Glengarry Glen Ross (Americani) – David Mamet (script)
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SCENE THREE – The restaurant.
Roma is seated alone at the booth. Lingkis at the booth next to him. Roma is talking to him.
ROMA…all train compartments smell vaguely of shit.
It gets so you don’t mind it.
That’s the worst thing that I can confess.
You know how long it took me to get there? A long time.
When you die you’re going to regret the things you don’t do.
You think you’re queer…? I’m going to tell you something:we’re all queer.
You think that you’re a thief?
You get be fuddled by a middle-class morality…?
Get shut of it.
Shut it out.
You cheated on your wife…?
You did it, live with it.
(pause) You fuck little girls, so be it.There’s an absolute morality?
And then what?
If you thinkt here is, then be that thing.
Bad people go to hell?
I don’t think so.
If you think that, act that way.
A hell exists on earth?
Yes.I won’t live in it.
That’s me.You ever take a dump made you feel you’d just slept for twelve hours…?
LINGK Did I…?
LINGK I don’t know.
ROMA…Or a piss…?
A great meal fades in reflection.
Everything else gains.
You know why? ‘Cause it’s only food.
This shit we eat, it keeps us going.
But it’s only food.The great fucks that you may have had.
What do you remember about them?
LINGK…What do I…?
ROMA…I don’t know.
For me, I’m saying,what is is, it’s probably not the orgasm.
Some broads, forearms on your neck, something her eyes did. There was a sound she made…or,me, lying, in the, I’ll tell you:me lying in bed; the next day she brought me café au lait.
She gives me a cigarette, my balls feel like concrete.
What I’m saying,what is our life?
(pause) It’s looking forward or it’s looking back.
And that’s our life.That’s it.
Where is the moment?
(pause) And what is it that we’re afraid of? Loss.
(pause) The bank closes.
We get sick, mywife died on a plane, the stockmarket collapsed…the house burnt down…what of these happen…?None on ‘em.
We worry anyway.What does this mean?
I’m not secure.
How can I be secure?
(pause) Through a massing wealth beyond all measure?
And what’s beyond all measure?
That’s a sickness.That’s a trap.
There is no measure.Only greed.
How can we act?
ROMA (CONT’D)..The right way, we would say, todeal with this: "There is a one-in-a-million chance that so and so will happen…Fuck it, it won’t happen to me…" No.
We know that’s not the right way I think.
(pause) We say the correct way to deal with this is "There is a one-in-so-and-so chance this will happen…
God protect me.
I am powerless, let it not happen to me…" But no to that.I say.
There’s something else.What is it? "If it happens, AS IT MAY for that is not within our powers, I will deal with it, just as I do today with what draws my concern today." I say this is how we must act.
I do those things which seem correct to me today.
I trust myself.
And if security concerns me, I do that which today I think will make me secure.
And every day I do that, when that day arrives that I need a reserve, [a] odds are that I have it, and [b] the true reserve that I have is the strength that I have of acting each day without fear.
(pause) According to the dictates of my mind.
(pause) Stocks, bonds, objects of art, real estate.
Now: what are they?
(pause) An opportunity.
To make money?
To lose money? Perhaps.
To "indulge" and to"learn" about ourselves?
Perhaps.So fucking what?
What isn’t? They’re an opportunity.
That’s all.They’re an event.
A guy comes upto you, you make a call, you sendin a brochure, it doesn’t matter,"There’re these properties I’d like for you to see." What does it mean?What you want it to mean.
(pause) If that’s what it signifies to you.Security?
(pause) All it is is THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO YOU.
(pause) That’s all it is.
How are they different?
(pause) Some poor newly married guy gets run down by a cab.
Some bus boywins the lottery.
(pause) All it is, it’s a carnival.
What’s special…what draws us?
(pause) We’re all different.
(pause) We’re not the same.
(pause) We are not the same.
(pause, sighs) It’s been a long day.
(pause) What are you drinking?
ROMA Well, let’s have a couple more.
My name is Richard Roma, what’s yours?
I’m glad to meet you.
(they shake hands) I’m glad to meet you, James.
(pause) I want to show you something.
(pause) It might mean nothing to you…andit might not. (MORE)
ROMA I don’t know.
I don’t know anymore.
(He takes out a small map and spreads it on a table) What is that?
Florida. Glengarry Highlands.
Florida. "Florida.Bullshit." And maybe that’s true;and that’s what I said: but look here: what is this?
This is a piece of land.
Listen to what I’m going to tell you now:…