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                            ARBITRAGE

                         
                         
                           Written by

                        Nicholas Jarecki
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                                            4/17/11

          BLACK.
                         
          Over CREDITS we HEAR:
                         
           MARIA (O.S.)
           ...but you took a huge bet on the
           housing crisis in the middle of the
           biggest boom anybody'd ever seen. Why?
                         
           ROBERT (O.S.)
           I'm a child of the 50's. My father
           welded steel for the Navy. And my
           mother worked at the VA.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S MANSION - DAY
                         
          As the conversation continues we see:
                         
          1. A MAID clean an expansive living room, waxing a mahogany
          table.
                         
          2. A BUTLER open sliding doors to an empty grand sitting
          room.
                         
          3. An overhead shot as a SERVANT carries packages up a long
          winding staircase.
                         
                          ROBERT
           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
           When I was a kid my favorite
           teacher was Mr. James. Mr. James
           said that world events always
           revolve around five things:
           (extending his fingers one-
                          BY-ONE)
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
                         
          And right on cue, we see for the first time -- ROBERT MILLER
          (60) -- sitting on a sofa across from MARIA BARTIROMO and a
          CAMERA CREW, mid-interview. ELLEN MILLER (58) watches on a
          nearby MONITOR.
                         
                          ROBERT
           M-O-N-E-Y.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 2.
                         
                          MARIA
                          (LAUGHING)
           Was this freshman econ?
                         
                          ROBERT
           This was fifth-grade econ.
           (smiles, off her laugh)
           But this is something we've seen
           over and over again, time and time
           again, that competition for this--
           limited amount of dollars out
           there, can make even the best of us
           manic. So it's not surprising that
           we see these asset bubbles, but
           when reality sets in of course,
           they burst.
                         
          CUT TO BLACK.
                         
                         "ARBITRAGE"
                         
                         
          CLOUDS GIVE WAY TO A:
                         
          FALCON 900EX - SOARING THROUGH THE SKIES AT 550MPH
                         
          And we push tighter into the plane, cutting into the engine,
          as we hear a sonic boom and focus inside, 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.
                         
          In the galley, GAVIN BRIAR (42), pours a coffee. He brings it
                         BACK TO
                         
                         ROBERT
                         
          who sits alone in his private area facing the cockpit,
          scribbling his own red-ink across a stack of CONTRACT
          DOCUMENTS. His effortless slouch, silver hair, and all-
          commanding mannerisms make one thing clear: Robert's our man.
                         
                          GAVIN
           (handing him the coffee)
           Here you go...
                         
          Robert sips it.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 3.
                         
                          GAVIN (CONT'D)
                          (SITTING)
           You're disappointed.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Quants? Derivatives structures?
           What was that about?
                         
                          GAVIN
           It makes no sense.
                         
                          ROBERT
           That's what you said last week.
           Why'd we go down there?
                         
                          GAVIN
           To sign.
                         
                          ROBERT
           And did we sign?
                         
                          GAVIN
           No.
                         
                          ROBERT
           No. We did not. Instead I fly two
           thousand miles for a marketing
           meeting... And where was Mayfield?
           What was this "emergency"? What was
           that about?
                         
                          GAVIN
           (after a beat)
           Did you speak to the auditors?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Why?
                         
                          GAVIN
           What if... we don't don't close this
           week...
                         
          We push into a close-up of Robert, as he contemplates what
          this would mean.
                         
                         
          EXT. WESTCHESTER AIRFIELD - MOMENTS LATER
                         
          The ROAR of thirty million dollars landing near tall grass.
                         
                         
          EXT. HANGAR - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Robert walks down the passenger steps onto the tarmac,
          followed by Gavin and the aides.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 4.
                         
          They approach a waiting MERCEDES MAYBACH. The aides hand file
          BOXES and BRIEFCASES to the Hispanic driver, RAMON, who loads
          them into the trunk.
                         
                         
          EXT. STREETS - CONTINUOUS
                         
          The blur of city lights as the limo passes over bridges and
          towards the city and Park Avenue and finally 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.
                         
                         
          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 (58, Robert's
          wife), BROOKE (28, Robert's daughter), PETER (31, Robert's
          son), TOM (Brooke's boyfriend), 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!
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 5.
                         
                          GRANDCHILD
           Hi Grampi! 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're spoiling them rotten.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (GRINNING)
           It's my job! It's my job. You guys
           turned out fine!
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (HALF-SMILE)
           Debatable.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (to Peter, as they hug and
                          SMILE)
           How you doin', son? Good?
                         
          Robert rounds the table and takes his seat next to Ellen as
          she discreetly waves to the SERVANTS.
                         
                          ELLEN
           We had to eat. The kids were
           starving...
                         
                          ROBERT
           (hugging her, happy)
           No, no that's okay. Where's my
           drink, is this mine, here?
                         
          Another SERVANT enters with a CAKE flickering birthday
          candles. Everyone notices and starts CLAPPING.
                         
                          ALL
           HEY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YAY!
                         
          Robert smiles. They finish cheering, then CLINK glasses for a
          toast.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Thank you, thank you, thank you all
           very much, it's such a surprise, I
           didn't even know it was my birthday!
                         
          Everyone laughs a little.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 6.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           What did Mark Twain say about? He
           said-- old age... is clearly a case
           of mind over matter. If you don't
           mind, it doesn't matter.
                          (MORE LAUGHTER)
           I've done a lot of things in my life,
           worked very hard, but being here,
           looking around-- at all these shining,
           radiant faces, I know that my best
           work is right here in this room, right
           now... I'm deeply proud of all of you.
           That's the best gift your mother and I
           could have hoped for,
                          (KISSES ELLEN)
           so, thank you...
                         
                          PETER
                          (CALLING OUT)
           ...and to have sold the company
           to Standard this morning!
                         
          They all LAUGH.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SMILES)
           That, too, Peter, but- no business
           tonight-- no business!
                         
                          ELLEN
           Oh, here we go!
                         
          More group LAUGHTER.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Although your one-track mind assures
           me you've got not only your mother's
           genes, but you've got mine, too!
                         
          More LAUGHTER. Robert laughs, too. He sees Ellen hug Peter
          across the room.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           Now, I'm aware that may seem
           uncharacteristic, but maybe it's taken me
           sixty years to realize what's truly
           important -- and it's you guys so thank
           you all very much.
                         
                          ALL
           (as they applaud)
           Hear, hear!
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 7.
                         
          INT. STUDY - MOMENTS LATER
                         
          A warm, clubby room, kept traditional. Robert pours out two
          SCOTCHES.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Kids are wild.
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (LAUGHING)
           I don't know about me as a mom.
                         
                          ROBERT
           No, no no, you should have-- I want
           more "you's" around.
                         
          Robert brings the drinks to the banquette where Brooke rests
          with an open FOLDER. He resumes signing papers.
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (LAUGHS)
           It's all about you, isn't it.
                          (POINTS)
           Four... and nineteen.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah, yeah yeah...
                         
          Brooke nods, tries to smile.
                         
                          BROOKE
           So what was that all about?
                         
                          ROBERT
           What?
                         
                          BROOKE
           The last time you made a speech like that
           we lost the Firestone bid.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LAUGHS)
           Yeah, well... I just... wanted it
           to be about the family tonight.
                         
          She nods again, unconvinced, then pulls out a MAGAZINE.
                         
                          BROOKE
           You see this?
                         
          He looks closely at it. A "Forbes" cover story:
                         
          "Robert Miller, the Oracle of Gracie Square: Investor profits
          in uncertain times by predicting housing crisis."
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 8.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (shakes his head)
           Yeah... Oy. You know how I feel
           about that. Trash can.
                         
                          BROOKE
           Peter's got a copy pinned up in the
           conference room.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (sits back, takes a drink)
           Well, you gonna keep skirting around it?
                         
          Brooke leans back and stares at him.
                         
                          BROOKE
           Why sell our company? We make a
           great return, we give money to the
           causes we believe in...
                         
                          ROBERT
           My darling, you are still in your 20's.
           I am 60. That's a big difference in
           point of view.
                         
                          BROOKE
           Dad, you're not that old.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LAUGHS)
           It catches up alright. And maybe
           there's some other things I'd like to
           do. Maybe I would like to spend a
           little more time with you guys...
           outside the office.
                         
          Brooke shoots him a look.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (GROWING IMPATIENT)
           What?
                         
          Staring at him, then
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (LAUGHS)
           I'm just trying to imagine what we
           would do.
                         
                         
          INT. ENTRY HALL - LATER
                         
          Ellen is supervising the yawning children as the party winds
          down. She sees Robert put on his OVERCOAT.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 9.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Where are you going?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Office.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Now?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah I gotta finish up that thing.
                         
          She holds a beat, then approaches and straightens his collar.
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (SMILES)
           But, I haven't given you your
           birthday present yet...
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SMILING BACK)
           I'll be back as soon as I can.
                         
          He kisses her and starts to exit. She stares as he walks out.
          Hold on her.
                         
                         
          EXT. LOWER BROADWAY - NIGHT
                         
          A TAXI stops in front of a large frosted-glass apartment
          entrance. Robert exits, paying the DRIVER through the window.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (into his phone)
           Yeah, Gavin, it's me, uhh... When
           you get this -- I want you to call
           Chris Vogler at Fremaut, tell him I
           need to see him right away, okay?
                         
                         
          INT. LOFT APARTMENT - NIGHT
                         
          JULIE CÔTE (32) 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 Côte Gallery - Paintings by Victor
          Rodriguez - April 10th" as she downs the last of a WHITE WINE.
          She's got a seating chart out that she's working on.
                         
          The INTERCOM RINGS. Julie heads over, sees Robert's face on
          the VIDEO MONITOR. She holds a beat.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 10.
                         
          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.
          She's arranging 4 POLAROIDS of different paintings on a wall,
          along with a SEATING CHART. He walks down the long hall.
                         
          He comes up behind her, running his arms across her stomach.
                         
                          JULIE
           (standing in frustration)
           Okay...
                         
          She crosses to the open kitchen and pours out more wine,
          lights a cigarette. Robert trails.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Alright, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm
           late. I'm always late-- you know
           that-- and I'm sorry. And I'm
           always saying I'm sorry about being
           late.
           (crosses to her)
           It doesn't mean I wouldn't rather
           be here with you.
                         
          They stare at each other as she drags off the cigarette, then
          stubs it out. He gestures to the dining table.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           The show's gonna be beautiful.
                         
                          JULIE
                          (FINALLY--)
           You gonna be there?
                         
                          ROBERT
           (slight beat, then
                          DEFINITIVE)
           I will be there.
                         
          She stares, still in the moment. Then she heads to the fridge
          and slides out a homemade BIRTHDAY CAKE. He stares at it.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (LAUGHING)
           Oh wow, that's great.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 11.
                         
                          JULIE
           I made this for you.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You made this? This is amazing. One
           candle, thank you very...
                         
          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. GREENBERG & COMPANY - OFFICE HALL - THE NEXT DAY
                         
          Robert enters the palatial quarters, decorated with ornate
          18th century furniture. As we'll see soon, it's a stark
          contrast to his functional empire. He follows a striking
          British RECEPTIONIST 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 (53), handsome and charming.
                         
                          JEFFREY
           Thank you, Diane.
                         
          She exits. Robert sits. A moment of silence.
                         
                          JEFFREY (CONT'D)
           So?
                         
                          ROBERT
           I'm here.
                         
                          JEFFREY
           Guess what's not?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Jeffrey, I told you, I'm...
                         
                          JEFFREY
           "...working on it," yeah. Well, while
           you're doing that, lemme tell you what's
           not working...
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LEANING FORWARD)
           Jeffrey...
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 12.
                         
                          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
                          (BEAT)
           You know, 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
           ...Stop it! You don't have to talk
           to me like that!...
                         
                          JEFFREY
           I didn't get you into this mess!
                         
                          ROBERT
           You were a friend of mine!...
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 13.
                         
                          JEFFREY
           ...remember when you asked me if it
           was a good idea to divert half your
           liquid assets into a fucking copper
           mine? What did I tell you?
                         
                          ROBERT
           (stands, heading to door
                          WITH COAT)
           Are we done here? I think we're
           done here.
                         
          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?
                         
                          JEFFREY
           That's really not my problem, is it?
                         
                          ROBERT
           (stares, fumes)
           Not your fuckin problem...
                         
                         
          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.
                         
          They drive off. Robert turns on the TELEVISION.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 14.
                         
                          CNBC 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 (O.S.)
           Seven-thirty tonight at the Four Seasons.
           We'll get it straight with Mayfield then.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (calming a little)
           Good. Very good.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S BEDROOM - LATER
                         
          Ellen stands tying Robert's TIE in front of a dressing mirror.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Is this too blue?
                         
                          ELLEN
           It's the third one you've tried.
                         
          She finishes tying it. He looks in the mirror.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Ay, yay yay. I look old.
                         
                          ELLEN
           You look regal, and wise, and granted
           a little worried. What is going on?
           Are you afraid of this meeting?
                         
                          ROBERT
           They haven't signed the papers.
                         
                          ELLEN
           I thought that's why you flew down there.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 15.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (rubbing his eyes)
           So did I, but for some reason
           they're stalling. I didn't get any
           sleep on the plane and...
                         
                          ELLEN
           Now come on. It will all work out.
           Just follow the plan.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What plan is that?
                         
                          ELLEN
           "Confidence equals contract."
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LAUGHS)
           You sound like a fortune cookie.
                         
                          ELLEN
           They're your words, actually.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Then you married an idiot.
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (BEAT)
           Okay, but I was thinking, idiot,
           that, after the deal is done, which
           it definitely will be, why don't we
           just take off? Pete's in the best
           place he's ever been, your daughter
           is always as brilliant, right? So,
           I wanna have some fun. I wanna have
           fun with you!
                         
          He stares at her softly, but stays silent.
                         
                          ELLEN (CONT'D)
           Let's go to Ravello- the house there.
           We haven't been there forever..
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (GROWING UNCOMFORTABLE)
           There hasn't been time.
                         
                          ELLEN
           We have to make time. We go for a
           year. Let's take a year and get fat
           and have fun and go on an adventure. I
           mean-- seriously-- how much money do
           we need?. Do you wanna be the richest
           guy in the cemetery?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 16.
                         
          He straightens his jacket, laughs.
                         
                          ROBERT
           I don't wanna be in the cemetery!
                         
                          ELLEN
           Oh, by the way, Mary called from St.
           Victor's Hospital, again, she said they
           still haven't gotten the check yet...
                         
                          ROBERT
           I'm taking care of it.
                         
                          ELLEN
           The gala is Friday. Should I be
           selling my ring? What's going on?
                         
                          ROBERT
           I've had to move some things around
           for the merger.
                         
                          ELLEN
           It's only two million.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (walks up to her, laughs)
           Only two million?
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (SMILES)
           Yeah!
                         
                          ROBERT
           You remember-- Riccio's? Full meals...
           two bucks... all you can eat... three
           bucks...
                         
                          ELLEN
           I do remember. But I do not
           remember you being so sentimental
           unless you were trying to change
           the subject.
                         
          A KNOCK at the door.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (as he heads out, smiling)
           I don't know what you're talking
           about...
                         
          Ellen slaps his behind.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 17.
                         
          INT. MAYBACH - NIGHT
                         
          Robert and Gavin ride, both shuffling papers.
                         
                         
          INT. FOUR SEASONS RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Robert trails Gavin up the stairs as he types out a TEXT
          MESSAGE to Julie: "Wrapping up mtg- be there soon."
                         
          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.
                         
                          BARNES
           (as they sit)
           Mr. Miller, thank you for coming.
           We were just getting acquainted
           with Brooke and Peter here.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SMILING)
           I hope they didn't beat you up
           too much.
                         
                          AIMES
           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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 18.
                         
                          ROBERT
           I'd love to hear about that, but...
                          (A BEAT)
           I had thought Mr. Mayfield planned to
           join us tonight.
                         
                          AIMES
                          (NODS)
           Jim should be here in twenty minutes; he
           suggested we get right into details.
                         
                          BARNES
           I was just telling Brooke: 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. Robert is sweating. Julie
          calls again. Robert silences it again. Then he gets a text:
          "9:40pm - FUCK YOU."
                         
                          BARNES
           ...assuming we shed debt through some
           small liquidations, I'd say...
                         
                          ROBERT
           I'm sorry, gentlemen, we've been here
           nearly two hours now. Where is Mr.
           Mayfield?
                         
                          AIMES
           He just texted me. He's very sorry,
           but he's been detained.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Detained where?
                         
          Silence.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (RISING)
           Alright, I think I can leave you with
           my family?
                         
                          BARNES
           Of course. Again, Mr. Miller, a privilege.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 19.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah, yeah yeah.
                         
          Robert refuses Aimes' hand and heads out. Brooke rises.
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (INDICATING)
           Dad...
                         
          They move off to the side.
                         
                          GAVIN
                          (TO AIMES)
           This is the bullshit way you try to
           close a deal?
                         
                          AIMES
           Port? Would you like to have some port?
                         
                         
          INT. FOUR SEASONS RESTAURANT - MOVING
                         
          As Brooke catches up with her father in the hallway.
                         
                          BROOKE
           Did you get my message?
                         
                          ROBERT
           No. What's up?
                         
                          BROOKE
           We need to sit down.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What is it?
                         
                          BROOKE
           I don't want to talk about it here.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SHARP)
                          BROOKE--
                         
                          BROOKE
           I found some strange entries in the
           "Old Hill" books.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What kind of entries?
                         
                          BROOKE
           I'm not sure yet, but there's
           definitely something off.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 20.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Alright, come by about eleven
           tomorrow and we'll look at it then.
           And Brooke?
                         
                          BROOKE
           Yeah.
                         
                          ROBERT
           See if you can find out what
           happened to Mayfield.
                         
          26 She nods, as Robert dashes down the hall. 26
                         
                         
           EXT. JULIE CÔTE GALLERY - A LITTLE LATER
                         
           Robert exits his MAYBACH in front of a big scene in progress:
           trendy FOLKS overflowing into the street, cameras FLASHING...
                         
                         
           INT. GALLERY - CONTINUOUS
                         
           The space is cavernous, modern luxe -- a Liagre design with
           thirty-foot columns and slab granite. The ART COLLECTION on
           display is indeed beautiful- photo-realist paintings -- and
           each one tells a strange story.
                         
           Robert enters and scans the room. No Julie. He approaches the
           gallery ASSISTANT.
                         
                          ROBERT
           How're they doing?
                         
                          ASSISTANT
           Great. Everyone loves them.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah, but how are they doing?
                         
                          ASSISTANT
           So-so.
                         
           He scans the party further. No Julie.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Where's Julie?
                         
                          ASSISTANT
           She's in the back.
                         
                         
           INT. GALLERY - OFFICE IN BACK - CONTINUOUS
                         
           We pick up on Julie bumping two rails of COCAINE.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 21.
                         
          She's dressed in a burnt red, form-fitting Lanvin dress, 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 pulls her hair back and straightens, enters the main
          gallery...
                         
                         
          INT. GALLERY - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Where she quickly sees Robert searching for her through the
          crowd. 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 turns and heads off to talk to a group of PATRONS,
          including the painter VICTOR. One of the group is a DASHING
          YOUNG MAN- is he flirting with her?
                         
          Robert approaches, staring at the young man, then at Julie.
          She's all smiles, but she doesn't immediately introduce him.
          He stands there, until--
                         
                          ROBERT
           Hey, Julie.
                         
                          JULIE
           Oh...
           (to the group)
           This is Robert Miller, one of our
           collectors. This Katrina Stanton, and
           Alex Stanton and their daughter Ava,
           who is a talented young artist.
                         
          Robert shakes hands with the group, exchanging pleasantries,
          especially kind to young AVA (15).
                         
                          ROBERT
           Oh, really? Painter?
                         
                          AVA
           Drawings.
                         
          Julie begins to walk off, disappearing into the crowd.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LOOKING AROUND)
           Yeah, that's great.
           (as he notices Julie
           leave, to the group)
                          (MORE)
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 22.
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           I like the size of the paintings, I wanna talk
           to you about them in a second.
                         
          Robert trails Julie, moving up to her quickly. He reaches out
          to touch her and she spins towards him violent, definitive.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           What? Why are you doing this?
                         
                          JULIE
           Go -- away.
                         
          Julie heads back to the buyers.
                         
          Dismayed, Robert takes a last glance, then recedes out
          towards the entry desk.
                         
          He approaches the gallery assistant he was talking to earlier
          and picks up the buy sheet at the desk, marking some pieces.
                         
                          ROBERT
           I will take
                          (POINTING)
           those two. And the Rubik's cube on
           the back wall.
                         
                          ASSISTANT
           (pointing to list)
           Right there, number seven.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Don't tell her it was me.
           (off her nod)
           I mean it.
                         
                          ASSISTANT
           You got it.
                         
          Robert walks out and hails his driver.
                         
                         
          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 carrying a folder of
          papers...
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 23.
                         
          INT. SERVICE KITCHEN
                         
          And sits at the counter, staring at a REPORT of some kind. He
          refills a glass of SCOTCH, downs it.
                         
                         
          INT. JULIE'S LOFT - NIGHT
                         
          Julie's a touch worn from the evening, but she's still
          composed. She sits with five guests including her gallery
          assistant, the HANDSOME YOUNG MAN from earlier, TWO WOMEN,
          and TWO GUYS who look like painters. One does a line of
          COCAINE off a "Fantom" magazine.
                         
                          PAINTER
           ...fucking Dalwood wouldn't know a Van
           Gogh from a Van Eyck. And they call it
           a "State of Contemporism..."
                         
          Julie's phone RINGS. She looks at the Caller-ID, (which shows
          her home line calling) confused.
                         
                          JULIE
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Who's this?
                         
           ROBERT (O.S.)
           It's me.
                         
                          JULIE
           What do you want?
                         
           ROBERT (O.S.)
           I'm here.
                         
                          JULIE
           Where?
                         
                         
          INT. JULIE'S LOFT - BEDROOM
                         
          Robert watches Julie through a crack in the doorway. He's on
          her CORDLESS phone. We INTERCUT.
                         
                          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?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 24.
                         
                          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 collar.
                         
                         
          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
           I thought we should talk...
                         
                          JULIE
           (laughs, then in a rage)
           One damn night in a month I told
           you was important to me, et tu es
           meme pas capable d'etre la...
                         
                          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 was there! I was there! I was
           late, but I was there. And I'm
           here now.
                         
                          JULIE
           No, no, no. You're here when it's
           convenient for you to be here.
           C'est pas ca l'amour. Love means
           YOU FUCKING SHOW UP!
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 25.
                         
          She walks off into the
                         
                         LIVING ROOM
                         
          Robert follows her. They stand at a great distance as she
          downs a red wine.
                         
                          ROBERT
           I'm sorry.
                         
                          JULIE
           Why did you buy those paintings?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Because I liked them.
                         
          Her face falls slightly, but she keeps her grace -- and
          her anger.
                         
                          JULIE
           Okay, thank you for helping me get
           started. But if I'm gonna fail--
           then let me fail!
                         
                          ROBERT
           Julie, you're not gonna fail. Why
           would you fail?
                         
          He crosses towards her.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           You know, I'm not the kinda guy who
           wants to throw money away but if
           you wanna start a business, you
           have to project a certain image.
                         
                          JULIE
           What image?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Success.
                         
          He sits down next to her.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           The market's a disaster right now;
           nobody's moving anything. That's
           why you gotta show sales. People
           look at you then and they say
           "Whoah, how'd she do that?" -- and
           that's what they remember. Always.
                         
          She stares at him, laughs a little in devastation, then...
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 26.
                         
                          JULIE
                          (QUIETLY)
           You're never gonna leave her.
                         
          Hold on Robert's face as he stares at her, silently.
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
                         BEDROOM
                         
          Julie is on the bed, holding herself, crying.
                         
          Robert comes up next to her, hugs her.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Come away with me. Let's just take
           your car and go...
                         
                          JULIE
           ...Where?...
                         
                          ROBERT
           There's a place upstate. Very
           beautiful, on the water. We can
           wake up there together- just you
           and me. I'd like that.
                         
          She's keeps crying, but...
                         
                          JULIE
           Me, too.
                         
                         
          EXT. HIGHWAY - DEAD OF NIGHT
                         
          A MERCEDES 450 SEL driving the interstate towards
          Connecticut. Billie Holiday sings her 1959 "Just One More
          Chance." 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, Billie's 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...
                         
          A SCRAPING METALLIC NOISE jolts us back to
                         
                         
          EXT. HIGHWAY
                         
          Reality -- as 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 to a halt.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 27.
                         
          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...
                         
          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.
                         
                         
          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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 28.
                         
          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 wanna make it collect...
                         
                          OPERATOR
           Your name, sir?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Lawrence Grant.
                         
          RINGING, then...
                         
           JIMMY (O.S.)
           Who the fuck is this?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Jimmy, it's me.
                         
           JIMMY (O.S.)
           Robert?
                         
                          ROBERT
           I want you to listen to me very
           closely...
                         
                         
          EXT. CAR WRECKAGE SITE
                         
          POLICE CARS flash lights. An EMT unloads Julie's charred
          CORPSE into a BODY BAG. INVESTIGATORS sift through rubble.
                         
          DET. MICHAEL BRYER (43) 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. Bryer gets out of the car.
                         
                          BRYER
           You gotta be fucking kidding me.
                         
                          MILLS
           Catching detective wants us to rule
           before he calls it.
                         
                          BRYER
           We've been having the same fuckin'
           argument for twenty years.
                          (MORE)
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 29.
                          BRYER (CONT'D)
           They can't handle one drunk
           motorist kills herself?
                         
                          MILLS
           I'm not so sure about this...
                         
          Bryer heads over to the car, his interest piqued.
                         
          Mills shines his flashlight towards the passenger side.
                         
                          MILLS (CONT'D)
           Car roll had multiple impacts, but
           she was here
                          (POINTS)
           and her feet
                          (POINTS)
           were down there.
                         
          Bryer immediately sees what he means-- dented metal, even in
          the burnt door.
                         
                          BRYER
           ... So who kicked out the door?
                         
          Bryer bends his head down to the car's passenger side,
          looking off into the distance of the path Robert took just
          moments before.
                         
                         
          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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 30.
                         
                          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.
                         
                          ROBERT
          No, you're not. We're not here.
                         
                          JIMMY
          Oh, no? Then where the fuck are we?
                         
                          ROBERT
          We're both alseep 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.
          Anybody know you're here?
                         
                          JIMMY
          No.
                         
                          ROBERT
          Somebody knows 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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 31.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What'd you say?
                         
                          JIMMY
           I told her I had to run out a minute.
                         
          A beat.
                         
                          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 me up out of the blue, using
           my father's name, ask me...
                         
                          ROBERT
           ...what do you want, you want
           money? I will give you five
           thousand dollars! I will give you
           ten thousand dollars! I'll give you
           whatever you fuckin'...
                         
          Jimmy swerves the car to the side of the road and stops.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 32.
                         
                          JIMMY
           You wanna talk to me like that you
           can get the fuck outta my car and
           you can walk! You want that?! You
           wanna fuckin' walk home?!
                         
                          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
           You alright?
                         
          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, I just... have to get home...
           I'll deal with it in a couple of
           hours.
                         
                          JIMMY
           What if you don't make it a couple
           of hours?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Then I don't make it.
                         
                         
          EXT. THIRD AVENUE - NIGHT
                         
          The SUV stops a few blocks from Robert's house.
                         
                          JIMMY
           (through the window)
           Call me, alright, and let me know
           it's okay.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (as he exits)
           Better we don't talk for a while.
                         
                          JIMMY
           (can't believe it--
           through the window)
           So what you get in a bind and just
           call up the only nigger you know?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 33.
                         
          Robert looks at Jimmy, eyes tearing.
                         
                          ROBERT
           I'm sorry, Jimmy. I really am. Just
           go home.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Yeah, alright, man. Take care of that.
                         
          Jimmy's car drives off. Robert hobbles up the block.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S MANSION - NIGHT
                         
          Robert enters the basement. He runs into a security
          monitoring room. We see a street view of cameras outside the
          door he just entered. He pulls DISCS 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 discs
          into the incinerator, pouring LIGHTER FLUID on top of them.
          Staring at the clothes, he notices one cuff link is missing.
                         
          He strikes a match, setting the items on fire and closes the
          hopper.
                         
          As he exits the burning area--
                         
                          SERVANT
           Everything okay, sir?
                         
          Robert turns, startled.
                         
                          ROBERT
           I'm fine, Glen. Go back to bed.
                         
          The servant shuffles off.
                         
                         
          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?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 34.
                         
                          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
           (pained, shifting his body)
           Yes...
                         
                          ELLEN
           Good. Don't forget to take your Lipitor in
           the morning...
                         
                          ROBERT
           Ellen...
                         
                          ELLEN
           What?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Do you still love me?
                         
                          ELLEN
           Of course I do...
                         
          She rolls over. Hold on Robert's face.
                         
                         
          EXT. PARK BENCH - DAY
                         
          SYD FELDER (64) sits next to Robert.
                         
                          SYD
           Hypothetically, the situation
           you're describing would be
           involuntary manslaughter.
                         
                          ROBERT
           And such a person...
                         
                          SYD
           ...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.
                          (MORE)
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 35.
                          SYD (CONT'D)
           But that's only if there was some
           evidence that could link him to
           the crime.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Fingerprints, DNA?
                         
                          SYD
           Very hard to collect after an explosion.
           The real world's different from television.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What about cell phone records?
                         
                          SYD
           Did this person make any calls from the area?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Not from a cell phone, no.
                         
                          SYD
           Then they won't be able to place him there.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What would you advise such a person
           to do?
                         
                          SYD
           To confess immediately.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Failing which?
                         
                          SYD
           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.
                         
                          SYD (CONT'D)
                          (FRENCH ACCENT)
           Robert...
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah.
                         
                          SYD
           They're going to come to you.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 36.
                         
                          ROBERT
           I know.
                         
                          SYD
           An accident's not the worst
           trouble. If we talk to them now we
           can probably work it out.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You tell me what happens if the
           Standard deal does not close, and I
           gotta tell my investors about our
           real losses?
                         
                          SYD
           Nothing good.
                         
                          ROBERT
           And what'd you say about the Justice
           Department? Depending on what they
           decide to arrest me on-- fraud
           conviction gets me twenty years?
                         
                          SYD
           I did.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (laughs in pain)
           What choice do I really have?
                         
                         
          EXT. FREMAUT ACCOUNTING HEADQUARTERS - LATER
                         
          We follow CHRIS VOGLER (52) 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 am aware. I gave
           testimony to the committee.
                          (ZEROING IN)
           You know this.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 37.
                         
                          CHRIS
           Well, Standard wants to prepare for
           it now. So I was asked to go through
           every one of your trading books and
           reconfirm their assets.
                         
                          ROBERT
           No. Absolutely not. That's impossible.
                         
                          CHRIS
           Don't worry. I put the team on
           different books and I left "Old
           Hill" for myself.
                          (SMILES)
           Anyway, I'm here to tell you-- I
           cleared it.
                         
                          ROBERT
           The audit's cleared?
                         
                          CHRIS
           The report will be issued today.
           Actually, I'm calling it my "swan song."
                         
                          ROBERT
           You're leaving?
                         
                          CHRIS
           Yeah, on Friday, it's a five-year clock.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (EXACERBATED)
           And why?
                         
                          CHRIS
           Uhh.. To prevent exactly what we're
           doing. But honestly, there's nothing
           left to worry about. It's -- great.
                         
          The carphone RINGS.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (TO CHRIS)
           Get out.
                         
          Chris exits.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (INTO PHONE)
           What?
                         
           GAVIN (O.S.)
           How was it?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 38.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What?
                         
           GAVIN (O.S.)
           The show.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What the fuck are you talking about?
                         
           GAVIN (O.S.)
           The show, Julie's show?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Oh... Oh, it was fine...
                         
          A beat as Robert rubs his eyes.
                         
           GAVIN (O.S.)
           Mayfield's here.
                         
                          ROBERT
           He's here? Where?
                         
           GAVIN (O.S.)
           Sherry Netherland. Checked in about an
           hour ago.
                         
                          ROBERT
           He called?
                         
           GAVIN (O.S.)
           No, Brooke has a friend on the
           executive committee who said he's
           taking meetings in his room...
                          (NO RESPONSE)
           Maybe he's settling in.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You think we're dealing with a
           fucking idiot?
                         
           GAVIN (O.S.)
                          (BEAT)
           I spoke to legal. They said Standard 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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 39.
                         
           GAVIN (O.S.)
           How am I...?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Do I have to do every Goddamn thing
           myself? JUST FIND OUT! WILL YOU
           PLEASE...? THANK YOU!
                         
          He hangs up and exhales deeply.
                         
                         
          INT. MILLER CAPITAL - LATER
                         
          We track through a Spartanly-furnished trading office: high-
          design with lacquer and muted mahogany. PEOPLE at COMPUTERS
          make phone calls. CLOCKS show different time zones.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Brooke sits across from Robert. They're reviewing papers.
                         
                          BROOKE
           I cannot reconcile it...
                         
                          ROBERT
           Reconcile what?
                         
                          BROOKE
           The "Old Hill" Fund. Dad, are you
           listening to me?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Of course I'm listening.
                          (SITS FORWARD)
           Okay, 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. I
           mean that can't be right.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE RECEPTION - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Det. Bryer enters the glass doors and badges the
          RECEPTIONIST.
                         
                          RECEPTIONIST
           May I help you?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 40.
                         
                          BRYER
           Detective Bryer. I was hoping to
           see Mr. Miller.
                         
                          CINDY
           Is he expecting you?
                         
                          BRYER
           Possibly.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
                         
                          BROOKE
           ...the way that this sheet reads, half
           of the fund's assets are missing.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LAUGHS)
           That's ridiculous. That can't be right.
                         
                          BROOKE
           I know, it's ridiculous, and yet...
                         
                          ROBERT
           Okay, I'll look into it. I promise
           you I'll look into it.
                         
          The Intercom handset RINGS.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Yeah.
                         
           CINDY (O.S.)
           There's a detective Bryer 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?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 41.
                         
                          BROOKE
           Okay.
                         
          Brooke exits. Robert steels himself.
                         
           CINDY (O.S.)
           Detective Bryer, hi, I'm Cindy, Mr.
           Miller's personal assistant, right
           this way.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS
                         
          As Brooke exits, she and Bryer cross paths. She eyes him...
          He doesn't look familiar. Off Brooke, curious.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Robert leads Bryer towards two sofas where they sit opposite
          each other.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah, I'm sorry to keep you
           waiting. You can sit there. We just
           heard about it. Really terrible.
                         
                          BRYER
           Okay, so you were an investor in
           her gallery?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Correct.
                         
                          BRYER
           How'd you meet her?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Through... I think it was a charity
           function. My wife and I have a foundation.
                         
                          BRYER
           Uh-huh. When'd you last see her?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Last night, at the gallery.
                         
                          BRYER
           Did you stay till the doors closed?
                         
                          ROBERT
           No, I think I left about ten.
                         
                          BRYER
           Where'd you go?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 42.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Home.
                         
                          BRYER
           You go straight home?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah.
                         
                          BRYER
           You stay home?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah.
                         
                          BRYER
                          (SMILES)
           Your wife home?
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SMILES BACK)
           Yes.
                         
          Bryer shifts, edging forward.
                         
                          BRYER
           Okay. Okay, so now, back to the
           gallery. Did you see her with anyone?
                         
                          ROBERT
           See her with anyone-- what do you
           mean?
                         
                          BRYER
           You know like a boyfriend, someone
           she might've left with?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Not that I noticed. No. No, no.
                         
                          BRYER
           Reason I ask, is, that we haven't
           located the driver.
                         
                          ROBERT
           The driver?
                         
                          BRYER
           Yeah, someone else was driving.
                          (BEAT)
           Sometimes, the driver, will go for
           help-- and he'll die tryin', you
           know...
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 43.
                         
                          ROBERT
          This is awful. This is truly awful.
                         
                          BRYER
          We're searching the area right now.
          So no boyfriend that you know of?
                         
                          ROBERT
          Actually we didn't talk about
          personal matters.
                         
                          BRYER
          She was just an employee, right?
                         
                          ROBERT
          Well not an employee. I was an investor.
                         
                          BRYER
          Why'd you invest?
                         
                          ROBERT
          Why did I invest?
                         
                          BRYER
          Yeah, why'd you invest?
                         
                          ROBERT
          She had a great eye. She found me
                          (POINTS)
          those Bryce Marden's there. They
          went up in value very quickly, and
          on the basis of that I agreed to
          fund some of the gallery.
                         
                          BRYER
           (after a beat)
          Would you mind if we searched
          her apartment?
                         
                          ROBERT
          Why would I mind?
                         
                          BRYER
          It's in your company's name.
                         
                          ROBERT
          Oh, right. Yeah. Of course. Sure,
          go ahead.
                         
                          BRYER
          Now, Mr. Miller...
                         
                          ROBERT
          Mmm-hmm?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 44.
                         
                          BRYER
          Why would you lease an apartment
          for Ms. Côte? Is that something you
          normally do for your employees?
                         
                          ROBERT
          Actually I said that she wasn't an
          employee, but-- I think she'd just come
          over from Paris if I remember, and she
          needed a place to entertain buyers.
                         
                          BRYER
          So you leased her this apartment.
                         
                          ROBERT
          It was through our holding company.
          You seem a little confused by all
          this...
                         
                          BRYER
                          (LAUGHS)
          I am. But I'll get there. Gimme time.
                         
                          ROBERT
          Alright.
                         
                          BRYER
          Now, I don't mean to be
          indelicate...
                         
                          ROBERT
          But you're going to be
          indelicate...
                         
                          BRYER
          Well, from what I've been able to
          gather, she wasn't exactly an art
          star. I mean, she worked for a
          couple a dealers in Paris, but...
                         
                          ROBERT
          Oh, okay, I get it, so why would
          I invest in her and help her find
          a place?
                         
                          BRYER
          Something like that, yeah.
                         
                          ROBERT
          It's very simple, detective. I invest
          in people I believe in. I thought
          she'd do well, so I backed her, she
          did. It's is simple as that.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 45.
                         
                          BRYER
           (nods, stands as Robert
                          STANDS)
           Well that seems to make sense.
                          (BEAT)
           So we're all good with the
           apartment, then?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Sure.
                         
                          BRYER
           Thanks.
                         
          Robert shows him to the door. Bryer turns back.
                         
                          BRYER (CONT'D)
           What happened to your head?
                         
                          ROBERT
           What?
                         
                          BRYER
           That's a nasty cut; I've been
           looking at that for the last five
           minutes. Does it hurt you?
                         
                          ROBERT
           (touching the cut)
           Oh, no, I just hit it on the
           medicine cabinet.
                         
                          BRYER
           Last night?
                         
                          ROBERT
           This morning.
                         
                          BRYER
           Hate when that happens.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah. Me, too.
                         
                          BRYER
           Well, thanks for the chat.
                         
                          ROBERT
           No problem.
                         
          Bryer heads out.
                         
          We hold on Robert as he closes the door and winces in pain.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 46.
                         
          INT. ELLEN'S OFFICE - OUTER SUITE - DAY
                         
          A serene khaki suite with high-post windows and white
          upholstered furniture. On the walls are gala posters from
          various charity events.
                         
          MAE (30s) sits at a reception desk typing. The phone RINGS.
                         
                          MAE
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Ellen Miller's office...
                         
                         
          INT. ELLEN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Ellen's standing, cradling the phone and packing her handbag.
          Across her desk, SUSAN (30s) reviews the guest list for the
          hospital event.
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (INTO PHONE)
           And it, it transformed them, seriously.
                         
                          MAE
                          (SOFTLY)
           There's a Detective Bryer in the lobby.
                         
          Ellen holds up her hand, buying a moment.
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (INTO PHONE)
           And thanks again for your
           generosity. Alright, we'll see you
           then. Thank you, bye.
           (hanging up, to Mae)
           I'm sorry, what?
                         
                          MAE
           Detective Bryer.
                         
                          ELLEN
           What does he want?
                         
                          MAE
           I don't know.
                         
          Ellen smooths her suit and puts her bag over her shoulder.
                         
                          ELLEN
           (heading to the door)
           Well, I'm late so-- I just can't
           deal with it right now.
                         
                          MAE
           Okay, what about these?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 47.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Send them a thank you note, Zappos has
           been so generous-- Thanks, bye guys.
                         
                         
          EXT. ELLEN'S OFFICE
                         
          Ellen exits the building, passes the doorman and then Bryer,
          who is waiting in his car outside the multi-unit townhouse
          where she keeps her office.
                         
          She doesn't notice him as she passes and enters a TOWNCAR.
          She's about half-way into the car when he approaches.
                         
                          BRYER
           (calling after her)
           Mrs. Miller?
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (STARTLED)
           Yes?
                         
                          BRYER
           (shows his badge)
           Detective Bryer.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Did you just call my office?
                         
                          BRYER
           Yeah, I was hoping to talk to you.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Well, I don't have time right now,
           sorry..
                         
                          BRYER
           (turning on the charm)
           Just take a couple a seconds. It's
           about your husband.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Well, fine, but, make an appointment.
                         
          She closes the door and rides away. Bryer smiles in
          frustration, walks back to his car.
                         
                         
          INT. TOWNCAR - DAY
                         
          Off Ellen's face as she tries to keep it together, shaking.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 48.
                         
          INT. JULIE'S LOFT - DAY
                         
          A FORENSICS TEAM sweeps the apartment, collecting
          fingerprints, rug samples, etc.
                         
          Mills supervises from the side. Bryer approaches.
                         
                          MILLS
           How'd it go?
                         
                          BRYER
           Well, the wife blew me off-- which
           was interesting. And he didn't
           admit to the affair, but then he
           wouldn't, would he?
                         
                          MILLS
           Why didn't you pick him up?
                         
                          BRYER
           He's a very rich man. What happened
           with the pay phones?
                         
          Mills pulls out a SHEET from Verizon.
                         
                          MILLS
           Got about fifteen calls in a three-
           mile. Two of `em look a little
           strange: got an incoming-- that's
           probably a local drug deal...
                         
                          BRYER
           And the one we care about?
                         
                          MILLS
           Collect call. About a minute and a
           half. Made from the Chevron station
           on West Lake Road.
                         
                          BRYER
           Who'd he call?
                         
                          MILLS
           Cellphone in Harlem. Still waiting
           on the address.
                         
                          BRYER
           (thinks, gets up and
                          PACES)
           So, you're at the crash site.
           Alright, and... you make it outta
           the car. Now... You're smart
           enough not to use your own
           cellphone. So you get to the pay
           phone...
                          (MORE)
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 49.
                          BRYER (CONT'D)
           and you're a billionaire, right?
           You're a billionaire-- so whaddya
           do...?
           (Mills shrugs for the
                          PUNCHLINE)
           You call someone in Harlem?
                         
                         
          INT. MILLER CAPITAL - OFFICE CORRIDOR - DAY
                         
          Robert is heading down the hall towards the elevators. Gavin
          jogs up to him.
                         
                          GAVIN
           (out of breath)
           Robert, I just heard about Julie...
           I'm so sorry. Her Gallery called.
           Her mom's flying in today.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (managing a nod)
           Her Mom...? Service here?
                         
                          GAVIN
           Tomorrow at nine am.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Well we should pick up the expenses
           for that. Whatever she wants.
           You'll take care of that
           personally, for me?
                         
                          GAVIN
                          (NODDING)
           Of course... Are you okay?
                         
                          ROBERT
           You reach Mayfield?
                         
          The ELEVATOR arrives and Robert gets in.
                         
                          GAVIN
           Not yet, but we'll get him...
                          (STARES)
           Robert, I...
                         
                          ROBERT
           Thanks. Appreciate your concern.
                         
          Gavin's still staring as the doors close.
                         
                         
          EXT. CONVENT AVENUE - JIMMY'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY
                         
          PEDESTRIANS hurry by this busy stretch of Upper Manhattan.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 50.
                         
          INT. UNDERCOVER CAR - SAME
                         
          Bryer and Mills wait. Jimmy approaches.
                         
                          MILLS
           Let's flash him.
                         
          They drive up on the sidewalk, blocking Jimmy's path, and
          Mills exits the car.
                         
                         
          EXT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
                         
                          MILLS
           Mr. Grant?
                         
                          JIMMY
           Yes?
                         
                          MILLS
           NYPD Homicide, would you mind
           stepping into the car?
                         
                          JIMMY
           What's this about?
                         
                          BRYER
           (through the window)
           Just get in the car, Jimmy.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Am I under arrest?
                         
                          BRYER
           (through the window)
           You wanna be?
                         
                         
          INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER
                         
          Jimmy sits across the table from Mills and Bryer. They show
          him PHOTOS of Julie's burned body at the crash site.
                         
                          BRYER
           So let's do this again.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Man, for what? My answers ain't
           gonna change.
                         
                          BRYER
           You were asleep.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Right.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 51.
                         
                          BRYER
           And your phone rings.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Right.
                         
                          BRYER
           And it's a wrong number.
                         
          Jimmy doesn't answer.
                         
                          BRYER (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.
                         
                          BRYER
           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 photo with your
           neighbor who saw you getting into
           your truck ten minutes after this
           call was made.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Well if you got all that, what the
           fuck you need me for, officer?
                         
                          BRYER
           I don't think you understand the
           gravity of the situation here,
           Jimmy. This is a homicide.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Lawyer.
                         
                         
          INT. SYD'S LIMO - DAY
                         
          Robert rides with Syd. He reviews a DOCUMENT entitled
          "MAPLE LANE TRUST - James L. Grant - Beneficiary."
                         
          Robert signs the document, closing the folder.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 52.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You're gonna sign him out?
                         
                          SYD
           I called in Earl Monroe.
                         
                          ROBERT
           The basketball player?
                         
                          SYD
           Civil rights attorney. You remember
           Crown Heights?
                         
                          ROBERT
           He's the best?
                         
                          SYD
           He's the best above 96th Street- and
           that doesn't make him any cheaper.
                         
          Robert slumps back, staring out the window.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You've gotta get Jimmy out of this.
                         
                          SYD
           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?
                         
                          SYD
           Hard to say. With his prior... Five
           years, maybe ten.
                         
          Robert's silent.
                         
                         
          INT. BOND RELEASE AREA - DAY
                         
          Jimmy stands at the counter as EARL MONROE (50s, Black) signs
          papers. Bryer waits.
                         
                          BRYER
                          (TO JIMMY)
           This is not going to go away.
                         
          Jimmy ignores him and exits with Earl.
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Jimmy and Earl exit the buidling.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 53.
                         
                          EARL
           I'll call you tomorrow if there's any
           news. Don't worry about anything. And
           don't talk to anyone else. You take care.
                         
          Jimmy nods and walks up the street towards Syd's limo in the
          distance.
                         
                         
          INT. SYD'S LIMO - CONTINUOUS
                         
                          ROBERT
           Come on, get in.
                         
          Jimmy enters. 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.
                         
                          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
           We've got you the best criminal lawyer--
                         
                          JIMMY
           --Don't you got your own son for this?
           Why the hell you didn't call him?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Cause he woulda fucked it up, okay?
                         
                          JIMMY
           Well I'm sorry your son's a fuckin'
           idiot, but that ain't my fault.
                         
                          SYD
           This isn't productive.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 54.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Oh, okay. So tell us then, Syd,
           what happens now?
                         
                          SYD
           We meet with Earl and we go from
           there. I understand that right now
           they don't have enough to charge
           you with anything.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Your under suspicion.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Under suspicion? Motherfucker, I'm Black!
                         
                          ROBERT
           I am aware of that.
                         
                          JIMMY
           And what exactly would you like me
           to do about it?
                         
                          SYD
           (BUZZING the driver)
           Gentlemen, my driver will take you
           where you wanna go, but I cannot be
           a party to this conversation, so
           this is where I get out...
                         
                         
          EXT. STREET
                         
          Syd steps out of the limo and watches as it rolls away up
          Tenth Avenue.
                         
                         
          INT. LIMO - CONTINUOUS
                         
                          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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 55.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Other people, Jimmy. I've got business
           troubles, you understand...? People
           rely on me.
                         
          Jimmy chews on this, dissatisfied.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           Listen... I want to talk to you a second.
           Come here. I wanna show you something.
                         
          Jimmy slides over to sit next to Robert.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           Now, you know, your father asked me
           to look after you.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Yeah.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah, I know I messed up, alright?
           I'm sorry. But I do want to help
           you, you know that.
           (handing Jimmy the folder)
           So I've been able to set up a
           situation for you.
                         
                          JIMMY
           What's that?
                         
                          ROBERT
           It's a trust. In your name, assets
           of $2 Million dollars. Take a look
           at that.
                         
                          JIMMY
                          (ASTOUNDED)
           Are you serious? You think money's
           gonna fix this?
                         
                          ROBERT
           What else is there?
                         
          Jimmy laughs, then rises and knocks on the limo's partition.
                         
                          JIMMY
           (to the driver)
           Yo, yo man, pull over.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (stares at him)
           What are you gonna do?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 56.
                         
                          JIMMY
           I look like a fucking snitch to you?
                         
                          ROBERT
           I don't know, Jimmy. I don't know.
           Are you?
                         
          Jimmy laughs in disgust, begins to open the door.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           Wait, wait, wait. Sorry. Just--
           read it. Just take it home and read
           it. It's not gonna hurt you.
                         
          Jimmy grabs the document and gets out. Robert stares ahead
          into space. His CELLPHONE RINGS.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (AGITATED)
           What?
                         
           CINDY (O.S.)
           I've got Chris Vogler from Fremaut
           accounting, you asked me to
           interrupt you.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah, put him through...
           (he hears Chris come on)
           Chris...
                         
           CHRIS (O.S.)
           Robert, 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? CHRIS! Goddamnit, Chris!
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 57.
                         
          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...? I'm looking at some
           statements right now... How much
           did you book last quarter?... No,
           I'm not... No, Peter, I'm really
           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)
           Thirty-five million. For your
           entire group, right?... It wasn't
           sixty-eight?... Of course it's a
           big number... No, I'm not... Oh,
           Peter I'll talk to you later .
                         
          Brooke taps the keyboard and a PRINTER spits out pages.
          Suddenly, BEN (40s), an accountant we saw earlier, appears.
                         
                          BEN
           What are you doing in my office?
                         
          Brooke bolts up, startled. She collects the papers she
          printed.
                         
                          BEN (CONT'D)
           Hello?
                         
                          BROOKE
           (holding up pages)
           Can you explain these?
                         
                          BEN
           Explain what?
                         
                          BROOKE
           Old Hill. All the numbers you've falsified.
                         
                          BEN
                          (BEAT)
           You don't know what you're saying.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 58.
                         
           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 my arm.
                         
                          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?
                         
           She stares, then approaches him.
                         
                          BROOKE
          83 You tell me. 83
                         
                         
           INT. POLICE CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
                         
           Bryer 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?
                         
                          BRYER
           Nah, they're all dead.
                         
                          FLORES
                          (READING)
           So he's a good student, magnet
           school, whatever.
                          (MORE)
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 59.
                          FLORES (CONT'D)
           Then his mom dies and he gets
           popped for gun possession. Even so,
           how come he got probation?
                         
                          BRYER
           Well, he had an excellent lawyer.
                         
                          FLORES
                          (READING CLOSER)
           How the fuck does this kid afford
           Felder and Chausse...?
                         
          Mills drops another FOLDER on the table.
                         
                          BRYER
           We pulled his parents' tax returns.
           Guess where his father worked for
           twenty years?
                         
                          FLORES
                          (READING)
           Miller Capital?
                          (READING)
           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 he's a convicted felon. Go get
           a warrant, put him in front of a
           grand jury. Let's see how long he
           holds out when he realizes he's
           looking at ten years off the prior.
                         
                         
          INT. FREMAUT - VOGLER'S OFFICE HALLWAY - LATER
                         
          Robert storms the hallway, passing a waiting SECRETARY.
                         
                          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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 60.
                         
                          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 is 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!
           Like I said. Everything's fine! We
           confirmed the money, it's all
           straight and done.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (BEYOND CONFUSED)
           Then... why did you tell me that
           it didn't?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 61.
                         
                          CHRIS
           Because they asked me to hold it.
                         
                          ROBERT
           They? Who's they?
           (thrashes him again)
           Who is they?!
                         
                          CHRIS
           Mayfield.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (TO HIMSELF)
           Mayfield?
                         
          Robert thinks... and starts LAUGHING. Chris looks at him
          strangely as he walks out.
                         
                          CHRIS
           What?
                         
                          ROBERT
           They're negotiating. He wants a
           better price.
                         
                         
          EXT. FREMAUT - DAY
                         
          Robert exits the building with what looks to be, for the
          first time in the film, a real smile.
                         
          He walks towards his limo, DIALS his cell.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Sherry Netherland...? Yes, James
           Mayfield, please...
           (as he enters his car)
           Mr. Mayfield... I think it's time
           we had a talk.
                         
                         
          INT. COURTHOUSE HALL - AFTERNOON
                         
          Bryer walks with DEFERLITO (48), who rifles through a FOLDER.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           ...cause it's not gonna hold.
                         
                          BRYER
           The warrant doesn't need to hold.
           It just needs to scare him into
           giving up Miller.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 62.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           What is it, Mike, you're stalled-
           out mid-career so you're reaching
           for a high-note? Who gives a fuck?
                         
                          BRYER
           This is about Judge Rittenband, isn't
           it? It's cause he's running again?
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           You wanna cost the Judge his seat on a
           profiling claim? Against Earl Monroe?
                         
                          BRYER
                          (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.
                         
                          BRYER
           I'll have it before you go in the
           jury room... Look, Ray. We like
           this kid. I don't wanna lose him.
           Think about it: if we flip him, you
           get Robert Miller. What's that
           worth to Rittenband, and to you for
           that matter...?
                          (HARD)
           Twenty years, Ray. Twenty fucking
           years, we watch these guys- they
           out-lawyer us, they out-buy us. I'm
           fucking sick of it. Where's the
           consequence? The guy did it. He
           does not get to walk just cause
           he's on CNBC.
                         
          Deferlito stops, stares, then signs the ARREST WARRANT.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           You better not fuck me.
                         
          He walks off. Bryer holds a beat, then pulls out his CELL.
                         
                          BRYER
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Yeah... I need a serious fuckin'
           favor...
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 63.
                         
          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. Brooke's at the window in a chair. It's clear
          that she has been crying.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (APPROACHING HER)
           Sweetie, you okay? What's wrong?
                         
          Brooke holds out her hands. She has two copies of the "Old
          Hill Fund" balance sheets.
                         
          Robert stands there a moment, staring at her.
                         
                         
          EXT. 5TH AVENUE - AFTERNOON
                         
          We see Brooke and Robert from overhead like little dots as
          they cross 5th Avenue towards Central Park.
                         
                         
          EXT. CENTRAL PARK - CONTINUOUS
                         
          They walk solemnly towards a park bench in front of a lake.
          Robert sits, motions to Brooke.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You wanna sit?
                         
                          BROOKE
           I'll stand.
           (as he sits)
           Didn't you think I'd find out?
                         
                          ROBERT
           I did.
                         
                          BROOKE
           Then why didn't you tell me?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 64.
                         
                          ROBERT
          Because I hoped you wouldn't.
                         
                          BROOKE
          Oh, come on. You tell me the truth
          now -- or I am done.
                         
                          ROBERT
          I made a bad bet.
                         
                          BROOKE
          No, you committed fraud.
                         
                          ROBERT
          That's a dangerous word, Brooke.
                         
                          BROOKE
          What would you prefer? That you
          cheated? That you stole money from
          people who trusted you? That you
          lied? That you lied right to my
          face? Why?
                         
                          ROBERT
          Because we were going broke!
          Everything was finished. We'd have
          nothing.
                         
                          BROOKE
          How. How does that happen?
                         
                          ROBERT
          You remember Alexanderov? Well he
          came to see me one day last year.
          He said "Robert, we've got a great
          opportunity- there's a copper mine,
          it's in Russia, it's under-
          exploited- there's billions under
          the ground, and to get it out, all
          we need is a couple hundred
          million, you put in a hundred,
          we'll put in a hundred- we'll
          triple it all in six months." So, I
          go check it out. And the geological
          survey's right, friendly
          government. And to lock it in, you
          hedge it, right? Sell the copper
          ahead on the commodities exchange
          and it all works, it's fine, and
          you're making a fortune.
           (beat, then real fast)
                          (MORE)
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 65.
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
          But then there's something I hadn't
          accounted for-- variation margin--
          and that friendly Russian
          government all of a sudden not so
          friendly anymore and they're
          blocking the export of the copper
          so I gotta make it up, I gotta put
          the cash in to cover the hedge. But
          I'm not worried about it because
          it's still springing money, there's
          so much money coming out of the
          ground you can't believe. You can't
          stop it. And, yes, I'm the oracle,
          I've done housing, I've arb'd
          credit swaps, I have done it all,
          and yes, again, I know it's outside
          the charter, but it is FUCKING
          MINTING MONEY! IT'S A LICENSE TO
          PRINT MONEY! FOR EVERYBODY!
          FOREVER! IT IS GOD!...
                         
                          BROOKE
          Until...
                         
                          ROBERT
          Until it's not... The money's
          trapped. You can't get it out.
          Probably never will.
                          (BEAT)
          It's like a plane crash. It just happens.
                         
                          BROOKE
          Well it does not just happen.
                         
                          ROBERT
          Not just happen, honey you are so
          naive sometimes. It HAPPENS. And
          like every father I pray that it
          doesn't HAPPEN to you, which,
          thanks to me, it probably won't
          happen to you...
                         
                          BROOKE
          Thanks to you, we may all be arrested.
                         
                          ROBERT
          Nobody's getting arrested. That's why
          I borrowed the money from Jeffrey.
          Plug the hole, I put it there for a
          month, they see the books are fine, I
          transfer the company, I pay back
          Jeffrey-- with interest!-- make all
          of our investors whole, and what's
          left we keep. At least we get to keep
          the house.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 66.
                         
                          BROOKE
           Everybody wins?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yes.
                         
                          BROOKE
           If the company sells. If I lie for you.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You don't have to lie. You didn't
           know about it.
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (INCREDULOUS)
           I'm the Chief Investment Officer of
           this company. What do you think
           they'll say at the depositions?
           "She didn't know?" They'll take away
           my brokerage license- failure to
           supervise you -- my name in every
           paper and blog while I visit your ass
           in jail!
                         
                          ROBERT
           What did you want me to do? Did you
           want me to let our investors go
           bankrupt? Is that what you wanted?
           For people to get really hurt?
                         
                          BROOKE
           What... gives you the audacity to
           think you can make those decisions?
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (STANDS)
           Because it's my job!
                         
                          BROOKE
           No, it's illegal. It's illegal. And
           I am your partner.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You are not my partner! You work for me!
           (off her bewildered stare)
           That's right. You work for me!
                          (SITS)
           Everybody works for me!
                         
          They pass a moment in silence. He looks at her destroyed
          expression.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 67.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           Brooke. Brooke. Come here. Please?
           Please. Just, just come here. Just
           for a second and sit down.
                         
          She sits.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (DEEP SIGH)
           There's something I wanna tell you.
           And whatever you decide I won't
           blame you...
           (she turns to look at him)
           I'm on my own path. It's up to you
           to move with it or against it. But
           I'm the patriarch; that's my role.
           And I have to play it.
                         
                          BROOKE
           (stares a while, then)
           For a moment I thought you were
           gonna say you were sorry.
                         
          She walks off.
                         
          Hold on Robert alone in the park.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SOTTO)
           I'm sorry.
                         
                         
                         
          EXT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - DUSK
                         
          Jimmy approaches the building. Bryer exits his sedan and
          walks over to him.
                         
                          JIMMY
                          (SEEING BRYER)
           Oh, man, what?
                         
                          BRYER
           Jimmy, take a ride with me.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Where? Back to the station?
                         
                          BRYER
           No man, just get in the car.
                         
                          JIMMY
           What if I say no?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 68.
                         
                          BRYER
           I'm not threatening you. I'm just
           asking you -- take a ride with me.
                         
          Jimmy considers, gets into Bryer's car.
                         
                         
          INT. SEDAN - DRIVING
                         
          They drive a while in silence.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Alright, man, what?
                         
                          BRYER
           Look, it's pretty fuckin' simple. I
           know you went to pick him up.
                         
                          JIMMY
           This is what you wanna talk about? I told
           you I ain't makin' no more statements.
                         
                          BRYER
           And I know why.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Somebody cares?
                         
                          BRYER
           Take a look at this.
           (hands him a case folder)
           I've got his phone calls, I got his text
           messages. I've got the relationship with
           the girl. And they were fucking, by the
           way.
                          (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 you got that...? That's
           bullshit, cause I didn't do it.
           That's impossible.
                         
                          BRYER
           Really?
                         
          Jimmy's silent.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 69.
                         
                          BRYER (CONT'D)
           You lied to me. You lied to the
           police. You obstructed justice.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Talk to Earl, Detective.
                         
                          BRYER
           Fuck Earl! You see this?
           (holds up the grand jury
                          DOCKET)
           This means that tomorrow, grand
           jury hears your case in court. And
           tomorrow in court I'm gonna ask for
           a felony obstruction indictment,
           and with 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.
                         
          Bryer pulls the car over.
                         
                          BRYER (CONT'D)
           Look: I know you think Miller's
           your friend.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Who's Miller?
                         
                          BRYER
           I know about your father.
                         
                          JIMMY
           (beat, then hard)
           You don't know a Goddamn thing
           about my father.
                         
                          BRYER
           I know Miller paid his bills while
           he was dying. I know he got Syd
           Felder to get you out of trouble on
           your gun charge. That doesn't add
           up to this.
                         
                          JIMMY
           You done?
                         
                          BRYER
           Okay, he's driving, he crashes- he
           runs away- who does he call? Calls
           you. Why do you think that is?
                          (SHORT BEAT)
                          (MORE)
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 70.
                          BRYER (CONT'D)
           `Cause you're disposable- you're
           the one person he could call that
           just doesn't fuckin' matter. You're
           a- you're a throwaway. You're just
           another part of his transaction.
                         
                          JIMMY
           (tries to open the locked door)
           Will you open the door?
                         
                          BRYER
           So what, what? You're his new
           nigger now?
                         
          Jimmy grabs at the door violently. It's locked.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Open-- OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!
                         
                          BRYER
           You didn't kill that girl. He did.
                         
                          JIMMY
           (containing his rage)
           Will you -- open -- the door?
                         
                          BRYER
           He's using you. I know it - you
           know it. Do the right thing. Now
           get outta my fuckin' car.
                         
          Bryer unlocks the door. Jimmy exits 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 Syd in the next room.
                         
                          SYD
           He's gonna walk.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You're certain?
                         
                          SYD
           Courts aren't for certainty, but 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's baffling to me, though,
           despite your sentimental history
           together, is why you would put your
           family's future in this kid's hands.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 71.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (BEAT)
           He's not like us.
                         
                          SYD
           Is that a good thing?
                         
                          ROBERT
           (laughs, plays with his
                          SCOTCH GLASS)
           I don't know.
                         
          Robert stands and collects PAPERS into his BRIEFCASE.
                         
                          SYD
           How's Ellen?
                         
                          ROBERT
           She's good. Fine.
           (stops packing, looks up)
           Why?
                         
                          SYD
           I heard something...
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yes...?
                         
                          SYD
           She met with Gil Deuchman.
                         
                          ROBERT
           The estate lawyer?
                         
                          SYD
           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. Earl Monroe sits next
          to Jimmy.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           That was the early morning of April 11th.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Yes.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 72.
                         
                          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.
                         
                          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,
           directing your attention to the
           photograph, would you please read the
           date and time stamp indicated on the
           lower right hand corner?
                         
          Jimmy stares at the photograph in disbelief.
                         
                          JIMMY
           This is crazy.
                         
                          EARL
           (whispers in Jimmy's ear)
           You're gonna have to answer that.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           Mr. Grant, please answer the question.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 73.
                         
                          JIMMY
           April 11th, two thirty-three am.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           Mr. Grant, directing your attention
           to the same photograph, would you
           please 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,
           directing your attention to that
           printout, 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?
                         
                          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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 74.
                         
                          JIMMY
           This is not my car in this picture.
           I don't know how you all did that,
           but this is not my car.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           You expect this grand jury to
           believe that that is not your car
           when there is a printout from the
           department of motor vehicles...
                         
                          EARL
           That's asked and answered, Mr. Deferlito.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           Mr. Monroe, you are aware that you're
           not permitted to go on record.
                         
                         
          INT. GRAND JURY COURT HALL - LATER
                         
          Jimmy bursts out of the courtroom doors trailed by Earl.
                         
                          EARL
           Jimmy. Jimmy-- what was that?
                         
                          JIMMY
           They're lying!
                         
                          EARL
           Okay, now here's what...
                         
          Before Earl can finish responding, Bryer exits and walks over
          to them.
                         
                          BRYER
           I can halt the decision.
                         
                          EARL
           We need a minute, Detective.
                         
                          BRYER
           What about you, Jimmy? You need a minute?
                         
          Jimmy doesn't answer. Bryer sits down next to them.
                         
                          BRYER (CONT'D)
           Cause if you do we could...
                         
                          JIMMY
           You can get the fuck outta my face.
           How `bout that?.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 75.
                         
                          BRYER
           So you wanna keep playing games? Or
           you ready to tell me something?
                         
                          EARL
           Detective, I need to talk to my client.
           Now if you would just please...
                         
                          JIMMY
           How you- How you all just gonna lie
           like that? Huh? How you all just
           gonna lie?!
                         
                          BRYER
           We didn't lie. You lied.
                         
                          JIMMY
           That wasn't my car.
                         
                          EARL
           ...Jimmy, don't say anything else.
                         
                          BRYER
           Sure it wasn't. And it was a
           telemarketer called you from the pay
           phone? He stopped at the Chevron to
           make a late night sale?
                         
                          JIMMY
           That picture was some bullshit...
                         
                          EARL
           ...Jimmy, stop! Detective, what's
           going on?
                         
                          BRYER
           Well, tell him. Go ahead, Jimmy.
           Tell him. See how the boss'll like
           this one.
                         
          Earl stares at Jimmy, waiting. The bell RINGS.
                         
                          BRYER (CONT'D)
           Last chance.
                         
          Jimmy's silent. Bryer shakes his head and walks off.
                         
                          EARL
           (rising, to Jimmy)
           Wait here.
                         
          Bryer and Earl enter the courtroom.
                         
                         CLOSE ON:
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 76.
                         
          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 and
          holds a moment at the casket.
                         
          The gallery assistant comes up behind him.
                         
                          ASSISTANT
           Mr. Miller. I would like to introduce
           you to Julie's mom, Sandrine.
                         
          A beautiful woman in her 50's, SANDRINE, sits crying. Robert
          approaches as she stands.
                         
                          ROBERT
           I am so, so sorry.
                         
                          SANDRINE
           (nods, then)
           I just wanted to thank you for what
           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.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (WHISPERS)
           This shouldn't have happened.
                         
          Hold on Sandrine's face, in pain.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 77.
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S MANSION - GYM - MORNING
                         
          Close on Brooke's legs, running on a treadmill. Ellen
          exercises on a STAIRMASTER next to her. We hear the sound of
          Ellen's small talk begin to fade in.
                         
                          ELLEN
           ...she's rail thin. She's a blond.
           I would not have known who she was
           if she hadn't come up and
           introduced herself to me. She
           looked totally different... and...
           (notices Brooke increasing
           the machine's resistance)
           You're going straight to level six
           don't you think you better pace
           yourself a little bit?
                         
                          BROOKE
           (fakes a smile)
           I'm good. I wanna run.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Everything okay with you and Tom?
                         
                          BROOKE
           We're fine.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Are you worried about the deal closing?
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (STRIDES FASTER)
           No.
                         
                          ELLEN
           You want me to guess?
                          (NO RESPONSE)
           Brookie, come on, don't be silly,
           tell me what's...
                         
          Brooke stabs "Stop" on the machine, quickly cooling down.
                         
                          BROOKE
           (heading to pick up her
                          BELONGINGS)
           You know, I can't stay for
           breakfast I have to just... I have
           to get in to work, I don't know
           what I was thinking.
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (A BEAT)
           Did you uh, finish the deal with
           the hospital?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 78.
                         
                          BROOKE
           No.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Did he write the check?
                         
                          BROOKE
           No.
                         
          Ellen stops her machine.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Why not?
                         
                          BROOKE
           Issues related to the closing.
                         
                          ELLEN
           We don't lie to each other, Brooke.
                         
                          BROOKE
           I'm not lying to you. It's
           complicated; you wouldn't understand.
                         
          Ellen crosses closer to Brooke blocking her exit.
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (A BEAT)
           Uh, I know that a policeman showed
           up at the office? Do you know what
           that's about?
                         
                          BROOKE
           I honestly have no idea.
                         
                          ELLEN
           What about your father's head-
           where he cut his head and the pain
           that he's hiding in his stomach
           and, now
           (starts to tear)
           For some reason that's way to
           complicated for me to understand,
           there's no money for a routine
           gift? Does that seem a little
           strange to you?
                         
                          BROOKE
           Of course it's strange.
                         
                          ELLEN
           So tell me what's happening.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 79.
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (A BEAT)
           What do you want me to say? He's my
           dad. I have to trust him.
                         
                          ELLEN
           No. You have to do what's right for
           you. Not him, not me, not anyone.
           This is your life.
                         
          Ellen grabs Brooke and hugs her hard. Brooke hugs back,
          kissing her mother on the cheek, tearing.
                         
                          BROOKE
                          (WHISPERS)
           I love you.
                          (HEADING OUT)
           I gotta go.
                         
          Hold on Ellen alone as Brooke exits.
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (SOTTO)
           Fuck.
                         
                         
          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 just getting acquainted.
                         
                          ROBERT
           With the intricacies of my
           operation so that you can... not
           buy it?
           (to a waitress as he sits)
           Just coffee, please.
                         
                          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 all up...
                         
                          ROBERT
           Fuck you.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 80.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
          Excuse me...?
                         
                          ROBERT
          FUCK - YOU. I'm the Oracle of
          Gracie Square. You came to me. I
          did not come to you.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
          Robert, I think we're getting off
          on the wrong foot...
                         
                          ROBERT
          No, no, no. Forget it, forget it...
          Forget the deal. I don't even care
          about the deal. No, 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 $583
          Million dollars from a trading
          operation that you don't have and
          that we both know that you need, or
          else you never would've called me in
          the first place. You on the other
          hand, you've taken a salary of
           (sotto from the waitress
           pouring his coffee)
          18 Million?
           (returns to volume)
          And what have you delivered? A
          falling stock price of negative 14
          dollars? Is that what it is? You've
          also lost approximately... THREE AND
          A HALF BILLION FOR YOUR INVESTORS-
          TELL ME -- WHY - THE FUCK - DO I -
          NEED YOU?
                         
                          MAYFIELD
          Let's just calm down...
                         
                          ROBERT
          ...so we issue a press release today,
          say there is no deal, never was a
          deal. You're not gonna be buying Old
          Hill, you're not gonna be buying
          Quantum- you're not gonna be buying
          anything; You? You're just a browser.
          Now, me? I'll continue to enjoy my
          earnings, and while I SOAR on princely
          wings, to my next winning enterprise,
          your stock drops another couple bucks
          on yet another - failed - acquisition
          - attempt. Bodes well for your tenure,
          doesn't it?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 81.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           Your price is too high.
                         
          Robert stands.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You have a nice day, James.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
                          (QUICKLY)
           Four hundred.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Five-fifty.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           Four-fifty.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Five twenty-five. That's it. Yes or no?
                          (SHORT BEAT)
           And if it's no, send any further
           communication right to my trash can.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           (extending his hand)
           It's a deal.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (GRASPING IT)
           One other thing -- six months and I'm
           gonna be gone. I'm outta here. My
           daughter's gonna take it over. You
           know her, you trust her.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           Alright.
                         
                          ROBERT
           And you're gonna have to make my
           son a VP.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
                          (LAUGHS)
           Robert...
                         
                          ROBERT
           No, no. He doesn't have to do
           anything, he just gets the salary,
           he gets the office. Both of `em on
           five-year employment contracts, and
           my lawyers draft them. Yes or no?
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           Yes.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 82.
                         
          Robert pulls out a pen and jots down the deal points they
          have just outlined onto the paper menu.
                         
                          MAYFIELD (CONT'D)
           What are you doing?
                         
                          ROBERT
           I'm writing the deal.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           Are you serious?
                         
                          ROBERT
           (ripping off the tablecloth)
           I'm serious. I'm very serious. Sign it.
                         
          Mayfield thinks a moment, then reaches over and signs the menu.
          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 -- how much
           would you have paid...?
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           Six hundred. And you would've taken...?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Four seventy-five.
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           So we made a good deal.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (as he heads away)
           Yeah.
                         
          Robert turns back to the table.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           Actually, I lied. I would've taken four.
                         
          Mayfield shrugs and returns to his paper. Robert walks out of
          the restaurant, beaming.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 83.
                         
          INT. MILLER CAPITAL - CONFERENCE ROOM - LATER
                         
          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
           ...Anyway I will be seeing most of
           you at the gala tomorrow night. But
           as the sale's official as of this
           afternoon, you are now free to talk
           about it. Any questions?
                         
                          PETER
                          (JOVIAL)
           Will we get new business cards?
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (NODS)
           Yes, everyone but you.
                          (HEADING OUT)
           Alright, it's a great day. Your
           hard work made it happen
                         
          They all clap as Gavin and Robert exit the room.
                         
                          GAVIN
                          (SOTTO)
           So how'd you make Mayfield come around?
                         
                          ROBERT
           I met his price. I just took it out of
           your share.
                         
                          GAVIN
           Robert?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah.
                         
                          GAVIN
           Good work.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Well, thank you. Now go get me that
           fucking hospital check.
                         
          Gavin walks off. Robert's cell RINGS.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Yeah.
                         
           SYD (O.S.)
           It's not good...
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 84.
                         
          EXT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT - DUSK
                         
          Robert heads through a dark service entrance towards a
          buzzer, then down a long hallway.
                         
                          ROBERT (PRE-LAP)
           Hello.
                         
                         
          INT. JIMMY'S APARTMENT
                         
          Reina, Jimmy's girlfriend (24, Hispanic) stands at the door
          with Robert and Jimmy. She turns and heads to the bedroom.
                         
          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.
                         
                          JIMMY (CONT'D)
           You waiting for me to say something?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 85.
                         
                          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 anyway.
                         
                          JIMMY
          No, I did not.
                         
                          ROBERT
          Come on, Jimmy, don't fucking lie
          to me...
                         
                          JIMMY
          I'm not lying! 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 photograph from?
                         
                          JIMMY
          You tell me.
                         
                          ROBERT
          So, you're saying... it's a fake?
                         
                          JIMMY
          How'd you get so fuckin' rich again?
                         
                          ROBERT
          Don't be such a wiseass...
                         
                          JIMMY
          Hey, this is my fuckin' life, man!
          Earl's telling me it could be ten
          years? Ten fucking years! How much
          are ten years worth, Robert?
           (off his silence)
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 86.
                         
                          JIMMY (CONT'D)
          Look man, I told you, I ain't no fuckin
          snitch, but this is bad. This is real
          bad. Reina and I got a whole plan we're
          about to make happen next week!
                         
                          ROBERT
           (as Jimmy sits)
          What plan?
                         
                          JIMMY
          I got money saved up; 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
                          (SITS)
          It's not really that simple, Jimmy.
          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.
          Jobs, families. A lot of innocent
          people. Do you think you can
          understand that?
                         
                          JIMMY
          Yeah but what about me? What about my
          situation?
           (off his silence)
          They showed me pictures, man;
          that's fucked up what you did.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 87.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SOTTO)
           It was an accident.
                         
                          JIMMY
           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, and for my father, but 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, man? Why are you putting
           me in this situation?
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LEANS FORWARD)
           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, stands)
           Alright I hear you. I'll be back
           with you as soon as I can. Just
           hang with me a little bit.
                         
          Jimmy nods. Robert walks out. Reina crosses back into the
          living room as he approaches the door and exits.
                         
                          REINA
           You gotta 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?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 88.
                         
          Reina crosses to Jimmy and hugs him as he starts to cry, then
          wipes away his tears.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S LIMO - NIGHT
                         
          The limo drives down Fifth Avenue. Robert's on the phone.
                         
           SYD (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
           honestly what's the point?
                         
                          ROBERT
           He says he didn't take the toll.
                         
           SYD (O.S.)
           And you believe him?
                         
                          ROBERT
           (after a beat)
           Does Standard have clawback?
                         
           SYD (O.S.)
           What? What do you mean?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Let's just say I decide to go in...
                         
           SYD (O.S.)
           Have you lost your mind?
                         
                          ROBERT
           No, just listen, listen to me. If I
           were to surrender, now, could they roll
           back the deal?
                         
           SYD (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?
                         
           SYD (O.S.)
           At this point- I dunno, they're not
           gonna make it easy.... I really suggest
           you think about this.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 89.
                         
                          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.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
                         
          No Ellen. He looks at his watch: "8:34PM."
                         
          He moves over towards the bed and dials the tableside PHONE.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (INTO PHONE)
           Yeah, Glen. 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)
           Syd...? Yeah- Did you make that call
           to the DA yet...? Thank God. No, no,
           no. No. Listen to me, call Earl, tell
           him to get his car, tell him to meet
           us at my house in twenty minutes...
           And, Syd...? Bring a notary.
                         
                         
          EXT. TRIBOROUGH BRIDGE - NIGHT
                         
          A steady stream of 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."
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 90.
                         
           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
           Hi I'm Brent Owens, the night
           supervisor. How can I help you?
                         
                          EARL
           (handing him some papers)
           Hello, Brent. I'm Earl Monroe. I'm
           executing a criminal evidence request.
           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 Syd stare ahead, silently. Syd tries to say something.
                         
                          ROBERT
           (holding up his hand)
           Wait. Wait. Just wait.
                         
          121 Syd slumps back. They keep staring at nothing. 121
                         
           A RAPPING noise on the window startles Syd, who rolls it
           down, sees Earl, and opens the door.
                         
           Earl climbs inside, removing a FOLIO from his breast pocket
           as he talks.
                         
                          EARL
           Okay, they won't release tapes
           without a court order, but they did
           give me a print out, the same kind
           they used at Jimmy's indictment.
                         
           Earl reaches inside the folio 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.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 91.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (TO EARL)
           The Lexus- that's your car, your plate?
                         
          Earl nods.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
                          (TO SYD)
           You got Jimmy's?
                         
          Syd 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.
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           Son of a bitch.
                         
          Earl's dark laugh cackles across the soundtrack as we
                         
                          CUT TO:
                         
                         
          INT. JUDGE'S CHAMBERS - THE NEXT DAY
                         
          Earl sits across from DA Deferlito and Bryer. JUDGE
          RITTENBAND reviews both TOLL PHOTOS with a MAGNIFYING GLASS.
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           Well 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?
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 92.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           We've had some issues regarding
           chain-of-custody...
                         
                          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.
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           Where's the tape?
                          (ANOTHER BEAT)
           Am I not speaking loud enough?
                         
                          BRYER
           Your honor...
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           Yes?
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           It seems there's been...
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           ...Let him tell me.
                         
                          BRYER
           We don't know where it is.
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           Come again?
                         
                          BRYER
           It's not in the evidence locker.
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           Where is it?
                         
                          BRYER
           We don't know.
                         
          Silence. Rittenband leans forward.
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           I'll ask you one last time,
           detective. Where is the tape?
                         
                          BRYER
           (after a beat)
           We lost it.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 93.
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           Hmmm... 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.
                         
                          DEFERLITO
           I don't feel comfortable with that,
           your honor.
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           Further I'm going to put all charges
           against Mr. Grant under seal.
           (Bryer starts heading to
                          THE DOOR)
           This case is dismissed with prejudice
           and it is not to be refiled. HOLD ON,
           Detective.
           (Bryer stops.)
           If you have another suspect in the
           automobile death then you are to present
           him, but Mr. Grant is free from any
           further inquiry in this matter. This is
           over. Do I have your understanding?
                         
                          EARL
           Thank you.
                         
          Deferlito gets up angrily, huffs past Bryer.
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           Close the door, detective,
           please...
                         
          Bryer closes it. The judge holds up the toll photos.
                         
                          RITTENBAND (CONT'D)
                          (BEAT)
           You finessed these, didn't you...?
                         
                          BRYER
           I'm sorry?
                         
                          RITTENBAND
           ...You finessed it. I know it, and
           you know it.
                         
          No response.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 94.
                         
                          RITTENBAND (CONT'D)
           I know who you're after. I saw all the
           evidence, not just the toll photo. You
           gotta get him the right way.
                         
                          BRYER
           Oh, okay.
           (approaches the judge)
           So let me get this straight: What
           you're telling me is I'm supposed to
           sit around with my thumb up my ass
           and my fingers crossed hoping that
           one of these fucking days, somewhere
           down the line, one of these rich
           assholes is gonna say the wrong thing
           LOUD enough so that we can't choose
           to ignore it anymore?
                         
                          RITTENBAND
                          (BEAT)
           Get the fuck outta of my office.
                         
                          BRYER
           Yes, your honor.
                         
                         
          INT. COURTHOUSE HALL - MOMENTS LATER
                         
          Mills waits on a nearby bench, watching as Bryer exits the
          chambers dialing his phone. DeFerlito walks up to Bryer, and
          grabs him. Bryer breaks free, aggressively, phone to his ear.
          Mills approaches. Bryer waves him away.
                         
                          BRYER
           (on the phone)
           Well when do you expect her...? When
           do you expect her? Okay, well so I
           don't have to call a ninth time, will
           you take down what I'm sayin', word
           for word...? Okay, you got a pencil?
           You ready? Okay, here goes: "Mrs.
           Miller- Exactly how fuckin' stupid do
           you really think I am?"
                         
                         
          EXT. OUTDOOR COFFEE SHOP - AFTERNOON
                         
          Robert and Jimmy sit. Jimmy looks at the TRUST DOCUMENT.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You didn't hurt anybody. You helped
           a lot of people.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 95.
                         
                          JIMMY
           And this piece of paper makes
           everything okay?
                         
                          ROBERT
           No, it makes it easier.
                         
                          JIMMY
                          (BEAT)
           You worried I'm gonna say something?
                         
                          ROBERT
           No.
                         
          Jimmy keeps staring at the document.
                         
                          JIMMY
           Robert, look: you asked me to come
           meet you and I'm here, but I came
           because I wanted to get something
           straight between us: we're even.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Okay, we're even. But just for the
           record though, what you did...
           (picks up the trust document)
           Was way beyond the money.
                         
                          JIMMY
                          (LAUGHS)
           Nothing's beyond money for you.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LAUGHS BACK)
           Thanks a lot.
                         
                          JIMMY
           (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.
                         
          Hold on Jimmy.
                         
                         
          INT. ROBERT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Ellen is dressed in a full BALL GOWN. She sits at on the sofa
          finishing a drink.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 96.
                         
          Robert enters and begins changing into a TUXEDO.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Hey, sweetie. What time you wanna
           get there...? I don't wanna get
           there too soon...
                         
          She doesn't say anything. He waits a moment, then...
                         
                          ROBERT (CONT'D)
           (tying his tie)
           You okay? 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.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah, I explained to Brooke that...
                         
                          ELLEN
           ...you explained, did you?
                          (A BEAT)
           Did you tell her everything?
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yes.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Everything?
           (off his silence)
           Lift up your shirt.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What?
                         
                          ELLEN
           Lift up -- your shirt.
                         
          He doesn't move.
                         
          She stands and heads towards him. Then she hits him with a a
          NEWSPAPER, right at his broken rib.
                         
          He winces a little, then looks down at the floor.
                         
          It's the Post article chronicling Julie's death.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 97.
                         
                          ELLEN (CONT'D)
          Did you tell her about that?
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LONG BEAT)
          Ellen I don't know what you think
          you know...
                         
                          ELLEN
          Oh, don't treat me like an idiot.
          You've been sneaking off to see her for
          months. You don't think I know that?
                         
                          ROBERT
          What do you think you know?
                         
                          ELLEN
          I never cared, really, about your
          secretaries, your- gallerists,
          whores, whatever you wanna call them.
          I cared about our home. And now you
          have brought this to our door.
                         
                          ROBERT
          I did what was necessary.
                         
                          ELLEN
          No you did what was necessary for
          you, Robert, for your interests.
                         
                          ROBERT
          For my interests?
                         
                          ELLEN
          Yes.
                         
                          ROBERT
          Everything I do is for us, for this
          family, and now you're gonna tell
          me how to run my business.
                         
                          ELLEN
          This isn't about your business,
          this is our life! Where do you
          think we're going tonight? Why do
          you think I've even tolerated this
          for so long?
                         
                          ROBERT
           (he's had enough)
          What you've tolerated? Wow!
                         
                          ELLEN
          I'm glad you find that funny.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 98.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What about me? What about the
           complaints? The unhappiness? The
           drinking? The shopping? The
           trainers? Everything! But yes, the
           charities, the wonderful sainted
           charities, you know, all the
           wonderful works that you do. How do
           you think I've paid for them?
                         
                          ELLEN
           I didn't ask you because I didn't
           want you to lie.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (WALKS OFF)
           It's cause you didn't want to give
           `em up!
                         
                          ELLEN
           But I thought that we had an
           understanding. And you broke that
           understanding when you brought
           Brooke into it.
                         
                          ROBERT
           No, I kept her out.
                         
                          ELLEN
           When you made Brooke complicit-- when
           you risked her future-- and I'm done.
                         
          She opens a FOLDER revealing some legal documents, slides
          them toward him.
                         
                          ROBERT
           What is this?
                         
                          ELLEN
           Read it.
                         
          He crosses to the bed and puts on his glasses. 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 really
           expect me to sign this thing?
                         
                          ELLEN
           You're not following.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 99.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Apparently not, no. No.
                         
                          ELLEN
           (like talking to a child)
           Okay, uhm, the police have been
           trying to talk me. I assume they
           want to know where you were that
           night. And you know what? I'm not
           gonna lie for you anymore. Not
           unless you sign that.
                         
          A beat.
                         
                          ROBERT
           Yeah, this leaves me with nothing.
                         
                          ELLEN
           I think you'll find a way to
           manage. I'm sure you have all kinds
           of things offshore for a rainy day.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SHAKES HEAD)
           This is fuckin' crazy.
                         
                          ELLEN
                          (FAST)
           No, if you sign, then I'll tell your
           lie. I'll say you were at home with
           me that night, all night, together,
           here, and you'll be free and clear.
           And the people who need our money
           will get it. That's my price.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You're out of your mind. I am not
           signing that. I will not sign that!
                         
                          ELLEN
           Well then... I'll have to tell them
           that you came home at four-thirty
           bruised and bleeding...
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (LAUGHS)
           That's fucking ridiculous! What...
           (crosses close to her)
           Are you trying to blackmail me?
                         
                          ELLEN
           I think we call it negotiating.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 100.
                         
                          ROBERT
           You're not gonna win that one.
           There's no fucking way.
                         
                          ELLEN
           You know what, it'll cause just
           enough trouble- the kind of trouble
           that you don't want-- In fact,
           according to my lawyer
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (PACES)
           Fucking lawyer...
                         
                          ELLEN
           It's enough to give them probable
           cause and then they can subpoena
           your cell phone, GPS, DNA,
                         
                          ROBERT
           Fuck the DNA! I'm sick of this!
                         
                          ELLEN
           And whatever else they can think of.
           So really Robert what you have is a
           choice: you can spend the next three
           years in court and in the tabloids
           or-- you can be at your business.
                         
                          ROBERT
                          (SHAKES HEAD)
           You won't do it. You won't do this.
           You won't do it to the kids.
                         
                          ELLEN
           Just try me.
                         
          He stares at her, trying to make it work, but he can't.
                         
                          ELLEN (CONT'D)
                          (FINALLY CRIES)
           You broke -- our little girl's heart.
                         
                          ROBERT
           It's how it all works, Ellen. You
           know that.
                         
                          ELLEN
           I do, but she didn't.
                         
                          ROBERT
           She'll be better for it. The world is cold.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 101.
                         
                          ELLEN
           (turns and heads out)
           Then you're gonna need a warm coat.
                         
          We hold on Robert's face. PRE-LAP Bill Evans' "My Foolish Heart."
                         
                         
          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...
                         
                          MAYFIELD
           Speak, John.
                         
          Aimes opens a FOLDER, handing it to Mayfield.
                         
                          AIMES
           I had Stern Marling run a secondary
           audit on the Miller financials.
                         
          We catch a glimpse of the top sheet as Mayfield reads:
                         
          "STERN MARLING 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
                          (LAUGHS)
           I didn't ask you what the paper said,
           John. I asked you what you thought.
           Goldenrod - 4.17.11 102.
                         
                          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. Aimes nods.
                         
                         
          EXT. PLAZA HOTEL
                         
          They arrive at the Plaza Hotel and exit the car
                         
                         
          INT. PLAZA 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."
                         
                         
          INT. GRAND BALLROOM - LATER
                         
          Seated at one of the many round tables are Robert, Ellen,
          Peter, Gavin, Syd, 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 Standard
           Bank and Trust, a dedicated
           businessman, family man, scholar,
           philanthropist and all-around
           humanitarian, a man I am lucky 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.



Arbitrage



Writers :   Nicholas Jarecki
Genres :   Drama  Thriller


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