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Listen, degenerates.

This is a week you dream about in markets.

And there's a lot of noise about Lumi's developing collapse.

As far as I'm concerned, that's yesterday.

I'm watching for drips of color

about the government's emergency budget.

That is where we make money in the next 48 hours.

So, if you're not buzzing, check your pulse.

Bob, you...

got that two racks for the horses?

Yeah, man, this is getting a little bit toppy for me.

I mean, the initial buy-in was what... a 100

- how have we got to 2K? - How much dough have I made you?

You've seen your bespoke email.

All your returns are there in handsome black and white.

Yeah, but I've never actually held the money.

Come on, Bobby, money is an illusion.

It's a social construct built on trust.

Well, unless you think I'm fucking you or something?

I mean, by all means, cash out at any time. I just...

I don't want you to miss out on a two-to-one shot second favorite.

He won on the bridle last time out, jockey was hands and heels.

He's my NAP!

I don't know what the fuck you just said

but all right.

Is there any reason why this is so analog?

Yeah, people's wives get testy.

Anyway, who in history was ever helped by a paper trail?

Obviously, we're all very disappointed

with Lumi...

going into administration.

There were external factors

beyond our control.

The unfortunate timing of geopolitical

- commodity pressures... - No, Eric

you mean a perfectly predictable gas price spike

which wasn't adequately modeled by the company.

Or by Pierpoint.

How... how heavily invested

were Pierpoint Asset Management in Lumi?

Were they invested in Europa, or future ones?

And what if those pull, or fail?

As a salesforce...

Lumi or any other IPO's failure

isn't on us.

We aren't to blame

for a company's over-ambition.

We've been presented with a product. We sell it.

Tomorrow, there'll be a new product. We sell that.

I've been reassured there'll be more green IPOs on the docket

- in the next three quarters. - Wait, so just I burned

six months of my life for nothing?

You got paid, didn't you?

After Europa Gaz postponed

I was talking to another grad in IBD

and they were saying that the atmosphere there

it's pretty dark.

Your friend should be careful about what he tells you

given it could be privileged information.

And, you know, the fact that socio-economically challenged people

signed up to this by the bucketload

and are now having their energy bills gouged

to a point where they can't even meet them.

Lumi committed fraud.

Come on! We don't have time for this Bolshevik shit.

I'm sure the government's working out a way

to protect the vulnerable.

Apparently, Henry Muck's been called

in front of a government select committee.

Will Pierpoint have to send a representative as well?

Why are you looking at me?

Ven, this bleeding heart thing

would be Oscar-winningly endearing

during a quieter week.

I get why Yas and Rob are feeling particularly stung

given that they were in bed with the CEO.

Excuse me?

Rish...

watch how you address people in here.

Yeah, I was speaking figuratively.

What's this got to do with Lumi?

Fuck all.

Look, the only catalysts that matter this week

are the emerging details of the government's emergency budget.

How you axed heading into it?

I'm long sterling.

Against what?

Dollars. On long cable.

The market hasn't properly priced these announcements at all.

Cutting taxes. Throwing fucking coal into the furnace!

A proper manifestation

of what we truly believe in...

a no-bullshit free market vision.

The ghost of Margaret Thatcher

in a handsome Asian kid.

When did you become such a Tory?

Well, when I fell head over heels in love with money, wanker.

I hope you don't mind

we're going off-book for Boxing Day.

Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall

has a very accessible red cabbage biryani.

Mommy, stop flirting.

Have you seen George Osbourne

- at Hauser and Wirth? - Oh, God.

He seems besotted

- by the local chutneys. - Hannah?

Are you drinking?

Do you mind taking Hugo?

Bad timing, he's just spent a dirty penny in there.

You shouldn't be drinking.

I've pumped.

You'd think having a pub on your land would mean faster service.

Whose was the mulled wine?

And the bitter?

Well, wouldn't it be easier

if we just installed a little bar in the pavilion?

You wouldn't have to schlep to the pub.

Ramdani, settle a controversy from a city perspective.

I think the government's gone absolutely mad.

I mean, austerity on top of inflation.

You really have to think about the little guy in all this.

And now the bloody Chancellor's threatening this emergency budget.

One of my friends working in Whitehall says

he's about to slash taxes for the top earners.

Yeah, it's a bet on Britain.

Low tax, high growth society.

Proper trickle-down supply-side economics.

Well, if he announces half the things they're suggesting tomorrow

we're in for a good couple of years.

Well, at least people like us are anyway.

I mean, can't be all bad Nicky.

Slashing inheritance tax must be worth a few quid, right?

Well, yes, I need every penny I can get.

Nicholas, you're making us feel bad

for getting such a good deal on the cottage.

He did get it at a discount.

The dowager's favorite game-keeper

let your new house go to seed when he lived in it.

I honestly think he was fucking the old bat in there.

I like the decor you've chosen.

Smart.

Leave it to Rishi

it would be Santorini white

with a load of silver Christmas ornaments.

Do you like me playing with my wet little pussy?

Remember to leave a tip.

Fuck, you're sexy.

Shit.

It's okay. It's okay.

Fuck.

Nothing better than Christmas in Somerset.

Beats living in the city, eh, old boy?

Go on then.

Sharing is caring.

I like a white Christmas.

Oh, thanks.

Roger's settling in with me rather well.

- Who? - The dog. Your dog.

- Well, I guess now my dog. - Yeah, his...

his name's Rajah.

Is that a traditional name?

Well, it's from Aladdin.

Right.

So...

look, I've...

I've engaged an architect on the pavilion, you know.

- Oh, yeah. - Not... not a cheap guy.

The drawings he sent me

they still retain the spirit of this place

but make it more practical, you know? More 21st century.

And it's technically on my piece of land now, so...

I've got a local guy doing one of these

for the solar fields we're building.

They look like absolute shit.

Well, listen, his point is that we're not...

we're not maximizing the space, you know?

So, okay

we can knock down all of...

Well, not knockdown. I mean...

I mean, cosmetic changes.

Add a five-seater bar...

a pool table.

A video wall so people can watch the Test Match with their bitters.

- It's going to be Eden, mate. - Yeah.

You know, I'm building something for the community.

What about the pictures?

The founders' wall?

Yes...

Yeah, that's... that's the centerpiece.

That... that brings it all together. That's history, you know?

- I'd... I'd never get rid of that! - My great-great-grandfather

was very particular about the pavilion when he built it.

He bowled a mean off-break, a "proto off-break," apparently.

The old genius is safe on my wall.

Rishi, why haven't you turned out for this lot yet?

Bet you have a beautiful punch of a cover drive.

I thought you said you opened the batting at school?

Yeah, got a chronic ankle injury.

- No, you don't. - Diana knows

how much the pavilion means to the village.

We've spent so many summers together here.

Dad forced me.

Do you think I have to properly engage

Nicholas and the elders

before I break ground on the pavilion?

I think whatever you're pursuing

with this fucking cricket pavilion renovation

is a bit of a folly.

It's just simpler to let them be.

Well, who've you been talking to?

Has Nicholas got into your head?

You don't need to do it.

We've spent enough money on the house.

Have we? We've barely touched it.

It looks like the sort of place we'd send your parents to die.

I worry we're over-extending ourselves.

I wish you'd let me help manage our finances.

We're fine.

Okay, that's my area. So...

Did you listen to my interview with Bessel van der Kolk?

He wrote The Body Keeps the Score.

- Yeah, of course, I did. - Your back irritation

is maybe internal issues presenting externally.

I told you, Rajah was hypoallergenic anyway

there was no need to give him away.

I can hear the blood rush around my head.

It's so quiet here.

You know, sometimes

my hours are dangerously empty while you're at work.

One of my exes from Newcastle

text me last week.

Pathetic attempt at reconnection.

He's thick as shit.

Amazing body.

But after the text...

I imagined him fucking me over our kitchen table...

and I made myself come.

Why the fuck would you say that to me?

Sorry...

Sorry, I was trying to turn you on.

Yeah, well, you're a fucking mother.

- Can I help you? - Yeah. Is Rishi in?

I just thought I'd come and...

pay my respects with something small for the little one.

I'm Vinay, Rishi's mate.

Vinay, of course. You were at school with Rishi, right?

Guilty.

Do you want to come in?

I don't want to impose...

Don't be ridiculous. Yeah, come in.

Cool, thank you.

We smoking a bit of the devils' lettuce?

Cheeky toke.

- Vin! Hey, hey. - Hey. Yes, bruv.

- Good to see you. - How you doing?

Yeah, good...

what are you doing here?

To the manor born.

It's good. Suits you, man.

You know, I just thought I haven't come and seen

your new beautiful home yet, you know?

I thought I'd come and drop something off

for the little bambino.

Just a little something, you know?

Thanks.

So, you're selling a house in the area?

Rish, didn't you mention Vinay was in property?

- Yeah. Yeah, no, I am, yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

Listen...

let's go for a walk.

I... I want to show you around the new grounds.

- Yeah? - Yeah, let's...

- We can go now and then... - Okay.

- Yeah... - Okay. Cool.

Take it easy on the old...

Yeah, you go on. I'll catch up.

- Okay. - Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

I won't be long.

This Nicholas, the geezer who sold it to me

he's one of those poshos who's asset-rich but illiquid.

Can't even afford to heat his own gaff, you know?

So he sold me a few acres, the...

the gamekeeper's cottage, this...

this pavilion.

I mean, it's mine, but it feels like it's theirs.

You know, these local fuckers, they're so hopped up on nostalgia.

They won't even let me tear it down to build a good thing.

But you were fucking shit at cricket

why are you now obsessed with a pavilion?

Look, bro, it's impractical for me to come out here, okay?

You need to stop avoiding me.

I... I'm not avoiding you, bro.

Okay, look, I gave you leeway on repayment of the initial

but you can't miss two weeks vig in a row.

That's twenty grand.

Look, I don't have that cash on me right now, okay?

But I'm collecting from my syndicate tomorrow.

What are you talking about? Listen to me.

Your horses are not fucking coming in, bro, okay?

And how are people still buying in

if you're not showing them any returns?

Excuse me...

Can I help you, gentlemen?

There's no loitering by here.

Loitering? I own the fucking place.

Sorry, Mr. Ramadani.

I didn't recognize you with your friend there.

Dark out tonight, innit?

Come on.

No problem.

No problem at all.

So listen, I'll...

I'll come to your office tomorrow, yeah?

Oh, I've... I've got team drinks.

Oh, no, I'll...

I'll send you the details, you know?

I'll make you whole. You know I will.

Fuck, oi!

Oh, morning, Rishi!

Thanks for being such a generous host last night.

- Really feeling it today. - Me too.

Feels like I've been fucked in the ass

by a Russian circus.

Nicholas, what are you doing in my garden

- at five in the morning? - Oh, sorry.

Just saw the hedge from my window not being maintained.

- I tend towards a flailed hedge. - Sure.

Yeah. Oh, just a quick thing.

Personally, I love the car.

I think it's a lot of fun.

I think a few of the older people in the village

would prefer if you eased off the accelerator

in the dawn and twilight hours.

Right, no, I hear you. I hear you.

But we are so delighted

at how you and Diana have assimilated into our community.

I mean, I've known Diana since she was four, you know?

Yeah, you said.

It's lovely when people come back to where they're from.

Oh, and thanks so much for being so engaged

and forward-thinking about the pavilion.

I think again, a few of the older crowd

would find it hard to let go.

Not me necessarily.

I had a quiet word with Diana and she tends to agree.

Yeah, listen, I've...

I've got an actual job to get to, so see you later.

Okay. All right.

- See you, Rishi. - See you later.

Oi, you... you got that 2K for the horses?

Yeah. Yeah... I've got it, but...

I'm having second thoughts.

Fine. Miss out. Fuck off.

Mate, listen, I've done everything I can

to palm Risk Control off.

Just ignore them, okay? They're jobsworth pests.

Okay, but...

Listen, you've been adding to the sterling long

for the best part of what, a quarter now?

At least since the Lumi IPO.

Risk are a call away

from coming onto the floor

- and blowing the lid on you. - Just ignore them.

Whoever's junior you've been talking to

tell their boss to call me.

Capiche?

- Garcon! - Yes, sir.

- Morning, sir. - There you go.

Thank you.

Listen, do you really want to call their bluff?

Listen, it'll all be sorted after the budget announcement, okay?

- No... - I'm running my view

the view I get paid to have and enact...

You're running a 625 million quid position...

Keep your fucking voice down.

No, almost half of that is on my book.

You're 45 million over your 300 million risk limit.

I'm nearly 20 below mine.

Man, I'm tired of living with the stress of this.

It's not good for my, like...

mental health.

Your what?

LeviathanAlpha are asking for cable prices

heading into the headline announcement.

Okay, ping me Harper's direct dial.

- On your email. - Thank you, sweetie.

LeviathanAlpha.

Who's the only market maker you know

with a bouquet more compelling than a Parisian parfumier?

Hello, Rishi.

In one, doll. Listen

because money heals antipathy as fast as it creates it

I was hoping we could allow the blissful sanctuary

of a business transaction

to be our first step to closure?

I'm listening.

- What are you doing in FX? - Why would I tell you that?

Well, I'm a buyer of pounds.

Any color on what Goldman's doing?

Okay, but this is quid pro quo

and if I ever need any color on anything in the future

you're a fucking rainbow.

Capiche?

I spoke with Daria on Goldman's...

macro desk this morning.

- They are short cable. - Daria?

What, she's dealing with you again? How'd you swing that?

I have the money to pay her to like me now.

All right, Goldman's a seller.

Fine. That's more liquidity.

You know, they're...

they're thinking too long-term.

I'm interested in trading minutes here.

You're betting against GS?

Why are you the other side?

They're always right on macro catalysts.

We took a tiny low-conviction cable long

into the emergency budget.

I have it on decent authority

that they're slated to cut to the top rate of tax.

Don't tease me, H. I don't like foreplay.

If you're going to put it in, put it in.

- Charming. - Well, if they're going to do

something that politically loud

I think my view on the scale of the budget

is vindicated.

Okay, I mean, I don't know what to tell you.

Whisper is it's happening.

- What's Harper saying? - Top rate tax cut.

Is this really the best time

to be testing investors' willingness

to lend to the UK?

Like, do they understand how macroeconomics works?

It's high risk, high reward. Mega bullish.

Is it?

I mean, if the UK can't pay its debt

then the pound is gonna be in the toilet.

I didn't know Milton Friedman wore Manolos.

That's because these are Bottega.

- So... - But it's a big bet on Britain!

Okay.

Is that Risk again?

No, it's...

it's HR.

Someone in our team found a few comments.

Wonder if I read a couple, they might jog your memory.

Apparently, of one female client words

were uttered to the effect of...

"She looks like the type of thick cunt

who swallows her mouthwash."

Sorry, I don't even know what that means.

"That's why I date crazy women.

The corollary of them being fucked in the head

is that they suck cock

like a veal calf."

Is this funny to you?

Yeah, what's the purpose of this meeting?

Are you accusing me of something?

Our HR team found

an anonymous subreddit

called "Overheard at Pierpoint."

Okay. So, was I mentioned by name?

We have unofficial, non-specific complaints

about your lexicon being rather regressive.

And your floor was mentioned.

We localized our suspicions to you.

Oh, suspicions?

Let me just get this right.

This was anonymous

it was uncorroborated

and I wasn't even mentioned by name.

What are you, the fucking Stasi?

You've dragged me off my desk

for this unsubstantiated horseshit?

I think it's in your and the bank's best interest

that I go and do my job, yeah?

Cheers, guys.

This has been great.

There's nothing to it, mate.

It's pissy gossip on a pissy website.

Rish, let's be straight, your language is...

a bit unadulterated.

You're a little blue.

You're not serious.

Why would I censor myself?

The contract of this place is simple

as long as I'm making money, I'm free.

Some might argue that it's not decent.

Oh, fucking hell. Decent?

You trap everyone into a power game

where they don't know where they stand with you.

And I'm punished for talking straight?

Who are you talking about?

Who aren't I talking about?

Maybe if you spoke straight

to your fucking talented protégé

you wouldn't have felt the need to fire her

for outgunning you.

Replacing her with some tidy skirt who brightens your mornings.

Watch your mouth.

You used to be an equal-opportunities cunt.

And fair fucks to you.

You know, 'cause this...

this is a trading floor.

Some people might read your hyper-machismo

as a direct correlation to your appetite for risk.

Is this your way of softening me up for a firing?

What, the bank suddenly gives a fuck about the way I talk

after 15 years?

Yeah, how rich.

Risk just called me.

Yeah, what do they want?

You're running a 300 million sterling position?

Is this correct?

Adler raised my risk limit for the Lumi IPO.

You're kidding me, right?

He raised it for a 12-hour period.

Not fucking house money

to play with

that'll blow our whole year.

Risk told me

to get you to close the position.

- Stop loss. - It's a bit fucking late

for a stop loss, wouldn't you say?

Eric, we have got no choice but to run it.

Rish, MD to MD...

I had a brave face on

in that morning meeting.

We may be on the precipice

of a crisis.

You realize you're the face

of Lumi's failure, right?

It was your gormless face staring out at the audience at COP.

You notice how the team spoke to you.

You've lost the dressing room.

Do you think that's the kind of guy I am?

I have no idea. It's just who you are at work, right?

Is that you?

I don't know. I don't really care.

Do you regret fucking me or something?

Hell no. I like short, sharp demands.

- They work for me. - Funny that.

Is that why you sell your pussy on the world wide web

and I'm the one that's meant to be devolved.

- Keep your fucking voice down. - Yeah.

What did Tyler from Idaho buy you off your wish list?

Oh, fuck off.

So, it wasn't you who snitched on me?

Yeah, are we gonna have this review, then?

My work

you haven't even looked at the risk analysis

- that I've been working on. - Fuck it.

I was gonna give you 10 out of 10 anyway.

"Tick every box, exceptional."

'Cause you, my friend, have been a stellar hire.

Yeah.

- Acknowledge my fucking work. - I acknowledge that mouth.

What if I left my wife for you?

Yeah, okay.

Please go away.

Can't believe the Tories have been in power for 14 years

and then they have the front to do this.

- It's certainly bold. - What?

The Chancellor just cut the top rate of tax.

Congratulations, hon, guess you were right.

- The Lord is my bitch! - My phone! Rishi, my phone.

- Gotta go! - God.

- Dickhead. - Yeah, come on!

You know what day it is? It's Christmas Day!

Sorry! Get a bag in!

Prick!

Yes, I owe you a beer.

Watch it, watch out.

Yo, what the fuck is going on?

Why is cable gapping down 250 points?

It's totally unprecedented.

None of our in-house macroeconomists saw it coming.

Anraj.

Anraj, is there any color on this sell-off?

- Fucking bond market hates this. - The pound is getting fucked

- seven ways to Sunday. - Britain's a basket case

and the world is pricing it.

- That's not good for sterling. - What?

The Telegraph called it the best budget

that's been delivered by a historic margin!

Yeah, well, tells you everything that.

If anyone deserves a firework shoved up their ass

on the fifth Sunday after Epiphany, it's the Chancellor.

Yeah, one of the three wise men

certainly didn't bring Jesus a top-rate tax cut.

Yeah, H, what's this price action?

What the fuck is going on?

Hearing some chatter that the budget rollout's

been mismanaged.

The government was warned the market might take it badly

and they ran with it anyway.

- Fuck. - Just got an IB

from a connected client

saying this was all the Chancellor's wet dream

and he didn't even run it past the Cabinet.

Rishi, you managing this?

- I'm... - Sterling gapping lower now

- on rumors of policy mismanagement. - Yo, get the fuck off my hoot!

Don't push me.

I know the macro environment's on fire

but tomorrow morning, we need a team powwow

bit of an inventory.

- HR related. - Come on, are you kidding me?

Surely this is not an apposite time for that?

No. But they've just mandated it.

- Fucking hell! - Mate...

What are you gonna do about risk?

The position is worse now.

It's all gravy with Eric.

Look at me.

I know it was you.

The snitch. I know it was you.

Mate, I have no idea what you're on about.

Doors closing.

Lift going down...

Doors opening.

Yes, bro?

Yo, who's this?

Friend.

Are you serious about this?

I'm serious about the 20 grand, Rish.

Where is it?

How are you in finance and so broke?

Look, whatever this is, man

there's no need for it, okay?

I'm getting it now.

I'm just waiting for people in the syndicate to cough up.

Come on, I'm collecting, just...

just stay here.

I will be 20 minutes tops.

Yeah? I swear it.

Gates, Gates, have you...

- have you got my two grand? - Happy Christmas.

Yeah, it's printing money boss.

Nice one.

And I shit myself.

Listen, you got my money? The 2K?

Yeah, I mean...

Man, I've got rent, you know?

- Cost of living, man. - Be a fucking man, yeah?

- Okay, yeah. - Yeah.

- So... - Come on, I've got it.

I'll count it, I trust you.

I trust you, bro, wise soul.

You got some truth out of that one.

You would think after 25 years...

I know we've had a bit of a day, so...

- It's under control, right? - Yeah...

Nothing that a...

a cool eight grand can't fix between pals.

- Happy holidays. - Impressed.

If I knew it was so easy to make money in horses

I may have leaned into it a little more.

Well, I mean, don't denigrate my expertise.

The simplicity belies the complexity.

Okay.

Eric...

Forget about picking winners, yeah? That's for mug punters.

My next nag has just moved to a top Irish yard.

Okay, I've got an inside contact

who said they'll switch the feed for the horse

48 hours before he runs.

Like he's had a dodgy korma.

You can't lose on that loser.

That 8K, it's not working very hard for you

in your blazer pocket, so...

Forgive me for not trusting you.

Yeah...

Go on. Take it out of my pocket.

Let's pretend it was never real.

It's Christmas.

There's an extra 200 in there.

I was gonna tip the shoeshine.

Rishi Rish. We saying, bruv?

What you got for me?

Forgive me, man.

I don't have it. I...

None of it?

Okay, listen. Listen.

It's sound. Okay...

Birth year, yeah?

I got it for 12.

But the Arabs at Burlington Arcade

I swear to you, they'll pay 18 plus.

Box and papers too, man.

Doesn't it have sentimental value?

I decided I hate nostalgia, so...

Are you all right, bro? Honestly though?

How deep are you in, really?

How much you conned your colleagues out of?

I'm in a hole, man.

I'm in a hole.

It's cool. It's cool.

I love this time of year for the jumps.

You know what, I've got a good tip for you actually.

- Yeah? - I know you owe me 200 G's

plus the vig, but...

I can spot you 50 G's if you want

for New Year's Day racing at Exeter.

That's if you're still even betting on horses.

- Nah... - No?

You're all right, man. You're good.

Enjoy the timepiece though.

- Okay. - Yeah.

This'll probably buy you a couple of days.

Week for a friend.

- Yeah, thank you, man. - All right? Safe.

- Yeah, cheers, appreciate you, man. - Yeah, cool.

The lot.

There you go.

Cheers.

Change.

Seventeen

nineteen, stick...

blackjack.

Nine, seventeen.

Twenty-one.

Twenty.

Come on!

Thank you.

Change.

Sixteen, seven, eighteen.

Thirteen, fifteen

eighteen.

Ten, doubles.

Twenty-one.

All in.

- Twenty... - Come on...

Fifteen...

too many.

Yeah, I'll have two vodkas

we'll have two mixers as well.

Oh, and a round of shots, yeah?

Wanna come on the table? Come on, come round onto the table.

What you doing with my fucking girlfriend?

- What the fuck? - Get the fuck off me!

What the fuck are you doing, mate? Get off!

Fucking... I'll kill you! Cunt!

Come on.

Fucking dickhead!

I'll fucking kill you.

All of it.

- Yeah, come on. - There you are.

- Cheers. - Hello, sir.

Hundred change.

Place your bets.

Placed on black.

Number 23, red.

Red.

No more bets. No more bets.

No more bets, thank you. All money goes on black.

Number 32, red.

Sorry, sir, no cash.

The cashier is open.

Sir, you forgot something.

Where the fuck are you?

- I... stayed in London. - Fucking again.

- Okay, I'm just heading to work. - Do you think I'm fucking dense?

Who were you with? What have you taken?

I've been up all night with our child

and you've been fucking off and drinking again...

Where've you been?

What the fuck happened to your face?

Walked into a door.

Oh, man...

Mate...

Mate, what am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do? The FCA is gonna pull my license.

Hey, what happened to your face?

When are you gonna shave that fucking thing off?

You look like you've been sipping shit.

It's a new look.

No, it's... it's a cry for help, okay? Just...

Fuck!

Fuck! Why is sterling trading even worse?

Eric. Eric.

Eric, what are your gilt mates saying?

How the fuck are we almost...

almost at parity with the dollar?

Football is called soccer now.

You dealt with that issue, right?

I don't want another call from Risk.

Well, haven't you seen, pension funds have been like

almost wiped out from long-dated yields exploding.

Bank of England support gilts now.

Surely this is unsustainable?

How far are these fucking Tories gonna let this slide?

Oh, so they're fucking Tories now, are they?

The worm has turned.

What is it, mate?

Why are you looking at me like you want to slip it in, huh?

You... you never seen a shiner before?

(Arabic) Habibi, you'd be cleaning my house back home, by the way.

What did he say then?

Yas, come on, tell me

- what the fuck did he just say? - I don't know. I don't know.

- He's speaking in Egyptian Arabic. - No, you do.

Just... just tell me. Just tell me, come on, what did he say?

It's fine, I can take it.

I'd rather not say.

(Arabic) I'm telling you, people like him clean my house back home.

- You know, "cleaning". - Shut up.

Yo. Yo, Mo Salah. Mo Salah.

You waltz around here

like a fucking melt in your Versace gear.

Who the fuck are you?

What... what are you doing here?

You're in my personal space.

We need to spend a...

a minimum 15 minutes

in here.

Anyone wanna share...

anything?

Does anyone wanna share anything about...

how they feel

about working on our desk?

Come on, guys, let's not tart this up. We're...

We're here because of me.

I mean, you're making this about you.

Fuck's sake.

I... knew you grassed on me.

- What? - So, what are we here for?

Okay.

- Was it you? - What are you talking about?

Someone's been leaking

some of our more choice language

to an internet forum.

Oh, god.

Do we really need a committee on how we speak to each other

instead of just, you know, speaking to each other?

Was it... was it you who snitched?

Come on, just tell me, which one of you snitched?

Come on, just tell me.

Why are you assuming it's a woman?

Maybe it was

a disgruntled former employee

like Kenny?

Rish, mate, I think some people

may see it

you know, the way you speak as a bit...

backwards.

One, I'm sorry for trying to make you laugh.

It's... it's a... it's a bit of bounce!

It's what makes me good at my job.

It's misogynistic.

If you don't exude confidence...

clients will... they'll just...

- they'll just run you over. - God...

were you always like this?

Come on, what difference does it make?

Okay, you... adapt.

You make people uncomfortable.

- That's it. - Christ! Am I...

Am I losing my mind here?

All this circle-jerking about how we feel

and... and how our words have consequences.

Well, and all this

proxy culture war navel-gazing

that we're doing...

Guys, there's...

China is slowly growing more powerful.

Come on!

Anraj...

Anraj, come on.

Come on, do I make you uncomfortable?

Tell...

tell them, come on.

Well, sometimes...

sometimes I'm scared

to come into work...

because I'm worried about...

you know, how you're gonna...

talk to me.

New catalyst on the tape.

The Chancellor's expected to make a statement

in five minutes.

What are clients doing, please?

There's no real conviction

as to whether it's a double down, or a rollback.

So, it's a coin toss where sterling goes.

Hello?

Rish, I have Harper on the line. She wants to buy pounds.

Yeah, patch me in.

Hey, are you a buyer into this announcement?

Good morning to you too.

Can you fill me on this trade?

Why are you buying?

Come on, what's your read on the announcement?

- What do you know? - I have conviction.

Okay, where's it from?

I have a source. Can you help or not?

H, I'm not actually axed that way.

Fuck. Buyer of pounds.

Someone knows something. Someone knows something.

All salespeople, listen up

I am a buyer of pounds.

What the fuck are you doing?

Pierpoint is a buyer of cable!

Any salesperson worth two bollocks gets me pounds.

Get on the phones.

- What are you doing? - Anraj, what is he doing?

He's taken over my book.

He's running an extra 300 million on it.

He... I don't know what to do. He forced me.

What's your bid on 150 million pound, Tudor?

Fuck it, I'm 80 bid.

Eighty bid...

Done at 1.0880.

Rish, I have sterling for you. I wanna see your bid.

Stop trading now!

Fuck that. Yas, speak. Eric, let me do my job.

Avatar wants your bid for 200.

Thirty bid on nine.

Yours, 200 done at 1.0930.

How big is his position now?

Close to a full yard.

What? A billion pounds!

- I'm calling security. - Mine...

Rishi, step away from your terminal.

- Mine! Mine! Look at the tape! - I need someone up here now

- at 8th floor... - Chancellor reveals plans

to reverse almost all provisions made in the budget.

Including top rate tax.

This is a full-scale rollback.

Repeat, they've set fire to their plans.

Fuck...

Sterling is rallying again!

It is gapping up.

- It's gapping up, honey! - Oh, my god!

Talk about an emergency rate hike!

The MPC are raising rates by 200 basis points.

You are fucking kidding me.

The biggest rise in UK interest rates

in 27 years!

Sterling back through our level now.

We're in profit. I need to offload the position asap!

Can someone get me out of this long, please?

Any salesperson?

I'm a seller up here.

Double sales credits!

I have a buyer. Al-Mi'raj in size.

Yeah, any size like that.

Okay, okay. Wait.

What's your offer on a yard of sterling?

Seventy.

Seventy...

Mine.

- Done at 1.1370. - Yes!

Rule Britannia.

Yes, do you want something?

Eric, Eric, can you call off the gendarme?

Yeah? We have a fucking understanding

- don't we? - Yes, we do.

Thank you.

We've made 18 million

across our books.

You're not even a good trader.

You're just lucky.

Yeah?

Tell me...

what's the difference?

You're a gentleman.

Doors closing.

Lift going down.

Wait, I've just got an email saying that you've...

you've resigned?

I hope it was...

sunny enough and my "let's still be pals" tone

isn't too insincere.

Okay, but seriously, where are you going?

I'm bored

working for this dictatorship of dying men.

Tell me exactly

how does "a veal calf suck cock"?

I never said that.

I wouldn't know.

Sloppily...

I guess, but you know, some intention.

I know you never said that.

But I think I wrote

a pretty good approximation of your voice, no?

Oh, by the way

Sweetpea told me you were a bad fuck.

She called you a "five-pump chump."

Doors opening.

But listen, it was really great working with you.

Doors closing.

Fuck!

- Why do you keep doing this to me? - Please, just stop.

Just calm down. I'm sorry.

- Who were you fucking last night? - No one!

You said we would reset after the wedding?

- You promised me! - We are! We are!

You fucked some little slag in the pub toilets

- What? - while your pregnant wife

was entertaining your horrid friends!

Fine, well I didn't wanna get married.

- Neither did I! - So then why are we married?

Because I love you!

Yeah, and I love you too!

No, you love your fucking English country rose.

I don't wanna be someone's country wife, okay?

Some dull breeding machine you spunk into!

Or just someone's fucking mother.

That is not an identity I signed up for.

You don't even fucking eat me anymore!

Eat you...

You are the one who said you were happy with me pulling out!

Okay? You are the one who said

it would be 99% effective!

I married a partner.

You were fun and engaged

and when you were cruel

you made sure we were cruel together.

What the fuck happened to that guy?

I didn't force you to move here.

No.

I was under the impression it was a decision we made together.

How much do you owe?

I...

- Two hundred grand. - Oh, my god.

Please...

- Are we in danger? - No.

- Is Hugo in danger? - No.

No, this wasn't him, okay? Please...

I feel so ashamed.

Your shame is not useful to me right now

- okay? - Listen...

your parents can...

they can... they can tide me over, right?

They... They've...

They... they can maybe give me some, you know

some liquidity, like a bridge loan?

And my comp's gonna come soon. Okay, please, they...

they've got that lying around. I know they do, please.

You have no idea what their finances are like.

That's your prejudice.

And I would never ask them.

Not for this. Not for anything. Nothing.

Not to fucking foot your gambling addiction!

I have some money from my media work.

The podcast, some sponcon stuff.

Okay.

It's in a separate account.

And some savings.

What, you're surprised my little hobby

- makes money? - No.

Do you know what being a man is?

It...

it's not how you seem around other men

or what you do to make yourself

feel a certain way around other men.

It's how you treat the people

who expect your love.

I'm not perfect.

There's a guy in the village I have look at house stuff.

I invite him in.

We both know exactly what's going on.

We enjoy it.

Last week, I let him go down on me.

Did you come?

- What difference does it make? - Did you...

fucking come?

Yes.

A lot.

Was it Nicholas?

What difference does it make?

Why?

Oh, fuck.

Yeah.

It's much easier to raise strong boys...

than fix broken men.

Di...

Be honest with me.

Do you think I'm a misogynist?

No, you're a chauvinist.

What's the difference?

I did a podcast about it.

By the way, a bad joke doesn't make you a bad person.

How do I know what kind of person I am?

Everyone is the same person they were at seven

not even the same person they were yesterday.

Life is how you muddle

through that contradiction.

Have you noticed that Nicholas is always on our property?

He still thinks it's his.

You know I lost my virginity to him.

His 18th.

Theme was "White Mischief."

I miss the dog.

I told you

your back had nothing to do with that poor boy.

Maybe I'm depressed.

Probably need more Vitamin D.

What? I read darker skinned people

need to top up!

I'll make sure Hugo takes a supplement.

What? Is Hugo white?

Probably.

Such a shame.

We should have never moved here.

But we're here now.

We should make it ours.

Would a misogynist eat your pussy this well?

Rajah.

Rajah, come here, boy!

- Come here. - Roger!

- Rajah, come here. - Roger!

Come here, boy.

Good boy, come here.

- Come here, boy. - Roger!

Yeah, good boy.

Sorry, Rishi.

Yeah, I just want you to know that me and Diana

have a very healthy sex life!

And I'm taking my dog back!

It's Rajah, not Roger!

- Yeah, Vin. - Yo...

It's Rish. Hi.

Rish, what, you saying Merry Christmas?

Merry Christmas, amigo.

Yeah. You got my two hundred?

- Yeah, I have your 200. - Nice, nice.

- I was thinking... - Yeah?

Let's put 50 of it on your tip.

- Yeah? - You know I'm good for it.

- You manned up. - No, I like your conviction.

And I've got a feeling...

a great feeling, like...

Fate is shaving her cunt just for me.

Come here.

Good boy. Good boy, Rajah.

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