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SEBASTIAN STEFANOWICZ: The prime minister's run a mile,

I see, which makes sense.

I would too. It's a national disgrace.

And the wolves have been fed Lisa Dearn,

but who else is gonna hang for it?

It's always the youngest generation

left paying the bill.

SEBASTIAN: Labour spend their time

excoriating the Conservatives, but their scandals

look and they smell the same.

It's time for a change. Neither party represents that.

AMOL RAJAN: Okay, thank you. Miss Bevan.

Change is a very bright and happy word

for what you represent.

May I say something to the audience, Amol?

- Oh, yes, of course. - SEBASTIAN: If they're still listening.

Please, Mr. Stefanowicz, thank you.

- Thanks. Gentlemen. - SEBASTIAN: Shot for shot, sorry.

? ("GNOSSIENNE NO. 1" BY ERIK SATIE PLAYING) ?

JENNIFER BEVAN: The man sat just beside me,

he wants the lessons of Tender to be made easy.

Compliance failures, ministerial naivety,

criminally-minded anomalies.

(CART RATTLING)

(KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING)

JENNIFER: But Tender is not an anomaly.

It's the hyperreal and logical end point

for what the market state loves.

We must start acknowledging

capitalism is as extractive as it is creative.

And we have to stop pretending that Tender is an alien.

It's a part of us.

The market apparatus

will always find its useful scapegoat.

I am complicit.

I sat in meetings with men and women so impressed

by their technocratic affect and words

that I swallowed both as moral neutrality.

I was convinced I was helping my party.

I was not helping my party.

I was betraying its first principles.

It's become my job to be seduced, and lobbied,

and falsely loved

so that neoliberalism can slowly continue

its decades-long project

of gutting the moral architecture

of how we govern.

But I am unbowed.

First, we must make financial amends

to every unwitting member

of the public that placed money in the very thing

that we sanctified.

And from there,

it will be a time for imagination

and confrontation. I find that thrilling.

This Labour government needs to work for you.

? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

(SOFT FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Whitney's gone.

Why didn't you tell me about the, um...

the red-top piece?

My uncle and you...

not bringing me in.

That's not a partnership.

I agree.

It isn't.

Then, uh, then help me understand.

(YASMIN KARA-HANANI SIGHS)

(KISSES)

(HENRY MUCK SIGHS)

I don't love you anymore, Henry.

? ("NO OTHER LOVE" BY JO STAFFORD PLAYING) ?

(YASMIN SIGHS)

I don't love you.

Did you ever?

(SOFTLY) Yes.

Yes.

(SOBS)

(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)

I want a divorce.

Okay.

(SNIFFLES)

Okay, you're not thinking, um...

You're not thinking rationally.

Look, we're in the eye of the fucking storm here.

It's not a discussion.

It's what I want, Henry.

We're Catholic for fuck's sake.

You can't- you can't leave me like this.

Oh. (SOBS)

Of course I can.

We... We had- we had a whole future.

Life and the ki- (SNIFFLES)

The kids.

? I was blessed with love ?

Who said I wanted that?

? Till the stars burn out Above you... ?

(HOARSELY) I love you. I love you. Stop.

Stop. Please.

? Shine ?

? No other love ?

? Let no other love ?

YASMIN: Whatever it is that you're feeling...

? Know the wonder ?

(SNIFFLES) ...it'll fade.

- ? Of your spell ? - ? (SONG CONCLUDES) ?

- Ten seconds to open. - (BURPS)

H, you smell like the club.

- Checks out. - (GASPS)

I wonder what it's going to feel like.

No need to wonder.

Limit down. Gapped into oblivion. No bid.

It's a black hole.

What's the PNL?

I d-

? (UPLIFTING SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING) ?

One hundred and ten million.

- Let's fucking go! (LAUGHS) - SWEETPEA GOLIGHTLY: Oh my God!

- (CHUCKLING) Oh, fuck! - Are you shitting me?

(KISSES) Oh my fucking God! Oh my God!

Harper, close the fucking position.

- Now, please. - Yes.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - (SWEETPEA CHUCKLES)

KWABENA BANNERMAN: Oh my God. I'm getting blood flow.

- Huh? - (KWABENA LAUGHS)

- SWEETPEA: What? - KWABENA: (SOFTLY) Shit.

- KENNY KILBANE: (OVER PHONE) Talk to me. - Good morning, Kenny.

Yes, Stern- (SHUSHES)

- KENNY: Hello, who's this? - SWEETPEA: Sorry.

Good morning, Kenny. Hi, yeah, Harper Stern, um...

We would like to start covering our Tender short

- in size, please. - KENNY: Okay.

HARPER STERN: The violence of the move is gonna make people panic.

Don't spook the tape any more. Peel some off into the puke.

Prioritize, um, best execution, not speed.

KENNY: Oh, you got it, my gorgeous little Cassandra.

Be on chat for updates.

Better order some champagne

- and cigars. - Yes! (CHEERS, CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES) Wait, you smoke cigars?

No. I desperately need coffee, though.

Order- order whatever you want.

Anything. Everything. Order everything.

- (KWABENA CHUCKLES) - Hi, um...

- Oh my God. - Can I order some caviar...

- Yes. Uh-huh! - ...and some French toast?

- Pringles. - KWABENA: Yes, please.

- SWEETPEA: And some Casamigos. - KWABENA: Uh-huh.

Can we actually get some chips?

But not- Can we get the McDonald's chips

and not the really soggy ones, like the ones that are...

Could you possibly go and get some for us

- and bring them back? - (SIGHS)

SWEETPEA: And when you bring them back in, you can actually just put

the caviar on them, please. Yeah, that would be great.

Thank you so much.

KWABENA: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Did you order any Dom?

I didn't hear you order any Dom.

SWEETPEA: I'll do it in the next round...

ERIC TAO: (ON VOICEMAIL) Hey, you've reached Eric Tao.

- Please leave a message. - (MESSAGE TONE BEEPS)

- (KWABENA GROANS) - It's done.

- ? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ? - Call me back, for God's sake.

(KWABENA AND SWEETPEA CONTINUE CHATTING)

? ("T� Y TU MIRAR, YO Y MI CANCI�N" BY LOS ANGELES NEGROS PLAYING) ?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

? (SONG CONTINUES) ?

? (VOCALIST SINGING IN SPANISH) ?

- ? (SONG CUTS OFF) ? - (CELL PHONE BUZZING)

? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

WHITNEY HALBERSTRAM: Don't hang up.

I don't have long.

Where are you?

WHITNEY: Go to your bedroom.

Don't fucking question it, just do it.

Inside the cabinet. Loose panel, find it.

(YASMIN COUGHING)

? (MUSIC BUILDING) ?

(PLASTIC RUSTLING)

? (MUSIC SWELLS, FADES) ?

(QUIETLY) All right, speak. Where are you?

WHITNEY: I'm not gonna say until I know you understand me.

(WHISPERS) Fucking speak!

WHITNEY: I've seen the headlines.

The institutions that waved us through

are looking for their fall guy.

A picture of you in chains

is all they need to show the system isn't broken.

Yeah, that can be you.

WHITNEY: Can it? In that case, where am I?

Pretty sure they know where you are.

You wanna turn yourself in?

They'll detain you, pre-trial, freeze it all.

Incarcerate you before you even smell a cell.

What are you saying?

WHITNEY: Our only power is in retreat.

Running? Fucking running with you?

WHITNEY: Repositioning ourselves,

stalling the bloodlust of the investigators.

Without both of us,

no one can fully reconstruct what happened.

(WHISPERS) This is more fucking bullshit!

WHITNEY: I don't think you can afford to not believe me.

Yeah, try me, dickhead.

WHITNEY: Cross borders, we're not just fugitives,

we become potentially politicized tools.

Politicized in what way?

WHITNEY: There's been Russian state interest

in our company for some time.

(HENRY WHIMPERS)

? (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ?

WHITNEY: That night in New York at the hotel...

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

WHITNEY: They were, uh, tightening the noose.

HENRY: Whitney?

Whitney, am I in danger? Tell me.

WHITNEY: You are.

You'll be viewed as my accomplice.

(WHISPERING) This...

This isn't real. This is a fucking nightmare.

WHITNEY: For all I know, they could be on their way to your house. Right now.

(BREATHING SHAKILY) If I...

If I turn myself in

and make a big fucking spectacle,

all in- all in the open,

no bad actor would take the risk.

WHITNEY: Sure. Jail it is.

'Cause no one's ever died in suspicious circumstances

in police custody. We need to disappear.

- (GASPS) - ? (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ?

WHITNEY: Temporarily.

Or make no mistake, they will do it for us.

I'll text you via Signal.

I'll let you know where I am, everything is set up and arranged.

Destroy the SIM out of the phone you're using.

Leave everything behind and bring the cash

and, Henry, remember...

sell me out, you damn us both.

? (MUSIC SWELLING) ?

- ? (MUSIC FADING) ? - (SCREAMS SILENTLY) Fuck!

- (JET ENGINE IDLING) - ? (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ?

PILOT: We stay below 5,000 feet as we approach the Channel.

Avoid Heathrow's controlled airspace.

I prefer radio silence,

but on approach I tend to spoof a call sign...

Whatever. I'm paying you to get me there undetected.

I'm not gonna give you notes on how you fulfill that brief.

Well, nobody's moving until we're paid in full.

The cash is on its way.

PILOT: Idling here is not an option.

- Thirty minutes, I spit you out. - I said he's on the way.

? (MUSIC BUILDING) ?

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)

PILOT: Gentlemen, when we land and the door opens,

we were told you were consultants flying private.

When you disembark, you're alone.

I knew I'd see you again very soon.

You need to tell me exactly where we're going

and how it ensures my safety right now.

- (SIGHS) - (PILOTS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

? (MUSIC FADING) ?

WHITNEY: I had that made a couple months ago as optionality.

You made the right call, trust me.

We're stronger together.

What the fuck is this thing?

That took a lot of work.

- I'm protecting you. - HENRY: No, no, no, no, no.

You said this was temporary.

This isn't temporary.

You're transporting me.

? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

I'm not a... I'm not a partner,

I'm a... I'm an asset.

I don't know what that means.

HENRY: Yeah, no, no. Of course not, because...

when people see through you, you, uh, deflect,

or feign ignorance. You- you- you change the subject

because you can't be the subject.

You can't... You can't bear the scrutiny.

(JET ENGINE WHIRRING LOUDLY)

I'm... I'm your leverage.

I'm the guy you hide behind or trade away.

You know, there is...

There is dignity to knowing your place.

You forfeited that.

But in your pathetic, self-serving roadmap,

you didn't account for one thing.

My place.

And what I think of this fucking embarrassment.

You think I'd become this for you,

- even for a moment? - (GROANS)

- PILOT: Guys, are we- - HENRY: Shut up!

You were born a disgusting fucking mooch

and you will die a disgusting fucking mooch.

So fuck your fucking poor boy civilian document

because you know what, old boy?

If you have to reach for something,

then you've already fucking missed it.

I'm getting off this shit heap.

(BOTH GRUNT)

Eat my shit, you peasant.

I'd rather die as me than run as you.

? (MUSIC BUILDING) ?

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

- ? (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) ? - (REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Move out of my way! Move out of my fucking way!

Open the gate!

Open the fucking gate!

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

Get off the property! It's private fucking property!

REPORTER: Mr. Muck, was your wife's resignation a joint decision?

(HENRY SIGHS)

? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

- (YASMIN SIGHS) - HENRY: (PANTS) I love you.

I love you so, so much.

I can change.

I'll do whatever you want.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

? ("MAGIC MAN" BY TURNSTILE PLAYING) ?

(SIGHS)

DAVINA GASCOIGNE: Mr. Muck.

I'm Detective Inspector Davina Gascoigne, Met Police,

Economic Crime Command.

With me are also enforcement officers

Kreitzer and Ellis from the Serious Fraud Office.

You're not being detained,

but we would like to invite you in

for a voluntary interview under caution.

You're entitled to legal representation,

and you can decline to answer any questions.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense if you do not mention

something you later rely on in court.

- Anything you do say... - (SOUND FADING OUT)

? Hole ?

? Never be afraid just remember What he said when you go ?

? Always in the wind ?

? While you're slipping through The hands that you hold ?

DAVINA: That won't be necessary.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

REPORTER 1: Mr. Muck, do you have any comment about Tender's collapse?

? Magic man ?

REPORTER 2: Mr. Muck, do you feel guilty for your role in its collapse?

- (TAPPING ON WINDOW) - (REPORTERS CLAMORING)

REPORTER 2: Mr. Muck!

? Magic man ?

? (SONG CONCLUDES) ?

? ("GET THEE BEHIND ME, SATAN" BY ALMANAC SINGERS PLAYING) ?

? Boss comes up to me With a five-dollar bill... ?

? Says "Get you some whiskey, boy... ?

REPORTER: ...to uncover the whereabouts of Tender's former CFO.

- Shortly after his removal... - ? Travel on down the line... ?

REPORTER: Halberstram, last reported to have passed through

- the Philippines before boarding a flight to China. .. - YASMIN: Sebastian.

Thanks for coming.

He'll see you now.

(NEWS ANCHOR CONTINUES SPEAKING OVER TV)

Well, I think it's clear that the next leg for Sebastian

is about being taken seriously by institutional media,

whilst not losing his outsider, insurgent voice. (CHUCKLES)

ALEXANDER NORTON: You won the Orwell scholarship,

then became everything he warned us about.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

NORTON: Your inner circle.

Post-liberal, neo-reactionary, techno-accelerationists.

That's a lot of words. (CHUCKLES)

NORTON: And tech moguls, Marc Andreessen,

- Peter Thiel. - Peter's a close friend of mine.

You must be sorry our laws disqualify foreign donors.

That's something that I would change.

Why limit support for passport holders

when ideas and money are global?

NORTON: You have a clear route into government.

Cross the floor, join the Conservative Party.

Aurore Adekunle is hated. The 1922 Committee

are sharpening their knives for her.

Unify the Right's vote.

The Conservative Party is-

Is the most successful political party

in the history of democracy?

Is dead.

Rome falls.

SEBASTIAN: And Byzantium rises.

Both parties feed an agenda

set by an unelected civil servant class.

NORTON: But what is your ideology?

- The Cult of Stefanowicz? - High modernity is bust.

We need clarity. We need efficient,

post-partisan governance to help our communities.

You mean young, murderous, under-sexed men?

I mean working people across racial

and traditional political lines

who no longer recognize the country

that they were born into.

We'd need to distance your image from fringe,

outright authoritarian or racial elements.

Yeah, we can polish the aesthetic

without neutering the appeal.

- SEBASTIAN: Thank you. - (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- (DOOR OPENING) - ASSISTANT: They're ready for you, sir.

I'll be right there.

Yasmin, could you show Mr. Stefanowicz out?

(DOOR CLOSING)

Maybe save talking about abolishing democracy

for your dinners in Silicon Valley.

The US are much better at that than the UK.

- Fundraising, et cetera. - Hmm.

Well, then I hope you're looking forward to Paris.

SEBASTIAN: I'm, uh...

I was very sorry to hear about your divorce.

I don't believe in divorce.

Oh.

Well, you think it's an affront to God?

? (POIGNANT MUSIC PLAYING) ?

Yeah.

? (MUSIC FADES) ?

Uh, fully private floor. No shared lift.

We have a quant fund in the building already,

so dual power feeds.

Super fast fiber connectivity standard.

Five minutes from a host of other big allocators.

I'll give you five minutes with it.

- I'm just going to make a call. - HARPER: Thank you.

SWEETPEA: Hmm.

Good place to stew on our next idea.

- That can wait. - Hmm. Never.

I thought this might be an appropriate place

to give you guys these.

Two million each on top of your base.

I'm also taking two million, all equal.

- ? (UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING) ? - Wow. Socialism in action.

(HARPER CHUCKLES)

The rest of it will stay in our AUM as a buffer

against cyclicality and a promise

to future investors that we are about repeatable alpha.

SWEETPEA: (SIGHS) Two million quid, huh?

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Could have made more selling pictures of my feet.

(CHUCKLES)

? (MUSIC CONTINUES) ?

HARPER: Yasmin has invited me to Paris.

Not sure I wanna make that trip alone.

Yeah, weirdly, I've never been.

I keep hearing it's either under or overrated.

I can never remember which.

Some kind of political fundraiser.

I don't know.

She's hosting these high-minded networking events,

really.

She's going through a divorce.

- Whoa! - (DISTANT THUD)

HARPER: She's keeping herself busy.

I guess it's how she navigates it.

Shit, I met Whitney at one of these events.

Could find our next trade.

Yeah, I'll tag along.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - (DOOR OPENING)

RICKY MARTYN: Thought you were in Wakefield.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

You heard any rumblings that have Russia and Tender

in the same sentence?

Dark, oligarch capital?

Or something closer to the Kremlin?

JENNIFER: I'm being serious.

Something more underhand.

Whitehall or MI5?

A source within the company.

- Who? - I'd rather not say.

Look, everyone tainted by association with Tender

is telling self-serving stories.

North is south.

Leave anyone talking inside that thing well alone.

Well,

needs a response, right? Needs an investigation.

We'll start expelling Russian diplomats

in the next ten minutes.

Come on, you're a grown-up.

Every major power runs assets here.

Our tolerance of theirs, theirs of ours,

is part of diplomatic statecraft.

If we ran a response every time a former GRU guy

circled a financial play in London,

that's all we'd fucking do.

My source made it sound like it's part of a large operation.

Inside that factory of lies. Look, Jenni. (CLEARS THROAT)

North isn't south, however much they say it is.

Won't it cause reputational damage

to the PM if these claims do gain traction?

? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

All right. Take it from someone with top security clearance.

Don't poke this particular bear.

Yeah?

- (CELL PHONE RINGING) - Yeah, hello. Hi.

You're close with Lord Mostyn, right?

Close enough.

JENNIFER: Have you tried taking your concerns to him?

Number 10 know more than they're letting on.

Okay. Uh, yeah, I'll... I'll put it to him. Um...

Thank you, Jenni.

(STAMMERS) I really am sorry for it all, you know?

? (MUSIC CONTINUES) ?

? (MUSIC FADES) ?

? (DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL SYMPHONY PLAYING) ?

- (SPEAKING FRENCH) - HARPER: Merci.

- Ah! Bonjour. (CHUCKLES) - HARPER: Bonjour. (CHUCKLES)

I'm so delighted you could make it.

- HARPER: Yeah, of course. - And you must be Kwabena.

- It's great to meet you... - Hi.

...finally.

Uh, okay, so we have the whole top floor from 8:00 p.m.

- HARPER: Great. - Remember, babe, it's Paris.

Anything could happen. (CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CHUCKLES)

I wish I was going through a tough time.

Yeah, right.

? (SYMPHONY CONTINUES) ?

Tell you what, old boy.

You'd think there'd be better service

in the upper house of our government.

It's like they're waiting on a writ of summons

before they bring a fucking breadbasket.

- ? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ? - Anyway, I'm glad you called.

(SIGHS) I know you don't want to speak to your uncle.

Yeah, well, he hurt me.

Well, we're all very worried for you.

When are they bringing charges?

Imminently. They, uh, they confiscated my passport.

I've been advised to take a plea deal.

There's, uh, no mens rea when it came to fraud,

plead to negligence and breach of fiduciary duty.

Prove I wasn't enriched, which I certainly wasn't.

Do that and testify

and they may well commute my sentence

to house arrest.

Testify against who? CFO?

- Halberstram? Good. - HENRY: Hmm.

(SOFTLY) The fucker!

But...

I'll ask my counsel to hold for a beat.

I think I want to shape my testimony

so it's broader than implicating just one man.

I think

Tender may have become a state-influenced shell.

What are you talking about?

(QUIETLY) Tender

was a proxy for Russian intelligence.

Sounds like a dark fairy tale to me.

Yeah, no, I've looked into it and comparables

in other industries.

I have some suspicion about what they used it for.

Data mining.

Laundering money for covert operations,

embedding their people in foreign infrastructure.

One? All?

This better not form part of your defense

because you sound like a fucking lunatic.

I intend to make it part of my testimony,

and I need you to help me.

Raise a question in the Lords.

Speak to your friends on the intelligence

and security committees, the Attorney General, anyone.

Lobbying on your behalf could quickly cross

into the unethical, or even illegal territory, Henry.

I took an oath to uphold the reputation of this house.

Did I ever tell you about my old pal,

Clovis Wodehouse?

No.

He and I had a number of property deals together.

Shopping centers mainly.

Big one in Moscow.

And we fell out. And I made Moscow work for me.

He lost everything on a rival build.

He owed a lot of Russian mutual associates a fortune.

You really don't remember his name?

No.

Well, maybe you'll remember how he died.

Impaled on the beautiful Georgian railings

outside the house

that he could no longer afford to live in

- off the Fulham Road. - ? (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

OTTO MOSTYN: Now, people speculated about the nature of his fall.

He'd had psychotic episodes, elliptical phone calls.

There was no evidence of any third-party involvement,

so, officially, it was unexplained.

(SIGHS)

So... sorry, what are you saying?

That he was... He was, uh... What, you think he was murdered?

OTTO: He suffered from mental health disorder.

You have a history of mental health disorder, do you not?

Suicide would be a very rational explanation.

The point is, don't draw these types of people

into your existence.

You have your fall guy. Halberstram deceived everyone.

And that's the top and tail of what you'll say.

Now, let's have a little more claret.

Oh, God! You know,

this the only dining room in London

where I could succumb to old age before I get a...

(RAISING VOICE) ...top-up!

Thank you. (CHUCKLES)

Come on, here she is. Um, I've ordered trout.

? ("GET THEE BEHIND ME, SATAN" BY ELLA FITZGERALD PLAYING) ?

- HAYLEY CLAY: It's beautiful. - Mm.

It's Galvan.

You look great. You can keep it. (CHUCKLES)

? But the moon is low and I... ?

So just enjoy yourself tonight.

It's a great room to be in.

Make people feel welcome.

- Always. - (BOTH CHUCKLING)

- HAYLEY: (SIGHS) Thank you. - Of course.

And, um, I hope your little cousin has fun, too.

- Oh, I think she will. - (YASMIN CHUCKLES)

I think she will.

And she's grateful for the opportunity.

I'm grateful to you.

? Behind me ?

? Someone I'm mad... ?

Look, I'm not going to ask again, but tell me,

do you have footage of us?

Of me, you and Henry?

? Someone that I mustn't see ?

? Satan... ?

Yeah, I masturbate to the game tape.

God, you have no idea how incredible everyone looks

when just all they do is want each other?

(CHUCKLES)

Yas, there's no tape.

Good.

? And he may come here ?

- YASMIN: Good. - (HAYLEY CHUCKLES)

(YASMIN CHUCKLES)

See Paris and die.

Isn't that it? (CHUCKLES)

? It's too late ?

Gorgeous.

? (MELLOW INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING) ?

KWABENA: What is a "necessary discussion on realignment"?

No idea.

You know, I had a mate at Francis Holland with Yasmin.

Said she was a pretty nasty piece of work.

School's weird.

Most people have been bullied.

Most people have been bullies. (SCOFFS)

I don't agree.

But, um, yeah, anyways, she was like chick's a sadist.

What are you doing? Why are you saying that?

I don't know. The company she keeps?

Her choice of partner?

Look, all I'm saying is, if you met her cold,

like, tonight, say, for the first time,

I don't think you'd be friends with her.

Well, I haven't met her cold, have I?

You can't just strip people of their context.

Besides, you are her guest.

Oh, of course. Sorry. I'll remember to bow.

HARPER: Why are you being such a prick?

You don't have to come to dinner.

No, I'll come. I was looking forward

to speaking to the son of some Lockheed Martin exec

about what peptides he's injecting into his arse.

Okay, narcissism of small differences, bro.

You are from privilege.

You are not better than these people.

These are your people.

Don't talk about Yasmin like that.

She's a survivor.

You have no fucking clue what she's been through.

You know what? Whatever, Harper. I'm going out.

- (DOOR OPENING) - You fucking do that, then!

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

? (DRAMATIC ITALIAN ARIA PLAYING) ?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How were you so right so early on Tender?

(CHUCKLES) Trust me, we were right too early.

(CHUCKLES) You have any recourse against them,

given the IBN Bauer deal was stock for stock?

Our family were legacy guardians.

We will survive this indecency, won't we?

HARPER: You don't bear Yasmin any ill will?

JOHANNA BAUER: She was the victim of a criminal mind.

We were deceived.

She deserves the chance to restart her life.

MORITZ HUNTER-BAUER: Only she would be skilled enough to set a dinner like this.

Yeah, she told me it was mostly business people trying

to get into politics.

MORITZ: Sure, with deep pockets.

(JOHANNA AND MORITZ CHUCKLE)

These are titans of industry.

Academics, evolutionary biologists.

And they all want to meet Stefanowicz.

There are certain men who embody a zeitgeist.

Look at him.

He is so...

- dashing. - Mother, control yourself.

(JOHANNA CHUCKLES)

Well, it's a shame Paris no longer feels like Paris.

- Don't you think? - Hmm.

Like all major European cities,

you can see where the last wisps

of the neoliberal fantasy of multiculturalism

have gone to die.

Importing people who reject your values is national suicide.

Repatriation is the only model

to reverse this unbelievable erosion

- of our culture. - Hmm.

MORITZ: A nation is its genetic inheritance.

All the evidence suggests

that different demographics have evolved

to have different temperaments,

capacities.

JOHANNA: What will we tell our grandchildren one day?

That we didn't fight for Europe? (CHUCKLES)

Sebastian is a vessel capable of seeing this through.

So, Harper, for how long have you been

a donor to Stefanowicz?

(QUIETLY) You're not like the other ones, are you?

What other ones?

(CUTLERY TAPPING ON GLASS)

(CUTLERY CLINKING)

Well, I'd like to thank you all for being here.

And I would like to thank Yasmin, specifically,

for putting this all together so quickly.

So thank you, Yasmin.

I wanted to, um, think of a toast that would unite us.

Family.

Tradition.

And proud nations.

GUESTS: Family. Traditions. Proud nations.

? ("LA CHAMBRE" BY L�O FERR� PLAYING) ?

? (VOCALIST SINGING IN FRENCH) ?

JOHANNA: This is so nice.

- HARPER: Are you not drinking? - I'm sober now.

Not in an annoying way, I just enjoy clarity.

- Okay. - (CHUCKLES)

SEBASTIAN: Right, I'm off. I'm on the last Eurostar out.

- YASMIN: You can't stay? - No, it's my son, Alban's,

uh, um, son, Alban's first Holy Communion.

I need to be there in the morning.

You must be the fund manager Yasmin

- speaks so highly of. - HARPER: Harper Stern.

- Nice to meet you. - Pleasure.

I don't just want your donations.

- (HARPER CHUCKLES) - (CHUCKLES) I want your mind.

A mind like yours is key to devising a new OS.

It's a seductive idea made seductively.

I got to tell you, though, there was, um,

some pretty blunt ideas around the table tonight.

You know, I can't police people's views,

even if I find them unpalatable myself.

- Everyone here is here to donate. - Hm.

SEBASTIAN: They don't necessarily represent me

- or my beliefs. - Sure.

- SEBASTIAN: But I'm sorry. - Thanks.

And I meant what I said about the new OS.

- Let's chat. Thank you. - YASMIN: Thank you.

- Have a good evening. Take care. - ? (CLASSICAL FRENCH CHANSON PLAYING IN BACKGROUND) ?

A lot of the business figures in here are foreign nationals.

How are they political donors to him?

Some of them have funds listed in the UK

and make payments that way.

Shell companies? That's illegal, right?

No.

I mean, well, it's a grey area.

That's where the edge is. That's what you always say.

These dinners are mostly to ensure

continued cross-border digital support.

There's not much monetary value,

but the actual value is enormous to the messaging.

HARPER: Why are you doing this?

Joy.

HARPER: Whose?

Mine. (CHUCKLES)

(SOFTLY) Yas, I think these are, like,

very extreme people.

YASMIN: (CHUCKLES) Don't fall into that trap.

These are fresh ideas for a broken social contract.

HARPER: I don't need to hear the fucking messaging.

- (SCOFFS) - Come on, don't be their fool.

YASMIN: The political pendulum swings left to right,

achieving nothing but perpetual campaigning.

I mean, these people are for actual change.

Progress, right?

Did you bring me here just to donate to Stefanowicz?

What are you talking about? You're an apolitical operator.

You sat me next to two fucking Nazis tonight.

They were looking at me like they wanted

to skin me alive.

Sorry. Obviously, I didn't...

HARPER: (QUIETLY) It's fine.

- (YASMIN CLEARS THROAT) - These gentlemen.

Hi.

Who are these girls?

They're, like, practically draped on these men.

They're here for a good time.

- HARPER: Yeah, but who are they? - Well, that's Molly.

She has no education, no real prospects.

She was working in the Norton household

for minimum wage, and now she's here.

And you pay her to be, what, window dressing?

Well, she sits on his lap

and they talk about the first thing that pops up.

- Uh- - Oh, for God's sake, relax.

It's for the gender balance of a good party.

I mean, they make the whole thing

visually memorable.

Cock-heavy parties are always dead.

Yeah, but you invited them into this situation.

Harper, do you have any idea how this kind

of access changes people's lives?

How it levels them up?

I mean, she'd have never fucking seen Paris

if it wasn't for me.

We both know that this world will own you

if you don't harden up.

I mean, any man, every man, would swim through sewage

if it meant that he could come at the end.

Please hear me when I say this. It comes from a place of love.

That is not your voice coming out of your mouth.

And I know your voice.

(SIGHS)

I wanna show you something.

It's gonna fundamentally change your opinion

on someone, okay?

? ("MON DIEU" BY �DITH PIAF PLAYING IN BACKGROUND) ?

What the fuck am I looking at?

That's Eric.

The guy that you'd like to believe is just a guy.

That's him having sex with someone

he knew to be underage.

That's his arse.

- (WHISPERS) Oh my God. - (CELL PHONE THUDS)

HARPER: Why do you have that?

YASMIN: That's the girl in the video.

She's underage?

YASMIN: Girls lie about their age, Harper.

And men like it.

He thought he was having sex

with a 15-year-old girl, okay? He's sick.

HARPER: What the fuck is she doing here?

- That's her choice. - What are you talking about?

How old is she?

I lost my virginity when I was 14, okay?

I became a woman as soon as I wanted someone.

Besides, the world is not exploitation or opportunity.

It's both/and. That's the world, Harper.

(CHUCKLES) "Both/and." That's maturity.

Has Eric seen this video?

Why do you have this fucking video of him?

She recorded it for her own safety, okay?

That is what your North Star is capable of.

That's not just a man, Harper. That is a beast.

Both/and.

Is that what this is about?

Are you gonna record all of these men?

Why? Why?

To what end?

(SIGHS)

This is not who you are.

Please, you do not have to do this.

We can just go. We can go for a walk.

Or forget this fucking video. Forget it. Let's just go.

You need air or something. You need anything. Something.

I don't know why you're playing here, but I...

Come on, take my hand. Let's go.

Yasmin, if you have cared at all about me, ever,

you will take my fucking hand.

- Come on. - YASMIN: I'm sorry.

"The world's showing you what it is."

You said that to me.

So you metabolize hard feelings. You become someone.

I feel important here. Do you see that?

I'm necessary. (CHUCKLES)

I feel new.

(SIGHS)

I feel less pain.

That's it.

? (SONG INTENSIFYING) ?

Excuse me. You should go.

Excuse me?

HARPER: Just get up and get out of this fucking room.

You have no business being in here.

DOLLY: I'm good here, thanks.

- Give me that. - DOLLY: Get the fuck off me.

HAYLEY: Hey.

Don't fucking touch her.

I think it's time for you to leave,

bitch.

? (SONG CONCLUDES) ?

? ("NE ME QUITTES PAS" BY JACQUES BREL PLAYING) ?

If you're gonna be like that...

? (VOCALIST SINGING IN FRENCH) ?

HAYLEY: (CHUCKLES) Some people. I mean, like...

If you can't be happy in Paris,

where the fuck can you be happy, right?

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS, CHUCKLES)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(CAR HORNS HONKING)

? (SONG CONCLUDES) ?

KWABENA: Harp, this isn't working for me.

And I'm pretty sure it's not working for you either.

Like, some central casting Parisian bird

threw it on me all night.

Um...

She kissed me.

And if I'm honest, it felt great.

I don't feel guilty.

Not really.

Nothing?

Nothing to say?

What the fuck do you want me to say, Kwabena?

You want me to raise my fucking voice

- like this, huh? - Oh, honestly, Harper,

sometimes I think you're like an NPC,

or like AI or something.

You know, a couple of weeks ago, Sweetpea told me

that she told you about the thing in Accra.

And, look, I know,

I know I should have mentioned it to you.

I know I was wrong for not mentioning it to you.

But, like, it was gross. It was... It was a lie,

but I'm just flat-out perplexed

why you wouldn't raise it with me if you knew.

Like genuinely, help me, help me understand that.

Is it impossible to think

that I don't have another fucking thing going on,

but to wonder

about who my casual fuck is fucking behind my back?

KWABENA: This isn't casual, Harper.

We're like sleep companions who occasionally have

a fucking conversation.

It's like we're intimate with no intimacy.

My mom died while you were in Accra.

? (POIGNANT MUSIC PLAYING) ?

KWABENA: Shit, I'm sorry.

Wish you'd said.

Are you okay?

(BREATHES DEEPLY) I feel like all the people

who I thought were constants in my life have all...

become something I didn't know they were.

Or disappeared altogether.

I like being around you,

despite you.

Fuck, it might also be because you're like the only

other Black person I ever interact with.

Is that supposed to be romantic?

No.

I don't know how to be in a relationship.

I don't understand how to do it or, like,

water it, make it last.

There's no manual.

HARPER: There should be.

I just want to protect myself.

Not at the cost of everything else, Harper.

That's... That's too high a price.

No, it's not.

It's not for me.

? (REFLECTIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

- (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING) - (REPORTERS CLAMORING)

GREGORY WILLIS: This morning, Mr. Muck has formally entered

a plea of guilty to the charges set out in the indictment.

My client is engaging with the process transparently,

and we ask the media and the public

to allow the legal process to continue

as we present the incontrovertible facts.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING OVER TV)

- AIDE: Marked up the priorities pre-Cabinet. - Thanks.

Halberstram was a shadow man who built a...

shadow world.

REPORTER 1: Do you expect to land on your feet again, Mr. Muck?

REPORTER 2: Have you had contact with Mr. Halberstram?

REPORTER 3: Is Mr. Halberstram being shielded abroad?

He was the only person, uh, responsible.

Um, it starts and ends with him.

We were all... We were all deceived.

- (REPORTERS CONTINUE CLAMORING) - REPORTER 4: Are you gonna apologize to Tender's customers?

(SIGHS)

- (CLAMORING CONTINUES) - REPORTER 5: What is the status of your marriage?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - MOLLY: Lady Muck.

Um, Miss Hanani.

- Or Yasmin. - Oh, sorry, Miss Hanani.

Um, we just wanted to say thank you for the opportunity.

I told you, you know, there's nowhere like Paris.

Beats Norton Hall, right?

You okay?

- Yeah. Great. - YASMIN: Good.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'm sorry, I...

Um, "She is tossed by the waves, but she does not sink."

(CHUCKLES)

- Hey. - Hi.

- HAYLEY: Can I get you anything? - No. No. You take the day.

Uh, but we have dinner with the Qataris at 8:00.

L'�picure. Justine at Herm�s is expecting you.

You got it, boss.

Fun night.

Yeah. Uh, can you just, um, make sure I have a minute?

Mm-hmm.

CHARLES HANANI: (OVER VOICEMAIL) Darling, hi.

I'm probably the last person

you want to hear from, but are you free next week

to hop aboard the gorgeous boat I named just for you?

Mallorca!

I'll pay for your flights. Bring a friend. We have space.

No men, obviously.

Come, come. Love you, my little cherub.

Light of my life. Mina.

- Mina, Mina. - (SIGHS)

(FINGER TAPPING)

(SPEAKER BEEPING)

CHARLES: (OVER SPEAKER) Darling, hi.

I'm probably the last person

you want to hear from, but are you free next week

to hop aboard the gorgeous boat I named just for you?

? ("NO OTHER LOVE" BY JO STAFFORD PLAYING) ?

CHARLES: Mallorca!

I'll pay for your flights. Bring a friend. We have space.

No men, obviously.

Come, come. Love you, my little cherub.

Light of my life. Mina.

- Mina, Mina. - (SIGHS)

? Oh, the sweet contentment... ?

CHARLES: Darling, hi. I am probably the last person

you want to hear from, but are you free next week

to hop aboard the gorgeous boat I named just for you?

Mallorca!

I'll pay for your flights. Bring a friend. We have space.

No men, obviously.

Come, come. Love you, my little cherub.

Light of my life. Mina.

- Mina. Mina. - ? In your kiss ?

? Forever yours ?

? I was blessed with love To love you ?

? Till the stars burn out Above you ?

? Till the moon has bought A silver shine... ?

(HENRY SOBS)

? Let no other love ?

HENRY: I'm sorry. (SNIFFLES)

? Know the wonder ?

HENRY: I'm so, so sorry.

? Of your spell ?

- ? (SONG CONCLUDES) ? - (HENRY SOBS)

? ("CAREFULLY ON TIPTOE STEALING" BY GILBERT AND SULLIVAN PLAYING) ?

? And it's greatly To his credit ?

? That he is an Englishman ?

? For he might Have been a Roosian ?

? A French, or Turk or Proosian ?

? Or perhaps Itali-an ?

? But in spite Of all temptations ?

? To belong To other nations... ?

Oh! Oh! Ready! I've got one, Botty!

Botty, I've got one! I've got one!

OTTO: There she is, there she is, now let it... Slowly!

Bloody thing's jammed!

- There you go. - Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- ? For in spite Of all temptations... ? - Yeah! (LAUGHS)

- Slowly. Slowly. - HENRY: Come on you fucker!

- (OVERLAPPING CHATTER) - ? He remains an Englishman ?

? He remains an Englishman ?

HENRY: Yeah!

? (SONG CONCLUDES) ?

HARPER: It's hard

to short frauds in a good market.

There was nothing to believe in at Tender,

and we proved that.

Hope is more profitable than truth.

That's not changing. Ever.

So how do you stay sane in a market

that brutally punishes truth-tellers

all the time, in real time?

There will always be stories in the world

that people are too afraid to question.

But...

I had a team of people who I cared about.

Whose opinions I cared about. (CHUCKLES)

A few people I talked to

made you seem like more of a... how shall I say...

singular operative.

People change.

PATRICK RADDEN-KEEFE: You really believe that?

- Aren't you supposed to? - (SCOFFS)

Does being so uniquely right,

when everyone was so totally wrong,

feel like vindication?

Or does it ultimately make you feel very alone?

Both/and.

- That's a good place to end. - HARPER: Hmm.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

? (REFLECTIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ?

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Are you finished?

- Sorry. - Your gin and tonic.

Can I get you another?

Are you done?

? (MUSIC BUILDS) ?

? (MUSIC CONTINUES) ?

? (MUSIC CONTINUES) ?

? (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ?

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