All language subtitles for Succession.S02E02.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV

I'm not letting you Neanderthals
in to rape my company.

This is a deal so fucking good,
you have to take it.

Or we'll see you in court.

We need to discuss
this bear hug.

Stick or sell?

I think you should fight.
You're the one who built it all.

Oh, that is adorable.

You're always looking out
for Pops, aren't you?

I'd like to formally ask you
to come in

and be the next chief executive
of this company.

You're the one.

For now,
we need to keep this between us.

I gotta think about Tom, Gil.

Of course.

What did he say?
Where am I going?

What have you fucking landed me?
Is it huge?

Chair of global broadcast news.

ATN, baby.

Kendall and Roman will act
as co-chief operating officers.

Did you just say co-chief?

No, he's coming back?

Look what the cat dragged in.

He wanted me to tell you,
you're gonna bleed cash,

he's gonna bleed cash,
and maybe you'll kill him.

But if you don't,
he aims to kill you.

We're gonna be the number one
media conglomerate in the world.

Hear, hear.

Support us and become VIP member
to remove all ads from www.OpenSubtitles.org

Can we get in?
What's going on?

Let's go.

Let's see if he's still awake.

Is that him?

Okay. Can we yell,

"Wake up, Snow Joe!"

Wake up, Snow Joe!

There he is.

What's poppin', cum-dump?

Yeah, just enjoying
my daughter's birthday, so...

Daddy, uh,
we've tried everything.

Can they make
the wagon train go faster?

Let's-- Let's ask, yeah?

Can the wagon train
go any faster?

Uh, up to a point.

Yeah, great. Let's take it
up to that point. Thanks.

Thanks, Daddy.

The signage is for shit.

You know, still, some other
sucker's problem now.

Three months ago, I was at
a meeting about how to stop kids

giving each other handy jobs
on the runaway ghost train.

And now,
I'm about to start managing

a billion-dollar news budget,
so... It's all good.

I gave my first hand job
on the ghost train.

I have a shitty
roommate right now, so I'm...

trying to move on from that.

My friend has an open room
in her apartment.

-Oh, really?
-Yeah, I mean,

she has an issue with spores
from mold,

but I don't know. I don't know
how your lungs are with spores.

You know,
I did see one place,

uh, 600 square feet.

But it was out in Staten Island.

-What?
-I dunno if--

Cousin Greg is moving
to Staten Island?

No, no. I dunno.

Oh my God,
did you hear this?

I'm just looking
at a place out there.

Greg is getting the ferry
to work?

Check out Bryan Ferry.

Dude, why stop at the ferry?

Just come in from Cleveland
on the Greyhound.

Have you considered a hotel?

Oh, wh-- As, like, nightly,
or...?

Logan's requested your presence
in meeting room 4.

-Which?
-Both of you.

Oh. That'll be fun.

Beavis and Crackhead.

Um, Logan also asked
for you to join, too.

-Oh, really?
-Yeah.

Oh. Okay.

-You wanna take this?
-No.

Off they all go again,
marching off to Daddy.

Like Russians joining
the Brusilov Offensive.

World War I.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Right.

My focus is bringing
Waystar Royco

to its full earning potential.

-So, uh, Waystar
refused to play ball?
-Mm-hmm.

I'm assuming
they waved

a poison pill in your face

and now you're launching
a proxy battle

to replace the board.

This guy, fuckin' dildo
dipped in beard trimmings.

He's fuckin' us on TV.

And of course Pierce put him on.

Yes, we're
launching into a proxy battle

Self-righteous
fuckin' butter-wouldn't-melt,

disingenuous Pulitzer pricks.

Is Logan Roy fit

to run a 21st-century
media organization?

You recognize any of this, son?

It's from the playbook, Dad.

Oh, yes, of course,
the playbook.

Sure.

Let me just make it
very clear.

Kendall Roy
is no longer relevant.

Now, with regards
to Sandy Furness...

So...

We keep our counsel.

Dismissive.

Just lay it all out
in our proxy statement.

A hurried public response
makes us look rattled.

So let Stewy sway
all the shareholders first

while Dad sits there
with his thumb up his ass?

That's a great plan.

Hey, Shiv.

Respectfully,
we just take a beat.

Let me, uh,
put a solid pack together.

We fire back
when we have the ammo.

By which point
all the shooting's over.

No, get out now
with a salty re-frame.

This is your standard-issue
basic-bitch corporate raider

versus a fuckin' legendary
force of nature,

Hurricane Logan.

He had a fastball once, but...

Now. Today.

Karolina runs the words
past Shiv.

Yeah, Vaulter.

- Yeah. Okay.
- Vaulter. He paid too big...

-Right.
-Huge disappoi--

It's a huge disappointment.

Do you think they suckered us?

- Who, Vaulter?
- Uh-huh.

No, we went deep on that.
We-- We...

kicked the tires good.

I think we got chiseled.

Revenue projections
down and down.

I think we got screwed.

Yeah, me too. Massive fuck-up,
Ken. Huge.

Unforgivable.

Right, I want the response
out today.

I need Vaulter fixed.

All right?

So I have something to say
in my fucking investor meetings.

-Go.
-Okay. Me?

Both of you. One who fixes it...

gets a cookie.

You got it. Sure thing, Dad.

I... I just wanted to say
thank you for, um...

closing down the park for us.

Sophie...

she's having a great birthday.
She got to meet Snow Joe and...

So thank you.

Look at you, broken robot.

Can't even hug your own kids.

Yeah, I saw that, you freak.

Pinkie.

Happy?

Yeah. Smart.

Uh, let me know
if you need anything.

Bye, Marilyn.

Bye, Mondale.

You know what? I don't care.

This empty wall.

Here. I don't care
if it's incredibly gauche,

but can we not just have a big,
beautiful portrait of us

up there?

-Shiv.
-Mm?

-Too Saddam?
-Mm.

-Too Assady?
-Mm.

Okay.

-You good?
-Am I good? I am great!

I am great. I'm good.
I slept well and, uh...

Yeah, you know your thing
about us? Uh...

I think I've
contextualized it...

-It's not really a thing.
-No, no, no, sure.

I just feel like,
"Okay, you know,

if I'm the king
and you're the queen,

maybe it's fine to...

fuck the odd peasant."

-Right. Yeah.
-Because-- Because--

Big picture: our plan
is right on track.

- You know?
- Uh-huh.

And you've-- you've seen
Gil's numbers, right?

And-- And as of today,
I'm right in at ATN.

You know, belly of the beast.

So...

-Hey.
-Yeah?

You wanna bang? Right now?

Cheeky little breakfast bang.

-Oh... I'm...
-Wanna?

I'm just such in a different
mental place...

-Okay.
-...than you right now.

No, sure.

I just feel
so incredibly potent.

-Mm.
-You know?

I think it's the new place.

-Yeah.
-You know?

- I feel God-like and horny.
- Oof!

Everybody looks, like,
two feet tall to me.

Well, you know what?
Maybe--

Maybe we should split
from the thing early

tonight and, you know, we can...

- talk, and...
- Mm-hmm.

- ...everything.
- Okay!

Okay! My fave.
Strategy and a fuck.

-Okay, bye.
-Have a good one.

Bye, honey.

So cool. You know they have
their own beehive upstairs?

What is that? Is that, like,
the fucking business model?

Conflict porn and hipster honey.

Ugh.

Oh, shh.

The pretend journalists
are pretend working.

All right, Rome,
just cool it.

Let's move nice and slow here.
Yeah?

-Mm-hmm.
-Just keep it small and general.

We don't wanna spook him.

Yeah, okay. You got it.
You are in charge.

I follow your lead, fucker.

Larry Yee, King of New York!

What the fuck?

Thanks for making space, man.
I know it was last minute.

Ah, dude. Anytime.

Hey, Lawrence.

I heard you were drying out
in a Schloss,

doing shitty yoga
with hausfrau?

Right. right.

Nope.

He is back. He is back,
like a pedo on parole.

Yeah, man,
we're just here for a catch-up.

You know? Super casual,
feet on the table,

whatever the fuck.

Just, uh, just help you out.

O-- Obviously,
I'm always pleased

to get your insights,

but, like, who am I talking to?

Co...

COOs.

Who's in charge here?

My brother and I have
a joint responsibility.

You know,
we're sharing duties,

but we're on the same page
operationally. Right, Rome?

I don't know what the fuck
he's talking about.

There's just, uh,

a lot of, uh,
crackle in the air right now.

External pressures
with the proxy battle,

- that whole...
- Yeah.

So you're defusing the bomb
you planted.

Yes, precisely. See, he gets it.
He sees.

We're just here
for a routine health check.

That's all this is.

Where's this coming from?

- It's coming from us.
- It's coming from Dad.

No. What, why are we
dancing around this?

It's coming from Dad.
Dad's worried about you.

Okay.

I mean, come on,
you know how he is.

He doesn't get it. He still has
a plant out in the Philippines

manufacturing Xerox machines.

But he's fucking shrewd.

And, right now...

right now, his giant cyclops eye

is looking in this direction,
and he's feeling like

maybe he bought
a giant pile of bullshit.

So now here I am

to enquire in the politest
terms possible

what the fuck is going on.

Dad thinks maybe you fucked him.

Our numbers were solid
when you bought us,

and they're solid now.

Dude, really,
don't take it personally.

Dad thinks everyone's
fucking him.

I know you're on the level.

Help me make him see that.

What do you need?

I need metrics, I need KPIs,

and, uh, I need an office.

Me too,
I need an office as well.

Separate from his. Nicer.

It's on, me versus the Peach.

Okay, I'm gonna s--

I'm gonna swing
the old meat mallet.

I'm gonna sit on her
right out of the box.

Okay, so I could be calling

for a little bit
of the old punch-bagging,

okay, buddy?

- Uh-huh.
- Ready to play the bag?

-Y-- Yeah, yeah. Give it to me.
-Okay.

What?

What is it, Greg?

Being in at ATN, you know,
it's kinda like

the one thing
I didn't wanna do.

Oh, okay. So, what--

Should I have left you
at Parks to sink?

I mean, it's...

it's ATN, man.
It's the fuckin' news.

-I know.
-It's Logan's G-spot.

I can finger-bang him
all night long.

I'm a direct direct report.
What?

Sure, just...

ATN?

It's-- It's like...

-kind of against my principles.
-Your principles?

Greg, don't be an asshole.
You don't have principles.

Dude, ATN is a very toxic
element in the culture.

Oh, seriously? Okay, name me
one principle that you have.

I don't know, like,
I'm against racism.

Bullshit. I'm against racism.
Everybody's against racism.

What else?

-Like, don't lie.
-Fuck off.

-Like, if you're the news, you--
-Fuck off!

-That's your principle?
-Yeah, dude.

Greg, this is not fucking
Charles Dickens world, okay?

You don't go around
talking about principles.

We're all trying to do
the right thing,

of course we are.

But come on, man!

Man the fuck up!

Okay, I am manned, man.

Here comes Cyd.

Hey, Cyd! The Peach!

The legend!

Oh, Tom!

-Tom!
-Hey!

It's great to have you aboard.

I know that this is gonna be

a really productive
collaboration.

I just hope

that there's no... weirdness

with our fuzzy boundaries,
right?

Are you kidding?
If you-- If you wanna go fast,

go alone. If you wanna go far,
go together.

-Right?
-Exactly.

Yeah.

-Come meet the team.
-Amazing!

You wanna lead in there?

Oh, fuck no.

-You lead, Tommy.
-Okay.

You mind if I big-ball
the first one?

Do it! Your funeral, buddy.

Thank you, thank you.

So did he actually
even see my draft?

Uh... no.

In the end, I just thought
the draft Kelly and I did

had more, uh, goodness.

As in...?

As in it had the quality
of being good

rather than the attributes
of being shitty.

Um, just also re Kelly,
little sidebar.

Can you not tell people
about us?

Oh, but there is no us.

Right. but there was an us,
and the problem is,

my wife doesn't know about it.

Oh, but my husband
absolutely does know about it,

so I guess that's, what,
it's your problem?

We had the affair.

We didn't have the conversation

about telling people
we had the affair.

I'm sorry, Nate,
did you want a conference call

to discuss how to tell your wife
we fucked?

Thank you, everyone.

Great event. Great event.

Thank you, everyone, so much.

And the polling!

My God! I mean,
nobody's getting carried away,

just one set of numbers,

one pretty big set of numbers.
Right?

Right, so thank you.
And testament to your faith.

Thank you. Please,

indulge yourselves in some, uh,

gluten and melted cheese.
Why not?

Thank you, thank you.

Mm.

Hey, uh, how was the call?

Great. They're eating
out of my ass crack.

Offered me use of
the fucking jet on the weekend.

Uh, yeah, I mean,
the legals are wonky

and the optics are shitty, but
go ahead.

Look.

You don't look a gift Boeing
in the teeth.

Right? Right?

-No.
-I'll be so much fresher.

Excuse us for a second.
I just wanna...

Ma'am, listen.

Long road to travel
and all of that,

but the compass points
to Pennsylvania Avenue.

I have to start thinking
about appointments.

I'm thinking about
Chief of Staff.

Uh-- Oh, wow.

Yeah.

I mean,
can you imagine the look of fear

in their eyes when they
see you coming at them?

Those corpulent old white fucks.

Huh?

How's that for a carrot?

Hm?

So that's where
we shape the debate.

Ooh, cool shit.

And I love the way the debate
keeps on getting shaped

like a burning cross.

You don't share our news values.

Oh, I'm kidding.

I'm kidding. I get it.
I'm from the Midwest.

You know, my mom's friend, Deb,
weighs, like, 300 pounds,

and she's pissed as fuck
about practically everything,

so, you know, trust me,

I'm down. I get it.

Besides, what Logan wants,
Logan gets, right?

Logan doesn't set
our news agenda.

Oh.
No, of course he doesn't.

I know, it's so weird, huh?

He happens to own
a news company

and they say exactly what
he thinks.

If Logan had to tell me

or any of my news editors

what to run
or what the angle was,

we would be fucked.
That is not how it works.

This isn't mind control.

We hire people
who want to work here.

and we serve a demographic

of highly, highly intelligent
viewers,

who are really tired

of being patronized elsewhere

by latte-sipping douchebags

with hundred-dollar haircuts.

You've got the cool job title,

you've got freedom of movement.

Why don't you take a look
somewhere more comfy?

Entertainment?

'Cause this is where
the action is.

This is the profit center.

The median age of our audience
is 68.

The ads are all adult diapers
and shit pills.

Our lead in the news demo
has halved.

You know, maybe I can

lend a hand to take a look
at some of that.

You know,

he sends me one of you
every four years.

-That train is never late.
-Interesting.

And tell me,
these others that he sends,

were they his son-in-law too?

I'm curious.

Efficiencies, Cyd!
I'm here to trim the flab.

Have you told Logan this?

I spy savings, Cyd.

Oh, good, Tom.

That's very good.

Because I run
a pretty tight ship.

So...

good luck to you.

I'm sure you've got him
very, very excited.

I hope you can deliver.

Well...

Thank you very much.

And, uh, fuck you.

And, uh,
I'll catch up with you later.

Not on your dying day, baby.

Greg, I need you
on the ground.

-Oh.
-Okay?

I need you to be
my representative on earth.

I want you to-- I want you to
go on a mission for me

and body-shame ATN,

find the fat and point it out.

Yeah, like, how?

Like, find the excess, okay?

Find the extraneous Danish,
the surfeit of stationary,

the... the lazy cleaner,
the mail guy who walks slow.

Okay? Snuffle out waste,
pig man.

Okay, I'll do the penthouse,
you do the basement.

-All right?
-Yeah, yeah, you got it.

Wait, uh, which are these?

You know what? I'm not sure.

Let me go check.

Keep it coming.
Fuckin' drown him in paper.

Good night, Kendall.

Night, dude.

What's he doing?

I dunno. Reading?

Thanks, useless.

Drink your smoothie and shut up.

Actually drinking
the smoothie...

I can give you 52 seconds.

Well,
I'm in at Vaulter.

Yeah, so?

Yeah, so,
let's fucking game this out.

Roman, we are in a proxy war.

The plane has just
been hijacked,

all the engines have fallen
into the sea,

and the pilot's hair
is on fire.

Gerri, come on,
I need something.

Kendall's doing shit.

Okay, how about this:
you do shit.

What have you got?

One idea: pivot to video?

Yeah, they tried that already.

Can you just come over?
I want you in the room.

Can I come over?

Yeah. Could-- Yeah--

Fuck you!

Fuck you.

Excuse me, folks, um,
could I maybe interest you all

in going for one
of those fuckin'...

IPAs that looks like
run-off at the carwash?

Is he in the chair?

Hey, Dad?

I need three independent women.
Know any?

Uh-huh.

The board?

Be great if one
was in a fucking wheelchair.

Black, white, green, pink.

A Cambodian landmine victim,
if you know any.

Yeah, be the change
you wanna see in the world.

You're a real beacon of hope,
Dad.

Mm.

What do you think about Pierce?

Buying? PGM as a defense?

I-- Honestly, I think that's
chasing the white whale.

Again.

It's never gonna work,
it's not a good fit.

Uh-huh.

Dad, I was wondering
whether we should...

talk.

You know, about...

It wasn't a dream, right?

Are you kidding? I'm excited!

So, let's talk.

Should you go, or shall I?

Uh, well, I have some ideas
that I...

Siobhan? What a surprise.
He never said.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Just a pop-in.

Pinkie was telling me how, um...

Connor's moved into a hotel
in the city.

I saw.

He sent out his email bulletin
with all the photographs.

He rents a room,
he rents a girl.

Can you check if Richard's
turned off that fuckin' Alexa?

Not just off, unplugged.

I've got enough spies after me
without Bezos in here too.

Okay?

Right.

So...

here's how I see it.

Come in.

Six months with Gerri,
six months with Karl.

Hong Kong for, say,
another 12.

Uh, Berlin, or London.

Management training program
for six.

Come back,
spend 12 months alongside me.

And when you're ready,
I'll step aside.

Wow, Dad,
that's a lot of months.

It's an appropriate
amount of months.

Also,
management training program?

Roman's COO.

You have a toddler
with a hard-on

for chief operating officer,

and I'm going through
a management training program?

You're a young woman
with no experience.

A woman. That's a minus.

Well, of course
it's a fucking minus!

I didn't make the world!

You make a small part of it.

If that doesn't work for you,
what does?

That's a fucking--
That's a three-year timeline.

Okay.

So why don't you
come in tomorrow

and spend the day with me?

Oh, Jesus Christ, Dad.

What?

I need time,
I-- I haven't even told Tom yet.

-Tell him.
-And there's Gil.

I have a job, I can't just
come running to you.

What is it, Siobhan,
too slow or too fast?

Because I'm fucking confused.

Dad, I want this.

It's just about the process.

Okay.

Okay?

So... you wanna get into it?

Not now.

I'm busy. Proxy statement.

You didn't give me
any warning.

-All right.
-I mean, you know,

tomorrow night could work?

-That-- Yeah.
-Tomorrow?

Uh...
Yeah, let me take a look.

Oh, is that no good for you?

I'm around.

-I'm excited.
-Mm-hmm.

Me too.

I'll get back to you tomorrow...

-on the names for the board.
-Mm-hmm.

-Love you.
-I love you. Goodnight.

All right.

I haven't got all day.

Agenda is Vaulter.

We need a way forward
on the Vaulter problem

ahead of investor meetings
in two days' time.

Do you want to present jointly
or...?

Ken?

Yeah, I'll take it.

Um, so, I've spent
the last 36 hours

on a deep dive into the drivers
of the business.

Headline is, it's a body pit.

Uh, they have mass of data
with no analytics.

There's no way of telling
what's a hand and what's a foot.

But it's still
a killer business.

The platform, the brands.

Uh, ethos and culture
are leading edge.

And, um, in my view,
it's fixable.

It's funny how these fuck-ups

always make the bottom line
look fatter.

All they need
is adults in the room.

Accounting team, analytics team,

and, uh, investment.

We burn 50 million
for a few years,

we... make it the best thing
in the world.

Oh, is that all?

Well, you always say
"Gotta burn to turn."

Romulus, what's your read?

You know, it's interesting, Dad,

because I hear
everything that he's saying,

and it actually-- It almost
sounds like a good pitch.

But... I call bullshit.

I spent some time down there,
and I'm just not seeing it.

Now, I don't know
exactly what they're doing,

but they're fakes.

Fucking beehives, almond milk,
and...

"Take another week
on that report, Matilda."

It smells wrong,

and they're hiding shit.

Speaking of hiding shit,

I took a couple
of their staffers out,

I got them shitfaced,

and apparently,

they're looking to unionize,

and fucking soon.

Oh, yeah?

Pay transparency,

bargaining rights.

Just nasty, tangly shit.

And it's not a body pit,

whatever the fuck a body pit is.

It's a fucking muesli pit,

and doesn't fit with our core,
you know...

values.

So now I'm thinking
we just shutter the fucker.

Close it? That's chunky.

Come-- I mean-- He doesn't know
what he's talking about.

That's just insane.

The write-down on that would be
what? It's a bitter pill.

Come on, I mean, i-- i--
in the middle of a proxy fight

when we've got Stewy and Sandy
taking out full-page ads

in the Journal attacking us for
pissing capital up the wall?

It-- It-- I mean,
it makes us look weak.

No, it makes us look ruthless.

And actually, I do know
what I'm fucking talking about.

Dad, what the fuck
are we doing?

Show me the bloat anywhere else
in this company.

Where is it? You show me.

Show me the waste

that we're letting
these fuckers get away with.

Fine, so we restructure them
and we grow them--

I think if we don't
shutter it, then we gut it.

We carve that shit
like a pumpkin.

How?

You hive off the profit center,

you keep the domain name,
the archive,

um...

Gut level, Dad,

this thing is not coming back.
They're fuckin' assholes.

Dad.

Vaulter can be our lodestar.

Th-- This is-- This isn't
the time to retreat.

Your brother's right. Gut it.

Okay.

Roman,

I want you on the proxy battle
with Gerri.

Kendall,

you think you can
gut Vaulter for me?

Or you need help?

I'll take care of it, Dad.

Uh, you know,
when Willa told me

about moving to New York
for her play,

I thought, "Ah, I don't want
to move to the city."

"I wanna stay on the ranch.

Maybe I'll get me
a new girlfriend."

I'm kidding.

No, I mean, it's true.

It was pretty hard to wheedle
the old man out of the dessert.

But, um, we're here now

in our, um,
not-so-humble home...

hotel. Um.

But, uh, friends, family,
please,

you know, feel free
to drop in anytime,

and, um, don't worry
about all this,

'cause it's on our tab.
So...

Okay. Great.

Cheers!

Okay.

Hey, Con,
thank you so much

for taking care of the sliders
and all this shit.

Yeah, and the champagne.
It's very big of you.

And I love what you haven't done
with the place as well.

Yeah, well, you know
we got a really good deal.

And rehearsals
are right around the corner.

Plus, I needed a place
in the city

'cause I'm gonna start
ramping up soon.

So I needed
campaign headquarters.

Wait.

-You okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Are you still doing that?
-Very funny. Yes.

I'm still applying for the job

of President
of the United States.

Oh, good for you.

Yeah. Do you--

Do you think that that's
like a natural progression

from "never done
nothing, never,"

to "most important job
in the world?"

- Well...
- Like, could you maybe

get a little experience at,
like at a CVS, something, first?

Yeah, yeah, or just, like,
nickel hand jobs under a bridge.

-Start small.
-You guys have big plans for me.

Place is a time machine.

It's like 45 minutes
every time they need file tape,

all the way to some warehouse
in Queens.

Okay, so?

So, I don't know. I mean...

How come it isn't digitized?

The whole of ATN,
it's totally analog, Tom.

So I could fire people?

Correct? If we did this?
If we digitized?

I-- I mean,
you'd be removing, like,

two links from the production
chain of every show.

-But would it be--
-Okay, okay, okay.

But-- but in terms of skulls,

how many skulls,
do you think?

-That we can lose?
-Yeah.

I dunno. I-- I guess, like,
30 or 50?

Fifty skulls?

I'm slavering, pig man!

Fifty skulls is a lot of skulls!

Yeah.

I know, it's goo-- It's... tons.

Oh, look at this fuckin' prick.

Yikes, I almost
feel sorry for him.

Oh yeah? Why?

Just emptied
the contents of his scrotum

at Dad's feet.

We're gutting Vaulter.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

Is that a good idea?

Fucking great idea.

It's Kendall's baby,
and now we're gonna burn it.

Hey, um...
So, we we're thinking, uh...

me and, uh, Tabitha and I,

uh, that we'd like to have
you and Tom over for dinner.

Uh-- sorry, what? Do you--

Roman Roy, did you just
invite us to dinner?

Oh, fuck you.
All right, shut up.

Yes, I did.
Metro poser bullshit.

Napkins and chitchat.

Ooh, race relations. Kale.

Hey.

Hey.

Do you reckon
if I called room service

and asked them to poke me
in the eye, they would?

It's pretty unbearable in there.

Can I get a drag?

Yeah.

I hear Dad's got Vaulter
in a crosshair.

Roman?

He shouldn't be talking to you
about that.

Just seems like a bad move
to me.

I'm just saying,
I always liked it.

Yeah, well.

Dad's right.

Are you with him on this?

He sees everything, Shiv.

You have a hard time
finding a happy medium

between worshipping him
and wanting to kill him.

Huh?

- The Vaulter thing.
- Mm.

Gutting it.

What if it's the wrong thing?

I thought your dad
agreed with you?

Uh, yeah, he did.
And now they're doing it.

They're actually doing
the thing that I said.

Fuck.

Think maybe you just
did your job.

Shall we get
some more champagne?

I mean...

It could be right. It might
not be, but it could be.

Maybe I'm smart.

Sure.

Maybe.

You did a thing.

Mazel tov.

You know, I'm gonna--

I'm gonna schedule some time
with your dad,

and take him out for dinner
and wine him and dine him

and make love to him
with my ideas, you know?

This could be huge, Shiv.

Tom, I think...

I think we should talk.

Uh...

You wanna get out of here?

Okay.

Is this about ATN?

Hey, you-- you want something?

I'll get you something.

Ooh, that's a biggie.

Is this about the arrangement?

Look, Tom, it's...

no, it's Waystar.

This is never gonna happen,

and I don't even trust him,
and even if I did,

I'm not even sure
that I would want it.

But, uh...

he offered it to me.

To be next.

Dad.

Oh.

-Oh my--
-Mm.

Shiv... when?

Uh, the Hamptons.

The Hamptons?

Oh, my God, Shiv, that's...

That's like a week ago.

Congratulations! What the fuck!

I know!

I mean, I-- I--
I don't know what to think.

Holy shit! I mean,

this is... huge!

S...

-So, I mean, do you--
-Want it? No!

And I don't even trust him,
so I--

Because I thought
that it was something

that we wanted for me...

-We do.
-...to have it?

-We do!
-That was-- I mean,

that was just the plan.

That's st-- still the plan.

Me is just a modification
of the plan.

No, sure.

It's q--
quite a big modification.

But d-- d-- so, did--

d-- did he--

We-- Uh, paint the picture
for me. What'd he--

He asked me, and I said yes.

But only as a play.

Totally.

So what was the play?

Well, he's asked before,
obviously,

and this time was real...

so...

I thought I would be
deleveraging power if I said no.

Exactly. Yes.

Tom, this is 100 percent
not going to happen.

But it's smart
to say yes, right?

I am so...

excited for you!

-Thank you.
-For us!

I am.

And you know, it's okay
for you to say that you want it.

I'd support you.

Well, look, I mean--

Say I did want it,
w-- and I-- I don't,

you know, you...

if I was CEO of Waystar,
I mean...

I mean, you, honey,
are gonna be something huge.

Yeah.

Sure. Like what?

I-- I don't know.

But we'll figure it out.

Yeah, that's for later on
down-- down the road.

- Whenever. Just whenever.
- Wow.

I mean, it's hilarious, right?

Oh, yes!

It's fucking funny!

Yeah...

-Hey, come here.
-Hey.

-Mm.
-Hey.

Oh. Oh, now?

-Mm. Why not?
-Well, let me just--

Hang on. Let me just
go and brush my teeth.

No.

-No, come here.
-Okay.

I-- I hear your brother's
running for president.

Maybe we should get him here.

He seems like the...
the serious one.

Right.
Lawrence, we have a problem.

Okay?

My dad wants to shut you down.

-What are you talking about?
-Yeah.

But I don't want you
to worry about my dad.

Okay?
I can handle my dad.

The fuck you talking about?

I know what's going on here.

Right? It's a-- It's a--
It's a Potemkin village.

I mean, the engagement
and bounce rate

have been inflated
and fucked around so much

they're impossible to verify.

your share stats,
the-- the churn,

the SEO traffic KPIs
are all bullshit.

I mean, you suckered me in,
and, uh, I bought it.

We had a couple shitty
traffic months...

Uh, Facebook changed
their algorithm.

Uh-huh.

-We got face-fucked, okay?
-All right.

We're turning the corner now.

Okay.

O-- Okay.

What? Yeah, o-- okay.
Is-- Is that real?

-From Logan?
-Look, I can fix this.

Okay?
But no more obfuscation.

No more shitty data.

I need the full, fiber-optic,
clear-channel shit.

CT scan the whole place,
and we move fast.

Okay.

Do you like
double-crossing your dad?

Oh, that's your favorite.

Isn't it?

I'm of the opinion he can be
persuaded he's making a mistake.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Oh yeah, w-- Uh, one more thing.

I-- I-- I need everyone
to cool it on unionizing.

Okay, they're not gonna do that.

Half of them are about to sign
union cards.

Let me speak to them.

Everyone here fucking hates you.

I think I can take it.

Hey, everyone. Thanks for...

Thanks for gathering.
This'll just be a minute.

Can you-- Can you guys
hear me in the back?

Yeah?

Uh...

Vaulter.

Hey, um... Okay.

Look, some of you might have
noticed this already,

but, uh, just so you're
getting it direct from me,

uh, Waystar management has been
taking a look at the business

over the last week.

But I just wanna say this
to you in person...

I believe Vaulter is the future
of this company.

Sure.

I'm se-- I'm fuckin' s--
dead serious.

Just-- You can't question
my belief

in what you've all built here.

You know, in-- in--
in what Lawrence has built.

But if we're gonna
come through here,

we need to be
light on our feet.

That's why I personally think

it would be a mistake
for you to unionize.

Just-- Just hear me out.

Okay, we will get you

a really punchy independent
arbitration panel,

we'll get you a pay bump.

I know a lot of you
are flirting with the guild,

and I'm just asking you
to consider

putting that on ice.

And let's try and
figure this out inside.

We keep it in the...

fuckin' super cheesy,
but in the Waystar family.

'Cause we do not want
an adversarial situation here.

Okay, we want communication,

we want engagement.

So let's all pull together

and go back to your desks

and generate me five, ten,
100 ideas

and hit me and my man here up.

Okay?

Thank you.

Yeah, I don't know, Stanley.

I-- I just don't know
if I could ever

practically make use
of this area.

That's just a mezzanine.
You know, it's just a bonus.

you have a-- a living room
with under-stair storage.

Sure. It's just...

the thing I need storage for
most urgently of all, Stanley,

is me.

You know? I'm-- I need--

I need storage for myself.

Dude, it's just a bed.

You're overthinking it.

Kendall?

Totally.

Yep, on my way.

So?

It's a maybe.

Hey, Ken?

Yo.

Hey.

I got the stuff.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

So, what do you think?

Uh, of this? I think...

it's...

huge. It's, um,
it's a very large space.

What's the--
what's the footage?

Uh, I don't know.

Developers overestimated
demand,

so I bought all five units
and my guy's gonna flip 'em.

Yeah, 'cause i-- it's...

an abundance of footage.

An embarrassment of--
of footage.

Yeah.

It's yours.

I-- I mean,
until the market starts to move,

-but--
-Until it starts to move.

No, I'm serious.

-Yeah.
-Like...

Yeah, you live here now, Greg.

Okay.

Uh, cool. Yeah.

I can take a lot in terms of
psychological pain, so...

Yeah. Sweet, I live here!
Nice.

I'm totally serious.

Yeah, I know.
I needed a place to live, so...

Now, uh, now I got it!

Uh, here's your key.

Until I get a doorman
downstairs.

I'm not fuckin' around.

Like, it's just gonna be empty.

-It's not a big deal.
-Kendall.

What, dude?

This is fuck--
Th-- this is--

Dude, thank you.

So much, man.

Wow. I mean...

-Look at these ceilings.
-Yeah.

Nice height,
you got big windows,

a lot of light.

Yeah. Have you ever
had your own place?

Fuck yeah.

I was thinking
we could hang out tonight.

-Yeah.
-Like, in here.

-Sure.
-Have a little party.

Sweet.

Hi!

- Hi!
- Tom Wambsgans.

Hi!

- Manly handshake.
- Manly handshake.

- Uh...
- I have this...

overwhelming urge to either
knee someone in the vagina

or spit on the floor.

Hmm. He's been a little bit
nervous about tonight.

Nervous, come the fuck on.

For din-dins with firecrotch
and normcore?

Please.

Well, come on in!

Have some champagne.

Enjoy our beautiful room.

Could spend your whole life
here. That's how I figure it.

Born on the couch
and cremated in here.

Can I get a Diet Coke?

Oh, Tom has a cold,

and he wants everyone to know.

Oh.

Well, we could send out
for some saline,

we could stand around and watch
you do a nasal wash.

No, no. thank you. I'm good.
Thank you.

I'm hearing some stories
about that brother of ours.

Apparently...

You wanna actually drink that?
'Cause I got some stronger shit.

- Yeah.
- Do you like
Japanese whiskey?

- Yeah.
- I've got this one

that tastes
like fucking dragonpiss...

You should try
swallowing something.

Like honey.

I'm fine, thank you.

Word is he's on maneuvers again.

Making all kinds of promises
about keeping Vaulter open.

What? Does Dad know?

Uh, hell no, Dad doesn't know.

He's a shenaniganizing
piece of shit.

But the thing I keep
turning over in my mind is...

do I tell Dad?

Because if I drop the shoe
on Ken now,

he's crushed forever.

Uh...

If Kendall's going rogue,
then... let him.

Sooner or later,
it's gonna blow up in his face.

I love it when it blows up
in people's faces.

-You do.
-I do.

It's my fuckin' favorite.

I like how this is working.

Us. I see a future here.

Yeah. Sure.

-No, me too.
-Yeah.

'Cause, you know,
there's an opening.

Yeah, see,
no one sees me coming.

But I am right on the shoulder.

If Dad announces tomorrow,
he announces me.

Has to, there's no other option.

I mean, it's fucking insane,
but I am the best he's got.

Yeah.

Unless... There is one other.

Who?

Shiv, should I be worried
about Tom?

Tom?

No, you don't need
to be worried about Tom.

Okay.

All right.

How's news, Tom?

Challenging.

Tough row to hoe, but,
you know...

think I see a way out.

- It's good, yeah.
- Yeah?

A way out. Good for you, man.

So what is it, this way out?

Oh, it's early days,
and I-- Yeah.

I haven't even discussed it
with Logan yet, but...

Oh, so it's a secret?

That's fucking exciting.

When are you gonna tell him,
at the sleepover?

Well, um, no.

We're- looking in--
Well, I'm looking into

digitizing ATN.

Like, a total overhaul
of the-- of the legacy

analog infrastructure.

Yeah.

Making a lot of
productivity gains as well,

so I think your dad
will be pretty pleased.

Fuckin' A.

Look at the corn-feeder.

Going all synergies and shit.

- Yeah.
- Nice.

Worth a shot.

Thanks, man.

Where do you buy your suits,
by the way, Tom?

Like, maybe that's why

I'm just not moving
as fast as you.

I just don't have that,
like, boxy, corporate look.

Right?

I mean, I'm sorry, but, like,

what the fuck?
You look like a Transformer.

Like, wh-- what's wrong
with your body, man?

Rome, come on. There's nothing
wrong with his body,

it's just fuckin' suits.

What? Come on, we--
we've laughed about it before.

- You have?
- Yeah.

He's thrifty, and he has
the worst taste in suits.

Totally has terrible ta--

You look like a divorce attorney
from the Twin Cities.

It's partly the walk.
It's like a real...

- Robot?
- No, agricultural walk.

Agricultural walk!

You know, I tried to get, uh,
one of his suits tailored

- by the guy that Dad uses.
- Mm-hmm.

-But he just looked so, like--
-Hey, Shiv? Fuck off.

So, I'm probably just gonna
sleep in the guest room

so I don't keep you awake.

Uh, are you kidding me?

What? We'll both sleep better.

Tom.

Come on.

We've just-- We've gotten...

tangled up, okay?

Honey,

you're the only one I can
talk to about this stuff.

I need you.

Now, I have a choice...

Mm-hmm.

...to make. It's either Gil,

or it's Dad.

And it's a bit of a headfuck.

Okay.

Well, let's break it down.

'Cause here's what
I've been thinking.

- Mm-hmm.
- What if a good person...

ran Waystar?

Yeah, I know. Waystar, it's--

You know,
it's the family business.

It's your inheritance.

But, you know, you saw
what your dad did to Kendall.

There's gotta be a chance
he'll do the same to you.

Get bored of you
once he's got you.

I dunno. Maybe it's about

keeping your options open,
Siobhan.

Oh, yeah. Yes.

Can you not just...

see how it goes
and keep the plates spinning?

Go Dick Morris,
run things from out back?

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

That's the play.

Okay,
where are we on office two?

I wanna be operational
by tomorrow.

They're outside right now.

Let's go.

- IT's on their way?
- Mm-hmm.

They know where it's going,
seventh floor, right?

We all set?

Three minutes.

Okay, guys.

Everybody, if I could just
have a second.

I just wanted to update you
on a couple of developments.

Uh, some of you
may have noticed

servers are down.

And we're setting
a satellite office on seven.

And I'm afraid I have to
inform you,

you are all dismissed.

Yeah. You're-- You're all fired.

So, if you can leave
your laptops where they are,

and hand in your passes,

security will be coming around
now.

I've been through everything
you've shown me.

Food and weed,

those are the only two verticals

driving revenue,
so we're folding them in

and, uh, yeah,
you're all free to leave.

This is a joke.

You have 15 minutes
to gather your belongings

and exit the building.

Separation agreements will be
handed around shortly.

One week of severance
per year served,

with full non-disclosure.

Post your little videos.
You get three days.

What the f--

Unused vacation days
will not be reimbursed.

Health benefits will be
terminated

at the end of the month.

That's it.

I'd like to thank you all
for your hard work.

You piece of shit.

- Is that all you got?
- Fuck you.

Fuck you, man!

Hey. Hey!

Kendall, what the fuck
are you doing?

What the fuck is going on?

Yeah, sorry about the, uh,
cloak and dagger.

I just needed some time
to untangle all your shit,

find the profit centers,

keep the union off our back.

We're already fully operational
on seven.

-Why?
-Because my dad told me to.

Because your dad
told you to?

Jesus Christ.

Because your dad told you to?

You-- You fucked it, bro.

Uh-huh.

Go find some other chicken coop,
cunt.

What--

Are you fucking kidding me?

Because your dad told you to!

Are you a fucking idiot?

Kendall!

Yo, Ken. Yo, how's it going?

All good, Greg.

Just, you know, looking for love
in all the wrong places.

Yeah.

No, dude, exactly.

Listen, Ken, I was, uh,

super wiped and I--
My legs are just killing me.

And my lower back.

So do you think you could maybe
bring the party up to yours?

-Up to mine?
-Up to your place.

Yeah, I don't think so, Greg.

You know, I'm just, like...

I'm looking for pussy
like a fuckin' techno Gatsby.

Hell yeah! That's--

Hell yeah, man. Um...

There's also-- some of your
acquaintances are maybe

humping in my bedroom?

If you c-- Or...

Can talk to them...

I might like to go
for a run

sometime tomorrow,
if we can make a space.

I need to test the hamstrings...

But no paps.

I don't need another shot
of me looking like a used dick.

You're him, right?
You're the guy.

So they tell me.

Good to meet you, man!
I like you, man.

I'm nothing
without people like you.

Hey,

you and me,
when this work gets done,

we go get a beer.
What do you say?

- Yeah!
- Okay?

-Yeah. Cool.
-All right.

- Great to meet you. All right.
- Yeah, yeah.

Hey, you want some gel?

Sorry?

Some Purell, for your hand.

How long's it been
since you touched a prole?

No thank you, Shiv.

Oh, come on. I'm-- I'm kidding.

The joke being what, exactly?

That I wanna sanitize my hand

after I meet with a guy
in the street?

Thank you. No. I'm good.

Yeah, it's a pretty shitty joke,
Shiv.

I'm just saying

that I think that maybe
we need to be

more respectful
of the working folk.

Even internally?

-I mean--
-Okay, yeah. I get it Gil.

I don't want us
to fall into that trap.

No, I-- I'm sorry, Shiv,

but I just think that maybe
you like in a kind of a bubble

and this kind of joke
is okay around your family

and friends.

Don't fucking give me that.

Excuse me?

Don't pull a guilt trip on me
'cause you're selling your soul.

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

Jesus, Shiv, you need a banana
and a nap?

I think maybe we continue
this conversation in private.

Why?

You don't want him to know

you've still got my dad's cock
in your mouth?

I was discussing an arrangement
you recommended.

Oh, yeah, you did.
Didn't you just, y--

Certainly discussed it.

I don't understand.

You're riding me over a deal
you told me to take.

Took it pretty quick though,
didn't you?

Rolled over really fucking fast.

And now you're taking
reach-arounds and...

flights on a 787.

Where's this coming from,
Siobhan?

I'm sorry, I think
maybe we should just...

reassess.

Perhaps I... Dick Morris things,
operate from the background?

Uh-huh. Okay. Yeah.

No, you know what I think?
I think you're right.

I think we need to reassess
more comprehensively.

Mm-hmm.

I think Nate is right,
that your...

connections to Tom, ATN, are...

a distraction.

Oh yeah? Well you know what?
Actually, I'm out.

Actually, I just fired you,
Shiv.

If you'd even noticed.

Well, I already fuckin' quit,
if you had any antennae.

Okay, it's done.

Vaulter's dead.

Four-hundred and seventy-six
off the payroll,

full-timers, freelance...

I, uh, negotiated an early break
from the lease

and hired an editor
and five interns

for the two remaining verticals.

the rest will be
user-generated,

reviews, upload pics,
all that stuff.

Also, I harvested
a ton of ideas

from the Vaulter staff
before they left.

IP and start-up ideas.

Most of it's, you know,
bullshit but... you never know.

We'll say you tried
to keep it alive.

Valiant efforts, et cetera.

I'm good. I'll wear it.

I should take this.

- Yeah?
- Dad?

I told Gil.

I'm ready. Let's get started.

Start... looping me in.

That's great.

I'll be in touch.

Everything okay?

Oh, yeah.
Usual headaches.

Hey. Should I be in this?

Roman,

your brother's gonna be working
in here from now on.

Oh, yeah?

I need him
across the proxy battle.

Can't afford
communication slips.

Okay?

What are you waiting for?

A kiss?

Fuck off. Be gone. Bye bye.

Yes? Can I help you?

Fuck you looking at?

You did good, son.

Make yourself at home.

Comfortable?

Hey. Can I get a pack
of American Spirit Yellow?

One of these.

There were some doubts as to...

whether an acquisition is really
what we need right now.

It is.
The bigger, the better.

And I have it.

-This is a disaster.

We need to stop him.

Could you sit out
the corporate retreat

this year?

Nah, it's a morale booster.

Someone spiked the deed.

Which one of you boars did it?

Here's news, I... will... win!

Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today