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♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(OBJECT THUDS, CLATTERS)

(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

♪ (SYNTH MUSIC STARTS) ♪

Jesus.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

KENNY KILBANE:

Okay, thank you. Bye.

Are you telegenic?

-Why?

-Your RIF day speech.

We'll all be watching.

-They actually broadcast them?

-Yep.

I thought that was a joke.

-Yasmin.

-Oh, bonjour.

(IN FRENCH)

(IN FRENCH)

(IN ENGLISH) My boyfriend's

learning how to make sushi.

He lost his job,

so he's setting up

this supper club thing,

and I'm inviting

all the grad class

for a pre-RIF dinner.

-Bit of Whispering Angel...

-Okay.

It sounds totally disgusting,

so of course, I'm totally in.

(BOTH LAUGH)

And tell me, um,

what's this about 100 sterling?

Well, uh, Seb's taking care

of the food and the booze,

so he's charging

100 quid a head.

I-- I can take care of the cash.

It's fine. (CHUCKLES)

-Just don't tell him.

-Cool.

-Thank you. Thank you very much.

-YASMIN KARA-HANANI: Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi, Harper.

-Hey.

-Hi, take a seat.

Thank you.

How are you feeling

about everything?

Yeah, fine. Good.

SARA DHADWAL: Good.

I just wanted a brief word.

I know

you're under enough pressure

with RIF approaching, but,

um, we know Eric paid you early,

and more than he should have.

He acted unilaterally,

and now that Daria's inherited

his budgetary decisions...

For better or worse. (CHUCKLES)

Um, I have no idea

how a structure was in place

-for him to even do that.

-It's not on you at all,

so just don't feel guilty

about it.

SARA: Look, all of the grads

have their bonuses now,

and while we expect them

to be discreet

around compensation,

we know they're only human.

In your case, though,

we are gonna have to demand

your discretion.

I could see why you

wouldn't want that to come out.

I won't say a word

if that helps you.

SARA: Okay.

My silence is legally bound,

though, right? So... (CHUCKLES)

-I'm kidding. (CHUCKLES)

-Oh, right. (LAUGHS)

RISHI RAMDANI:

Mate, there's a reason

they call him Octopus, you know.

He's very handsy.

I have it on good authority

that at the entry-level...

How was your New Year's?

Fine, thanks.

RISHI: (LAUGHING) Loose, innit?

You're very quiet.

RISHI: You slingin'

any biz my way this morning?

Or being a snide rat

and trading away?

DARIA GREENOCK: Uh, guys?

Hey, welcome back!

It's good to see you.

I think we should

kickstart the year

with some account consolidation.

Okay? This is a list of accounts

that need to feel some love.

Um, Daria, you wanted to see me?

DARIA: Uh, yeah.

Uh, take a seat. It's important

you stay for this.

Right. So, short-term, can I ask

that you check in with your guys

and make sure that we're still

top three of their brokers?

I don't need to be told

to call my client.

We know that a lot

of our clients,

uh, tell their execution desks

to allocate business

on a points-based system.

This is giving greater weight

to collaboration

among salespeople. Okay?

They're not paying us

to be individuals.

So I want more co-coverage.

More shared sales credits.

-Sounds like collectivism.

-(ROBERT CHUCKLES)

Well, clients are dealing

with Pierpoint

as an institution,

not as individuals.

There is no version of this

where anyone shares my account.

What account?

I thought Kaspar had retired.

Which leaves, uh...

Which leaves you where, exactly?

(SIGHS) Fucked, I assume.

Like everyone else

with a certain something

between their legs.

I wonder what "personal reasons"

Eric left for.

Hmm. Or was he sacrificed

on the altar of politics?

We'll finish it there.

Okay, thank you.

All right. Make those calls.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

By the way,

if Daria has asked you

to do anything for CPS,

I'm telling you to ignore it.

Not our desk, not our problem.

What do you reckon

happened to Eric?

Aren't you pally with the girl

on his desk?

I don't know.

I don't think she does either.

I've heard

four different stories,

so it has to be

something political.

Well, I mean, we all know

how he behaved on the floor.

Yas, that's the business.

You don't get fired for that.

If he got fired at all. (SIGHS)

Hey, Yasmin, mind if we have

a quick chat, early Monday?

I can do now if you want?

HILARY WYNDHAM: Uh, no.

It's not really Friday material.

And besides, Penrith is calling

and I must heed its call.

A weekend of casual racism,

but also really

rather good wine.

Is this something

I should be worried about?

-You know, with RIF?

-No. No, no, no. Well...

no. Let's just, uh,

just keep it off the desk.

Good weekend, all.

-♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GOLDMAN SACHS MD:

Why are you so ready

to leave Pierpoint?

GUS SACKEY:

I don't think they really know

what to do with me.

I don't think they value me.

Oh. You sure

you're not just jumping

before you're pushed?

Pierpoint are swinging

the scythe soon, right?

Don't they make you do trial

by television?

-(CHUCKLES)

-Seems a bit medieval.

GUS: I don't think

Pierpoint ever let truly

talented people rise early.

It's a very political place.

What makes you think

GS will be any different?

Aren't we all the same?

An institution is its people.

And Goldman's Goldman.

Can I keep this?

I'll bring it back.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

DARIA: Harper?

Did you touch base with Nicole

after her performance

at Christmas?

Okay, well, could you, uh,

set up a sit-down for Monday?

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Okay. I'll feed back.

Oh, uh, we should go together.

We just-- we don't let grads

meet clients alone pre-RIF.

And can I get some decks

done pre?

I don't think

that's gonna be necessary.

She doesn't really read stuff

like that.

Okay.

You know best.

RISHI: If anyone needs me

at 9:30,

tell 'em I've gone for my

thirty-minute morning Richard,

and I'll be totally off comms.

If they want a price,

make one up.

-(PHONES RINGING)

-RISHI: Orders in the toilet,

and still we climb higher!

(CLEARS THROAT) Clement?

-(GRUNTS)

-DARIA: Clement?

We need to catch up formally

on Monday.

You know, surely Kaspar

can only...

-ski or garden

for a finite amount of time?

-(CHUCKLES)

You know, we've got

an over-under in the office

on, uh, when he's gonna murder

his wife.

-(ROBERT CHUCKLES)

-Or himself.

What's it been like without him?

USMAN ABBOUD: Well,

as you can imagine,

things have changed.

For one, we are moving

our operations to...

London.

-That's great. (CHUCKLES)

-USMAN: Yeah.

Brexit's a 20-year problem.

This just makes sense for us.

Our new mandate's, uh,

more complex products.

Are you still gonna be trading

single stocks?

You're a great time.

We just, uh...

need a little more

than Clement has to offer.

Look,

let's just do a trial period.

From next week,

I'll be a permanent hire,

so I'll be able

to service you properly.

And we'll do our usual calls,

and if it doesn't work, then...

(CHUCKLES)

Look, I know you don't wanna

lose Pierpoint's research.

USMAN: I can read.

I don't need someone

to read to me.

I need someone with a view.

You understand?

I have proper responsibility

now.

My primary coverage

can't be an old man

and a kid, okay?

ROBERT SPEARING: You know

they won't hire me without you?

USMAN: That's not my problem.

This feels like a breakup.

(CHUCKLES)

We were never really together.

-WAITER: Yes, sir?

-Stay for one drink.

I don't drink.

♪ ("MRS BLUE"

BY TOMMY DOWN PLAYING) ♪

-Hey.

-SEB OLDROYD: Hey.

(KEYS CLATTER)

♪ I been missing you... ♪

-YASMIN: (SIGHS) Harper.

-Hmm?

Wyndham wants a private

catch-up with me on Monday.

-Shall I just email him?

-HARPER STERN: I think...

you should stop trying

to control the universe.

One sentence and he's ruined

my whole weekend.

It's fucking selfish.

Do you need some help with that?

Uh, no. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I can handle myself

around a salmon.

Listen, I appreciate you

fleecing your colleagues

on my behalf.

It's efficient

wealth redistribution.

Do you think I'm charging

too much?

You know, for a first go?

YASMIN:

I think it's gonna be great.

Oh, and I sent an email out

downgrading the theme

of the evening.

It is now "dandy."

-Do not mention Asia. Okay?

-SEB: All right, um,

I need to remove the Akira

soundtrack from the playlist.

♪ Your smile

Plays on my mind... ♪

(BREATHES DEEPLY) Um...

♪ Too close, I can never... ♪

(SIGHS) I think Robert's coming.

I fucking blanket messaged

the entire grad group

and he saw it, so...

Speaking of which, um...

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I'm really sorry if I

overreacted at the party. I'm--

It's fine. Anyway, I swear,

nothing's happening anymore,

whatever it was, you know?

-(SIGHS)

-Cool.

(DOOR CLOSES)

-(BOTTLES CLANKING)

-(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

My God. My fucking mum.

She's like, "I need to see you,"

all in caps.

I just gave her Christmas.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-(SILVERWARE CLATTERING)

♪ You're my Mrs Blue ♪

♪ I've been missing you ♪

-AZAR KARA-HANANI: Salaam.

-Salaam.

♪ I've been needing you ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah... ♪

(IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)

Stop being so indulgent.

(IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH) You know,

I've never really thought of you

as a mother, so...

But I will drink your wine.

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

-(SEB GROANS)

-HARPER: Jesus Christ.

Do you have any clue

what you're doing?

We can just order in.

No one would know.

No, I'll know.

And she increasingly thinks

I'm a fucking idiot,

so I don't wanna give her

more proof.

These are

my degenerate uni mates.

They're hungover,

their natural state.

Hey.

-(SEB GROANS)

-HARPER: Sorry, sorry, sorry.

(GROANS SOFTLY) Fuck me! Fuck!

I need some fucking painkillers.

-Oh, fuck.

-Relax! I'll go. I'll get some.

-Really?

-Yes.

-It's okay.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

-(SIGHS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

-(SIGHS) Jesus Christ.

-(ROBERT CHUCKLES)

What? What's the point

unless you spend it, eh?

Well, if I was

that kind of person,

I would say

that this screams new money.

(CHUCKLES)

HARPER:

Let's hope she's impressed.

♪ ("FEAR OF A FLAT PLANET"

BY CHILDREN OF ZEUS PLAYING) ♪

-SEB: Hello, mate.

-Hi.

SEB: Uh, Seb.

Oh, I think we've actually met.

-I'm Robert.

-Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah.

-Um, shit. The-- the pub, right?

-Yeah.

SEB: Sorry. Sorry, I would shake

your hand,

-but I got a critical injury--

-Lefty...

Oh, yeah.

Fuck it, shake the other one.

-(CHUCKLES)

-Uh, cheers.

Uh, oh, nice one. Um...

I guess you didn't get the memo.

Uh, no.

Right, yeah,

we kinda sanded down

the edges of the theme

a little bit

for, um, political reasons.

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

-SEB: Oh.

-Hey, man!

-SEB: Hey, man. What up?

-How you doin'?

-How are you?

SEB: Yeah, it's good to see you.

-ANTOINE: Hey.

-Hi.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

-Cool. Yeah, cool.

-Okay.

(CASH REGISTER BEEPING)

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

ERIC TAO:

What are you doing, guys?

What's going on?

What you got? Hold on.

Look, I got your favorite stuff.

What's going on here?

(LAUGHS, SCREAMS PLAYFULLY)

-(BAT THUMPS)

-ERIC: You're gonna get it!

You're gonna--

You're gonna get it!

You're gonna get

the tickle monster!

You're gonna get

the tickle monster!

All right. Ouch! That's--

That's not even a little nice.

♪ ("JUST A PHASE"

BY ARNO FARAJI PLAYING) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

-Goldman.

-(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Hello? Hi, yeah.

Gus Sackey. Yeah.

ROBERT: (CLEARS THROAT) Yeah.

He's been away. GS.

He has the emotional

intelligence of a ten-year-old.

Don't say that.

Why do you like him?

Is it 'cause he was born rich

and you, like, what,

look up to that?

Are you sure

that he even likes you?

ROBERT: I think he likes me

more than you do at the moment.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-(DISHES CLATTERING)

-Thank you.

-(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Do you want me to get it?

(CHUCKLES)

He turned off the tap. (SCOFFS)

Good for him.

I presume that's why

it's actually over this time.

Do you think your father

or his money

would still be in your life

if I had left him 20 years ago?

Because I wanted to.

Don't waste your life

with someone

who doesn't fulfil you.

I can't leave him

in a worse state

than when I found him.

A person that does that

is the worst.

AZAR:

You aren't responsible for him.

I may not understand

some of the choices

you've made...

-your career.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

AZAR: But I'm happy you have

some freedom to make them.

I envy it.

It's a privilege.

And you need to pay the bill.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(IN ARABIC)

(IN ENGLISH)

But let's have one more.

♪ (HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

HARPER:

You gonna move your hand?

-Do you want me to?

-(SNICKERS) Fucking child.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING) ♪

Hey, Gus? I saved you a seat.

(CHUCKLING) Sorry I'm late.

(GASPS)

My God! Everyone looks amazing!

Well, I am fucking pissed.

(CHUCKLES) Fuck it.

Mmm.

Why are you here?

The food's still

annoyingly hypothetical.

-♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

-(KEYS CLATTER)

(COUGHS, RETCHES)

Um, I've--

I've got it under control.

OLIVIA FLETCHER: I haven't

been to bed yet, Yasmin.

I broke up with Cheetham again,

and now I've got

the kind of hangover

that makes you

reevaluate everything.

SEB: But I guess

if you haven't been to bed,

it's a hang-under, right?

(BOTH LAUGH)

(RETCHES)

Uh, food's coming.

(OLIVIA COUGHING)

-♪ (POP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-(SEB AND OLIVIA CHUCKLE)

SEB: Right, um, Yas,

do you mind apologizing

to everyone for me, please?

Because the amuse-bouche

is running a bit late.

-Whatever.

-SEB: And, um, Fletch,

have you collected the cash?

Uh, sorry, what--

what's going on?

Oh, fuck. (CHUCKLES)

-SEB: What?

-I paid for everyone

in advance...

'cause I wanted to help you,

because you're a fucking

deadbeat,

and 'cause I knew

there was a high potential

this would be a shitshow,

and I didn't wanna

be embarrassed.

I mean, how wrong I was.

(CHUCKLES)

I, um...

I don't need you

to fucking mother me.

-No?

-SEB: No.

YASMIN:

'Cause I let the fish guy in,

I collected the money,

I corralled the guests.

Sorry, please tell me

how at this point

I am any different

from your fucking mother.

Oh! Wait, no, that's right,

I occasionally

give you boundaries.

And... let's be honest,

you'd probably rather

fuck your mother than fuck me.

♪ ("G.A.F." BY IAMDDB PLAYING) ♪

HARPER: You've been staring

at that drink

like it's an accusation.

ROBERT:

I've given up. I'm not drinking.

You don't have to do that

for me.

Wasn't doing it for you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Okay, I kind of am.

-(CHUCKLES)

♪ Take your bitch, fuck five ♪

♪ Pull up, skrrt, lemme

Take your bitch, fuck five... ♪

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Well, don't.

I'm sorry

I called you an addict.

It's a big word.

And I don't think that you are.

I was just...

trying to hurt you.

And you did.

I had my first... ever

sober New Year's,

and it made me want

to put my head in an oven.

(BOTH LAUGH)

♪ You don't know

What this means now ♪

♪ I don't give a fuck

What you do ♪

♪ 'Cause I get bitches too... ♪

Were you heartbroken?

Hey. Do you think Hari's death

affected the overall pot?

'Cause I'm a quant.

I did the math.

And I know how much his suicide

added to everyone's

overall bonus.

-Excuse me?

-ANTOINE: Around 350 sterling.

Flight to Mykonos.

Maybe not in peak season,

but, like, before

the congés payés set in.

-(LAUGHS)

-SASHA: You're so nasty, man.

-I love it.

-He didn't fucking kill himself.

He didn't kill himself.

Pierpoint obviously buried

all the toxicology reports.

Yeah, it's a conspiracy.

A false flag

by the Treasury Department.

Like a very fucked up

sub-clause of Dodd-Frank.

Guess it's more headcount

for RIF, huh?

(ANTOINE LAUGHS)

And what did the both of you

get paid?

Like everyone. The same.

Twenty-five K.

Right. Okay. Well, I got 50.

♪ I don't forget

Where I'm from ♪

♪ Nobody can do what I does... ♪

I wonder what pot

that came out of.

♪ Give a fuck what you like ♪

♪ I mix that lean

With the dirty Sprite ♪

Continue

your fucking conversations.

♪ I don't forget

Where I'm from ♪

♪ Nobody can do what I does ♪

SASHA: I've exhausted

whatever superficial knowledge

I have on this.

How are you feeling about RIF?

♪ ("MR LA DI DA DI"

BY BAKER BOY PLAYING) ♪

That's amazing about your comp.

I can't believe

Eric gave you 50k.

-You're a fucking rock star.

-(HARPER CHUCKLES)

-I'm really happy for you.

-HARPER: Thank you.

YASMIN:

Did you fuck him or something?

What if one of us gets fired?

I don't even wanna

think about it.

I cannot believe

we have to speak

in front of the entire bank.

I know, it's fucking intense.

♪ ("PASS OUT"

BY TINIE TEMPAH PLAYING) ♪

YASMIN: This was my fucking jam

at Francis Holland.

Oh, fuck!

-(GLASS CLATTERS)

-(GASPS) Sorry! Sorry!

-HARPER: I'm sorry.

-(BOTH LAUGH)

♪ We bring the stars out ♪

♪ We bring the women

And the cars and the cards out ♪

♪ Let's have a toast

A celebration ♪

♪ Get a glass out ♪

♪ And we can do this

Until we pass out... ♪

-Oh, hello there.

-Hey. (LAUGHS)

♪ Let it pour away

And we won't come down... ♪

-YASMIN: You know this song?

-(LAUGHING) I certainly don't.

Really? I love this song.

♪ I'm a star and I bought

My fucking cast out ♪

♪ I live a very, very, very

Wild lifestyle ♪

♪ Heidi and Audrina

Eat your heart out... ♪

-HARPER: Oh, shit.

-Whoo! Whoo!

(LAUGHING) You go crazy.

I have to sit.

♪ Disturbing London, baby

We about to branch out ♪

♪ Soon I'll be the king

Like Prince Charles' child ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah

And there ain't nobody fresher ♪

♪ Semester to semester

Raving with the freshers ♪

♪ Twenty light bulbs

Around my table and my dresser ♪

♪ CLC Kompressor, just in case

That don't impress her ♪

♪ Say hello to Dexter

Say hello to Uncle Fester ♪

♪ Got them gazing at my necklace

And my crazy sun protectors ♪

♪ G-Shocks

I got a crazy dumb collection ♪

♪ Haters, I can't fucking hear

Your reception ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah

We bring the stars out ♪

♪ We bring the women

And the cars and the cards out ♪

♪ Let's have a toast

A celebration, get a glass out ♪

♪ And we can do this

Until we pass out... ♪

Whoo! Come on!

It's a fucking party, guys!

♪ And we won't come down ♪

YASMIN: Fuck!

♪ (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

SALIM: Hey.

Hey.

Aren't you meant to be working?

(CHUCKLES)

Cheers.

SALIM: Think they're too fucked

and hungry to miss me.

Hi, Wyndy!

Sorry, Hilary. Um...

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, I know you said you wanted

to wait until Monday,

but I'm free now.

Um... sorry. (LAUGHS)

I can just catch you Monday.

I, um...

It would just be nice to know,

'cause I've been a bit worried.

Um... So call me back.

Or don't,

'cause you are my boss,

and, um, you can do

whatever you want.

(CHUCKLES) Okay. Bye! Bye!

(YELLS) Fuck!

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You quasi-straight guys

are always struggling

with something.

I'm not struggling

with anything.

No, I was--

I was involved with someone.

He was struggling,

and I thought it would become

something else, and...

then it didn't.

SALIM: I'm sorry.

I went through

a long period of trying to

tease out straight guys.

(SCOFFS) It broke my heart.

Made some bad decisions.

Wasted a lot of time. (CHUCKLES)

I'm not sure my guy's straight.

Sliding scale, innit?

Do you wanna get out of here?

And go where?

Wherever people go

to get out of places.

♪ ("GLUE" BY BICEP PLAYING) ♪

Do you want one?

♪ When I'm alone ♪

♪ When I'm alone ♪

♪ When I'm alone ♪

♪ When I'm alone ♪

SALIM: Come on.

♪ When I'm alone ♪

(SNIFFS)

(SNIFFS)

(CLICKS TONGUE) So, like, um...

how well do you know Yasmin?

♪ When I'm alone ♪

I'm closer to Harper.

She's fit, right?

-Who?

-(SCOFFS) Well...

both, I guess.

(DOOR OPENS)

(ROBERT SNIFFS)

Can we join?

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

ROBERT:

Have you ever done this before?

(YASMIN SNIFFS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SNIFFLES)

Thank you.

♪ ("I DON'T NEED IT"

BY WEVAL PLAYING) ♪

♪ Never mind ♪

♪ I wanted something

Off your back ♪

♪ Same train a-runnin'

Same train a-runnin' ♪

♪ I don't need it ♪

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

♪ I don't need it... ♪

-(SEB SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

-(HARPER GIGGLES)

-(SEB CHUCKLES)

-HARPER: First of all,

not a story.

Second of all, absolutely not.

♪ I don't need it ♪

♪ I don't need it... ♪

-Oh, no.

-ROBERT: Oh, fuck.

(CARD CLATTERS)

-(GRUNTS)

-HARPER: Oh my God! Oh my God!

(CHOKES, WHEEZES)

(LAUGHS)

-(LAUGHING)

-What the fuck?

-(SASHA LAUGHING)

-(SEB CHUCKLES)

Yeah, nobody in the room

really knows you

like that, bro, but okay.

(SASHA MUTTERING)

-(LAUGHS) Jesus Christ!

-YASMIN: What'd he say?

-I don't know. (LAUGHS)

-(SASHA GROANS)

Oy, pass me my note.

SASHA: I don't have it.

-Is this it?

-ROBERT: Uh, no. It was a 50.

You just spent your entire

bonus on a motorcycle.

Why are you worried

about a 50? (LAUGHS)

Wow! Very '90s move.

-Pre-crisis activity.

-No, no, no, no. Look,

I don't wanna be that bloke,

but it's a fucking 50.

-SASHA: I don't have it.

-ROBERT: Yeah?

-Empty your pockets out then.

-Woah.

ROBERT: Go on. Just do it.

(LAUGHS) You mad, eh?

-(ALL YELLING)

-Can you shut the fuck up

and give it to me,

or I'll put you back

on the fucking floor!

-Yo! Hey, hey, whoa.

-SEB: Boys, boys, boys.

Hey, it's here.

All right? It's here.

Must have, um...

Must have fallen.

-HARPER: Oh, my God.

-YASMIN: Yeah. Sure.

It fell. It fell. (LAUGHS)

Sorry, what the fuck

is that supposed to mean?

I think we all know

what it means, Seb.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Ooh.

Excuse me.

(DOOR OPENING)

What?

(DOOR CLOSES)

Sorry.

I don't know what I...

I don't know

why I wanna humiliate you.

But I do. It's instinctive.

And that's not good.

It's just not good anymore.

R-- right. (SCOFFS)

I think you should stay

somewhere else tonight.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SNIFFLES)

-SEB: Hey, Yas--

-Just, please, Seb.

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING DISTANTLY) ♪

SEB: All right.

(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

(HARPER GIGGLES)

-ROBERT: Should we be up here?

-Probably not.

♪ (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

HARPER: It's always empty.

Her mom lives in Switzerland.

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING DISTANTLY) ♪

I shouldn't have bought

that fucking bike.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

What does an unemployed person

do with a bike like that? Hmm?

I haven't spent any of mine.

(SNIFFS)

This is gonna sound weird,

but I've, like,

-never had this much.

-(CHUCKLES)

I keep compulsively

checking my balance,

and it stresses me out, like,

makes me feel

physically nauseous

when it drops

below a certain point,

so I'm not touching it.

Is that weird?

ROBERT: Sounds healthy.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ ("TELL ME HOW YOU LIKE IT"

BY STEVEN DAVID FAY PLAYING) ♪

(REEL WHIRRING)

-ROBERT: Weird house.

-MALE NARRATOR: (ON FILM)

So, imagine...

the perfect life, right?

You've got a loving,

caring wife.

-(REMOTE CLATTERS)

-NARRATOR: Your soulmate.

(ROBERT SNIFFS)

NARRATOR: God put

an angel on this earth...

ROBERT: So...

NARRATOR:

You know. The only girl

who ever really got you...

What would you do if they just

let you go next week?

NARRATOR: And now,

imagine the first time...

I'd think

of all the wasted opportunities.

NARRATOR: ...your progeny.

The first time

you hold little, um, Caspar

in your arms.

The first time

he takes hold of your finger

with his tiny fist.

(HARPER MOANS)

Imagine...

the first time he falls asleep

on your chest...

(BOTH MOANING)

(HARPER BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MOANS)

(ROBERT PANTING)

-(HARPER MOANS)

-ROBERT: Wait.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

NARRATOR: Heroin.

(BOTH MOANING)

NARRATOR: Heroin...

looks... at all that...

and says, "Nah."

(BOTH MOANING SOFTLY)

-MAN 2: (ON FILM) Yeah.

-NARRATOR: Yeah.

-MAN 2: Right.

-NARRATOR: Yes, exactly.

(HARPER AND ROBERT MOANING)

NARRATOR: You say "yes..."

Well, this is a turn up

for the books.

NARRATOR: It says "yes."

And together, well, you...

you both end up saying "no"

-to pretty much--

-(PROJECTOR CLICKS)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES DISTANTLY) ♪

(BOTTLE CLATTERS)

(YASMIN SIGHS)

Can I join?

♪ (MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC

PLAYING) ♪

YASMIN: It's just sex.

Isn't it?

(YASMIN BREATHING HEAVILY)

-Harper?

-HARPER: Hmm?

Go down on him.

(BOTH MOANING)

(YASMIN BREATHING HEAVILY)

No. No, I'm not into it.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES

IN DISTANCE) ♪

I'll see you on Monday.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(SIGHS)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-(PHONES RINGING)

(GUS CLEARS THROAT)

I didn't get the job.

They said I was too...

hubristic.

Did they actually use that word?

So, what are you gonna do?

I'm really not sure.

(PHONES RINGING)

Are you still wearing your tux?

-Yeah.

-(PHONES RINGING)

I had your kind of weekend.

-(LAUGHS)

-Get the fuck in. (LAUGHS)

(SIGHS) I've got some

spare shirts in my locker.

Code's 6969.

(SCOFFS)

DARIA: Okay, uh...

I'm sorry to do this here,

as it's slightly awkward,

but it's gotten back to me

that you openly discussed

your comp.

It's not important how I know.

I just know.

Well, I--

I wasn't bragging about it.

Who told you? Yasmin?

Doesn't matter.

But you can imagine

what people are saying.

What are people saying?

DARIA: Look, Harper,

I don't have any favorites.

Maybe you were Eric's,

but that's no way

of managing people.

Pierpoint are going to ask

for the surplus 25k back.

-What?

-Don't worry.

We pay it out as a loan,

so you won't get taxed on it.

Well, you-- you can't do that!

I earned that money.

Besides, what if I spent it?

You spent 25,000 pounds?

Yes, I sent 25 home to my mom.

Okay. Well, you still have 25

you can pay back then.

Well, that's fucking ridiculous!

Where does that money even go?

Back into the budget.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

This way.

Ah, yes. My second and third

favorite women in the city,

and I'm not gonna tell you

which is which.

DARIA: You ready to talk

about how you're positioned?

Right. The only thing I want

to be positioned for

is when Trump opens

another camp

and sticks all the short-sellers

in with the Mexicans.

And then at least I'll know

that we're going higher!

Now, do you mind if I piss

before we get personal?

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(DOOR SQUEAKS, CLOSES)

(DOOR OPENS)

-(TOILET FLUSHES)

-(DOOR UNLOCKS)

(WATER RUNNING)

HARPER: I'm not sure

Daria's looking out for me,

but I hope you will.

(SIGHS)

Didn't she introduce us, Harper?

Yeah, funnily enough,

I remember.

Can I count on your name

next to mine,

because I really

don't wanna go home.

Does thinking

in these absolute terms

all the time not exhaust you?

Do you actually think

that I'm good at my job?

I don't know you, Harper.

Now, is there anything else

I can do for you?

You can apologize.

(LAUGHING)

Sorry. (LAUGHING)

You've-- you've found

your conscience

in the toilet, have you?

(BREATHES SHARPLY) Yeah,

it's funny how you ignore it

when you need my money.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

I'm sorry, Harper.

(SNIFFS) There.

I am absolved.

You are now cleansed.

Lily-white.

(DOOR OPENS)

I think this meeting's moot.

Yes, this is a moot meeting.

We won't be trading

with Pierpoint anymore.

Thank you, ladies.

What happened in there?

Nothing.

(SCOFFS) I'm sick of your lies,

Harper. It's a pattern.

Isn't it?

-(ELEVATOR DINGS)

-And a pattern makes a person.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC FADES) ♪

Uh, sorry about the voicemail.

(CHUCKLES)

What voicemail? Oh, Christ.

I don't listen to those.

-Oh.

-HILARY: Uh, look,

I know this is all a bit

Michael Clayton,

you know,

needlessly clandestine.

Uh, but as we're all

painfully aware,

everything's monitored.

HILARY: This is a transcript

of your Instant Bloomberg

messages.

Don't ask me why

I spent two hours

of my weekend re-reading these,

but after that business

with the Tash article...

Actually, you know,

my wife doesn't allow

"partial journalism"

in the house anymore,

which, as you can imagine,

leaves me

with the square root of,

you know, nothing.

Have a read

of the highlighted sections.

(SLURPS DRINK)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONES RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC FADES IN) ♪

-What happened?

-I retired.

They retired me.

Involuntary redundancy.

The golden bullet.

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

(HARPER TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

HARPER: Sure.

Millennium were there.

I need the structure.

-(PHONE RINGING)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Please, don't make me beg.

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

Let me get my things.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CLATTERING)

(CLATTERING CONTINUES)

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

(IN SCOTTISH ACCENT)

Years boxed up in seconds.

DARIA: Hi, uh,

this is Daria from Pierpoint.

I was wondering...

if I could speak

to Stacy McCraig, please.

(DOOR THUDS)

DARIA: Yeah, uh,

I just wanted to run through

some of the VTFs

that my traders had forwarded

to your, um, company?

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

HILARY: The words

"charlie" and "brass" came up

a number of times

in your conversation

with Maxim at Silver Kite.

-Okay.

-Certain words and phrases

automatically ping,

and then it gets elevated.

Don't worry.

I've read the context.

-(SIGHS)

-HILARY: I know you were talking

-about dog names...

-(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

...and, uh, kitchen fittings?

-Mm-hmm.

-(HILARY BREATHES SHARPLY)

I guess the system thinks

you meant "cocaine"

and, you know, "hookers."

-Which, of course, you didn't.

-No. I didn't-- No.

But... these conversations

did provide some...

should we say,

insight into your relationship

with certain people

working on our desk.

(SIGHS) Obviously, as a boss,

I have been a tad neglectful.

Mea culpa.

But we need to need to flesh out

the seriousness of this,

because on some levels,

this is really very serious.

But again, the gravity...

is as grave...

as you make it. Do you follow?

I'm not sure I do. Sorry.

As your boss...

I'm telling you

you have the option

to formalize this.

Person to person...

I don't see where that gets you.

Somebody with your spirit

and talent,

drive, you know, you--

you wanna have a career here.

What talent do you mean?

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

HILARY: You know.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-(CUTLERY CLINKING)

If I say something...

would it count against me?

(CHUCKLES)

On RIF?

Every option's open to you.

And...

I will support you regardless.

I just wanted to apologize

for the fact

that I let it come to this.

(CLICKS TONGUE) For me...

it's a... (CHUCKLES)

(IN AMERICAN ACCENT)

...a learning experience.

(LAUGHS)

(IN ENGLISH ACCENT)

But for you...

it doesn't have to be

a defining one.

We're all a team.

(VOICE ECHOING) Aren't we?

♪ ("BELIEVE"

BY OKAY KAYA PLAYING) ♪

♪ No matter how hard I try ♪

♪ You keep pushing me aside

And I can't break through ♪

♪ There's no talking to you ♪

♪ I'm so sad

That you're leaving ♪

♪ It takes time to believe it ♪

♪ After all is said and done ♪

(CAMERA CLICKS)

♪ You'll be the lonely one ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Do you believe

In life after love? ♪

♪ I can feel something

Inside me say ♪

(COIN RATTLES)

♪ I really don't think

You're strong enough, no ♪

♪ Do you believe

In life after love ♪

-(SIGHS)

-(BUTTON BEEPS)

♪ I can feel something

Inside me say ♪

♪ I really don't think

You're strong enough, no ♪

♪ But I know

That I'll get through this ♪

♪ 'Cause I know

That I am strong ♪

♪ No, I don't need you anymore ♪

♪ No, I don't need you anymore ♪

♪ No, I don't need you anymore ♪

♪ No, I don't need you anymore ♪

♪ Do you believe

In life after love? ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪