| Zupnik Enterprises; Inc. | Stanley R Zupnik Jerry Tokofsky GLENGARRY GLEN ROSS Screenplay by David Mamet First Draft ZUPNIK ENTERPRISES 9229 Sunset Blvd. Suite 818 Les Angeles, CA 90069"GLENGARRY GLEN ROS: FADE IN: INT. CHINESE RESTAURANT - NIGHT - ON A WALL TELEPHONE RESTAURANT SOUNDS in the background. A man's torso, the MAN in a heavy overcoat, sits down at the telephone. The man takes off heavy gloves, blows on his hands to warm them. He hunts in his pockets for change. Puts the change on the telephone table, fumbles the coins into the telephone. Dials. MAN (INTO PHONE) Twenty-three-o-six... As the man waits, he takes out a cigar, takes off the cellophane, and lights it. MAN (CONT'D) Hello, honey. How you doing? (pause) Good. (pause) And what did he say? (pause) Is he there now? (pause) When did he leave? (pause) Uh huh. (pause) Yes. I'm stopping here, I've got alittle meeting, then I'll... (pause) I would if I could. (pause) As soon as I can... let me get off and... I promise you, I promise you, it's going to be alright. ANGLE ON THE MAN (SHELLEY LEVINE) in his late fifties, sitting in his overcoat, talking on the phone. As he hangs up, DAVE MOSS, a man in his fifties, walks past. moss (to Levene) Buncha bullshit, waste a good man's time...LEVENE (over his shoulder, as he feeds coins into phone) Uh huh, (into phone) Hello, may I please speak to Dr. Lewenstein...? It's rather important. Would you get him please...? Moss sits down at the telephone next to Levene, takes out a large appointment book from his briefcase, feeds coins into the phone. Moss (to Levene) Buncha bullshit, trine' make a living with these deadbeat leads, I swear to God, I'm out ona sit yesterday... (into phone) Hello: Mrs. Swaboda: This is Dave Moss, we spoke yesterday. Now: On the Rio Rancho Estates, we've had a situation just come up, the president of our company is in town just one day, and he has certain "parcels"... LEVENE (into phone) Hello, Doctor...? Well, would you... he's not there...? Well, I have to talk to him. Yes, it's fairly urgent. Mr. Levene... No, I'll, no, I can't be reached, I'll get back to him... Thank you. (hangs up) Moss {on phone) Certain choice parcels which he's given me a "hold on" for the next forty-eight hours: Now what would be the best time to get you and your husband together? Say, tonight at... Zen, or, what, tomorrow at eight? “Okay... well, when is a good time to do that...? (pause) Look, you sent in the... listen to me: I have got forty-eight hours, to make you a lot of money. Now... (pause) Well, when will he be home? Alright. I'll call you back in ten minutes...