♪ (THRILLING MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
ERIC TAO: Why are you here, then?
HARPER STERN: I think this is the closest thing
to a meritocracy there is.
I only ever want to be judged on the strength of my abilities.
And paid for it.
SARA DHADWAL: Welcome, graduates.
While it's my pleasure to congratulate you
on this placement,
the work to stay here starts now.
HARPER: He works on my team.
He's a whole snack.
If you're into that kind of a thing, I guess.
MAN: Do you-- do you know Gus?
Yeah, I live with him.
MAN: I know a lot about you two.
WOMAN: Have you been home?
RISHI RAMDANI: I'm longing those nocturnal hours.
Trying to make a good impression, you know?
ERIC: Do not forget how this feels right now.
♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
WOMAN ON VIDEO: (MOANING) Oh, fuck!
(GROANS) Shove that cock in my little asshole, please.
(GROANS) Yes! Come on. Come inside me.
Yes.
My pussy... In my pussy... Yeah.
(WOMAN MOANING)
♪ ("SECOND DEATH OF MY FACE" BY W. H. LUNG PLAYING) ♪
Come on. Move, move, move. Go on, right to the end.
-That's right. Good. -(GROANS)
Move, move, move. Good.
Good work. Keep going.
(YASMIN KARA-HANANI GRUNTS)
♪ What's happening to my face? ♪
TRAINER: Big push. Right to the end. Go.
Perfect technique.
♪ Will I ever Look the same again? ♪
♪ Frame ♪
♪ I'm late ♪
♪ And running for The last train approaching... ♪
(MOANING)
(PANTING)
♪ Going out live, James? ♪
♪ You dressed in white ♪
♪ With your eyes so sheer ♪
♪ I got a vision ♪
Maybe I should wear you to work.
♪ Twilight outside ♪
♪ Desk lit Like a still life in arrears ♪
♪ I got a vision ♪
♪ I got a real vision ♪
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
I actually had to pay for these.
(CHUCKLES) Thank you.
I did your Asia recap. It's on your email.
I came in early and listened live.
That's good initiative, that.
It'd be good to get off the desk sometime, have a debrief.
Coffee, beer, whatever. Talk about your progress,
how to position yourself before RIF.
-I'm evaluated on it, so... -Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great.
Tomorrow? Oh, fuck no, we have that grad dinner.
Maybe Friday?
Yeah. Yeah.
Um, in the day would be good.
Uh, 'cause I have plans
with my boyfriend in the evening.
(SCOFFS)
I know you didn't mean that like that, did you?
Uh...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ERIC TAO: So, I know for a fact
a lot of people are active on the street.
I wanna know why the flows aren't coming our way.
Well, 80 percent of my guys are away.
-GREG GRAYSON: Mykonos or Ibiza? -Did the girls enjoy Disneyland?
Cost me three G's for my daughters to find out
Goofy's a Moroccan kid with a tiny head.
Hell is the line at Space Mountain.
Especially if you're behind a Make-A-Wish.
All right, let's, uh, let's convince some people
to part with their money in the hope that they make more.
GREG: Yes, chef.
-ROBERT SPEARING: Does he always change on the floor? -GREG: It's an MD power thing.
What's the deal with Fenmarsh?
I haven't heard from Felim.
Called twice daily, couldn't get past the junior.
-Did you say you worked for me? -Yes.
ERIC: Okay. Call every hour.
(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
ERIC: I got a meeting.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
DARIA GREENOCK: Oh, that's my broker laugh.
I only do it for you.
Because I find you so funny, of course.
Well, look, if it's not my client laugh,
then it's probably my genuine laugh, yeah.
(LAUGHS) You'll never know which is which.
Speak soon.
He really didn't want to go away.
This Felim thing's got him spooked.
What do you think's going on?
I don't know.
But it doesn't bode well for Eric's exclusivity thing.
Eric insists all his clients only speak to him streetwide.
And Felim accounts for over half the desk profits.
RISHI RAMDANI: Look, if anyone comes over my fucking hoot again
instead of messaging me,
I will personally bocat their mothers!
KENNY KILBANE: I think I'm gonna try and do an Ironman
or the Marathon des Sables. With no training, obviously.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
The guy gave me a freebie, so...
No, I just wanted to...
Yeah.
Could I put you on hold for two seconds, please?
Where would you put yourself on that continuum?
What is this?
So, if a nurse is here...
where are you?
KENNY: Wages on the Y axis...
-(YASMIN SIGHS) -...heel height on the X.
-(KENNY CHUCKLES) -(YASMIN CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
♪ ("FIGURE ME OUT" BY TIA CARYS PLAYING) ♪
♪ Wait Keep a couple seconds ♪
♪ Had to save that p ♪
♪ Just to get that pound, rounds ♪
♪ Everyone asleep When I touch down ♪
♪ Way too late To be making sounds ♪
♪ Pre-made meals in amounts ♪
♪ I'm squatting in the shower Scotch in my system ♪
♪ Now my Tinder mister With that 9 to 5 ♪
♪ Fell asleep, obscene ♪
♪ So I missed him, pissed That's micturition ♪
♪ Indisposition I'm in this position ♪
♪ Ooh, the delicacy of that bag Taste so thuggin' delicious ♪
♪ Erudite Tell me what's that all about ♪
♪ They ask how many figures I tell 'em, "Figure me out" ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES ON SPEAKER) ♪
♪ Dream to deal her Take her out for dinner ♪
♪ Figures thicker Than a stripper's tipper... ♪
You've got very good privacy settings.
-Very good. -What are you hiding?
I... I was wearing a low-cut top in a profile pic
when I was, like, 14. (CHUCKLES)
Yeah, our DMs are a cesspit.
Bobbi went dark for, like, three months.
It felt like three lifetimes.
Guys online violate their standards
quicker than they can lower them. (CHUCKLES)
That's hilarious.
BOBBI: You're funny. She's funny.
Thank you.
You look like you pay the rent on time.
Yeah. I work in finance.
It's not as interesting as what you guys do.
BOBBI: We're just... living.
Oh, we love that you're a working woman, though.
HARPER STERN: Is that why you made me come at lunch?
Anyway, we're sort of past the point
where we want to be waking up to random guys in the kitchen.
That's a shame. I was sort of looking forward to a...
stream of uncut dicks. (CHUCKLES)
I love your place.
It's so... white.
-We're exorcising demons. -It's our new favorite color.
Mine too. (CHUCKLES)
Felim's junior is a brick wall.
How many questions did you ask him
before you asked for his boss?
There are too many saleswomen here trying to be salesmen.
I mean, how many people do you think call Felim's junior a day?
I dunno, seven?
DARIA: (CHUCKLES) Why seven?
It's the first number that came into my head.
And the amount of apartments I've seen this week.
And how many women call him?
And how many women actually engage him?
You see, then you belong to a nice, exclusive subset.
And you know, it's not betraying your sex by...
I mean, it's not regressive to be a conversationalist.
You convince them you're a friend,
and they'll forget what they are.
-Which is...? -A counterparty.
MAN: What the fuck have you done to that stock, Phil?
What do I mean? I mean you rigged it five percent...
Start of every call, flip it,
and don't talk business until it runs out.
-DIGDOG: This is unbelievable. -CARLA: This is beautiful.
-Dig in, please. -CARLA: Wow. Thank you so much.
This is fucking grown-up. I-- I need to do
the honorable thing here and lower the tone.
-Gentleman's cutlery. -SEB OLDROYD: Put it away.
That can't be good for your palette.
Uh, I can eat on K.
And I pay your boyfriend's wages.
(CHUCKLES) The company pays my wages.
What? So we are calling my little venture
-a company, are we? -Yeah.
I mean, it is fair to say that I single-handedly
revolutionized student journalism, so...
(SNIFFS)
Yasmin, how did you have the time?
Oh, honestly, it's nothing.
-I did most of it this morning. -CARLA: Hmm.
When, uh, when did you do it all?
(CHUCKLES) Uh, this-- this morning.
Oh... (CHUCKLES) I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was super rude.
-YASMIN: Oh. -AZAR KARA-HANANI: (IN ARABIC)
(IN ENGLISH) Mom, it's Seb's birthday.
(GASPS) I need to hang this.
SEB: Wow. Let me grab that.
YASMIN: (IN ARABIC)
DIGDOG: (WHISPERING IN ENGLISH) Is that Yasmin?
(IN ARABIC)
(AZAR SCOFFS)
(IN ENGLISH) Happy birthday, Sebastian.
-SEB: Thank you. -(BOTH SMOOCHING)
I hear you've moved yourself into my basement.
(CHUCKLES) Uh, yeah.
Very touched that you're using one of your non-dom days on me.
Can I-- Can I get you a drink?
Oh.
(IN ARABIC)
(IN ENGLISH) Of course.
DIGDOG: Beautiful house, Mrs. Kara-Hanani.
(CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Why do people like this game?
It dispenses joy and misery at random.
-Hmm. -Mimics life.
Great.
I've got this performatively left-wing mate
who's high up at The Guardian, and he is saying
that they're gonna run a warts-and-all exposé
on Pierpoint.
-Really? -Yeah.
HARPER: About Hari?
GREG: And more.
MAN: Fucking wanker!
-ROBERT: Here we go! -MAN: Come on!
-GREG: Oh, yes, chef! -HARPER: Absolutely not!
That's, like, four each. I need to see another apartment.
ROBERT: My advice, turn up drunk. Easier.
HARPER: I hate you, Robert Spearing.
Cheers, mate.
I've been thinking about asking to transfer
to sales and trading.
Salespeople are the lowest of the low.
You are different, because you think for yourself.
I mean, look, okay... too intellectual.
See, now you look like a salesman.
Okay. But I can't see, so...
I have seen you in contacts.
-ROBERT: Chin-chin! -GREG: Chin-chin!
♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(DOORBELL BUZZING)
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES QUIETLY) ♪
Do you like the room?
-It's a bit... -Fucking tiny.
(JACOB CHUCKLES)
Everything is... en suite.
Hey... did you vote for Trump?
So, what do you do?
-(LIGHTER CLICKS) -I...
-am in sales. -JACOB: Oh.
HARPER: For a bank... Pierpoint.
Isn't that where that guy died?
How do you sleep at night?
-What does that mean? -I mean... (SCOFFS) You know...
No, I don't. You're gonna have to tell me.
JACOB: Bankers.
That level of self-interest is just toxic, isn't it?
(SMACKS LIPS)
That's... kind of reductive. (CHUCKLES)
But isn't it a bit gauche to judge success with money?
Not if you've never had any.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
-♪ (QUIET MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ -(DOOR OPENS)
THEO TUCK: I can't believe you would even countenance
wasting your intelligence on the trading floor.
GUS SACKEY: (LAUGHS) Fuck off! It was a joke!
THEO: This looks like a place a salesman would live.
It's got a certain rustic charm to it.
-GUS: Rustic charm, you say? -THEO: Yeah, it does.
-GUS: Does it? -Either of you want a bevvie?
No, I'm good, I didn't...
Um...
-Uh, where's the toilet? -It's just down on your left.
On the left, okay. Um...
Just, uh...
(SCOFFS)
When the fuck did that start up again?
Nothing's started-- Can we not talk about it now?
(CHUCKLES) All right.
GUS: Is that Yasmin Kara-Hanani?
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Yeah. Doesn't look like she slums it, mate.
You know, why are women so much more interesting to men,
than men are to women?
Yasmin was the perfect, perfect child.
And she wet her bed until she was nine.
DIGDOG: Ah, I have a weak bladder myself.
(CHUCKLING)
But, other than that, she was perfect.
She was adorable.
So, we've just found the next big voice
in contemporary British literature.
She's 19, absolutely gorgeous.
The best part of publishing is discovering new talent.
Do you have any advice for an aspiring writer?
Mmm. (CHUCKLES) Marry rich?
Or... live at home.
(ALL CHUCKLE)
Mmm, so, how many jobs have you had
since you left Bristol? I'm losing count.
(CHUCKLES) Um...
Well, I was waiting for something I loved.
AZAR: Correct answer.
And, uh, you're still the lunch girl?
(IN ARABIC)
(IN ENGLISH) You have no experience of this,
so how would you know?
(IN ARABIC)
(IN ENGLISH) Okay, that's not the world anymore.
And can you please speak English?
(CHUCKLES) I know how the world works.
(BLOWS)
(♪ "BAD4ME" BY ETTA BOND PLAYING) ♪
Has the, um... dynamic changed since Alice moved in?
Yeah.
And it's, um, it's nice, living in two places.
♪ For me ♪
I like having her around all the time.
♪ I think I love him 'Cause he's bad... ♪
We have a lot less sex.
Well, I guess that's a casualty.
Oh, I listened to that, um,
podcast she recommended on clean eating.
Thought it was excellent.
Followed none of the advice.
Wait, sorry, um, when did you speak to her?
GUS: Met her at a dinner party.
♪ For me... ♪
-Whose? -GUS: Eugene's.
We have mutual friends.
Uh, and what did you talk about?
Podcasts.
♪ But that don't mean It's good for me... ♪
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
Oh, God. I remember this...
♪ Mmm, mm, mm ♪
♪ Picked up a lot of habits... ♪
Millionaire, 25. Cabinet, 35.
Party leader, 45. Prime minister, 55.
♪ I feel like I can't cope without you... ♪
You know, Heseltine wrote his on the back of an envelope.
-(CHUCKLES) -THEO: You planned your life
in a copy of Vanity fucking Fair.
Yeah.
-♪ For me ♪ -♪ Bad for me... ♪
Your ambitions obviously shifted focus...
♪ 'Cause he's bad ♪
...just a little bit.
♪ For me ♪
Or is that you are just...
-♪ Bad for me ♪ -♪ Mmm, mm, mm ♪
...following my lead.
♪ I'm sad to be ♪
-♪ Bad for me ♪ -♪ I shouldn't love him ♪
♪ 'Cause he's bad... ♪
THEO: You are always so hard for me.
(GUS CHUCKLES)
♪ You'd like to think That you know better ♪
♪ Better ♪
(GASPS)
Kiss me properly.
(YASMIN MOANS)
Uh...
I'm feeling a bit bilious...
(MOANS)
(SEB EXHALES)
Hey... I don't want to do that.
YASMIN: Do what?
-Uh... -Hey.
I'm sorry.
(SIGHS)
SEB: Look, you're...
you're obviously stressed.
If this job isn't making you happy...
I'm just saying that you're super talented
and you could do a million things.
♪ ("GIMME LOVE" BY JOJI PLAYING) ♪
REPORTER: Interest rates have fluctuated
from the highs of the early '90s
to the current all-time lows.
For a business that has a loan
that is linked to the base rate...
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
♪ Gimme, gimme love Gimme, gimme love ♪
♪ Gimme, gimme love ♪
♪ Gimme, gimme love When I'm gone... ♪
(YASMIN GRUNTS)
♪ Swing around front Let me inside ♪
♪ Playing my song Into my sides ♪
♪ It hurts, I can't lie Remember those times ♪
♪ I fought to get out I want to get out ♪
♪ Those pictures so clear Will fade in my mind ♪
♪ You're leavin' me here With ashes and fire ♪
♪ These people don't heal These people don't feel ♪
♪ These people aren't real So make me this deal ♪
♪ Won't you gimme, gimme love Gimme, gimme love ♪
♪ Gimme, gimme love ♪
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY) ♪ -Yeah, I've literally seen 20 places.
A lot of eccentrics. Maybe I'm the weirdo.
Not sure what I'm gonna do. (CHUCKLES)
JUSTIN KLINEMAN: Thanks for your transcript, finally.
-(PAGES FLIPPING) -But...
I have a few more questions.
We wanted to...
ask you about...
any interactions you might have had with Hari?
Um...
We hung out a few times.
JUSTIN: Mm-hmm. Did he seem stressed?
He worked really hard. (CHUCKLES)
But you know, his side of the business...
that nocturnal culture...
Oh, we're taking steps to address that.
Did you... see him take anything?
How do you mean?
Did he seem like he was under the influence of anything?
Uh... study drugs? Adderall? Modafinil?
-I wouldn't say so. -JUSTIN: He seemed, as you said,
stressed, agitated, unfocused, so you couldn't rule it out?
I couldn't definitively say yes or no.
I mean... do you want me to?
People are saying he had a heart thing.
Hmm. Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.
But we were unaware of his condition.
We think a prescription pill habit may have exacerbated it.
We're asking graduates whether they neglected
to mention anything on their applications.
You didn't leave anything out, did you?
Medical or otherwise?
-No. -(PAGES FLIPPING)
I think they're still figuring out
a splashy response. Press-friendly.
And what does that mean for us?
Means someone's going to be held accountable.
I re-ran the model. I don't think we thoroughly
went through the net debt adjustments.
HungerFix pushed Goldman up to primary bookrunner.
They don't want us anywhere near the top of the tombstone.
It's fucking bad PR.
Sorry, what do you mean, "tombstone"?
You get a little trophy when you complete a deal.
Tombstone.
Nobody is questioning your drive,
but for me, please, come in later, leave earlier,
decompress.
I cannot be seen to be mismanaging you.
Have you spoken to the counselor?
No.
Even if you feel you don't need to,
I need you to. Do you understand what I'm saying?
It's good optics.
It wasn't a waste of time. He helped me...
re-evaluate.
-(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER) -(TELEPHONES RINGING)
YASMIN: So the first Cobb is with bacon, no Stilton,
and the second one is without bacon.
CASHIER: Yeah, that's what I've given you.
Sorry, I specifically said no dressing on any of them.
We're just gonna have to start again, sorry. And--
(IN SPANISH)
MAXIM ALONSO: Muy bien, gracias.
Ugh, God.
(IN ENGLISH) I can't believe I didn't know you were at Pierpoint.
-Well done. -Thank you.
Although it must be a weird time to be there, right now.
Oh, but how's Brevan Howard?
How long have you been there now?
-Seven years... in Tibet. -Oh. (CHUCKLES)
(IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) No, no, no. It's a good thing.
-I have their blessing. -Oh.
Can't really talk about it much at the moment.
-So, what are you working in? -Oh, Foreign Exchange.
(IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) That's great!
We're in the same part of the business.
Thanks.
-Welcome to the Wild West. -(CHUCKLES)
(IN SPANISH)
Gracias. Mucho gracias.
-GREG: I just think, you know, if I had biceps like that... -(NOTIFICATION PINGS)
...with the vein running down it, that-- that bulge.
-You know, like... -RISHI: Zac Efron.
-GREG: Yeah, the Zac Efron. -RISHI: The Zefron.
GREG: Yeah, I know I should be thinking about other things,
like the suicide rate among men my age or whatever,
but is that really realistic?
I just think the veiny bicep...
KENNY: (LAUGHS) You think Pierpoint's Irish,
you should go out with Morgan Stanley guys,
it's like the fucking Irish Mob.
-Hey. -Hi.
Um... you going to that, um, grad dinner tonight?
Yeah. Well, it's mandatory, isn't it? (CHUCKLES)
Right.
(KENNY LAUGHING)
YASMIN: Can I help with something?
Yeah. Do you have access to the FX ClientTracker?
I don't-- We, um, we just don't have a full list
of shared FX and CPS clients.
I'm not sure I can share it with you. (CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES) Yeah. Don't worry, I don't need full access.
I just, um... one of my clients is double-booked
with one of your guys. And, um, you know how it is.
I just want to iron out the kink.
Sure, yeah, um... what's your client's name?
Uh...
(WINCES) Oh shit, he's not there.
My bad. See you at the dinner.
Okay.
Thank you.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-KENNY: Where's my change? -Oh, sorry.
-(CHUCKLES) -(CHUCKLES)
KENNY: Amateur.
You should be making money out of this.
Call it a salad yield.
And...
I won't out you now, but remember you owe me.
-What do you mean? -I asked for croutons.
(CHUCKLES) You never asked for croutons.
(SHOUTING) Tash! Croutons. Do I eat them?
I'm passionate about croutons.
Remember, all the best friendships
-start with a conspiracy. -Okay, Kenny.
Best part of the day, Yasmin's trade idea.
Be ready to have your mind detonated.
-Oh, wait, just-- -This is for your growth, okay?
You're part of this desk, so you're part of its rituals.
Pull up a pew.
And imagine I burst into flames when I'm bored.
-Go! -Um...
Okay, I thought we could short cable--
What's cable?
Um, it's dollar-sterling.
Oh, so you're gonna talk about Europe, then?
What's your target and stop?
Uh, 1.25 to 1.35.
So a symmetric bet from 1-spot-3-0?
Why not just flip a coin? Put it all on black.
The art here is to look like you're not doing that.
Yeah, I just thought with everything that's going on
-with Europe at the moment, that we could-- -Well, that's fucking specific.
Yasmin, that is uninspired.
Inspire her.
I could put a hundred grads in front of me,
95 would pitch me that.
You're dead on RIF.
Now, what did we prove?
(WHISPERING) Did I ask for croutons?
You must have done.
KENNY: Well remembered. You can get up now.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(TELEPHONE RINGING)
How was lunch?
Tasteless.
Did you get my message?
Felim's in the building this afternoon.
Is he meeting FX research?
Um, Hilary Wyndham?
Why the fuck is he meeting another salesman?
If Felim wants to trade FX,
he knows he can do it through this desk.
-What time is he in? -Four.
You around at 3:50?
Yeah.
Why?
There are many aspects of this job
that you'll learn by osmosis,
but horse-whispering a fucked-off client...
that's an art.
I'm giving you face time with the guy who gets us all paid.
Go on. Take a swing.
Okay, 3:50. Thank you.
HARPER: Mm-hmm.
Felim, I knew you'd be ten minutes early
-for your meeting. -Eric.
I wanted to introduce you to one of our brightest grads.
Harper Stern.
Pleasure.
We actually already emailed. I sent you that...
US tail risk stuff.
Oh, that was you? That was excellent.
Thank you.
Please.
Look, uh...
Eric, I'm not sure this is...
the right way to go about whatever it is
you're trying to achieve.
Engineering this, bringing this young lady
into the room as...
I don't know what, a prop?
(ERIC CLICKS TONGUE)
I would've thought that if our relationship
had gone south, you'd have the grace to call.
Instead of me finding out over lunch
with one of your PMs.
I told him in confidence.
Well, he told me in confidence.
(CHUCKLES)
Look, I'm hoping we're not ruining a friendship...
over miscommunication.
Would we call it a friendship?
What? Why are you saying that?
I don't know, Eric, maybe you think it's acceptable
to call your wife that in front of her own friends,
but my wife did not appreciate it.
Ca--
FELIM BICHAN: Do you even remember what you said?
Because I'd prefer not to repeat it.
I look for character in my friends, Eric.
I look for character in my salesmen, or saleswomen.
Wai-- wai-- what's really going on here?
Why-- why are you talking to me like...
like we're in the Great American Novel?
My "character"?
You know my character.
I know you're meeting Wyndham in FX, so you...
you obviously don't want to relinquish
the Pierpoint offering.
Citi, MS, GS don't have our talent.
And... Wyndham? (CHUCKLES)
-I mean, he-- he's into soccer. -(CHUCKLES)
You wanna spend the first two minutes
of every transaction pretending to like it?
(CHUCKLES)
ERIC: Here-- here's where I'm serious.
When you're writing your next investor letter,
do you really wanna be meditating on the fact
that you missed a percentage point of returns
because of your wife?
Right?
You call me when you need persuading.
You call me when you need reassuring.
That's a friendship.
Why waste your time building that intimacy again?
Next-- next time our wives want dinner...
I'm gonna say I have a bug. (LAUGHS)
Oh, Hilary?
Good to see you. We're vacating.
You catch the Spurs last night?
Oh yes, yes. (CHUCKLES) They ran riot.
ERIC: Sure did. Enjoy your meeting.
HILARY WYNDHAM: Yeah, I inherited two suboptimal things
from my father,
his Spurs season ticket and flat feet.
Why didn't you speak up?
Sorry. I-- I didn't know that you wanted me to.
I don't need quiet and nice on my desk.
-This-- this stays between us. Clear? -(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
-Mm-hmm. -See you at dinner.
♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SPOON TAPPING ON GLASS)
So, we just wanted to get everyone together
because it has been a difficult few weeks.
For our institution, for all of us,
pastoral care is as high on the agenda
as it's ever been.
We wanted to show you how much we appreciate
your resilience and focus,
from myself and all your bosses here tonight.
They'll be the ones shepherding you through to RIF
and, ultimately, help you to become permanent hires.
You are looking more and more like Pierpoint people.
Enjoy.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(DISHES CLATTERING)
So, I hear the girl on Eric's desk
is already doing suppers, and I was just wondering,
you know, do you think I'll ever master the salad run,
-or, like... -(LAUGHS)
Jackie did it. Kenny did it. I did it. You do it.
It is the great equalizer. And it all counts on RIF.
What have you learned so far?
That, um, that men eat salads as penance.
-Oh! Yeah. -(CHUCKLES)
ROBERT: Mate, if it was me, I'd be pissed.
-GREG: Why? -She's missed his birthday,
she's like sold her entire personality
-to Meryl Streep. -So what? Who cares?
If your girlfriend missed your birthday, right? For work?
What are you, seven? It's Anne Hathaway.
Adrian Grenier is a fucking adult.
Honestly, Adrian Grenier is a grown-ass man.
-Thank you! She's woke. -You sound so white!
-ROBERT: Yeah and ancient. -I am ancient. And I am white.
And I do kiss my dogs on the mouth.
You know, I thought you were some...
-straight-laced Oxford boy. -Yeah?
HARPER: Mm-hmm.
Who says I'm not?
(SNIFFS)
(COUGHS)
(ROBERT SNIFFS)
(SIGHS)
(THUDS)
(LAUGHS)
So, my flatmate...
Gus, he told me you lived opposite Hari.
You're friends with that asshole Gus?
(SCOFFS) Have you met him?
No, but from what Hari said about him,
he seems like an entitled prick.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah...
-but you don't know him. -Hmm.
Are those prescription glasses?
Have you ever seen a porno, where, like, a...
porn star plays a nerd?
GREG: Yo, can you stop flirting so I can do a strike, please?
Oh, ice.
HARPER: Hey, Greg.
-(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) -(DOOR OPENS)
I'm fine. Uh, I would like to pilot the scheme
that I did at my old place here.
-I-- Yeah, I heard about that. -Did you hear about the couriering?
I heard-- I heard brilliant things.
-I heard about that. -Korean-- Korean breast milk--
-Hello. -GUS: Sara.
-Hi. -Could I ask you something?
Yes. Yes, you can. Sorry, excuse me.
Do you-- do you wanna go over here?
-Yeah, yeah. -Go, go ahead.
How's the atmosphere been in IBD?
Yeah, it's been fine. Um...
Lucinda mentioned there were going to be
some changes in the team?
Oh. Well, this isn't the place for that discussion.
There'll be a meeting on Monday.
Are there going to be cuts?
There's going to be a restructuring.
It's just a reshuffle.
Your team's being subsumed into the other sector teams.
You're effectively disbanding the team
with the "culture problem" to stop it looking systemic?
Well, firstly, that's very cynical.
And I take this suggestion as an insult to me personally.
I mean, we have a duty of care to remove you
from whatever may have been traumatic.
Okay, but how are you gonna stop people thinking
working three nights in a row is some kind of, well...
a badge of honor? (CHUCKLES)
Sorry.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry I said that, I just-- -Okay, all right.
-Is there anything else? -What does that mean for us?
For me, Lucinda?
There's a VP spot in Oil and Gas for Lucinda.
What about me?
We appreciate your talent.
We're keen to re-house you where there's headcount.
-GUS: Where? -CPS desk.
I don't want to sound, um, entitled.
(CHUCKLES) I applied for IBD,
and I really don't want to work on the trading floor.
Hey, I appreciate what you've been through,
but I would think twice about speaking to me like this again
because I do not respond well to it.
Okay?
(ALL CLAMORING)
-You definitely did! -That was you!
KENNY: She's a fucking intellectual lightweight.
Runs marathons instead of having a personality.
Go fund my fuck off.
She'll be gone within six months.
So, what are we gossiping about?
I am just drinking you two under the table. (CHUCKLES)
I'm having a private conversation.
Okay. Sorry. I thought I heard my name.
Yasmin, this might sound deeply strange,
but we weren't talking about you.
Okay, I thought you were looking over at me.
I'm not fucking looking at you either.
Shock fucking horror.
Nobody gives a fuck about what I think about you,
or-- or what you think about me.
Nobody gives a fuck.
See, the problem with this industry,
they keep hiring these fucking princesses.
Which silly cunt was it that interviewed you?
Actually... (LAUGHS) I think I was the cunt.
That cunt was me! (LAUGHS)
Whoops! (LAUGHS)
Hey, buddy.
Don't talk to her like that.
Mind your own fucking business.
No! Don't talk to her like that.
Fuck off! Yeah?
(ROOM QUIETS)
Yes? What?
ERIC: Kenny. Go home.
KENNY: Fuck off, Eric. Don't start.
Go home.
Goodnight, all.
What the fuck are you looking at?
♪ (QUIET MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-You okay? -Thanks.
Thank you.
(CHATTER RESUMES)
Do the guys on your desk always treat you like that?
Is your team not like that?
Eric's great.
Yeah, I mean, at least he gives you agency.
No one's gonna give you agency.
You have to take it.
And try not to think about
all the different ways that you can be wrong.
They don't.
Shall we?
Yeah.
♪ ("MOVE YOUR BODY" BY XPANSIONS PLAYING) ♪
♪ Oooh ♪
♪ Move your body ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ Move your body... ♪
I still haven't seen a British cock.
(LAUGHING) Oh, my God.
I-- I know that it's normal here,
but the polo neck look,
it looks like they're wearing winter wear.
-Oh! (CHUCKLES) -HARPER: Mm-hmm. (CHUCKLES)
At least I have a double bed here.
I slept in a single my whole life.
What, even at home?
Oh my God, that's barbaric.
Yeah, I shared with my twin brother, JD.
Don't worry, we had our own beds.
-And we barely even fucked. -(LAUGHS)
What does he do?
Harper? What does he do?
He was kind of a superstar.
He had a scholarship, he was about to go on tour,
and he woke up every day at 4:00 a.m. to train.
Tennis.
He really didn't think that athletes were born, you know?
-And what happened? -He, um...
he said that he was going away for a while.
He took a coat and a bag, and he left. Never came back.
When did this happen?
About four years ago.
YASMIN: That would really fuck me up.
He's an adult. He can live with his fucking decisions.
Well, if you ever need a place to stay,
I have a spare room with a double bed.
Are you-- are you, like, looking to sublet?
Well, I mean, yep, we can-- we can figure something out.
-Really? I would love that. -(CHUCKLES)
-(WHISTLES) -Oh, my Lord.
Who, me?
-(YASMIN CHUCKLES) -HARPER: Whoa! Whoa, whoa!
My friend has something she wants to say to you.
-GREG: Okay! -Wait, wait, wait. What, what?
No, no, no, no, no, no! Oh!
White men can dance. Let me show you.
HARPER: White men can't jump, dickhead.
-GREG: (SHOUTING) All right! -I hate this. Thank you.
GREG: But I can jump!
Wyndy, you're an MD. Spend some fucking money.
-HILARY: Come on, mate. -DRIVER: I'm already booked.
He said it's on Eric's account.
Oh! Well, then we're definitely fucking getting in it, then.
-ROBERT: Oy! -(JACKIE WALSH MUTTERING)
-Can I bunk in? -HILARY: We're going west.
Jackie, someone with my accent must really scare you.
You're Finsbury Park, aren't you?
-Yeah. -Is Finsbury Park west?
-It'll do. -JACKIE: Another troubles joke.
It's that time of night.
The player that's played in the Merseyside,
Old Firm, North London, and Manchester derbies?
GREG: Uh...
Beckham?
HILARY: Oh, Greg. Oh Greg, Jesus.
-Excuse us, drive. Can you stop? -GREG: Uh...
No, I meant Victoria Beckham.
ROBERT: It's Kolo Touré, by the way.
HILARY: Oh, good man!
(SCOFFS)
♪ ("NICE TO HAVE" BY 070 SHAKE PLAYING) ♪
(PHONE BUZZES)
♪ Tell you they chose you ♪
♪ Someone you can't fool 'Cause they know you ♪
♪ Nice to have someone To love you ♪
♪ Come to your bed in the night When you're alone ♪
♪ Nice to have someone To love you ♪
(CHUCKLES)
♪ Ayy, nice to have someone To love you ♪
♪ You said you were done ♪
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
You left early. You okay?
They're shutting down my fucking team.
Oh.
Do you want me to suck you off?
(BOTH LAUGH)
-Hey. -Hey.
(KNIFE CLATTERS)
(YASMIN MOANS)
You used to love going down on me.
Yeah, I still do.
Eat me then.
(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
(GASPING)
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) -(PHONE BUZZES)
♪ (MUSIC RESUMES) ♪
♪ Give me just a second In the city gettin' faded ♪
♪ I'm a star Don't you forget it ♪
♪ Gettin' rich I'm still a menace ♪
Oh?
♪ Foot on the gas Goin' fast on the track... ♪
ROBERT: I think she slums.
♪ I'ma make it last Like the laughs keep goin' ♪
(ROBERT LAUGHS)
♪ I'm hungry for the morning ♪
What'd she say?
♪ No taste... ♪
What'd she say? Let me see.
-(ROBERT LAUGHS) -Let me see!
-It's none of your business. -Hey!
(YASMIN SIGHS)
It's just for me.
♪ Let you know that I was home safe ♪
(YASMIN MOANS)
♪ But that wasn't the point Babe ♪
(MOANS)
♪ You just wanna talk late ♪
♪ 'Cause at nights You can't sleep ♪
♪ Spendin' the day thinkin' Who you gon' be ♪
♪ Lookin' at the models All up on the screen ♪
♪ Thinkin', "That should be me Up on the TV" ♪
♪ We're comin' home tonight ♪
♪ Big hurry ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ It's nice to have someone To care for you ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Be there for you ♪
♪ Someone that'd take A dare for you, yeah ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ And in the morning When you wake up ♪
♪ Yeah, she stares at you ♪
♪ Like you're the only thing There for her ♪
♪ And the memories die ♪
♪ And I'm glad You were there for it ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm glad You were there for it ♪
♪ There for ♪
♪ There for it, there ♪
♪ Glad you were there for it ♪
♪ There for it ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
I still keep getting that feeling whenever I wake up.
Like, I can't believe that I am here.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
MAN: Yo, I'm on the ninth stage of the journey.
The hero faces the greatest challenge yet.
I cannot believe Eric lets her speak in their meetings.
MAN: The hero experiences death...
ERIC: This isn't a social club.
-MAN: ...and re-birth. -Ahem.
ERIC: You're gonna pitch me this again,
and it's gonna be the version I asked for.
HARPER: In front of the entire team?
In front of the entire team.
♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
I'm paraphrasing. It's pretty cool, right?