All language subtitles for Succession s02e04_English

We're going for PGM.

We leverage up and eat Pierce,

we're too big for Sandy
and Stewey to come for.

-We all like this?
-(CHATTER)

Contact with the family did have
one heavyweight they liked.

LOGAN ROY: Frank.

ROMAN ROY: It's not been
the same without you.

It's been better.

Carolina has bad news
about the biography.

LOGAN: The writer,
anyone who speaks to her,

they're dead to me.

You're pals with Naomi Pierce,
right?

You want to use Naomi
to broker a deal?

ROMAN: Bingo.

MAN: The Pierce family got word
that you were on maneuvers.

We need to back right off.

Someone spiked Pierce.

Which one of you boars
did it?

ALL: Boar on the floor.

-What are you hiding?
-What are you--

It was Roman.

He took a call
from Naomi Pierce.

Roman, you're a moron.

Who backs me on Pierce?!

They're all against it.

We are going after it.

How do I get him
to take me seriously?

Do the management
training program.

-(GRUNTS)
-Ground floor.

Pierce's CEO, Rhea Jarrell,
she can help us.

Okay, it's time
to bring you in.

♪ (PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

Hey, Rhea.

Hey, it's Kendall Roy again.

Uh, I hope this isn't
getting weird.

Um... Yeah, I just, uh,
wanted to check in and, uh...

Frank gave me the impression
it was cool to make contact.

Just hoping we can, uh... Yeah,
we can make this happen today.

Would just be good
to connect.

Okay. Thanks.

(SIGHS)

So?

-What?
-First day in.

-Uh, it's more of a fact finder.
-Sure, but it's exciting, no?

It's like you and your dad
have finally admitted

how much you're into each other,
you know.

And now you can...
You know, not this,

but now you can bang.

Uh-huh.

Uh... so what's the current
thinking on Ravenhead?

Ravenhead, uh, stick with him.
Young talent, nice guy.

Your dad likes him, and, uh,

he's one of our
most popular anchors.

Yeah, sure, but is he a fascist?

Well, that's a very
loaded word.

You've seen the video, Tom.

He's right there
with the fascists.

TOM WAMBSGANS:
It was a long time ago.

He was interested in politics,
he gets invited to a conference,

he's excited,
he has no idea who he's--

who he's sitting
on a panel with,

It's all perfectly plausible.

Oh, yeah, it's plausible,
but is it true?

TOM: Shiv, come on. Who wasn't
a bit salty when they were 21?

He's grown up now.
He lives in Connecticut.

He's crazy about the Knicks,
he's-- he's a lovely guy.

And-- and his demo
skews younger.

The fuck is this?

TOM: Ravenhead fanboys.

(PROTESTORS CHANTING
AND SHOUTING)

Ugh. Morning, assholes.

Hey, those are our assholes.

Great. Well, technically,
they're your assholes.

PROTESTORS: (CHANTING)
Say it loud, say it clear,

Ravenhead is welcome here!
Say it loud, say it clear...

TOM: Okay.
Now who are these assholes?

SHIV: This could get ugly.

Can you imagine if someone
actually cleaned up here, Tom?

With a cleansing
fucking zeal?

Uh-huh. Like Mary Poppins
with a hard on?

No, like me. Or you.

♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

ROMAN ROY: This is it.
Wish me luck.

All right. I'm exiting
Earth's atmosphere.

The prince is departing
the palace.

See you in six weeks.

If I don't come back,
send goons.

They may sacrifice me
to their gods.

Welcome to management training.

-Oh...
-Itinerary.

Oh, thanks. Okay.

PAULA CONROY: Welcome, everyone.

Congratulations to all of you
for being selected to be here.

This is very exciting.
You all excited?

-(CHEERING)
-PAULA: Yeah. All right.

After this short video,
we'll get you out

for a taste of the park
in costume.

Okay.

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gender expression--

What the fuck happened
with the video?

What do you mean?

I've been cut. It's me
and some satellites

for, like, three seconds.

I'll find out.

It's not a big deal, Gerri.

I don't care how many
minutes I get,

it's just the message it sends.

Sure thing. I get it.

So, uh, how is it going?

Oh, amazing.

I'm stripping back to basics.
This is my White Album.

Is it very horrible in America?

Oh, yes. It's glorious, yeah.

No amount of antibacterial gel

is gonna be able
to wipe the America off me.

This is good for you, Rome.

I know. I'm gonna grow up
and become a real little boy,

and learn the price of an egg,

and do phone sex with
my girlfriend like a normo.

GERRI KELLMAN: You'll be fine.

Just be brave, okay?

Yes, Mommy.

Welcome to the family.

Yeah. Finally in.

(SIGHS) So, what's on the slab?

Proxy battle tactical shit.

Good to have your PR thoughts.

-Yeah.
-LOGAN: Distributors.

Check in on Ravenhead.
Mo's funeral.

Uh-huh.

So, where should I base myself?
In there?

Not there. That's Kendall.
He has his office,

but on the proxy battle,
we keep close.

Mm-hmm. Makes sense.

We'll find you somewhere.
Something nearby.

Yeah. Whatever. I'll float.

So, every day begins
with champagne?

Let's, uh... get hammered

and buy a mining company
in Tanzania.

Why not? (CHUCKLES)

KENDALL ROY: Hey, Dad.

It's time.

-Hey, Shiv.
-Hey.

KENDALL: With food,
this yellow one.

I thought Joan was on
his medication.

Joan missed a dose.

So, just till we have a system
that we can rely on...

Your sister's just in
for the day.

Oh, yeah?

Okay. Whatever.

-Just to observe.
-KENDALL: Cool.

Just to observe what?

It's not a big deal, Ken.

No, sure. Good point.
Good, uh, observation.

Lucy, can you find Shiv
somewhere?

I'm gonna prep with Ken.

Twenty minutes.

-You good?
-Yeah.

-♪ (FAIRGROUND MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey, hey! Dirk Turkey!
Can we get a photo?

ROMAN: Of course!

-Hey, picture time.
-Oh, excuse me.

Hey, um, can you take a photo
for us?

-(ROMAN CLUCKING)
-Thank you so much.

All right, here we go.

-ROMAN: Right.
-Hello!

ROMAN: So I'm guessing you two
aren't fucking much?

-Excuse me?
-ROMAN: You need to get home

and figure this shit out.

This is a sad state of affairs,
my friend.

This woman needs satisfaction

that you are clearly
not providing.

Thanks for coming.
Enjoy the park.

What was that?

I said "gobbledy
go fuck yourself!"

CYD PEACH:
So, I'm just curious, Greg.

What does it mean

being executive assistant
to Tom?

Um, well, I-- I perform

a variety of
target-oriented tasks,

and keep close to
the deal flow,

-and...
-Sort of, kind of like a--

like a farm hand? Clip his coat?
Uh, do you have to milk him?

Uh, no. I just, uh,
keep my head down,

and keep the lattes flowing,
you know?

CYD: You're a smart cookie,
you know?

-GREG HIRSCH: Mm-hmm.
-We should talk.

TOM WAMSGANS: Greg!
When you're done flirting,

can you latte me, please?

Oh, ho! Farewell, lords
and masters of the board.

Time for the real meeting.
(LAUGHS)

Hey hey! Who's the hot intern?
(CHUCKLES)

I'm not here.
I'm just observing.

(TEXT MESSAGE ALERT)

She's coming. Rhea.
We got her.

Excellent.

-It's real?
-As I understand it.

Uh, family doesn't know
she's coming, so...

Right? I mean, why lie
to the old lady, unless, uh...

you're down to fuck?

(INAUDIBLE)

Now, this is, uh, us three.

-We're the group on this
-Yeah. The family trusts her.

You get her on board,
that's huge.

She could be our Coriolanus.

He switched sides.

You know, why don't you
take your library card and...

fuck off?

So...

What's first?

Ravenhead.

I'm getting carpet bombed
on this.

FCC, ADL.

Pierce News is all over it,
and Antifa has turned up.

Can we not get a water cannon
down there?

You know, give 'em
a fucking shower,

fucking animals.

The police have it
under control, I believe.

Well, yeah, but I don't think
it's smart to sugar-coat it.

To me, "ATN under siege."

-That's our line.
-Agreed. Endorsed.

And, uh, I've managed

to talk the advertisers
down off the ledge,

so I think we just
weather the storm, right?

Well, the problem is
we've been asked to comment,

because, um,
apparently Mark...

Records show that he got married
at the Eagle's Nest,

Hitler's retreat in Bavaria.
A chapel below.

(SHIV GROANS) Oh, God.

Uh, ignore that.

-She's not here.
-GERRI: His agent assures me

that it was a coincidence,
they were on vacation

-in the area.
-(KNOCKING ON GLASS)

LOGAN: Yeah, well,
fuckin' big coincidence.

Uh... (SIGHS)

Is that curtains?

I think he's toast. Right?
We just toss him.

Hey. Come on. No coaching
from the sidelines.

Uh, no. I'm not here.

Oh, right. I forgot.
You're not here.

Well, what do you say, Ken?

Hey. Enough. Cyd?

We don't wanna fire him.
He's a big draw.

And if we cave to this,
then who's next?

Tom, check him out,
turn his guts inside out.

Uh, but nah. We back talent.
Ravenhead stays.

Connor, you ready?

You okay, honey? I know
how you are about death.

CONNOR ROY: (SINGING)
♪ Happy deathday to Mo ♪

-♪ Happy deathday to Mo ♪
-Okay, not so sad.

This is a big opportunity
for me, baby.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Campaign financing.

Mo knew a lot of high-net-worth
individuals.

I'm gonna work the room,
meet some wallets.

The whole church is gonna be
stuffed with weeping ATMs.

Right. So, Marcia called.

Marcia? She called you?

Yeah. She wanted me
to talk to the widow,

see what Mo told the biographer?

No, this is good!

They're involving you in their
disgusting little stratagems.

-Right.
-It means they like you.

Come on. Let's get ready
to shed a tear at Mo's funeral,

AKA the gold rush.

I'm getting a donor boner
just thinking about it.

(SIGHS) That's cute.

TOM: Yo! Hey.

Oh...

TOM: Hey, Greg. What's going on?

Jonah, say hi.

-Hey, Greg.
-Hey, Jonah.

Hey, I'm thinking of taking
things to the next level.

-GREG: Uh-huh?
-Footstool fiesta.

We had a bet, Jonah lost.

Be his turn to do it to me
one day.

Come on!

Um...

-Just, uh...
-Go ahead.

Yeah. Let-- Let me know
if I'm too heavy.

Yep. Will do.

So, uh, Herr Ravenhead.
Do you have anything for me,

ahead of my meet?

Um... Honestly, I've been, uh,
been asking around,

and not much. Uh,

I heard he named his dog
after Hitler's dog, maybe.

Blondi.

That's not good.

But, you know, Logan likes
and America likes,

and "Blondi" is pretty common.

No, but I mean, fascist meeting,
Nazi wedding, Hitler dog...

Oh, dude.
If it's true, he's gone.

I mean, Nazis, terrible, right?

Nazis?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Yeah, they're--
they're the worst.

Yeah, sure. We all hate Nazis.
And we all hate Cyd.

Right, Jonah?

If we look at the aggregate
of all employment opportunities

available on Earth right now,

this is top one, two percent.

We are basically in heaven.

Well, aren't you positive.

They'll beat that out of you.
What's your story, Hunky Dory?

Me? I'm an enigma.

You can't pigeon-hole me.
I'm there, then I'm gone.

I'm intellectually promiscuous,
but culturally conservative,

I work hard, but I do not
play hard. I play easy.

-Why would you play hard?
-Good question.

And what is it you're doing
right now?

I'm lurking.
Like a dormant virus.

Biding my time
in the Fort Meyers resort,

but I'm being stymied
by a variety of enemies

who are envious of my talents.

-Obviously.
-Brian.

Uh, yeah. Ron. Ron... Rockstone.

Sure, man. Very solid name.

GERRI: In terms of
proxy statements,

I'm not sure how much
you need to see.

SHIV: Uh, yeah. Maybe
just show me everything.

Yeah, uh, because, uh,
that's a lot of material.

I can process pretty quick.

And after this perhaps
we sit down with my dad,

and go through PR strategy?

Oh. He's unavailable
this afternoon.

Because what?
Monkey gland butt injection?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Something like that!

Getting his hair blown out.

Yeah, his afternoon
is greyed-out.

And then there's Mo's funeral.

-Yeah--
-(KNOCKING ON GLASS)

Does Karolina know?

-Has Colin done his thing?
-JESS JORDAN: Mm-hmm.

(GERRI SIGHS) Okay.

-Thank you, Jess.
-Okay.

-What was that?
-Nothing.

Uh-huh. Sure.

Well, Jess, so Kendall.

And Karolina...

so public-facing.
But Colin, too?

Grubby.

And Dad's in a secret meeting,

and I'm in here
with a coloring book.

What's goin' on, Gerri?

Maybe you should talk
to your dad.

Oh, come on. It's me.
What's happening?

It's Kendall.

What, is he huffing
Sharpies again?

Shoplifting.

He's stealing?
Stealing what?

Candy and vape fluid, I believe.

He's stealing vape fluid?

What? He could buy
the entire industry.

Well, is someone talking
to him? Is he suspended?

Hmm. We're cleaning it up
without getting him involved.

Oh, good. That'll teach him
a lesson.

I'm sorry, what the fuck?

How many lives
does this guy have?

Logan wants to keep it
down low.

-SHIV: Hey.
-Hey.

Just, uh, wanted to check in
and see how you're doing.

Good. Interesting. Yeah.

Yeah, great. (SIGHS)
So, uh, what's goin' on?

How are you?

What's your next move?

Are you thinking media?
Like, here, or somewhere else?

Division?

Yeah, you know, I don't know,
but, uh...

-I-- Do I have to tell you?
-No, sure.

Hey, listen.

-I know you lost your job.
-I walked out.

Okay, whatever. It's all good.

I just, uh-- Yeah, I don't know.
I...

-It's good to see you.
-Cool.

Maybe I should come in
more often.

-(KNOCKING ON GLASS)
-Ken? Your thing.

-She's en route.
-Okay.

-What's that?
-Ah, it's nothing.

Shiv, it's-- it's, uh,
it's not a thing. Okay?

I just can't say.

That's fine, Ken.
Do your secret shit.

You seem to be mistaking me

for someone
you're in competition with.

(PROTESTORS CLAMORING)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Thanks.

Well, that was exciting.

Smuggled in like Cleopatra
in the carpet.

Yeah. Sorry for the cloak
and dagger.

Rhea Jarrell.

And you must be Oedipus Roy?

-Uh...
-RHEA JARRELL: I'm teasing.

-Right. (CHUCKLES)
-RHEA: Are we this way?

KENDALL: Yeah, over here.

Sorry about
the commotion outside.

Rhea Jarell, Logan Roy.

Dad, Rhea Jarrell.

It's lovely to have you.

Please, have a seat.

KENDALL: Now, can I get you
something to drink?

Oh, just some water, thanks.

-Quite a view.
-LOGAN: Mm.

Lady Liberty.

So, the agenda of the meeting
is just to sort of, you know,

check in on how we can all
better work together

to protect journalists
in hostile environments,

-and any other areas--
-Uh, yeah, yeah,

thank you for the cover story

but we don't need to bother
with all that.

We know you're interested in
an acquisition again,

and, uh, I have a message.

-Oh.
-RHEA: Yeah.

The message would be,
on behalf of the Pierce family,

and the media organization
that it's privately owned

for 150 years,

the message would be a typically
balanced, nuanced,

and objective "fuck off".

Very nuanced.

And is that the view of
the whole family?

They're united in that?

Well, I don't involve myself
in the palace intrigue,

but overall, the family knows
what you're after,

and they're not interested.

And what am I after?

Your playing your favorite tune
again, no?

Only this time, I take it
some genius banker

has convinced you that the only
way to keep the jackals out

is to leverage yourself until
you're too big to take down.

Well, I can assure you that
is not a fair characterization

-of what we're doing here.
-LOGAN: Look.

What do they want?

-The Pierces? In general?
-Mm-hmm.

-Who knows?
-So there is a price?

All I can say is that
at this point, uh,

the position is
they're not interested.

And you? What do you think?

I think they're amazing
custodians.

So you don't have a position
on who your owner is,

because that would presumably
affect things,

-if you weighed in?
-I'm a chief executive.

I take my orders from the board.
I'm a mere tool.

-KENDALL: Uh-huh.
-Uh-huh.

Anyway, I hope this hasn't been
too disappointing.

It's been fun.

You know, I want Pierce.

But it only works for me fast.

-LOGAN: Very fast.
-Mm-hmm.

So, please, stay. Have lunch.

Oh, uh-- My tummy is delicate.

We really only eat Pulitzer
over at Pierce.

You eat.

I'll, uh...

stay for five and skulk out
the way I skulked in.

PAULA: Okay, everyone,
now that you've found a partner,

for this next exercise,

I'd like you all
to come up with some ideas

for new rides or attractions.

And then, uh, work it up
into a pitch,

and we're gonna present
to the group, okay?

What is this, fucking school?
We're pitching now?

What if we fuck it? What if
I can't think of anything?

I don't have anything prepared.
Did you know about this?

This is cool. Sounds like
a great exercise.

You have no fucking
understanding

of how this works, do you?

Like, this, right here?
This is a rank and yank.

It's fucking up or out.

This is a death march through
a fucking minefield.

Okay, well, come on.
What do people like?

What do everyday people like?

Um, do-- Everyday?
How the fuck should I know

what everyday people like?

I like booking out a suite
at the Chateau,

and snorting purified
sertraline

off women that don't know
they're prostitutes yet.

Interesting hobby,
Ron Rockstone.

Well, what do the normos like?
What do you like?

-Me?
-Yeah.

Okay, uh,

I enjoy spending time with
my nephews, Cooper and Clark.

I hike. I have several
high-end racing drones.

Oh, my God, stop.

No offense, but wow.

(ROMAN TAPS TABLE)

How about terror?
Like, actual terror.

Like a VR experience,
but like,

"I'm actually gonna
fucking die." Like war.

Like, we put you in
one of those landing crafts,

and you're about to hit
the beach...

-Mm-hmm. Yeah.
-Normandy, you know?

No one's ever gone bust
overestimating

the American public's
interest in violence.

Fuck yeah.

-Write this shit up.
-All right. Yeah.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Hey, Mark. Great to see you.
Come on in.

I caught the show
this morning.

MARK RAVENHEAD:
Oh, great. Thanks.

Uh, where's Cyd?

She's out on a thing,
but she's--

she thought it would be great
for us to check in,

and I'm-- I'm a big fan.

Thank you. Thanks.

Uh, so Karyn tells me, uh,
you want the full colonoscopy,

-huh?
-Oh, dude. No, no.

We both know, I think,
how dumb these things are.

You know how it is.
It's just due diligence

with all the turbulence,
and, can I just--

just need to check a few boxes.

Sure, sure.
Thank you for the show of faith.

No, no. No-- No problem.
Okay, right.

Okay, so this is embarrassing,
but, um, just for the record,

and just so we have it, um...

You are not,
and have never been

a member of the Nazi Party
of the United States, have you?

Come on, Tom. You serious?

Nope.

Thank you.
Sorry to have to even ask.

Uh, bu-bu-bu-bu-bah...

And-- Oh, yes,
the Hitler dog thing?

-Okay, the dog thing's bullshit.
-Great. Great. I thought so.

Different spelling.

-Okay. Different spelling?
-MARK: Yeah.

Okay. Uh, and this other one
that came up,

just to fend this off,
have you ever read Mein Kampf?

Um... Yeah, couple of times,
I guess.

Couple times?

Are there Easter eggs in there
you didn't get the first time?

-(TOM CHUCKLES)
-(LAUGHS) Look, I'm-- I'm just--

I'm interested in that period
of history, Tom. Okay?

-I skimmed it.
-Skimmed. Yeah. Thank you.

And, um-- And what,
specifically,

do you find interesting
about that period of history?

The scale. The tragedy.

Hell yeah. Yeah.
Which tragedy, specifically?

Europe decimated. (SCOFFS)

Seven million Germans,

twenty million Russians,
five million Poles.

Yeah. Just-- Just checking
the till here, Mark,

and it seems you're short
a few million.

(GUNSHOT)

-GREG: What was that?
-The fuck was that?

-MAN: Shooter. Shooter!
-TOM: What? What did he say?

-What did he say?
-Shooter.

Sir? Please-- Please follow me.
Yeah. Come on.

-Do we have a safe room?
-We have a secure location.

Excuse me.
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.
Executives coming through!

-(SIREN WAILING)
-Gangway!

Apologies. There seems to be
a fire alarm sounding.

We'll find out the cause of that
and be right back with you,

after the break.

Please follow me.
Everybody, please--

-please follow me.
-ANCHOR: What's going on?

We have to evacuate.

Oh, God-- Oh, my God.
What-- What the fuck?

(STAMMERS) There was a gunshot
from somewhere down the hall.

Shooter in the building.
We think they got in.

-Holy shit!
-Where are the others?

Where's Logan and Shiv?

-Are we still on the air?
-I dunno.

This is them, right?
Antifa? Or a maniac?

(STAMMERS) Are they trying
to come get us?

Maybe she's gone outside.

GREG: Maybe we should try
to get outside.

-No, we should try--
-This is--

This is the safe room, okay?
This is the panic room.

-What? How is it safe?
-We're safe here.

-Calm down!
-It's just a room!

What is this? What's happening?

-We'll get on that, sir.
-(KEYPAD BEEPING)

-We just wanna get you safe.
-Where's Kendall? Is he safe?

We'll find them.

Open the door, please.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Thank you.

Shiv! Shiv, thank God!
Thank God!

-Are you okay?
-Tom, what's going on?

I'm not sure. I'm hearing
crazies or maybe Antifa.

We think they were coming
for me.

Coming for you?

Yeah, maybe. You know,
head of ATN. Decapitate.

Wait, what? Who said that?

Okay, well, where are you now?

Uh, I'm in the panic room
with Greg.

Okay, great.
I'm coming there now.

Okay, hurry. Be safe.
See you soon.

Are you armed?

I'm not allowed to disclose
that information, sir.

Wait. If-- If he's the target

maybe he should get
his own room.

-(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
-(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

-(DOOR BUZZES)
-SHIV: Thank you.

Hey.

-How you' doing?
-Hi. How you doing?

(LOGAN CLEARS THROAT)

-You want anything?
-Uh...

-You want some water?
-Where's Kendall?

-Is he safe?
-Uh, yeah, I don't know.

What is this, Siobhan?

-Uh, Antifa maybe. They think.
-Pieces of shit.

Where's Tom?

So what are you hearing?
Is it all over?

Things seem to have calmed down,
but honestly,

-I can't get a read, sir.
-Okay.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

-Any updates?
-TOM: Hey, Shiv.

SHIV: Tom, where are you?

-I'm with Dad.
-What? Where?

I-- I'm in the fucking
panic room!

There's two panic rooms?

I think-- I'm in the wrong--
I'm in the wrong panic room.

Well, just, uh--
Just stay where you are. It's...

Is there more shooting?

Uh, no. No. It's all quiet here.
What a-- How about you?

No. Good.
Was there really a shooter?

I don't-- I don't-- Who else
is in there with you, Shiv?

-Is Cyd in there?
-SHIV: No.

-(DOOR BUZZES)
-It's, uh, just me and--

Hey, uh, Tom, I should go.
Stay safe. I love you. Bye.

What the fuck?
We got the shit room!

That makes total sense

because this safe room
doesn't feel that safe. Okay?

I mean, is that airtight?

Or-- And is that bulletproof?
Are these windows bulletproof?

I mean, they could waft gas
in here. Right?

I don't think this speculation
is very helpful.

I mean, these are the things
you think about

when you're designing
a panic room!

So, I'm just saying.

And a person can fit
through there.

A person can definitely fit
through that window.

A small person.
An attack child.

Okay, I need you to get me
to the other safe room,

-the real one, right away.
-Sir--

-Have you taken your pills?
-What?

-Does Kendall have your meds?
-I-- I don't know.

You want something?
How's your blood sugar?

-You want some beef jerky?
-Yeah, maybe. Maybe.

(DOOR BUZZES)

-Oh. Hey. Are you okay?
-I was on my way out,

and, I have to say,

this seems like
a very drastic way

of keeping me on the premises.

Here, come, sit.
Are we on air yet?

Do you know who was hurt?

COLIN: Waiting on updates.

Any more shots?

Rhea Jarrell. Hi.

Siobhan. How are you?

Uh, yeah. As good as I can be.

We're up. We're up.

ANCHOR: ...on the 15th floor,
I heard the alarm

and was told to evacuate
immediately.

We were rushed down
14 flights of stairs.

I heard one staffer who
was obviously very distressed

saying she heard
a single gunshot,

and someone shouting,
"Shooter!"

WILLA: Everyone's okay, though?

Everyone's fine,
but apparently

they're not gonna
make the funeral.

I guess we can't leave too,
right?

Didn't think so.

-Hi. Thank you for coming.
-CONNOR: Yeah.

I'm so sorry that Dad
didn't get to see him

-before he went.
-Yeah, he was asking for Logan.

I'm so sorry for your loss,
Maria.

You know, I never met Mo,

but I heard that he was
just a great guy.

-Um, Mo?
-Your husband?

We're so sorry.

His name's not Mo.

-What? You call him Mo.
-His name's Lester.

Okay, so why does everyone
call him Mo?

His real name is Lester.
(STAMMERS) It was...

I guess I haven't thought
about it for a while,

but it was kind of a joke.

-Like what?
-Mo-Lester.

I guess it wasn't
a very nice joke.

-And was he one?
-Oh, God, no.

Just, you know...

Old Mr. Fiddlesticks,
Uncle Meathands.

Right.

Dad wouldn't let us in
the pool with him.

But, you know,
the guys of that generation...

It was a different time.

Okay.

Let's get a donor
on the end of this boner.

-I feel a PAC attack coming on.
-(WILLA SIGHS)

It's like the old tunnel
of love, but much hipper.

-And you travel through it in...
-Bullshit.

-...canoes shaped like vaginas.
-Our idea shits on their idea.

-Thank you.
-(APPLAUSE)

Don't fucking clap.

PAULA: Okay. Who's next?

Oh, fuck. Okay. All right.
Don't fuck this up.

Don't screw it up.

Uh, thank you, everyone.

-So what we tried to do is...
-COREY: Uh, Mr. Roy?

...create an adult-focused
attraction.

-Okay, so it's called...
-Mr. Roy, um,

just in case you get
a news alert on your phone,

there has been an incident
at ATN.

-My dad okay?
-It's been suggested

it could be a concerted attack
against the family.

Do you want us to take you
to a more secure location?

Yeah, of course I want that.
Get me the fuck out of here.

This way.

CYD: There's a lot of confusion.

We have reporters currently
locked outside of the building.

I'm talking from inside
the control room.

This is not good, Greg.

They're just trying
to make me look like a coward.

Hiding in the fucking closet

while she's out there
breakdancing through gunfire.

You ran pretty quick.

You ran pretty fucking quick,
too.

I was just behind you.

Everybody was running.

-CYD: Lives here are at risk.
-(PHONE CHIMES)

But we at ATN will
not be cowed.
We're determined to fulfil...

Oh. Nobody hurt, it seems.
One person.

Look, off the record,
I think we're in the clear.

We just need to hang out
for a little while longer.

-Wait for confirmation.
-Okay.

(GREG SIGHS)

Oh, fuck.

TOM: Shut up.

(GREG CLEARS THROAT)

Tom? Do you think, uh--
Do you think right now

might be a good time
for a little chat?

Yeah? What, Greg?

Um, I've just been thinking
a lot recently, and, uh,

you know, uh--
Yeah, I don't know. Um...

(SIGHS)

I'm in the shadow of
a giant here.

AKA you.

(SCOFFS)

And, um, you know, like,
do I wanna

maybe catch some sunlight
if I'm gonna grow?

Like, would it be okay for me
to maybe take-- take a chance,

and go to another department?

What? I'm-- I'm digging in here.

Yeah, you are.
And I'm just wondering, like,

would it be maybe interesting
for both of us

if I go work with somebody else
for a little bit?

Sorry.

Are you-- Are you attempting
to break up with me, Greg?

It's-- It's just--

(SIGHS) Dude, ATN,
human furniture, like...

Verbal assaults,
physical humiliations,

Nazi stuff, shooters...

I just don't love it
like I-- I just--

I don't really love it,
and I wanna go explore.

Uh-huh.

And then I--
And I can come back.

You know?

It could be like-- like
a business open relationship.

(EXHALES) This is not a good...

feeling, Greg, that you're
making me have, you know?

(CRUNCHING)

Can you stop crunching?

Sure. Yeah. I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm feeling...

What?

I just-- I feel a little bit--
You know?

I know, I know.
It's just an idea.

Fuck.

-Fuck.
-Yeah.

Fuck.

(THUDS)

GREG: Okay, Tom?
Hey, hey, Tom. Tom.

-We're good. We're good.
-We're good?

We're good?

It doesn't feel fucking good,
Greg!

GREG: Let's just--
Can we-- (YELPS)

I will not let you
do this to me!

I will not let go
of what is mine!

GREG: What-- What-- What--
What am I doing? Ow!

-Stop pelting me!
-(TOM GRUNTING)

-TOM: Fuck! Fuck!
-I was-- Stop-- Stop! Security!

-Guys!
-No, you back off! You back off!

This is executive level
business!

-Okay? No!
-Stop, Tom! We're friends!

You're one of my best friends!

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Are you okay, son?
Where were you?

Yeah. I'm fine, Dad.
I was fine.

It looks like
there was only one.

An employee.
ATN segment producer.

-What, he went postal?
-It was a suicide.

He shot himself
at his desk.

Colin,
I need a little more time...

KENDALL: Hey. You okay?

Uh, sorry everyone.

Just gonna need to keep
you here another 20

while we sweep the third.

Rhea, it's okay if
we go back to ATN?

RHEA: Thanks, yeah.

NEWS ANCHOR: ...within minutes.
They are now surrounding

this building, and to catch
our viewers up here

about ten minutes ago,
at least one shot was fired

inside the ATN offices,
along with screams.

You doin' okay?

Oh, um, well. (CHUCKLES)

I'm finding it increasingly
difficult to explain to people

why I'm canceling
and where I am.

(CHUCKLES) And you were here
having a meeting with my dad

this afternoon, so...

Interesting.

It's just, uh-- Just nonsense.

How come you're in?

(TOILET FLUSHES)

You work here now?

Uh, no, I just, uh...
my family owns the joint.

I don't know if you knew that.

NEWS ANCHOR: ...no word
on any number of casualties,

but we do know that there has
been at least one shot fired.

Not your favored style, huh?

Well, depends what you think
news is.

A public utility,
or entertainment option.

You can actually do both.
Inform and engage.

Well, it's certainly
full of vim.

Full of piss and vinegar.

I take it you're not taking
any offer seriously?

Actually, Shiv, we had
a productive meeting,

so maybe let me and Dad
handle this.

Sorry. Excuse me.
Clumsy old Shiv,

stomping all over it
in my work boots.

It was a good chat, but I think
"hard no" was the take home.

There's no need
to put a name on it.

Doesn't feel right to me either.

And we take her view
very seriously,

what with her years
of media business experience.

I just can't see it.

Like, the thing for me
is that culturally, politically,

your operation, it's exactly
what we lack in the portfolio.

But I don't see how
the business side works.

Uh-huh. Well, I'd say
the business synergies are--

are obvious, you know.

One legal,
finance, distribution,

marketing department.

I think it's
the incompatible cultures

that-- that stink up the deal.

Oh, uh, on that...
(CLEARS THROAT)

We did have one thing
to mention that could, uh,

-address that issue.
-RHEA: Uh-huh?

Twenty-one billion dollars.

Okay. Well, look,
I'm a mere conduit.

Well, maybe you should
conduit that.

You know, I suppose
the thing is,

it's an emotional matter
for the Pierces.

Money is not irrelevant,
but-- but, how can I put it--

Relevant?

-Nevertheless...
-21.5.

Kendall. I-- Is he allowed
to just say numbers?

-KENDALL: Is that enough?
-It's not up to me,

so you're just bidding
against yourself there.

Look, I'm a hairy old bastard
who everybody hates,

yadda, yadda.

But I fuckin' love news,
and news people.

We can argue the angles,
but I will invest.

Well, it would take
a hell of a lot of investment

from where things are.

-Twenty-two billion.
-SHIV: Jesus, Kendall.

Can he say that, Dad?

I mean that's not even
the issue, right?

-Um, well...
-So-- So what's the issue?

Editorial independence?

I don't think there's anything
to even say without that.

Well, okay, there are models,
right, for an independent board.

And forgetting the numbers,
there are structures designed

to ensure the current
philosophical approach

is protected.

Okay, thank you.
And now, um...

remembering the numbers,

what would move the dial
for them?

22.5?

Now, honestly, be careful
or I'll take you seriously.

Well, if the business side
can work,

then I guess one pitch
for the family could be,

"Waystar isn't coming in
to fuck you,

but to make sweet, sweet,
Barry White-investment love."

Beauty saved by the beast
would be the flavor.

I think it's telling that
your most positive spin

still sounds a bit rapey.

-Hey. Do you trust me?
-Do I trust you?

SHIV: That's not really
the issue, Dad.

I mean, you're not gonna
be around forever,

so there need to be
structures in place

-that are--
-Siobhan. Please.

This is what it comes down to.

You know, we can draw up
some agreement

with any number of provisions
in it,

but you know that if I want,
I'll find a way round it.

So, in the end,
it's a question, right?

If I say I won't
fuck Pierce over,

I'll keep the brand,
their editors, their people,

do you trust me?

And will you tell them
to trust me?

Uh-huh.

Because when I say something
will happen...

that thing will happen.

Am I right, kids?

-Right.
-Um, right.

So, will you tell 'em?

Twenty-four.
And they can trust me.

I, um-- I'm with him.

So is this the safe room?

Yes.
Apparently it's impregnable.

Well, um, they announced
the winning pitch.

-Oh, they did?
-Uh-huh.

Are you attempting to do
suspense on me, Brian?

We won.

Oh, look at that. Great.

-You don't believe me?
-Mm, nope.

Do you happen to know who
they were going to give it to,

before they gave it
to the name?

I don't think it was the name.

Well, that's very touching,

but I'm basically
fucking Elvis around here.

So you wanna go check?

Yeah. Yeah,
let's fucking check.

(WILLA CHUCKLES) Cool.
Well, I'll be right back.

Hey, baby, how about this
for the eulogy?

-"Lester touched all of us."
-Okay, no.

I don't think
you should do your speech.

No one else is gonna get here.
I have to. I said I would.

Baby, I think it could be
really bad for your campaign.

I mean, I was just talking
to those guys over there.

-CONNOR: The Wolf Pack?
-"The Wolf Pack"?

Yeah, Dad's old crew,
back in the day.

Oh, Jesus. Okay,

some of the stuff
that they got up to with Mo,
you do not want to be

-associated with.
-Sure, no. I know.

Still, it's complicated.
It was a different time.

But it wasn't a time before
they invented laws, was it?

I mean, what if this shit
comes out,

and you're on the record
praising the shit out of him?

CONNOR: Oh, this is a nightmare.

Why can't I be the one caught
in a lockdown with a maniac?

Connor? Hi. Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Michelle Pantsil.
I'm working on a study--

-I know who you are.
-(MICHELLE CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I-- I spoke to Lester a lot
toward the end.

He always spoke so fondly
of you.

Oh, I see you a mile away,
sister.

What, you want to dig
through my treasure chest

for some previous memory gems?

No, I don't want to make anyone

do anything
they don't want to do.

Hey, if you wanna print
something in your little book,

you may print
the following line:

"Connor Roy
was interested in politics

at a very young age."

That's it.

Connor. C--
This isn't an interview.

We're just two people chatting
at a funeral.

-Fine.
-It's a good turnout.

It's a nice church,
don't you think?

Tell you what a nice church
it is,

"Connor Roy was interested in
politics from a very young age."

Okay. You know you're not
doing yourself any favors

by refusing to talk?

Interesting point,
to which I would add:

"Connor Roy was interested in
politics from a very young age."

I look forward to hearing what
you have to say about Lester.

Come on.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR, DOOR OPENS)

Okay, folks. We're all clear.

-Is he still in there?
-I don't know.

(TUTS) God.

(SIGHS)

You know, uh, Greg,
I know that, um...

it wasn't cool, you know.
The bottles, the attack.

(SIGHS) No,
it didn't feel great.

I don't always like who I am,
Greg.

Yeah, I get that.

But don't you think it might be
just the right time

for me to make a move?

Seriously, Greg?

You're smart, you're ambitious,
you're loyal.

Why would I let you go?
Come on.

Okay, wait. I have a thing,
but I-- I'm reluctant to say.

-What do you mean?
-(SIGHS) I--

I just-- I have some leverage,
but I'm reluctant to use it.

You know, in case it
sours things for us.

What leverage, Greg?

I just-- Um...

Well, I'm not bringing this up
as any form of threat,

but... (SIGHS)

So, you know

when you had me destroy
those documents at Cruises?

No.

Well, I-- I kept it--

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I kept a few of them.

Just in case I got in trouble,
and 'cause I was worried

that maybe I was destroying
evidence of criminality.

Did you now?

So, like, I don't know.
Would it be...

I don't wanna bring anything
up to you

in a way that feels,
like, horrible,

but would be bad for me to,
like, mention those to you now?

Are you asking
if you can blackmail me?

No-- No, I-- I would--
I would hate that.

I like you, it's just,
you know, context.

Very well.
I accept your blackmail.

No, I'm not blackmailing you,

-Tom. No--
-But you are, though,

-you piece of shit. Greg...
-I'm not!

...I'm gonna accelerate you.
Okay?

New title. Ton more money,
nice new office.

You're moving up, you can
throw away the training bra.

Seat at the big table.
You like that?

-Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
-Yeah. I like that.

You fucking-- Look at you.
Where are they, those papers?

-I'll never tell.
-(LAUGHS)

You're a fuckin' slime ball!

-No.
-Attaboy.

For I am persuaded
that neither death nor life,

nor angels, nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present,

nor things to come,
nor height,

-nor depth...
-Here you go. I did a pass.

Let's see her try to make
something out of this.

...from the love of God,
which is in Christ Jesus,

-our Lord.
-CONGREGATION: Amen.

Hello.

I'm here as a fellow human

to acknowledge that Lester has,
as we know, passed on.

Lester was a man.

Also, Lester was an employee
of the Waystar company

for 40 years.

And when a man dies, it is sad.

All of us will die one day.

In this case, it is Lester
who has done so.

Lester was alive for 78 years.

But no more.

Now he is dead.

Lester's wife is Maria.
They were married for 15 years.

Now she is sad.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Apparently he emailed
a close friend last week,

talking of a culture
of bullying.

It's a newsroom,
not a fucking kindergarten.

Again, condolences.

As the head of
an organization myself,

I can only imagine
how you must be feeling.

-It's a dark day.
-A lot of introspection ahead.

Perhaps we could talk again
next week.

Thanks for your hospitality.

Hope to see you soon.

Well, if not, we'll always have
the panic room.

I'll let them know that number.

And that they can trust me.

I will give them
my honest assessment.

And, uh, if you're
really serious about

approaching the family,
do yourself a favor.

A peace offering
would be nice.

That Walmart Mussolini
who puts Nan Pierce

off her Old Fashioned,
Ravenhead, yes?

Well done, son.

Good work.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

I fucking killed it, Tabs.

I slaughtered them,
and you know what?

They're jealous. And that's
just all there is to it.

They are jealous.
Um, anyway, how are you?

I'm good. I'm, uh, yeah.
I'm about to get into the bath.

Oh, yeah? Um, yeah. Okay.
Do you want to, uh...

You wanna do this or what?
We got like six weeks of this.

Yeah, sure. Um, okay.

So, I am making the bath
really sudsy.

Is that because you're
a dirty one?

I am. I'm a dirty, dirty girl.

Yeah, you are.

And I would love to fuck you.

Would you?

I'm so wet for you right now.

Um, that's not-- Uh, you
don't have to be so specific.

I'm being sexy.

Yeah, it's just-- Could you not
do that thing with your voice?

It's, like, breathy
and unnatural.

That's what I sound like
when I'm turned on, Roman.

I know, it's just--
I just don't like it, you know.

It's just, like-- Let's just
be normal. More like,

"I wanna fuck you
in the pussy."

Hmm. Okay. Well, I was--
I was trying to get into it,

but, you know.

Okay. No, fine. You're right.
Sorry. Um...

I'm fucking you. I'm--
I'm fucking you hard.

Amazing.

What are you gonna do next?
You gonna, I don't know,

change your water filter
cartridge?

Ah, Jesus fucking Christ-- Oh!
Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming!

Ah, I came. Yay. Thank you.
Hooray. Bye. Thanks!

NEWS ANCHOR: A feeling
of hopelessness

has set in for those
watching from afar,

leading many to wonder,

what is the best way to explain
this tragedy to children?

Pierce News contributor
David Stanton joins us.

-(PHONE RINGING)
-David, first off, are we--

Roman, what is it now?

You know, I'm still pissed off
they didn't give me

-any good footage.
-Seriously?

They're treating me
like I'm a piece of shit.

-You are a piece of shit.
-Fuck you.

I found a rough diamond
out here

and I wanna bring him
back with me. Fast track him.

Also, we should build
my ride, bitch.

I'll email you. It's genius.

No, no. We are not building
a ride that you came up with

on your first day
of management training, Roman.

Well, you should.
I am an ideas fountain.

You're acting like
an over-excited little boy.

You know, technically,
I'm your fuckin' boss.

Go to bed, Roman.
Go to bed,

and masturbate
all your ideas out,

and let's see how excited
you feel tomorrow.

Well, maybe. Maybe I will.

Maybe I'll just leave you
on the pillow

so you can hear my brilliance
cascading.

Fine. I've heard plenty worse

than a spoiled brat
ejaculating on himself.

Oh, yeah? You sure about that?

I could be doing it now
for all you know.

Well, get going.
Chop chop.

-(HEAVY BREATHING OVER PHONE)
-(SCOFFS)

You disgusting little pig.

You're pathetic.

You are a revolting
little worm, aren't you?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I am.

You little slime puppy.

Yes. Yeah, what else am I?

You're revolting, Roman.

Yes. Yeah.

Only you can be trusted
with the meds, huh?

Yeah. Till we have a system
going on.

Mm-hmm. So here's a question.

What the fuck is going on
between you and Dad?

What do you mean?

Do you have something on him?
Are you blackmailing Dad?

No. I'm-- I'm-- I don't know--
We're-- We're just in, uh...

We're just in a good--
good place these days.

Uh-huh?

All right. Do you have a deal
with him?

Did he make you an offer
in the Hamptons?

Um, no. No, Shiv. There's--
There's no deal.

I promise you.

Then what?
Why's he protecting you?

-Protecting me?
-(SHIV SCOFFS)

Yeah, the drugs,
the shoplifting,

the-- the fucking--
the takeover bid.

Yeah, I'm not sure
what you mean.

Uh-huh.

Anyway, why do you care
so much?

You know, what-- what is this?
What's going on here?

-You comin' in?
-Can we just talk?

I'm not a fucking dummy.
There is an atmosphere.

Uh...

Yeah, I don't know. He's--
He's just...

Maybe, uh, he's concerned
about me, for whatever reason.

Yeah? For whatever reason?

You'd need to ask him.

You can't tell me? You can't
tell me what's going on?

No.

Fucking look at me.

Shiv. It's not gonna be me.

Right. You wanna tell me why?

Come here. Give me a hug.

-Come here.
-Give you a hug?

(SCOFFS)

Hey.

(STIFLED SOBBING)

You okay?

(KENDALL SNIFFLES)

I would just ask that you
take care of me,

because, uh, if Dad
didn't need me right now

I don't exactly know...

what I would be for.

You wanna talk some more?

I r-- I really can't.

But, uh...

thank you.

Yeah, it ain't gonna be me.
(CHUCKLES)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Backing Pierce is the key
to our proxy defense.

They're inquiring
about your moral character,

hence this weekend.

My worry is that Kendall
may come across as too cool

and likable.

Welcome to Turnhaven,
our city on the hill.

Wow, I like this staff.
Why couldn't this staff be Dad?

Any thought given to whom
you might handover the keys?

Just whisper it in my ear.

Watching you people melt down
is the most satisfying activity.

We aim to please.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪