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[Music]

Hi

Can you talk?

Cathy, you're just the person I was looking for. Come in.

Were you wearing this outfit yesterday?

Yes, uh.

I spent the night at the office because I had to finish a pitch book.

I know it's your second day, but you're gonna need to work on your time management skills

Find a way to be more efficient.

Okay.

Well that's not why I'm here.

Mmhmm

I just came back from Macrotech

where an exec asked me out on a date

in order to win his business.

What exactly did he say?

He told me that he had had drinks with someone from

JP Morgan last night and that he wanted to have

drinks with me tonight because they partied all night.

Well this Macrotech deal is really important.

It's down to us and Morgan.

He just wants to get to know the person he's gonna be

working with for the next few months

to execute this IPO.

Isn't that how business is done? Over dinner and drinks?

Yes, but I think Bolo should be the one to do that.

Also, just between you and me,

He was definitely asking me on a date.

Huh.

That seems like a matter of opinion.

Different people interpret things differently, Cathy.

And besides there's nothing we can do about

the behavior of another company's employees on their property.

Okay.

Well

Yesterday I overheard a Boldwyn VP make a crude sexual remark.

Is he allowed to do that?

Did he say it directly to you?

No.

Why were you listening to someone else's conversation?

Were they shouting?

No.

That's hearsay.

An investigation would turn up nothing.

Now,

I received a complaint this afternoon

about you.

You mean another female feel ashamed about her work attire.

We all need to be aware of our behavior and how

it affects others.

Are you kidding me?

I simply told her that if she wanted to

be taken a little more seriously, she should button up her shirt. A little.

You can't say that, Cathy.

This is your first offense so it's just a warning.

Next time, you will be put on a 10-day administrative leave with no pay.

Three strikes and you are out.

Are we clear?

Are you feeling better?

I've been thrown up yet if that's what you mean.

But I feel like crap.

It's just like everything that's happened over the last two

days has made me second-guess my decision to bank.

I saw our pitch books in the trash can at Macrotech.

I killed myself over the last two days trying to finish this deck.

I didn't even get any sleep, and they just

didn't look at it once in the meeting. They just threw it in the trash can.

So they pitched them in the trash.

That's why they call them pitch books.

Sorry, bad joke.

Why the hell are we even doing this?

Why are you banking?

Well, uh, before b-school I was a software engineer

a cog in the search industrial complex.

I wanted to do something that could have a more meaningful impact.

Is it meaningful here?

Why don't you start your own company and

build something actually meaningful?

That's the plan, but I need this experience first.

When I go out and raise money for a start-up,

I will be better prepared.

You're lucky.

You know what you want.

You don't?

I don't know.

[Elevator bell]

Why'd you quit med school?

Sounds meaningful, saving lives.

Med school was my parents' idea.

They loved bragging to their friends

about how their kids are doctors.

My brother's, like, this hotshot surgeon.

He went to Harvard.

I'm like this black sheep in the public school pastures.

Wait, why did you choose banking?

I guess I just wanted to prove to myself that I

could do something as competitive and rigorous

as surgery but, on my own terms.

Plus, it is the fastest way to pay off my school loans.

Yeah.

Hey.

I bought you this.

[Elevator bell]

[Music]

Hey, Mitch.

Did we win Powerball or what?

Uh, hold on, let me check.

[Typing]

Holy shit.

Mitch, what are you doing?

I am going to fart in Bolo's fucking face.

Wait, did we win?

Get up. Get up, get up, get up.

Mitch!

Listen to me. Wait a second. -No! Don't you try to stop me!

I'm quitting this fucking job! -No!

-Listen to me. -Yes!

Did you look at the original ticket slips?

What are you talking about?

Goldberg's pranking you.

What?

What the fuck are you doing?

Uh...

Actually, I don't care.

Get back to your desk. Go go!

And why are you still here?

I need to speak with you.

I'm addressing the team. We'll talk after.

Eyes up! I'm talking here.

I was in the office this morning at 8 a.m.

I saw two VP's,

one associate - Cathy,

and zero analysts.

Let me make this abso-fucking-lutely clear.

Analysts are to be at their desks at 8 a.m. every day.

Now starting tomorrow,

you, you, you fucking Goldberg,

you will pay me $100 for every minute that you're late.

Second.

I've been reading about cryptocurrencies in the Journal.

Who knows what crypto is?

Wow Wow

You can use all that Bitcoin to buy a fucking alarm clock, smart asses.

Let's get real smart about this.

In addition to IPOs, we'll be advising companies on ICO's.

Kodak's doing it.

Now I want everyone to come up with a list of ten

companies we can pitch an ICO to by tomorrow morning.

-Mm-hmm -Mm-hmm

-Alright now, breathe. -Mm-hmm.

-Feel it. -Mm-hmm

[Chanting]

Let me hear you!

Let me hear you!

[Chanting]

Let the juices drip down your chin!

C'mon, you are birds of prey!

You are eagles!

[Chanting, grunting, primal screams]

Come on, come on! That's what I'm talking about.

[Scream]

Alright, alright, alright.

Now get to work

[Crash]

Dude, I am so hard right now.

Have a seat.

What's on your mind?

Your friend Matt asked me out on a date.

Is that right?

He told me I needed to meet him for drinks tonight alone in order to land the deal

Is that how you run your team?

Is that why you hire eye candy like Rosie

so that Boldwyn can pimp us out

and get more business?

Do I look like a pimp?

Don't answer that.

We ask a lot of our associates

but we don't ask that.

I would never put you in a situation like that.

How can I trust you?

Hmm.

Shut the door, Cathy. I want to tell you something.

[Door closes]

You know Bolo's not my real name?

My name's Jon.

When I was a first-year analyst at Solly in the early 90s,

I was the only Asian in the group.

Matt gave me the nickname Bolo

because he said I looked like Bolo Yeung from Bloodsport.

You ever seen Bolo Yeung?

I look more like Van Damme.

Matt is a racist motherfucker.

But you know what?

I took that shit.

I made it my own.

Even if you did go on a date with Matt,

he'd still probably pick JP Morgan.

Dickhead.

I worked so hard on the pitch deck.

I saw it in the trash can in the conference room.

Nobody even read it.

I read it.

It was good.

But you already knew that.

We need to be prepared.

We need to work harder than everybody else.

If you don't like that, you can walk away.

You want to quit?

I don't know.

Hmm.

Jackson and Neil could have their pick of any group to join,

any MD to work for, any bank even.

But they're here because I look out for them.

I place them on important deals that will make their careers.

You stick around long enough, I'll do the same for you.

Look.

I know we threw you into the deep end these last two days.

But it doesn't get easier.

I think you're smart.

You did real good today.

But this job, it's not for everybody.

You'll make sacrifices - your time, your loved ones, your sleep.

But you will also make more money than you ever dreamed of.

And your parents?

[Cantonese: Our daughter is rich!]

They'll be going to the supermarket everyday just to brag about you

their bulge bracket banker.

Money.

Power.

Respect. Prestige.

You can have all that.

Right here.

[Mobile phone buzz]

So let me ask you something, Cathy.

What are you gonna do?

Are you in or out?

[Music]