Manhattan Film Festival

Teddy, a boisterous real estate broker, loses the sale of an exorbitant villa over the phone as he prepares for an impending meeting. In the conference room, waiting, is another client, another chance at a sale: young Billy. Teddy rallies himself, striding into the conference room with boundless swagger. “All right Billy! Ready to buy that house?” Billy asks feebly, “Hey Teddy, how are you?” Teddy doesn’t answer. How he is is that he needs to close this deal to turn this day into a win, but it’s not going to be easy. Billy looks horrible: he doesn’t seem to have slept in days, and has probably been in some kind of horrific fight. He’s wearing a bright pink cast on his arm, which he unsuccessfully tries to hide from Teddy. Teddy, ignoring these red flags, presses on, insisting that Billy’s new house is the key to a vibrant, beautiful future. Teddy booms with nostalgic pride for his own promising youth and likens himself to the increasingly frustrated young man. Teddy’s attempts at jokes and salesman’s tactics prove only to make young Billy boil over.