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♪ (“SUCCESSION” THEME MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

♪ (UPBEAT VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(ELEVATOR CHIMES)

Could Logan just get five?

Welcome. How's your dad?

Oh, pretty good.

He hopes to make it in person to the next one.

- Oh, sure. Send him my best. - I will.

But still, you're here, and that's nice.

Thanks. I feel the same way.

Great. We're all over the fucking moon. What is this?

Yeah, so, we are in discussions to acquire GoJo.

- SANDI FURNESS: Oh! (CHUCKLES) - Okay.

- How advanced? - Oh, not that advanced.

Just getting to outline terms.

STEWY HOSSEINI: So pretty fucking advanced!

Well, we didn't wanna bother you until we have some protein.

GERRI KELLMAN: But we didn't wanna ambush you in the boardroom.

We wanted to let you know in here.

But you are still ambushing us.

LOGAN ROY: No, no, no. We are not ambushing.

STEWY: Well, no, I mean,

if you jump out on someone on the road

in the middle of the night, hit them on the head and shout,

"I'm not ambushing you," it's still a fucking ambush.

I love my business. (INHALES DEEPLY)

But we've had our throats slit on ads for 20 years.

We're bleeding out.

Another five of cord-cutting

and we'll be dead on the fucking carpet.

This is a transformative deal.

Yeah, but, uh, just obviously... this is not okay.

We were supposed to be inside deal-making.

Well, you know, we're moving very fast,

and it's all very sensitive,

- but I assure-- - I think they're assembling.

LOGAN: Right. Shall we?

Okay. How-- How will you feel if Matsson starts

micro-dosing and tweeting about angels again?

(SIGHS) Matsson's a visionary.

Sure? 'Cause he's trippin' balls.

No, and he has a team we can do business with.

This is bigger than anything you've ever contemplated.

It will reshape the company entirely.

Well, if you guys really, really don't like it...

(CLICKS TONGUE) Sure. Kill it.

Well, we didn't say that.

LOGAN: So, shall we? Finally! (CHUCKLES)

Wh-- Where is Shiv on this? Why isn't Shiv here?

Oh, because this is just inner circle.

That's a joke, I'm kidding.

I think the president will be joining us, so...

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

(SIGHS)

- Yeah? - TOM WAMBSGANS: Hey.

So, I think they're gonna eat it.

Sandi is processing, Stewy loves it,

Roman led. No Karl, no Frank.

Um... Sandi wants your take,

Gerri's trying to fill your boots,

but I don't think Sandi's buying it,

and I'm just following them now to the boardroom.

Are you in the car?

No. I'm gonna call in.

Well, that works. Is everything okay, honey?

SHIV ROY: Yeah, I just...

I'm feeling the way I was feeling still, so...

What about your mom's wedding?

I'm not feeling great,

so there's nothing really to say.

Right. Right.

Well, maybe you don't even really need to go.

(CHUCKLES) To Mom's wedding?

Oh yeah!

Fuck that, I'd never hear the end of it.

Can you imagine?

So, the board members not physically available

will be joining by phone,

including Siobhan Roy, who sends her apologies.

She's working on strategy.

- And Kendall Roy-- - SHIV: Hey.

Hey. And Kendall Roy who's not attending due to illness.

- And we're gonna lead off-- - KENDALL ROY: That's not actually true.

And we're gonna lead off with an update

on the promising developments in the ongoing investigation

from which portion of the meeting

Kendall and Logan Roy are recused.

Hence...

And then we'll move on to discuss acquisitions.

Is he gonna watch?

I feel like I'm taking a shit in the Guggenheim, y'all.

Could we make a note in the minutes that he's watching us?

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Hey, I know you.

Didn't you used to be Siobhan Roy?

You sounded dumb at the board meeting.

At least, I showed up. What were you doing?

Brunching with some other sock puppet girl-boss presidents?

You haven't got a date? Did no one on Raya

wanna come to Italy and sit on your Ricotta dick?

So, just to say, I had, uh, Peter Onions rat-fucked.

Oh, what a lovely wedding present!

The guy's a fucking slime badger.

Um... Three bankruptcies, two marriages, four children,

and five shell companies.

He's a big investor in shitty nursing homes,

tipping applesauce down their gullets

and telling them they had a four-course dinner.

- All the hits. - ROMAN ROY: Yup.

So, I've asked Mom if we can talk to her,

and I think we should do it together.

Do what?

"Do what?" Uh-- Like,

ask her if she should be doing this, you know?

It's like, five months since Rory was supposed to move in.

SHIV: (SCOFFS) Whatever.

Or we can at least... (CHUCKLES)

...check that she's getting a prenup.

You know, there's a lot of shit in there from the divorce,

the holding company and everything.

And the guy is clearly on the make, so, yeah?

Fuck it.

(SCOFFS)

Ser-- Fuck it?

SHIV: (INHALES DEEPLY) Yeah.

Hm. She's probably in sexual thrall to him.

- ROMAN: Hm. - He's driving her wild with his sugar dick.

- ROMAN: Nice. - So there's nothing that we can do.

Uh-huh. All right, fine.

Let him kill her for her emeralds and...

screw us out of the fucking firm. See if I care.

- TOM: Hey, Rome! About the deal! - Oh.

TOM: I was talking to Karl and Frank.

Yeah, no, but you're not really a part of that, either of you.

SHIV: Well, I am.

Well, I can't quite fire you yet, Shiv,

because I'm still a little bit scared of you.

But my thinking is, when I take over,

I'm gonna put you in the office next to mine,

and you're gonna be my sexy secretary.

SHIV: The fuck is wrong with you?

ROMAN: I dunno. We're working on it.

Ongoing process.

♪ (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

GREETER: Welcome. Follow me.

Oh! Uh-- Just a minute. (CHUCKLES)

- Hello! - KENDALL: Hey, Mom.

CAROLINE COLLINGWOOD: Hello, welcome all!

(CHUCKLES) Goodness me!

Did you just come back from the front?

Yeah. Just felt like it.

- Hmm! - I'm stripping down.

(CHUCKLES) It's nice.

Hello, darlings! How are you?

How lovely to see you! (CHUCKLES)

Don't you look lovely!

So, um, you're all going to be taken up to the house.

-(SPEAKS IN ITALIAN) -(SPEAKS IN ITALIAN)

I'll be there in a minute, guys.

(SIGHS)

CAROLINE: You look rather tired.

KENDALL: Thanks. You wanted a word?

Right. Yes. Um...

So, listen. What I wanted to ask you--

You'll see when you go up to the house

that Peter has printed out

this awful sort of itinerary of events.

You know, all the welcoming and then the rehearsals,

and the ceremonies, and--

- Mm. -(INHALES DEEPLY) And, um,

I wondered if we couldn't slightly divvy them up?

- As in? - As in...

your father would rather not, as I understand it,

be together with you, uh, as far as possible.

And so, what-- what--

what is your son getting?

And what is your ex-husband, who you hate, getting?

Oh. Please don't get on your high horse.

It's not me, I don't mind. It's...

Bridezilla.

He's got his heart set

on having all the important people

at his wedding. (CHUCKLES) He's such a little tart.

Well, I don't know if that works.

CAROLINE: Please, have a think.

You know, I'll still see you tons.

Yeah?

Peter!

Come and say hello to Kendall!

- CAROLINE: (CHUCKLES) - PETER MUNION: Ah!

Kendall, like the mint cake.

- Yeah. Pleased to meet you. - PETER: Absolutely.

Okay. Mom, I'll check the schedule, uh,

maybe see you next month.

- Come on, don't be so dramatic. - Nice to meet you.

It's gonna be about four hours, Kendall.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(SPEAKS IN ITALIAN)

Hello.

Hello. I am Gerri Kellman.

- Viola. Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

This is very nice.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What a place!

Italy! Pizza, pasta, and popes! (CHUCKLES)

You ever met the pope, Con?

- Yeah, uh-huh. -(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

I met one.

Couple of popes back, with Dad.

- He was a real full-fat pope. - WILLA: (CHUCKLES)

Complete pope.

Very religious.

WILLA: I guess he really drank the Kool-Aid, huh?

Wow.

It's pretty.

CONNOR ROY: (SIGHS)

Everything okay, Con?

Yup. Yeah.

Just, uh...

the guy from Politico, uh, asking regarding his piece.

Your full name and, like, your employment history,

- and whatnot. - Oh, right.

- You think he's digging? - Might be friendly.

But, you know,

probably not. What do you think?

Yeah, it's probably friendly.

'Cause journalists are so fucking friendly

in my experience. (CHUCKLES)

(WILLA GROANS)

-(KNOCKING CONTINUES) - Okay.

ROMAN: Hey!

- Going to the welcome drinks? - GERRI: (SIGHS)

Sure. Uh-- Let me just, um, check on Laurie, and then

you and I can put our heads together on the GoJo price.

- Mm. Okay. - GERRI: It's ticking up, but nothing scary.

Laurie, Laurie, Laurie.

You just will not stop going on about him.

I think you're obsessed, and frankly, it's disgusting.

Um-- Laurie, we're gonna walk down.

- Can you catch up? - Yeah. Okay.

GERRI: Okay, cool.

-(DOOR CLOSES) - Okay. So, look,

- I need to talk to you. - Hi.

- I-- I need to ask you something. - Okay.

Um...

I need you to stop sending me the, um, items.

The which?

(CLICKS TONGUE) The dick pics?

You... don't want pictures of my dick?

- No. - Okay.

Kind of offended. Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure. - Okay.

I'm fucking serious, Roman!

I'm not so sure, I feel like you do want them,

but you're being kind of typically minxy.

I think this happens when you're under pressure or...

But you need to find some other outlet, Roman.

Look at you, trying to get inside my head.

Don't open Pandora's Box.

There's just more dicks in there.

♪ (STRING QUARTET PLAYS) ♪

(GIGGLES)

PETER: No, she has a lovely house, quite.

-(OVERLAPPING CHATTER) - Hey, Mother. Sorry.

- Roman! - ROMAN: Hi.

- Hello! -(KISSES)

Roman, you know Peter.

- Yep. Oh. - Yeah.

Peter, Roman's worried in case I'm throwing myself away.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - He thinks I'm in thrall to you.

Other way around.

Well, how you doin'?

Very excited about all this.

Yeah, yeah. Of course. Me too.

And, uh, how's, uh, business?

I hear you're big in the old silvery gulags!

(LAUGHS) Yes. Helping to, uh,

turn around a nursing home group.

We, uh-- It's very rewarding.

Come in... (INHALES DEEPLY)

...look at the operations, trim the fat.

- ROMAN: Yeah. - CAROLINE: He means the nurses.

(LAUGHS)

She's very rude. I don't know why I put up with it.

And I'm very rude to you! (LAUGHS)

He is awful, I can obviously see that.

No. No, no, no, not at all. He's actually just your type.

Another in the line of post-dad, posh, English phonies.

He's not posh. His father's a doctor.

Bought all his own furniture.

Yeah, he's a grasping little scholarship boy.

Well, take it easy there, Mother.

That's my stepfather you're talking about.

Oh...

he's forcing me into all of this, this Toscana bit.

But he is tremendous fun. I mean, look at him,

fizzing away over there like a bottle of cheap prosecco.

-(CAROLINE CHUCKLES) - Hmm. Very cheap.

-(CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS) -(LAUGHS)

Uh... Mom? Um...

Well, you know that I'm not a big one for saying things...

but I'm just gonna say, are you...

are you sure? The guy has, like, four kids.

He's got a lot more than that, my darling.

Oh, great. That's fantastic.

There's a prenup though, right?

Oh, come on. Don't be so unromantic.

Mom, just-- I'm concerned that maybe you're rushing this.

So what do you expect me to survive on?

Macaroni and memorial services?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SHIV: So?

Uh-- Yeah, she says she can't live off...

(MIMICS POSH ACCENT) ...macaroni and memorial services.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Oh, wow!

Poor old Eleanor Rigby wants to eat dick

and drink champagne for the rest of her life instead?

Yeah, apparently, we're meant to hate Peter

because he was smart enough to get a scholarship

and bought his own furniture.

What else do we got? Any-- Any requests?

- Any offers? - No, not really.

Uh... There's a sit-down.

Like a podcast... (CHUCKLES)

-...uh, that's basically... - Okay.

...like ex-Globe journalists who are doing sort of like a--

Kinda like the Kennedys.

"Curse of the Roys," deep dive.

Uh-- They're doing Connor's mom, and...

uh, your dad and someone named Rose

and then the tabloid suicides.

There's like a kid who was bullied,

and was it an accident or did he kill himself?

He was the caterer at your sister's wedding, I guess.

Do you know about this?

Uh-huh. Sure.

Right, so they're spraying requests

around the whole family.

Maybe...

- keep tabs on that one, okay? - COMFREY PELLITS: Okay.

Fucking bottom feeders. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Um... So unless it's weird, I might fuck off?

Yeah. Whatever.

- Clock the fuck off. - COMFREY: Okay.

- COMFREY: Hey. - Hey!

Okay!

-(CHUCKLES) - Very nice. How-- How we doin'?

- Good, great. Yeah. - GREG HIRSCH: Yeah.

I'm great--

Oh, shit.

- Phone stuff. Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Yeah. Sorry.

No, no, uh, go for it.

(GIGGLES)

- Thank you. - Well, congratulations, Greg.

Yeah. Punching above your weight?

- Oh, Comfry? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I like her, I like her.

I do wonder...

- SHIV: Can you hold this? -...is there depth there?

- TOM: Sure. - Like, is-- I don't-- is there substance?

Depth?

Oh my God!

The man dying of thirst

is suddenly a mineral water critic?

Does Comfry not sate your lust for wisdom, Greg?

It's such a shame Sontag's not still alive.

You could take her to the drive-though.

-(CHUCKLES) - GREG: Maybe, I wonder,

when she gets to know the quote-unquote "real me,"

uh, will she stick around?

Well, I guess either way, if doesn't work out,

she's a great date ladder.

Wh-- Excuse me? As-- As in?

Well, you know, people will see her with you.

And no offense, but they'll say,

(CHUCKLES) "What the fuck's going on there?"

TOM: "Why is he with her?"

Yes. Yeah. Yeah, I'm aware of what you're saying.

- TOM: Okay. - SHIV: It still could work for you.

Date ladder! Play the date ladder game!

What-- What about her?

- She looks nice. - SHIV: Well, yeah.

TOM: Hmm. Yeah.

- SHIV: (CHUCKLES) - I mean, yeah, why not?

- She's pretty. - She is very pretty.

She's also a princess or a duchess or something.

- Yeah. - But sure. Yeah.

- Why-- Why not? - Why not?

We put a man on the moon.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Oh.

- GREG: Oh... - TOM: Oh...

- GREG: Okay. - SHIV: Okay. Wow.

Poor woman, she probably...

(CHUCKLES)

She thinks she met a fun guy at a wedding.

He should be colored red like a dangerous lizard.

Oh, no. Scary Poppins is on maneuvers.

Can you, no, just--

- just block me from her? - TOM: Blocking you.

SHIV: You know, she knows that I'm not in a good place

and then it's all... (INHALES)

...House of Flying Daggers, you know?

- TOM: Sure. -"How's your marriage going?

Are you gonna have children?"

How is your marriage going?

- Oh. - Are you gonna have children?

- Okay. Ha-ha. -(NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

SHIV: Mm. Karolina.

SHIV: (READS TWEET)

Uh-- Tom. Matsson.

- What? Going to Macao? - The fuck!

Feeling lucky? What the fuck is that?

GERRI: You see this thing from Karolina?

It's off the radar and now this? Is it-- Is this a move?

It, um, could be...

It could be nothing, you know?

Fucking social media fireworks!

"Going to Macao, feeling lucky."

GERRI: Is he trying to boost his price?

SHIV: Is he just rocking the boat

or trying to blow up the deal? I mean, has he got good

- subscriber numbers coming in? - Maybe he's just going to Macao

and he's feeling lucky.

Maybe...

ROMAN: Hey, Lukas! Call me! Are you high?

I think you should put down the venti ayahuasca Big Gulp.

Uh-- We need to be inside track on these tweets, man, okay?

Call me.

I don't know, it's like it's his thing.

He's a-- He's a trickster.

SHIV: Okay. Well, sounds cool. Is he gonna, like,

steal our watches and saw the fucking deal in half?

ROMAN: Maybe.

You're supposed to be inside this, Rome.

I am inside this. Leave it.

Hey, nice work, Rome.

ROMAN: Hey.

- Matsson going nut-nut. - ROMAN: Mm-hmm.

KENDALL: Keep hold of that shit, bro.

ROMAN: It's all under control, motherfucker.

- KENDALL: Yeah? - Yeah. Where are you off to?

Naples, score some junk?

No, just our mother throwing me out of her party.

ROMAN: Oh, nice!

- Good. Well, so long. - Where are my kids?

Hey, hey, guys! Where the fuck are my kids?

What a surprise! Ken doesn't know where his kids are.

- So look, um, I've been thinking. - Mm.

Who knows what'll happen?

Maybe I won't ignite?

Uh... Maybe the two-party system isn't as rotten as it looks.

-(CHUCKLES) - But I have to plan for success. So, Willa...

this is a difficult conversation to have.

Oh, okay.

- So, you're okay? -(WILLA HESITATES)

Yeah, I don't-- Just, uh, no, go on and just...

We can go back underground.

Me in my apartment in the city. You come visit. It's...

kind of romantic!

That doesn't work for me. No.

- Okay. - Maxim had an idea...

which is...

Ooh!

Will you make me...

the most happiest man...

slash most bulletproof candidate in the world?

Oh...

(WHISPERS) Oh... okay.

- Okay? - WILLA: Oh, no. I-- No, I mean--

(WHISPERS) Baby.

(WHISPERS) Baby.

People are looking, Willa.

Well, then I'd be pleased to say...

Yes, yes, yes. Can I...

Can I have a little think on it?

If it's okay...

- I'm smiling now... - WILLA: (WHISPERS) Right.

...like you said yes.

- WILLA: Okay. - CONNOR: (CHUCKLES)

- CONNOR: So, take your time. - WILLA: Right.

-(APPLAUSE) - CONNOR: (SPEAKS IN ITALIAN)

- Wow! - So, GoJo's price

is moving up and fucking up.

Yeah. I think he played you, Rome.

- ROMAN: Mm. - SEC's gonna be all over this.

Ooh, yeah! Oh, my goodness!

Gummy love bite from the fucking toddlers.

I think he likes us, I do. I can feel that in my gut.

Okay. Uh... another one.

Emojis: controller, fingers crossed, eggplant.

Maybe he's trying to fuck a gaming site something with...

SHIV: Look, Rome. This is bad.

I... I think we're good.

Oh, yeah? If he blows this deal, then who is left for us exactly?

We could become the fucking

Pan-American Waystar-Blockbuster Video dial-up Corporation.

Okay.

Here he comes.

SHIV: And here she comes.

He does not give a single...

- No. -...solitary fuck.

- No. - TOM: Maybe it's all fine.

Maybe they just share a big bed together

and they watch Friends reruns and drink milkshakes-- Oh.

Well, your father made it, it would appear.

SHIV: And you know the story?

What? The skunk, the porcupine, and the concubine?

It's probably the best wedding present I'll ever get.

But... so disgusting.

Is he still fucking Marcia, do we think?

- Uh-- I think not, is the word. - CAROLINE: Hope not.

Poor old fellow would probably keel over with the effort.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, well, I gotta go around telling everybody

to be very discreet. (LAUGHS)

- Oh, and Shiv. - SHIV: Uh-huh?

You know about this awful thing later on?

Oh, uh...

Yeah, uh, Rome and I have got a big--

We're working on a big deal,

and so, um-- We just got hit by a torpedo

- and it's not a thing that I can-- - Oh, Shiv. Don't be silly.

Go have fun with Mom. I can manage.

It's-- She's not even that involved.

Yeah?

- See you later. - ROMAN: Hmm. You're welcome.

- Fuck you. - Logan, you came.

How you doing?

Staying ahead of the Inland Revenue?

(CHUCKLES) Welcome to Toscana.

Oh, glad to be here.

Anything I can do, just let me know.

PETER: Very kind.

When we get the chance, I wanted a discreet word with you about,

uh, your-- your contacts in the UK government.

- Uh-huh? - PETER: It's just, I'd...

like to give something back, you know, the chance to serve.

- LOGAN: Hmm. - KERRY CASTELLABATE: Logan?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Ah.

LOGAN: Hmm.

And what did he want?

LOGAN: He wants me to get the dipshits in Downing Street

to make him Lord Fucking Seat Sniffer Pantyhose.

- Did you read the tweet? - Yup.

- Have you spoken? - Uh-- I tried, but--

LOGAN: Well, I'm not used to negotiating via eggplant.

I'm not sure he wants the deal. (INHALES DEEPLY)

He might just run a fucking moussaka.

You want to try calling him again?

LOGAN: Hmm.

ROMAN: Um... Okay.

As long as he doesn't come here.

Uh-- No. Hey, hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. Hey, Dad?

Um-- Ken, he doesn't wanna see you. He doesn't wanna talk to you.

Yeah, well, this is all total horseshit.

We had a deal. Jesus Christ.

KENDALL: Let's just have it out, okay?

I wanna see you, Dad. I wanna see you for dinner,

and let's just nail this, okay?

Eight.

On your own. Yeah?

He's busy.

-(SCOFFS) Sure. - We'll get back to him.

- We'll get back to you. -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- KENDALL: Oh, you'll-- you'll get back to me? - ROMAN: Mm-hmm.

You prick.

LOGAN: Should I go?

I don't know, maybe wear a stab vest.

I mean, it'll be okay, maybe you should go.

Get him out of the firm.

- You want me to come with you? - LOGAN: Oh, fuck off.

I'm not scared. Get me some rooms.

I wanna get Matsson on the phone.

♪ (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

CAROLINE: Hello! Welcome, welcome!

CAROLINE: (SPEAKS IN ITALIAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CAROLINE: We're almost there.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

(SPEAKS IN ITALIAN)

SHIV: Hey.

- Sorry, just-- - CAROLINE: Oh, hi.

SHIV: Hey, just busy.

Managed to tear yourself away? (CHUCKLES)

(SHIV CHUCKLES)

What do you think of Peter's daughters?

They're both in interior design.

They're unemployed.

SHIV: Yeah. They... (CHUCKLES) ...offered to take photos

and I think they exported my address book.

- CAROLINE: No. - Yeah.

(WHISPERS) God.

The bachelorette party!

My mother would turn in her grave.

Uh... Hey, Rome is kinda concerned.

You do have a watertight prenup, right?

Do you think he's gonna do me in for Granny's fake Rubens?

You've got a good lawyer, at least?

Yeah, sure. I'm actually having to open up the divorce agreement

with your father because Peter loves the Eaton Square flat.

Has he not got one of his own?

CAROLINE: He had a bit of bad luck

with a salmon-smoking business

and he lost his place in Pimlico.

Ooh.

Quite the business brain.

Got a very big heart.

Well, I suppose opposites attract.

Should we just enjoy a fag?

And not do any sniping for a bit?

Or have you come to get some attention?

Me? Attention from you? Oh, no.

That ship sailed long ago.

Yeah. I might have been a bit of a spotty mother,

but you've been a shitty daughter, so...

You weren't a spotty mother, you were just...

an absence. But I'm fine.

I moved back to bloody New York so I could be near you,

and I never fucking saw you!

Mom, it's okay.

It's fine.

You let Dad take us and it was probably best.

I gave him custody so you could keep your shares

and I could protect your interests.

You chose.

"I'll have the carbonara and Daddy, please."

I didn't choose anything.

You tend to get what you want anyway.

SHIV: And you don't?

I don't think I've ever won

a single battle in my whole life.

Hmm.

I was ten, Mom.

I was a fucking kid.

CAROLINE: You were 13.

And you knew how to twist the knife.

You knew then, and you know now.

And I might cry.

Oh, yeah, where's the onion?

You were quite a piece of work.

You were my onion.

- You are my onion. - SHIV: Yeah, well,

you're my fucking onion.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Truth is, I probably should never have had children.

You made the right decision.

Some people just aren't made to be mothers.

I should've had dogs.

Well, you could've had dogs.

CAROLINE: No, not with your father.

He never saw anything he loved that he didn't wanna kick it

just to see if it would still come back.

ROMAN: Okay, what's this?

Okay, so your dad called a bunch

and Matsson won't take the calls.

Matsson hates the phone.

That's nothing. I told Dad that.

- GERRI: (SIGHS) - He left me a voice memo.

The tweets were just fucking around.

His lawyers have given him the Reg FD scares.

He's flying back to his Swiss place.

There's clarification coming.

Yeah. Well, your dad thinks

Matsson's trying to humiliate him.

Well, he's not.

So, Dad just needs to ride it out.

I don't think we need to panic, Gerri. Okay?

- I'm not panicking! - I think you are!

Because you're interrupting a great night.

I'm getting very pally with Laurie.

I might try to fuck him, see how that...

fits into our disgusting mess.

GERRI: Do not try to fuck Laurie.

What do you think about going to see Matsson?

Yeah. Sure. Does Dad want me to?

Yes. Your dad wants the deal.

But, you know, they need a translator.

Logan needs reassurance before the banker meet.

Okay, so you want me to save the deal?

Why didn't you say so? Piece of cake.

Save the deal, fuck Laurie,

lead the company into the promised land,

fuck Gerri...

It's gonna be a great week.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

KENDALL: Hey.

I-- I thought this was gonna be private.

I'm across a lot of shit and, uh,

she's monitoring.

KENDALL: Hang out wherever. You-- You guys can wait inside.

So I hear you were asking all about the menu and my chef.

Some things are off the menu for me health-wise.

You scared I'm gonna try and Jim Jones you with an olive?

Well, I-- I think they've brought some food

that's good for me. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah. It seems a shame. You know, Marco's a great chef.

So, we checked in with your doc and got the requirements.

(INHALES) So, what is all this?

You know, I-- I got a lot to do.

As ever.

GoJo price is spiking and your pal, Matsson,

has got a screw loose.

KENDALL: So,

I just wanted to talk to you, I suppose.

Look, I don't wanna get into it all right now

because if it's bullshit, I'll just leave. (MURMURS)

Can we be civil and not pull our guts out

all over the table?

- SERVER: (SPEAKS IN ITALIAN) - KENDALL: Sure.

Uh-- That-- That-- That one's for him.

(CRICKET CHIRPS AMIDST SILENCE)

- Where are the kids? - They're inside.

LOGAN: Iverson!

I'd like to say hello.

KENDALL: Sure.

Hey, kiddo!

How you doing?

Good.

You like mozzarella?

Um... Not much.

Try this.

There you go, try it.

IVERSON ROY: Yeah. It's okay.

LOGAN: (CLICKS TONGUE) Off you go, go on.

Kerry has got something for you in there, I think.

- KENDALL: Good night, buddy. - IVERSON: Night.

Who do you think I am?

You think I want you dead?

I'll be broken when you die.

Mm-hmm.

How's the boy doing?

Is he getting better?

KENDALL: He's-- He's fine.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

So, look...

my thing is...

I want out.

I think I thought I was a knight on horseback,

but, yeah, that isn't panning out.

Life's not knights on horseback.

It's a number on a piece of paper.

It's a fight for a knife in the mud.

(SCOFFS) Like, I don't really know...

where my life goes from here.

Uh...

Maybe, I...

could...

I don't know.

But I can't do jack shit.

So, here it is,

I wanna get a premium payout from the holding.

Two-bill and a chunky asset.

Something you can realize without shareholder input.

Maybe...

I don't know, outdoor advertising, podcasts.

I keep Fikret, Jess, and I'm gone.

I'm a ghost, divested, off the board,

complete disinheritance.

Won't even speak at your memorial.

We're done.

Well, I need to think about it.

KENDALL: Well, you-- you already--

You offered at my birthday.

- That was, uh, for fun. - Dad...

(GRUNTS) ...we can't do this bullshit forever.

Maybe I want you close.

You can do the mail, keep you rattling around.

KENDALL: I can't.

I tried, but I-- I thought that I could change things.

But I'm not as...

There's things you're able to do that I can't.

Maybe.

Maybe.

You've won...

because you're corrupt and so is the world.

Hmm. Well...

KENDALL: I'm better than you.

You're-- You know, I-- I-- I hate to say this,

'cause I love you, but you're kind of...

evil.

Don't talk about things you don't understand.

KENDALL: Well, you're smart,

but what you've done is you-- you've-- you've...

monetized all the fucking-- the-- the...

American resentments of class and race...

And I thought I was just telling folks the weather.

KENDALL: You've turned black bile into silver dollars.

Oh, you just noticed, did you?

Yeah, maybe I did.

LOGAN: Oh, fuck off.

Fine, you know what? (SCOFFS)

I don't give a fuck.

Not everyone can live this life.

I'm a great revolutionary.

A bit of fucking spice.

Bit of fun.

Fun?

A bit of truth.

Okay. Truth, okay.

I fucking know things about the world,

or I wouldn't turn a buck.

- KENDALL: Maybe. - Not necessarily nice things.

KENDALL: Look, whatever.

Let me out.

Okay?

Pay up and let me out.

I don't wanna be you.

I'm a good guy.

How long was that kid alive...

before he started sucking in water?

Couple of minutes?

Three, four, five?

Long time? Two minutes?

What were you even doing, huh? Chasing a bit of tail?

Hey, are you queer?

Did you try to fuck him?

Or was it just the drugs?

I'm better than you.

LOGAN: Sure.

You're my son.

I did my best...

and whenever you fucked up...

I cleaned up your shit.

And I'm a bad person?

Fuck off, kiddo.

Good night.

We're out of here.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

SHIV: Hey!

TOM: Hey.

How was your night?

Awful, you?

Yeah. Roman implied that Peter might have killed his first wife

and then he tried to goad Laurie

into talking indelicately about Gerri.

TOM: (MOANS, KISSES) Hmm.

Let's have a baby.

- Yeah? - SHIV: Uh-huh.

Yeah.

- I'm gonna fucking fight, Tom. - Okay.

(INHALES DEEPLY) Yeah. You don't just get given these things

in a house in the fucking Hamptons.

- Right. Right. - No.

You don't just get given the top job, or ATN.

I'm gonna have to fight for it.

Gotta fight Gerri and Roman and Ken.

But I can 'cause I'm smarter than them.

- Yes, you are. Yes, you are. - SHIV: Yeah!

SHIV: I'm gonna fucking do it!

And fuck Dad, he can kick me as many times as he wants.

(SNIFFLES) Like, ten or five years.

Get rid of Cyd, remake ATN.

- TOM: Yeah. - And destroy it.

- Yes. - Raze it to the ground, yeah?

Right. I mean, except me.

- Yeah! Yeah, except you! - Yeah.

You know, and Matsson's got Dad spooked,

so I'm gonna have to find him a better deal, a bigger one.

I'm gonna do it, and I'm gonna fucking nail it, too!

And what-- (HESITATES) Uh-- What about me?

- Wh-- - Uh-- And the--

- Together! Yeah! - Uh-huh.

Because we can't let the dirty little pixie become king.

- No. - Yeah? Blow up Roman,

and I'm the only candidate left in the field.

Let's do anything, yeah? What do you...

- Yeah. Uh... - SHIV: (INHALES SHARPLY)

- What do you wanna do to me?

- You're so fucking hot. - Just tell-- tell me anything.

Do anything to me.

Um-- You-- You...

You say anything to me.

Go on...

Mistress...

Siobhan Roy.

Go on.

You're not good enough for me.

Oh, right.

Oh. I see.

- Well, let's see about that. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

No, I'm way out of your fucking league.

- Oh, you think so? Yeah? - Uh-huh.

That's why you want me.

- That's why... -(DRAWS OUT WORD) Maybe.

...you love me.

Fuck you.

Even though I don't love you.

Uh-huh.

SHIV: But you want me anyway.

TOM: (MOANS)

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

- Hey! - Hmm.

- You crept out! - Yeah.

(SIGHS) Sleep well?

Oh, yeah. Really good. Lots of sleep.

(GROANS)

I'm sorry for waking you to ask, but I'm curious...

-(WILLA CHUCKLES) -...obviously.

Yeah. No worries. Yeah.

Yeah, s-- still thinking.

- Still thinking? - WILLA: Yeah.

Big decision.

Real-- Real life decision.

- CONNOR: Yeah. - So, just...

- Right. Right. -...thinking away. (CHUCKLES)

Just, this much thinking could start to get unromantic.

- Yeah. No. - Just sayin'.

Hey.

- Oh, wow. - Hey.

Is that the time?

CONTESSA: Excuse me?

Oh, just-- just checking the old watch there.

- Oh. - I can't believe it, um...

What are you-- What are you up to today?

Um... I don't know. Work shit?

Work?

- Yeah. - Or-- (HESITATES)

Okay, because...

I thought, or I've overheard, actually, that-- that you, uh,

not to-- not to intrude, or--

But-- But I thought maybe you were part of the...

the whole-- the--

- the titled monarchical, uh... -(CHUCKLES)

...sort of situation, if-- if that's not too--

too bold to say?

No, sure, but I do a bit of, uh--

I'm an online brand ambassador.

A fermented yogurt drink. (CHUCKLES)

Fermented yogurt?

- CONTESSA: Yeah. - Well, I've-- I've had that.

Yeah. It's good. It's really g-- It's, uh--

It's a-- It's a gut-cleansing treat.

- CONTESSA: Really? - Hey, dipshit? Hands off.

- CONTESSA: Hi. - Hey.

I'm just off to save the world. Should be back for dinner.

- Greg! (CLICKS TONGUE) - CONTESSA: Oh!

Would you please keep the contessa company? Um...

But don't look at her. Everyone knows what you're thinking,

and it's disgusting. Bye-ya!

Sorry about him.

Laurie, how the hell are you?

- I'm good. - GREG: Yeah!

- ROMAN: Good to see you. - GREG: Yeah! My cousin!

- CONTESSA: (CHUCKLES) - A very rude man.

Mm-hmm.

SHIV: GoJo price has lurched. (SCOFFS) And held.

Uh-huh. Power of the tweet.

Yeah. By midweek, their market cap is gonna be close to ours.

I don't think that Rome can find a landing zone for this.

- TOM: (INHALES SHARPLY) - You okay?

TOM: Uh-huh.

That was pretty-- pretty spicy pillow talk last night.

(GIGGLES) Yeah.

- Yeah. You ready? - TOM: Yeah.

Thank you.

But it did, uh-- It got pretty, um...

It got pretty-- You know, when you-- when you said,

(CLEARS THROAT) "Say something filthy"

or "Do something dirty."

Mm-hmm?

Yeah. I was just being horrible for fun, you know, dirty fun.

No, it was-- it was dirty, but...

this morning, you know, I feel a little, um...

a little afterburn, you know?

Like...

I was thinking...

more like love beads, or, you know,

- I'd be a sexy fireman, and... - Oh.

...it was-- kind of got into the realms

of that you don't love me.

(SCOFFS) Okay. Well, what happens in Sex Vegas...

Right, right, yeah.

No, I know, but then sometimes I think, um...

sometimes I think, "Should I maybe listen

to the things you say directly in my face

when we're at our most intimate?"

Tom! (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

You can't... Oh, my God!

You can't ask someone to say terrible things

and then get all...

That's a bit manipulative.

- TOM: Right. - SHIV: Yeah?

TOM: But did you mean it about the baby?

Yes.

Yeah, I...

Yeah, I think so.

One way or another.

You know, we should freeze at least.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You know, embryos survive way better than eggs. So...

we should...

put it together and then see where we are.

Okay. And-- And when do you-- when do you think that might be?

Well, I don't... (SIGHS)

(CHUCKLING) ...know, Tom. It--

It's important that the-- the-- the--

the host chamber is willing.

(SNORTS)

Well, they keep them for ten years and then,

you know, you can do what... (INHALES) ...you want,

but it-- it-- it-- it's different if one of us dies

or is in a long-term coma.

-(CHUCKLES) - And-- No, it's-- That's what--

It's true, you d-- you decide beforehand

what you would want to happen, and...

You know, I don't just automatically get them

if we divorce... (CHUCKLING) ...or something like that,

if that's the thing that concerns you.

No, I just-- I wo--

I wouldn't have necessarily thought about all of that.

Oh. Uh-- Well, I just think it's smart

- to bank some embryos. - Uh-huh.

And then, you know, we can see where we are.

So we could be looking at, like, ten years?

- That's-- That's like-- - Oh, well...

Ten years is like two-and-a-half Olympics.

SHIV: Actually, when you put it like that, it's... (CHUCKLES)

No. (HESITATES)

It'll get clearer. I just think it's a good option.

And then if something happens or, you know,

you change your mind, they destroy them,

it doesn't bind you.

I would want you to have my babies if I died.

Oh.

Oh.

Aw, thank you.

And if you died?

Would I want-- Um...

Yeah, I think so.

- Can I think about it? - Sure.

You know, Tom... (CHUCKLES) I do--

I may not love you, but I do love you.

You know.

I know. I do know. I do know.

SHIV: Well...

(INHALES DEEPLY) ...baby popsicles.

- Baby... - Baby popsicles.

SHIV: Uh-huh.

- Don't fall in! -(LAUGHS IN SURPRISE)

SHIV: (LAUGHS)

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Nope!

LUKAS MATSSON: Do you want me to hold your hand?

(SNICKERS) Hey!

LUKAS: Come on, I'll hold your hand.

Piss off!

Amazing place!

Yeah.

- ROMAN: No? - I don't-- I don't know.

It kind of freaks me out, to be honest.

Oh, yeah?

When I got it, I wanted everything

to be absolutely perfect.

Now, I'm sleeping on a camping mat

on the floor until I get a deep dive

on the best mattress in the world.

So...

Ah, it's-- it's great. It's great, but...

I'm just not feeling great.

I mean, I'm f-- I'm fine.

- Well-- But not really. - Okay.

Maybe let's leave the little feely-feelings out of it, uh,

'cause I'm gonna give you nothing.

- All right. - ROMAN: Nothing!

So, you got a view here...

- of the lake. - Sure.

- ROMAN: Water and boats. - Yeah.

- ROMAN: Have a gander. - Right. A lot of water.

Hey, what are you worst at?

Uh... Me?

- Yeah. - Worst?

Success doesn't really interest me anymore.

- It's too easy. - Uh-huh?

LUKAS: Like...

analysis plus capital plus execution. It's--

- It's fucking... - ROMAN: Mm-hmm.

LUKAS: Anyone can do that.

But failure...

- Oh. - That's a secret.

Just as much failure as possible

as fast as possible...

Just burn that shit out.

- Mm-hmm. Well, I... - That's interesting.

...am not telling you...

a single one of my weaknesses, ever.

Ever, ever, ever.

- Never ever. - That's smart.

I know. I'm smart.

'Cause I ream people.

Juice them like oranges.

No, look, seriously, I...

I get way too into people, and...

and then, they disappoint me.

(CLEARS THROAT) Hey, I'm, uh...

(CLICKS TONGUE) I'm thinking of doing like a...

quarterly up-or-outs at the company.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

Firing people is like 85% of why I get up in the morning.

But, uh...

do wanna ask you about that tweet,

if you don't mind.

Oh, the... (CHUCKLES)

- That one? - ROMAN: Yeah. Seriously. Yes.

You got, like, big shit coming your way?

(HESITATES) Dude... (CHUCKLING) ...are you, uh--

Are you asking me for material non-public information?

I mean, I don't know.

Were you trying to give your share price a pop

by tweeting unverifiable information

outside normal disclosure channels?

(MOCKINGLY) No. You're not allowed to do that.

-(SOBS MOCKINGLY) -(CACKLES)

- Yup. Yup. - LUKAS: So mean.

ROMAN: The thing I need to know...

is: do you want this deal? Are you into it at all?

- Yeah, I am. - ROMAN: Okay.

I'm just a little Swedish, you know?

- I'm, uh, into equality. - ROMAN: Okay.

I like getting into bed with people,

but I also like sharing it equally.

Okay.

Okay. It's just, um, I'm heading to Milan

to lock things down with Dad and the bankers.

And...

the tweet just didn't feel great.

And if you're hoping to just blow this whole thing up,

just tell me, okay?

I just wanna get myself the best of everything.

Okay.

Fuck, yeah. I get that. Definitely.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(ELEVATOR CHIMES)

- Hey. - ROMAN: Hey!

So?

- ROMAN: So, I think it's over. - What?

Yeah, I don't think Matsson's interested in getting acquired.

I think he's angling for a merger of equals.

- GERRI: Okay. Fuck! - Mm-hmm.

-(INHALES) So, it's dead, right? - GERRI: Well?

- Are you sure? - Well--

I mean, I don't wanna pile on the pressure, Roman,

and obviously there are always multiple ways forward

- and I don't wanna overcook this, but... - ROMAN: Mm-hmm.

...in terms of deals that make sense,

if we don't beef up soon, I think we end up someone's lunch.

Mm-hmm.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Well, thanks, Ger.

I'm already so stressed I'm jerking dust.

You want to tell him together?

I'm not really inside the details, so...

ROMAN: Okay. Sure.

Well, it was nice knowing you, then.

GERRI: Yep.

So, before we get the whole three-ring circus in here,

just among friends,

I wanna get a sense of what's going on.

Is he a Twitter panty-flasher?

Or is he a serious person?

Uh-- Well, he is a serious person.

SHIV: You're certain?

ROMAN: Yes, Shiv, he is serious.

But, Dad, he, um,

he thinks there's value that hasn't been priced in yet.

Matsson's gunning for a merger of equals.

So, I guess, you know, that probably...

SHIV: Uh-- Merger of equals?

Yeah. Like, he's got 12 of the prime Asian sports leagues

signed up for GoJo, and he's gonna fold it all into the platform.

Live sports, games, betting. It's a fucking growth bomb.

Okay, but... (HESITATES) Full 50-50 board, all stock,

Dad, what, splits control?

ROMAN: Yes, Siobhan.

- SHIV: Well, I don't-- - I know.

I don't think-- Dad?

But the guy isn't a fuckhead?

ROMAN: No. The-- The tweeting was a move.

Well, he's not some big baby who shits for clicks?

No. No. He's a-- He's on the snake.

You know, I know people, Dad. I'm-- I'm a people-sniffer.

Because I can win any bout with a boxer fuck,

but I don't know how to knock out a clown.

He's not a clown. He's a motherfucker.

It's what you would have done, right?

He just maximized his leverage.

Yeah, but merger of equals? Like...

- No such thing. - Always a top dog, right?

ROMAN: Sure. And, I mean, he wants the label,

but I think we could still be the puppy fuckers here!

Uh-- The family stake will be...

-seriously diluted. - Hmm.

ROMAN: I think he'd let us craft it so that we keep balance of the board.

I think he just wants the freedom and the status.

GoJo Royco. I mean, who gives a fuck?

Let him have the logo, we take the wheel.

Yeah, I mean, it would be real scale.

It's a legitimate way of staying relevant.

It's a... big upheaval.

Yeah, I mean the top team, they'll--

You know, you'll be obviously be fighting for your lives.

ROMAN: But I'm sure you can trust Dad, guys.

KARL MULLER: (ON TV) Obviously.

Merger's really a state of mind, right?

Dad, Gerri, you stay with your hands on the tiller.

I mean, their-- their price rise? It's real.

It's a proper fucking streamer!

And the future is...

movies, TV, music, games, sports, eSports,

VR, AR, betting, fucking everything,

for everyone, and Matsson knows how to get there.

Logan?

We can't afford to walk away right now.

Must be worth a conversation, son.

- ROMAN: Uh-huh! - LOGAN: Bring them in!

Let's get the banker fucks in here on this.

ROMAN: Okay.

Fuckin' A.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(PHONE BUZZES)

ROMAN: Hmm.

KERRY: Right this way.

This is Tom Wambsgans. He's the Chairman of ATN News.

- TOM: Hi. - BANKER 1: Hi.

- TOM: Tom. How are you? - BANKER 2: Good.

KERRY: Shiv Roy, President of Domestic Operations.

- BANKER 3: Glad to meet you. - GERRI: Gerri Kellman.

KERRY: Sit wherever you're comfortable.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

I need five.

Dad?

Uh-- Jesus. Fuck.

Um-- Yeah, that's his dick. He's...

sent you a picture of his dick by mistake.

Well, it's pretty obvious.

SHIV: (EXHALES HEAVILY)

Uh... Yeah, he meant to send it to Gerri.

- I don't get it. -(INHALES DEEPLY)

Uh-- Well, he-- Honestly, he's, uh, he's--

he's weird about Gerri.

SHIV: Everyone knows it, and...

and frankly, I think it's fucking disgusting.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Yeah, Gerri is probably just...

not stopping it for leverage.

You know, banking it as ammo.

Isn't he just Roman being Roman?

Uh... No.

No, I mean-- No, I think it's a...

potential problem.

There's issues, you know?

Everyone says that he used to get jerked off

by his personal trainer.

And now, there's this Gerri thing.

- It's a... -(SIGHS HEAVILY)

It's a track record, you know?

So, I think, you know, moving forward,

- perhaps we should-- - Oh, ho-- Okay. Okay. Okay.

Well, thank you. Uh... Thank you, Pinkie.

- Uh... Go on. - Okay.

-(SCREAMS) Roman! - Jesus, fu...

(DOOR IS OPENED)

Hey, put in a good word for you.

ROMAN: Thanks.

LOGAN: (EXHALES HEAVILY)

Are you a sicko?

- What is this? - Oh, Jesus.

- LOGAN: Why do you send them? - God, it's just, you know,

it's like...

"Here's my dick."

Oh, what? Like a-- a "fuck you"?

People just send each other pics of their dicks.

LOGAN: People send each other pics of their dicks?

Yeah. Have you heard of dick pics, Dad?

Well, we do publish a number of popular newspapers,

so yes, son.

Uh... We probably invented the fucking words.

But why?

Why-- Why? I don't know.

It's just like, "Here's my dick," I guess.

LOGAN: You got a problem?

What happened to that nice piece of tail you were with?

ROMAN: Uh... Tabitha? Yeah, she's amazing.

We're having some issues.

And, um...

LOGAN: What interests you in Gerri exactly?

Jesus, Dad. I'm fucking-- I'm screwing around!

I don't like things going on I don't know about.

She's a million years old.

It's fucking disgusting.

You're a laughingstock.

Oh, go on.

Oh, go on, fuck off.

- Um... -(SIGHS)

(HESITATES) So, like, what happens now?

I don't want her hanging around like frozen fucking piss.

ROMAN: Gerri?

Uh-- I'm not a radical feminist, Dad, but I think

perhaps we should not fire her

for receiving pictures of my dick.

Are you gonna come back?

Sorry about all this, Gerri.

It's just something I wanna get... (INHALES DEEPLY)

...you know, really clear about what's going on, you know?

And most importantly, to see if you're okay.

Uh-huh. It's-- It's not a big deal.

Okay. Yeah, I just wanna get things clear to--

For my dad, you know?

God, this must be so hard for you.

- It's fine. - Do you wanna...

No? Okay.

Uh-- So, has this or something like this happened before?

I can't recall.

SHIV: Mm-hmm? And if it did, uh, did you ask him to stop?

Let's talk about this, uh, tomorrow, okay?

Uh-- I just need to check in with some people.

Okay. Well, sure. I mean, it's not...

not as if you were welcoming these,

- uh, items. -(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES) Were you, Gerri?

Shiv. (SCOFFS)

Look, it's just something for your well-being

we need to get really clear about, because...

you know.

With all this potential upheaval,

and you being in such a delicate position as interim CEO,

if you can't deal with your own sexual harassment,

then it's not a good look.

I can cope.

Okay. So, do you wanna make a formal complaint

against him regarding this?

Well, that's for me to decide.

SHIV: Mm-hmm. I just think, Gerri, that...

you should report him to HR, because if you don't,

it could be argued that you welcomed these photos...

and that just undermines your position.

It's just-- That's my concern for you here.

I wonder if we shouldn't just kick this all the way up to the board.

(INHALES)

Well, thank you for giving this so much thought,

and, uh, I'll think it over, okay?

- So, I'll see you back inside. - Mm-hmm. Let me know.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(SIGHS)

Hey, Dad? I think I'm gonna head inside with Soph.

Okay, buddy.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪