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OK. Everything seems nailed down for tomorrow. How you feeling?

Why does everyone ask how I'm feeling?

I'm selling. My decision. I'm feeling great.

And yes, yes, axe that chopper. I can fucking walk.

Right, absolutely.

- Office? - ATN.

Surprise visit?

Happy Christmas, you clock-watching fucks!

That may be true, but NATO has a cultural weight.

So many olds. Where are the hotties?

This one needs the living shit kicked out of it.

A show about politics called "Inside Baseball".

- What? - How fucking confusing is that?

- They have that? - Connor. "Have we left yet?"

Eyeballs emoji, fingers crossed emoji, and helicopter emoji.

- We're coming. - This is unbelievable.

Our PGN is just going to crush this.

Not quite yours yet.

Business retreat, Tilly. PGN brainstorm.

Sunday, Monday programming, dookie.

Tuesday, Wednesday programming, dookie.

Friday, Saturday programming, massive stinky dog dookie.

I got to say, the upside is huge if we just broaden out

and stop over-indexing to college professors. Right?

Sorry, I just can't seem to tear my eyes

away from the bald man talking about NATO. I have a boner.

So a floaty kind of semi-pitch would be

hardcore international news from global-global to hyper-local.

Jess, would you watch that?

Maybe a focus on Africa every day, just what is happening in Africa.

The Maghreb, Sub-Saharan East, Sub-Saharan West, I would watch that.

- You would not watch that shit. - I would.

That sounds like homework, the show.

The point is, it's global reach.

It's a network that teaches you how to watch it.

Or shove all your farm report, melatonin news hour info dumps in a daytime.

Primetime, you go full "Clockwork Orange", you know?

Hey.

Yeah, so unfortunately Gretchen Young is conflicted out.

Really? With Tom?

He went with Gretchen?

OK, who's in second position?

Crowley.

OK, yeah, fine.

I contacted his office. He's also conflicted out.

And Kohlmeyer, and Bulloch, and Camden?

Yeah, yeah, conflicted out. It's weird.

OK, great. I'll call you back.

SUCCESSION

- So have we tied up all five now? - Yep.

And they're all the ones that Mr. Roy's office gave us?

Yep.

- Hey, buddy! - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

So Logan's in.

Logan's in? What, upstairs?

- In the sales meeting? - No, he's on the floor, Tom.

He's on the floor?

Wait, explain to me exactly what he's doing with his body and his face.

I don't know. He's just moseying, terrifyingly moseying.

He's wearing sunglasses inside.

It looks like if Santa Claus was a hitman.

OK. Hold on. Hold steady. I'm coming in.

Sergio, halt the car. Cancel the rest of my afternoon.

- Hey. - Hey, Tom.

So all the top attorneys are conflicted out. Yeah?

Dad teach you that? It's a fucking nice move.

- How does he want to marry you now? - I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Yeah, OK.

So you've met with or retained every usable divorce lawyer

in New York just to fuck with me?

I don't know, Shiv. I think maybe Sarah made a mistake.

You think I don't recognize my own dad's playbook? Fuck you, Tom.

Shiv, I did not intend for this to be aggressive,

but I've seen what your family can do in these situations.

And I want it to be amicable. I'm sure we can figure it out.

Yeah, OK.

You want to be my dad's little bitch boy?

Why don't you deliver him a message, bitch boy?

Tell him to fuck off and stay out of my life!

Hey. What's happening?

So he's still just kind of walking around,

but with a slight sense that he might kill someone.

It's like "Jaws".

If everyone in "Jaws" worked for Jaws.

- Yeah. - So he did one big shout.

He does not like the countdown to election chyrons.

He hates the new font. It's too small. It's too ingratiating.

It's a really bad vibe. What is this, do you think?

Maybe he just wants to play your sex tape on late night, Craig.

No, the future starts now, Craig.

Once the board rubber stamps,

and once the regulators nod the deal through three, four months,

Waystar is gone, this will be home.

So he's going to be here all the time in person?

Yep. Hanging around, like the threat of a nuclear war.

Here we go. Hey.

Hey, sir, Mr. Boss Man.

One email.

Fucking stakhanovites in here.

Please, don't exhaust yourself.

What do you think of the election refit?

Yeah, pretty fucking penny. It's an aircraft hangar.

What's the air con bill?

Cyd really loves the sense of space. Certainly interesting.

Where is she?

Cyd, she doesn't tend to stay late when it's opera season.

- Hey, Cyd. - Boss, I didn't see you.

I was busy.

But I can see that my social secretary's been looking after you.

- Have you watched the tape? - Tom?

Kerry's tape. Have you watched it?

What do you think?

Of Kerry?

What do I think of her audition to be an anchor?

Yes.

- What do you think, Logan? - No, no, no.

You go first.

Well, I think I liked it.

- I mean, she's got something. - She really does.

Yeah, should we think of giving her a slot?

Because I personally think that that could be a very interesting idea.

I'm keeping out. She's my assistant.

It would be very unprofessional of me to get involved.

Whatever you two geniuses think.

Now, I want to talk to them.

A little speech, somewhere down here in the middle.

Man of the people.

Good evening. I'm Kerry Castellabate and these are our top stories.

You've been great so far. You look stupid.

Missouri State police... Missouri State police have issued an Amber alert,

as two children are believed to have been abducted.

They were last seen outside the school gates,

waiting for their mother to call in.

And then sudden smile.

Must act natural to fool the humans.

And a new medical study has found that drinking...

She is doing the shit out of these news.

Man, dad was a God.

Tomorrow, he's selling the empire to a 4Chan Swede

and dishing out jobs for blowies.

Hey, Sandy. Hi.

I hope you don't mind.

I was going to try and send something,

but I thought I'd just call because it's kind of urgent.

- Hope that's OK. - Yeah, no, of course.

What's up? Is it about Connor's wedding?

Because that was such a regrettable note.

No. This is completely different.

It's just about our chat. And your pitch.

I was just thinking maybe I was a little hasty.

Yeah.

And do your siblings feel the same or still no?

Well, no. I haven't had a chance to talk to them about it yet,

but I'm going to bounce it around, see if I can persuade them.

Because, you know, I agree.

There's a lot of upside there to get a little more money.

Well, I mean, obviously, I agree.

But the board meeting is tomorrow, Shiv.

Well, look,

can I put you on alert just in case there is room for discussion there?

And just to say that this is a live issue for me.

You know, maybe we don't just wave this through.

Maybe it pisses off my dad, but maybe that's OK. Yeah?

- Yeah, absolutely. - Maybe we can circle back.

Is that OK, Sandy?

- So good. - Again, again, again.

What? Cheeky.

- One more. - Again?

One more. Press the button. One more.

If he put this on air, this is, like, easily packaged

as symptomatic of total loss of judgment and control.

- Guys... - Yeah, I know.

Transpo's on the tarmac. It's waiting to take you to Connors rehearsal.

- He's texting me. - This is special.

I prefer something a little more stable.

Yeah, that's only for a song and dance.

Let's keep it cheap and cheerful. Tom.

- Yeah? - Can you do a little intro for me?

Sprinkle a little sugar?

- Up there? - Yeah.

Of course.

Yeah. Sure.

OK.

Hey, guys. Hey. Hi.

Just wanted to say hi.

Come on over. Yeah, it's been a tough few weeks.

Election coming into view. I appreciate you all.

And Cyd, my partner in crime.

And from my POV, you know, keep cranking, because we're doing great.

Up 3% in the demo, week over week.

But we can do more. Up 15% year over year.

It's great work.

And just real pleasure to have the big man here to give us some support.

So, sir, up you come.

Come on up. I'll help.

I could give you a kiss from here.

Good afternoon, everybody. Good afternoon.

15% up year on year.

It's a shame we're up 40 on costs.

But I guess, it evens itself out in the end. I mean, does it?

Is 15 equal to 40, pal?

Is 15 equal to 40, pal?

- No. - No!

Good! Good head for numbers.

All right. You're good folks.

You're the best. Or you wouldn't be in here.

But you've got to knuckle down for me.

Waystar, I can't say too much as yet.

But I'm going to be spending a lot more time in here with you lot.

Because I love it in here. I fucking love it!

So I don't want to know about 3% week on week.

I want to know that we are killing the opposition.

I want to be cutting their throats.

Our rivals should be checking in up back of their chauffeured cars

because they can't believe what we did.

So fucking spicy. So true.

Something everyone knows.

But nobody says because they're too fucking lily-livered.

They cannot believe what we said and the fact that we fucking said it.

They're fucking jam spheres on the highway.

Now, anyone who believes that I'm getting out,

please shove the bunting up your ass.

This is not the end.

I'm going to build something better.

Something faster, lighter, meaner, wilder.

And I'm going to do it from in here with you lot.

You're fucking pirates!

Who are you most excited about never having to see again once GoJo closes?

Hugo, Greg, Karl. What about you?

Hey, no, no, no. We can't get on.

- I don't know. There's a problem. - Excuse me, what?

I don't know what this is.

But apparently, I'm not authorized to let you take off.

- Who is? - The company has just sent word.

We are the company. Our dad is the CEO.

What?

- What? - It's dad.

He's fucking with us.

Right? He knows we're out here making moves.

His feathers are ruffled.

So we're just going to get on, and we're going to figure it out later.

- And we'll just figure it out. - I'm really sorry.

- I'm not able to let you board. - We have somewhere to be.

And if we're not, I'm going to set aside

several hundred thousand dollars, and I'm going to dedicate it

to destroying your life. Is that great?

- How does that sound? - I can't speak to that.

Here it goes! OK. Bye bye.

- Where's it going? - Here goes daddy.

- It's going back to the city. - Bye bye, birdy.

There it is.

- Wave bye to daddy. - What the fuck is this?

We're going to be late now. Connor's going to shit.

It's going to be a guilt trip to the fucking moon. God damn it.

In Buddhism, sometimes your greatest tormentor can also be

your most perceptive teacher.

That's really wise.

Hey, Buddha. Nice Tom Fords.

- OK, this is interesting. - Is it Con?

- No. - Where's the car?

Sandy and Stewy. They want to meet.

Call or meet. They prefer the meet.

They're asking if we're going to be back in the city in the next one to two.

I mean, tonight?

No. It's about the board shit, right?

Like, Stewy says that Sandy thinks that there's more juice

to squeeze from the Swede, so they're just flying that again?

It's bullshit, Shiv. We've moved on.

- I agree with this. - Hey, where's the car?

They just left.

- Get a car. - I'm trying.

Nothing from the board. I don't like this silence.

Give it one last buzz round.

Kerry, get Frank and Karl onto the independents.

Let's triple lock this down.

- Hey. - Hi. We finished early, so...

What's going on?

Sorry? Just some prep for post-board meet.

The signing of the deal.

It seems Matsson would love an actual photo op.

I guess the question is, is that something you would like,

or should we just...

- What were you laughing at? - What?

What were you laughing at?

Gerri was... We were chatting, and she said something amusing.

Let's look at the options.

Look, I don't know if I should be seen shaking Matsson's hand.

I mean, he's been such a prick about the spinoff.

Karolina, can you do the option deck?

Well, you're ready to go in.

- But can you do it? - Is your laptop not working?

- Nope. - Just give it a go.

It appears to be working. Give it a go.

OK.

See if it works.

Severe storm...

So here's the deck. We got some great stuff here.

So, should we get into it?

Look, I don't want to be seen like some piece of fucking set dressing.

The only thing is, everyone's saying the timing,

the deal you've done...

Don't you want your moment in the sun?

You working for Matsson already? I'm still here, you know.

I haven't gone.

You getting your Viking hat on early?

- No. - Nah, this is bullshit.

Hugo, I think we might need someone

to go and suck off an independent director.

I'm concerned about the board. Put your fucking lipstick on.

Is it worse to go up now?

I would love to not go, but I think we kind of have to drink

at least a couple of Martini Passive Aggressos just to make up, right?

Come on, come on. Flat rates.

- Give you a good price. - OK, what is this?

- We're kind of pushed. - Is this a fucking ambush?

We just wanted to do five in person. Right, Sandy?

We have a suite booked across the way.

Well, guys, it's not exactly convenient.

We're prepared to vote no on the GoJo deal

at the Waystar board meeting tomorrow.

We think there's more money to be squeezed from the Swede,

and we think you're rushing this for emotional reasons.

Well, I don't think so. OK, see you.

The premiums look weak on market comparables.

You know it. Look at last week, Ro.

It's a different deal. It's not relevant.

We want your dad to ask for more, but he stopped engaging.

- He's palmed us off with Karl. - He does that.

He can get the deal through without us,

but if we can get you guys on our side,

we can force them back into the ring for one last round.

OK, so I guess like board pushes back on price, what's the big deal?

We'd have to weigh that against the risk of blowing everything up.

I think our position might be that we're just done cornholing our dad.

But we just feel like your old man got hot for this.

- Can't we cool him off? - Listen, listen.

There's money for all of us if we ask nicely.

We push too hard, danger, danger. But yeah, it's there.

You know it's there.

My dad is clear. He wants to vote no.

Us plus you guys, that's it. He's outvoted.

This doesn't get through the board. Send him back to the table.

It doesn't need to go nuclear.

OK, it's not a big deal. We'll think about it.

Well, the board meeting's tomorrow,

so we need to know in the next hour or two.

OK.

Sure, so it's either we vote yes tomorrow

and we all make billions of dollars, or we sign up for your cool shit,

and then dad disinherits us entirely. That sounds like a toughie.

We'll think about it. Thanks. Bye.

- Yeah, we gotta go. - Ken.

- We're done. - Ken!

- I'll keep working. - Yeah, and I'll call Ken.

- Hey. - Hey.

- You're here now, huh? - Yeah, no, sorry.

Are you leaving or are you OK?

Yeah, yeah, I'm just... I'm just going for a little drink.

- It's over? - The rehearsal?

- Yeah. - No, no.

But I think they can take it from here. Not vital from here.

Yeah. I mean, the bride is normally, I guess,

generally considered one of the first team in the wedding, you know?

Yeah, right.

Yeah, I should go and have a think. I'm in a bit of a fuzz.

Everything feels very vivid today, doesn't it?

You OK? What?

- Yeah, fine. - What's going on?

You can't be jumping for joy the whole time, right?

No, I guess.

- Look, I should go. - Yeah, OK.

- Yeah, bye. - OK, bye.

- Fairytale wedding. - There goes the bride.

I have enough cash. I'll take her.

Do we even go up? It seems like it's over.

I mean, yeah, I think we should.

What do you mean? Yeah, of course.

We have a lot to discuss.

What, the fucking bullshit? No. Come on.

Roman, look, a few weeks' pain could really set us up.

And I think we over-promised on Pierce, and...

- It's a Sandy mind game. - We got to go.

- Fuck them. Fuck those guys. - Sure.

- Finally. - Found him.

- Finally. - Hey, hey, hey.

- Here they are. - Hello, sir.

- We're so sorry. - Hugsie.

Dad screwed us. Hey, bro.

Look at you. The Rebel Alliance.

How is it out in those hills? Supply lines OK?

Got enough to eat? This is how it is, huh?

The Battle Royale, me and Dad on one side, you guys on the other?

You OK, man? We bumped into Willa on the way in.

Yeah, I think it's all fine.

Yeah.

Willa stood up to do her speech, and she said, I can't do this.

And she went to the bathroom for 40 minutes with her so-called friends.

No, no, no. That is not... You're fine.

That's totally fine. Don't worry about that.

Just toss her another 10 grand.

Or a snowmobile and some teeth-whiting vouchers.

Any luck, Sylvia?

Willa's mom.

It's fine.

- This is so fucking weird. - Do we regroup at my place?

Shiv... He's looking a little rough. Don't you think?

Well, sure.

I'm sorry that dad fucked us, and I'm sorry that we're late.

- But we do need to decide fast. - I think we know, right?

- Do we, though? - Yeah.

They made some pretty compelling arguments.

Sandy's a greedy little bitch.

She's got her hand up the ass of the carcass of her dad,

and Stewy's just come along for the ride.

It's a packet of horseshit.

OK. What if I want to talk it through?

I just think I think we rise above it, Shiv.

Maybe Dad is not on it like he used to be,

and maybe he's underplayed his hand.

And the board are all hand-fucking-picked

bunch of Japanese plastic cats just waving it through.

Still incommunicado. I just really hope she's OK.

So what do you say? A little bit of karaoke?

Or would it be possible to do anything

other than that in the entire universe?

She's partying. I can party.

We can go drink, right?

A little bachelor party for POTUS SCROTUS.

Well, I mean, we three kind of...

- Sure. Everybody's busy. - Come on, let's give him a drink.

Yeah. But not your usual stupid places.

Somewhere fun and real, away from the fancy dance.

A real bar with chicks

and guys who work with their hands in grease

and sweat from their hands and have blood in their hair.

I don't like these guys.

They sound like a medical experiment gone wrong.

I don't know. He just said it's a big fucking problem.

Well, why the kitchen? Should we hide the knives?

I don't know. He just said...

Hey, Log! What's up?

It's all this pizza. Why am I looking at all this pizza?

It's killing me.

- It's out of control, Tom. - Right.

They send out for fresh pies, and there are two or three here already.

They're perfectly good.

All you have to do is put them in the fucking microwave.

Noted.

I guess, just to say, there's a sog factor.

Greg, fuck off.

OK.

It's not the pizza.

I've been thinking about Kerry.

OK. Yeah, very excited.

I mean, let's get into it. She's a natural.

She's got it.

Is she the finished article?

Well, finished article, no.

But you wouldn't expect her to be.

- No. - She needs a little time.

Maybe quite a bit of time.

- Interesting. - Yeah, she's raw.

And I think maybe we should think about starting her way under the radar.

And she has a lot to learn, a lot.

I think it can be damaging to put talent out there too early.

Smart. That's smart.

Yeah, OK. Sure. No problem.

I'm not involved.

I'm nowhere near this. I know nothing.

Sure. Understood.

- America. - This is charming.

- Missed you. - What's everybody having?

What do you want?

Do you think they know how to make a vodka tonic?

House ranch? Do I dare?

- No. - Get that.

Just a club soda with a sealed lid. Nothing from that tainted nozzle.

Con, what do you want?

I'll just have whatever a regular Joe would have.

Just Belgian Weiss beer. Not Hoegaarden, thank you.

Have you seen this? Word on the street

about what the Waystar price will come out at... Sandy shared it.

- Can I get a vodka tonic? - You still with us, Con?

Sure. Just Willa.

I have her location shared.

- I just think it's a factory setting. - It's not.

Anyway, I am reassured she's definitely not on her way to Cuba.

Will, her phone isn't.

She stopped moving. I guess she found a spot she likes.

- Sure. - On another man's dick.

On a much bigger, nicer, harder, younger dick, is all I'm saying.

- Can we not? - OK, sorry.

Because I'm feeling... I'm having certain anxieties, huh?

- I want to have a good time. - OK.

All right, let's have fun. We can monitor her dot together.

Let's get it up on the big screen.

Her dot is at an aquarium supply retailer.

That doesn't make sense. Is that a drug thing?

- No. - You sure?

- I am sure. - It is. It's a drug thing.

Now she's at a dry cleaner's.

She's probably getting her panties cleaned.

- I'll be right back. - What's wrong with you?

- Your cum, I'm sure, is very washable. - Stop.

Yo, Lucas. What's up, brother?

What's up?

Can't fucking sleep. Did you sleep good?

Honestly, not really. No.

I've never met anyone I respect who sleeps good.

Tell me about it.

One eye open, bro. One eye open.

Secondly, my team says I shouldn't be talking to you

about this, but whatever.

I've been hearing that the activists hustling on the price

are trying to get you to join their little scheisse party.

Is that true?

I can't give you a play by play.

Well, I know that you tried to screw this deal with your dad,

and I know your dad hates you now, so you're out of options.

And I've also been hearing that you've been going around

offering old ladies suitcases full of money.

If you want to have a full suitcase anytime soon, you don't push me.

- OK, dude. - He's going to sell.

But if he pushes me again, it won't be to me.

This isn't aggressive.

I've been told that sometimes when I'm direct,

it can code aggressive, but it's not. I like you.

I do. I want clarity, you know, before any nukes get launched.

OK?

So either back off, or I'm going to walk.

I got you. Loud and clear.

OK. I think that's it, K-Roy.

Yeah, sweet dreams.

Send me the detail on the comparables.

Storm warnings have been issued in parts of the east,

as severe thunderstorms are expected to hit Pennsylvania

and the Carolinas today...

This is an incredibly delicate piece of diplomacy, Greg.

OK?

It's like Israel-Palestine, except harder and much more important.

She is not going to be happy.

- But I think I see a way through. - What's that?

You tell her.

Yeah, interesting. I mean, I don't like it.

Well, you're a little frustrated. You want next level tasks, right?

Yeah, but not like telling our boss's girlfriend she can't be on TV.

Honestly, I think it tracks. This is what you do.

All right, you go to her, and you say...

It's really hard even being the cousin of this family.

And you've seen what's happened to the kids.

You know, things get muddled.

And then you tell her she's good, but not too good.

And then you make sure Logan's out of it and I'm out of it.

And you tell her that the focus group had thoughts.

And then you ask her, does she even really want it

handed to her on a silver platter,

with all the resentments and accusations?

And then you can make it seem like it's her idea to cool things, right?

OK.

But if she's like, fuck you, Greg,

and I want to be on TV tomorrow, ATN is my home...

Well, then, if that happens, just back away

to a position of safety, and I will march in and mop up the rage.

- OK? - All right.

God damn it!

- I'm having fun. - Hey, what's up?

- What'd I miss? - We here. Eating. Right here.

Billy Ray Cyrus' Kentucky Fried Shit Shack.

They seem to have some hearty fare.

- What was that shit? - Stewy.

Great. What the fuck now?

Actually, guys, can I show you something?

Wings. I wonder from which particular creature they snip these wings.

Perhaps a mammal.

On the comparables.

It's actually pretty fucking intriguing.

OK, well, it makes you think.

Maybe Dad isn't on it like he used to be.

And he's been pushed around by Matsson.

And by Kerry. Giving shows to his girlfriend...

Fuck, she's in the East River. She's in the fucking... What?

She's on the bridge. She's headed to Williamsburg.

Not to be dicks, but is it OK if we do a little breakout chat

just the three of us? It won't be long. Two minutes max.

Hey, fuck it. Why don't we fold Con in?

- Well, he's not on the board. - But he has a share, so if the deal...

- He loses his payout. - Excuse me?

Yeah. Shiv wants to get us mixed up in some sort of drug deal

that will fuck the vote tomorrow.

No. A small delay. We all want the deal.

- OK. - And look, I think I agree.

What the fuck now? Seriously?

Looking at the numbers... It's compelling.

It's compelling? Come on.

So you're going to force Dad to grovel? How long will a renegotiation take?

It's a play.

More money is more money, and that's all there is to it.

I'm sorry. What the fuck?

Roman.

Why the fuck is Dad messaging you for, Rome?

I don't know. Ask him.

Stupid question.

You're not going to read it?

Yeah, I'll read it. I don't know. Yeah, sure.

Whatever. Just a check-in.

- Yeah? A check-in? - Yeah.

Yeah, you're right. Classic Dad. He always just checks in.

Just wants to see how you're doing.

I sent him a text on his birthday, just saying, happy birthday.

I'm sorry. Wait a minute. You texted him initially?

On his birthday.

We said no contact until he apologizes.

- OK, well, so then never? - You know what?

- What? - I would like to see your phone.

Really? Show me your phone.

World's biggest WhatsApp group of people sharing pictures of your snatch.

- No thanks. - Rome.

What?

- We have to trust each other here. - Then fucking look.

I don't give a shit. It's dick pics anyway.

He's got a real taste for them now. It's this right here. Read.

- This is more than one text. - It's two, three?

- It's more than one. Sorry. - It's a bit warm.

What did I say?

- Take care. - Take care?

What am I supposed to say? Happy birthday.

Hope you fall down a flight of stairs, shithead.

You know what? I feel a little bit weird about this betrayal.

The betrayal? Yes, the betrayal of happy birthday, dad.

- Take care, Roman. - You know what?

- I do too. - OK, great.

Fucking family guilt trip. European vacation. Let's do it.

It's hard. It's been hard on everybody.

You know that he advised Tom on the divorce?

Gave him a dad trick.

Went and spoke to every pitbull in Manhattan, tied them up.

I got mommed.

I mean, there's probably one more horrible motherfucker lawyer

somewhere in the United States, if you want to look.

But yeah, that sucks. I'm sorry.

Guys, I feel like we need to stick together, and we should push back.

And you should come with us, and we should put the squeeze on.

But we want to do Pierce, right? We want to out, right?

- Yes. - Yeah, exactly.

Just with just a bit more money.

But I don't think Matsson will go up in price. He won't.

I know this because I have spoken to him.

Well, if that's what he said, then it must be true.

OK, seriously? I think he might walk.

Might he? Yeah, do you think he could maybe, like...

Is it a possibility he could say a not?

Like a thing that isn't and lie?

I mean, why would he say that?

Well, it's negotiating 101, Rome. Did they not teach you that?

- But it sounded like he meant it. - That's negotiating 102.

It's pretty basic.

Look, I know that conflict isn't nice, but we overcommitted on Pierce.

And this gives us the cash to make it right.

- I don't give a shit about conflict. - Yes, you do.

OK, fine. Well, it is about dad feelings for you, then.

Dad feelings? If anyone here has fucking dad feelings,

it's, holy shit, poking Satan with a fork.

I'm genuine about us three.

And stop ganging up on me

like you're Lennon and McCartney and I'm fucking George.

I'm John, motherfuckers. Ringo, Yoko.

He's still Connor, but he won having drinks with us at an auction.

Honestly, though, I think going with Sandy and Stewy

is the best thing for us to do as a team.

It's just a move. It's a delay, a couple of weeks.

He'll get it. It's what dad would do in his prime.

Exactly.

I guess if it's just a play, then yeah, fuck, yeah, I'm in.

- God fucking damn it! - Sorry.

You ruined it all. You fucking ruined it all.

Sorry.

- What do you want to do? - What do I want to do?

I wanted to get married tomorrow.

I wanted to spend tonight with my family

and tomorrow with my dad, and I wanted to get my fucking money out.

What else could we do?

I would like to sing one fucking song

at karaoke because I've seen it in the movies

and nobody ever wants to go.

Hey, Kerry.

Sorry, can I possibly please grab you just for five minutes

quickly, please?

Why not? You've already grabbed every other woman in Manhattan.

Thank you. Let's just head in here.

I just wanted to grab you for a quick moment.

I hope I'm not getting above my station here,

but I wanted to talk to you about the whole tape thing.

I'm not sure I want to talk to you about that.

Yeah, no, fair enough.

Then just as a friend, I wanted to give you a heads up

on the down low on what the murmurs are

and say how careful I have had to be about my particular position

as a family member and say how people chatter

so unpleasantly about accusations of legs up and unfair...

What is this, Greg?

Are you rushing things a bit?

And could that long term actually harm your position?

Tom doesn't think I'm ready and he's sent you to...

Not at all. He thinks you're great.

I mean, there are some little doubts from a focus group.

They focus grouped me?

Yes, but the big picture is what I'm saying.

You know, like how Kendall and Shiv have an entitlement...

OK, I'm sorry. What did they say in the focus group?

Well, headlines, great.

Just maybe not fully there and a few criticisms.

Such as?

Minor shit, like nothing.

I mean, great package, maybe a little...

Arms aren't right, or they're a little, on TV...

The arms aren't right?

No, yeah, but not a biggie. Fixable with a few years.

But no, sorry, this is on TV.

And it can happen that they shoot weird...

So who is in this focus group, Greg? Just you?

- No. - Is it Tom? Logan?

No.

It's a bunch of grandpas and little twerps and such.

- Can I see it? - No.

- Because? - Because it's private.

Well, it's not. What if Logan wants to see it?

- I'm sorry, it's confidential. - From the CEO?

Yes.

If this focus group isn't real,

I'm going to take you apart like a human string cheese.

Understood.

I did the job.

I did the job.

Heard from Connor.

OK.

The kids, Sandy and Stewy, they have the numbers

to force us back to the table.

What do you do? You want me to call?

- You want me to ream 'em out? - No.

Delicate. They have some juice here.

They have some fucking juice.

You should share your fucking dot with Willa.

She'll see that you're out having fun.

I love karaoke. It's great.

This wedding is doomed.

- OK. - Thank you.

So what happens now?

Well, someone has to humiliate themselves in the shame palace.

Think they have "Desperado" by the Eagles?

I would imagine they do. Longest night of my life.

Shit.

- What? - She's gone dark.

Why has she gone dark? I mean, is this it?

- Is she going off with some buck... - Hey, take it easy.

Maybe her phone just died.

Yeah, have you ever considered that she might not be right for you?

This could be good.

- Connor. - You'll meet someone else.

- You're not doing better than Willa. - I would agree. Do not let Willa go.

Romulus.

- So Dad's on his way. - What?

He wants us to meet him down at the car when he gets here.

- What the fuck? - How does he know we're here?

How do you know he's coming?

Well, I told him that it's the night of 1 000 wobbles over here

and he needs to talk to you.

For fuck's sake, Con.

My life isn't filled with secrets like some people.

I share things and I want my father to be at my wedding.

- You mean you want the money? - Well, no, Siobhan.

That was not my primary consideration.

I mean, what do we do? Do we leave?

I mean, will he come in? He's not coming in, right?

You know what? Just be water, my friend.

Just be water? Thanks, man.

What happens if I kill a Buddhist?

Do I get reincarnated as a fucking Buddhist?

I hope not.

This is Guantanamo level shit. What is this, Con?

I think I would like to hear Desperado. Please?

OK. I don't know why Dad's calling me.

Well, really, he should be calling me.

What did we say? Don't answer it.

- But I'm not. - Hang up.

I could just... I was going to let it ring out.

Shit. Of course. I didn't think of that.

Oh my God!

Hey.

Shit.

Can we go somewhere else? These lights...

I could have a seashell.

- We're not going anywhere. - Fine. Very well.

We won't be needing you, Kerry. You can... Thank you.

This here is a family fuck-fuck.

Normie.

OK, let's get this figured out, and then I can let you get back to your fun.

It might have been a wasted trip.

Want to give us a quick blast of New York, New York and fuck off?

- I wanted to say something. - Yeah?

Reasons we should vote through the sale? It's no surprises there.

Unless you do it to the tune of "The Girl from Ipanema".

Well, it's not that.

I mean, aside from this... I guess...

I wanted you there a bit at my party.

Holy shit!

Did Dad just say a feeling?

Well, you know, I thought maybe it would be nice.

Fuck! Now it's all coming out.

Oh my God, Mr. Melodrama over here.

- It's like a fucking telenovela. - Come on, guys.

He's trying something.

Look, you knew I wanted Pierce from way back.

And when I lost out, that was not a good feeling.

Yeah, no shit. I had to walk back from Albany.

Can we just... I'm sorry. Can we cut the shit?

It's obvious why you're here.

Your father wanted to address the personal stuff

and not just launch into the business.

Well, see, this isn't personal, Dad. This is a business decision.

This is about the money.

Look, you're smart to ask about the money. You are.

But Matsson won't go there.

You haven't been around this, but I've got done a good deal,

and you'll get enough to do whatever you want.

I do ATM. You do Pierce.

It'll be a fresh start for all of us. It'll make things better.

And it starts there.

All you have to do is vote yes and support the deal.

Do you know what he's offering?

You can separate the personal and the business.

You can reset your dynamic as a family.

Super. We're going to be just how like we used to be

and go on summer vacay together

and drive down Route 1 in an RV, singing show tunes?

It may be more complicated than that.

I guess you're still in the honeymoon period,

so getting your own show on TV.

Are you not going to be on TV now? No?

I'm sorry. Is that not... Has he fucked you on that?

That'll happen, the fucking.

But congrats on losing your betrayal cherry.

Enough!

I thought you'd be interested in an apology, but that's enough.

Wait, I'm sorry. An apology? We missed that.

Look, I don't do apologies, but if it means so much to you,

then sorry.

There is nothing you could say to me now that I would ever believe.

This deal push could be worth a hundred mil to us, Dad.

How many sorrys do we get for that?

Okay. To be clear, he was trying...

What are you actually sorry for, Dad?

Well, I'm sorry for the helicopter, for a start.

You guys, he's sorry about the helicopter from today.

- Well, that's the big one, I guess. - Are we actually doing this, Dad?

'Cause I think, you know,

seriously, what fucked all this was when... With Mom and Italy.

Yeah, okay. I've had certain thoughts about that.

Look, with the best of intentions,

I got the structure of the holding company,

the ownership structure of the family trust.

There is a lack of clarity, and maybe you got...

Amazing. Sure you're not having that seizure?

I mean, he is trying, right?

What you said you were interested in was an apology.

Okay, then. Anything else?

Come on, Dad. What are you sorry for?

Sorry for fucking ignoring Connor his whole life?

Bit strong.

Hitting Rome when he was a kid?

No. I mean, everyone hit me. I'm fucking annoying.

Having Connor's mother locked up?

Can we not do a whole show trial here?

What about advising Tom on my divorce? Yeah?

That took effort. That was above and beyond.

Tom asked me for advice.

I recommended someone he could speak to.

You weren't around.

If you'd been around, I would have offered you the same advice.

But I can't help you if you won't see me.

Look, the bottom line is, if we ask for more money, Matsson walks.

- I know that. - No, you don't know that.

You don't know him. You don't fucking know everything.

Just because you say it doesn't make it true.

Everyone just fucking agrees with you and believes you,

so it becomes true,

and then you can turn around and say, like, "You see?

"See? I was right." But that is not how it is.

You're a human fucking gaslight.

Look, I just want to get us all together.

What you kids don't realize, this is a good deal.

The world likes it. It makes sense.

But deals have a habit of disappearing

because pricks like Matsson get pissed off or snubbed.

This is fucking real.

Okay, well, I think I can speak for everyone, can I?

When I say, "Go ask him for more money."

- But why? - Just good business sense.

- Gotta make our own pile. - Come on!

It's what my gut is telling me, so I gotta listen to my gut.

- It's all I got to go on. - Jesus.

You're such fucking dopes.

You are not serious figures. I love you,

but you are not...

... serious people.

Look at this prick. They should get out here.

Some cunt doing the tin cans for his supper.

Take a sip of that medicine.

This city...

The rats are as fat as skunks. They hardly care to run anymore.

I don't know. I don't fucking know.

The meeting's off.

I need to see Matsson.

It'll be you, me, Tom, Karl, Frank, but no Gerri.

Fine.

So, how was it for you, fucking dad?

Amazing. Just over too soon.

I could've kept going.

We're kidding, man.

No, I know. It's fine. It's cool.

Okay. I'm going home.

Well, I'm sure she'll be in touch, Con.

You know what? It's fine.

- Really? - Yeah.

The good thing about having a family that doesn't love you

is you learn to live without it.

You're all chasing after dad

saying, "love me, please, love me, I need love, I need attention."

I think it's the opposite of what just happened.

You're needy love sponges.

And I'm a plant that grows on rocks

and lives off insects that die inside of me.

Jesus Christ, Con.

If Willa doesn't come back, that's fine,

'cause I don't need love. It's like a superpower.

And if she comes back and doesn't love me,

that's okay, too, 'cause I don't need it.

Thanks for the party.

You're welcome.

Hey, Dad. Hey, looky, looky here!

Twin Cities Tessie. I thought I smelled dairy.

So that just felt a bit weird, and there was a lot going on.

We know what they're like.

I've pushed the board meeting.

I want you to come with me and see Matsson tomorrow.

I could use your help.

Yeah?

I mean, it's the wedding, Con's wedding.

But that feels... Yeah, let's see.

Tom. Thank you.

Yeah, sure.

- Here. - OK.

There's a night of the long knives coming.

Cyd's toast, I'm reinventing ATN.

I need a fire breather.

A ruthless fuck who'll do whatever it takes.

- Maybe I should go. - You're not Pierce.

Smart people know what they are.

I mean, you really want me at ATN?

More, Romulus. More.

I need you.