We brought you some minor details this morning; now, it’s time for the motherload. BusinessInsider managed to snag Terrence Winter‘s screenplay for The Wolf of Wall Street, which, by now, you surely know Martin Scorsese will imminently begin directing with Leonardo DiCaprio in the lead role. So, you also know it’ll be a pretty great time.
Their report only further emboldens this belief, with the screenplay having everything from Gene Hackman‘s potential return to sex on piles of money. The film starts off with the former — though not the former doing the latter — who narrates a commercial for Jordan Belfort’s firm, Stratton-Oakmont, which is accompanied by classical music and shots of “a conservative group of smiling ethnically diverse actors surrounding their young chairman Jordan Belfort.”
Wolf cuts through that nice little illusion by following with “700 20-something stockbroker bros [who] are chanting and throwing around dollars bills to see who can throw a cape-clad dwarf into a dollar sign bulls-eye.” We, soon enough, come to Jonah Hill‘s character, Danny Porush, who consoles Belfort after a superior calls him “lower than f*cking pond scum.” When they sit down and have a chat, Porush says, “F*ck him. I’m senior broker here and he’s just a worthless piker. Let’s grab lunch later.”
Their eventual meeting will see Hill “doing coke from a spoon,” followed by a drinking contest between he and DiCaprio. For some idea of their general attitude, this is what Porush says to the waitor:
“Here’s the game plan Luis. Bring us two Absolute martinis straight up. Precisely seven and [a] half minutes [after] you deliver those you’ll deliver two more, then two more after five minutes until one of us passes out.”
Some other plot specifics follow — how Jordan reallocates business priorities, his growing relationship with Danny, and a nice little analogy about dogs — with the next highlighted item being a speech on the trade of penny stocks. While BusinessInsider claim this might prove to be Wolf of Wall Street‘s “greed is good” scene, it’ll probably surpass that; it’s all I expect when Martin Scorsese is a far better filmmaker than Oliver Stone.
Read the monologue below:
“Gentlemen, it’s a new day. The clients we’ve [gone] after in the past — they’re done. We will now target exclusively the wealthiest one percent of Americans. The methods we’ve used — over. Loud, obnoxious sales hype is worthless with these people. In military terms it’s like carpet-bombing — [noisy], menacing, and only marginally effective. As Stratton brokers you will be laser-guided smart bombs aimed at high-priority targets. You will establish an initial relationship with your clients selling only blue chip stocks — then and only then will you attempt to sell the pink sheets, where the real money is…”
Here’s another one, from later on:
“I want everybody to look down. See that little black box in front of you? It’s called a telephone…All you have to do is pick up that phone and speak the words I’ve taught you and it will make you richer than the most powerful CEO in the country. And I don’t care if you graduated from Harvard or f*cking Bumf*ck University or never got past the f*cking fourth grade…And if anyone here thinks I’m crazy, get the f*ck out of here and get a job at McDonald’s because that’s where you f*cking belong… Be aggressive. Be ferocious. Be telephone f*cking terrorists.”
There’s a connecting thread to this morning’s story about all the nudity we should expect, with Stratton-Oakmont’s massive success giving reason to hold an office parade headlined by “a college marching band dressed only in their hats and underwear, baton-twirlers, confetti, clowns, gymnasts, champagne and hors d’ oeuvres… and of course, strippers.” They might get a bit too carried away; later, he has to declare the office a “sex-free zone” from 9 to 7, communicating the message with a memo featuring “anatomically correct stick figures [f*cking] doggy-style, a red line slashing through them.”
Oh, but if only he kept it in the office! At one point, Jordan’s wife, Denise (Cristin Milioti) catches him “doing shots of vodka” from a glass lodged in the breasts of his mistress, Nadine (Margot Robbie). Perhaps it’s patched up when he and his cronies beat up their butler, Patrick, who held an orgy in their apartment; something crucial certainly happens during their sex romp on a pile of money that goes into the tens of thousands.
(Also, their $2 million engagement party in Vegas comes to a head when the members “clash with some of the NYPD and Vegas police Jordan hired as security for the party.”)
We’ll get to see Kyle Chandler as an FBI agent investigating Stratton-Oakmont, and who Jordan puts in a bad position by turning off the heat as a means of screwing with their business. While it might not be the very end of Winter‘s screenplay, Belfort is eventually caught for illicit activities and forced to wear a wire, an act that fills him with great shame and regret; he tries to save Danny by writing down “Don’t incriminate yourself. I’m wearing a wire.” Alas, he gets turned in by the old friend.
That betrayal is a very Scorsese-ean resolution to this character relationship, while the rest very much ties into what the filmmaker promised to deliver in terms of themes and general tone. (The most obvious connection to his past work, by the way, would be Casino. But in a really, really obvious way.) Normally, I could follow all that by saying “depending on how he shoots it or how the cast fills out,” but aren’t those already secured? Of course. In that case, I’ve got my most anticipated film of 2013.
One last thing comes from the Tumblr account PolyVinylFilms, who were able to snag this quote from Jean Dujardin about his role as a Swiss trader:
“For me, it will be only a day of shooting in New York in November. I play a Swiss banker and I have three scenes. It is not enormous, but I like the idea to arrive with the fifth role to the United States, and to melt me in there. I shall never be an American actor and I do not aspire to the being. You should not dream?!?”
The Wolf of Wall Street will also feature Matthew McConaughey, Jon Bernthal, Rob Reiner, Kenneth Choi, P.J. Byrne, Ethan Suplee, Max Hoffman, Katarina Cas, and Jon Favreau. Expect a release in late 2013.
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