♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(CLAPS) Listen up!
(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
Guys, it's payrolls tomorrow. Can we make sure
we're not taking lunch off the desk, please.
If the labor market somehow contrives to give us
eight years of Trump, I don't know what I'll do.
-Probably nothing. -(SNORTS)
I've built an indicators monitor.
Weekly jobless claims, credit card arrears,
Google searches for vacancies, are all rolling over.
Good edge.
I'll circulate it. It's a finger in the air,
-but definitely something. -I like it. Cool.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ERIC TAO: Oh, hey, uh, HR's been in touch.
They're having some issues with your Tier 2 visa.
-I'm gonna look into it. -I can do that.
No, let-- let me do it.
Unless you wanna go home? Because I can arrange that.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
DARIA GREENOCK: I know you're going to hate this.
-Oh, please don't sing. -Oh, I wasn't going to.
BOTH: (SINGING) ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-(SLAMS DESK) -♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-♪ Happy birthday dear Harper ♪ -♪ Dear Harpsichord ♪
ALL: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-(CLAPPING, CHEERING) -GREG GRAYSON: ♪ And many more ♪
I can't look at a birthday candle
without thinking about Robert Herrick.
Nobody knows who that is.
(BOTH LAUGH)
-(TELEPHONES RING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ROBERT SPEARING: Who the fuck is Robert Herrick?
Don't worry about your visa.
You're the right kind of immigrant.
Happy birthday.
♪ ("SHADE" BY IAMDDB PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS) ♪
GREG: We're living in an era of woke capitalism, right?
I'm Nike. I pretend to care about Black people.
You pretend to hate capitalism and buy my trainers.
-"Nike-ee." -(CHUCKLES) Nike, but...
So do you, like, pre-rehearse these little nuggets?
(BOTH LAUGH)
Oh, my gosh.
-Yeah. -What is this Blue Peter thing?
(ALL LAUGH)
YASMIN KARA-HANANI: I was gonna give it to her at work,
but I knew people like you would judge me.
I would judge you, but I'm trying to be
-less egocentric now. -Right.
Everyone, this is the last of it.
-(ROBERT SNORTING) -Can I keep this for the wank bank?
I actually wrote a paper on the moral case for capitalism.
-GREG: That must've been short. -(ROBERT CHUCKLES)
No. It was 8,000 words.
(SNORTS)
All right, birthday girl gets two. Enjoy.
That's top tier ski wear, that is.
-(HARPER SNIFFS) -How many left?
ROBERT: Uh... one.
GREG: This is like that scene in Notting Hill
where they try and work out...
ROBERT: What, with-- with the brownies? Okay, well...
Hey, so, I'm not trying to be a Luddite,
and I know you'll hardly ever use it,
but I think it's kinda nice to see the future
in tiny little boxes. (CHUCKLES)
♪ Ooh, I think I like her Like her, like her... ♪
GREG: All my friends are getting married!
ROBERT: Okay, well, yeah, there you go.
Who can argue with that? (LAUGHS)
I know today's hard for you.
I know you must be thinking about your brother.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
It's personalized, so you better like it. (LAUGHS)
-Can't return it, 'cause... -YASMIN: Yeah, it's yours now...
(LAUGHS)
HARPER STERN: You guys call this "seshing"?
GREG: Uh, yeah, It's like, um...
♪ ("BREATHE" BY CAMELPHAT AND CRISTOPH PLAYING) ♪
-GREG: ...a session. -HARPER: Why?
GREG: It's, like, as big a cultural touchstone
as, I guess, anything.
♪ I won't bend ♪
(GREG CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)
♪ You're hurting so much... ♪
GREG: ...and I-- I use that term in a nongendered way.
HARPER: Dude, I-- I get it. Thanks.
GREG: Okay. Um. Enjoy the kitchen.
I'll watch.
My boyfriend's filled our apartment
with these cheese plants.
The brochure said we should name them.
They pulled out names from a hat at his work.
-Sorry if I'm interrupting. -Interrupting what?
(GAS HISSING)
-HARPER: It's an IPA. -(GREG GROANS)
♪ You feel ♪
-(INHALES) -♪ No pain ♪
♪ In the sweet surrender ♪
♪ The light warms again ♪
♪ You're hurting so much I need you to... ♪
♪ ("CREEP" BY RIZBRA PLAYING) ♪
YASMIN: Harper, I've booked us an Uber.
ROBERT: Nah, we're gonna have one more.
We've only got that student drive tomorrow.
YASMIN: Are you sure, Harper?
Nothing good ever happens past 2 a.m.
Everything good happens past 2 a.m.
This music sounds like a fucking car alarm.
GREG: Yeah, Thatcher tried to ban it,
so you're dancing on her grave.
ROBERT: All right, yeah, can you come for one?
Yeah, okay, no, two-- Yeah, two's fine.
Um, yeah, mate, same postcode.
Can I have one K on tick? And a couple round ones?
Ta. Cheers. See you in a bit.
I'm changing the music.
The tyranny of choice.
Got Gus on the desk now, which is good.
-So got a-- got a mate. -Great.
It's nice to be working with him, you know?
-Is it nice? -He gets me, and, uh--
and he looks after me, and I look after him.
Yasmin fucking offered me a place to live,
and, like, that was really fucking cool.
Like, she didn't have to do that.
Is that a fucking joke, is that a joke?
...about myself, you know, like, about myself. Like, I can...
-Yeah. Bonjour. -What do you do at work?
-At my desk? -Mmm.
Uh, they won't let me on the phones.
(LAUGHS)
I'm not taking it personally at the moment.
-Right. -I'm just sort of going with it.
Have you ever had K? Ket? Ketamine?
It sort of makes you feel a little bit legless, a little bit wobbly.
I mean, you've never had any before so, like...
You get like a new perspective--
To be honest, I literally can't see anything.
ROBERT: Got to do it in style. If it's your debut,
it's your first time--
HARPER: (LAUGHS) You look like fucking Elton John.
-(HARPER SNIFFS) -(BOTH LAUGHING)
-We're like different people. -Who are you talking about?
I hope you're overwhelmed.
-HARPER: Yeah, like-- -I'm just saying, I'd be overwhelmed.
-You don't wanna talk about it! -Yeah, man, I'm just, um...
-No, not really. -ROBERT: I get it.
Goldman Sachs? It's Robert Spearing.
That's what I'm saying, bro, like...
-ROBERT: I mean-- -Honestly?
-Yes! -Fifty fucking thousand quid.
-(GRUNTS) -I'll have five cents.
I don't know, my friends are, like, cool and nice, whatever.
-I mean, I'm just so focused... -ROBERT: I'm with you there.
-...on work right now, like... -ROBERT: Me too.
♪ ("UNDER YOUR SPELL" BY DESIRE PLAYING) ♪
♪ I don't eat I don't sleep ♪
♪ I do nothing But think of you ♪
♪ I don't eat I don't sleep ♪
♪ I do nothing But think of you ♪
(HARPER LAUGHS)
♪ You keep me under your spell You keep me under your spell ♪
♪ You keep me under your spell ♪
(ROBERT SNIFFS)
♪ ("SPACE DUST" BY LOUIS VI PLAYING) ♪
(ROBERT SNORTING)
(ROBERT SIGHS)
(LAUGHS)
(EXHALES)
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
ROBERT: Uh, stop. No, stop.
-I'm sorry. -It's fine.
No, I'm sorry.
You know...
-You can tell I want to-- -It's fine.
It's not a good idea anyway.
You know, it's just...
with me and Yasmin,
with-- with whatever's... happening there.
I didn't know that anything was happening there.
-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ -(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
COLETTE STERN: (IN VOICEMAIL) Dad and I really hope
you're going to make it back for Thanksgiving.
Oh, I saw on Instagram that Todd's got rid of his little ho.
I'm not saying reach out, but maybe reach out.
Okay, bye.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
ERIC: People are missing the move.
RISHI RAMDANI: Gregory, you smell like a brewery, mate.
GREG: No, I think that's Robert.
RISHI: Robert, you smell like a brewery, mate.
-ROBERT: I think it's Greg. -(BEEPS)
DUNCAN HIXE: Harper, it's Duncan Hixe in middle office.
Can you call me as soon as you get this
in order to discuss something urgent?
ERIC: The market is backstopped like...
Harper, you coming?
DARIA: But you can't go to the drive.
Harper, you can't represent us like this... in this condition.
(TELEPHONES RINGING)
It was a chance to represent the firm in front of Sara.
Remember, this place is bigger than one desk.
I mean, I want to, but that's on tomorrow.
-(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER) -(TELEPHONES RINGING)
Yeah, wing it.
At minimum... (SIGHS) ...find a replacement.
-And please, take a shower. -(ERIC SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
ERIC: He's so bear-ish.
HARPER: It'll be good for your internal profile.
They're, like, a component of the 360s they do pre-RIF day.
What is it?
It's like a corporate spiel for college kids.
Yas, go. It's not like you're on the phones,
and you're a great advert for the firm. (GRUNTS)
Or maybe you could go, Tash?
Actually, that would require you to speak.
I love you. I love my gift.
You weren't in your room this morning.
Yeah, Rob kept me up. (CHUCKLES)
(SUCKS TEETH)
Fine. But I've booked us spin.
And I've already paid for you, so.
There's a pungent smell of wine in this area,
which hitherto was absent.
On your bike, Yas. Sell the firm.
(KENNY PANTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
KENNY KILBANE: Come on, Kenny. (GRUNTS)
ALIX STEEL: (ON TV) This is Bloomberg Daybreak.
I'm Alix Steel. It is 7:30 a.m. on...
-HARPER: Duncan? -BOTH: Yeah?
STEEL: ...reports the worst month since 2013...
-Harper. -Ah! The elusive Harper.
Hi, sorry, sorry, crazy morning. How can I help?
Forwarded you a time stamp on a mismatched trade.
-Allerton Capital. -What's the issue?
There's a discrepancy on the notional.
Graduates have done this before, so I just need to check.
Did you buy the right currency? You booked 50 quid,
Allerton are confirming 50 dollars. Which is it?
Sterling. Uh, quid.
Allerton's confirmation says it's a dollar amount.
It definitely wasn't.
DUNCAN: Call the client. I'm sure he'll rectify.
It's probably their mistake.
If it's yours, I need to know ASAP.
Do I need to tell my manager? Is this, uh, a serious issue?
Absolutely you should.
Not telling him is not acceptable.
Okay. I'll-- I'll fix it.
RISHI: Listen, if anyone wants me,
fucking I.M. me. Stop ringing my line!
ERIC: No, exactly. I was just going to flag that...
RISHI: I'm not gonna hold your hand.
Contrary to popular belief, I am not God!
ERIC: A load of our economists clamoring over each other
to be wrong on the direction of Europe...
-ASSISTANT: Allerton Capital. -It's Harper from Pierpoint.
Um, I was hoping to speak with Aubrey.
-ASSISTANT: Putting you through. -AUBREY LEWIS: Aubrey speaking.
How is your wife coping with the sleep apnea?
AUBREY: It's less about how she's coping,
more about how I'm coping.
(CHUCKLES)
Just checking, you got my Bloomie
with our NFP preview?
Yeah, I don't really read those, but appreciate the flag.
Sure. Um, while I have you, that cable ticket that we did,
middle office is saying that you booked 50 dollars.
AUBREY: Well, that's because I did.
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
No, you booked 50 sterling.
AUBREY: Are we seriously having this conversation?
We can pull the tapes on the trade
and listen to the audio,
but it would mark a first in my 20-year career.
Does Daria know you're calling me?
I-- I'm really sorry. This is clearly a...
brain fry. Um, I must have misbooked it.
C-- Could you amend it on your end?
AUBREY: With the rate where it is?
Why would I eat that for you? I'm no philanthropist.
Is that all?
Um... Aubrey, I--
-I'm sure that we can-- -AUBREY: No, I'm sure.
I'm willing to lay this ridiculous request
at the feet of your inexperience,
but if you push me on this, it will legitimately damage
my relationship with your superiors,
and then you'll have a real problem. Thanks.
Rish, where's street on the NFP print at 1:30 please?
Uh, consensus is plus 250. We're at plus 150.
Cassandra, you still think we're grinding to a halt?
Strong and black, just like me.
How late did you go last night?
Sorry, I can't do this right now.
-Sure. -Hey.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Do you have anything stronger?
(PLASTIC CRINKLES)
Uh, globalization of trade is...
(WHISPERING) How many?
Take two and you'll feel like you're inventing Facebook.
(OFFICE CHATTER CONTINUES)
(PLASTIC CRINKLES)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Duncan, client did buy 50 quid.
He's refusing to amend it on his end. He's lying.
DUNCAN: Ah. Okay. Well, let's pull the tapes.
All voice trading's recorded.
DARA: Oh, yeah. Oh, I put in extraordinary...
Is there another option?
DUNCAN: No. Look, he shouldn't have run you over
just because you're young.
Amend the trade in the system to 50 dollars,
and see what the loss is.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
DARA: ...flew them in on a helicopter.
Isn't that wild? (LAUGHS) Oh, no, no. I don't give a...
DUNCAN: Okay, I imagine it's quite a hit,
but sell now and at least we've contained it.
-(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER) -♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
DUNCAN: Harper?
Is it done? What does it say?
(DARIA GIGGLES)
It says it's all squared away.
DUNCAN: Good. I was dreading the team meet.
You-- we-- we were slow on this one.
When is your meet?
DUNCAN: 1:30. Just after nonfarm payrolls.
Now, you're sure it's done?
-HARPER: It's done. -DUNCAN: Good.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
See, no two days are the same,
'cause the market is always dynamic.
And here we're taught to think like owners.
You manage to make it sound like a socialist enterprise.
We're on a very aggressive image rehabilitation drive,
so you might want to put your tie on.
ROBERT: Excuse me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(YASMIN CLEARS THROAT)
Don't ask.
I can imagine.
What did you guys get up to?
Ah, um...
Yeah, I really put her in the locker.
Yeah, well, now I'm having to deal with the fallout, so.
(LAUGHTER, CHATTER CONTINUES)
ROBERT: Photoshop.
I doubt they've ever even been in the same room.
Look how much they like each other.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
It feels weird to be in a position of power here.
So, what are you gonna do with it?
-YASMIN: Hi! -STUDENTS: Hi!
-YASMIN: Nice to meet you. Having a good day? Hi. -STUDENTS: Hi.
HARPER: All I know is I fucked up
and the loss is at 50k right now.
Why don't you just tell Eric?
We have had two of the best P&L days of the year.
I can't just put my hands up and say that I wiped it out.
ROBERT: Yeah, Eric will flip,
but you risk your job if you don't come clean.
HARPER: Why did you make me stay up all night?
(LAUGHS) I didn't make you do anything!
Look, you're his project.
You're allowed to make one mistake.
No, no, actually I'm not.
I'm not allowed to make any mistakes.
People like you are allowed to make mistakes.
What the fuck does that mean?
Mistakes are a privilege.
(SCOFFS) Okay, yeah, well, the loss is hypothetical.
-In the book? It's live, right? -Yeah. So?
ROBERT: Well, then, it's not crystallized.
So, surely it can still swing to the upside or the downside?
If the NFP's under 150k at 1:30 this afternoon--
That's a fucking punt.
No, there's less chance of a Fed rate hike,
which is bad for the dollar.
Sterling surges against dollar, and my loss is totally offset.
Look, just tell Eric, all right? You're not thinking properly.
The street's looking for 250k.
You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
So why don't you stick to whatever it is
that you're good at, and I'll just-- I'll be fine.
If you wanna fucking talk about last night, talk about it.
Otherwise, let's just put a pin in it.
Dude... (SCOFFS) Please.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
RISHI: I'm moving all kinds of size today. I am the flow.
GREG: Yeah, he who talks about his conquests exaggerates them.
CLEMENT COWAN: This is the first time
I've been on the floor for the data
since the evangelists invaded Iraq.
Normally have a lunch.
Yours is incredibly antisocial.
Things slowing down then?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Published on the whispers about a new bubble in tech,
interest for Kaspar.
Rishi!
Happy to call Usman to run him through the note.
CLEMENT: Won't be necessary.
Kaspar tells me he's already opened a dialogue with Robert.
Maybe we could do dual coverage--
CLEMENT: Let's not overdo it, Augustus.
Or I could just back Robert up?
Can't imagine you want to be subordinate to him?
-(TELEPHONES RINGING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
THEO TUCK: If you have any questions about it,
-just let me know. -OFFICE WORKER: Yeah, sure.
-THEO: Cheers mate, thanks. -Can I have the note?
What is it? Why are you ignoring me?
Grow up. I have a girlfriend.
(OFFICE CHATTER CONTINUES)
I had interviews at Morgan Stanley,
Nomura, Barclays, and I can count on one hand
the amount of times I was interviewed by a woman,
until I got to Pierpoint.
It was really important for me to see
people like me in positions of responsibility--
I was just curious, why are there no women on the board?
Uh, we've actually just hired our first female president.
That's more like a figurehead. Like, what's it really like
being a woman in this environment?
Not dissimilar to being a man. (CHUCKLES)
You know, there's always banter.
"Banter" sounds like a euphemism.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, you have to have a sense of humor.
And men have been hiding behind theirs for years.
Well, you can either stand on the sidelines and comment,
or you could join us and try and affect change.
I think Yasmin is very capable of navigating
these things herself. But ultimately--
Ultimately, you come here
because it's one of the few workplaces
where nobody cares where you're from.
There are many potential role models here,
and you could be one of them. (CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
DUNCAN: I'll have four sugars.
Bit of a bastard behind the eyes. Hungover.
You haven't covered that risk.
Your P&L on that trade is minus 50 thousand.
You're not authorized.
I have to level with you. Um, I'm still working on the client.
-So you lied to me? -No, you misunderstood.
I'm just softening them up a bit.
Um, it's their error. I just need a little more time.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
I'm not gonna be held responsible
for your lack of responsibility.
I'm empowered to report this. It's literally my job.
-I just need until 1:30 p.m. -That would be gross negligence.
-Well, is it illegal? -No.
-Is it unethical? -That's muddier.
Well, so we've established
that it's not black and white then--
That's not the point.
Look, this is on me. You can be ignorant.
-Our conversations-- -DUNCAN: They happened.
I don't care about the electronic trail
or the audio trail either. It's the principle.
Let's be pragmatic.
Having me in your debt makes sense.
I could help you with a move to front office,
I could get you facetime with an MD,
help you with a lateral move, whatever you need.
You wanna get me a job?
Do you even know how long I've worked here?
You're the one facing disciplinary,
but if you wanna keep insulting me,
I'm happy to stay here for a bit longer.
No?
-Just fucking help me! -Don't...
do that. This is a workplace.
We're colleagues.
I'm-- I'm not getting emotional.
I'm barely four months into my career.
I-- I'm just asking, colleague to colleague.
Please, Duncan.
1:30 is the absolute limit.
After that, it becomes our managers' problems.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Are we cunts?
You know what I mean, you know, like...
were we that cunty when we did these?
Surely you knew we entered a career that connoted,
you know...
cunty-ness.
Yeah, but I didn't think that cuntishness was a prerequisite.
(SIGHS) I don't need you to speak for me.
I wasn't.
Yeah, well, in my experience, anyone that calls themselves
a "male feminist" is usually the villain of the piece.
(LAUGHS) Yeah, well, I never made that claim.
You know, just, it wasn't all right.
Thanks.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SOFTLY) We used to play this game when I was at school.
Sports days, prize-givings, stuff like that.
We'd rate the dads...
talk about which ones we'd snog.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you think they're doing that about us?
I reckon I could fuck anyone I want in here.
Not anyone, Robert.
Oh shite, it's her again.
Lure them in young, work them to death!
(ALL SCREAM)
PROTESTER: Fucking murderers! Party of Davos!
MAN: Security!
-(CROWD GASPS) -(ALL MUTTERING)
WOMAN: She just went charging in!
(ALARM BLARING)
Don't-- don't move. We can't miss the flow.
GREG: Save me, Rishi, save me!
-(ERIC LAUGHS) -Eric, don't make my job tougher.
We-- We'll continue this on the move.
The ways people degrade themselves to get a promotion.
All right, come on.
Harper, no client is worth being burned alive.
(ALARM CONTINUES)
Get. Come on.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(ALARM STOPS)
-Excuse me, sorry. -WOMAN: Hey!
RISHI: Mate, glad I'm not running position into this print.
ERIC: Harpsichord, anything granular to watch?
Uh... employment rate.
No shit.
Sorry. I'm looking at wage growth too.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(BEEPS)
What?
DUNCAN: I've just spoken to Aubrey at Allerton.
Why did you lie to me?
You're middle office. You shouldn't be calling clients.
DUNCAN: You made a mistake.
So what the fuck do you think you're doing?
Fifteen seconds to the print. It's gonna be soft.
Then we're clear.
DUNCAN: No, Harper. You can't trade your way out of this!
That is unacceptable. It's reckless.
This is where we are now.
-DUNCAN: Harper! -HARPER: Just wait.
The announcement's coming in five.
♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
THEO: Big miss on the number.
Plus 120 versus street at plus 250.
-(INDISTINCT CLAMORING) -DARA: What did I say?
Told you.
DUNCAN: Okay. Pull up the trade input loss sheet.
-I shouldn't be doing this. -(MOUSE CLICKING)
It's already done.
DUNCAN: Execute anywhere within ten grand,
and you might get away with this.
This move's one-way traffic.
The print is soft. I'm running it.
DUNCAN: Harper. Don't fuck around.
Cover that risk now.
Harper!
There's a reason I'm sat here. Bear with me.
(BEEPS)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(TELEPHONES RINGING)
Ivor's buying dollars. It's fucking Ivor, man!
Storb now too!
First move's always wrong.
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
RISHI: Fucking hell, Eric, Ivor is lighting us up, mate.
ERIC: Of course he is. He trades with me.
DUNCAN: Harper, I am gonna come over your hoot and broadcast this
if you do not execute at this level now.
It'll come back.
(TELEPHONES RINGING)
-DUNCAN: Fucking punch it! -Fucking wait!
DUNCAN: (THROUGH LOUDSPEAKER) I'm not messing around!
-All good? -Absolutely. Of course.
♪ (LOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
DUNCAN: Where are you gonna find 140,000 dollars
before the close?
Harper!
(BEEPS)
RISHI: Harper! Come collect your winnings.
You won!
-(CHEERING) -Won what?
Traders payroll sweepstake at 250 big ones.
DARIA: Lucky bitch.
I entered your prediction for you. You owe me a pint.
-(TELEPHONES RINGING) -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
RISHI: Greg, you've done something selfless there.
Somebody should make a note, no?
GREG: Yeah, I'll tell my blog.
RISHI: Probably leave it out as it's so out of character.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hi. Hi. It's Harper.
Can I run something by you in person-- in person--
it has to be in person, um,
it needs to be pre 4:30, before the close.
(WATER RUNNING)
♪ (SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
ROBERT: Are you okay?
(CHUCKLES)
I've never had anyone hate me before.
(YASMIN SIGHS)
I need to have a shower. (CHUCKLES)
Do you fancy a bevvy after work?
I have plans with Seb.
You didn't fuck anyone, did you?
-(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) -(DOOR OPENS)
So there are gonna be some very, very happy MDs
and some pretty miserable ones.
I think a ton of people got whiplashed on this NFP print.
Do you think the payroll data considers Instagram models?
(RISHI LAUGHS)
Fuck! I've got another engagement drinks tonight.
Hopefully if I go, they won't invite me to the wedding.
Yes, there are few things more common than a wedding.
Like what?
Richard Branson. Skiing in France. Airline pajamas.
(GREG LAUGHS)
What's wrong with marriage?
Please tell me you're wiser than that.
Well, it's legal now. So it's an option.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(TELEPHONES RINGING)
You must be thinking about doing the honorable thing soon, Theo?
Yeah, yeah. I mean, there's no rush. But...
I love her, so I guess it's inevitable.
You're far too young. Went to Jaspar Conran's wedding.
-Suffice to say it was a party. -Did you actually go, though?
Or is that just another part of your life you're lying about?
DARA: No time like the present. Yeah.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You ever speak to me like that again,
I'll put you in the fucking ground.
GUS SACKEY: Sorry.
-(TELEPHONE RINGS) -RISHI: Rishi, Pierpoint...
(WATER RUNNING)
-(BICYCLE BELLS CHIMING) -(DRIVERS YELLING)
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
MAN: (SHOUTING) Look both ways, you twat!
COBWEB: Hail.
-MOTH: Hail. -MUSTARDSEED: Hail.
BOTTOM: I cry your worships' mercy.
I shall desire you of more acquaintance,
good Master Cobweb.
If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you.
Your name, honest gentleman?
PEASEBLOSSOM: Peaseblossom.
BOTTOM: I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother,
and Master Peascod, your father.
MAN: (GRUMBLING) Come on.
I shall desire you of more acquaintance too,
Good Master Peaseblossom.
Your name, I beseech you, sir?
-MUSTARDSEED: Mustardseed. -Which one's your niece?
BOTTOM: Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well.
That same cowardly, giant-like...
Thanks for taking the time to see me.
BOTTOM: I promise your kindred...
Every child on that stage is doomed.
I wish my sister wasn't too proud to take my money and...
drag her out of this shithole.
It seems fine.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's fine.
Did me all right, didn't it?
But then I'm not everybody, am I?
(CLEARS THROAT, CHUCKLES)
Some Labour MP sent his kids here for "credibility,"
ended up hanging himself with an orange in his mouth.
Or was that Michael Hutchence?
ROBIN: ...that, when he waked, of force she must be eyed.
I have a really...
commercial idea I needed to put in front of you
-pre the close-- -Shh.
ROBIN: ...but not this the man.
The NFP turnaround is pure positioning.
We have a really competitive short dollar yen option.
I've priced it especially for you.
The rate is locked,
but you'll need to execute pre-close.
HERMIA: ...being o'er shoes in blood...
-plunge in the deep... -(CAMERA CLICKS)
-...and kill me too. -(CHUCKLES)
HERMIA: The sun was not so true unto the day...
I once had a Lehman saleswoman follow me into the toilet
and try and flog me some MBS.
HERMIA: I'll believe as soon this whole Earth may be bored...
So it's a vanilla currency option that will lose me money.
So either you think I'm stupid, or you're stupid.
And I know you're not stupid.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
The only real currency you ever have
as a salesperson is honesty.
HERMIA: ...a murderer look, so dead, so grim.
So are you going to tell me why you're really here?
DEMETRIUS: ...and so should I, pierced through the heart
-with your stern cruelty. -I made a mistake.
DEMETRIUS: Yet you, the murderer...
I misbooked something, and made it worse.
-Have you told your boss? -No.
Well, tell your boss. It's the only option.
MAN: (WHISPERING) Shut the fuck up!
HERMIA: What's this to my Lysander?
Where is he? Ah, good Demetrius...
I thought...
with your normal receptiveness to my thinking...
DEMETRIUS: I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
What are you doing here, Harper?
HERMIA: ...drivest me past the bounds of maiden's...
Clear your head, take a second, come clean.
HERMIA: Henceforth be never...
Whatever the consequences, you'll feel relief.
HERMIA: Oh, once tell true, tell true even for my sake.
And I'm willing to forget about this little intrusion.
HERMIA: ...looked upon him being awake...
Don't ever put a price on your dignity.
HERMIA: ...thou killed him sleeping? O brave touch.
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
(CHAIR SCRAPES)
TITANIA: Lead him to my bower.
The moon methinks looks with a watery eye,
and when she weeps, weeps every little flower.
(DOOR OPENS)
COLETTE: You always put so much pressure on yourself.
You know how you get.
(SOBS) Mom, you don't understand.
No matter what I do now, they're going to fire me.
-Uh... I don't know about that. -(SOBS)
I'm so fucking stupid.
I don't know why I thought I could do this.
-COLETTE: Harper? -(SOBS)
COLETTE: Harper!
(SOBBING LOUDLY)
COLETTE: I really don't know what you want me to say.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -Uh, tell you what,
can I get another?
Seb, this is Robert, he's a colleague.
I've heard a lot about you. You all right?
Hey, man. (CHUCKLES) I didn't think
-Yas spoke about me at work. -ROBERT: Oh, she does.
SEB OLDROYD: Sit down, man.
Ah, no, it's all right, don't worry.
You got, um-- You got some shit in your hair.
Oh yeah, um... (CHUCKLES) It's just paint.
Yeah, no, I didn't mean you had actual, like...
you know, actual feces in your hair.
(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
Do you want, uh-- do you want a pint?
Um... No, I'm all right. Actually, um, I can get my own.
-Uh, nice one. -SEB: I'll get myself one.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I hooked up with one of the students.
-When? -Just now.
What happened?
He went down on me.
And when I came in his mouth...
hard...
he looked up at me and he said...
"You taste like a hangover."
That is the least convincing thing
I've ever heard in my life.
Hmm.
I'm gonna take these off and slip them into your pocket.
You're going to put them on your face and send me a photo.
Because that's all you're good for.
Okay?
(YASMIN CLEARS THROAT)
♪ ("TOY" BY YOUNG FATHERS PLAYING) ♪
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
What the fuck.
♪ I got s-s-stammers And no manners... ♪
ROBERT: All right?
♪ Oceanic cinematic ♪
♪ I reach out For something bigger than free ♪
♪ You lick it and you stick it ♪
♪ And it's kinda like the taste Of everything ♪
ROBERT: Isn't that your best mate from the prospectus?
♪ Emaciated, kinda wasted Can't remember... ♪
(LAUGHS)
-GUS: I've never met her. -(BOTH LAUGH)
♪ Somewhere in Tucson ♪
♪ I watched for one or two songs Then I left ♪
YASMIN: Enjoy your evening.
♪ I give two cents And a dollar ♪
♪ For all the paranoia I forget ♪
♪ Well boredom is a killer ♪
♪ For me the sealer dealer Now you're dead ♪
♪ You paid your debt ♪
♪ You're playing dead ♪
-(ELEVATOR DINGS) -AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors closing.
(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
WOMAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll meet you straight after.
Can we talk... somewhere private?
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
You've been so fair to me.
And the opportunities that you've given me--
If I wanted a story, I'd read Moby Dick. What's up?
I misbooked a trade.
How much?
Hundred and forty thousand dollars.
I called your college today.
We needed a hard copy of your credentials for the visa.
So I called them.
You realize this makes you the most under-qualified
person I've ever hired?
When I was a summer analyst at Salomon,
my boss...
looked like Newman from Seinfeld.
But... like Newman if he was a linebacker.
He once said to me...
"I used to think
if there was such a thing as reincarnation,
I wanted to come back as the president or pope...
or a .400 baseball hitter.
But now... I want to come back as the bond market.
Because it intimidates everybody."
People like us....
born at the bottom.
Where would you put our percentage chance
of ever making that top quintile?
It's about three percent.
That's intimidating. We intimidate people here.
Why is that?
Because hunger is not a birthright.
Your qualifications don't have to be a problem for you.
Because they don't have to be problem for me.
You understand what I'm saying?
What was the final P&L?
Two hundred k.
No, no. It was a 140k loss.
Profit, 200k profit.
I executed for you pre-close.
-Nicole at Mallon Mercer. -(GASPS)
It's a hell of a spread she ate.
What did you do?
I went to watch her niece perform Shakespeare.
♪ (UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CHUCKLES)
You-- (CHUCKLES) You just coined jargon for good client service.
(LAUGHS)
I would have never known.
(SNIFFS)
But there are generally two times to tell me
when you've fucked up. The moment it's fucked,
or the moment it's un-fucked. Clear?
Clear.
That was the thing with Newman.
He knew from day one he could trust me.
So I trusted him.
He wasn't big on compliments, but...
I heard him compliment me once.
What did he say?
"That little chink's a born salesman."
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
♪ ("BRICK SELL PHONE" BY 100S PLAYING) ♪
♪ Tell a bitch To ride the dick ♪
♪ Like I ride the beat Like I ride the beat ♪
♪ In the suites Looking over the streets ♪
♪ And all that ♪
♪ And when I leave For the summer and winter ♪
♪ She fall back ♪
♪ Can't have no creases Up in the shit ♪
♪ That's coming off the head ♪
♪ So I told her wrap my shit up Before we go to bed ♪
♪ Hungry ass bitch told me Take her out to dinner ♪
♪ Knowing damn well ♪
♪ She'd order half the shit That's on the menu ♪
♪ Reverse game Hit her with a cold line ♪
♪ Told her I don't want her pussy ♪
♪ Yeah that really Fucked her mind ♪
♪ Learned that from a cold mack How to make them come back ♪
♪ How to make her run back Hanging off your sack ♪
♪ How to make a bitch Take a bullet ♪
♪ Like the secret service ♪
♪ While you sit back And watch the Kentucky Derby ♪
♪ How a nigga sound so clean ♪
♪ And never talk about a chopper Or a key, motherfucker? ♪
♪ How a nigga sound so clean When he pull out his piece ♪
♪ And fuck the mouths Of the beasts like that? ♪