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No.

See you later.

Is the pool free?

Uh, one other lady. Soaking.

Oh. Not ideal.
Hell is other people, right?

That was
billionaire investor Jesse Bloom

talking at a digital conference
to private equity investors

and investment bankers
this week,

about his latest wager
on what he believes

will be a rough stretch
for American Corporations,

due to the economic hit
brought by the coronavirus...

Harp, you still on the line?

- Yeah.
- How many hours

are you spending away
from your rig?

Hey. What are we doing
about sales credits

on this Rican deal?

I just feel like
I've really kept

the relationship
with Felim ticking.

So, I was thinking
that we could go halves?

Trickle-down economics.

That presupposes
that I'm beneath you.

Let's discuss that tomorrow.
You need to come in.

Everyone's back in the office.

- I lost you.
- Yeah. Sorry,

it's super temperamental.

How many weeks' grace
have I given you,

while people have been trickling
back in?

- I'm not gonna keep asking.
- I...

You've been out long enough.

You know
that I'm better placed here.

It is better for me to be here,
I don't know that I can...

You're invisible where you are,
and trust me,

from tomorrow morning,
you don't want to be invisible.

What's tomorrow morning?

New York is sending over
some emissary.

What, to "spy" on us?

Usually they run it past me

when they add headcount
to my desk.

It doesn't smell good.

A year is too long
to be on your own.

Tomorrow please.

Floor eight.
Doors opening.

Hey.

Listen, I know...

Did you change your number?

I've had the same number
since I was nine.

Can't remember the last time
I pissed in public.

I'd advise
using one of the cubicles.

Germaphobe?

No.

Okay, look.
I just wanna be cordial.

I don't want any issue
that we have,

to affect our work.

We don't have an issue.

Welcome back.

Bitch.

Cunt.

This balding bureaucrat has made
zero dollars of profit...

Despite trading flows

and volumes booming,
I think we're still prudent

to lean out our operation,
while the going's good.

Cost cutting in good times is...
Is doubly wise to my mind,

and again, frankly,
we'll be looking

to subsume either New York CPS
into London CPS or vice versa.

Trading from home has shown us,
we can do more with less.

Sorry. Daniel Van Deventer.

My apologies.
Dan is an Executive Director,

joining you from CPS New York.

- New York by way of New Haven.
- Sorry. Uh, who subsumes who?

I've, uh, missed you, Eric.

Good to see you again, Danny,
but I'm talking

to your boss here.

Daniel's worryingly young
for someone I trust so much.

I'm telling you,
if... if you take the best minds

and mouths away from the point
of execution in London,

you are out of your mind.

The contrast between
our COVID-era profits

and the absolute hell
of mom-and-pop shops

on Main Street
couldn't be starker.

Now, it may be an idea,

to leave your Pierpoint insignia
gym bags behind

next time you go to whatever

black cod serving enclave
is now de rigueur.

So, the mothership wants us
to stay classy?

Just be considerate.

If you don't mind me asking,
how do we protect ourselves?

Might as well say
what you are all thinking.

Production. The people covering
the biggest accounts

and those bringing
in new clients.

Your worth at the firm
is who you know outside the firm

and how those relationships
are monetized.

Guys, this is just the reality.

We know we operate
as a team, right?

Fleet of boats on the same tide.

Okay. Oh, joy.

Okay, there he goes.

All right, team, I've got

bullying and harassment training
all day.

Hopefully,
I'll pick up some tips.

Really looking forward
with working with all of you.

Have a good day.

It took me a while
to find my feet,

before I got a bit more
established.

How've you found
your first few weeks

- on the desk?
- Oh, what I expected.

I just think of Foreign Exchange

as a bureau de change
with pretensions.

I actually applied
for the CPS desk.

It's got a good reputation
on the street.

Yeah, unfounded.

Joking, obviously.
It's a stellar team.

There is nothing more useless
than Rishi's daily update.

He's never knowingly correct
about the market.

CPS are living
on reputation alone.

Nobody knows who's driving
the car there anymore anyway.

No wonder New York
is on to them.

-Hope it doesn't affect us
-They're close-knit.

Yo! Does anyone know
what a fucking SPAC is?

One way of putting it.

Or you could just call them
a bag of cunts!

I think that word's
pretty unacceptable.

Unless you really love
the person, right?

So, Howard Stern.

You're welcome back
to the party. Not here.

Why were you late?

Oh, I was just hyping myself up.

Can you get me a coffee?
Only if you're getting one.

- Oh, I wasn't.
- You'll want one eventually.

- I can go out.
- Harper's getting me one.

Sure.

And, Bob,
don't think I've not noticed

you haven't made
a single outgoing call

since we've been back. I know,

you've been dealing
with incoming.

You're not just a catcher,
you're a pitcher.

You were in that meeting.

Look, breathe on your hand.

See?
You're alive after all.

I was just doing
my digest email.

Nobody...
Nobody reads that email.

It's getting denser
than Dostoyevsky. And less fun.

S&P up one percent.
Ten-year, boring. Dollar, lower.

A digest is meant
to be digestible!

Hello. Oh, you wanna speak
to the infamous Bob?

Putting you through now.
They wanna speak to Robert Ford.

That you?
The coward Robert Ford?

I'm not scared.

Go to the dormant client list

and call
the least active account.

Today.

- Hey. Who's sitting here?
- New York said keep it empty.

What, for the new stiff?

Hey, can we circle back
on that sales credit convo?

Hey, how about that coffee?

My parents got stuck

in Saint-Tropez. So
ensconced themselves

in some villa at
some inordinate price,

but I'm sure they are yet to
fully mentally contend with.

- The food is vile.
- Yeah, at 60 quid a crudité

at Cinquante Cinq,
it's hard to go wrong.

Personally, I'm
very proud of the fact

I went to two media-confirmed
super-spreader events

and managed not
to catch anything.

Ah, the blessings
of privilege. It's like a halo.

Yeah, it's better than any mask.

Oh, is that soy?

Yo, Stern, didn't you back
up Nicole at Mallon Mercer?

Honestly, don't waste your time.

Your buddy Yasmin's talking
to that fund outta Brevan.

Jump on and show him
you're a more sophisticated

touch point into our offering.

Are we stepping
across FX accounts?

Fleet of ships on the same tide?

Let's make sure
we're the biggest boat.

Are you worried that New
York is outperforming us?

Hook into that call
with FX. Today, please.

Is anyone here
young enough to give a fuck

about meme stocks?

'Cause people keep
asking me about 'em!

Look, Yas, this may be our last

professional phone call.

- Why is that?
- I'll explain more later.

Yeah, I know it's a bit rogue
to have a party on a weeknight,

but a career doesn't
blow up every day.

Hi, Maxim, this is Harper
Stern from Cross Product.

I
Just wanted to let you know that, um,

we are very much
here, if you need any flow

or color-slash-currency
ideas from the CPS end.

Uh, no.
But I shouldn't be surprised.

Maxim, as you know,

the layup trade over
the past 12 months

has been selling
the dollar and...

And?

And...

And?

- Can I help you?
- Did I do something funny?

No. But, uh...

I'm amused.

I'm sorry, do we have
a fucking problem?

Uh, Harper, I think about you

less than I think
about climate change.

Actually, do you
want a guided tour

of your irrelevancy to me?

Yeah? Okay, let's do that.

My problem is that
we've had an empty seat

on this fucking desk, since
the rest of us came back.

Now, I'm glad
you've had the shame

to execute through other traders
during your extended vacay.

Does that mean when I
ask you for a price now,

you're not gonna
give me a price?

Fuck no, that privilege
is reserved for people

who actually fucking
work here, Harper.

I put in 12-hour days.

Drifting around a hotel
suite, brewing coffee,

and attacking yourself
does not make a job of work.

You're only God in your own head

because none of
us see it on the tape.

None of it is monetized.

You gonna let him
talk to me like that?

Go on, run to Daddy.

Let him? I'm not your keeper.

I shouldn't have to
listen in to your calls

to make sure you
can do your job.

Well, maybe I'm
your fucking keeper.

- We should remember that.
- Okay.

Off the desk, right now.

Oh, they're off

for another one of
their secret powwows.

Like some Jeremy
Kyle level shit.

The truth is you
can only really appreciate...

It's kind of an unwritten rule

that the grad gets
lunch for the desk in FX.

Since when?

Sorry, I should have warned you.

Don't worry, you'll get
used to dimming your light.

I just don't think that's
what I'm here to do.

It sets a precedent.

Jackie, do you need help
backing up any of your accounts?

Venetia, so, let me tell
you something for free.

Um, you need to get
everyone on side early.

There is a system.

Please be cognizant

of the potential droplet area.

I don't think it's appropriate

that the junior person on
the desk get the lunches.

All right.

I think it's important we try
and break the cycle. Don't you?

Yeah, absolutely.

I actually have a friend
from Merton who just started at Millennium.

I don't think your
taking care of yourself.

How is that your business?

When it's literally my
business, that's how.

I told you this worked
better when I was at home.

You were rotting in that room.

Rishi's phrasing's uncouth,

but the person I've
been speaking to

over the phone, on
Zoom, whatever the fuck,

isn't who I hired.

You're passive, you're
sloppy. New York will notice.

They can't not with
new eyes on the desk.

As much as we do
this job over the phone,

there's no substitute for
being up in a client's face,

up in a trader's face, seeing
the whites of their eyes.

The bit that makes sense,
about this job, is living it.

So, you can go back to
the hotel, opt out of life.

Or be the Harper I know. The
Harper who bangs on doors.

Man, why are you
preaching to me like this?

You need to work
on your fucking anger.

And bury the hatchet
with Rish, please.

Sure. Happy fucking families.

- Can I have a second?
- Yeah.

Look, I need you to
do something for me.

The firm now offers an...

for...

issues...

mood.

The more mental
side of your health.

Since we all came back.

I know you don't
think that I need that.

It would behoove
us for you to go.

It would behoove us?
Why...

Why are you talking
to me like that?

What difference does it
make, if it's corporate diktat

or if I actually care?
I'm your manager.

- I'm managing you.
- So, you're covering your ass?

Sorry.

Have you ever gone
to speak to them?

Third floor. I'm told
it's all confidential.

Can't we make
do on a bit of Fat Les?

All right, fine.

You have to make sure your
dad doesn't do his sub-UKIP

"amusing Indian
voice" in the speech.

I'm
teasing... I'm teasing you.

All right. Love you. Bye.

'Night.

He's engaged.

Distracted.

You should come to
his engagement drinks.

- He told me to invite you.
- No, he didn't.

- You don't have to lie to me.
- Well, you work here,

and they're effectively
team drinks, so.

Plus, you need to meet his bird.

Okay, what are we
talking about here?

- Posh enough to podcast.
- Ooh, tell me more.

Or don't. No, do.

It's like one of those podcasts

that tells other upper
middle-class women,

- what to read and...
- How to feel.

Right.

All right, fuck
it. Maybe I'll go.

But, like, from an
anthropological perspective.

Yeah, sure. It's the right idea.

I can't believe that
you neglected to tell me

that fucking Rishi is engaged.

What do we think, two-gram line

or one gram line?

Twice midweek. Largie.

- It's never all for me.
- New post code.

A friend's party.

Oh, sorry, this... This
isn't a cab.

I should hope not.

I really hope you're here
for the same reason I am.

This is as close
as I come south of for one.

Oh, I don't blame you.
I'm about to Captain Cook

it over Waterloo Bridge myself.

I'm headed that way.

Maybe we should
operate a buddy system?

You've seen that film,
The Descent? No?

Uh, can I get one on tick?

Actually, who fucking
carries cash these days?

- Just gone cashless.
- Oh, amazing.

Well, uh, put hers on
mine. It's just easier.

Thank you.

Something to get
through a work night.

I might meet a client.
Selling myself as always.

I'm not stalking
you, I'm really not.

Technically, you
got into my car.

How do you know Maxim?

He's introduced
me to a lot of clients.

What kind of clients?

A lot of people here
use my services.

Services?

Well, that's one way
to mourn a career.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.

I'm sure I'll
bump into you again, huh?

Oh, Yasmin, estás aquí!

- Hola.
- Hola.

Glad you could make it.

Maxim, what is all of this for?

Oh, my beloved Silver
Kite has blown up!

My fund is no more!

And yes, that means
you've lost your largest client.

Right.

Wow.

I guess this means the
world really is ending.

Oh, it's already ended.

So, tonight, we're gonna
give it a fucking good nudge.

Grab the moment, it's been
a long year, but still peng.

You twat.

Are you close?

Do you want me to be
louder or something?

You're
nothing like your profile.

Are you in recovery
or something?

Sober dates are basically
corporal punishment.

Does that happen a lot?

- It wasn't you.
- I didn't think it was.

Can you get me an Uber?

I think I deserve
a Lux, actually.

This feels transgressive
for a work-night.

But I just lost my
biggest client, so fuck it.

This basically is my job.
You know, entertaining.

Look, I really don't want
this to sound like an insult.

Because, honestly,
it's a compliment. I...

It's probably a million
times more interesting

than what I do for a
living. So, um...

But I just feel
like I have to ask.

- What's it like?
- Uh.

You know, doing...

being, um...

a sex worker, right? Sex
pro... sex professional?

Um, I'll tell you
what my job is like,

if you tell me
why you're so sure

yours isn't as interesting.

Oh, well, um... I
work in a bank.

Something called
Foreign Exchange Sales,

it's about as sexy as
it sounds. At Pierpoint.

So, um,

what are your clients like?

You know, they are
high net worth individuals.

- Families?
- Uh-huh.

Families! Wow.

Oh, my God. I
fucking love this song.

I was behind the decks

when Solomon
dropped it at Boneca.

Do you want to dance with me?

What, the Goldman CEO?

I overdid it.

Oh, God, I am
getting too old for this.

No such thing.

But I am so glad you two,
beautiful women connected.

That was always my intention.

- You two ever crossed at work?
- Excuse me?

Celeste is an MD at Pierpoint.
Private Wealth Management.

I look after
high net worth individuals.

Wealthy people who don't
know what to do with their money.

Not professional investors
like you're used to.

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. Uh...

Don't worry.

It was just too much
fun playing with you.

This is Yasmin Kara-Hanani.

Fuck, fuck. The
publishing heiress.

Oh, God. Don't call me that.

That's what Tatler used
to call me.

Yeah, well I've unsubscribed.

I've been trying
to lure your father

into Pierpoint for years.

Yeah, well, no dice.
My family's been managing

her family's money
for generations.

Oh, well. If you ever
fancy a change of scene,

I'm on the twelfth floor.

- Bonne nuit, vous deux.
- Bonne nuit.

You know I now work for you?

Yeah, I've gone
to work for Papa.

Managing your father's money.

Your money.

You're not supposed to
fuck people who work for you.

Are you coming onto me?

Well, the thing is...

everyone else who's
interesting has left.

Come on.

Hi. This is well done,
I ordered medium.

We're not allowed
to serve medium

in the City of Westminster.

Since when?

Are you new?

What kind of service is that?
What kind of service is that?

I think that's mine.
Um, well done.

I... I mean, the meat, not
your performance, um...

Can we get her
another one. And me too.

Um, personally I don't like
to bite down and taste blood

but there's no
accounting for taste.

Even more deceased
than that if you can swing it.

There is something
undeniably comforting

about the dependability
of a four-star chain hotel.

Cookie-cutter burger,
piss-water beer.

You know where you are.

Hmm. And where's that, 1985?

Okay.

- It grounds me.
- Hmm.

Yeah. It's low-key.

Anonymous?

And why would I want that?

I don't know.

You know what they say about...

flying close to the sun,
gives off a lovely light.

Yeah. Well...

sometimes it's nice
to just disappear.

Can I get another
beer, please? Thank you.

I'll have another, too.

I drink too much
when I'm in the UK.

Why not? National pastime.

I've just moved here.

Got a 19-year-old who refuses
to go to college in the US.

He's, um, he's a
bit of a stranger.

I don't know why
I'm telling you that.

Uh, if not me, then who?

Put hers on my room.

Oh, no, no, no. No,
I got it, thank you.

Stuck in limbo.
What's your excuse?

Hmm.

- Purgatory.
- Hmm.

My advice, don't wait
for others to pray for you.

I feel a bit dirty.

Don't overthink it. I
have literally never

thought about it before tonight.

You know, I don't get why
you're not more successful

at work.

You should be more like this.

What? Nude?

No, comfortable.

Trauma. I guess.

Yeah.

I thought I was doing
all right, but, um,

- today's been a bit weird.
- What do you make of Celeste?

Yeah, I know I can't help you
directly in your career anymore,

but I thought I'd grease
the wheels with a connect.

In case you ever think
of an internal move.

I don't need you to daddy me.

Your daddy doesn't
even daddy you.

Let's not tell our mothers.

What do you know
about Jesse Bloom?

Mr. COVID?

Just moved to London.

He did better out
of this disaster

than any man on earth.

He bought a wedge
of CDS insurance

before real pandemic hysteria.

Went on CNBC,
predicted the apocalypse,

made the market tank,
made his CDS double.

Sold his CDS.

Reinvested four fucking
yards in blue chip equities,

at bargain basement prices.
That was the Ackman trade.

No, that was the Bloom trade.

Ackman followed him into it.

Checkered reputation.

What do you think Bloom
paid in premiums to hold it?

Guess around, 30
million dollars to Goldman.

Imagine if that had been you.

Floor eight. Doors opening.

You know the theory
about the giant squid?

That it really exists?

It... it does?

Have... have you had a
chance to get to the third floor,

to Pierpoint services?

I don't see how that's
any of your business.

No, I love
Eric, he fucking hired me.

But the guys who
act the most infallible

are usually the most fallible.

Hmm. Poster boy
thinks he's a made man now.

Wasn't expecting them to
send someone so young.

Eric, buddy!

Oh, man, a fresh
start across the pond.

Hey, the white hair,
it... It really suits you.

It wasn't a choice.

I'm surprised they haven't
lovingly bumped you upstairs yet.

A corner office is a coffin.

True.

Oh, hey. Uh, Daniel
Van Deventer.

My friends call
me DVD or Blu-ray.

Sorry, lame joke, but hopefully,

not irrefutable
grounds for crucifixion.

No, but addressing my
soldiers without me is.

Oh, so what does that
make me, like a capo?

Yeah, and I'm
capo di tutti capi.

Boss of all bosses.

I figure that's Adler.
Which is why I'm here.

Uh, look, this merger.

Sounds like an attempt
to juniorize London.

What are you, Gary Glitter?
'Cause to my knowledge,

I'm not a 12-year-old Thai girl.

Look, um,

nobody's keeping a rap sheet.
But we, uh, well, we could say

most consider London an
overnight execution desk

for the US.

And we could say Brexit
makes the Frankfurt office

more relevant now.

And, uh, well,
we also could say,

London drinks too much
and leaves too early.

But none of us are saying that.

Nobody's made a decision yet.

It could be New York
or it could be London.

Can we guarantee our safety?

Funny enough, dude,

you pick up the
phone, and you dial.

It's the usual. Right?
Since time immemorial.

We need to produce.

Starts with Rican
Healthcare this week.

That's my block. My client.

Hey, Eric, I'm, uh,
glad you got Felim back.

Harp, we've got breakfast
with Felim tomorrow,

to make sure he doesn't
have any last-minute shakiness,

about anchoring the Rican deal.

Does anyone at Pierpoint have
a relationship with Jesse Bloom?

Does anyone cover
him on the street?

You truly have taken
leave of your faculties.

You'll be taking a KFC
to Raoul Moat next.

Moaty, it's Harper!

He's, uh, he's uncoverable.
Nobody even knows where he is.

Oh, shit. I've got a meeting
with BlackRock. Eric!

You look like George
Clooney, man, great.

Fair.

Jesse Bloom just
moved to London.

George Clooney looks like me.

Felim, you're
getting Rican at a discount.

So the upside, we can
sell quickly at a premium.

And Dooling is saying

it's a potential
acquisition target.

When was the last
time you lost money trading

a block with me?

- Hello?
- Nicole.

Hi. It's Robert
Spearing from Pierpoint.

What could anyone
from that institution possibly want?

Uh... uh, to talk
markets, the old game.

You feeling bulled up,
or is the old bear rousing

from her slumber?

Sorry, why are
you talking like a cunt?

Yeah, I'm in the habit
of avoiding people

who talk like cunts.

Yet life's made a habit
of throwing them my way.

Sorry, I... Sorry, who are you?

Robert. Spearing. Your
new broker at Pierpoint.

Right, okay, my
broker isn't pompous enough

to tell me his surname

like it's already worth
something to me.

Yes. I agree.

Um...

Uh, that was quite, uh,
quite risible from my side.

Quite what?

Qui... Um...

Quite... quite risible?

Yeah, okay.
Look, why don't you call me

when you know who you
are and who you're talking to.

I'm quietly disturbed
by how glad I am to see you.

Oh, it's good to see you too.

It is... it's good to be back.

- Psychopath.
- Absolutely.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

How are you,
you all right? Yeah?

Yeah, not too
bad. Not too bad. Yourself?

Yeah, good.
Good to be back.

Good to be here. Um, thank you.

I have got about 10,000
client requests already.

You can never
really leave, can ya?

"I knew myself only
after I destroyed myself.

And only in the
process of fixing myself,

did I know who I really was."

They said you
might not come back.

In recovery, they teach
you the blander the platitude,

the sharper the
truth it reveals.

Obviously, "I'm sorry" is
implicit in what I'm saying,

but I just wanted to thank
you for your small part

that you played, in
helping me see who I was.

This doesn't feel like an
appropriate setting for this.

Well, I can't exactly take you
for a drink, can I?

Are you...
Are you feeling okay?

Yeah, why?

It's just you look like
you had a big night.

Take it from me.
Help is hard to ask for,

but when you do, it...

it'll change your life.

I'm here to talk.

It's so
great to meet you finally.

Ah, the brilliant new grad!
Heard loads about you.

- Welcome back.
- Thank you very much.

Venetia, I'm ready
to hear your idea.

Um, can we do it in ten?

No, no time like
the present. Start.

I like the idea of selling
dollar Brazil at these levels.

Dollar-ladyboy. Why?

It's a stellar catch-up trade

if you missed
the dollar sell-off.

It lagged because the
virus ravaged Brazil,

the political response
was Trump-level appalling.

Also, hefty appetite
for emerging markets.

The Pfizer vaccine
has to be kept

at subzero temperatures.

It's not a suitable climate
for a speedy rollout.

Well, actually, they're
using AstraZeneca.

So?

What
do you mean, "So?"

It... it's implicit
in what I said.

It doesn't have the
same limitations.

Nothing's fucking implicit
about you, actually.

So, just be clearer next time.

Thank you for your time.

Rob, you look like
the sort of goofy wanker

who buys NFTs! Any color?

Jesus.

When did you become the
resident pussy-breaker in chief?

Come on.

You're better than that.

What I love about Roxane Gay

is that she's
really authoritative

in writing, you know, the Other.

But then, she's not
above doing 10,000 words

on, like, Biggie Smalls.

I feel like my life's
incomplete if I don't have

her take on everything.

Have you ever read
any Ta-Nehisi Coates?

You know, he does comics now!

Where have you been
hiding this girl? She's fantastic.

I don't know, why
don't you ask her?

- You picked well.
- Did I?

Cheers. I like a
homely posh bird.

What the fuck do
you mean, "homely"?

You know, posh,
horsey, cut-glass accent.

Every time we bang,

I can hear my
ancestors cheering.

Hmm, reverse colonization, huh?

We're all having dinner, okay?

Uh, maybe next pandemic.

Read Between the World and Me!

Don't fucking talk to her.

What? She
seems like a very lovely girl.

Oh my God! Hi!

Who invited you?

Yeah, I'm doing a rotation

from wherever the client
who trained with Rishi is.

What are you on about?

I'm a size lord,
you fucking idiot.

Do you think the
tone that you take with me

is grounds for some
kind of tribunal?

Bullying has been eradicated

from the culture!

I've got a bit left from
last night if you fancy it.

Blow.

You want a bit of rough
there, do ya?

- I'm all right.
- Oh, God. Don't tell me

you've found Jesus?

Nah, it's nothing
as sexy as that.

I just feel like I've
struck out three times

and I'm still playing
somehow, so, you know.

Forgive me if I leave you to it.

And I'm not making a
big statement or anything.

I'm just... leaving.

- Have a good night.
- Mm-hmm.

Ask anyone at Imperial.
Because if there's nonsense

going on, they will be specked.

Oh, sorry.
Um...

Looks like we've entered
that point of the night,

where everyone
is sort of talking

at and near each other,
rather than to each other.

Yeah.

At least this makes
me feel like I'm here.

Well, yeah, for better or worse,
we're here.

I thought a lot about you.
You know, while I was out.

Yeah.

Yeah. I've been
busy and, you know.

People have moved on.

Great.

My bad for assuming that
you thought about anybody

- other than yourself.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You really needed
to say that, didn't you?

Frankly, Harper, I
don't have the energy

to listen to your
fucking whining,

your bullshit, your
rationalizations.

I'm over it.

You're a black hole.

I'm a what?

There are radiators
and there are drains.

- You're a drain.
- I'm a fucking drain?

Yas, literally,
everything you have,

you have you've taken
from somewhere else.

- None of it belongs to you...
- Okay. Goodbye, Harper.

Good luck finding
someone to love you.

- Yeah?
- Okay.

God, that
girl's such a fucking bitch.

What the fuck!

Hi, mate. Uh, Juno
Hotel, please. Ta.

Can't we go to
your place instead?

What is wrong with you? Oh...

That's my buddy right there!

- She good?
- Yeah. She'll be fine.

Put me to bed, Daddy?

Just so you know,
I'm right here.

Fuck off, I'm her mate.

- Take your fucking suit off.
- No, no, no. No.

No. No.

Take your fucking suit off.

I need you to help me.

- You love how I suck your dick.
- Not tonight.

Dude, I really need this.

Hmm.

I'll do all the work.

You're such a little bitch.

Fucking... toy bitch,
for bitches like Yasmin.

You don't even come any more.

What are you, like,
jerking off before we fuck?

What kind of a man are you?

Oh, fuck...

Join me.

- How are you feeling?
- Fine, thanks.

Why don't we cut the shit?

You've known who
I am the whole time.

Did you Google
"COVID crocodile tears"?

You are the top hit.

- Hmm.
- Harper Stern.

I work in cross-product
sales at Pierpoint.

- I work for Eric Tao.
- Hmm.

I love how you say that like
I'm supposed to know him.

The only famous salesman's Willy Loman.

I'm off to one of those
tedious Q&As.

At the bulge bracket townhall

on the trading landscape
post-pandemic.

Let me guess. "We are optimistic
for equity markets,

risk assets,
and indeed the economy."

- Mm-hmm.
- Useless.

Hard concur.

I'm just gonna wear a T-shirt
that says

"Past performance
does not guarantee

future results."

Well, I'm gonna be late
to a client breakfast,

otherwise I would be there.

When you went on TV,
were you genuinely worried

about the pandemic
or were you just...

- Talking my book?
- Flying too close to the sun.

Imagine if I ever told some
salesperson the answer to that.

Do you have
sales coverage in London yet?

If you decide to skip breakfast,

you know where I am.

Hey, Jesse.

You ever heard that joke?

Two lonely Americans
meet in a bar.

I'm watching you.

That all sounds good.

Yeah, and cheers.
Thanks for the coffee.

- I'll catch up inside.
- Yeah, sure.

I, uh, heard about Silver Kite.

It's always harder
losing a client

when you have
a personal relationship.

We will find a way

to cover the short fall
in commission.

Keep New York at bay, you know.

Yeah, I'm sure
you don't need my help,

but, look, I've had a ton on,
you know, since my reintegration

and I could use help
with my accounts.

I've actually got quite
a few "narpy" ones,

am I using that right?

Anyway, a life raft,
if you need it.

- Hello?
- Nicole. Hi, uh, it's Rob

from Pierpoint again. Um...

Listen...

you're gonna have
to bear with me.

All right?
'Cause I'm very fucking nervous

and I really don't know
what I'm doing.

- Go on.
- Well...

Well, to be honest...
this is my last-ditch attempt

to actually do my job,
which, apparently, to my terror,

means making more than one
outgoing call a day.

To people who either
definitely know more than me

or have just been bred
to think they know more than me.

Well, that's a start.

I didn't know
what excuse to give my desk.

We don't make excuses up here.

Sit.

Is she usually late?

Nope. Well, things happen.

Things happen.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please give a big hand

for my guest, Jesse Bloom.

Hi.

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