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- Hello?

- Hi, good afternoon.

Can I speak to Mr. Washington
please?

- Speaking.

- Hi, Mr. Washington.

My name is Amanda Barnes.

I'm calling from the credit
check and safety board.

Sir, do you currently use a
credit card?

- I do, yes.

- Did you misplace it
recently?

- I don't think
so.

Why, is there some kind of
problem?

- There might be.

Your account is showing a series
of very expensive purchases

made across the country.

- Oh dear.

Well, I'm quite certain
my card is in my wallet.

- Do you mind checking for me?

- Of course.

Hold on just a moment.

Hello?

- I'm still here, Mr.
Washington.

- I have my
credit card.

- Excellent.

Can you confirm the number for
me, sir?

- 4-1-2-4

- 869-227

- 140.

- And the expiry date.

- 07/23.

- And on the back of the card,

you should find a three digit
number.

- Yes, it says
3-2-2.

- That's great. Thank you, sir.

Now with your permission,

I'd like to cancel the
card. Just to be safe.

- Yes, please
do.

- Excellent.

In the meantime,

I wanna make sure you're not
missing any essential payments.

I'd imagine a man of your age

is taking one or two
medications?

- I wish it was only two.

- Hmm, I hear you, sir.

I'd be happy to set up a direct
deposit

with your pharmacy if you like.

- I would
be very grateful for that.

Thank you so much for your help.

- My pleasure, Mr. Washington.

Would you happen to have a copy

of your latest prescription
handy?

I am the master of my
own fate.

I am the champion of my own
cause.

I am queen of the jungle.

Woo!

- Yeah, it's a DSLR.

Yeah, it's... 899?

It's brand new.

Yeah.

All right.

Yeah, best quality.

All right, I'll send you a
photo.

Yeah, it's the last one I got.

All right, cool.

Thanks a bunch.

Perfect, yeah.

All right, 599. Sold.

First things first.

Let's get basic
terminology out of the way.

Green versus red. Bear versus
bull.

Long versus short.

What does it all mean?

If you're buying a stock,

you're betting that the
share price will go up.

This action is called going
long,

and it makes you a bull.

But what goes up must come down,

and you can bet against a stock

by taking out a short position.

This is being a bear.

Bulls, they wanna see green.

And bears, they wanna see red.

Don't let greed and fear
drive your decisions.

Play smart, play long.

Let value accumulate.

Manage your risk.

Limit taxation.

Diversify your portfolio.

Above all else, remember,

luck will always be a factor.

No matter how much you study and
learn

and think you know...

You can't beat luck.

- Emily Ross.

- Hi, hi, Miss Ross.

It's Debbie Harris calling.

We, we spoke over email.

- How can I help
you, Debbie?

- I noticed in your
book you mostly focus on

long-term retirement planning,

five, sometimes ten year growth,
and

I'm just wondering why
you didn't talk about

short-term investing.

- You're
talking about day trading?

- Yeah.

- Well, day
trading is nothing more

than a get rich quick scheme.

The very concept spits in the
face
of healthy financial growth.

- But some people must be
successful.

- Oh, what people?

- I don't know, I guess, I just,

I see these guys online
and I just --

- Oh, right, right,

and in the history of the
internet,

no one's ever lied before? Yeah?

No one's ever pretended
to be something they're not?

- Well, when you put it that
way.

- Look, you
called me because

you wanted the truth, yeah?

So here it is.

A million suckers walk into a
casino,

they feed the same machines and
they chase the same jackpot.

Who walks out the richest?

- The casino.

- Boom.

Any way you slice it,
the house always wins.

Imagine
volunteering
for solitary confinement.

That's what being a day trader
is.

You do not eat,

you do not sleep,

and you don't even blink
because the action never stops.

The game never stops.

Does that kind of life
sound appealing to you?

- Relax.

Gather your senses.

Get your bearings.

You know this place.

You're safe here.

This is your mind,

and your mind is your temple.

And now it's time to
get to work.

- Okay, today we're
talking about bullish
indicators,

AKA technical signs that
a stock might go green.

These are the hammers, the
flags, wedges.

Three white soldiers.

As always, I talk fast and I
talk smart,

so pay fuckin' attention.

- Did the stock close
near its high of the day?

...what's the reason...
...up consistently...

...short term catalysts...
...heavy resistance,
parabolic...

Is it healthy pullback?

Higher lows leading a staircase
ascension.

Or is it genuine short interest?

- Now that you
know the fundamentals,

you need to practice
before you can preach.

Pick up a pen and paper

and take the market for a test
drive.

- I don't give a
shit whether you buy long

or you sell short.

Just make sure you understand
one thing.

You're not an investor, you're
not a guru,

you're not a prophet, you're a
player.

- The sooner you all
wrap your heads around that,

the sooner you win.

- Dear Lord,

thank you for giving me the
strength and will to carry on.

Thank you for gracing me

with the drive and determination
I need

to survive in this cruel world.

Deltaprex Pharmaceutical
recently completed

a clinical trial testing

their new anti-cancer
drug on over 200 patients.

Today is the day they announce
the results.

I am betting everything I have

that their stock will fall
today.

- I am the master of my
own fate.

I am the champion of my own
cause.

I am the queen of the jungle.

- Piece of shit is
tanking.

Fucking bears win again.

Weak hands are dumping here.

Don't sell now.

Same old biotech trash.

Fuck these asshole shorts just
banked.

Last time I ever hope
for a cure for cancer.

Hello Bob.

- Talk to me about
Deltaprex.

Why did you think they were a
great short?

- Pharmaceutical
companies usually go green

in advance of their
clinical trial results.

This one's been red all
week. I thought that was odd.

- Well, most of the
speculators on Market Mouth

say that's because traders are
afraid to hold through news.

- With all due respect,

speculators on Market Mouth

don't know what the fuck they're
saying.

- I agree.

Keep talking.

- The downtrend can only
mean one of two things.

Option one, insiders knew

they were holding legit cure for
cancer.

They drove the stock to premium
prices

and accumulated in the
run-up to the good news.

- And option two?

- Insiders knew they were
holding a turd.

Either way, it's all corrupt.

- I see.

Why did you go with the
one where the cure fails?

- I don't believe in miracles.

- Hmm.

Did you pray today?

- Sorry?

- Pray, pray.

There's nothing to be ashamed
of.

I pray every time I make a big
trade.

- I prayed.

- And what did you pray
for, Daisy?

Was it a miracle by any chance?

- That's between me and God.

- Okay, fair enough.

So how does a fast learning,
hard working

motivated person such as
yourself stay so focused?

You taking anything?

- Only a shitload of
stimulants.

- Okay, good. Now listen
to me.

You wanna add a little bit of
coke to your diet, all right?

There's no better focus than
a sweet-ass line of blow.

- I'll get some
tonight.

- Good.

What else are you up to tonight?

- I'm thinking after I get
off the phone with you,

I'll light some candles and
touch myself.

- Well, that sounds fun.

- It usually is.

- Do you mind if I offer
you another piece of advice?

- It'd be my pleasure.

- Every so often,

what you should do is send me

a few pictures of your tits.

I got a feeling it's
gonna remind me how much

I fucking love the sound of your
voice.

- How about I trade you for
them?

- Hmm.

What do you want in return?

- I want you to think about
me when you jerk off later.

I want you to think about

how much money we're gonna make
together.

I want you to think about
how good it's gonna feel

when we put all that cash into a
great

big pile,

and I fuck you on top of it.

- Would
you like to hear a secret?

- I'm dying to hear a secret.

- I really am

a broker.

I work for a world-renowned
private equity firm.

- Now, why would a real broker

hang out in a place like Market
Mouth?

- Why do you think?

We can talk about technical
analysis

till we're both hard and wet,

but the truth is, the market
runs on

fear and greed and hype.

Don't buy the hype.

Create the hype.

Start the fire yourself

and you'll never get burned.

- I want you to imagine

that you're on a desert island.

You have no food, no water.

You're the only living creature
for miles.

You feel the dry leaves
with your brittle hands.

Your exhausted feet drag

with each heavy step.

You nearly succumb to the
despair

of your loneliness and
isolation.

Then you hear it.

The treeline gives way

to a small freshwater spring,

and you move toward the soothing
sounds of the waterfall.

But you know where there is
water,

there must also be life.

The great lion roars.

The water is his territory.

The king stands between you

and your survival.

Do you turn tail and run?

No.

You plant your feet and you
get your ass ready for a fight.

You are master of your own fate.

Champion of your own cause.

Queen of the motherfucking
jungle.

Now show him why.

- In the pharmaceutical
sector,

every clinical trial is a
catalyst.

And every leak on the dark
web gives you an edge.

So you design a few dummy
accounts to create a buzz,

and you stir the Market
Mouth pot with some bots.

He'll have no choice
but to keep you close.

- There are riots in the
streets.

What stock do you buy?

- The company that
makes guns.

What about an epidemic?

- Anyone that develops
vaccines is in play.

The lower the float,

the greater the volatility.

- And how long do you
hold?

- I don't.

Get in before the pump.

Get out before the dump.

- Can you feel how deep I
am?

- Fuck, you're so deep.

- Are you close?

- I'm so close.

- God, I'm so fucking
deep.

You want me to fill my cum up
inside you?

- I want you to come inside me.

- Yeah. Oh fuck. Oh fuck
I'm coming.

- Oh God, me too.

- Ohhhhhh!

- And just like
that, you tame the lion.

Now that it's safe, you reach
out,

you plunge your hands deep into
the water,

and you take what's yours.

Today, you may be red,
tomorrow you may be green,

but you're not a bear.

And you're not a bull.

You're an entirely different
animal. And you're hungry.

- This isn't about the
money.

This is about what money can
buy.

Money

buys

more.

More freedom.

More power.

More.

MORE.

MORE!

Why do you look
familiar?

- Hello
everyone.

Thank you for joining us.

My name is Patricia Sawyer,
CEO of Clean Therapeutics.

I'm here today with the Board of
Directors

and we are thrilled to announce
the official commencement

of phase two of our Clean PTSD
study.

PTSD, of course, stands for
Post-traumatic Stress Disorder,

a mental health condition
triggered by a specific event.

The symptoms include vivid
nightmares, intrusive
flashbacks,

and crippling anxiety.

But there's yet to be a proper
pill

tailored for this condition,

and that's where Clean PTSD
comes in.

Moving into phase two,
enrollment
is now up to 300 patients,

mostly ex-military and
victims of abuse and assault.

We now begin to examine

the effectiveness and safety of
the drug,

with a timeline of eight to ten
months for the initial data.

- What are you wearing
right now?

- Maybe I'm not wearing
anything.

- Are you being a bad
girl?

- Actually I was just
thinking

how you still haven't
introduced me to your boss.

- Funny, I was just
thinking about

how your webcam's still broken.

- I kind of like it that
we keep it to the phone.

It's like my body craves your
voice.

My nipples get hard every
time I see you calling.

- Jesus.

- Do you wanna finish, or
should we talk about tomorrow?

- Come on, we've
talked about it enough.

You know your targets.

- 9:45.

You tell your sheep
you're going long on BPMQ.

We scalp the pump for 75%,

then we use my bots to short the
selloff.

- And what about Synthro
Biogenics?

You're certain they're
announcing the offering
tomorrow?

- My contact at the pharma
council is positive.

My only concern is that
the fundamentals are solid.

- Nah, fundamentals don't
mean shit

to a horde of panic sellers.

- I'm just saying,

I'm not so sure the offering
will crush it

the way you think it will.

I have been trading
this stock for two years.

What were you doing two years
ago?

- I don't like looking
backwards.

- Humor me.

- I was a sex worker.

- Interesting.

Are we talking escort,
stripper, rub and tug?

- No more, more like sex
trafficking.

- They branded
all of us with a barcode,

rented us out to the highest
bidder.

- Look, I didn't mean any
of that.

- It's all right.

When I got out,

I knew I never wanted to
be that desperate again.

I took every cent I had
and I found my calling.

- Well, I'm glad you did.

Some men can just be
complete fuckin' animals.

- At least you're
one of the nice guys.

- If I set up a
meeting with you, me,

the rest of the firm,

can I count on you not to
embarrass me?

- Every time you ask me that,
I always say the same thing.

Yes, and it's not gonna change.

- Okay.

Okay, okay,

you come through for me on BPMQ
tomorrow

and I'll speak to my boss, yeah?

But there is one more thing
though.

- What?

- That first day we spoke,

you told me you prayed for
your short on Deltaprex.

What exactly did you pray for?

- Why do you wanna know?

- You went from a
penniless hooker

to a six-figure trader.

Whatever you said to God,

it must have been pretty
fuckin' convincing.

- Dear Lord,

thank you for giving me the
strength and will to carry on.

Deltaprex Pharmaceutical
recently completed

a clinical trial testing

their new anti-cancer
drug on over 200 patients.

I am betting everything I have

that their stock will fall
today.

And so I pray to you,

Almighty God,

benevolent creator of all
the heavens and the Earth.

I send a prayer back in time,

back to the day that trial
started,

and I beg you,

please do not let this drug
succeed.

Please let the cancer
eat those patients alive.

Let it consume their organs,

and fill their lungs with
malignant fluid

until they choke on
their own blood and die.

Please Lord,

grant me this good fortune.

Amen.

- Good afternoon, tech
support.

Can you confirm your account
number?

- 082792.

- I see you're
having some

trouble connecting to your
network.

- No shit, I have no power.

Is it just my account, or is
there an outage in the area?

- Just a moment, I'll
check.

Okay, it looks like the storm
knocked out a power line.

If you have to get online,
we can set up a data plan.

Do you own a smartphone?

- It needs to be charged.

- And you have no
power.

I hate to say it, but I
think you may be out of luck.

- You wanna explain to me

how I'm supposed to pitch you to
my boss

as some kind of market messiah

when you can't even wake
yourself up for the goddamn
bell?

- I told you, I lost power.

- And you don't
have a fuckin' laptop?

- I haven't used it since I
upgraded

and the battery was dead.

I assure you this won't happen
again.

- Let me ask you a real
question.

Why the fuck are you so calm
right now?

- I made peace with the fact

that today was outta my control.

- Oh, you made peace?

Oh you made peace, that is nice.

That's so nice, 'cause while
you were busy making peace,

I was busy getting fucked in the
ass.

Who do I blame for that?

- I take the blame for BPMQ,

and I swear I will make
that one up to you.

But I warned you about Synthro.

- Excuse me? You warned
me?

- I did.

Maybe you should channel
some of your frustration

into your own shortcomings. Like
a man.

- Wow.

We're done, bitch.

- Oh, just like that?

- Yeah, just like that.

- Who knew you had such thin
skin?

- Oh, fuck you.

What, you think you're hot
shit 'cause you wrote some code

and programmed a few bots?

You're playing games at the kids
table.

I sit at the high rollers table.

I sit beside the best.

- I know you do, Bob.

- You embarrassed me
today.

- And I apologize.

Like I said, I'll make it up to
you,

but I can't do that if you
don't give me a chance.

- You better call me
Monday

with the ultimate stock tip.

Or you can start looking for a
new pimp.

- Ahh!

- You got three
seconds to tell me who you are

and how you got this number.

One, two.

- I need some inspiration.

- Holy shit.

I never thought you'd actually
call.

- Yeah, well can you help me or
not?

- You said inspiration,
yeah?

- I did.

- That mean
what I think it means?

- It means what you think it
means.

Don't tell me you've
actually grown a conscience.

- Nah, nah, nah, just --

I just didn't figure
you'd want to go down

that rabbit hole again.

Hallucination leaves scars.

Know what I'm saying?

- Well if you can't help me,
I'll gladly buy somewhere else.

- Hey, hey, hey,
pump your brakes, mami.

Just gotta make sure you won't
hold me liable, you feel me?

- I promise I won't sue you.

What do you got in stock?

- I got it all, baby
doll.

LSD, PCP, DMT, ketamine,
mescaline, salvia,

bath salts, mushrooms, acid.

- Do you have anything new?

- It's dangerous.

- These are illicit,
mind-altering drugs,

they're all dangerous.

- Nah, this one's
different.

They call it the Bloody Sundae.

Supposed to be a new kind of
trip.

- Have you moved any yet?

- Nah, nobody wants to
risk it.

There's this whole protocol you
gotta follow if you take it.

- Explain it to me.

- All right, look.

Says here you get a 30 CC
syringe.

99% solvent, 1% drug.

You gotta do 10 CCs with
breakfast, 10 with lunch,

10 with dinner.

- Why drag it out?

- I guess it's like
extended release type shit.

- Have you heard of any ODs?

- My boy sold some
to this guy a few weeks back.

Took 20 CCs with lunch, dropped
dead five minutes later.

You sure you wanna do this?

- I'll take it.

- 10 CCs with
breakfast, 10 with lunch,

10 with dinner.

- Master of my own
fate. Champion of my own cause.

Queen of the jungle.

Master of my own fate.

Champion of my own cause.

Queen of the jungle.

Master of my own fate,
master of my own fate.

Champion of my own cause,
champion of my own cause.

Queen of the jungle,
queen of the jungle.

Master of my own fate!

Champion of my own cause!
Queen of the --

- Stop!

I want you to imagine that
you're on a desert island.

You have no food,

no water,

you're the only living creature
for miles.

- And that
is where Clean PTSD comes in.

And that's where Clean PTSD come
in.

My name is Patricia Sawyer.
...the symptoms include...

...up to 300 patients...
...intrusive flashbacks...

...abuse and assault...
...crippling anxiety...

CEO of Clean Therapeutics.

Now

we begin to examine

the effectiveness of the drug.

- Don't buy the hype.

Create the hype.

Start the fire yourself,

and you'll never get burned.

Bang.

Ahh!

- You better call me
Monday

with the ultimate stock tip.

Or you can start looking for a
new pimp.

- Relax.

Gather your senses.

Get your bearings.

You know this place.

You're safe here.

This is our mind,

and our mind is our temple.

And now it's time we get to
work.

- PTSD,
of course, stands for

Post-traumatic Stress Disorder,

a mental health condition
triggered by a specific event.

- A
mental health condition...

A mental health condition,
a mental health condition...

a mental health condition
triggered by a specific event.

But there's yet to be a proper
pill

tailored for this condition.

And that's where Clean PTSD
comes in.

And that is where Clean PTSD
comes in.

And that's where Clean PTSD
comes in.

We now begin to examine the
effectiveness

and safety of the drug,

with a timeline of eight to ten
months for the initial data.

Found you.

- Yeah?

- Is this Mrs. Hamilton?

- Who
the fuck wants to know?

- Mrs. Hamilton, my name is
Mollie Reid,

I work for a law firm

that specializes in
wrongful death litigation.

- Good for
you, I'm hanging up now.

- You don't even wanna
ask why I'm callin'?

- I don't need
to ask.

It's the same reason every
other vulture's been callin'.

All you parasites tryin' to
make a buck off my son's death.

- Ma'am, I promise, money
is not my motivation.

I'd just like to know more
about what happened to your son.

- Why? So
you can build up a case

in the name of good old justice?

I've heard that one before, too.

- John's passing was an
injustice.

The amount of people murdered
by police every year --

- Those
cops didn't kill Johnny.

They might have pulled the
trigger,

but they didn't kill him.

It's that drug company that did
it.

- Tell me about Clean
Therapeutics, Mrs. Hamilton.

- My baby boy
comes home after two tours,

tells me his hands won't stop
shakin',

says the nightmares won't leave
him alone.

Says he can still hear
the bombs and bullets.

- John had post-traumatic stress
disorder.

It wasn't his fault.

- I tell my
other boy Jack

to look after his little
brother,

but Jack don't listen to me no
more.

One day I get a knock at the
door.

Sheriff comes by,

tells me Johnny caused a
big scene down at the mall,

says my son took his clothes
off,

and then he starts tellin'
everyone

that the devil's gonna rise up
from hell

and burn it all down.

I remember when he was five
years old,

Johnny was a cowboy for his
birthday.

That's the first thing I saw
in my head when they told me.

Do you have any children?

- I have a three-year-old son.

- Oh, do you
love him?

- With all my heart.

In fact, I'm lookin' at his
beautiful face as we speak.

- What's he
doin'?

- He's playing with his favorite
toy.

It's this little brown horse.

I think my boy might
wanna be a cowboy, too.

- I just want my son back.

- I know, I know.

And I wish I could give that to
you.

But maybe I could give you
something else.

- I never
got it the way Johnny did.

Half the time he was
livin' in another world.

- Yeah, I could tell.

He wouldn't look me in the eye,
you know?

It's like he was just
lookin' right past me.

Like he was seeing
something that wasn't there.

- My mother
used to say the same thing.

Then she forced him to sign
up for that damn trial.

What made you volunteer for it?

- Nightmares.

Plus they were payin'
and I needed the cash.

- You still
having those nightmares?

- Yep.

Already spent the cash, too.

- Fucking
economy.

Bleedin' this country bone dry.

- Amen, brother.

You got people on the street,
not a dime to their name,

and those big pharma fuckers,
they're burnin' billions.

- Billions?

It's more like trillions.

- It's fucking disgusting is
what it is.

And the worst part?

Nobody gives a shit.

They all sit at home on
their fat fucking asses,

playing the stock market,

profiting at the expense of the
people

who fight and die for their
freedom.

- I take
it you were in the service.

- I was.

Johnny told me you were, too.

- Field
artillery, three tours.

You?

- Intelligence corps.

- You miss it?

- Every goddamn day.

I was really tight with my unit.

At the end of our last tour, we
uh,

we hit up this shitty little
tattoo parlor

and we got these barcodes on our
wrists.

- Why barcodes?

- We wanted people to know,

know that we're all just
products of war.

A war bought and paid for

by the pricks more powerful than
us.

Do you ever get angry, Jack?

I'm talking like

real anger.

Rage.

- That's all I
ever feel.

Sometimes,

sometimes I just wanna hurt
someone.

- You should.

- Are you sayin'
I

should feel like hurtin'
someone?

Or are you saying I should hurt
someone?

- Both.

- Lobby has three
access points.

Seven floors, five fire exits.

Conference room on the top
floor. One security desk,

four staff. Guards armed
with semi-automatic pistols,

40 caliber.

- You are the
master of your own fate.

You are the champion of your own
cause.

You are the queen

of the goddamn jungle.

And you're about to show them
why.

- Jesus. Fuck.

It's 3:30.

- You told me to call you on
Monday

with the ultimate stock tip.

It's Monday.

- Okay, hold on.

Let me just put together a
coffee.

- Clean Therapeutics, symbol is
CLN.

- Let's see, uh,

ah come on, that's a $25 stock.

- Yes, I'm aware.

- Well, we can't
manipulate a $25 stock.

- We won't need to.

- Up or down?

- Up.

- How do you know?

- My contact at the pharma
council

leaked me a copy of their
results.

- Well, I'm gonna need
to see this leak for myself.

- Already sent it to you.

- Good, good.

Okay, when are they announcing?

- It's on Friday.

- Okay, look,

obviously I need to verify
everything with my people,

but if we like what we see,
we'll get the firm on board.

- And you'll tell your boss
about me?

- My boss?

I will tell him everything.

- We're in.

Long on CLN at 27.25.

- How many shares?

- One million.

I spoke to the boss this
morning,

he gave me the go-ahead
to buy throughout the day.

- So when do I get to
meet him?

- If all goes well on
Friday,

he wants to see you here next
week.

- Welcome to
Colt Creative Capital,

the world leader in finance.

Please state your business at
the tone,

and we'll match you to the
appropriate department.

- I would like to speak to Mr.
Colt

about his daughter Sydney.

A spot at the abortion
clinic just opened up.

- How did you know
my daughter was pregnant?

- The internet is a very
educational place

if you know where to look.

- Well, if you
really knew where to look,

you'd know that another tabloid
scandal

is a mere flesh wound.

You want to blackmail me
sweetheart?

You'd better go for the jugular.

- I have no intention of
blackmailing you, Mr. Colt.

I just needed your attention.

- Mission accomplished.

Now what?

- You employ a man named Robert
Webb, AKA Bob the Broker.

True or false?

- True.

- Earlier today,

Bob suggested you take your
firm long on Clean Therapeutics.

True or false?

- True again.

- Did he tell you it was my
idea?

- Honey, I don't have

the faintest fuckin' clue who
you are.

- That's what I thought.

Mr. Colt,

I'm the reason why Bob has had
his most profitable quarter

since he first started at your
firm.

You're wealthier today
than you were yesterday

because of me.

- That's a bold
statement.

- By all means, feel free to
refute it.

You're clearly entitled to
think Bob is a decent broker.

- Bob's a jellyfish.

He happened to come along
when the chat rooms got hot

and we've been exploiting
his following ever since.

You gonna tell me what the fuck
you want?

- I want Bob's job.

I want a seat at the high
rollers table.

- Sometimes I forget what
it's like

to be on the outside looking in.

- In my day, it was
the era of the analyst.

The analyst says jump, the
retail investor says how high.

Couple decades go by and we
get the dorm room douchebags,

masquerading as message
board fortune tellers.

You'd think everyone would
wise up when that bubble burst,

and yet here we are,

another stupid fucking
generation
who can't seem to grasp

that arrogance and ignorance
are the same thing.

You can sell your vanity
to the online circle jerk,

and I will sit here and applaud
you for recognizing them

as the brain-dead sheep
that they really are,

but don't you dare try to
suggest

that you have any level of
control.

You don't and you never will.

- I disagree.

- You really
believe you're special?

You're the one who's gonna
change the game, sweetheart?

- Anyone with a computer
and a little bit of ambition

can do what I've done.

I'm not the future of this game.

- So who the fuck are you
then?

- I am the game.

- Fuck me.

Now I'm curious.

- Did Bob show you

the trial results my contact
sent me?

- Bob said he secured
that leak.

- I bet he did.

What do you think of the data?

- Personally, I
wouldn't be surprised

if Clean saw $50 before
the closing bell on Friday.

- And what if I told
you Clean's gonna hit $3

long before it hits 50?

- Did you say $3?

- I did.

- Are you telling me you
think

they're gonna drop 90% in a
single day?

- I don't think,

I know.

- Well shit, I
gather you've been shorting.

- Every day this week.

- So you're betting
against Clean,

even though you found the data,

the very same data that
says it's going sky high.

Why are you so certain
Clean's gonna crash?

- I can't give you that answer
for free.

- Name your price.

- I don't want your money.

All I'm asking for is your
faith.

- Well, in that case,

I believe my firm and I will be
sticking

with our long position
on Clean Therapeutics,

one million shares at 27.25 per
share.

- Well, in that case,

you can call me back at 4:01 on
Friday,

and let me know how it feels

to get stung by Bob the
jellyfish.

- You said $3, right?

- You know what? Make
it 2.99.

- 2.99 it is.

Good luck with that, sweetheart.

- Thanks.

Enjoy the show.

- This is the
moment we've been waiting for.

...anyone got the link...
...I posted the link...

What time's the conference call?

...it's at noon...
...pretty sure it's 12:30...

This drug is gonna change so
many lives.

...Patricia Sawyer cares...
...best stock ever...

I love Clean Therapeutics.

This could be the biggest
trade of the year.

Market opens in five, four,

three, two.

- Hello?

- Mrs. Hamilton, it's
time.

- I keep saying

there's something wrong with my
boy.

I keep telling 'em their pill's

playing tricks on his
mind, but they don't care.

- Is this legit?

...gotta be fake...
...are people selling?

I think CLN's going red.

...it's fake news...
...Hamilton bitch is lying...

This woman is a hedge fund
puppet.

He had a mental breakdown, so
what?

Where's the proof?

It's clearly a fake document.

- I just
couldn't keep quiet no more.

No way.

People need to know the truth

about this godforsaken company.

- What the fuck?

Why are we already down 10%?

I'm down $2,000, should I sell?

No, buy more. It's
gonna go back up.

Fuck it, I'm selling.

Sometimes I just hate this game.

- You should see an old
lamp post

with yellow graffiti.

It's coming up in about half a
klick.

- I see it.

- Turn left at the stop sign.

You see a warehouse up ahead?

- I do.

- Pull your vehicle to a
stop beside the dumpster

on the south side of the
building.

- Copy that.

- Well done, soldier.

You've successfully reached
the ammunition supply point.

Exit the vehicle and secure the
package.

- Package
secure.

- Open it.

What do you think, Jack?

- It's
beautiful.

- I'm glad you like it.

Now put the car back and
drive and proceed to target.

- Hello
everyone.

My name is Patricia Sawyer,
CEO of Clean Therapeutics.

Before we begin our
conference call as scheduled,

I need to address the false
claims

lobbied at our company this
morning.

Let me be clear,

we have never had any
communication with this woman.

And her son John,

never participated in our
Clean PTSD clinical trial.

The documents she shared
online are 100% fake.

Cheap forgeries designed to
suggest

that her son was on our
patient enrollment list

and that we doctored our own
trial results

to cover up his adverse reaction
to the drug.

These are all lies,

and we will press charges
against all responsible.

Justice will prevail.

- I'm in
position.

- Lock and load.

Talk me through the layout.

- Seven
floors, five fire exits.

- What about security?

- One desk, four
staff.

Guards armed with compact 40
cal.

- And the conference room?

- It's on the
top floor.

- That's where they are, Jack.

Safe and sound in their ivory
tower.

Those greedy cocksuckers
killed your little brother,

and now we're gonna make 'em
pay.

Are you ready?

- My
heart's beatin' real fast.

- Relax, slow your breathin'.

Tell me who you are, Jack.

- I'm the
master of my own fate.

- Exit the vehicle.

Keep talking.

- I'm the
champion of my own cause.

- Finish it.

- I'm
the king of the jungle.

- Now say it like you fucking
mean it.

- I'm the
master of my own fate.

I'm the champion of my own
cause.

I'm the king of the jungle.

- Again, motherfucker.

- Master of my fate.
Champion of my cause.

I'm the king of the fucking
jungle.

- Damn right, you are, soldier.

Now put your phone away and
make your country proud.

- I'll call
you back when it's done.

- I'll be right here.

- When
we started this trial

nearly three years ago,

we knew we had a gamechanger on
our hands.

Mental illness is the silent
killer of our generation,

and we believe that --

Did you hear that?

- Was that a gun?

- Shh, don't
move.

- Let's go!

- Call
security --

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.

Oh my God!

- Jesus Christ, are you
seeing this?

No, no, no, no.

What the fuck is going on?

- You once told me to
start the fire myself

and I would never get burned.

Do you feel the heat, Bob?

- What did you say?

- You were a bad investment,
it was time to sell.

- This was you?

- Did you pray today, Bob?

Did you pray for your trade?

- You're fuckin' insane.

- Actually, I think I'm psychic.

I told you I was gonna fuck you
over

a great big pile of money.

Goodbye, Bob.

You're right on time.

- I have to admit,
sweetheart,

that was pretty extraordinary.

- I wouldn't call it that, Mr.
Colt.

- What would you call it?

- Easy money.

- Well, you just cost me
nearly

15 million dollars.

- And how would you like to
make it all back by next Friday?

- I'd like that very
much.

A seat at the high rollers
table just opened up.

Are you in or out?

- I'm in.

- Come by the
office Monday morning.

Market opens at 9:30.

- I'll be there at eight.

- I am the master of my
own fate.

I am the champion of my own
cause.

I am the queen

of the jungle.