金が全ての世界に囚われた人達。
稼いでいるが使い過ぎ、また、幸せそうにも見えない。
- なぜそれほど金が必要なのか
- 離婚と慰謝料
- 散財
- 見栄
- 自分の幸福を分析していない
- 退廃的な人生への憧れ
- 憧れはこだわり
- こだわりは思考停止
【最後の方、SethとWillの車中の会話】
WILL EMERSON
I'm trying to think of every last one of
them I can and then I'll make them
willing.
This line sits there for a minute and WILL looks out onto the
city.
SETH
Are you ok with that?
WILL EMERSON
I'm about to completely fuck guys I've
been doing business with for fifteen
years so no I'm not exactly ok with it.
But look, every last one of them would do
the same thing to me in a second...so it
is what it is.
SETH
I guess. And what about everyone else?
WILL EMERSON
Everyone else?
SETH
Normal people.
WILL EMERSON
What are you a socialist? Fuck me Seth.
WILL looks over at SETH, sizing him up, looking to see if he
has what it takes.
WILL EMERSON (cont'd)
Look, If you want to do this with your
life, and do it well, you need to believe
that you are necessary. And you are. If
people want to live like this...with
their big cars and these houses that they
haven't even paid for. Then you are
necessary. The only reason they can
continue to live like kings is because
we've got our fingers on the scale in
THEIR favor. And if I were to take my
finger off...
(MORE)
(CONTINUED)
78.
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WILL EMERSON (cont'd)
Then the whole world gets really fucking
fair, really fucking quickly. And no one
wants that, they say they do...but they
don't. They want what we're giving them,
but they also want to play innocent and
pretend they have no idea how we get it.
And that's more hypocrisy than I can
swallow. So fuck em.
Long look out at the city ahead.
WILL EMERSON (cont'd)
And tomorrow if this all goes south
they'll crucify us for being reckless,
but if we are wrong and everything get's
back on track. They'll be laughing their
arses off at us for being the biggest
bunch of pussies that God ever let
through the door.
He is trying to convince himself as much as SETH. They both
look out the windows.
SETH
Are we gonna be wrong on this one?
WILL looks into the sea of skyscrapers that now tower above
them.
WILL
No...they're all gonna get fucked.
【最後TuldがSamにレストランで金が全てだろ、と】
TULD Jesus, when did you start feeling so sorry for yourself, it's unbearable... What, you think we may have helped put some people out of business today? That it's all just for naught? Well you've been doing that everyday for almost forty years Sam. And if all this is for naught then so is everything else out there. It's just money, it's made up, a piece of paper with some pictures on it so we don't all kill each other trying to get something to eat. But it's not wrong and it's certainly not any different today than it's ever been. Ever. 1637, 1797, 1819, `37, `57,`84, 1901, `07, 1929, `37, `73, and 1987... God damn did that motherfucker fuck me up good, 92, 97, 2000, and whatever this is gonna be called. They're just the same thing over and over. We can't help ourselves, and you and I can't control it, stop it, slow it, or even ever so slightly alter it... We just react... and we get paid well for it if we're right... and get left by the side of the road if we're wrong. There's always been and there's always gonna be the same percentage of winners and losers, happy fucks and sad sacks, fat pigs and starving dogs in this world... yes there may be more of us today... but the percentages... they always stay exactly the same.
