBERT Let's go to my house in Greenwich. She's processing this. It's weird, but... JULIE What about your meetings? ROBERT (quick) We'll come back in the morning. But we can wake up together in my bed with the sun and the lake and forget about everything for a night. Just you and me. Let's just get in your car and go. JULIE (stares, then) You're crazy, you know that? EXT. HIGHWAY - DEAD OF NIGHT A MERCEDES 180SEL driving the interstate towards Connecticut. Cole Porter plays. We hold on a two-shot through the windshield: Julie rests her head on Robert's shoulder. And the camera moves closer into Robert's face, Julie snuggled next to him, the Porter music lulling the moment into tranquility, and finally, just finally, Robert has a moment's respite, as he slowly closes his heavy eyelids, nodding off into a trance of desperately needed sleep until... The car drifts into the CENTER MEDIAN where the tire catches on a small metal SCRAP and BLOWS OUT, flipping the car over and over until it CAREENS off the road and CRASHES into a telephone post. Smoke billows from the darkness, the spinning headlights illuminating the ghastly scene. INT. CAR Robert's eyes flutter open as he comes to, groggy. He's badly injured, but breathing. He starts to feel his body. Movement returns... EFTA00593494 34. He looks over at Julie. It is instantly obvious she is dead: she's been nearly decapitated, a deep gash ripping through her neck. Shock, followed quickly by panic. We hear a DRIPPING sound. A gas leak... Robert reaches into his pocket and dials 911... He looks at the phone just before pressing "Send"... and hangs up. He tries to open the door. It's stuck. He KICKS at it. It opens. EXT. TWO-LANE HIGHWAY - NIGHT He drags himself out of the car. Stands. Smoke is still rising from the smashed hood. He pulls up his shirt. A DEEP BRUISE: a broken rib from the steering column. He winces. He takes a few steps forward, moving around to the passenger side. He looks again at Julie. Horrific. He reaches out to touch her, then stops. Hold on his face. He sinks to his knees, putting his head in his bloody hands. He SCREAMS. Then he rises, and begins hiking to the side of the road. EXT. FIELDS - DEAD OF NIGHT Robert walks and walks through tall grass. In the distance behind him, A MASSIVE EXPLOSION lights up the sky in a fireball as the gas tank finally catches, incinerating the car and its contents. EXT. GAS STATION - LATER Robert picks up a PAYPHONE by the bathrooms, cradling it to his ear with his sleeve and dialing with his other finger through his shirt fiber. ROBERT (into phone) Yes, I'd like to make that collect... OPERATOR Your name, sir? ROBERT Lawrence Grant. EFTA00593495 35. RINGING, then... JIMMY (0.S.) Who the fuck is this? ROBERT Jimmy, it's me. JIMMY (0.S.) Robert? ROBERT Jimmy... Listen to me very closely... INT. GAS STATION BATHROOM Robert cleans himself up in the sink, applying soap and water to his cut stomach, scrubbing frantically, He takes all the paper towels and puts them in his pocket. EXT. GAS STATION About twenty yards down the road, a BLACK SUV hums, waiting. Robert opens the passenger door and gets in. INT. CAR - CONTINUOUS Inside is JIMMY GRANT (23), Black. ROBERT Let's go. They start to drive. Jimmy looks over at Robert; he's pretty banged up. JIMMY You gonna tell me what this is? ROBERT It's better you don't ask. JIMMY So all you're sayin' is, you need a ride somewhere. ROBERT That's correct. JIMMY Because I want to be very clear about this: you called me to give you a ride. I'm giving you a ride. EFTA00593496 36. ROBERT No, you're not. We're not here. JIMMY Oh, no? Then where the fuck are we? ROBERT We're both sleeping right now. At home. Which is where you left your phone, right? JIMMY Right. ROBERT Because if anyone checks... JIMMY Why is anyone gonna check? ROBERT They're not, as long as we're not here. And nobody knows you're here, right? JIMMY Yeah. ROBERT Does somebody know you're here? JIMMY No. ROBERT But somebody knows you're not there. JIMMY Well, my girl... ROBERT Oh, Jesus, Jimmy... JIMMY Man, you call up two am, what the fuck you want? She asked me where I was going. ROBERT What'd you say? JIMMY I told her I had to run out a minute. A beat. EFTA00593497 37. ROBERT Do you trust her? JIMMY Is this the kinda shit you used to do to my dad? ROBERT Do you trust her? JIMMY Yes, I fucking trust her! ROBERT Good. So you're at home, and I'm at home. My wife gets up at five am for Pilates -- I will be there next to her, where I've been all night. And you'll do the same with yours. Jimmy exhales a long sigh. JIMMY This is some pretty fucked up shit. ROBERT Jimmy... JIMMY No, man, come on, I don't hear from you since the fuckin' funeral, you call up using my father's name, ask me to come out here to... ROBERT ...what do you want, Jimmy? Ten thousand? Twenty? Is that enough? Jimmy swerves the car to the side of the road and stops. JIMMY You talk to me like that you can get the fuck out and walk. ROBERT (after a beat) Listen... I'm sorry. I'm not myself. I need your help. Jimmy waits a moment, then re-enters the road. Robert winces in pain. JIMMY Are you alright? EFTA00593498 38. Robert is holding his side. He pulls up his shirt. Jimmy sees the awful purple bruise from the steering column. JIMMY (CONT'D) Jesus, man! We gotta get you to a hospital. ROBERT No, just drive. JIMMY You're bleeding inside. ROBERT I just... have to get home... I'll deal with it in a few hours. JIMMY What if you don't make it that long? ROBERT Then I don't make it. EXT. THIRD AVENUE - NIGHT The SUV pulls to a stop a few blocks from Robert's house. He exits. JIMMY (through the window) Call and let me know it's okay. ROBERT Better we don't talk for a while. JIMMY So what then, you just call up the only nigger you know? Robert looks at Jimmy, eyes tearing. ROBERT I'm sorry, Jimmy. I really am. Just go home. JIMMY Alright, man. Take care of that. Jimmy's car drives off. Robert hobbles up the block. EXT. CAR WRECKAGE SITE POLICE CARS flash lights. An EMT unloads Julie's charred CORPSE into a BODY BAG. INVESTIGATORS sift through rubble. EFTA00593499 39. DET. MICHAEL GOWER (46) sits in a TAN SEDAN, drinking a cup of deli coffee. Barely awake, he stares out the window at a bunch of STATE TROOPERS arguing with his partner, MILLS. MILLS breaks away from the uniforms and approaches, shaking his head. Gower gets out of the car. GOWER You gotta be fucking kidding me. MILLS Captain says it's on our side of the line. GOWER We've been having this argument twenty years. They can't handle one drunk motorist kills herself? MILLS I'm not so sure... GOWER Whaddya mean? MILLS She wasn't the driver. Gower nods, his interest piqued. GOWER Let's roadblock lane-to-lane and do a five-mile canvass. Every gas station, metro area, the works. (off his nod) And Mills... MILLS Yeah? GOWER Call Verizon, pull the luds off all the local payphones. Mills shuffles off. Gower bends his head down to the car's passenger side, looking off into the distance of the path Robert took just moments before. INT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Jimmy enters his small tenement. The living room is empty save for a sofa and some moving BOXES. He heads to the BEDROOM EFTA00593500 40. Awake and smoking a cigarette is REINA (23, Hispanic). Jimmy starts to undress, coughs, then opens a window. JIMMY You're gonna choke in here. REINA Where'd you go? JIMMY I told you, I had to... REINA ..run an errand." Yeah. Jimmy pauses, takes off his pants. REINA (CONT'D) I heard you on the phone. You went to meet Robert. JIMMY So? REINA So why's he calling in the middle of the night? What's he got you doing for two and a half hours? JIMMY Leave it be, Rei. Jimmy gets into bed, turns out the light. Reina waits a beat, then reaches over and turns it back on. JIMMY (CONT'D) Reina... REINA Jimmy, what's going on? JIMMY I said leave it be. REINA You wanna end up like your father? Jimmy gets up, taking the comforter with him. JIMMY I can't hear this again. Reina stands, crosses to him. EFTA00593501 41. REINA (softening, holds him) Come on, baby. Hold on... JIMMY (shaking her off) What? REINA I'm just... worried, that's all. JIMMY There's nothing to worry about. REINA You can tell me if there is. JIMMY (hugging her) Everything's gonna be fine. We're going on Friday. Everything's the same. I promise you. Okay? She nods. They kiss. INT. ROBERT'S MANSION - NIGHT Robert enters the basement. He walks into a security monitoring room. We see a street view of cameras outside the door he just entered. He pulls TAPES out of VIDEO RECORDERS. INT. ROBERT'S MANSION - SERVICE KITCHEN Robert stands in front of a bin marked INCINERATOR. He is wearing a new T-SHIRT and SLACKS. He places all of his bloodied clothes and the video tapes into the incinerator, pouring LIGHTER FLUID on top of them and striking a match. He sets the items on fire and closes the hopper. RAMON Do you need anything, sir? Something to eat? Startled, he looks over to see his live-in houseman standing in the dark. ROBERT I'm fine, Ramon. Go back to bed. EFTA00593502 42. INT. ROBERT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Robert quietly undresses, leaving on the white UNDERSHIRT. He presses at his rib, winces again. Then he gets into bed and stares at the ceiling. ELLEN (half-asleep) Where did you go? ROBERT What? ELLEN (dreamy) I woke up for a minute, you weren't here... ROBERT I just went to... eat some ice cream. ELLEN Was it good? ROBERT What? ELLEN The ice cream... ROBERT (pained, shifting his body) Yes... ELLEN You know you're not supposed to eat that with the Lipitor... (dreaming) Did you ask Peter about his chores? ROBERT Ellen... ELLEN What? ROBERT Do you love me? ELLEN Of course... She rolls over. Hold on Robert's face. FADE TO BLACK. EFTA00593503 43. INT. PRIVATE HOME - STUDY - EARLY MORNING DR. SOBEL (50s) finishes taping up Robert's bruised stomach. Other than the ribs, the only visible damage is a slight cut on Robert's forehead. SOBEL You need to come to the office for an MRI. ROBERT I can't now. SOBEL Can you lie down for the day? ROBERT No. Are we done? SOBEL Robert -- you've got internal bleeding and two broken ribs. You need to heal. Robert stands, hiding a wince, and picks up a Percocet BOTTLE. SOBEL (CONT'D) No more than two every six hours. INT. PRIVATE HOME - ENTRY HALL - CONTINUOUS As Robert exits, he passes a pile of newspapers. He picks up a Post, thumbs through it. On page five: A headline splashed with an awful PICTURE from the accident: "French Art Beauty Killed in Fiery Crash." SERVANT (passing by) Do you need anything else, sir? ROBERT No, thank you. He puts the paper under his arm and exits. EXT. PARK BENCH - DAY SID FELDER (68) sits next to Robert, the Post by his side. SID Hypothetically, the situation you're describing would be involuntary manslaughter. EFTA00593504 44. ROBERT And if it was proved the person had alcohol in his system... SID Fleeing the scene creates a legal presumption that the driver was under the influence. ROBERT So such a person... SID ...would be in a lot of trouble, especially if that person was closing a merger with a large public bank where any publicity or arrest could delay or derail the transaction. But that's only if there was some evidence that could link him to the crime. ROBERT What about fingerprints, DNA? SID Very hard to collect after an explosion. The real world's different from television. ROBERT Cell phone records? SID Did this person make any calls from the area? ROBERT No. SID Then they won't be able to place him there. ROBERT Don't the phones have GPS now? What if they checked the cell towers? SID Legally that's all very shaky right now. To pull those records they'd need heavy probable cause. ROBERT Which would be? SID Again, something that linked the two people together that night. (MORE) EFTA00593505 45. SID (CONT'D) Some concrete evidence that contradicted a statement given to the police. Or another witness who comes forward. ROBERT So what would you advise such a person to do? SID To confess immediately. ROBERT Failing which? SID To put as much distance between himself and the event as possible, if possible. But let me tell you something, and I'm speaking to you as a friend now: there are about fifty things that person wouldn't have thought of. And the more time that passes, the more lies that are told, the worse it gets for him. Robert stands. Robert... What? SID (CONT'D) ROBERT SID They're going to come to you. ROBERT I know. SID An accident's not the worst trouble. If we talk to them now we can probably work it out. ROBERT (after a beat) What happens if the deal with Morgan doesn't close, and I have to tell my investors about our real losses? SID Nothing good. EFTA00593506 46. ROBERT And you said that depending on how the Justice Department decides to prosecute me, a fraud conviction might get me, uh... twenty years? SID I did. ROBERT Then what choice do I really have? EXT. DELOITTE ACCOUNTING HEADQUARTERS - LATER We follow CHRIS VOGLER (55) through the busy lobby out to the street. He crosses Park Avenue and gets into Robert's limo. INT. LIMO - CONTINUOUS Robert opens the Percocet bottle, downs four PILLS. Chris enters and sits. Robert mimes a question. CHRIS You're aware Congress plans to extend the audit requirements for private funds. ROBERT Of course I'm aware. I gave testimony to the committee. (zeroing in) You know this. CHRIS Well, Morgan wants to prepare for it now. So I was asked to go through every one of your trading books and reconfirm their assets. ROBERT That's impossible. CHRIS Don't worry. I put the team on different books and left "Old Hill" for myself. (smiles) I'm happy to say that I cleared it. ROBERT The audit's cleared? EFTA00593507 47. CHRIS Yes. The report will be issued today. I'm calling it my "swan song." ROBERT You're leaving this week? CHRIS It's a five-year clock. ROBERT (exacerbated) Why? CHRIS To prevent exactly what we're doing. But honestly, there's nothing left to worry about. The carphone RINGS. ROBERT (to Chris) Get out. Chris exits. ROBERT (CONT'D) (into phone) What? GAVIN (0.S.) How was it? ROBERT What? GAVIN (0.S.) The show. ROBERT What the fuck are you talking about? GAVIN (0.S.) The show, Julie's show? ROBERT Oh... Oh, it was fine... A beat as Robert rubs his eyes. GAVIN (0.S.) Mayfield's here. EFTA00593508 48. ROBERT Where? GAVIN (0.S.) Sherry Netherland. Checked in an hour ago. ROBERT He called? GAVIN (0.S.) No, I have a friend on the executive committee who said he's holding all the meetings in his room... (no response) Maybe he's getting settled. ROBERT You think we're dealing with a fucking idiot? GAVIN (O.S.) (beat) I spoke to legal. They said Morgan will sign once they get the audit report. ROBERT That's being issued now. GAVIN (O.S.) How do you know that? ROBERT Never mind that, just find out why Mayfield hasn't called us. GAVIN (O.S.) How am I...? ROBERT Do I have to do every Goddamn thing myself? JUST FIND OUT! He hangs up. ROBERT (CONT'D) (to the driver) The office. The car speeds off. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - LATER Brooke sits across from Robert. They're reviewing papers. EFTA00593509 49. BROOKE I just can't reconcile it... ROBERT Reconcile what? BROOKE The "Old Hill" Fund. Dad, are you listening to me? ROBERT Of course I'm listening. Those trades are in the special book. They don't get audited on the same balance sheet. BROOKE Yeah, but look at the sheet! It can't be right. There's a four hundred million dollar hole here. Somebody made a computer error. ROBERT Okay, well, I'll look into it. BROOKE I'm not so sure it's innocent. ROBERT What do you mean? BROOKE (pointing at the sheet) There are five accounts here that I circled. Up until last year they're perfectly normal. Then, all of a sudden, about four hundred million goes out from them without any notation. (circling a column) But the accounts don't go to zero; they get funded with a credit balance. (points to another column) Three months ago, money leaves these accounts at eight and half percent interest, even though they're empty. Then last month the money's returned and their value goes back up. (she puts the sheet down) It doesn't feel right that all these accounts live the same life. I mean, maybe somebody's playing games, skimming a little of it? EFTA00593510 50. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE RECEPTION - CONTINUOUS Gower arrives at the office. CINDY (30s, Black) greets him. CINDY May I help you? GOWER Yes, I'm Detective Michael Gower. I was hoping to see Mr. Miller. CINDY Is he expecting you? GOWER I'm afraid not. CINDY May I ask what this is regarding? GOWER It's a police matter. CINDY One moment, please. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS BROOKE ...the way this reads, half the fund's assets are missing. ROBERT That's ridiculous. That can't be right. BROOKE I know, that's why... ROBERT Look, I'll look at it, okay? Just don't mention anything right now. We don't want to scare anyone. The audit just cleared this morning. BROOKE Oh, good. I didn't know that. Okay. The Intercom RINGS. ROBERT (into phone) What? EFTA00593511 51. CINDY (0.S.) There's a detective Gower here to see you? ROBERT (stiffens, then into phone) Give me two minutes, then send him in... BROOKE Everything alright? ROBERT Yes, my other meeting just got here early. We'll have to pick this up later. BROOKE Okay. And Mom wants to know about the hospital check? ROBERT Brooke, we'll pick it up later, alright? BROOKE Okay. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS As Brooke exits, she and Gower cross paths. She eyes him... He doesn't look familiar. Brooke arrives at Cindy's desk. BROOKE Who was that? CINDY Detective Gower, I think he said? BROOKE Detective? CINDY NYPD. BROOKE What did he want? CINDY He didn't say. Off Brooke, curious. EFTA00593512 52. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Robert steels himself, then walks to the door and opens it, ushering Gower inside. GOWER Mr. Miller, thanks for seeing me. Sorry I didn't call. ROBERT No problem. Would you like some coffee? GOWER I'm fine. (sits) What happened to your head? ROBERT What? GOWER That looks like a nasty cut. Does it hurt? ROBERT (touching the cut) Oh, no, just hit it on the medicine cabinet this morning. GOWER Uh -huh. ROBERT So what can I do for you detective? GOWER Well, I'm here about Ms. Julie Cate. ROBERT Yes? Is she alright? GOWER I'm afraid Ms. Cote was killed last night. ROBERT Oh. Oh, my, that's... terrible. What happened? GOWER Well, actually it was a car accident. ROBERT My God. EFTA00593513 53. GOWER Yes, well, you see, I'm here, sir, because we haven't located the driver. ROBERT The driver? GOWER See we think, we don't really know much at this point, but she was in the passenger seat, and we believe there was another person driving. Now we don't know if he's dead, or hurt... ROBERT What usually happens in these cases? GOWER Often the driver goes for help, but his injuries cause him to die on the way. We're searching the area right now. ROBERT This is just... awful. GOWER Can you tell me what the nature of your relationship was with her? ROBERT How do you mean? GOWER You were an investor in her gallery? ROBERT Yes. GOWER How did you meet? ROBERT Through... I think at a charity function. My wife and I have a foundation. GOWER Do you know who introduced you? ROBERT I'm afraid I don't remember. GOWER When was the last time you saw her? EFTA00593514 54. ROBERT Last night, at her opening. Gower shifts, edging forward. GOWER Do you recall seeing anyone strange there? ROBERT How do you mean? GOWER Someone out of the ordinary. Maybe an ex-boyfriend, someone she might've taken a trip with? Perhaps a Frenchman...? ROBERT We... didn't discuss those things. GOWER She was just an employee. ROBERT Not an employee. I was an investor. GOWER What made you invest? ROBERT She had a great eye. She found me (points) those Calder prints, the ones on the wall there. They appreciated quickly, and on the strength of that I agreed to fund some of the gallery. GOWER (after a beat) Would you mind if we searched her apartment? ROBERT Why would I mind? GOWER It's in your company's name. Your permission would speed things along. ROBERT Of course. You've got it. GOWER Mr. Miller, is there anything else that you think might be relevant that you could help us with? EFTA00593515 55. ROBERT I can't really think of anything... But I can see something's troubling you. GOWER Well, it's just... Why would you lease an apartment for Ms. Cate? Is that something you do for many of your employees? ROBERT No, but she had recently moved from Paris if I remember, and she needed a place where she could entertain clients. GOWER So you leased her this apartment. ROBERT Our holding group did. You seem confused by this... GOWER I don't mean to be indelicate... ROBERT Please... GOWER From what we've been able to gather, Ms. Cate wasn't exactly an art star. I mean, she worked for a few dealers in Paris, but... ROBERT But why would I invest in her gallery and help her find a place to live? Gower cocks his head. ROBERT (CONT'D) I make investments in people I believe in. Nothing's a sure bet, but I thought Julie would do well, so I backed her, and she did. That's much of the sum of my business. GOWER (nods) Well, it looks like it's served you well. I won't take up any more of your time. (handing him a paper) Would you mind signing this consent form for the search? EFTA00593516 56. ROBERT Not at all. GOWER Good day. Gower heads out. We hold on Robert as he thinks a moment, then DIALS the phone. INT. ELLEN'S OFFICE - DAY A serene khaki suite with high-post windows and white upholstered furniture. On the walls are gala posters from various charity events. Ellen sits across her desk from SUSAN (30s), going over the guest list for the hospital event. ELLEN What about the Gaffneys? SUSAN Confirmed for a table. But you know how they are... ELLEN You mean the stiff mummy club? (off Susan's laugh) Yeah, they're charter members. We got their check, though? INT. ELLEN'S OFFICE - OUTER SUITE - CONTINUOUS MAE (30s) sits at a reception desk typing. The phone RINGS. MAE (into phone) Ellen Miller's office... May I say what this is regarding...? One moment, please. INT. ELLEN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Ellen's standing, cradling the phone and packing her handbag. Susan continues reviewing the list. ELLEN (into phone) I'll get you a tour... (MORE) EFTA00593517 57. ELLEN (CONT'D) Yes, we're there once a week, all my kids did summers there, it would be great for Sarah, you really get involved, you know, it's not just writing a check... Mae enters. MAE (softly) There's a Detective Gower on the line. Ellen holds up her hand, buying a moment. ELLEN (into phone) Of course... We'll see you Thursday. And we appreciate it... Nice to talk to you, too. (hanging up, to Mae) I'm sorry, who? MAE Detective Gower. ELLEN Did he say what he wanted? MAE No. Ellen smooths her suit and puts her bag over her shoulder. ELLEN Well, I can't talk to him now; I'm late for the Warrens. (heading to the door) Tell him I'll get back to him as soon as I can. (off her nod) Thanks, guys! INT. ELLEN'S OFFICE - OUTER SUITE - CONTINUOUS As she hits the exterior room, her smile quickly fades. She walks ahead, steely. INT. MILLER CAPITAL - OFFICE CORRIDOR - DAY Robert is heading down the hall towards the elevators. Gavin jogs up to him. EFTA00593518 58. GAVIN (out of breath) Robert, I just heard about Julie... I'm so sorry. ROBERT (managing a nod) You saw the Post? GAVIN What...? No- her mother just called from the airport. ROBERT Is there a service here? GAVIN Tomorrow at nine. ROBERT We'll cover all the expenses. Anything she wants. He puts his hand on Gavin's shoulder. ROBERT (CONT'D) I want you to take care of it, personally. GAVIN (nodding) Of course... Are you okay? ROBERT I'm fine. Did you reach Mayfield? The ELEVATOR arrives and Robert gets in. GAVIN Nothing yet, but we'll get him... (stares) Robert, I... ROBERT (genuine) Thank you for your concern. Gavin's still staring as the doors close. INT. JULIE'S LOFT - DAY A FORENSICS TEAM sweeps the apartment, collecting fingerprints, rug samples, etc. Gower supervises from the side. Mills approaches. EFTA00593519 59. MILLS How'd it go? GOWER He didn't admit the affair, but of course he couldn't. MILLS Why didn't you pick him up? GOWER He's a very rich man. MILLS Do I detect a little pussyness? GOWER What happened with the pay phones? Mills pulls out a SHEET from Verizon. MILLS Fifteen calls in a three-mile between one and four AM. Most were to trucking companies, but two look strange: an incoming that's probably a local drug deal... GOWER And the one we care about? MILLS A collect call. One and a half minutes. Made from the Chevron station on West Lake Road. GOWER Who'd he call? MILLS A prepaid cellphone in the Bronx. Still waiting on the address. GOWER (thinks) You're at the crash site. You're drunk... You hobble off the road... You're smart enough not to use your own cellphone. So you get to the pay phone... and you're a billionaire, but... you call someone in the Bronx? Mills' cellphone RINGS. EFTA00593520 60. MILLS (into phone) Hello...? Okay... 425 North Convent. (hangs up) GOWER Let's go. INT. MILLER CAPITAL - ACCOUNTANT'S OFFICE - DAY Brooke sits alone in the accountant's office we saw earlier. She reviews SPREADSHEETS on his COMPUTER and compares them with PRINTOUTS from a FILE CABINET that she has broken open. Numbers from the screen reflect across her reading glasses as she stares in disbelief. She DIALS a number. BROOKE (into phone) Peter...? Hey... No, I dunno. You should ask Mom... Look, I'm just going through some statements... I know it's... So, how much did you book last quarter?... No, I'm not... No, Peter, I'm just asking you... She's looking at an entry on the screen: "Miller Capital Management - PETER MILLER GROUP - $68.3MM" BROOKE (CONT'D) (into phone) Yeah... Thirty-five million. For your whole group, right?... It wasn't sixty-eight?... Of course it's a big number... No, I'm not... Oh, Jesus, Pete... Yeah, Goodbye. Brooke taps the keyboard and a PRINTER starts spitting out pages. Suddenly, Ben, the accountant we met earlier, appears. BEN What the fuck are you doing? Brooke bolts up, startled. She collects the papers she printed. BEN (CONT'D) Hello? BROOKE (holding up pages) Can you explain these? EFTA00593521 61. BEN Explain what? BROOKE Old Hill. All the numbers you've falsified. BEN (beat) You don't know what you're saying. Brooke nods, heads to the door. Ben put his arm on her shoulder to stop her. BROOKE Get out of my way. BEN Brooke... BROOKE You're hurting me. BEN Can't you just leave it alone? She stares at him. He drops his arm. She exits and turns. BROOKE You're fired, Ben. BEN You can't fire me. BROOKE I just did. BEN Who do you think asked me to make those changes? BROOKE Why don't you tell me? BEN (after a beat) You're not really that dumb, are you? EXT. CONVENT AVENUE - JIMMY'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY PEDESTRIANS hurriedly pass by this busy stretch of the Bronx near Grand Concourse. EFTA00593522 62. INT. UNDERCOVER CAR - SAME Gower and Mills wait. Jimmy approaches. They get out. EXT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS MILLS Mr. Grant? JIMMY Yes? GOWER NYPD Homicide, would you mind stepping into the car? JIMMY What's this about? GOWER Let's talk about that at the station. JIMMY Am I under arrest? MILLS Do you wanna be? Jimmy thinks for a minute. GOWER (softening) Just take a ride with us. JIMMY Alright. INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER Jimmy sits across the table from Mills and Gower. They show him PHOTOS of Julie's burned body at the crash site. GOWER Let's go over it again. JIMMY Man we been over it. GOWER You were asleep. JIMMY Right. EFTA00593523 63. GOWER And your phone rings. JIMMY Right. GOWER And it's a wrong number. Jimmy doesn't answer. GOWER (CONT'D) Why do you accept the charges on a collect call from a wrong number? JIMMY I don't think I wanna answer any more questions. GOWER And you stay on the phone a minute and a half on a wrong number? What the fuck do you talk about, area codes? JIMMY I want to talk to my lawyer. MILLS Listen, kid, we know you went out there. We ID'd your picture with a neighbor who saw you getting into your truck ten minutes after this call was made. JIMMY Well if you got that, what the fuck you need me for? GOWER I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation here. This is a homicide. JIMMY Lawyer. INT. SID'S LIMO - DAY Robert rides with Sid. He reviews a DOCUMENT entitled "MAPLE TRUST - James L. Grant - Beneficiary." ROBERT What about statute of frauds? EFTA00593524 64. SID It's a trust. All you're doing is making Jimmy a beneficiary. ROBERT They can't claim conspiracy? SID It's just an agreement to pay him certain monies at certain times, which you of course made some years ago according to this filing date. Robert nods, then signs the document, closing the folder. ROBERT You're gonna sign him out? SID I called in Earl Monroe. ROBERT Who? SID Civil rights attorney. You remember Crown Heights? ROBERT Why aren't you handling it yourself? SID I'd prefer not to draw all the dots for them. Earl's a great firewall. ROBERT He's the best? SID He's the best above 96th Street. And he's not cheap. Robert slumps back, staring out the window. ROBERT You've gotta get Jimmy out of this. SID It might not be that easy. If he doesn't cooperate they're likely to indict him on obstruction. ROBERT What would he be looking at? EFTA00593525 65. SID Hard to say. With his prior... Five years, maybe ten. Robert's silent. SID (CONT'D) (trying to be upbeat) Of course the state would have to prove that he lied to them... INT. BOND RELEASE AREA - DAY Jimmy stands at the counter as EARL MONROE (50s, Black) signs papers. Gower waits. GOWER (to Jimmy) This is not going to go away. Jimmy ignores him and exits with Earl. EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS Jimmy and Earl approach the waiting limo. At the door, they shake hands. EARL I'll call you tomorrow with any news. Don't worry. And don't say anything else. Jimmy nods and enters the limo as Earl walks off. INT. SID'S LIMO - CONTINUOUS The limo drives off. JIMMY All you said was you wanted a fucking ride! You didn't tell me you killed that girl! ROBERT Jimmy... JIMMY I'm trying to put my life back together. Okay, I appreciate you helped us, but now you're pushing it too far. EFTA00593526 66. ROBERT It's gonna be okay. JIMMY Like it was your ass sitting in there? Like you know a fucking thing about how it's gonna be? ROBERT Jimmy... JIMMY You got your own son for this. Why the hell'd you call me? ROBERT He would have fucked it up. JIMMY Well I'm sorry your son's a fuckin' idiot, but that ain't my fault. SID This isn't productive. JIMMY Oh, okay. So tell me then, Sid, what the fuck happens now? SID We're gonna meet with Earl and we'll go from there. I understand that right now they don't have enough to charge you with anything. ROBERT It's just suspicion. JIMMY Motherfucker, I'm Black! ROBERT I'm aware of that. JIMMY And what exactly would you like me to do about it? SID (BUZZING the driver) Gentlemen, I can't be party to this conversation, so this is where I get out... EFTA00593527 67. EXT. STREET Sid steps out of the limo and watches as it rolls away up lower Park Avenue. INT. LIMO - CONTINUOUS Back in mid-conversation. JIMMY Why couldn't you have just stayed? ROBERT I couldn't. JIMMY Why not? ROBERT Because I have responsibilities. And if I stayed there, a lot of people would've been hurt. JIMMY Somebody was hurt. ROBERT Other people, Jimmy. I've got business troubles, you understand...? Folks rely on me to get by. Jimmy chews on this, dissatisfied. ROBERT (CONT'D) Listen... the police are grasping at straws. Now I want to talk to you, because I was able to move some things around... (handing Jimmy the folder) and I've set up a trust for you with $2 Million dollars. All you have to do is... JIMMY (grabbing him hard) Are you fucking serious? You wanna hold that over me?! ROBERT WHAT ELSE IS THERE?! Jimmy releases Robert and calms down. They ride a while in silence. Then Jimmy rises and taps on the limo's partition. EFTA00593528 68. JIMMY (to the driver) Yo, yo man, pull the car over. ROBERT What are you gonna do? JIMMY I look like a fucking snitch to you? ROBERT (after a beat) Thank you, Jimmy. JIMMY Oh, man, fuck you. You better take a look in the mirror, pal. Jimmy exits. Robert stares ahead into space. The phone RINGS. ROBERT (agitated) What? CINDY (O.S.) I've got Chris Vogler from Deloitte, you asked me to interrupt you. ROBERT Put him through... (he hears Chris come on) Chris... CHRIS (O.S.) I've run into some problems. We're doing a "non-recommend." ROBERT (bewildered) What...? CHRIS (O.S.) They got compliance involved. I'm sorry. ROBERT Chris... CHRIS (O.S.) I've gotta go. ROBERT CHRIS! EFTA00593529 69. INT. POLICE IMPOUND LOT - DAY Forensic TECHNICIANS tear apart Julie's Mercedes. They comb the seat panels, use fluorescent imaging SCANNERS, spray LUMINOL. The car is a burnt wreck from the explosion. Gower supervises from the side. One of the TECHS approaches. TECH Mike... GOWER Yeah. TECH Take a look. He holds up an EVIDENCE BAG containing a Tiffany CUFF LINK in the shape of a horseshoe. GOWER That's it? (beat) What about prints, anything? TECH Come on, Mike. Fucking thing's burnt to a crisp. INT. POLICE OFFICE - LATER Gower reviews papers with Mills and his supervisor, FLORES. FLORES ...cause you don't have anything. MILLS (pointing to the papers) Right there! Eight months of phone calls, text messages... FLORES That just proves they were fucking. MILLS It proves he lied to Mike, doesn't it? GOWER (dejected) He didn't lie. He was... evasive. EFTA00593530 70. FLORES Which would make perfect sense if you were having an affair. Plus he's got an alibi. MILLS We didn't hear back from his wife. FLORES (shakes head) You don't need to. She's gonna corroborate it... MILLS Look- he was at the gallery. He was fucking the girl. He was sponsoring her Goddamn H1B visa! She had sent him an angry text that night... FLORES That's all very nice, but it doesn't mean anything unless you can put him at the scene. GOWER What about the cuff link? FLORES They make forty thousand of those a year. You're the one just told me that. GOWER So what, then, he just gets away with it? They sit in silence a moment. FLORES What about this kid you picked up? What do you know about him? MILLS We're still waiting on his sheet from Centre street. FLORES (staring at him, slowly) You think maybe you should go the fuck down there? INT. DELOITTE - VOGLER'S OFFICE HALLWAY - LATER Robert is arguing with a waiting SECRETARY. EFTA00593531 71. SECRETARY I'm sorry, Mr. Miller, as I explained from downstairs, he's on a call right now, and he said... He brushes past her. SECRETARY (CONT'D) Mr. Miller! INT. VOGLER'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Robert enters, locking the door behind him. Chris bolts up. CHRIS What the fuck...? ROBERT Tell me what's going on. Robert comes closer. Chris is freaking out. CHRIS I can't. ROBERT Tell me what's going on! CHRIS I can't! Robert GRABS Chris by the collar. ROBERT Why not?! CHRIS It's not me! ROBERT What do you mean it's not...? CHRIS THE AUDIT PASSED! ROBERT (slackening his grip) The audit passed? What do you mean the audit passed? CHRIS It passed! It passed a week ago! Everything's fine! We confirmed the money, it's all straight and done. EFTA00593532 72. ROBERT (beyond confused) Then... why? CHRIS They told me to hold it. ROBERT Who told you? CHRIS Mayfield. Robert thinks... and starts LAUGHING. ROBERT They're negotiating. They just want to get a better price! EXT. DELOITTE - DAY Robert exits the building with what looks to be, for the first time in the film, a real smile. INT. LIMO - DAY Robert DIALS his cell. HOTEL OPERATOR (O.S.) Sherry Netherland. ROBERT James Mayfield, please. HOTEL OPERATOR (O.S.) Who may I say is calling? ROBERT Robert Miller. HOTEL OPERATOR (O.S.) One moment, sir... We hear RINGING... MAYFIELD (O.S.) Mr. Miller. ROBERT I think it's time we had a talk. EFTA00593533 73. MAYFIELD (0.S.) Can you meet me at my hotel first thing tomorrow? INT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - DAY Jimmy and Reina sit at the kitchen table, the TRUST DOCUMENT with the $2 Million offer in front of them. JIMMY We got money saved. With the Virginia spot, we could... REINA Jim- this is a different world. We could do whatever we want! Think about what you could accomplish with this. What our kids could accomplish... JIMMY We don't have kids. REINA But if we did- think about it, that's all I'm saying. They'd have what his kids have. All the things we didn't. I mean they could do anything. JIMMY I could go to jail. REINA You said they can't prove it, right? JIMMY (beat) You don't feel the slightest bit fucked up about this? REINA Baby- you didn't know what happened when he called you, okay? You didn't do anything wrong. So it's a bad situation, sure. I'm just saying... Why don't we turn it around? INT. POLICE PRECINCT - DAY Gower's on the phone at his desk. EFTA00593534 74. GOWER (into phone) Yes, I understand that Mr. Tong, but it would really help if... The VID-E-O TAPE... At the gas station, yes... Hang, on, Mr. Tong, I can't understand what you're say... You taped over it...? Mills approaches, carrying a FOLDER. MILLS Mike... Gower looks up at him. Mills points to the folder and smiles. INT. POLICE OFFICE - DAY Gower and Mills sit with Flores as he stares at a SHEET. MILLS He was doing a little dealing a while back, but it looks like he stopped. FLORES Any family? GOWER They're all dead. FLORES (reading) Says he got popped for gun possession. How come he got probation? GOWER He had an excellent lawyer. FLORES (reading closer) How the fuck does this kid afford Sid Felder...? Gower hand Flores another FOLDER. GOWER We pulled his parents' tax returns. Guess where his father worked for twenty years? FLORES (reading) Miller Capital? (reading) (MORE) EFTA00593535 75. FLORES (CONT'D) He was the fucking driver?! (laughs) Wow, this guy's good... He puts down the sheet and leans back. FLORES (CONT'D) Where are you at with the kid? MILLS So far he won't budge. FLORES Well him you can move against. He's a convicted felon. Go get a warrant, put him in front of a grand jury, charge him with obstruction. Let's see how long he holds out when he realizes he's looking at ten years off the prior. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE CORRIDOR - LATER Robert enters, moving much slower. As he approaches Cindy, he sees a worried look on her face. CINDY Brooke's waiting for you... ROBERT Did we have a meeting? CINDY No, but she looked upset. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Robert enters. It's clear that Brooke has been crying. ROBERT Sweetie, are you alright? What's wrong? Brooke stands and holds out her hands. She has two copies of the "Old Hill Fund" balance sheets. Robert stands at the door a moment, collecting himself. ROBERT (CONT'D) Why don't we take a walk outside... INT. ELEVATOR EFTA00593536 76. Brooke follows Robert inside as they ride in silence. Robert stares alternately at the floor and mirrored walls in which he sees a distorted reflection. Brooke struggles to keep her mascara from running. EXT. STREET - AFTERNOON They head in silence down the street towards Gracie Park. EXT. GRACIE PARK - CONTINUOUS They arrive at the door. Robert inserts his key. INT. GRACIE PARK - CONTINUOUS They walk solemnly towards a park bench. Robert sits, motions to Brooke. BROOKE I'll stand. ROBERT Brooke... BROOKE How could you? ROBERT How could I what?... BROOKE Oh, no, no we're definitely not playing that game. Because if you lie to me now -- I will never speak to you again. ROBERT So you know. BROOKE Of course I know. Didn't you think I'd find out? ROBERT I did. BROOKE Then why didn't you tell me? ROBERT Because I hoped you wouldn't. EFTA00593537 77. BROOKE Dad, what the hell did you do? ROBERT Now wait just a Goddamn minute. What do you think we're doing up there? We're just placeholders. There's no magic. We barely beat the stock market! BROOKE What does that have to do with anything? Why did you commit fraud? ROBERT Because we're fucking broke! Everything's gone. We have nothing. BROOKE How... does that happen? ROBERT Brooke -- you don't understand. Somebody comes along, "Hey, put your money here, there's this mine, it's in Russia, all we need is a hundred million, you'll triple it in six months." So you check it out, you fly down there. The geological survey- it all fits. And no, technically it's not within the fund charter, but neither was the fucking crash, so you say, alright, I've been in this business thirty years, I know a thing or two. And then a hundred million becomes two hundred, and two hundred becomes four hundred, but it's springing money, the well is leaking money, there's so much oil flowing through the ground that it's all you can do to grab it with your hands and shuffle it into the pail. You can't stop collecting it. And you're the oracle, you've done housing, you've done credit swaps, you arb'd Brazilian spot gold and you rode the silver wave, and yes, again, you know it's outside the charter, but you ARE FUCKING MINTING MONEY! IT'S A LICENSE TO PRINT MONEY! IT'S GOD!... BROOKE Until... He takes a deep breath. EFTA00593538 78. ROBERT Until it misses... And the money's trapped. And all the cliches about yourself you worried were true, one day, you realize, they are. So you become that thing. You made your bed. There's no way to predict it. It's like a plane crash. It just happens. BROOKE Nothing just happens. ROBERT Brooke, you're young, but not young enough to be that thick. It HAPPENS. And you better pray one day it doesn't HAPPEN to you, which, thanks to me, it probably won't... BROOKE And everybody thought you were so smart... ROBERT ...and they wanted to buy the company, so, fine, let them buy it. I borrowed the money from Jeffrey to plug the hole, I put it there for a month, they see it all looks right, we hand the company over, I send Jeffrey his money back, make right our investors, and okay, we'll have to make due with what's left. At least we get to keep the house. BROOKE Everybody wins, right? ROBERT You wanted me to let our investors go bankrupt? BROOKE What... gives you the audacity to think you can make those decisions? ROBERT It's my job. BROOKE No, it's illegal. And I'm your partner. I put my whole life into this. Didn't you think you needed to discuss this with me? EFTA00593539 79. ROBERT And what would you have said if I had? Would you have really been willing to do what was needed? (off her silence) You see, I can't afford to be that naive. BROOKE (shakes her head, half-laughs) I should have seen it faster... I'm so stupid. ROBERT (trying the begging hand) Brooke, it's not too late. The charter's got broad language. I put "Preferred Bill Trading" in there. They're three words. Who knows what they mean? As long as the consulting firms don't know we're riding them... BROOKE I know! And you've done it to US! All those years, you said you were working, you were building som... ROBERT ...I was building... BROOKE ROBERT- YOUR NAME IS OURS! Don't you know what you've done to us? They pass a moment in silence. ROBERT What do you plan to do? BROOKE (after a beat) I don't know... ROBERT (deep sigh) I'm going to tell you something now. And I don't know if it will mean anything to you, in many ways, I don't expect it will, and I wouldn't blame you for anything you decide, not that it would matter. But here it goes: I'm on my own path. It's up to you to move with it or against it. (MORE) EFTA00593540 80. ROBERT (CONT'D) But I'm the patriarch; that's my role. And I have to play it. BROOKE You know... you've been buying people cheap my whole life... I just never thought you'd get so cheap with yourself. She walks off. Hold on Robert alone in the park. INT. COURTHOUSE HALL - AFTERNOON Gower walks with DEFERLITO (48), who rifles through a FOLDER. DEFERLITO ...cause it's not gonna hold. GOWER It doesn't need to hold. It just needs to scare him into giving up Miller. DEFERLITO What is it, Mike, you're stalled out mid-career so you're reaching for a high-note? Who gives a fuck? GOWER This is about Rittenband, isn't it? It's cause he's running again! DEFERLITO You wanna cost him his seat on a profiling claim? Against Earl Monroe? GOWER (switching tacks) I'm getting a piece of new evidence that'll seal it a hundred percent. DEFERLITO Good, then come back when you got it. GOWER Ray, I'll have it before you go in the jury room... Now, look, we're hot on this kid and I don't wanna lose him. Think about it: if we flip him, you get Robert Miller. What's that worth to Rittenband, and you...? (hard) (MORE) EFTA00593541 81. GOWER (CONT'D) Twenty years we watch these guys out- lawyer us, out-buy us. I'm fucking sick of it. The guy did it. He gets a walk cause he's on CNBC? Deferlito stops, stares, then signs the ARREST WARRANT. DEFERLITO You better not fuck me. He walks off. Gower holds a beat, then pulls out his CELL. GOWER (into phone) Yeah... Who's our guy at the toll authority? EXT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - DUSK Gower waits alone in his sedan. Jimmy approaches the building. Gower exits his car and walks over to him. JIMMY (seeing Gower) Oh, man, what? GOWER Take a ride with me. JIMMY Back to the station? GOWER No, man, just a ride. JIMMY What if I say no? GOWER I'm not threatening you. I'm just asking you to take a ride with me. Jimmy considers, gets into Gower's car. INT. SEDAN - DRIVING They drive a while in silence. JIMMY Alright, man, what? GOWER Look, it's pretty fuckin' simple. I know you went to pick him up. EFTA00593542 82. JIMMY This is what you wanna talk about? I told you I ain't makin' any statements. GOWER And I know why. JIMMY Somebody cares? GOWER Listen: I am not playing around with you. I know how to do that. And you've been on the other side of this stuff before, so you know how I would do that. Take a look at this case folder. (hands it to him) I've got his phone calls, text messages. I've got the relationship. I got the testimony of her friends, family. They were fucking. They were lovers. (beat) And then I've got you. I've got the time log from the pay phone. I've a got a fucking tollbooth photograph of you driving your car through the Triborough. Jimmy thumbs through the FOLDER. There's no tollbooth PHOTO. JIMMY Where? GOWER It's coming. JIMMY That's impossible, cause I didn't do it. GOWER You think a jury will believe that? Jimmy's silent. GOWER (CONT'D) You gave me a statement that you were home in bed. You lied to me. You lied to the police. You obstructed justice. JIMMY Talk to Earl. GOWER Fuck Earl! You see this? (holds up the arrest warrant) (MORE) EFTA00593543 83. GOWER (CONT'D) This means tomorrow you come to court. And tomorrow in court I'm gonna ask for a felony obstruction indictment, and with this evidence, I'm gonna get one. And then we're gonna prosecute and win the case, and with your prior, you are going to prison for fifteen fucking years... You might get out in ten. You'll be what then, thirty-three, with no job, no girl, no life? That's what you want? Jimmy just sits there. GOWER (CONT'D) I know you think Robert's your friend. JIMMY Who's Robert? GOWER I know about your father. JIMMY (beat, then hard) You don't know a Goddamn thing about my father. GOWER I know Robert paid his bills while he was dying. I know he got Sid Felder to get you out of trouble on your gun charge. And I got a pretty good guess who's paying Earl Monroe's bills. But all that doesn't add up to this. JIMMY Pull the car over. GOWER So what, you're his new nigger now? Jimmy grabs at the door violently. It's locked. JIMMY OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! GOWER (slows the car) Kid, I really am trying to help you. You didn't kill that girl. He did. You know she has a mother? Her mother's mourning her right now. (MORE) EFTA00593544 84. GOWER (CONT'D) She's a Catholic. And because he cut off her head, she can't even have an open-casket funeral. JIMMY Will you open the door? Gower unlocks it. As Jimmy gets out, Gower touches his arm. GOWER You're a bright kid. You got your whole life waiting for you. Don't let him use you like this. Do the right thing. Jimmy turns and walks up the block. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - LATER THAT NIGHT It's nearly empty. Ramon, the limo driver, plays Solitaire at a COMPUTER. Robert sits with Sid in the next room. SID He's gonna walk. ROBERT You're certain? SID He says he was at home, why shouldn't he be? A phone call doesn't make him a liar. (off Robert's nod) But what you should really be asking yourself, case or no, is: will he scare? ROBERT (beat) He's not like us. SID Is that a good thing? Robert takes off his READING GLASSES, rubs his eyes. Then he stands and starts collecting PAPERS into his BRIEFCASE. SID (CONT'D) How's Ellen? ROBERT The same... (stops packing, looks up) Why? EFTA00593545 85. SID I heard a rumor... ROBERT Yes...? SID She met with Gil Deutchman. ROBERT The estate lawyer? SID Yeah. Has she mentioned anything? ROBERT Not to me. They sit in silence. INT. CRIMINAL COURT - FELONY INDICTMENTS - THE NEXT DAY We see Jimmy in the witness box before 23 GRAND JURORS. The prosecutor, DeFerlito, asks questions. Gower watches from the back, seated across the aisle from Earl Monroe. DEFERLITO That was the night of December twelfth. JIMMY Yes. DEFERLITO You received a phone call? JIMMY Yes. DEFERLITO Who called you? Jimmy stares at DeFerlito. JIMMY It was a wrong number. DEFERLITO That's a lie, isn't it, Mr. Grant? JIMMY No. EFTA00593546 86. DEFERLITO You stayed on the phone one-and-a- half minutes... Mr. Grant, isn't it the case that you know exactly who called you and exactly why? Why are you lying to this court? JIMMY I'm not lying. DeFerlito turns and walks back to the prosecutor's table. He picks up a PHOTOGRAPH and hands it to a CLERK. DEFERLITO I'm going to introduce into evidence People's A. This is a toll booth photograph taken in the northbound ninth lane of the Triborough bridge. Mr. Grant, would you read the date and time stamp indicated on the lower right hand corner? Jimmy stares at the photograph in disbelief. JIMMY This is crazy. DEFERLITO Mr. Grant, please answer the question. JIMMY December 12th, one fourty-three am. DEFERLITO Would you read the license plate number of the vehicle passing through the toll? JIMMY D D G five five four two. DEFERLITO (handing in another sheet) This is People's B, a printout from the Department of Motor Vehicles plate registry... Mr. Grant, are those numbers on the toll photograph the same ones that are on your own license plate? Jimmy's still staring at the picture. Earl watches, concerned. DEFERLITO (CONT'D) Mr. Grant? EFTA00593547 87. JIMMY Yes. DEFERLITO Yes, the numbers are the same? JIMMY Yes. DEFERLITO How do you explain that? JIMMY I can't. DEFERLITO But that is your car in this photograph, isn't it? JIMMY No. DEFERLITO No, that is not your car? (off his silence) Answer the question, Mr. Grant. INT. GRAND JURY COURT HALL - LATER Jimmy exits the courtroom and approaches Earl, taking a seat next to him on the bench. EARL What was that? JIMMY Some real bullshit. Before Earl can respond, Gower exits and walks over to them. GOWER I can halt the decision. EARL We need a minute, Detective. GOWER What about you, Jimmy? You need a minute? Jimmy doesn't answer. Gower sits down next to them. GOWER (CONT'D) Cause if you do we could... EFTA00593548 88. JIMMY Man, just shut the fuck up. GOWER You wanna keep playing games? Or are you ready to tell me something? EARL Detective, I need to talk to my client. Now will you please... JIMMY How the fuck you all lie like that? GOWER We didn't lie. You lied. JIMMY That wasn't my car. EARL ...Jimmy, don't say anything else. GOWER Sure it wasn't. And it was a telemarketer called you from the pay phone, right? He stopped at the Chevron to make a late night sale? JIMMY You know that picture's bullshit... EARL ...Jimmy, stop! Detective, what's going on? GOWER Go ahead, Jimmy. Tell him. See how the boss'll like this one. Earl stares at Jimmy, waiting. The bell RINGS. GOWER (CONT'D) Last chance. Jimmy's silent. Gower shakes his head. EARL (rising, to Jimmy) Wait here. Gower and Earl enter the courtroom. CLOSE ON: EFTA00593549 89. Jimmy, as he stares out the 11th floor window towards Brooklyn. In the distance, the Woolworth building. INT. FRANK CAMPBELL FUNERAL HOME - DAY About thirty people in a room too big for them. At the front are tasteful flower BOUQUETS surrounding Julie's CASKET. Robert enters and spots some of the people from the art opening, including Julie's gallery assistant. She looks at him quietly, then quickly looks away. There is no organized service; people are just walking up to the casket and saying prayers. Robert takes his place in a short line, following them. A beautiful woman in her 50's, SANDRINE, walks up next to him. SANDRINE Mr. Miller? ROBERT (turning) Yes? SANDRINE I'm Sandrine Cate, Julie's mother. He stops, falters a little, then hardens. ROBERT It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Cote. I'm sorry for your loss. SANDRINE (nods, then) I just wanted to thank you for everything you did for my daughter. ROBERT (shaking his head softly) No... SANDRINE You believed in her, and you gave her a chance. She was happy. I know she was happy. ROBERT It's just... (emotional) not fair, is it? Sandrine starts to tear. Robert moves in and HUGS her, hard. EFTA00593550 90. ROBERT (CONT'D) (whispers) She was a shining star. She could've done anything she wanted. (beat) This shouldn't have happened. She pulls back a little. Robert nods, smiles a pained smile. SANDRINE I think I have to go lie down now for a while. ROBERT How long will you stay in town? SANDRINE Just till tomorrow. I'm taking her home... With all these beautiful flowers you gave us. ROBERT Call me if you need anything. She nods and exits. Hold on Robert, staring at the casket. He touches it, softly, holds his hand there a moment. Then he turns and walks outside. EXT. FRANK CAMPBELL FUNERAL HOME - DAY Robert waits for his limo. In the distance, he spots Mills and Gower sitting inside their SEDAN, watching him. Robert and Gower lock eyes. Gower gets out of his car. Robert offers a slight nod. Gower doesn't respond. Robert's limo arrives. He enters it and drives off. INT. SHERRY NETHERLAND HOTEL - RESTAURANT - DAY JAMES MAYFIELD (50s) waits alone at a table. Robert enters. They shake hands, then sit. ROBERT You keep sending people to my office to "do business." MAYFIELD They're getting acquainted. EFTA00593551 91. ROBERT With the intricacies of my operation so that you can... not buy it? MAYFIELD You remember what it was like on our side of the fence. Everything just moves... a little slower. Plus this whole audit mess doesn't help. You know, clearing that... ROBERT Fuck you. MAYFIELD Excuse me...? ROBERT FUCK - YOU. I'm the Oracle of Gracie Square. You came to me. I didn't come to you. MAYFIELD Robert, I... ROBERT No. Forget it, forget it... I run a comfortable -- excuse me -- I run a THRIVING business, that has returned year-to-date 15.4% percent to our investors, or approximately $273 Million, from a trading operation that you don't have and that we both know that you need, or else you never would've called. You on the other hand, have taken a salary of 18 Million, and delivered a falling share prices of what, what, minus fourteen dollars? And therein having lost your investors roughly... THREE AND A HALF BILLION - TELL ME -- WHY - THE FUCK - DO I - NEED YOU? MAYFIELD Let's just calm... ROBERT ...so we issue a press release today, say there is no deal, never was, quell all the rumors. You won't be buying Old Hill, Quantum- you won't be buying anything. (MORE) EFTA00593552 92. ROBERT (CONT'D) I'll continue to earn my returns, and while I sail into my twilight years, your stock drops a couple bucks on yet another failed acquisition attempt. Bodes well for your tenure, doesn't it? MAYFIELD Your price is too high. Robert stands. ROBERT Have a good day. MAYFIELD (quickly) Four hundred. ROBERT Five-fifty. MAYFIELD Four-fifty. ROBERT Five twenty-five. That's it. Yes or no? (short beat) Say no and any further communication goes to my wastebasket. MAYFIELD (extending his hand) It's a deal. ROBERT (grasping it) One more thing -- six months and I'm out. My daughter's gonna run it. You know her, you trust her. MAYFIELD Alright. ROBERT And you're gonna have to make my son a VP. MAYFIELD Robert... ROBERT He doesn't have to do anything, he just gets the salary and the office. (MORE) EFTA00593553 93. ROBERT (CONT'D) Both of 'em on five-year employment contracts, and my lawyers draft them. Yes or no? MAYFIELD Yes. Robert pulls out a pen and jots down the deal points they have just outlined onto the paper TABLECLOTH. MAYFIELD (CONT'D) What are you doing? ROBERT Writing the deal. MAYFIELD Are you serious? ROBERT (ripping off the tablecloth) Sign it. Mayfield thinks a moment, then reaches over and signs the table cloth. Robert does the same and then folds it into his pocket. MAYFIELD I'll send over a draft of the press release. As Robert stands to go, he clutches his bruised rib. MAYFIELD (CONT'D) Are you all right? ROBERT I'm fine... Before I go -- you would've paid...? MAYFIELD Six hundred. And you would've taken...? ROBERT Four seventy-five. MAYFIELD So we made a good deal. ROBERT That's a nice moniker for you. INT. ROBERT'S MANSION - GYM - MORNING Ellen exercises on a STAIRMASTER. Brooke enters and joins her on a nearby ELLIPTICAL. EFTA00593554 94. ELLEN (working up a good sweat) Hi, sweetheart. BROOKE Hi. Brooke rides the machine hard. ELLEN (noticing, smiling) You're on level six? BROOKE (breathing heavy already) Yeah... ELLEN Maybe you should pace yourself. Brooke fakes a smile, ignoring her, and rides harder. ELLEN (CONT'D) Honey, what is it? BROOKE Nothing. ELLEN Is it the deal? BROOKE (strides faster) No. ELLEN You want me to guess? (no response) You're being silly. Brooke stabs "Stop" on the machine, quickly cooling down. BROOKE (heading to the door) I just thought I'd say good morning. Sorry to bother you. ELLEN (a beat) Did you handle the hospital? BROOKE No. EFTA00593555 95. ELLEN He didn't sign the check? BROOKE No. ELLEN Brooke, what's going on? BROOKE I don't know if we're going to be able to deliver the check. ELLEN Why not? BROOKE There are some issues related to the closing. ELLEN We don't lie to each other. BROOKE I'm not lying to you. ELLEN (a beat) I heard a policeman showed up at the office? What's that about? BROOKE I honestly don't know. ELLEN Your father's walking around with a cut on his face, hiding some pain in his stomach. He hasn't slept all week. Now there's no money for a routine gift. This doesn't strike you as strange? BROOKE Of course it does. ELLEN What do you have to say about it? BROOKE (a beat) He's my father. I have to trust him, don't I? She turns and heads to the door. EFTA00593556 96. ELLEN You have to do what's best for your life. Not his, not mine, not anyone else's. Your life. Brooke stops, pauses without turning, then continues out. INT. MILLER CAPITAL - FRONT OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER We track with Brooke through the main trading room. Tons of PEOPLE buzzing around. She slowly surveys the scene. An ASSISTANT approaches. ASSISTANT I printed the account log you asked for. Brooke puts on her reading glasses. BROOKE Where? ASSISTANT Eating your desk. BROOKE (manages a smile) Thanks. INT. MILLER CAPITAL - BROOKE'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS Brooke sits at her desk staring down at the giant ream of "Old Hill Fund" DOT MATRIX PRINTOUTS in front of her. She uses her COMPUTER to log into an ACCOUNTING program, inputting a password and bringing up the "Old Hill Fund." Tons of numbers on the screen. She moves her mouse and clicks a button marked: "APPROVE." A dialog box pops back up: "You have marked this account approved." Brooke stands and lifts the ream of paper off her desk, throwing it into the wastebasket. Then she turns her body to the glass wall and stares out at the skyline. INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - LATER Robert works at his desk. EFTA00593557 97. SECRETARY (over intercom) Will Simon from Citibank on A. ROBERT (into phone) Will, what's up? SIMON (0.S.) I just wanted to let you know that you received a wire transfer of $525 Million this morning from JP Morgan. We placed it into the "Old Hill Fund," per your instructions. ROBERT Excellent. SIMON (0.S.) We also honored a redemption request. $462 million credited back to Greenberg and Associates. ROBERT (beat) Thank you, Will. He hangs up, then turns to his computer and composes an email: "To Jeffrey Greenberg: 'And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, 0 ye of little faith?' Thanks for always being a supreme ass. Goodbye." Robert stands and dials the INTERCOM. ROBERT (CONT'D) (into phone) Assemble the Executive Committee. INT. MILLER CAPITAL - CONFERENCE ROOM - LATER Brooke, Peter, Gavin, and many of the various STAFF we have met are gathered around a long conference table. Robert stands at the front of the room. ROBERT ...many of you I'll see at the gala tomorrow. But as the sale's official as of this afternoon, you are now free to discuss it. Any further questions? EFTA00593558 98. PETER (jovial) Will we get new business cards? ROBERT (nods) Everyone but you. They all stand and shuffle out. Gavin holds back with Robert. GAVIN (sotto) How'd you make Mayfield come around? ROBERT I met his price. I just took it out of your share. Robert? Yeah. Good work. GAVIN ROBERT GAVIN ROBERT I'm glad I meet with your approbation. Now go and fetch me the hospital check. Gavin walks off. Robert's cell RINGS. ROBERT (CONT'D) (into phone) Hello? SID (0.S.) It's not good... INT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - DUSK Jimmy sits on the sofa watching "Wheel of Fortune." Reina cooks dinner. The INTERCOM BUZZES. She walks over to it. REINA (over intercom) Hello? EXT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - DUSK Robert leans into the entrance INTERCOM. EFTA00593559 99. ROBERT I'm looking for Jimmy. REINA (0.S.) Who's this? ROBERT It's Robert. A pause. The door BUZZES open. INT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT Jimmy answers the door. Robert enters in silence. Reina crosses and heads to the bedroom. Jimmy gestures to the table. Robert sits, not saying anything. Jimmy heads to the kitchen. JIMMY You want something to drink? ROBERT What you got? JIMMY Not much. ROBERT You got any milk? JIMMY No. ROBERT I'll take a water. Jimmy starts running the tap. Robert notices the moving BOXES. ROBERT (CONT'D) Where are you going? JIMMY What? ROBERT The boxes. JIMMY I was planning on Virginia, but it looks like I'm not going anymore. Jimmy returns with the water. Robert take a drink. EFTA00593560 100. JIMMY (CONT'D) You waiting for me to say something? ROBERT I told you not to take the toll. JIMMY Yes, you did. ROBERT I said "Listen to what I have to tell you and follow my directions, listen to me closely, do the following just like I say." JIMMY Yes. You said all that. ROBERT But you took the toll. JIMMY No, I did not. ROBERT Come on, Jimmy, don't fucking lie to me... JIMMY I'm not! I took ninety-five all the Goddamn way there. I did what you said: I didn't stop. I didn't take the Triborough. I followed all your fucking instructions. ROBERT So where'd they get the picture? JIMMY You tell me. ROBERT So, you're saying... it's a fake? JIMMY How'd you get so rich again? ROBERT Jimmy... JIMMY Hey, Jimmy nothing. This is my life, man! Earl's telling me it could be ten years. Ten fucking years! How much are ten years worth? EFTA00593561 101. ROBERT Don't make me answer that. JIMMY Look man, I told you, I ain't a fuckin' snitch, but this is really bad. Reina and I got a whole plan we're about to make happen next week! ROBERT What plan? JIMMY I got money saved; I'm buying a business. ROBERT What business? JIMMY I bought an Applebee's. ROBERT What's an Applebee's? JIMMY It's a fucking restaurant, man, it's a chain restaurant. ROBERT You bought an Applebee's in Virginia? JIMMY Is this really what you came here to talk about? What are you gonna do? ROBERT It's not that simple, Jimmy. I have people depending on me. JIMMY Yeah, me! ROBERT No, I mean, I'm in a situation now... JIMMY What situation? ROBERT I told you... right now, if I were to speak, a lot of people would get hurt. Can you try to understand that? EFTA00593562 102. JIMMY And what about me? What about my situation? (off his silence) They showed me pictures, man; that's fucked up what you did. And yeah, I know, all the people counting on you, whatever, but you told me Earl was gonna make this right. Now you know I care about you, all the things you did for us, I owe you, okay, but man-- Earl said they're offering me a deal, no charges at all. I walk away. They just want to know who I went to pick up. (beat) Why are you putting me in this position? ROBERT (standing) Can you just hang tight? Just a little longer? JIMMY Alright, man, but Earl said the deal's on the table for twenty-four hours. After that, they're filing the case, and Earl says we're gonna lose. ROBERT (nods) I hear you. I'll be back with you as soon as I can. Just hang on. Jimmy nods. Robert walks out. Reina crosses back into the living room as he approaches the door and exits. REINA You have to give him up. JIMMY You said take the money. REINA That was to keep quiet, not to go away. (beat) What's he offering you now? JIMMY What can he offer me? INT. ROBERT'S LIMO - NIGHT The limo drives down Fifth Avenue. Robert's on the phone. EFTA00593563 103. SID (O.S.) We went to the toll authority. They said they gave the tape to the cops. I've requested our investigator go examine it at the evidence room, but what's the point? ROBERT He says he didn't take the toll. SID (O.S.) And you believe him? ROBERT (after a beat) Does Morgan have clawback? SID (O.S.) I don't take your meaning? ROBERT Let's say I decide to go in... SID (O.S.) Have you lost your mind? ROBERT No, just listen. If I were to surrender now, could they undo the sale? SID (O.S.) (after a beat) No, what's done is done. There's no intent to defraud. You haven't warranted any behavior. So it's just money. ROBERT Four years, you think? SID (O.S.) At this point- I dunno, they're not gonna make it easy.... I really suggest you think about this. ROBERT (beat) Call the DA, get it started. Robert hangs up. He stares out the window at Central Park. INT. ROBERT'S MANSION - NIGHT He enters the foyer and ascends the steps to his bedroom. EFTA00593564 104. INT. ROBERT'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS No Ellen. He looks at his watch: "11:30PM." He moves over towards the bed and dials the tableside PHONE. ROBERT (into phone) Yes. Did Mrs. Miller say where she was going tonight...? Aha... No, I'm sure... I'll try her cell. He clicks off and DIALS another number, hears Ellen's voice mail come on the line, and hangs up. He exhales and lies down on the bed in his clothes, staring at the ceiling. He lies motionless a moment. And then he sits up, thinks, and shakes his head. He quickly picks up the phone, stabbing at the keys. ROBERT (CONT'D) (into phone) Sid...? Yeah- call Earl, tell him to get his car and meet us at my house in twenty minutes... And, Sid...? Bring a notary. EXT. TRIBOROUGH BRIDGE - NIGHT A steady stream of rain-soaked CARS passes through the toll. We follow a BLUE LEXUS as it approaches the far right lane. INT. LEXUS - SAME Earl Monroe pays the TOLL CLERK through the window, getting a RECEIPT. Then he pulls his car to the side of the road, parking at a BUILDING labelled "Port Authority - Administration." He opens a LAPTOP on the passenger seat, typing numbers from the toll receipt into a little box on the screen. A portable PRINTER spits out pages. Earl stamps them with a NOTARY. INT. TOLL AUTHORITY - NIGHT Earl waits at the front desk of the drab government office. BRENT, a balding man in his 30's, approaches. BRENT I'm Brent Owens, the night supervisor. How can I help you? EFTA00593565 105. EARL (handing him some papers) Hello, Brent. I'm executing a criminal evidence subpoena. I need to get a look at one of your lane tapes. Brent looks over the papers, confused. BRENT I don't understand. This says you want to look at a tape made ten minutes ago...? INT. ROBERT'S LIMO - CONTINUOUS Robert and Sid stare ahead, silently. Sid tries to say something. ROBERT (holding up his hand) Just wait. Sid slumps back. They keep staring at nothing. EXT. TRIBOROUGH BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS Robert's limo idles by the side of the road, hazards flashing. Earl jogs up to it, trying to keep dry. INT. ROBERT'S LIMO - CONTINUOUS A RAPPING noise on the window startles Sid, who rolls it down, sees Earl, and opens the door. Earl climbs inside, removing a dripping-wet PLASTIC BAG from his breast pocket as he talks. EARL They won't release tapes without a court order, but they gave me a print out, the same kind they used at Jimmy's indictment. Earl reaches inside the bag and removes the PHOTOGRAPH he got from the toll authority. He lays it on the counter. It's from a toll camera, showing his car and license plate. ROBERT (to Earl) The Lexus- that's your car, your plate? Earl nods. EFTA00593566 106. ROBERT (CONT'D) (to Sid) Where's Jimmy's? Sid lays the PHOTOGRAPH we saw earlier of Jimmy's car going through the toll onto the counter next to the one Earl has just placed there. Robert picks up a high-end MAGNIFYING GLASS and leans over to look at the two photos. CLOSE-UP: He scans the photograph of Earl's car, moving slowly through it left-to-right. Then he scans the photograph of Jimmy's car, passing left-to- right until -- He passes back by the license plate area and stops -- The lines around the license plate of Jimmy's car are all slightly-pixelated. He switches back to the plate on Earl's car. The lines are fine. Back to Jimmy's. Pixelated. Robert puts down the magnifier, straightens, and smiles. INT. JUDGE'S CHAMBERS - THE NEXT DAY Earl sits across from DA Deferlito and Gower. JUDGE RITTENBAND reviews both TOLL PHOTOS with a MAGNIFYING GLASS. RITTENBAND They look a little different to me, too... Is there a reason you haven't allowed Mr. Monroe's investigator to conduct his own analysis? DEFERLITO We've had some issues regarding chain-of-title... RITTENBAND ...You don't have them anymore. You're to meet him with the evidence in the next hour. DEFERLITO I'm afraid that's not possible. A beat. EFTA00593567 107. RITTENBAND Where's the tape? (another beat) Am I not speaking loud enough? GOWER Your honor... RITTENBAND Yes? DEFERLITO It seems there's been... RITTENBAND ...Let him tell me. GOWER We can't find it. RITTENBAND Come again? GOWER It's not in the evidence locker. RITTENBAND Where is it? GOWER We don't know. Silence. Rittenband gets up, paces. RITTENBAND I'll ask you one last time, detective. Where is the tape? GOWER (after a beat) We lost it. RITTENBAND (sits) In light of these developments, and I would think you should be very happy to hear this, with Mr. Monroe's approval I'm going to offer Mr. Deferlito the opportunity to voluntarily dismiss the indictment to save us all a bunch of embarrassment. EFTA00593568 108. DEFERLITO I don't feel comfortable with that, your honor. RITTENBAND Further I'm going to put all charges against Mr. Grant under seal. The case is dismissed with prejudice and it is not to be refiled. If you have another suspect in the automobile death then go ahead and present them, but Mr. Grant is free from any further inquiry in this matter. This is over. Do I have your understanding? INT. JUDGE'S CHAMBERS - EXIT HALL Everyone is filing out. As Gower hits the door, Judge Rittenband grabs his arm. RITTENBAND Hang on a second... GOWER Yes, your honor? RITTENBAND (beat) You finessed that, didn't you...? GOWER I'm sorry? RITTENBAND .You fucking finessed it. I know it, and you know it. GOWER ...Judge... RITTENBAND (puts his hand on Gower's arm, leans in) Don't finesse it. I know who you're after. And I saw all the evidence, not just the toll pictures. But you gotta get him the right way. GOWER (beat) We don't have anything. EFTA00593569 109. RITTENBAND Hey... Time is on your side. Just hang in. Maybe you'll get lucky. INT. COURTHOUSE HALL - MOMENTS LATER Mills waits on a nearby bench, watching as Gower exits the chambers, confused. DeFerlito walks up to Gower, yells at him, then walks off. Mills approaches. MILLS What happened? INT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - LATER Jimmy takes a last look around his near-empty one-bedroom, a GYM BAG slung over his shoulder. He pulls out his cell and DIALS, closing the front door behind him. JIMMY (into phone) Rei...? Yeah, I'll be by in a little. EXT. BENCH OUTSIDE COFFEE SHOP ON IRVING - AFTERNOON Robert and Jimmy sit. Jimmy looks at the TRUST DOCUMENT. ROBERT You didn't hurt anybody. You helped a lot of people. JIMMY And now this makes it all okay? ROBERT No, it just makes it easier. JIMMY (beat) You worried I'm gonna say something? ROBERT No. Jimmy keeps staring at the document. ROBERT (CONT'D) So... Why Applebee's? JIMMY Rei's cousin works in the foreclosure office down there, and he's smart. EFTA00593570 110. ROBERT How much did they owe? JIMMY 40k. ROBERT And you bought it for that? JIMMY Yup. ROBERT Where'd you get 40k? (no answer) You dealing again? JIMMY You're asking me that like, what, outta parental concern or some shit? A beat. ROBERT You've grown up a lot since we first met. I'm sorry I wasn't around for more of it. I'm sorry about a lot of things. JIMMY Oh, save it, man. You asked me to come down here, so I came, not to get your "thanks" and your "sorries" but cause I wanted to get something straight between us, and that's this: we're even. ROBERT No. What you did was beyond money. JIMMY Nothing's beyond money for you. (pointing to the document) And if I take this, then what does that say about me? He thinks a moment, then folds the document and puts it in his pocket. JIMMY (CONT'D) Fuck it. I'm gonna take your money and do something good with it. They stand and shake hands. EFTA00593571 INT. ROBERT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Ellen is dressed in a full BALL GOWN. She sits at a table finishing her MAKE-UP. Robert enters and begins changing into a TUXEDO. She doesn't say anything. He waits a moment, then... ROBERT (tying his tie) What? She ignores him. ROBERT (CONT'D) What is it? ELLEN You spoke to Brooke? He slows... Something's brewing. ROBERT Did she tell you that? ELLEN No. She didn't have to. He stops tying his tie, approaches Ellen. ROBERT Ellen... ELLEN Oh, don't. ROBERT What? ELLEN Just don't. He slumps against the wall, waiting for the barrage to start. And then it comes. ELLEN (CONT'D) No, you don't have to worry, our daughter didn't tell me your little secret. ROBERT I explained to Brooke that... EFTA00593572 112. ELLEN ...you explained, did you? (a beat) Did you tell her everything? ROBERT Yes. ELLEN Everything? ROBERT Yes. ELLEN You're such a liar. You're such a fucking liar you even look me in the eyes when you lie to me. ROBERT Ellen... ELLEN You told her everything?! Lift up your shirt. He just stands there. ELLEN (CONT'D) LIFT UP YOUR SHIRT! He does. She sees the deep bruise from the accident. And then she picks up a NEWSPAPER from her make-up table and throws it at his broken rib. He winces, clutching his side, then looks down at the floor. It's the Post article chronicling Julie's death. ELLEN (CONT'D) Did you tell her about that? ROBERT (long beat) Ellen I don't know what you think you know... ELLEN Oh, no, no, no, no. We're not gonna do that. That is over between us. Over. ROBERT I never lied to you. EFTA00593573 113. ELLEN I know you weren't here. You've been sneaking off to see her for months. You don't think I know that? He tries to grab her. ELLEN (CONT'D) Get your hands off me! She's so forceful he immediately does. ELLEN (CONT'D) That privilege ended when you brought this into our home. I never cared about your secretaries, your- gallerists, whores, whatever you call them. I cared about our home. And you brought this to our door. ROBERT I did what was necessary. ELLEN What you did was take us all to the edge, and for what exactly? ROBERT Now you're gonna tell me how to run my business. ELLEN Your business? These are OUR things. Where do you think we're going tonight? Why do you think I've even tolerated this? ROBERT And why have I? Your endless hair treatments and exercise regimens, oh, and let's not forget, our sainted charities! Look at all your good works. How do you think I've paid for them? ELLEN I didn't ask questions so you didn't have to lie. But there was something we understood... ROBERT ...I did this to protect us! EFTA00593574 114. ELLEN ...and you broke that understanding when you brought Brooke into it. When you made her complicit and risked her future. I'm surprised you didn't ask her to help you get rid of your whore, too. You probably had someone else for that. ROBERT Don't say that to me, Ellen. ELLEN I can say whatever I like. And you know why I can say whatever I like? Because you -- are a dishonest man. I've tolerated it for a long time, (pointing at the newspaper) but that girl's dead, and you put us at risk for her. Our company's diseased, and you forced our daughter's hand in it. Those aren't indiscretions to feed your need for conquest. They go far beyond that. They are things I will not tolerate. She opens a FOLDER revealing some legal documents, slides them toward him. ELLEN (CONT'D) And because it's over. Why don't you read those? He does. We see the title: "SEPARATION AGREEMENT" and hold on him reading for a few brief seconds until... ROBERT "All ownership and voting rights transfer to the Miller Charitable Foundation, to be administered by Brooke Miller?" Did you expect me to sign this? ELLEN You don't follow. ROBERT Apparently not. ELLEN (like talking to a child) The police have called me. I assume they want to know where you were that night. And you know what? I'm not gonna lie for you anymore. (MORE) EFTA00593575 115. ELLEN (CONT'D) I'm not gonna risk myself for you anymore. Not unless you sign that. A beat. ROBERT You're leaving me with nothing. ELLEN I think you'll manage on that. That and whatever you put away offshore for a storm. ROBERT (shakes head) This is insane. ELLEN If you sign, then I'll tell your lie. I'll say you were at home with me that night, all night. I'll become your accomplice, and you'll be free and clear. And our money will go to people who need it. That's my price. ROBERT You're out of your mind. I'm not going to sign this. ELLEN Oh you'll sign it, because if you don't - I'll tell them you came home at five thirty bleeding and bruised. ROBERT (laughs) That's ridiculous! ELLEN So what? It's enough to make trouble- the kind you don't want. In fact, Deuchman says it's enough for probable cause to subpoena your cell phone, GPS, DNA, whatever else they can think of. Now do you want to spend the next three years in court or at your desk? ROBERT (shakes head) You won't do it. You won't do it to the kids. EFTA00593576 116. ELLEN You just try me. ROBERT Ellen-- ELLEN And I know now you'll try to negotiate. You'll try to threaten me. You'll try to charm me. You might even try to beg, but at the end, you'll make due with this arrangement because you know that it's how it has to be. (slight pause) Then we'll wait a while until things settle. You can take the guest room. After that, you'll take your things, and you'll go. A beat. ROBERT Does it have to end like this? ELLEN You broke her heart. ROBERT It's how it all works, Ellen. You know this. ELLEN I do, but she didn't. ROBERT She's better for it. The world's cold. ELLEN (finishes dressing) Then you're gonna need a warm coat. INT. MAYFIELD'S LIMO - NIGHT The car rides up Madison Avenue. Mayfield marks up a bunch of memos in a leather-bound folder. An aide we met earlier, JOHN AIMES, sits nearby. AIMES There's just one more thing... And I hate to mention it now, but I just received it... EFTA00593577 117. MAYFIELD Speak, John. Aimes opens a FOLDER, handing it to Mayfield. AIMES I had Peat Marwick run a secondary audit on the Miller financials. We catch a glimpse of the top sheet as Mayfield reads: "KPMG CONFIDENTIAL AUDIT - MILLER CAPITAL - We have reviewed the records you submitted and have found no way to legitimately substantiate a recent capital transfer of $412 Million..." We hold on Mayfield's face as he tries hard to conceal the spreading realization. MAYFIELD Who authorized this? AIMES I did. MAYFIELD (after a beat) And what did you conclude? AIMES It's in front of you. MAYFIELD I didn't ask you what the paper said, John. I asked you what you thought. AIMES (after a beat, carefully) Well... what do you think? MAYFIELD I think... I think... that I don't see anything wrong here. Mayfield closes the folder and places it with the rest of his papers. Rimes nods. They arrive at the Pierre Hotel and exit the car. INT. PIERRE HOTEL - GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT We see throngs of the wealthy ascend the steps leading up to the opulent hall. Lining the walls are plaques for: "Mt. Sinai Hospital - Miller Oncology Center." EFTA00593578 118. INT. GRAND BALLROOM - LATER Seated at one of the many round tables are Robert, Ellen, Peter, Gavin, Mayfield, Aimes, Jeffrey, and a few spouses and attendants. Chamber MUSIC plays while everyone eats dinner. We focus in on Robert as he stares intently out into the room, his eyes a mixture of ferocity and resignation. In the distance, we hear a SPEAKER'S voice fade in. It's Brooke. BROOKE ...and to receive this prestigious award, I invite now to the stage the man who led this generous effort, and whose financial trading firm, Miller Capital, has just this morning been acquired by JP Morgan, a dedicated businessman, family man, scholar, philanthropist and all-around humanitarian, a man I'm pleased to call my mentor, my friend -- and my father -- Mr. Robert Miller... Robert stands against deafening APPLAUSE as he makes his way to the stage and, in one continuous shot, gives Brooke a hug, takes the podium, opens his notes, and begins to talk. FADE TO BLACK. EFTA00593579