All language subtitles for Industry S02E04 1080p

You have one new message.

Eric, hi.
Me again. Uh, it's DVD.

Hey, I... I hope you enjoyed
your two weeks' vacation. I...

I... I haven't been able
to get a hold of you but I...

I just wanted to let you know
that I've spoken to Bill,

he's all good with me handling

annual compensation
conversations

tomorrow in your stead.

And I'll... I'll make sure
we get you paid

when you're back on Monday.
Okay?

Okay, uh, cheers.
Oh, by the way,

the bonus pool is down
on the year,

but we can get into that
when you're back.

Okay, cheers.

- What are you doing?
- Gardening.

You've burnt the meat.

Shit!

- Hey.
- You all right?

- Thank you.
- Okay.

When are you going back to work?

Why? Don't you like having me
around?

It's fine.

- "It's fine"?
- It's good.

It's good.

Because you're a third year
it's mandatory

to cap you at 225 total comp.

The desk is down overall,
but you're up

almost 100 percent year on year.

Since Jesse joined, I've printed
25 million for the firm.

You know, take it from me,

as someone who's been paid
at the top of the band

every year
since I was an analyst like you,

the band always felt
like a brick wall.

Pay me like the superstar I am,
bitch.

Look, there really is a cap.

So promote me.

All right. Shall we put a dent
in the paycheck

with some overpriced pints?

O... or we could hit up
All Bar One?

And it really pops off in there.

Uh, I've... I've got dinner
with Jesse tonight.

Oh.

And my Black at Wharton
group chat

don't believe
we're covering him.

I'd get a real kick
out of telling them

I watched him eat a steak
up close.

He's a pretty private person.

Well, it's good,
we keep it intimate then.

Come on.

Let me meet the man
who doesn't take meetings.

- Sure.
- Yeah?

As long as I lead.

Why are you so territorial?

This feels strange though,
not coming from Eric.

Sidelining me is one thing.

Paying my guys down
when they've gotten

through this hell year
so well, that...

that's unacceptable to me.

Are you sure you don't wanna sit
this one out?

I pay my team.

Not some fucking kid
who owes me his career.

You don't just get to hand out
the checks,

that's a privilege
that you earn.

Is Danny that handsome Black kid
from Connecticut?

He was a sweetie.

Would we call him handsome?

It's not like we need
anything else.

These are formative years
for our girls.

They need you at home.

Do not insinuate
what I think you're insinuating.

I'm as motivated and fresh
as I've ever been.

I have to do this face to face.

So...

obviously in preparation

for moving my family's funds
over to Pierpoint,

our team here need access
to historical accounts.

Electronic is fine.
Preferable actually.

- Your team? You moved over then?
- No, not officially,

but I kinda feel like

this is some sort
of practical interview.

You're gonna have to
get a cab now, okay?

I don't think
this is the right time.

Honestly. The last thing
your father needs

is any kind of instability
or lack of visibility

about where his money is.

Okay. With respect...

I think, I'm in more
of a position to decide

what's best
for my family's money.

I don't need to tell you
how naïve that is.

It's a planet-sized conflict
of interest.

A key tenet of smart investing

is that it should
be emotionless.

Forgive me
for getting personal...

but we both know your father's
in the midst of a divorce.

And as someone that's actually,
deeply across this stuff,

now is the time for him
to stay as liquid as possible.

Is there a liquidity issue?

Can you just trust me?

Thanks for doing
all my thankless admin.

I... I know you've got that
preliminary anti-trust meet

for the Health Select Committee.

- Hmm.
- I created some talking points

on OneMedical, Rican, FastAide,
Lantum.

Uh, great initiative,

but I don't need you doing
that for now.

Oh, maybe I could sit in on one
of the sessions?

Where's that woman, eh?

Fuck, not this nutter again.
Just hold the fort here.

I know this doesn't seem like
the most glamorous work,

but we like our constituents
to know

that they have the ear
of their MP.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait.

I need to see her now.

I'm afraid you'll
have to come back tomorrow, sir.

Some pricks learn
to love having the Tory boot

on their throat
after so many years, yeah.

They grow accustomed to it.

Me, ah, do I look like
a bootlicker, eh?

No. No, you don't. Not at all.

Someone's been leaving shit
outside my house as a threat.

I come here
and nothing gets done.

Your boss is never here.

I'm a fucking constituent.

This is the constituency office.
Isn't it?

I want the elected official,
not mini-me.

I would ask someone to look
into it,

but it's like pissing up
a wall, isn't it?

Hey. So, here you are.

Enjoy that,
you Maggie loving cunt!

Do you think he votes Labour?

I love the design
of vintage Hanani classics.

With the fuchsia spines.
I used to love those.

I really don't like the look
of the new stuff.

You know, they've done
that high fashion thing

of making everything sans serif.

I don't think my dad's across
those kind of decisions

- anymore.
- No. Of course, not.

I guess when they sold
it cheap to KKR,

they relinquished
all creative control?

I'm actually having a bit
of trouble, um,

wrangling Maxim
for the due diligence.

Let me guess.

You stopped sleeping with him
and now he's pouting?

Fragile male ego.

It was good of your father
to invite me.

I invited you.

I don't like this club
But I'm here to game

I don't like these jeans
But they're Cheap Monday...

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Ça va?
- Oui, ça va. Et toi?

- Bien.
- Uh, where's my father?

Papa got tickets to Rigoletto
last minute, invited him.

I'm gonna let you two catch up.

- Rigoletto.
- Rigoletto.

Just double checking.

We don't have an issue...

- do we?
- Why would we have an issue?

Okay. So...

why are you being so obtuse
with me

when it comes to my family?

Did you know we have nothing
to do with this anymore?

Of course, I did.

Why does nobody
fucking communicate with me?

People want to protect you,
Yasmin.

I don't need that paternalistic
fucking bullshit.

Oh, God. I thought you
were mature enough

to let us fucking go.
We fucked twice.

You hold it over my head

like I fucking owe you
something.

Are you fucking high?

I just wanna know
where my family's money is.

You want a list?

It's a mishmash
of diversification,

gaudy condos in Miami,

some two-bit fucking hotel chain
in Helsinki,

a rapeseed oil renewable energy
start-up in Gdansk.

The Hanani name?
Well, you have nothing to do

with the publishing house
anymore.

Just speak to your father.

I saw you speaking to Maxim?

Did he acquiesce?

Yeah, it's all sorted.

Pick it up.

Pick the lighter up.

Merci.

FastAide is
the traditional brick

and mortar physical pharmacy,
right?

Oh yeah, sure,
like, uh, Walgreens,

an eyesore on every corner.

And we know behemoths
like Amazon and Apple

are looking to consolidate
in the healthcare space,

and part of that is via circling
these slow death,

high street retail spaces
with nosebleed short bases.

Now, the biggest issue
facing telemedicine

is the last mile of care.
The pipeline of people

needing annual booster shots
is endless,

and you can't get a shot online.

Not yet. Until iPhone gets
that retractable syringe.

Only so many times

you can upgrade
a fucking camera, right?

Uh, but for now, you need
a physical location.

Yeah.

- What's your take on this?
- It's compelling.

Uh, but slightly reductive,

in the sense that the bull case
is what, that it's...

an acquisition target?

I still think Rican
is the telemedicine play

and you could not be
better positioned for it now.

But, as you say,
Jesse already owns that.

It's compelling
and I gotta concede

you're oddly watchable.

I feel like I'm talking
to a young congressman.

Well, thank you, guys.

It's been a long time
since I've been

- in a real city boy pub.
- Try the steak and kidney pie.

Mm. Yeah.

I got dinner actually.

- Oh, I thought this was dinner.
- Well, Leo had a window

on short notice. So...

- Let's...
- Anyways,

- good to see you guys.
- Yeah, let's do this again.

Hmm.

- Thanks.
- All right. Thanks man.

You got it.

- All right, see ya.
- Bye.

I hope that gets you your clout
for your group chat.

Hundred percent.

No. Stop, stop, stop. Stop.

This is a lot.

I don't usually let people
in here.

Where?

Definitely not there.

No. Don't, don't, don't.

You don't wanna see
this old bag of spanners.

Actually, yeah, you're right.

Ah! You bastard.

Ah, softer.

Yeah.

Yeah, like that.

I bet your other girls
actually let you fuck them.

What other girls?

By the way...

our best idea this morning
was long FastAide.

FastAide Chemist Group.

We like it as a buy.

What?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What's next?

I'm going home.

My wife has me
on a midnight curfew, mid-week.

Yeah.

- Excrement, yeah.
-

Dog shit.

Whose dog shit?

Maybe I should call in a favor
with Phil Boon?

Send it off for forensics.

- Isn't he a gynecologist?
- Retrained as a vet.

I just, like, don't understand
how someone

as well educated as you
is, like, satisfied doing that?

What, helping people?

Because that's why you got
into it. Helping people. Mm.

Do your parents know
what you're doing?

I can't imagine them
co-signing this?

My parents
still think I'm at Pierpoint.

Mr. Sackey.
I'm ready to be evaluated.

Are you still here?

I left briefly for FaceTime

with Jesse and to get supplies.

I weirdly love that kid.

Okay.
I'm just gonna say this,

and I'm not trying to tell you
like, what to do with your body,

but please bear in mind
who introduced you to that kid,

and...

how your actions
might reflect back on me.

Would we refer to him
as a child?

- Yes.
- Look, mate, if he's legal...

- go with God.
- I'm with God.

I go. I'm going. I'm going now.

Oh, my gosh.

So what did you make
of all that?

The dick wants what
the dick wants. Sadly.

Amen.

Fucking hell.

That's all you, babe.

Your neighbor that looks
like Jonah Hill let me in.

- Can I get a glass?
- Yeah.

Two secs, I need to piss like
a fucking racehorse.

- Hey, I'm gonna kick.
- Please don't, please don't.

Can you just stay
for a like a sec?

This is fucking awkward.

Mate, she's got needs
that I can't meet.

- Good celebration, yeah?
- Hmm.

I thought they paid me well,
but then I forgot

- who my competition was.
- They paid you well?

Why is that a surprise?

I just heard the desk
is down overall,

but it's good
that you're doing well.

Yeah, Nicole really is

- one of one.
- Hmm.

The other day, she gave me
a director's commentary

of every punter in Hakkasan.
She's a funny fucker.

Well, I'm glad she's keeping
it professional.

What do you mean?

Oh, no, no. I... it's nothing.
It's nothing really.

She just, um...

we had like a moment. Um...

What kind of moment?
Like... like a moment with you?

No, it's not a big deal.
She just got a little...

She gets what she wants.

She's Nicole, right? She's fine.

Okay, uh, night.

Sorry, sorry.

I'm unduly stressed
about something

that shouldn't be causing
me stress.

You mean that nutcase?

Why the fuck?

Because it's my fucking job?

I don't wanna just pay
lip service to it.

I haven't worked in a year.

Well, fine then.
Shall we...

go back into the office?

Do a taste test?

Mm. How do you even know
it's a dog, hmm?

South London, innit?

Might be a fox.

Speaking of lip service.

Do you mind?

I hate doing it in the loo.

We are celebrating.

- Are we?
- We got paid?

Yes. Yes.

Of course, we did.

Pocket money, right?

Barely touches the sides.

I'm kidding.

Yeah.

I'm weirdly not.

I didn't think about money once
during the year out. Not once.

Okay, if you thought
that I was gonna

absolve you of whatever

rich white-passing guilt
you may have...

No. I'm not doing that.

I don't feel guilty.

Not anymore than I usually do
when I... wake up.

I spent COVID

going from enormous kitchen
to enormous kitchen,

seshing and not once did I think
about money...

and then I became obsessed

with finding the perfect
white pajamas, right?

So on one tab, there'd be
these fucking pajamas,

and the other tab,

it would be these images
of piles of bodies in New York.

You know, the economy,
all that shit,

all through a fucking screen.
So I'd cycle through them,

you know.

I was too fucked to sleep
and then...

And then I'd buy these pajamas
in four or five sizes,

and the returns would be
all marked up

for my convenience.
I still have every single pair.

The ones that fit made me feel
really fucking good for a bit.

And the worst part is,

I think it was the best
fucking summer of my life.

All I had to worry
about was pajamas.

Why did you come here, Yas?

If you wanted to talk at someone
you could have gone to a bar.

- Or...
- God, you're so fucking cynical.

Do you ever wonder
where you'd be without money?

I know exactly where I'd be
without money.

I'm gonna get you some water.
Please drink it.

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want

This is what you get...

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get...

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get

This is what you want
This is what you get...

Eric, I heard you
were in the building

before you stepped
through the door.

Glad to hear
my name still precedes me.

The Terminator!
Notorious.

How's, uh, how's Candice?

It's relentless.

Listen, uh,

I've got a mini emergency.
James Gorman wants a powwow

with the street-wide heads
of FICC.

- A meeting of the five families.
- The food'll be worse.

Morgan Stanley calling
the shots.

A cold day in hell.
Slaves to the Japanese.

We bomb them,
they buy our banks.

- The world turns.
- Bill, I came all the way here.

I'd make time for you
at the drop of a hat

and knowing you,
I can't envisage

what I need to say taking
longer than 20 minutes.

Listen, I can clear a full day
for you tomorrow.

Chris can set you up
in an office.

- After you.
- Actually...

I got a surprise for you.
Oh, you're gonna love this.

Come on!

So, I, uh, thought you'd get
a kick

out of working out
of your mentor's old office.

Ah, Newman.

Poor bastard worked
right up until the end

and we haven't had a reason
to move anyone in.

All right. Enjoy. You're home.
Let's pick this up tomorrow.

Hello? I thought, I'd
do you the courtesy

of acknowledging your voicemail.

Yeah, you didn't get back to me
and people needed to get paid.

You kids can't take a hint.

All right.

How was your mandatory?
You get away?

A holiday was far from my mind,

Daniel. In truth...

I've been struggling

to sleep.

Why's that?

You tell me.

You tell me.

Um, dealer board says
you're in the Broadway office.

Mm.

Um, Eric.
You, uh, you still there?

Yeah, you?

Excuse me?
Yeah, I'm still here.

No. No, you're not...

because I'm now talking
to an empty seat.

Fuck.

All good?

Uh, yeah.

I just need to get off the desk
and make a quick call.

You're gonna
leave me here alone?

No.

Um...

Look, I wanna trust you, um,

and if we're being transparent
with each other,

I know what lights Bloom up.

That's, like, the point
of being close to a client

is like you know
what animates them.

- Hmm.
- I wanna do that by myself.

I understand

Bloom needs to make room
in his fund for FastAide,

but it's a screaming buy
at such depressed levels...

Yeah I'm... I'm not saying
that it's not a good thesis.

Okay, well, I dunno, then just
think about taking it to him.

I will think about it.

Territorial, right?

- I was raised by wolves.
- Sure.

Who are your parents?

- If you don't mind me asking.
- No, it's not that.

It's totally fine. Um...

well, my dad slept

with one of his students,
my mom.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

One week in Greenwich.
One in Brooklyn.

Dislocated. I get that.

Part of me always feels
like I deserve the world.

And part of me feels kinda...

Less than?

That's the word.

Um...

yeah, it's the, uh...

it's the thing Eric smells
on people like blood.

He gets validated by the idea
of creating people in his image.

Until they become him...

but younger. And...

you know, he can't fucking live
with it.

Well, if he can't
pull his own weight,

then he should move aside.

You sound just like him.

You love it.

- What about you?
- Uh,

my mom moved to the US
when she was 17.

- Okay.
- I think that's probably why

she married my dad.

- All right.
- She fled communist Hungary

to try and become
a ruthless American capitalist.

She didn't really let us
see our dad.

Is your dad
still in the picture?

He seduced her then married her.
So...

What about yours?

Just me, my mom

- and my brother.
- Hmm.

That sounds tight.

Actually, my mom was a fucking
reptile growing up,

so...
um, it kinda became me

and brother against her.

She put a lot of pressure
on him and he, uh...

he kind of ran away.

Your buddy's in Berlin, right?

How do you remember that?

What do you mean?

Are you for real?

You seem...

so well adjusted.

How have you survived this long?

This is all that I am.

Face value.

Where's our fucking
Sushi Sambas?

I ordered an hour ago.

Um...

there is a great Chinese place,
by me.

Oh. Okay.

Um, lemme just make
that call first.

- Okay.
- All right. I'll be back.

I did not believe them
when they said it!

Do my eyes deceive me
or is this Horny Jimmy?

Yeah!

You, I have seen more recently.

She actually still comes here.

- Uh.
- How you been?

Good, good.

I was scared I'd come here
and find it all boarded up.

Yeah, it's been tough,
but we weathered it.

- Bit of trouble here and there.
- What? What kind of trouble?

You know...

The worst people in this country
feel a lot braver.

I'll send someone right over.

Hey, sorry again
about your husband.

- Newman was one of a kind.
- Thanks.

You know that Chris Rock joke?

Being a minority in America

is like the uncle who paid
your way through college,

but molested you.

Come on. You know, Newman
had his way with words.

He'd call me panface, slope,

his little rice-eater.

All laced with affection,
of course.

In 28 years of marriage,

I never heard him
speak like that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure you know
that's not who he was.

No, it... it wasn't all
that he was.

But it was him.

Doesn't mean I didn't love him.

He got the best out of me.

You remember coming here
at lunch during the grad class?

Yeah.
We'd inhale five of these.

Was there ever any...

overlap?

What, between us fucking
and me fucking our boss?

Oh, to be young again.

Okay.

Sorry.

How they got inside
Oh, really, I don't know...

Are you clean?

I can double bag it.

Drink too much to know
You drink too much to know

Spirits in your blood

Is seeping Through your soul...

Sorry
if this tastes like chow mein.

Burp in my face then, I'm a fan.

Oh, my God.

I'm just fucking with you.

I do like to eat ass, though.

It's just, like,
my predilection.

No problem on this end.

Oh, all right.

Not far, baby,
Even when you leave

What happened under the moon

It stays under the moon...

It stays under the moon

I wanna get high, high

I wanna get high

I wanna get high, high...

- I'm gonna come.
- Okay.

- I want you to come on me.
- Okay.

Me, I'm gonna have less
Than a little bit

Or I might just take
The rest and a little bit

We all know how it ends
When you're giving in...

Under the same sky
When you're missing it...

How about that predilection?

I don't like to discriminate
between the ass and the pussy.

Get on, get even...

Yeah, that tastes
fucking excellent.

So what is it you want now?

I want the check...
and some sleep.

You know I love that focus.

A man passing
through on a contract.

- Who's gonna get got?
- "Reasonable people,

doing reasonable things.

- Where does that get us?"
- "Unreasonable people,

doing unreasonable things.
That's how we begin to matter."

Oh, my God.

He really fucked us up.

"All I want
is to enter my house justified."

I earned a right

to be there. I earned my place.

Big man in the big house.

I don't know.

Sometimes, I think...

you're born 1,000 men,
you die as just one.

- Hmm.
- And I, maybe, helped...

some people...

find their feet.

You know what? I... I think,
you did all of it just for you.

The lonely cowboy.

- Hey, I'm not lonely.
- The lonely cowboy in a suit,

his face plastered
all over town.

Oh.

I'm wanted, am I?

Check and some sleep.

I'm watching
the Western Bulldogs

versus Port Adelaide.
Aussie rules football.

- Are you into that?
- Oh, no.

But it's live and, uh, I'm sure
someone will make me a market.

- Do you bet?
- Only roulette.

- For fun. Sometimes.
- What's your strategy?

Uh...

Martingale. Double down.
All on black.

You know, uh, in Monaco in 1913,

red came up 26 times in a row?

I hope that guy was liquid.

Why are you calling
me at this hour?

I was thinking

about how, maybe,
my colleague outshined me

a little bit.

It's been bothering me.

Oh, he's a smart kid,
but I was puzzled

as to why he was pitching me
a long in an identical market.

It's repetitive and boring
and institutionalized.

- Are you any of those things?
- Just think maybe he wants

someone to buy FastAide
because he already has someone

who wants to get rid of it.

Maybe it's a screaming short.

I don't know, Harper.
He seems pretty convinced by it.

Um, do you not trust him?

He's a sales guy.

It's his job to be convincing.

It's unclear

if they will get
regulatory approval

to implement
their entire business plan.

The SPAC market
is already languishing,

which could be a leading
indicator for things to come.

Valuations are sky high

and no other sector's been
this overbid.

FastAide is just a blockbuster
flogging meds instead of VHS.

I knew you thought that.

I hardly think your camp
will be impressed

when I ask for a bid
in the deal they're selling.

So don't call me.

Sell through Goldman
or anyone else on the street.

I'm sure they'd love to help.

So,

you're pitching me
against the house view

and you're sending my flow
to a competitor?

The best idea wins.

And what's the best idea?

Mine, Jesse.

The one that thrills you.

Okay.

I, uh, will call Goldman
in the morning.

You are a restless soul, Harper.

I don't know how
to be anything else.

What's this all for?

You're making me feel
tremendously loved.

So, obviously, I've been trying

to get Maxim to give me access
to your accounts,

just so Pierpoint
can kick off the due diligence.

- He's being a brick wall.
- He can be a bit Balearic.

Hot-tempered.
Affairs of the heart?

He says you told him not
to speak to me.

If we want to have
a relationship,

professional, personal,
whatever,

you need to be honest with me.

I can handle it.
I can handle bad news.

Just tell me.

There are some women.

- What do you mean, "women"?
- Women that had designs on me.

- "Designs" on you?
- Women I saw.

Heartbroken women
that felt hurt by me

and then subsequently tried
to ruin me...

ruin us,

- ruin our family.
- How many women?

I don't have
to tell you I had affairs.

Bitterly regret that...

and whatever damage
it did to this.

I was young, all ego.

- All id, actually.
- Sorry...

What does this have to do
with our family's money?

Finickity agreements.
Legal red tape.

Annual outgoings.
You know, agreements.

Non-disclosure agreements?

I've got nothing to hide.

That's just how these things
are wrangled legally.

What I gave them...

was a better life.

Surely you knew
I'd find out about this,

as soon as you brought
your finances to Pierpoint.

I don't know.

I don't know.
Maybe it was my stupid,

tortured, backward way
of letting you find out

so that I could no longer
ignore it.

Right.

I'm a coward, Mina.

As I get older,

I fear that may be my essence...

fear.

Okay.

But...

as far as our money
is concerned,

do we still have any?

Well, what do you mean?

Do we have money?
Are you wealthy?

Well, of course.

Of course. Generational.
Many lifetimes over.

Too finance, bro!
I don't know.

Bummer because apparently

they do some really wild shit
on stage there.

What?

Like a couple
of Black & Decker bolts

out the asshole?

Dude, this is a place of work.

Dude, pick up the phone.

Uh, she'll call back.

I got a res at Zuma tonight.

No, bro.

Me and someone special.

Knobheads!
You fucking knobheads!

I'm afraid she's busy!

Come on, mate.

They know I'm important,

so they're out to get me.

I know, I... I do... I know it.

I know, they're listening in
on me.

James, it's James right?

- Jay. Yeah.
- Jay.

Take a seat.

This is gonna surprise you.

You know, as a...

dyed-in-the wool identikit Tory.

But I looked into your request.
My mate's a failed doctor.

I sent him a picture of your...

- sample.
- It's not mine.

I'm not saying it is.

It's not a dog's either.

I understand why someone
in your situation

might make a cry for help,

especially,
if no one's listening.

I hope you don't mind,
I... I did some noodling around.

I understand you've been
between jobs for a while.

I have, yeah.

I mean...

do you wanna...
Do you wanna talk about it?

We are very excited
to have you here at Pierpoint.

I have something I need
to discuss with you.

Um, I've done the work

on the Hanani
financial situation

and um...

I found some...

God. Not really sure
how to phrase it.

- Um...
- Yes?

You know what?

The more I think about it,
the more I think

I'm just fixating
on unnecessary details.

That's a habit of mine too.

Do you think,
we'll have fun together?

I mean, working together.

- Yeah.
- Good.

I was counting on it.

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This is what you want
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Doors closing.

Revenue across the floor
is only up ten percent,

and CPS London is up over 30.

Every member of my team
is up year on year.

So why are you paying us less?

All roads lead back to Daniel.

He moves

as if he has the confidence
of your blessing.

I believe, you've conspired
to pay us down...

make us look expendable

and then conflate us
with New York.

I want Daniel gone.

He's an ED. He's expensive.

Harper and I are nimbler
without him.

Or are you forcing me
and my team

to look for bids away?

Because let me tell you
there are plenty of shops

that'll take us in a heartbeat

and pay us what we're worth.

Shall we look at the data?

Uh, figures cut through
hot air because...

they can't lie.

Yeah, so, uh, average comp
is up over 30 percent

on your team, but the...

overall desk pool is down
because...

you're down.

And your production has dropped
from 75 million to 40.

Your quartile ranking
dropped two places.

I had to rub my eyes.
What the hell happened to you?

I mean, truth is paying you down
only 40 percent leaves us space

for further reductions
now that Felim is gone.

Your comp to production ratio
is still the highest.

You're paying me
down 40 percent?

You're a weight on your team.

What, for the last
four fucking quarters?

- Out of what, 100?
- Mm-hmm.

But they're the only
four quarters that matter.

I assembled that team.

Their achievements are mine.

And I bet they're grateful.

But you and I are bigger
than team-talk

and 360-review, lukewarm water.

If you stop producing,
you're simply a cost.

Have the grace to look me
in the eye

when you do it, then.

I looked you in the eye...

when I fucking hired you.

You know nobody owes anybody
a tomorrow here.

Ple...

Please...

don't let me go.

I'd never just let you go.

So, um...
we've been talking and, uh...

we've got some good news.

We're moving you up.

So, Danny here mentioned
you, uh, had a chat yesterday

and he got straight on the phone

to figure out the next best step
for someone as loyal as you.

We want you to run
the Client Relationship effort

across Europe.

You both know what CRMS is.

Shorter hours. Less stress.
Increased interactions.

Socialize...

away from the melee
of the floor.

- It's a retirement home.
- More time for your family.

You deserve this.

For what it's worth,

I think, you look better
in a tie.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey

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Set themselves Out upon a plate

For him to choose

What had he to lose?

Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep

Where the black angel Did weep

Not an old city street
In the east

Gone to choose

And wandering's brother
Walked on through the night

With his hair in his face

On a long-splintered cut
From the knife

Of GT

The rally man's patter
Ran on through the dawn

Until we said so long
To his skull

Shrill yell

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And red-lined with the time

Infused with the choice
Of the mind

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From the bells

Cut mouth bleeding razors
Forgetting the pain

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To the cozy brown snow
Of the east

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Where you come from
The stools of your eyes

Serve to realize fame

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Of the sacrilege recluse

For the loss of a horse

With the bowels
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