All language subtitles for Industry S02E02

Is
she usually late?

Nope.

Well, things happen.

Things happen.

Yeah. Shall we order?

It's polite
to wait, isn't it?

So we'll wait.

Felim Bichan and
his superstitions.

It's a shame because I prefer
the two of you together.

You know, I'm...

I'm sure she's got

- a good excuse.
- Right.

Any chance we could
tempt you on a tour of the floor?

Oh, I'm
not particularly geared

towards making you look like
a rock star on the desk.

Uh, just the car please.

He wants to show you
how many screens he has.

Well, Bloomberg did
actually just hit me up

- with a six-monitor rig.
- That was great.

By the way, we've
just published our macro

- year ahead predictions...
- I'm sorry.

Do you have any idea how
often salespeople bring me

reams of immaterial material?

I'm just not
interested in people

who comment on the
direction of the wind.

I'd... I'd much prefer if
you could make it blow.

Ask yourself,
"What's your edge?"

How can you be

more essential to
me than these...

...vultures?

Oh, um...

- Uh, actually, I'm, uh...
- Thank you for coming.

We've reserved
the box at Anfield

for you and Leo this Friday.

- Derby Day under the lights...
- John Henry's a close friend.

And on Friday, my son is ritually
humiliating me at tennis.

So, thank you but no thank you.

We've got a court at the
Hurlingham you could use?

We're very happy with
our new Highgate patch.

Um, yeah? Okay. Thank
you. Appreciate it.

Um...

Hey! Good luck
with everything.

Remember it's all just a
cycle of victory and defeat.

Excuse me.

What an epic
bloke. I think he likes me.

I was primary coverage
on Maxim's fund.

I've done a lot of work
with FutureDawn Partners.

Um, lots of
flow-slash-execution stuff.

But I would love to learn more
about Private Wealth Management.

"Flow."

You almost make that
sound delicious.

And the people?

They're fine.

Sorry. So, um...

what you'd expect.
You know, in line.

It's ugly work.
Market-facing roles.

There's nothing elegant in
that part of the business.

I imagine they hate you.

You know,

I think you've really just
crystallized that for me.

Yeah, I think they
fucking despise me.

Yes.

Oh, and the quiet
heart of the hatred,

which, of course,
they never ever

articulate to you is,
you're aspirational to them.

Hmm.

I am single, though.

I have
this client and his son.

Enzo is a Cucinelli
type. Very rakish.

Rocco, I don't know as well.

He's, uh, harder to gauge.

More your age.

- - CELESTE
PACQUET: More forward-looking.

Yeah, I would love to.

It's a personal service.

They are paying us to...

be at the end of a phone, to
take them out for dinner...

to make them feel safe.

Investment returns

are as steady and as boring
as a savings account.

But...

a savings account
does not come with us.

I have to say...

I love your shoes.

Client favorite.

The company is Rican Healthcare.

Leader in the
telemedicine space.

Last year created a need...

Pricey healthcare
subscription service.

Remote doctors.

Helps rich people get
medical access without...

...leaving
their Chelsea Mews house.

- A
- consortium of PE firms

provided rescue
financing to them

at the peak of the pandemic.

Now, we have
exclusively negotiated

with one of these firms
to acquire their blocks

at three percent discount and
place it with our clients.

So, as of now.

I'm the proud owner of 75
million shares of Rican.

As handsome and
inspirational as I am,

I'm not a captain of
industry. I'm a market maker.

So, sadly, I'm not looking
to keep the shares...

You're looking to flip them?

You're not a total
lost cause after all.

Thanks for joining us!

Yeah, uh, the lock-up
period has just ended.

So your clients should know that

this is the best opportunity
since Rican went public

to obtain a block of shares
and get in on the story.

Danny, can you pass
out the deal sheets?

Yeah.

So, here is a list of
significant investors

that have expressed interest
in either the name...

or the sector.

There you go.

Remember,
this isn't an IPO.

There won't be a
month-long roadshow

to drum up interest. No
batting of eyelashes.

We have less than 24
hours to build the book

and adios the full
position out the door.

I'm happy to
quarterback on this one.

Felim Bichan is the
anchor of the deal, so...

- that's my client.
- Right.

The anchor is, uh, numero
one on the deal sheet.

Takes the largest
chunk of shares.

- Do you have to keep doing that?
- Between us, I, um...

I think the kid's got
a minor brain injury.

Fuck off,
you Canada Goose nonce.

Eric, did Felim
reconfirm at breakfast?

The I-bankers upstairs who built the
book are happy with Felim as anchor.

But have also identified

Anna Gearing at
FutureDawn Partners

as a specialist in the sector.

- ESG fund. Social impact.
- One of the good guys.

It would behoove us
to know where Anna stands.

Who has the CPS relationship
with FutureDawn?

The deal sheet says
“Daria Greenock.”

- I knew her, Horatio.
- That deal sheet is out of date.

If it's Daria's slack,
I will look into Anna.

Right, yeah, please.

It's critical her
interest is firm.

Her fund is one of the
most clued up in the space.

They lead. People follow.

Now without her the deal's DOA.

Let's not give New York an
easy win by fucking this up.

Vamos!

Yo, you ever
met that Felim geezer?

I tried to take him whoring
once after a client dinner,

and he looked at
me, like I'm some...

I'm really sorry that
I missed breakfast.

I fucked up. But I
want to be honest.

Try it out.

I went to go see Bloom
speak at a town hall.

I mean, speak is a bit
kind, he bloviated.

It was a distraction.
You were right.

I'll call Felim with
a credible excuse.

How was it?

Did he confirm
tomorrow as the anchor?

Don't do that. I don't want
you calling him anymore.

Actually, let's be unequivocal.

You are not to call Felim,
and if he calls the desk,

you're not to answer.
You set a meeting...

with a sensitive
client and bailed.

Forget bad business practice,
that's bad manners, straight up.

For a third-year analyst,

I gave you

a super-privileged position
and you shit the bed.

How can you even ask for
a sales credit split?

I tell you,
ladies and gentlemen,

this morning, I
am horny for flow.

I am horny for your mum!

Are you
sure you're an intern?

Yeah, I know.

Might as well
call me Jerome Powell,

'cause I'm the fucking market!

Big 24
hours ahead of us.

Why are you late?

I had a meeting.

With a saleswoman in
Private Wealth Management.

Speaking of
which, how is Denise?

Are you okay?

- I
- did a rotation in PWM

during my spring week
at Credit Suisse.

It was so... frothy.

Acronym. “Pussy's wet, mister!”

Kenny's late.

Kenny's in
a breakfast meeting

with an actual FX client!

Look, I'm happy to give you
special privileges given our...

you know, daedalian
complications,

but don't take the piss.

I was looking up different
parts of the bank.

You know, “One Pierpoint.”

Plots. Schemes.
Career machinations, whatever.

File them all away
under “Not on my time.”

So,
Venetia, how old were you

when you rode your first pony?

That's not a euphemism.

I'm asking when daddy got you
into the saddle, again, not...

Have you, uh,

touched base with
Anna Gearing recently?

- No. Why?
- Um, palace intrigue.

Lots of whispers of
her name on the floor

re the CPS equity deal
happening tomorrow.

I heard Anna's fund
moved to Berlin?

- Brexit exodus. Brexidous.
- Yep. German husband.

Yeah, well,
nobody's perfect.

Presumably, perfect
Aryan kids though.

- So, swings and roundabouts.
- Boudicea and Olympia.

How do you know that?

I asked.

Look I know I was
probably born behind the curve,

but if anything comes in

from anywhere on
Gearing, deal with it.

It's an equity block but
she's still an FX client

and we need to at
least seem to know

what business she's
doing with this bank.

You want us
coordinating with CPS?

Fuck me sideways. God is dead.

We few, we
few, we happy few.

We band of brothers.

Hi, Anna.
This is Harper Stern

- from Pierpoint.
- Who?

I was Daria Greenock's
backup coverage.

Oh, right. Yeah.

I tend to deal with
your FX Desk now.

They do my hedging.

Sure, um, I was
meaning to talk to you

about an upcoming
equity block...

Sorry, but I
don't know who you are,

so why would I talk to
you about it? Take care.

Let me know when you've
connected with Anna.

When I have something
material, I will let you know.

Sorry. That... That
could've been an email.

I... I was...

Never mind.

You got any package, huh?

And I'll tell you,
that fruity little nonce,

was absolutely seething it.
And it wasn't even hot...

Hey, where are you...
Where are you from?

Uh, Upstate New York.

- Binghamton.
- Oh!

- You?
- The... the city.

- Actually, Upper West Side.
- Hmm.

- Oh!
- Yeah.

"Van Deventer."

That doesn't sound very Black.

Well, nor does Stern, so...

Yo! Felim is
banging the line...

- Is that the anchor?
- Mm-hmm.

Pick it up.

Pick up the phone.
It's the deal anchor.

You have the
relationship, right?

I do, but Eric very explicitly
took me off the account.

Where's Eric?

He's taken an inopportune
time to void his bowls.

His diet must be very fibrous

because it keeps
Seiko-quality time. So...

He's taking the
brutal shittings.

You're banned from
ten-minute turds.

Good, it's a crime
scene in there.

- The size of those things...
- Answer the phone.

Thanks.

- Good morning. Harper speaking.
- Good morning.

Sorry to have
missed you earlier.

- My apologies for that.
- Nae bother.

So, run me through the deal.
How's the book shaping up?

Uh, it's building nicely.

Almost covered. We're
just waiting on some

sector specialists to
confirm participation.

How do you
mean “almost covered?”

I was assured plainly

that Anna had done the work
and it was in the book.

I'm sure that
that's just timing.

I'm told that this deal
will come cheap to comps

- and trade well in the breaks.
- I couldn't give a hoot

that the sellers
are eager to sell.

- Two pounds lighter, lad. Yeah?
- Sure.

If Anna's
not participating

then I'm not gonna anchor it.

And Pierpoint have a
dead deal, understood?

- You know, frankly, Harper...
- Felim, if you could just...

This isn't the
news I was expecting.

Particularly from
someone so junior

and marketing one of
her first block trades.

Anraj, you
cannot fucking talk.

Yours rival Celine, a
distressed debt trader.

About four foot. Very
avian. Very French.

Let me tell you, mortar shits.

Blitzkrieg and hellfire.

You know when she's been in

because the cleaners
went in straight after...

Felim.

Felim... look, if these
are pre-match jitters,

let's work it all through.
Call me coach. Let...

Trust me. Anna has
already done the work.

She already owns the name.

She was a size buyer post-IPO
and she is gonna add.

It's not a matter of if.

It's a question
of how many boots

she has to fill.

‘Cause the lady is
filling her fucking boots,

let me tell you.

She's in.

You know, I can't do
that over the phone.

You have to trust me.

What did you do? He
just pulled his order.

I didn't tell him anything

that wasn't in the
talking points.

I gave him the
shape of the book.

See?

Cause, you don't listen.

Effect, needless work.

Look, why are you
balling her out?

It's not her fault you
don't communicate with her.

Oh. Why would you misrepresent

Anna's interest in
the deal to Felim?

- I am doing our job.
- Right.

Our job is to help
people make the decision

that we know they need to make,

often much faster than
they're comfortable making it.

Anna will come into this book.

The deal has the
right characteristics.

Sellers, discount, upside.
The stock will trade higher.

And Felim would have called me

and said, “Eric, what
was I worried about?”

People are just
knots of fear, okay?

We loosen them, we win.

This isn't Utopia. This is par.

It's how it plays,

- if we just do our fucking job.
- Guys, guys, look respectfully,

you're running
this like a circus.

You don't mean it respectfully,
so don't say “respectfully.”

New York was a
democracy of competency.

We held each other accountable.
We managed up with that.

You are no longer in New York.

And there was
talk about this,

but hell, this is
the rumor made flesh.

You cross the Rubicon with
me, it's goodnight, Vienna.

In no uncertain terms.
You fucking follow?

- Yeah.
- Yo! Lads and lasses!

Please, for the love of God, don't
tell me this book is falling apart.

I'm leveraged enough that
even someone as dodgy as me

- couldn't hide the losses.
- It's under control.

I'm calling Anna.

Watch me do your jobs.

Eric Tao for Anna.

What do you mean she's
not taking any more calls?

She's in the calls business.

Honestly,
fucking salespeople.

If we can't move
this pot of block,

I am gonna personally
bowcat all your mothers.

This hurts my cock.

Diana is a lot of
things, but number one,

she's very fucking expensive.

You know her old fella's
best mates with Farage?

Yasmin, do you
have a relationship

with Anna Gearing at FDP?

He is gonna
look at me at the altar

and do that Basil
Fawlty double take.

- Good morning.
- My desk needs to get

in touch with her urgently.

It's always urgent.

I've been doing
some hedging for her

- in lieu of Kenny.
- Okay.

Do you have enough
of a relationship

that you could vouch for me?

She's not going to
tell you anything

- if she doesn't know you.
- Okay, that's fine.

I will deal with that. Can
you just make the connect?

Come on, this is
critical business.

Is there a patient
dying on a table somewhere?

Hey! What the
fuck are you doing?

Whatever your little
issue is with me,

it could cost the firm
a fuck ton of dollars.

Maybe you should
think about that then.

Our CPS team are dealing
with the Rican Health block,

but they're a fucking circus.
I'll keep you posted...

Unbelievable.

What a
little drama queen.

I've you some krone
movement down the back there.

Why
is the air conditioning

so fucking cold?

- So, listen...
- Do you remember

the day I did this?
You were so young.

Fuck, what year was it?

- It's one long blur.
- Not that young. Just 24.

You were so fucking
angry with me.

Yeah. Yeah. I spent
a lot of money on it.

Relatively.

I can't believe you
never said anything to me

when I was wearing a fucking
Hermès tie on the floor.

It was my first trade.

Old school bullshit. You
still wear two-tone shirts.

You know that was the, um...

That was the first night
we got drunk together.

Put it back on.

You know, candidly, I heard
a little bit about you two.

People are complex, but, uh...

when these things
become more material...

i.e., they look likely to
cost the desk dollars...

I feel obliged to say something.

I knew you before your face
was troubled by a razor.

Okay. We done?

I really think Adler
would like to see

some of that aggression
channeled into driving business.

- Just say what you're saying.
- The data speaks for itself.

You've had a couple
soft quarters.

One is a pass. Two
could be terminal.

The desk has, or Eric has?

I know Felim was central

to whatever halo Adler
may have put on you.

So, it's best to
keep him happy, no?

Okay, so pragmatically,

the six inches in
front of our face.

How do
we resecure the anchor

and not take a huge bath on
a 3.3-billion-dollar deal?

Let me work Felim.

I've talked him on to
and off enough ledges.

In the spirit of pragmatism,
Harper is a third-year analyst

and she knows to get
the fuck out of our way

on stuff that carries

high reputational
or financial risk.

You know, there's more
to good communication

- than just talking a lot?
- She's a third year.

She has zero value to
a client without me.

And you have unearned
management pretensions

that sound pathetic to my ear.

Hey, Eric.

Eric, you know, I've always
considered you a mentor,

so, everything I'm saying,

I'm saying with
my cap in my hand.

I am going to
fucking cut you open

and climb inside you

- if you don't sort this...
- Right.

I need you to know,

that he and I do not have
the kind of relationship

that people are
saying that we have.

Hey, why don't
you concentrate on

making people realize
that you're here for...

your talent, rather than
because your boss likes you.

Okay?

So, we have a block
of Rican Health to go?

Nah, it's not really my sector
when I dabble in equities.

Any FX plays off its back?

- Uh, let me get back to you.
- Anraj!

Oh, right. Yeah.

The age-old salesman response

when he has no
idea how to answer.

- Nicole...
- Don't talk back to me,

- get me my lunch.
- I'm just a kid, all right.

- I have no fucking clue.
- Well, how refreshing.

Oh, and I love the way you, uh,

you presuppose that I'm
going to deal with you

without ever meeting you.

Well, I'd never be
so presumptuous.

No, I save that
kind of entitlement

for the chins you marched
over on your way up.

No, I've, uh, I've
booked us dinner.

- A client dinner.
- Oh, have you?

- At your favorite place.
- Which is?

No idea.

But you're about to tell me.

Hey.

Hey!

Sorry, what?

Uh, how about a comma?

Well, otherwise, the day's
just word soup, right?

This is a period.

- My day is over.
- Look, come on.

I can tell you don't
leave work at the office.

Quiet moments alone
are important.

A little communion with
yourself, you know.

Yeah why... why are you
laughing at me?

That's mad corny.

Right. Well, don't shit
on what works for me.

I'm just... a
corny guy leading my life.

Heart of a champion.

So...

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Look, I know today was tough.

But one thing you should
know about Eric...

youth terrifies him,
unless he can control it.

Nice comma?

Huh?

We can call this a dash.

A dash would be a pint
around the corner.

Yeah? Pier-pint.

Stop.

Uh, um...

Actually, me and a... a
couple of buddies from Nomura

are going somewhere called
The Slug and Lettuce,

uh, if you...

I'm... I'm really wiped.

- Next time?
- Yeah, of course.

- Cool.
- All right.

Is this too much for Celeste?

No, you look good.

Seductive, but, in a
business kind of way.

This Owen Jones is very
readable for a socialist.

Yeah.

What's the line there...

in PWM?

I dunno.

Available to the
right kind of person?

Oh, God.

Not sure how far
I wanna push that.

- Okay.
- Don't go too far.

I intend to have you
again in the kitchen.

I've never
actually been down here.

The décor has become
uncomfortably Levantine.

What are... What
are you doing here?

You look great.

Wow!

Very grown up.
Very... professional.

How is the job?

I don't have time
for whatever this is.

I'm only here for a few weeks

to get some financial
things in order, but...

it would be great to get supper.

Or... or a quick drink?

- Are you sick or something?
- Would you care?

Don't say fucking stupid things.

Sorry.

Open casket or am I
too under-exercised?

You know, heavy?

I got a Peloton, but I find it

deeply disturbing.

And I can see
myself in my reflection,

and for fuck's sake if
that's what I look like,

why haven't you
marched me outside

- and put me out of my misery?
- I have to go to work.

I hope those
panties are coming off!

Wow!

Charlie.

I thought your father put
you in charge of my money,

not my daughter.

Joking.

I've had this priced
into your relationship

since you were nine years old.

I think you're
misremembering our youth.

I'm ten years older than her.

Yeah, that's what it is.

He misremembers it.

I heard your
papa has been pitching

for clients in Dubai.

He should just stand
outside Harrods screaming,

"Will trade financial
advice for saffron cake."

Okay.

I have to go.

I'd really love to get
dinner whilst I'm here.

You know, they wanna
call me, um, plucky,

because I worked
back-office operations.

And they wanna build this
whole picture, like, um,

my mother loves snooker...

and had brandy
with her cornflakes

and died stupid and
unhappy.

My mother is lovely by
the way and likes to read.

- But that doesn't conform?
- Exactly.

They, uh, they pigeonhole you.

They make you noble

because they can't understand

how someone who sounds like me
has got so much fucking money.

And by making
you noble, they...

- Make you an anomaly.
- Hmm.

You know, so you're
not successful,

you're a success story.

Yeah, and a success
story just enforces

the rigidity of
where you come from.

Your difference.

The structure stays the same.

They keep their power.

You know, my mum always
used to say to me that...

“If there's still gonna be an
upper class in this country,

then you're gonna
be a part of it.”

And, uh, what does
she think of you now?

Uh, she's dead.

I never assimilated.

I just earned. And
didn't give a fuck.

You sure you don't
wanna join me?

I'm okay for tonight. If
that's all right with you.

Bouts of abstinence give the
illusion of control, Robbie.

You know, my mum always used

to force people
to call me Robert.

I bet you used to
watch YouTube tutorials

on received
pronunciation, didn't you?

Okay.

You've done the requisite
amount of personal seduction

to make me feel slightly
more comfortable

buying something off you.

So, why are we here?

And I will take a business
or existential answer.

Well, let's stick to business.

It's firmer ground.

So, shorting krone is the
play for the next 24 hours

around the Rican
Healthcare block,

so the FX desk tell me.

There's Norwegian pension
fund activity around the deal.

That's a very imaginative
take on an equity story.

I was expecting something
a little more rote.

Well, you know,

there's nothing rote
about us, Nicole.

There are
only so many riding crops

you can sell until
you have to move

into the BDSM community.

You know what I mean?

Oh, my God...

Are you coming
for black coffee at Vanderville's next week?

I got a spare room
with some friends.

You
don't need to do that.

It's okay.

No, don't worry.
Really. I mean, honestly, dear.

I've already forgotten
about it, yeah?

Let's continue to
enjoy our evening.

So?

She was in
my class at Bocconi.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Now she the COO
of some Airbnb clone.

Only perverts
let other people

sleep in their
beds.

- Ciao. Buena notte.
- Buena notte.

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

I'm so sorry.

It's a confusing
space when you're new.

I spent my early
twenties torturing myself

about how anyone could
ever take me seriously.

I felt ostracized all the time.

And then I realized,
I was the club.

I was the party.

The only member was me.

People are lucky to
be in your company.

Not the other way around.

I found...

the most personal of my
professional relationships

bear the most fruit.

You don't have to like someone
for them to be useful to you.

This was an
interesting experiment.

It's a shame that we're forced

to make the choices
that dictate our life

when we're too young to
know that we're making them.

I'm old enough to be
your mother, aren't I?

I used to know Chris
Evans once, you know.

What, Captain America?

No. No.

No, the ginger one.

- He's very pinty.
- Right.

So...

a son says to a mum...

“I need my personal space.”

And the mum says
back to the son...

“You came out of
my personal space!”

Just enjoy it.

Hey, drive, pull
over. Take a walk.

I don't wanna cum on
my suit. It's new.

Cum in my hand.

Mommy.

Christ.

Your flatmate's
really laying pipe.

Yeah?

It's good, right?

Use my ass!

I want to feel the full length
of your Black cock, pig!

Yeah!

Oh, yeah! Use my
ass! Use my ass!

Use this skinny white ass!

Can you leave?

Are you serious?

I'm... I'm just not
feeling it anymore, sorry.

- A bit of a tease, aren't you?
- Sorry.

I'm all
fucking gacked up now.

Fuck sake.

You good?

They both left in a hurry.

Did you get the ick?
I definitely did.

I lost interest
somewhere between the...

cab and the front door.

It was such a
relief he just left.

Distracted.

Workaholism...

you know, it's a...
it's a tough diagnosis.

I just feel like I'm
getting in the way a lot.

You're the bane of
everyone's existence.

I'm joking.

I... I'm joking. Okay, um...

I'm going to give you something
I got a lot growing up.

Um...

You are good.

You are worthy.

Take what you deserve.

Benefits of a... A very
expensive education.

Point is...

stop waiting for approval.

What about you?

Me?

I just pound skinny white
blokes from Kennington...

in lieu of a career.

Turn your shit down!

You posh cunts moving into
my fucking neighborhood!

Oh,
fuck off, you grass!

Who're you calling
grass, you little fucking melt?

I'll make ribbons of you,
you little Tory weapons.

Oh,
fuck off, Grandad!

I'm gonna torch
your fucking gaff down

while you're sleeping,
you little Herberts.

I'll fucking cut you all.

Archie,
call the police.

This is ridiculous.

Piss off! Just piss off!

You're making
actual fucking threats, mate,

okay?

- Fuck off!
- Why on earth is that fucking funny?

Fuck off
back to Islington, go on!

Oh, yeah. I
tell you what, mate...

With your
Chelsea boots, you wanker!

My dad
was fucking born

just around the corner
near Potter's Bar.

Oh, blah,
fucking blah! Was he?

I don't give a shit.

Go on, you fucking
haircut! Get out of here.

Yeah, yeah, well,

at least I've got fucking
hair, you old bastard.

Oh, bollocks to you!

Midnight caller!

What's, uh, what's on your mind?

Please don't misread the hour
of this call as intimacy.

No, I never would.

I'm wide awake
and watching liberal media.

Hotel life.

Did you get
anywhere with Anna?

Eric is usually a
Plan A kinda guy,

but if he fails to
resuscitate Felim's interest,

we would look very
smart to everyone

if we had something
in our back pocket.

I think he's
doing his common entrance.

Westminster's number one choice,
but, forgotten about their city.

Not very academic.

Good. Watch your top spin...

The amount of drop-shots
you're playing against me

is a particular kind of cruelty.

What the fuck is this?

- You good to keep going?
- You cannot be serious!

Remember, I'm
eleven quid a minute.

Don't go easy on me.

Serve's good, actually.

You're just
over-rotating a little.

You risk damaging
your rotator cuff.

Is this your son?

How old do you think I am?

This man is thirty years
old, and I'm paying him.

Leo didn't show.

Am I supposed to
be charmed by this?

Sorry. I can imagine
what this looks like.

But, uh, you did say
where you were gonna be...

Okay. Can you not?

Because that's
borderline behavior.

You asked for
something material.

I'm bringing you
something material.

It's exactly the kind
of post-pandemic play

that you like.
Exciting intel. Edge.

You know, during the gold rush

all the gold miners
actually went bust?

People keep bringing
me these vaccine plays.

The gold, which is actually
not worth that much.

I'm interested in the
picks and the shovels.

The people who sold those,

they were the ones
who came out on top.

Yeah, this is a
pick-and-shovel play.

Rican Healthcare.

- Huge block. Discounted price.
- Hey, one minute.

Cool.

No longer has an anchor.

Let's make that you.

Is there a specialist interest?

Anna at FutureDawn.
Not yet confirmed.

But looks likely.
She already owns it.

Is looking to add.

Nobody's participating
without a specialist interest.

What's your boss say?

Uh...

Okay. Can I get
back to my lesson?

Or you got an ice-scraper
for my windshield

you wanna sell me?

Let's get back to it.

I'm meeting Mr. Hanani?

- He's right there.
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you for
agreeing to see me.

I'm glad I can still
soften your heart.

Well, you're my
father, aren't you?

This neo-classical art
deco pan-European thing...

very oppressive.

Reminds me of a time we
should all prefer to forget.

Have you ever sat in a room
and not had to analyze it?

It's funny.

You're observational about
everything but your family.

I know I have form
in this department

but since your mother and I are
finally legally separating...

Divorcing.

You're getting a divorce.
It's a different thing.

These milestone
events tend to focus the mind,

give pause, you know,

illuminate mistakes.

Do you remember, um,

there was one summer,

where we got a boat

and we went around the coast,

we stopped off for
the day in Positano

and you bought me
this little duck toy.

It was like a knock-off
Donald Duck toy thing.

And I just threw it
straight off the boat.

Fucking duck toy!
Yeah, I remember.

What you didn't know was

how catastrophically
hungover I was that day...

- No, I knew.
- Theresa...

hit her head and was in
the hospital that evening.

Midnight swimming. Dive
board. What a weekend.

German nanny. You were
too young to remember.

But you sailed right back round
and bought me another one.

Yeah.

I spoiled you.

I think that was the closest
I've ever felt to you.

Have you ever thought about

managing the family's
money through Pierpoint?

It's good to have
you back, Kenny.

Uh, thanks. It's, uh,
it's good to be back.

Now behave yourself.

Hilary, can I speak to you?

I'm going to be spending

a little bit more
time off the desk.

If my work materially suffers,
don't be afraid to tell me,

but I'm going to be exploring
my options in Wealth Management.

And I assume you're
fine with it.

They're not exactly...

I mean, they all seem a
bit superficial up there.

Don't you want a job
with a bit of substance?

We're moving people's
money around, Hilary.

No, no, no, no, no.

What I do...

is far more important than that.

Jordan Peterson
moves, you know?

Gets all his information
on a podcast,

lives at the gym, calls
himself one of them regulars.

Tough Mudder. Thinks running
10K is a personality.

I tell you who's
not making his bed.

- Any attractive woman.
- It's a present from my wife.

Hang on.

Let's level with one another.

We're all cunts, aren't we?

So let's just lean
into it, yeah?

Guys, if
you honestly think

this is the morning
for pleasantries...

Rob, you going to the meet?

Uh, nah.

I'm going to bell
Nicole at Mallon Mercer.

How did that go?

- She's a character.
- Hmm.

She sure is.

I'm gonna call her.

You said that already,
dude. You gotta do it.

Pretty open. Nice
and commercial.

I like it! Hustle
up for the meet.

They should hand out blindfolds.

Feels like we're all
going to the wall.

What do you have for me?

Buy dollar nokkie through me

pre the expected
deal announcement.

Well, that's
the worst-kept secret

in the market.

Okay, go for it. Go and buy it.

But what do you say?

I don't follow.

You say...

"Please."

Don't you?

- Do I?
- Yeah.

Yeah, you do.

- Please?
- Good boy.

Now buy it for me.

You know, this will
be the first trade

that I've booked under my name.

Well, what kind of person
would I be if I didn't drop

the ladder behind me?

Yeah, I suppose.

- Did you firm Felim up?
- I'm still working him.

Anna's unresponsive.
Brick wall.

I'm sure Felim's waiting
till the last minute

- to see if she participates.
- No.

No. It's not good enough.

We negotiated this
three-and-a-half-yard trade

at a ridiculously low
three-percent discount

because you assured us,

you had a concrete
home for the paper.

- He will call. Trust me.
- Yeah, all right.

But there was a time when I
would've taken that as gospel.

Look, I don't...

I don't deal in the subjunctive.

Conditional.

Conditional. Whatever
fucking tense that is, okay?

We open in 12 minutes.

My budget on this book
is a hundred million.

A hundred bars!

Okay, I'm simply not taking
a wash on half of that.

Losing fifty fucking
bars? No way.

I'm not being made
to look a cunt

because you guys can't
do the primary schoolwork

of placing stock.

- Rish, he's gonna call.
- Eric!

It's all right to act alpha
when we deliver alpha.

Okay, but this is cuck behavior.
And I do not like cuckoldry.

Okay. Okay. Look.

Let's operate from this basis.

Felim is out.
Anna's unresponsive.

Rishi is about to get hung
with a block of paper.

What's the strategy
if we leap from there?

Harper?

You're working on some
kind of insurance?

This should be good.

Nothing came of it.

Uh, what even was it?

Jesse Bloom.
Um, I met him.

And he said he
wanted more exposure

in the healthcare space.

Honestly, fuck this.
Fuck you. Fuck off.

If this hurts my compensation
or pushes me out the door,

I'm dragging you
all down with me.

Bunch of fuck faces!

Harper, maybe after you've
gotten through to Bloom,

you can try Bill Ackman next.

Or one of the Gettys.

In a situation as dicey as this,

let's try not to
waste time, okay?

We're collapsing
in the pre-market!

I don't have the lines
to hold this much size.

The bell rings in five minutes.
Get me a home for the paper!

- Felim's gonna call.
- He's not. Accept it.

I didn't know this desk
ran on blind faith.

It doesn't! I know
him. You don't.

- Okay.
- He's gonna call.

Four minutes!

I puke this paper
into the market,

eat the loss and never
forgive any of you.

- Rish...
- Who is it?

Unknown number.

Felim?

It's for you.

Hi, Harper.
It's Jesse Bloom.

Hi, Jesse.

I'm sick of commenting
on the direction of the wind.

Shall we make it blow?

I don't follow.

Let's find out how
essential you are.

What have you learned
about our friend Anna

and her interest?

Uh, I'm close. I'm close.
Do you mind holding?

Yas, I know, that I always say

that “this is a
matter of urgency”

but this really is
a matter of urgency.

I'm really sorry that I'm
always in such a rush with you

but I really need your help.

I need access to Anna. Now.

It's just a tickle, 99
percent sure it's not COVID.

Yasmin! Good
to hear from you.

- I miss having our natters.
- Same, same.

Let's book a phenomenal
comp night out soon.

Fine. But you
choose the place.

I never get these things right.

Look, I know you don't like

speaking to people
you don't know,

but I have Harper Stern
from Cross Product Sales

and I can vouch for her.

Will you give her
two ticks for me.

Tell her I'm busy.
She can have one tick max.

Anna's on.

You have no idea how
much I appreciate this.

It's just business, Harper.

Where are we?
Coffee's getting cold.

Yeah. Sorry. Sorry. Can
you just hold one sec.

- Anna, hi.
- Yep, quickly.

Fair warning. I'm not talking
about any imminent biz,

but happy to field
a quick question

as a favor to Yasmin.

Yes. We have a
mismatched FX trade

that my back office
is having trouble

getting in contact
with yours to confirm.

We booked Pierpoint
buys 250 mil quid

- at 136.62, value spot.
- Absolutely not.

The direction is right
but the notional is wrong.

I specifically bought
250 million dollars

which I intend to put to work.

Anna, I'm so sorry. False
alarm. Um, you are right.

Pierpoint did sell dollars
in your amount at that rate.

No problem.
These things happen.

Anna isn't in the book yet.
But she is buying at the open.

How can you be sure?

Her flagship fund is
sterling denominated,

and when she wants to buy a US
asset she has to raise the dollars.

She's going to use it to
buy the stock. Guaranteed.

Okay. How much stock
does your trader have now?

- And where is it?
- How much do you have

- and what's the offer?
- Harper!

If you click me out of a
phone call while executing,

you will never
hear from me again.

I'm stuck with 50 million.

The last trade price was 45.

I can sell you all 50
million at that price.

All right. Tell him I know
his order book is fucked

and the market
opens in 30 seconds.

I will take 50
million at 44, not 45.

- He's running you over.
- Rishi, he's 44 bid.

Forty-four? Is he mad?

This is the best
name in the sector.

And it's already at a
discount! My price is 45.

Tell him if he likes it so
much, he can fucking keep it.

He says if you like it so
much, then you can keep it.

"Fucking
keep it," I said!

He says if you like it so much
then you can fucking keep it.

He can have all 50 million
at 44 and three quarters.

- That's my final offer.
- How about this?

I'll buy 75 million. Not 50.

Seventy-five million
at 44 and a half.

Seventy-five million
at 44 and a half.

Seventy-five? I've only got
50! This will take me short.

- No, fuck that.
- Okay, Jesse, how about this.

Why don't we do 50 now,

and we'll leave a working order
for 25 more after the open?

That works.

Limit 44 and three quarters.

Twenty percent of the ADV.

Fifty million at 44
and three quarters.

Anraj, we got an order for
25 million more in the open.

I want you managing it.

Say less, squire.
It will be done, sir.

That's 50 million
at 44 and three quarters.

Yours.

Fifty million at 44 and
three quarters. Done.

Mine.

Who taught you to fish?

Hey! Really good shit!

Really good fucking
shit, Harper.

Eric, got
Felim on line one!

Tell him he's in a queue now
and his order will have to wait.