Industry (2020) s02e08 Episode Script

1
Thanks.
Arigato.
Are you okay?
Yeah, you?
Guys, life's a game of inches.
- Yep.
- No fuck ups, please.
- Hold still.
- Eric, have a mint.
Fucking hell,
sort him out, he smells like Gazza.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
You spent a lot of money
training and nurturing an all-star team
only to have the Yankees
poach them as they took flight.
Age-old story of sports.
They've literally just
handed in their passes. Mm.
But just because we have
a hole in our roster
doesn't mean we're desperate.
We hear nothing
but dysfunction out of Pierpoint.
A whole enterprise
treated like blood sport.
It's hard
to plumb new depths
when you're already at rock bottom.
The industry, I mean.
What I mean is
you misheard.
The scale of opportunity
for a lean operation like ours is huge.
We can mint your reputation.
Make you synonymous
with the old players.
You take it personally
that you've just been gutted.
We'll take it personally for you
and murder your old team on the tape.
We're half the manpower,
and double the sales credits
of the team that just walked out on you.
And I'm all the flow.
I don't even know the name
of your old trader,
but I'm certain he knows mine.
And and we're a legit unit. No silos.
More than the sum of our parts.
- This kid.
- Nah.
These kids. They're the future.
They're your future.
And they're the right price.
I'm just a bonus feature.
And they have Jesse Bloom of course.
If this does go ahead,
we'll, of course, look
to bake a very healthy
relocation package into your terms.
Relocation?
Yes. We're looking to focus
our rebuild closer to home.
- Tokyo?
- New York.
That could work.
Be one of those Murray Hill wankers?
Look, Pierpoint were sending us
home anyway.
At least now, we go on our own terms.
A shame I'm spoken for, though.
I would have, uh
would've
had my pick of the New York skirt.
- Uh!
- Mm!
Now let's do one more.
They storing any
oversized barmaids back there?
Uh, Eric. I, uh, I wanted,
um, your advice
on something, uh, managerial
you know, sensitive,
that our fucking buddy,
William P. Adler the Third,
is making me bury.
This grad on the FX desk had a
pretty horrendous night with a client.
I guess it's not my issue now.
I just don't wanna deal with any of this
HR bullshit for real.
I almost got married myself, bro.
- Yeah, I met her
- Do you feel like
everything we do is a confidence game?
getting three-wayed
by Delta Kappa Epsilon
I wonder sometimes
That's heavy mate.
are we the marks?
What did I what did I build?
- What did I make?
- I once walked in
- on my parents fucking.
- What do I leave?
Oh, wow.
Did you walk straight out again?
And do I believe in any of it now?
I shook my dad's hand and said
If I don't, where's that leave you?
"Go easy on her, yeah?"
New York is dead.
I'm not going back.
I'd have to relocate the family.
So we're not going.
What's the move?
I'm out of moves.
Let me know.
Harpsichord
for a second
I thought we were in trouble.
- Just Pierpints, no Pierpoint.
- Yeah.
from the Competition
and Markets Authority.
There's definitely precedence
for blocking mergers of this size.
I know you've squeezed yourself
dry working on all this prep,
- so thank you.
- Oi! Rees-Mogg's here
- and he's got the whip.
- Really,
thank you.
What I'm What I'm here to do.
I'm going to have to stand you down.
The anti-competition inquiry.
It's been stood down.
For whatever reason the Health Secretary
has taken it off the agenda,
which clears the way for Amazon
to buy out FastAide.
Basically guarantees them
the NHS contracts over Rican.
I guess eventually the whole world'll be
one big conglomerate.
Honestly,
I was a cunt hair from ordering in.
The hangover was so nuclear
this morning,
I had to load up
some very toxic imagery,
even by my standards.
What we talking?
Big, upper-class women
- Robbie?
- and I am talking big.
I don't think you should call
this desk again.
Oh, really?
You're sat in a seat that costs a
"pre-eminent financial institution"
more dollars than you're worth.
And I've got a ticket.
You're my little ticket inspector.
Okay, how's this,
make me a price in cable.
Half a yard.
No.
Well I shall have to take
my custom away then.
Is that the client? Mallon Mercer?
She wants a price
in half a billion of cable.
- Come on, Robbie.
- Half a yard?
Let's fucking fill them.
Mate, that is
reputation-changing commission,
Bob. Why they calling you?
Tell them it's
because you're good at your job.
It's quite a wad of cash.
It doesn't change what happened.
But it's your call.
It's because I'm good at my job.
Cheer up, lad. You look like
you just smelled an open grave.
Tell 'em we'll work it.
- Fill in, boss.
- Yeah, okay, I heard.
Work to buy half a yard
at market and send me the fill.
You see, things happen.
And then things are fine.
We need to have a conversation.
Subject?
The more I think about it
the more I think
we shouldn't be representing
men like my father.
Men like like what? Objectionable?
Because that's a sliding scale
and many qualify.
I'm not sure I'm comfortable
with us working for him.
Three of my guys
were in the little black book
the FBI seized from Jeffrey Epstein.
Did you know he made a pass at me?
- Epstein?
- No, your father.
Art Basel in Miami a few years ago.
He was quite persistent.
I guess I wasn't exactly uninviting.
It's funny, when you brought him in
to see us, I thought,
"Is he going to remember me?"
You know what?
He didn't have the faintest idea
who I was.
I'm so sorry.
What for? We're all adults, aren't we?
My point is, every dollar, every client,
you probe deep enough,
an advantage has been taken,
an angle has been played.
Do you wanna operate within
a system and be successful?
Or do you want to dream
you can change it
and be left behind?
Wow, are you just getting back?
I'm fucking goosed.
Aurore sent me home.
Project we've been working on
is not happening.
Hmm. Sorry to hear.
A project
for Aurore?
- Healthcare space?
- Have a fucking day off, will you?
Did it have anything to do with
where the NHS contracts will land?
Really?
Whatever. It means I'm tired
and you're getting on my nerves.
Any intel,
any inside track? I mean,
it's just words to you
right in a room now,
but for me, it's gold.
Jesse's betting against FastAide.
He is short as much as he can carry.
And I need to be able
to give him edge on it.
- This is beneath you.
- Is it about a merger?
I mean, what the fuck else,
does FastAide have to offer
anybody but fucking floor space?
Is it about a merger? Amazon?
Blocking a merger?
Your silence means yes.
Government due diligence?
- Anti-competition.
- Inquiry. Fuck.
When is that happening?
Uh, I mean, it's it's perfect.
That will kill FastAide, once
and for all,
and put Jesse's short
back in the money. And, uh,
Aurore's department is killing
Amazon's purchase of FastAide?
I knew it.
I mean, she must She must have
a stake in Rican, right?
- I fucking knew it!
- Fuck off!
It's not happening. None of it.
There is no inquiry.
What?
How is Amazon being allowed
to buy FastAide
without a whimper?
What kind of shit is that?
Ask my boss. Actually ask her boss.
I need a fucking lie down.
You navigate
the trip wire and the hounds?
Dopey fuckers.
Need to start feeding 'em flesh.
I think I now lack
the bloodlust for hounds.
God, I wish the trappings
did something for me.
Gotta make peace with the fact
I'm a minute-to-minute dude.
Well, that makes you
enlightened.
Yeah. Buddha of the Bull Market.
I came to apologize
for my
blind conviction.
The FastAide short.
I think it was just, uh,
- intellectual
- There's nothing wrong
with wanting to be right.
It's the only thing that animates me,
or used to animate me.
You should stop out.
Before you start hemorrhaging
even more money.
Okay. Just say, hypothetically
the government plans to stop
any anti-competition inquiry
into Amazon's takeover of FastAide.
- What happens?
- Well, FastAide goes to the Moon
and my short burns
a massive hole in my pocket.
So hypothetically, my advice is
my edge is
stop out now.
Are you talking hypothetically
or "hypothetically"?
Whichever one of those
is less hypothetical.
Wow.
You wanna roll any of this back?
Roll what back?
The info
that you gleaned from your roommate
it doesn't take a savant
to piece that together.
You wearing a wire?
What?
Fuck.
You're not mic'd.
I think it's time for you to leave now,
not hypothetically.
Maybe I never knew what you wanted.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Hey
Hey, stranger.
You nervous about the wedding?
Tomorrow's the big day.
The thought of Church-enforced monogamy
has me blasting darts like Mötley Crüe.
Aren't you persona non grata here?
It's all up in the air.
I need to speak with Eric.
Can I borrow your card to get in?
Sure.
- I'll just get a temp.
- Thank you.
Fuck me. Marriage and moving continents.
Bit much, innit?
Bit fucking much.
If you're gonna have
the temerity to smoke
in my office, at least make it tobacco.
Adler's in town for RIF.
I've got us a sit down with him.
He doesn't know it yet.
If we need the opening
it's ours.
Do we need it?
I think Bloom is out.
Hmm.
I'm not sure I wanna live
in a world where these exist.
Where does that leave us now
with Shogun?
Without Bloom?
Not even Shogun will have us.
Can you imagine me with
my feet up?
Slippers and and a pipe?
My UK visa's contingent on a job here.
I've built a life here.
Going back to the US would
be a defeat.
My last trip to New York was a nadir.
I'm alive here.
Your friend lives for the limelight.
I am going to be joined by CEO,
founder, and chief PM
of Crotona Park Capital,
Jesse Bloom. And what a time
to have him sat down with us,
given his last twelve months.
Thank you for joining us, Jesse.
And thanks for having me.
Uh, your CNBC appearance
at the start of the pandemic
is now historic.
It was quite the performance.
The voice-catching. The fear.
You deserve a Tony.
Wait. Are we still back on this?
I'm supposed to apologize
because I said hell was at the door
- and then hell showed up?
- You were early
on the right side of the trade
after your
comments. Incriminatingly early.
If you knew what you were talking about,
you'd know that being early
is as bad as being late
- on a trade.
- What is it?
I was on time.
Sorry, Jesse. Are we keeping you?
Apologies. It's my kid.
We're very close.
Started in the Bank of England in '92,
- had a very active role
- What's he done?
'98, working in the poker trade.
Is part of the appeal of having
such a big call
He might bypass on the Propecia
but he seemed totally lost on route.
- Yo, what are you
- Wait and trust me.
If you guys wanna know
why I do what I do.
The answer is thrillingly simple
and it won't satisfy you at all.
Markets make sense to me.
I find them as legible
as anything in the world.
And dammit, I'm nothing
if I can't make a cheeky punt.
Is part of the appeal of knowing
you have a good call,
the idea that you might be remembered?
And what about your conscience?
My what?
Oh, yes. That little voice
we all carry around inside us.
Yeah, Jiminy Cricket and I go way back.
He's real good at telling me
how to make money.
Rish, how much Rican
is available in the market?
Harper, what are you doing?
Are you fucking me again here, H?
I'm guaranteeing Bloom. No BS. My word.
It's a little bit funny, isn't it?
He's literally texting me, right now.
How much can you get?
you'll ultimately have to pay.
No idea. We'll have
to check the free float.
Source it, buy it. Don't need a price.
Bloom already owns half of Rican.
He's adding. Let's keep the tap on.
Let's keep our man happy.
I thought this show
was supposed to be hard-hitting.
All right, I'm on it.
Tell him we're, uh
- Are we capable of getting
- We'll make it work.
a moment from you
that you don't just sidestep
- with a wisecrack?
- Or irony?
If nothing matters,
nobody looks, nobody cares.
- Suits you perfectly.
- Yeah, I have a sense of humor,
so I'm not a serious person?
You wanna hear something serious?
You were speaking earlier
about the proliferation
of big tech and it's overreach
into every corner of our lives.
Anywhere else in this world,
Amazon's purchase of FastAide
would be waved through.
I'm just glad that in a place
like Britain,
they still take anti-competition
rules seriously.
I'm glad they seek to weed out
government corruption and cronyism.
I'm glad they still have
reverence for the institutions
that made them great.
Jesse Bloom getting misty-eyed
about the British high street.
Whatever next?
Weren't you the one
just talking about conscience?
Has an anti-competition
inquiry definitely been tabled
into the deal?
Surely! Now that it's in the ether.
And as Jesse said,
I'm sure this government
and their love of nostalgia
will do right by FastAide
and do a full and proper inquiry,
before any sale of a national darling.
And as far as any charges
of Conservative Party cronyism
are concerned, those are the views
of Mister Bloom and not the network.
You know Bloom's making money
on both sides of this trade?
Killing FastAide's acquisition chances
and making Rican the likely home
for the NHS contracts.
I couldn't possibly comment.
I'm just like everybody else.
Stuck in the ether, making plays.
Almost as if he planned it.
You'll get burned soon enough.
Yeah, maybe. Maybe.
But the thing people forget
about that Icarus dude
is before he fell, he flew.
And I bet the sun gave off
a lovely light.
Christ. You look like
you just bore witness to infanticide.
Do you have any water?
Whoa.
I think I just helped Bloom
do something
Unethical?
Illegal?
Hey, are you are you okay?
Just breathe slower.
Where's the line?
It should be big and fucking red.
I told him that
the anti-competition inquiry
was off the books.
But I think that he just talked
it back into existence.
He made his FastAide short
and Rican long work concurrently.
That knowledge was
confidential and privileged
before you gave it to him?
Yes.
- That's insider trading.
- I mean, I'd
I just thought he was gonna
use the info to stop out of his short.
I didn't know he
was gonna move the market
with a few public sentences.
I think you led him to water
and he drank.
Look me in the eye
and tell me you didn't know.
I didn't know.
I'm gonna say this
we can meet Adler, use Bloom,
play to stay in London.
Or we forget the whole thing.
You cut Bloom off at the root.
I retire.
You go back to New York.
But you're playing
a young person's game.
This is a young person's decision.
Going home is a non-starter.
So we're gonna lie in the bed you made.
Do you have
something you want to tell me?
You expect me to believe
Jesse Bloom running his mouth
about the anti-competition
committee in a public forum
was what?
Cosmic synchronicity?
What did he say?
He spoke about
the anti-competition committee.
Correction, he spoke it into being.
He spoke it back onto the agenda.
- I literally have no idea.
- Hmm.
Irish-ing it.
We're celebrating.
With this news flow,
and the general COVID job-for-mates,
Number 10 is cleaning house
with another fucking cabinet reshuffle.
The Prime Minister summoned me
this afternoon.
He likes me for Health Secretary.
- Maybe we do rule the cosmos.
- Seems that way.
I can be loose-lipped, when it suits.
So, you leaked it?
I couldn't possibly comment.
Well, you understand
with that admission,
I have to let you go?
Excuse me?
Bloom's timing is slightly insidery.
Just the right side.
We'll spin it as last in, first out.
Newbie mistake.
A simple admin error.
I'd almost call this callous
Mm-mm, people like us
know that callous is too emotive a word.
We're pragmatists.
I saw the lie of the ball and
And you played it as it lay.
I didn't even have to swing.
I'm not sure I'm cut out for politics.
Maybe not.
Politicking perhaps?
Keep Jesse in your debt.
Ours is power in performance.
His is power in reality.
Mina!
I'm not sure how to phrase this
I Let me start again.
What is it, darling?
I have been trying
to confront you on this.
Oh, my God. What is it now?
I think you groomed Theresa.
What? Wait, hold on.
Theresa who? Theresa, the nanny?
Groomed?
Yeah, can't believe I'm using that word.
Nor can I. It's disgusting
and I want you to retract it.
What other word is there?
She was a child when you met her.
Yeah, she was once,
even I was once,
but not when we started
whatever.
It's indefensible.
Many people came through that house.
Most of them were fucking invisible.
So when did you notice her?
How am I expected
to pinpoint that? I don't know.
Do you have perfect recall
of when you met the people
- who work for us?
- When did you start
to see her like
like that?
You know What?
When she grew a pair of tits?
Yes.
When she grew a pair
of fucking tits! Yes!
When she became a fucking woman.
Yeah, and when was that?
Was she 15? Fourteen?
What would you say if I told you
I felt like a woman at 12?
She was a woman when she wanted me.
We were adults.
We're allowed to like fucking.
We all used to swim together.
What?
You, me, her, we used to go swimming
together. It's disgusting!
Do you even feel guilty?
What fucking for?
And for the record,
it was your mother's idea
to pay her off.
And for the record,
your mother was scandalized.
She didn't actually give a fuck
about the girl.
Where is this coming from?
I have tried with you.
You know if we're gonna go
through this whole
"let's see the world as it is" bollocks.
Are your eyes now open?
Okay. Good.
Look at yourself!
How about some damn gratitude
for making you?
Making me?
I'm making myself.
I am trying! I am trying to make myself!
You live in the basement
of a 12-million-pound house
that I own. You used to go
on 14 holidays a year
and send me a bill.
You never even bothered
to separate our accounts!
Your career earnings flow
into my account!
And you, you just tap-tap-tap
your little Coutts card through life.
And your career?
Maybe ask yourself how someone
with such average grades,
from such an average university,
ended up in Pierpoint
on a desk you didn't apply to.
Not so oblivious now, am I?
I want nothing more to do with you.
Okay. Okay.
How about we try that then?
How about we fucking try it?
What's this? I thought
this was my 3:00 p.m.
with Kirkoswald and our macro guy?
Where's where's Coffey?
Where's Mauro?
You forget you put me in charge
of planning those high-level meetings?
I moved some stuff around.
Willy, why don't you sit down.
We have a proposal.
Proposal's too soft a word, isn't it?
I agree. We have a strategy
we want implemented.
The New York-London merger
is a false economy.
I wanna lead a new super team,
a few of us,
conflated with our best FX
hedge fund guys
and the youngest, cheapest
and hungriest talent
from our European satellite offices.
No longer CPS. But MHFS.
Macro Hedge Fund Sales.
Well, I mean, this is charming,
but holistic strategy
is above your pay grade.
What is she doing here?
She has the ear of one the biggest
hedge fund managers in the world.
"She" is your fucking business.
Does the math check out?
The whole operation is leaner
than an Olympian.
If one cog can't hack it,
they're replaced.
But we don't get fat.
Yeah, it's nice. But I
I just don't think the numbers will work
with your current headcount. Sorry.
No, but they might
when a couple of the guys
you throw the most money at
fuck off to your competitor.
Oh, you don't know?
Well, your wonder boy, Danny,
and Rishi are this close
to going Japanese.
We were a part of the cabal
that they started.
But now, we're here
loyal to the firm. Unlike them.
Punish them.
Cut them.
How can I fire them
if they're contracted away?
Their exit strategy is contingent on me.
Competitors want Bloom,
So the competitors need me.
Oh, it's a lot to weigh up.
Compelling and surprising.
A lot to mull.
Mull it for a short time, then enact it.
I don't respond well to pressure
from below.
You know, culture change,
any kind of change,
I really didn't know
where I stood with it.
But there is a culture
of suppression in this place.
A human resources field day.
A legal liability candy store
headed by you.
As recently as this week
with a graduate in FX sales.
The client in question
has also abused me.
I would be happy to testify to that.
I don't know
how you think this poxy threat
expedites my decision.
All I'm saying is,
let's work this out peer to peer.
The institution doesn't suffer.
You two are quite something.
She's quite something.
I'm an old crank.
But we were the future once, my friend.
Oh, your 3:00 p.m. is here.
William!
Let's remember
to smile.
It costs us nothing.
We won't be working
with my father anymore,
with Charles anymore.
That's not your decision to make.
It is
and I've made it.
I've looked at people
like you my whole life.
I had to do very bad things
to just get to where you started.
So, shall we honor ourselves
by dropping naivety?
I'm too old to work with crusaders.
It's exhausting.
The status quo works for us,
so why don't you just relax?
Because I don't like working like this.
You're not professional with me.
It's not professional.
I can't get into the house.
I've changed the locks
and I've frozen you out of the bank.
If you want to be on your own,
here you go.
This is what you do to me.
I didn't know where else to go.
I'm just heading to Rishi's wedding.
I need 20 pounds for the taxi.
Okay.
for using you, I guess,
is the only way to say it.
Hey. It's all right.
You know, it usually works
if the person wants to be used.
You feeling better?
- I dunno.
- It's all so murky.
What a wonderful testament
to modern Britain.
Maybe I've been a bit rash.
And the family's
so dignified and snotty.
Mm. I wonder if anyone here's picked up?
- Cheers!
- It's a country wedding.
That's like county lines gear. Christ.
Well, I'm actually in a WhatsApp group
with like 200 people.
You can just say where you are globally
and someone'll source
a coke number for you.
What like a
Like a rolodex of rail?
A little black book of beak?
A
I can't think of anything else.
Sorry, I'm tired.
Would you, um
help a girl out?
Yas, are you fucking serious?
I'm so, so tired.
Gazza's chasing skirt again.
Fine.
As you wish.
But I'm not gonna partake,
all right? But, yeah,
I can help a girl out.
I'll wait in your room.
Sure.
- For now.
- Last orders, please.
- Take it up to your room.
- Sure.
Thank you.
Fuck's sake,
I sneak away
from the fucking ushers dinner
and my nemesis is self-medicating
in the only other pub around.
This is my last night as my own man.
- I could leave?
- I mean, the abyss
is better stared into alone but, uh
stay.
I'll take two neat.
Yes, put it on her tab.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Diana's great, by the way.
That's not the point though, is it?
I'm not sure introspection suits you.
I know. I know. Fucking weddings.
What a criminal invention.
They made a cliché of me yet.
Sorry.
Hey, Dad.
Huh?
Adler went for it. We're a go.
We can stay.
It's all squared away.
Rishi and Danny are out.
Uh, tell Mom not
to worry, I'll call her soon.
What's up?
Nothing.
Just processing.
You know Di's pregnant?
You're really A-List
at your job you know?
Everything's gonna work out for you.
An unnecessary, but a valued compliment.
All right, I am full-on scared now.
But nothing that a fucking stripe
won't sort out, luckily.
You coming?
You know, I always used
to feel doubly happy
at other people's weddings.
Fucking happy for the couple
and their coupling.
Happy for myself that I was
never directly involved.
Man, just think about it
as like a chapter in the book,
not the entire novel.
Sweep it under the rug.
That is a wildly calculated thing to say
to a man about to be married.
Fuck it. Compartmentalize.
That's the only way that we can justify
the bits of our life
we'd rather forget, right?
I mean that's psychopath logic.
You compartmentalize heinous shit?
Anyway, this is
This is what I should be doing.
That was, um
Let's not.
Sorry. I just had to
get the poison out.
Me, too.
Me, too.
I told you, mate, I'm sober as a judge.
Yeah, I can see that.
Just lemme see your license.
Hmm.
Personal use?
It's hardly intent to supply, is it?
No, it's not.
It's enough for you
to lose your job over though.
Isn't it?
Come on, you can cool off
in the drunk tank.
Come on.
Dozens of generations didn't make it.
Now dozens of generations might.
Get us another bottle?
Yeah.
Thank you.
It was easily done.
And he deserves it.
He earned it, in a way.
I lost my job
again.
Is that a demand?
Is that an offer?
Ta-da!
Hmm, I'm sure we can find you
something to celebrate.
- All right.
- Thank you.
When we land, you're straight in
with Joe Manchin and Kyrsten Sinema.
Quick update
I've been trying to twist their arm
on a giant spending package.
Rachel Levine wants to talk
about Rican in the context
of the future
of US healthcare next week.
Tell her I'm no expert, I just own it.
So, look, now that
you have officially joined me
on the dark side,
you can sit in these meets with me.
You can be proud of yourself, too.
These are the rooms you were
born into, lest we forget.
Don't forget to tell 'em
what schools you went to.
I'll be proud of you, too.
I've been wearing this
outfit for 30 hours.
Two whole days. It's atrocious.
Where's Rob?
He didn't come back last night.
I just zonked out.
I don't know. I think his phone's dead.
He probably got sucked
into a bender with the ushers.
Maybe he's drinking again?
You were right
when you said nothing I
had belongs to me.
- Did I say that?
- Yeah.
But it was right after I said
no one would ever love you.
Dang!
Jesus fuck, we were that real?
Yeah.
Went for the neck, bitch.
It's a fucking church.
Do you think I'm poison?
Do you think I am?
I'm very touched that you called.
My phone died.
Thank God I had your card, eh?
I appreciate it.
Everyone needs someone.
You look very ugly when you eat.
There must be nothing
more terrifying to you
than going home.
What the fuck do you know about me?
- Oh, I know you intimately.
- Don't flatter yourself.
No, I know you.
You see, 'cause you're just
like my mother, right.
She was an unfillable void of need, too.
Well that explains you then.
You know, I've been trying to understand
how a predator like you
You know, for every one
of the people that you use
who recoiled when you touched them,
there might be someone like me
who sees you,
and, yeah, reciprocates,
and just for a little bit,
you get to live.
"Predator?"
Is that the person you know?
God, you kids.
I get a bit pissed.
I get a little bit handsy.
Oh, you act like
the fucking world's ending.
Yeah, but those other kids
don't get to see your bedroom,
do they?
And let me tell you,
from the privileged position
of you letting me in,
it's the loneliest fucking place
I've ever seen.
It's the loneliest place I've ever been.
And you felt so at home.
Go on, then. Fuck off.
Or are you done being a victim?
Good boy.
See, you want me, too.
Thanks for meeting me
outside of the office.
I wanted to
to apologize.
Are you okay?
You're the first one
to actually ask me properly.
I am. Yeah.
- Thank you, I am.
- I'm really glad.
With the new CPS
and FX merger, I
I might not stay at Pierpoint.
Do you ever think
you can feel yourself corrode
in real time?
Sure.
Yeah, I think I'm, um, eyeing
the exit, too.
The money is fucking hard
to give up, though.
Uh-huh.
I'll get this.
Don't be ridiculous. Okay.
I'm senior to you.
I was, at least.
Thanks. It was a laugh.
Bitches who brunch.
Doors opening.
They've changed our entire working vibes
overnight without a fucking memo.
Got 99 problems but pitchin' ain't one.
He's the GOAT.
You're the lamb.
Anraj?
They asked me at RIF if I could do it
on a wet, windy night in Stoke.
I said, "Of course,"
so Rishi hired me for the new team.
- No, stop it.
- Sorry about that.
What are you doing here?
You tell me.
Ooh, it's like 100 percent
colder this side of the floor.
Kenneth,
it could be dangerous this level
of air-con for a lad
with piss-poor circulation.
Oh, Commander Tao. Welcome aboard.
Good to be down here again.
The air hits different.
Hey, follow me a sec?
Did the big man just blank you?
Honestly,
just give me a bottle of whisky
- and a fucking gun.
- Nah, I can't see you
doing yourself like that.
You are more a hose
- in the exhaust kinda guy.
- Jackie, I drive a Tesla.
I saw DVD's pass was dead.
And what's the story with Rish?
Rishi stays. I found the headcount.
Fuck, I'm stunned
at how relieved I am at that.
Are you okay?
- Doors opening.
- Little light-headed.
Under the weather.
- Been quite a few months.
- Hmm.
Doors closing.
It feels like a fever dream, sometimes.
Got to check you're real.
Yup, still alive.
Uh-oh.
Time's up.
God, I was a zombie in that hotel room.
I think I ran up quite the bill.
You did.
Pierpoint wouldn't cover it.
I got it.
Why?
Why? We're past why.
Thank you.
- Doors opening.
- I'm doing this for you.
Okay, what have we got today?
What's the next 12 months?
We need to make
Pierpoint the market leader
in ethical investing.
Good.
What's going on?
Please
this cannot be about Jesse.
I didn't know what he was gonna
Harp, why don't you have a seat?
There's no easy way of saying this.
It's been brought to our attention
that you never completed
your undergraduate degree.
Your transcript
was a forgery.
College graduation is a sine qua non
for all our employees.
Your duplicity in this matter
contradicts a founding principle
of Pierpoint's business,
honesty and integrity.
We've made a strong
recommendation to your manager.
There's only one course
of action in this scenario.
I have to let you go.
You're fired, Harper.