All language subtitles for Industry S02E01 - Daddy.eng

♪ ("YAWN" BY BULLION PLAYING) ♪

(ELECTRIC TOOTHBRUSH WHIRRING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-No.
-(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

♪ Yawn ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ROBERT SPEARING: See you later.

♪ Yawn ♪

♪ You'll sleep another day ♪

♪ Yawn ♪

♪ You'll sleep another day ♪

(MOANS)

♪ Yawn ♪

(SWIMMER COUGHING)

♪ (SONG STOPS) ♪

-(DOOR CLOSING)
-(JESSE BLOOM SIGHS)

Is the pool free?

Uh, one other lady. Soaking.

Oh. Not ideal.
Hell is other people, right?

(HARPER STERN CHUCKLES)

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

NEWS REPORTER: That was
billionaire investor Jesse Bloom

talking at a digital conference
to private equity investors

and investment bankers
this week,

about his latest wager
on what he believes

will be a rough stretch
for American Corporations,

due to the economic hit
brought by the coronavirus...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ERIC TAO: Harp,
you still on the line?

-HARPER: Yeah.
-ERIC: How many hours

are you spending away
from your rig?

HARPER: Hey. What are we doing
about sales credits

on this Rican deal?

I just feel like
I've really kept

the relationship
with Felim ticking.

So, I was thinking
that we could go halves?

Trickle-down economics.

That presupposes
that I'm beneath you. (CHUCKLES)

Let's discuss that tomorrow.
You need to come in.

Everyone's back in the office.

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

-ERIC: I lost you.
-HARPER: Yeah. Sorry,

it's super temperamental.

ERIC: How many weeks' grace
have I given you,

while people have been trickling
back in?

-I'm not gonna keep asking.
-HARPER: I--

ERIC: You've been out
long enough.

You know
that I'm better placed here.

It is better for me to be here,
I don't know that I can--

You're invisible where you are,
and trust me,

from tomorrow morning,
you don't want to be invisible.

What's tomorrow morning?

ERIC: New York is sending over
some emissary.

-HARPER: What, to "spy" on us?
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)

ERIC:
Usually they run it past me

when they add headcount
to my desk.

It doesn't smell good.

A year is too long
to be on your own.

-Tomorrow please.
-(SIGHS)

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Floor eight.
Doors opening.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey.

RISHI RAMDANI: Listen, I know...

(TOILET FLUSHING)

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

(YASMIN KARA-HANANI
CLEARS THROAT)

Did you change your number?

I've had the same number
since I was nine.

Can't remember the last time
I pissed in public. (CHUCKLES)

I'd advise
using one of the cubicles.

Germaphobe?

No.

Okay, look.
I just wanna be cordial.

I don't want any issue
that we have,

to affect our work.

We don't have an issue.

Welcome back.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

-Bitch.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Cunt.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

SPEAKER:
This balding bureaucrat has made
zero dollars of profit...

BILL ADLER:
Despite trading flows

and volumes booming,
I think we're still prudent

to lean out our operation,
while the going's good.

Cost cutting in good times is--
is doubly wise to my mind,

and again, frankly,
we'll be looking

to subsume either New York CPS
into London CPS or vice versa.

Trading from home has shown us,
we can do more with less.

Sorry. Daniel Van Deventer.

BILL: My apologies.
Dan is an Executive Director,

joining you from CPS New York.

-New York by way of New Haven.
-Sorry. Uh, who subsumes who?

I've, uh, missed you, Eric.

Good to see you again, Danny,
but I'm talking

to your boss here.

Daniel's worryingly young
for someone I trust so much.

I'm telling you,
if-- if you take the best minds

and mouths away from the point
of execution in London,

you are out of your mind.

The contrast between
our COVID-era profits

and the absolute hell
of mom-and-pop shops

on Main Street
couldn't be starker.

Now, it may be an idea,

to leave your Pierpoint insignia
gym bags behind

next time you go to whatever

black cod serving enclave
is now de rigueur.

So, the mothership wants us
to stay classy?

BILL: Just be considerate.

If you don't mind me asking,
how do we protect ourselves?

BILL: Might as well say
what you are all thinking.

Production. The people covering
the biggest accounts

and those bringing
in new clients.

Your worth at the firm
is who you know outside the firm

and how those relationships
are monetized.

DANIEL VAN DEVENTER:
Guys, this is just the reality.

We know we operate
as a team, right?

Fleet of boats on the same tide.

Okay. Oh, joy.

DANIEL: Okay, there he goes.

All right, team, I've got

bullying and harassment training
all day.

Hopefully,
I'll pick up some tips.

Really looking forward
with working with all of you.

-Have a good day.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

It took me a while
to find my feet,

before I got a bit more
established.

How've you found
your first few weeks

-on the desk?
-Oh, what I expected.

I just think of Foreign Exchange

as a bureau de change
with pretensions.

I actually applied
for the CPS desk.

It's got a good reputation
on the street.

YASMIN: Yeah, unfounded.

Joking, obviously.
It's a stellar team.

There is nothing more useless
than Rishi's daily update.

He's never knowingly correct
about the market.

CPS are living
on reputation alone.

Nobody knows who's driving
the car there anymore anyway.

No wonder New York
is on to them.

-Hope it doesn't affect us
-They're close-knit.

RISHI: Yo! Does anyone know
what a fucking SPAC is?

One way of putting it.

Or you could just call them
a bag of cunts!

(SCOFFS) I think that word's
pretty unacceptable.

Unless you really love
the person, right?

So, Howard Stern.

You're welcome back
to the party. Not here.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ERIC: Why were you late?

Oh, I was just hyping myself up.

Can you get me a coffee?
Only if you're getting one.

-Oh, I wasn't.
-You'll want one eventually.

-I can go out.
-Harper's getting me one.

Sure.

And, Bob,
don't think I've not noticed

you haven't made
a single outgoing call

since we've been back. I know,

you've been dealing
with incoming.

You're not just a catcher,
you're a pitcher.

You were in that meeting.

Look, breathe on your hand.

-(EXHALES)
-(EXHALES)

ERIC: See?
You're alive after all.

I was just doing
my digest email.

Nobody-- (CHUCKLES)
Nobody reads that email.

It's getting denser
than Dostoyevsky. And less fun.

S&P up one percent.
Ten-year, boring. Dollar, lower.

A digest is meant
to be digestible!

Hello. Oh, you wanna speak
to the infamous Bob?

Putting you through now.
They wanna speak to Robert Ford.

That you?
The coward Robert Ford?

I'm not scared.

Go to the dormant client list

and call
the least active account.

(RISHI CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

Today.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(RISHI CONTINUES CHATTING
INDISTINCTLY)

-Hey. Who's sitting here?
-New York said keep it empty.

HARPER: What, for the new stiff?

Hey, can we circle back
on that sales credit convo?

Hey, how about that coffee?

(IN SPANISH)

MAXIM ALONSO:
(OVER PHONE, IN ENGLISH)
My parents got stuck

in Saint-Tropez.
So ensconced themselves

in some villa
at some inordinate price,

but I'm sure they are yet
to fully mentally contend with.

-The food is vile.
-Yeah, at 60 quid a crudité

at Cinquante Cinq,
it's hard to go wrong.

Personally, I'm very proud
of the fact

I went to two media-confirmed
super-spreader events

and managed
not to catch anything.

MAXIM: Ah, the blessings
of privilege. It's like a halo.

Yeah, it's better than any mask.

RISHI: Oh, is that soy?

Yo, Stern, didn't you back up
Nicole at Mallon Mercer?

Honestly, don't waste your time.

Your buddy Yasmin's talking
to that fund outta Brevan.

Jump on and show him
you're a more sophisticated

touch point into our offering.

Are we stepping across
FX accounts?

Fleet of ships on the same tide?

Let's make sure
we're the biggest boat.

Are you worried that New York
is outperforming us?

Hook into that call with FX.
Today, please.

RISHI: Is anyone here
young enough to give a fuck

about meme stocks?

'Cause people keep asking me
about 'em!

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

MAXIM: (OVER PHONE)
Look, Yas, this may be our last

professional phone call.

-Why is that?
-MAXIM: I'll explain more later.

Yeah, I know it's a bit rogue
to have a party on a weeknight,

but a career
doesn't blow up every day.

Hi, Maxim, this is Harper Stern
from Cross Product.

(MAXIM SPEAKING SPANISH)

HARPER: (SPEAKING ENGLISH)
I just wanted
to let you know that, um,

we are very much here,
if you need any flow

or color-slash-currency ideas
from the CPS end.

(MAXIM SPEAKING SPANISH)

(IN ENGLISH) Uh, no.
But I shouldn't be surprised.

Maxim, as you know,

the layup trade
over the past 12 months

has been selling
the dollar and...

MAXIM: And?

HARPER: And...

YASMIN: And?

(CHUCKLES)

(MAXIM SPEAKING SPANISH)

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(KEY CLACKING)

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

-(IN ENGLISH) Can I help you?
-Did I do something funny?

(RISHI SCOFFS)

No. But, uh...

I'm amused. (CHUCKLES)

I'm sorry,
do we have a fucking problem?

Uh, Harper, I think about you

less than I think
about climate change.

Actually, do you want
a guided tour

of your irrelevancy to me?

Yeah? Okay, let's do that.

(CLEARS THROAT)

My problem is that
we've had an empty seat

on this fucking desk,
since the rest of us came back.

Now, I'm glad
you've had the shame

to execute through other traders
during your extended vacay.

Does that mean
when I ask you for a price now,

you're not gonna give me
a price?

Fuck no, that privilege
is reserved for people

who actually
fucking work here, Harper.

I put in 12-hour days.

Drifting around a hotel suite,
brewing coffee,

and attacking yourself
does not make a job of work.

You're only God in your own head

because none of us
see it on the tape.

None of it is monetized.

You gonna let him talk
to me like that?

RISHI: Go on, run to Daddy.

Let him? I'm not your keeper.

I shouldn't have to listen in
to your calls

to make sure
you can do your job.

Well, maybe
I'm your fucking keeper.

-We should remember that.
-(SCOFFS) Okay.

Off the desk, right now.

(SCOFFS)

RISHI: Oh, they're off

for another one
of their secret powwows.

Like some
Jeremy Kyle level shit.

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

WORKER: The truth is you can
only really appreciate...

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(TELEPHONES RINGING)

YASMIN:
It's kind of an unwritten rule

that the grad gets lunch
for the desk in FX.

Since when?

Sorry, I should have warned you.

Don't worry, you'll get used
to dimming your light.

I just don't think
that's what I'm here to do.

It sets a precedent.

Jackie, do you need help
backing up any of your accounts?

Venetia, so, let me tell you
something for free.

Um, you need to get everyone
on side early.

There is a system.

HILARY WYNDHAM:
Please be cognizant

of the potential droplet area.

I don't think it's appropriate

that the junior person
on the desk get the lunches.

WYNDHAM: All right.

I think it's important we try
and break the cycle. Don't you?

Yeah, absolutely. (CHUCKLES)

VENETIA BERENS: I actually have
a friend from Merton
who just started at Millennium.

I don't think
your taking care of yourself.

How is that your business?

When it's literally my business,
that's how.

I told you this worked better
when I was at home.

You were rotting in that room.

Rishi's phrasing's uncouth,

but the person
I've been speaking to

over the phone,
on Zoom, whatever the fuck,

isn't who I hired.

You're passive, you're sloppy.
New York will notice.

They can't not with new eyes
on the desk.

As much as we do this job
over the phone,

there's no substitute
for being up in a client's face,

up in a trader's face,
seeing the whites of their eyes.

The bit that makes sense,
about this job, is living it.

So, you can go back
to the hotel, opt out of life.

Or be the Harper I know.
The Harper who bangs on doors.

Man, why are you preaching
to me like this?

You need to work
on your fucking anger.

(CHUCKLES)

And bury the hatchet
with Rish, please.

Sure. Happy fucking families.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER TELEVISION)

-(TELEPHONE RINGING)
-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

-Can I have a second?
-HARPER: Yeah.

Look, I need you
to do something for me.

The firm now offers an--

-an in-house service...
-♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

...for...

issues...

mood.

The more mental side
of your health.

Since we all came back.

I know you don't think
that I need that.

It would behoove us
for you to go.

It would behoove us?
Why-- (CHUCKLES)

Why are you talking
to me like that?

What difference does it make,
if it's corporate diktat

or if I actually care?
I'm your manager.

-I'm managing you.
-So, you're covering your ass?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Sorry.

Have you ever gone
to speak to them?

Third floor.
I'm told it's all confidential.

RISHI: Can't we make do
on a bit of Fat Les?

(SINGING) ♪ Vindaloo, vindaloo
Vindaloo, vindaloo, na-na ♪

(CHUCKLES) All right, fine.

You have to make sure your dad
doesn't do his sub-UKIP

"amusing Indian voice"
in the speech.

(CHUCKLES) I'm teasing--
I'm teasing you.

All right. Love you. Bye.

'Night.

♪ (PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

He's engaged.

Distracted.

You should come
to his engagement drinks.

-He told me to invite you.
-No, he didn't.

-You don't have to lie to me.
-Well, you work here,

and they're effectively
team drinks, so.

Plus, you need to meet his bird.

Okay, what are we
talking about here?

-Posh enough to podcast.
-HARPER: Ooh, tell me more.

Or don't. (CHUCKLES) No, do.

(CHUCKLES) It's like
one of those podcasts

that tells other
upper middle-class women,

-what to read and--
-How to feel.

-Right.
-(ROBERT CHUCKLES)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

All right, fuck it.
Maybe I'll go.

But, like, from
an anthropological perspective.

Yeah, sure. It's the right idea.

I can't believe
that you neglected to tell me

that fucking Rishi is engaged.

-It's work, innit?
-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

♪ (WONDROUS SYNTH
MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

YASMIN: What do we think,
two-gram line

or one gram line?

RAY: Twice midweek. Largie.

-It's never all for me.
-RAY: New post code.

-A friend's party.
-(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Oh, sorry, this--
this isn't a cab. (CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) I should hope not.

I really hope you're here
for the same reason I am.

RAY: This is as close
as I come south of for one.

Oh, I don't blame you.
I'm about to Captain Cook

it over Waterloo Bridge myself.

I'm headed that way.

Maybe we should operate
a buddy system?

You've seen that film,
The Descent? No?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Uh, can I get one on tick?

Actually, who fucking carries
cash these days?

-RAY: Just gone cashless.
-CELESTE PACQUET: Oh, amazing.

Well, uh, put hers on mine.
It's just easier.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

Thank you.

Something to get through
a work night.

I might meet a client.
Selling myself as always.

♪ ("GOOD LIFE" BY INNER CITY
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS) ♪

I'm not stalking you,
I'm really not.

Technically,
you got into my car.

(CELESTE SPEAKING FRENCH)

YASMIN: How do you know Maxim?

He's introduced me
to a lot of clients.

YASMIN: What kind of clients?

A lot of people here
use my services.

Services?

Well, that's one way
to mourn a career.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. (GIGGLES)

CELESTE: I'm sure
I'll bump into you again, huh?

Oh, Yasmin, estás aquí!

♪ (SONG CONTINUES) ♪

-Hola.
-YASMIN: Hola.

Glad you could make it. (KISSES)

Maxim, what is all of this for?

Oh, my beloved Silver Kite
has blown up!

My fund is no more!

And yes, that means
you've lost your largest client.

Right.

Wow. (CHUCKLES)

I guess this means
the world really is ending.

MAXIM: Oh, it's already ended.

So, tonight, we're gonna give it
a fucking good nudge.

Grab the moment,
it's been a long year,
but still peng.

You twat.

-♪ (MUSIC ENDS ABRUPTLY) ♪
-(JENNY MOANING)

(PANTING)

JENNY: Are you close?

Do you want me to be louder
or something?

(MOANS LOUDER)

JENNY: You're nothing
like your profile.

Are you in recovery
or something?

Sober dates are basically
corporal punishment.

(CHUCKLES)

JENNY: Does that happen a lot?

-It wasn't you.
-I didn't think it was.

Can you get me an Uber?

I think I deserve a Lux,
actually.

♪ ("ATLANTA"
BY DJ TENNIS PLAYING) ♪

-♪ (SONG ENDS ABRUPTLY) ♪
-Oh, God.

This feels transgressive
for a work-night.

But I just lost
my biggest client, so fuck it.

(SNORTS)

This basically is my job.
You know, entertaining.

Look, I really don't want this
to sound like an insult.

Because, honestly,
it's a compliment. I--

It's probably a million times
more interesting

than what I do for a living.
So, um... (SNIFFS)

But I just feel
like I have to ask.

-What's it like? (CHUCKLES)
-Uh.

You know, doing...

being, um...

a sex worker, right?
Sex pro-- sex professional?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Um, I'll tell you
what my job is like,

if you tell me
why you're so sure

yours isn't as interesting.

Oh, well, um... (SNIFFS)
...I work in a bank. (CHUCKLES)

Something called
Foreign Exchange Sales,

it's about as sexy
as it sounds. At Pierpoint.

So, um,

what are your clients like?
(CHUCKLES)

You know, they are
high net worth individuals.

-♪ (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Families.

-Families?
-Uh-huh. (CHUCKLES)

Families! Wow.

Oh, my God.
I fucking love this song.

I was behind the decks

when Solomon dropped it
at Boneca.

Do you want to dance with me?

YASMIN: What, the Goldman CEO?

♪ ("INNER LIGHT" BY ELDERBROOK
& BOB MOSES PLAYING) ♪

♪ You don't know how to
Get it on the floor ♪

♪ Then don't hold back
For anyone ♪

♪ Close your eyes ♪

♪ Just follow the inner light ♪

♪ You count on me ♪

♪ You count on me ♪

-♪ You count on me ♪
-(SNIFFS)

♪ You count on me ♪

♪ I can fly ♪

♪ I can breathe ♪

♪ And learn to sing ♪

♪ Like do-re-mi ♪

-(YASMIN SNORTS)
-♪ So you wanna dance ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ And you wanna be ♪

♪ A bat out of hell ♪

♪ Follow my lead ♪

♪ (SONG FADES) ♪

I overdid it.

MAXIM: Oh, God, I am getting
too old for this.

No such thing.

But I am so glad you two,
beautiful women connected.

That was always my intention.

-You two ever crossed at work?
-Excuse me? (CHUCKLES)

Celeste is an MD at Pierpoint.
Private Wealth Management.

CELESTE: I look after
high net worth individuals.

Wealthy people who don't know
what to do with their money.

Not professional investors
like you're used to.

Oh, my God! (CHUCKLES)
Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. Uh--

-CELESTE: Don't worry.
-(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)

It was just too much fun
playing with you.

This is Yasmin Kara-Hanani.

Fuck, fuck.
The publishing heiress.

Oh, God. Don't call me that.

That's what Tatler used
to call me. (CHUCKLES)

MAXIM: Yeah,
well I've unsubscribed.

I've been trying
to lure your father

into Pierpoint for years.

MAXIM: Yeah, well, no dice.
My family's been managing

her family's money
for generations.

Oh, well. If you ever fancy
a change of scene,

I'm on the twelfth floor.

-Bonne nuit, vous deux.
-Bonne nuit.

You know I now work for you?

Yeah, I've gone to work
for Papa.

Managing your father's money.

Your money.

You're not supposed
to fuck people who work for you.

Are you coming onto me?

Well, the thing is...

everyone else
who's interesting has left.

-♪ (MUSIC ENDS ABRUPTLY) ♪
-(MOANS, BREATHING HEAVILY)

-(BOTH MOAN)
-Come on.

(MOANS, BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MAXIM MOANING)

♪ (MELODIOUS POP SONG PLAYING) ♪

♪ Give it up
Give your heart to me ♪

♪ And I wanna know ♪

♪ Why you're torturing me ♪

♪ I need to know... ♪

Hi. This is well done,
I ordered medium.

We're not allowed
to serve medium

in the City of Westminster.

Since when?

Are you new? (SCOFFS)

What kind of service is that?
What kind of service is that?

(HARPER CHUCKLING)

I think that's mine.
Um, well done.

I-- I mean, the meat,
not your performance, um--

Can we get her another one.
And me too.

Um, personally I don't like
to bite down and taste blood

but there's no accounting
for taste.

Even more deceased
than that if you can swing it.

There is something
undeniably comforting

about the dependability
of a four-star chain hotel.

(CHUCKLES)

Cookie-cutter burger,
piss-water beer.

You know where you are.

Hmm. And where's that, 1985?

(CHUCKLES)

-Okay.
-(CHUCKLES)

-It grounds me.
-Hmm.

Yeah. It's low-key.

Anonymous?

And why would I want that?

I don't know.

You know what they say about...

flying close to the sun,
gives off a lovely light.

Yeah. Well...

sometimes it's nice
to just disappear.

HARPER: Can I get another
beer, please? Thank you.

I'll have another, too.

I drink too much
when I'm in the UK.

Why not? National pastime.

JESSE: I've just moved here.

Got a 19-year-old who refuses
to go to college in the US.

-♪ (SONG FADES) ♪
-It's his own kind of rebellion.

He's, um,
he's a bit of a stranger.

I don't know why
I'm telling you that.

Uh, if not me, then who?

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

JESSE: Put hers on my room.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, I got it, thank you.

(HARPER CHUCKLING)

JESSE: Stuck in limbo.
What's your excuse?

Hmm.

-Purgatory.
-JESSE: Hmm.

My advice, don't wait for others
to pray for you.

MAXIM: I feel a bit dirty.

Don't overthink it.
I have literally never

thought about it before tonight.

You know, I don't get why
you're not more successful

at work.

You should be more like this.

What? Nude?

No, comfortable.

Trauma. (CHUCKLES) I guess.

Yeah.

I thought I was doing all right,
but, um,

-today's been a bit weird.
-What do you make of Celeste?

Yeah, I know I can't help you
directly in your career anymore,

but I thought I'd grease
the wheels with a connect.

In case you ever think
of an internal move.

I don't need you to daddy me.

Your daddy
doesn't even daddy you.

Let's not tell our mothers.

What do you know
about Jesse Bloom?

Mr. COVID?

Just moved to London.

He did better
out of this disaster

than any man on earth.

He bought a wedge
of CDS insurance

before real pandemic hysteria.

Went on CNBC,
predicted the apocalypse,

made the market tank,
made his CDS double.

Sold his CDS.

Reinvested four fucking yards
in blue chip equities,

at bargain basement prices.
That was the Ackman trade.

No, that was the Bloom trade.

Ackman followed him into it.

♪ (CONFIDENT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Checkered reputation.

What do you think Bloom paid
in premiums to hold it?

Guess around, 30 million dollars
to Goldman.

Imagine if that had been you.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Floor eight.
Doors opening.

You know the theory
about the giant squid?

That it really exists?

It-- it does?

Have-- have you had a chance
to get to the third floor,

to Pierpoint services?

I don't see
how that's any of your business.

DANIEL: No, I love Eric,
he fucking hired me.

But the guys who act
the most infallible

are usually the most fallible.

ERIC: Hmm. Poster boy thinks
he's a made man now.

Wasn't expecting them
to send someone so young.

-You're barely pubescent.
-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

(CHUCKLES) Eric, buddy!

Oh, man,
a fresh start across the pond.

Hey, the white hair, it--
it really suits you.

It wasn't a choice.

I'm surprised
they haven't lovingly
bumped you upstairs yet.

(CHUCKLES)
A corner office is a coffin.

DANIEL: True.

Oh, hey.
Uh, Daniel Van Deventer.

My friends call me DVD
or Blu-ray.

Sorry, lame joke, but hopefully,

not irrefutable grounds
for crucifixion.

No, but addressing my soldiers
without me is.

Oh, so what does that make me,
like a capo?

Yeah,
and I'm capo di tutti capi.

-Boss of all bosses.
-(DANIEL CHUCKLES)

I figure that's Adler.
Which is why I'm here.

Uh, look, this merger.

Sounds like an attempt
to juniorize London.

What are you, Gary Glitter?
'Cause to my knowledge,

I'm not a 12-year-old Thai girl.

-(CHUCKLES)
-DANIEL: Look, um,

nobody's keeping a rap sheet.
But we, uh, well, we could say

most consider London
an overnight execution desk

for the US.

And we could say Brexit
makes the Frankfurt office

more relevant now.

And, uh, well,
we also could say,

London drinks too much
and leaves too early.

But none of us
are saying that. (CHUCKLES)

Nobody's made a decision yet.

It could be New York
or it could be London.

Can we guarantee our safety?

Funny enough, dude,

you pick up the phone,
and you dial.

It's the usual.
Right? Since time immemorial.

We need to produce.

Starts with Rican Healthcare
this week.

That's my block. My client.

Hey, Eric, I'm, uh,
glad you got Felim back.

Harp, we've got breakfast
with Felim tomorrow,

to make sure he doesn't have
any last-minute shakiness,

about anchoring the Rican deal.

Does anyone at Pierpoint have
a relationship with Jesse Bloom?

Does anyone cover him
on the street?

You truly have taken leave
of your faculties.

You'll be taking a KFC
to Raoul Moat next.

Moaty, it's Harper!

(CHUCKLES)

DANIEL: He's, uh,
he's uncoverable.
Nobody even knows where he is.

Oh, shit. I've got a meeting
with BlackRock. Eric!

You look like George Clooney,
man, great.

Fair.

Jesse Bloom just moved
to London.

George Clooney looks like me.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

ERIC: Felim, you're getting
Rican at a discount.

So the upside, we can sell
quickly at a premium.

And Dooling is saying

it's a potential
acquisition target.

(LINE RINGING)

ERIC: When was the last time
you lost money trading

a block with me?

-NICOLE CRAIG:
(OVER PHONE) Hello?
-Nicole.

Hi. It's Robert Spearing
from Pierpoint.

NICOLE: What could anyone from
that institution possibly want?

Uh-- uh, to talk markets,
the old game.

You feeling bulled up,
or is the old bear rousing

from her slumber? (CHUCKLES)

NICOLE: Sorry,
why are you talking like a cunt?

Yeah, I'm in the habit
of avoiding people

who talk like cunts.

Yet life's made a habit
of throwing them my way.

Sorry, I-- Sorry, who are you?

Robert. Spearing.
Your new broker at Pierpoint.

NICOLE: Right, okay,
my broker isn't pompous enough

to tell me his surname

like it's already worth
something to me.

Yes. I agree.

Um-- (LAUGHS)

Uh, that was quite, uh,
quite risible from my side.

NICOLE: Quite what?

Qui-- Um...

Quite-- quite risible?

NICOLE: Yeah, okay.
Look, why don't you call me

when you know who you are
and who you're talking to.

-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (TENSE SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

HILARY: I'm quietly disturbed
by how glad I am to see you.

KENNY KILBANE:
Oh, it's good to see you too.

It is-- it's good to be back.

-Psychopath.
-JACKIE WALSH: Absolutely.

-KENNY: Yeah.
-JACKIE: Yeah.

KENNY: How are you,
you all right? Yeah?

JACKIE: Yeah, not too bad.
Not too bad. Yourself?

KENNY: Yeah, good.
Good to be back.

Good to be here. Um, thank you.

I have got about 10,000
client requests already.

You can never really leave,
can ya?

(GROANS)

"I knew myself
only after I destroyed myself.

And only
in the process of fixing myself,

did I know who I really was."

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

They said
you might not come back.

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

In recovery, they teach you
the blander the platitude,

the sharper the truth
it reveals.

Obviously, "I'm sorry"
is implicit in what I'm saying,

but I just wanted to thank you
for your small part

that you played,
in helping me see who I was.

This doesn't feel like
an appropriate setting for this.

Well, I can't exactly take you
for a drink, can I? (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

KENNY: Are you--
are you feeling okay?

Yeah, why?

It's just you look like
you had a big night.

Take it from me.
Help is hard to ask for,

but when you do, it...

-it'll change your life.
-(CHUCKLES)

I'm here to talk.

VENETIA: It's so great
to meet you finally.

Ah, the brilliant new grad!
Heard loads about you.

-Welcome back.
-Thank you very much.

Venetia, I'm ready
to hear your idea.

Um, can we do it in ten?

No, no time
like the present. Start.

(VENETIA CLEARS THROAT)

I like the idea of selling
dollar Brazil at these levels.

Dollar-ladyboy. Why?

VENETIA:
It's a stellar catch-up trade

if you missed
the dollar sell-off.

It lagged because
the virus ravaged Brazil,

the political response
was Trump-level appalling.

Also, hefty appetite
for emerging markets.

The Pfizer vaccine
has to be kept

at subzero temperatures.

It's not a suitable climate
for a speedy rollout.

Well, actually,
they're using AstraZeneca.

So?

(CHUCKLES)
What do you mean, "So?"

It-- it's implicit
in what I said.

It doesn't have
the same limitations.

Nothing's fucking implicit
about you, actually.

So, just be clearer next time.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

VENETIA:
Thank you for your time.

RISHI: Rob, you look like
the sort of goofy wanker

who buys NFTs! Any color?

Jesus.

When did you become the resident
pussy-breaker in chief?

-(SCOFFS)
-JACKIE: Come on.

You're better than that.

♪ ("BEWILDERED AND BLUE"
BY LAUREL AITKEN PLAYING) ♪

DIANA: What I love
about Roxane Gay

is that she's
really authoritative

in writing, you know,
the Other.

But then, she's not above
doing 10,000 words

on, like, Biggie Smalls.

I feel like my life's incomplete
if I don't have

her take on everything.

Have you ever read
any Ta-Nehisi Coates?

You know, he does comics now!
(CHUCKLES)

Where have you been hiding
this girl? She's fantastic.

I don't know,
why don't you ask her?

-You picked well.
-Did I?

Cheers.
I like a homely posh bird.

What the fuck
do you mean, "homely"?

You know, posh,
horsey, cut-glass accent.

Every time we bang,

I can hear
my ancestors cheering.

-(DIANA LAUGHS)
-Hmm, reverse colonization, huh?

(LAUGHS)
We're all having dinner, okay?

Uh, maybe next pandemic.

DIANA: (CHUCKLES)
Read Between the World and Me!

RISHI:
Don't fucking talk to her.

DIANA: What? She seems
like a very lovely girl.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, CHEERS)

DIANA: Oh my God! Hi!

♪ (SONG CONTINUES) ♪

Who invited you?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

♪ Sometimes I feel ♪

♪ I feel ♪

♪ I feel
Like a motherless child ♪

♪ Honey, since you left me ♪

♪ My life, my life
Nothing goes right ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm bewildered
And blue ♪

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS) ♪

ANRAJ: Yeah,
I'm doing a rotation

from wherever the client
who trained with Rishi is.

RISHI: What are you on about?

I'm a size lord,
you fucking idiot.

ANRAJ: Do you think the tone
that you take with me

is grounds for
some kind of tribunal?

RISHI: Bullying
has been eradicated

from the culture!

I've got a bit left
from last night if you fancy it.

Blow.

You want a bit of rough there,
do ya? (CHUCKLES)

-I'm all right.
-Oh, God. Don't tell me

-you've found Jesus?
-(LAUGHS)

Nah, it's nothing
as sexy as that.

I just feel like
I've struck out three times

and I'm still playing somehow,
so, you know.

Forgive me
if I leave you to it.

And I'm not making
a big statement or anything.

I'm just... leaving.

-Have a good night.
-YASMIN: Mm-hmm.

RISHI: Ask anyone at Imperial.
Because if there's nonsense

going on, they will be specked.

(DIANA LAUGHING)

(REVELLERS CHATTERING
INDISTINCTLY)

HARPER: Oh, sorry.
(CHUCKLES) Um...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

Looks like we've entered
that point of the night,

where everyone
is sort of talking

at and near each other,
rather than to each other.

-(CHUCKLES)
-Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)

At least this makes me feel
like I'm here.

Well, yeah, for better or worse,
we're here. (CLEARS THROAT)

I thought a lot about you.
You know, while I was out.

Yeah.

Yeah. I've been busy
and, you know.

People have moved on.

(SCOFFS) Great.

My bad for assuming
that you thought about anybody

-other than yourself.
-Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. (LAUGHS)

You really needed
to say that, didn't you?

Frankly, Harper,
I don't have the energy

to listen
to your fucking whining,

your bullshit,
your rationalizations.

I'm over it.

You're a black hole.

I'm a what?

There are radiators
and there are drains.

-You're a drain.
-I'm a fucking drain?

Yas, literally,
everything you have,

you have you've taken
from somewhere else.

-None of it belongs to you--
-Okay. Goodbye, Harper.

Good luck finding someone
to love you.

-Yeah?
-HARPER: Okay.

YASMIN: God, that girl's
such a fucking bitch.

What the fuck!

Hi, mate. Uh, Juno Hotel,
please. Ta.

Can't we go
to your place instead?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (MUSIC ENDS ABRUPTLY) ♪

What is wrong with you? Oh--

That's my buddy right there!
(CHUCKLES)

-JESSE: She good?
-Yeah. She'll be fine.

HARPER: (CHUCKLES)
Put me to bed, Daddy?

Just so you know,
I'm right here.

Fuck off, I'm her mate.

(HARPER GROANS SOFTLY)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

-Take your fucking suit off.
-No, no, no. No.

No. No.

(HARPER MOANS)
Take your fucking suit off.

I need you to help me.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

-You love how I suck your dick.
-Not tonight.

(GROANS SOFTLY)
Dude, I really need this.

Hmm.

I'll do all the work.

You're such a little bitch.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Fucking... toy bitch,
for bitches like Yasmin.

You don't even come any more.

What are you, like,
jerking off before we fuck?

What kind of a man are you?

Oh, fuck...

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(SIGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GROANS SOFTLY)

(COUGHS)

♪ (CALM MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Join me.

-HARPER: Thank you.
-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

(JESSE CLEARS THROAT)

-How are you feeling?
-Fine, thanks.

Why don't we cut the shit?

You've known who I am
the whole time.

Did you Google
"COVID crocodile tears"?

HARPER: You are the top hit.

-Hmm.
-Harper Stern.

I work in cross-product sales
at Pierpoint.

-I work for Eric Tao.
-JESSE: Hmm.

I love how you say that
like I'm supposed to know him.

-The only famous
salesman's Willy Loman.
-(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(CUP CLINKING)

I'm off to one of those
tedious Q&As.

At the bulge bracket townhall

on the trading landscape
post-pandemic.

Let me guess. "We are optimistic
for equity markets,

risk assets,
and indeed the economy."

-Mm-hmm.
-Useless.

JESSE: Hard concur.

I'm just gonna wear a T-shirt
that says

"Past performance
does not guarantee

-future results."
-(CHUCKLES)

Well, I'm gonna be late
to a client breakfast,

otherwise I would be there.

When you went on TV,
were you genuinely worried

about the pandemic
or were you just--

-Talking my book?
-Flying too close to the sun.

Imagine if I ever told some
salesperson the answer to that.

HARPER: Do you have
sales coverage in London yet?

JESSE: If you decide
to skip breakfast,

you know where I am.

Hey, Jesse.

You ever heard that joke?

Two lonely Americans
meet in a bar.

♪ (CONFIDENT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

JESSE: I'm watching you.

KENNY: That all sounds good.

VENETIA: Yeah, and cheers.
Thanks for the coffee.

-KENNY: I'll catch up inside.
-Yeah, sure.

KENNY: I, uh,
heard about Silver Kite.

It's always harder
losing a client

when you have
a personal relationship.

We will find a way

to cover the short fall
in commission.

Keep New York at bay, you know.

Yeah, I'm sure
you don't need my help,

but, look, I've had a ton on,
you know, since my reintegration

and I could use help
with my accounts.

I've actually got quite
a few "narpy" ones,

am I using that right?

Anyway, a life raft,
if you need it.

(LINE RINGING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
-Nicole. Hi, uh, it's Rob

from Pierpoint again. Um...

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Listen...

you're gonna have
to bear with me.

All right?
'Cause I'm very fucking nervous

and I really don't know
what I'm doing.

-Go on.
-Well...

Well, to be honest...
this is my last-ditch attempt

to actually do my job,
which, apparently, to my terror,

means making more than one
outgoing call a day.

To people who either
definitely know more than me

or have just been bred
to think they know more than me.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, that's a start.

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I didn't know
what excuse to give my desk.

We don't make excuses up here.

Sit.

FELIM BICHAN:
Is she usually late?

Nope. Well, things happen.

Things happen.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please give a big hand

for my guest, Jesse Bloom.

(APPLAUSE)

(MOUTHING) Hi.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪