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July 21, 2009 / sadhbhanu

Wall Street – The Sequel 2009

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INT. NEWLY RENOVATED OFFICE. WALL STREET. DAY
 
An aging Gordon Gekko stares out the window of his recently renovated office suite. Several helicopters are circling the building. He squints at the banner attached to one of them.
GEKKO

“Jail ‘em, don’t bail ‘em…?”

He shakes his head in disgust and helps himself to a soothing glass of oak aged scotch. Moments later, his young, attractive, blackberry wielding secretary knocks and enters.

SECRETARY

The President left another message, Mr. Gekko. He’s insisting you call him back.

GEKKO

You tell that left wing fringe kook that I’ll call him back when he agrees to take his God damn bail out money back! Then I can start running this business the way it should be run.

SECRETARY

Well he would like you to return the money you paid yourself as a bonus, sir. But he won’t take the rest of it back until you’ve raised sufficient capital to cover all the firm’s liabilities.

GEKKO

Is he insane!? How am I supposed to raise more capital in this market? Has he seen our share price recently!

Gekko takes a deep breath to calm himself.

GEKKO

This is what happens when you let socialists get involved in business.

He looks out the window again, this time 33 floors down where an angry mob have assembled to protest.

GEKKO

Who is it this time? New Yorkers against hunger?! New Yorkers against foreclosures?! New Yorkers against the homeless?!

SECRETARY

No sir, the homeless have actually set up a tent city on the other side of the building. Those are the bail out people movement I think. And some of the 30,000 employees you laid off. They’re not too happy about things.

GEKKO

What do these people want from me?! The board insist I cut costs, so I cut costs!

In frustration, Gekko kicks his parchment waste paper bin across the room. The bin hits the wall and breaks into smithereens.

SECRETARY

I’m not sure those were the sort of costs they had in mind.

Gekko slumps into his plush black leather chair.

GEKKO

This used to be fun you know. Bud and I, we used to have a good time. Where is Bud, anyway?

SECRETARY

He’s working at a non profit in Queens, Mr. Gekko. Something to do with orphans.

GEKKO

How the mighty have fallen. You’re too young to remember but life in this city used to be a blast. We worked hard. We played harder. And we all made tons of money. But now it’s all changed. Now they want to punish the value creators, the entrepreneurs, the hard working rich. They want to “redistribute” my wealth! It’s not enough that I make the billions, I’m supposed to spread it around as well. Can you imagine?!

The look on his secretary’s face suggests she cannot.

GEKKO

America has become a second rate power. It’s survival of the unfittest – exactly like I predicted! All those losers out there, that coalition of dropouts – they are America’s future?! After all I’ve done for this country – how do they repay me? They want to tax me into the poor house!

SECRETARY

I believe it’s just a three percent increase, sir.

GEKKO

That much!? The feds get to take my hard earned money so that half the country can spend their days scrounging around on food stamps that I pay for!

He releases a deep and mournful sigh.

GEKKO

Greed used to be good, you know. Greed was right. Greed cut through. Greed captured the essence of the evolutionary spirit! And yet now we seem to be on the verge of revolution.

A muffled heckler on a loud speaker interrupts his wistful laments. He can’t quite make out what the heckler is saying.

GEKKO

He wants all my ‘livery to date?’

SECRETARY

I think it was your ‘liver on a plate’, sir.

GEKKO

I have to get out of here. All the exits are blocked you say?

SECRETARY

Yes sir, all the exits.

GEKKO

We’ll have to take the helicopter then.

SECRETARY

You had the helicopter put in storage, as part of the PR campaign. You didn’t want to appear to be wasting money…

GEKKO

Typical. You see what’s happening here. I’m being hounded, trapped like a rat in the corner. There’s no way out!

He knocks back the remains of his scotch.

GEKKO

Get the president on the phone. Tell him I need another emergency bail out. Tell him to send Air Force One if he has to.

FADE OUT.

 

 

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