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fucked.
    Williamson: You’re saying that I’m fucked.
    Levene: Yes. (Pause.) I am. I’m sorry to antagonize you.
    Williamson: Let me . . .
    Levene: . . . and I’m going to get bounced and you’re . . .
    Williamson: . . . let me . . . are you listening to me . . . ?
    Levene: Yes.
    Williamson: Let me tell you something, Shelly. I do what I’m hired to do. I’m . . . wait a second. I’m hired to watch the leads. I’m given . . . hold on, I’m given a policy. My job is to do that. What I’m told. That’s it. You, wait a second, anybody falls below a certain mark I’m not permitted to give them the premium leads.
    Levene: Then how do they come up above that mark? With dreck . . . ? That’s nonsense. Explain this to me. ‘Cause it’s a waste, and it’s a stupid waste. I want to tell you something . . .
    Williamson: You know what those leads cost?
    Levene: The premium leads. Yes. I know what they cost. John. Because I, I generated the dollar revenue sufficient to buy them. Nineteen senny- nine , you know what I made? Senny- nine ? Ninety-six thousand dollars. John? For Murray . . . For Mitch . . . look at the sheets . . .
    Williamson: Murray said . . .
    Levene: Fuck him. Fuck Murray. John? You know? You tell him I said so. What does he fucking know? He’s going to have a “sales” contest . . . you know what our sales contest used to be? Money. A fortune. Money lying on the ground. Murray? When was the last time he went out on a sit? Sales contest? It’s laughable. It’s cold out there now, John. It’s tight. Money is tight. This ain’t sixty-five. It ain’t. It just ain’t. See? See? Now, I’m a good man —but I need a . . .
    Williamson: Murray said . . .
    Levene: John. John . . .
    Williamson: Will you please wait a second. Shelly. Please. Murray told me: the hot leads . . .
    Levene: . . . ah, fuck this . . .
    Williamson: The . . . Shelly? (Pause.) The hot leads are assigned according to the board. During the contest. Period. Anyone who beats fifty per . . .
    Levene: That’s fucked. That’s fucked. You don’t look at the fucking percentage. You look at the gross.
    Williamson: Either way. You’re out.
    Levene: I’m out.
    Williamson: Yes.
    Levene: I’ll tell you why I’m out. I’m out, you’re giving me toilet paper. John. I’ve seen those leads. I saw them when I was at Homestead, we pitched those cocksuckers Rio Rancho nineteen sixty- nine they wouldn’t buy. They couldn’t buy a fucking toaster. They’re broke, John. They’re cold. They’re deadbeats, you can’t judge on that. Even so. Even so. Alright. Fine. Fine. Even so. I go in, FOUR FUCKING LEADS they got their money in a sock. They’re fucking Polacks, John. Four leads. I close two. Two. Fifty per . . .
    Williamson: . . . they kicked out.
    Levene: They all kick out. You run in streaks, pal. Streaks. I’m . . . I’m . . . don’t look at the board, look at me. Shelly Levene. Anyone. Ask them on Western. Ask Getz at Homestead. Go ask Jerry Graff. You know who I am . . . I NEED A SHOT. I got to get on the fucking board. Ask them. Ask them. Ask them who ever picked up a check I was flush. Moss, Jerry Graff, Mitch himself . . . Those guys lived on the business I brought in. They lived on it . . . and so did Murray, John. You were here you’d of benefited from it too. And now I’m saying this. Do I want charity? Do I want pity ? I want sits. I want leads don’t come right out of a phone book. Give me a lead hotter than that, I’ll go in and close it. Give me a chance. That’s all I want. I’m going to get up on that fucking board and all I want is a chance. It’s a streak and I’m going to turn it around. (Pause.) I need your help. (Pause.)
    Williamson: I can’t do it, Shelly. (Pause.)
    Levene: Why?
    Williamson: The leads are assigned randomly . . .
    Levene: Bullshit, bullshit, you assign them . . . . What are you telling me?
    Williamson: . . . apart from the top men on the contest board.
    Levene: Then put me on the