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So...

I'm sure you've all been programmed
to expect something radical.

But what I have here for you today...

it really isn't new at all.

We know you have a decades-long plan

to become entrenched in Western markets,

sports franchises, entertainment venues.

But a bank...

is a more unique proposition

in terms of its reach and influence

over foreign institutions.

Finance isn't a space
you can just break into.

You'll be buying both our U.S.
and our European banking licenses.

Plug and play.

Excuse me,
it's Mikey Leibowitz from Vanguard.

As one of your biggest investors,

we'd like to know why Pierpoint
is showing so much leg here.

Sorry, Mikey.

Care to explain
what you actually mean there?

I think he means that Al-Mi'raj Holdings

is just private equity makeup

masking the true face
of a sovereign wealth fund.

As long as we're all aware...

this is state-backed financing.

"We would like to know
why you think your imperialism

is better than ours."

Et tu, Brute?

Harper...

people who fuck around
with my investments...

find themselves cut off from society.

Invasions of privacy.
Bureaucratic entanglements.

Do sit down.

I have ways and means
of making people's lives hell.

So what? You're...

threatening me out loud now?

If I told you sovereign wealth money
had come into Pierpoint,

would you use that information
to take profit on your short?

The whole game is information.

I was born as a node
in an average network.

I worked hard to become a key node
in an excellent one.

Betting on sure things is the aim.

Petra doesn't see it that way.

I'm very aware of that.

And it's probably more shameful
to trust our friends

than to be deceived by them.

She's a tattletale.

And she's why I called you here.

I want a spiritual successor
to my operations.

Peter's too old.

And even he's lost the cloacal breath
and bought a grouse moor.

I want someone who believes
in trading like I trade.

Who understands that nothing
comes from nothing.

I'd be an interesting figurehead.

The optics are good.

You'd make my fund look terribly modern.

But I also want someone who understands

and wears the attendant downside risks
that I've worn for years now.

Look, when you're as good as us,
you don't get caught.

But one day, there may well be
a rather loud knock on the door

that requires a fucking expensive lawyer.

Fuck me.

This all sounds rather Faustian,
doesn't it?

Forgive me. I'm not Beelzebub.

I'm something... far more dangerous.

A primate...

aware of his own mortality.

Hello.

What the hell is this email?

I think you know what it is.

How dare you try to intimidate me?

And what the fuck were you trying
to do to me the last time that we met?

This is what's gonna happen,
okay, you stupid fucking bitch,

you're gonna pay the restitution
to the embezzlement claimants,

and you're going
to leave me the fuck alone.

Do you have any idea--

I know you like to think of yourself
as some bootleg Anna Wintour,

but the board are not gonna think twice
about kicking you to the curb.

I mean, this is the systemic cover-up

by a female-led institution

of a man's consistent pattern of abuse.

I mean, I don't know about you,
but I think that's a sensational story,

and I know exactly where to take it.

All right, where?

Who... Who will listen to you?

What network do you have?

Rose, I think you forget
who my family are.

What family?

This is the courtesy of a final warning.

You know what?

You sound exactly like your father.

I sound nothing like him.

He was weak.

Come on!

Henry.

Hi. Been a while.

We're still over a barrel.

If we look like we're trading
to zero at U.S. open,

they'll buy us for a single U.S. dollar
and we'll be grateful.

- We need share price stability.
- How do we ensure that?

I'm flying to New York
so that when they wake up,

I can speak to our big investors.

Vanguard sounded edgy.

I'll speak to BlackRock
and Berkshire Hathaway

to make sure the Al-Mi'raj offer
flies through uncontested.

And crucially, also to our employees.

We need to present today
as just another trading day.

Can one of you address London
while I'm in the air?

I'll dial in.

Wilhelmina, it may help
coming from someone senior.

If we're looking
to maintain the status quo...

Eric is the voice of the status quo.

I can-- I can do it.
I'll-- I'll speak to London.

Can't imagine how many billions
of words you've said in sales.

Time for some choice ones.

Rob, it's like 9:00 a.m.

So? It's never too early for these.

Who were you on the phone to?

I was talking to Henry.

Oh, yeah?

What did he want?

I called him.

I kind of thought
that his dumb "smart" money

might be a good place for you to start
seed funding conversations.

It's funny, 'cause...

I'd actually been thinking
the exact same thing,

but I thought you might be uncomfortable.

Oh, God, fuck that.

Take the money and run, babe.

Yeah, no, he wants us
to swing by for a face-to-face.

He's at his uncle's.
It's kind of on the way home.

What, now? You're not tired?

You know, I got this
sort of jolt of vicarious energy

at the thought of you
just rinsing the bitch's coffers.

So...

would LittleLabs
mean a move to New York?

California.

Shame.

I'd murder a little res at the Polo Bar.

Glass of Ruinart,
dozen oysters. God, heaven!

So...

where are we headed then, boss?

Deepest, darkest Somerset.

Oh, marvelous.

- So did you win?
- What?

Your little lottery thing, did you win?

Of course not.

Hi.

So, I know some of you
haven't been home.

Guys?

Yeah, lot of uncertainty.

Guys, can I...?

Can I have your attention?

Okay.

How we carry ourselves through turbulence

is how we define ourselves.

Let me take you back to 2008.

I know, the eye of the Lehman storm.

Hours from insolvency.
Do you know what we did?

We came to work.

We answered the phones.

We printed tickets.
We carried the day!

It is imperative you go to your desk

and let clients know,

this morning,
the sun still rose on Pierpoint.

'08 was totally different.

We had capital reserves
and good management.

Apparently, you're sending us
down the river

to the fucking Gulf of all places.

The Gulf? They'll fire us all!

Are you serious?

It would be unwise to confirm
or deny speculation...

Fucking hell!

...given-- given the--
the sensitivity of our share price.

You know...

I've stood in this room many times.

I've watched a lot of you grow up.

I think, if I could see myself

as a grad now...

Me, immigrant son,

bespectacled, so scared,
scared of my own shadow,

swallowing down the promises
of capitalism and meritocracy.

Do I look like a man who was lied to?

Today?

Your nose is growing, Pinocchio.

Our prospective partners
believe in the principles

that I heard on my very first day here.

I cleaved them to my heart...

like you have.

Pierpoint people.

This is what we're selling.

How well you've come to embody
what you've been taught.

You are all safe.

That's something.

You are all safe
because you are the asset.

Are we safe, though?

Growth and change are inevitable

but this process must be
anchored in shared values.

Pierpoint's history
is a history of change.

First movers, quick winners.

Whatever alleged deal you've heard about

represents two axes using economic trust

to put themselves in the box seat

of a new world order.

They want us
and respect us for our history.

We choose to respect them

for their vision of a shared future.

This is how we survive.

Remember, everything good
comes from two partners

willingly coming to the table.

Orderly financial exchange
is the basis of harmony.

Money tames the beast.

Money is peace.

Money... Money is civilization.

The end of the story...

is money.

Our partners believe this.

They believe in us.

We take their hand

and build a bridge with our belief.

Your desk...

is your house!

That's right.

So go home! Go to work!

Thank you.

Wow.

What was all that shit
about "money is peace"?

I cribbed it from a short story

about an advertising executive

called The Largesse of the Sea Maiden.

Thought I'd hit all the targets.

Immigrant mentality, American promise,

"this place made me,"
blah, blah, blah.

ESG bullshit.

- Well, good work.
- Thanks.

Very good speech,

in the sense that they've
falsely convinced people

that they've fully considered something.

Can you ever really buy a word
that comes out of that cunt's mouth?

Sweetpea, a couple of messages
on Pierpoint internal messenger

saying we're getting bought
by something called Al-Mi'raj?

Fuck. Those rumors are getting louder
than skeletons fucking on a tin roof.

Paging that old Italian geezer.

Just to let you know,

we've reached the ninth circle
of your cunting inferno,

having Arabs bid for your services.

Now I finally know
what IG baddies feel like.

I hope you all enjoy
feeling your flesh sear

in the hell you've created for yourselves.

Good fucking morning.

Your jokes are lead, mate. Fuck off!

What the fuck am I doing?

Am I here to mediate something?

I feel like Howard Smith.

You're Buckley and you're Vidal.

No. Both Buckleys.

Probably. Hopefully.

We want this to be amicable.

You've made a handsome ROI
on your initial seed investment.

We've outperformed the market
by eight percent.

You will have that capital back,
plus your eight percent.

In return, we will be fully untethered
from your fund and oversight.

This all sounds rather final, doesn't it?

Where are we on the Pierpoint short?

We took profit.

Why? When did you take profit?

Less fees to Goldman.

It wasn't our most... lucrative trade.

At one point in the middle of the night,

you were making 300 million dollars
on that trade.

Hundreds of millions of dollars.
Poof! Gone.

Like snowflakes on a carburetor.

Harper, is this acceptable to you?

We had a sure thing here, didn't we?

It is, amicably.

You do know what you could have
paid yourselves,

had you landed the plane on this trade?

We do.

We'd like to amicably remind you

that you have made money
being in business with us

in the final reckoning,

and we appreciate
your initial seed investment.

"Hide not thy poison
with such sugar'd words."

Well, in this case,

in good conscience,

I can't be in business
with people who seem comforted

by the casual slide toward mediocrity

that is the hallmark of modern life.

Really thought I'd found a spark.

As ever, I wish you the best.

All these classically-educated guys
hide their thuggishness

behind their verbosity and tailoring.

Look, I'm sorry I went behind your back.

I had a full-blown fucking wobble.

I felt the floor go beneath me
with the legality

of how you got us
into the Pierpoint short.

Okay? I panicked.

I forgive you.

I'm not gonna punish you
for reacting that way.

Thanks for owning it.

Thank you for... being honest with me.

Didn't use any inside information

on our take-profit level,
so I hope you'll forgive me too.

Fucking hell.

No unilateral decisions.

I meant that.

I've been making decisions
on my own for, like, a long time,

so I think I'm ready for something new.

No unilateral decisions.

Who knows...

maybe reciprocity really is
the key to a happier life?

Yeah.

Fucking hell.

Bit much.

- You found us.
- Hey, you all right?

It's a nice gaff.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Come in.

Al-Mi'raj Holding Companies
just bought Pierpoint.

It's all over the wires.

I was given a bit of Pierpoint stock

as a sweetener
when they landed the Lumi IPO.

Might make a bit of prosciutto money
if it continues to rally.

I haven't told them yet,
but I won't be going back.

Prosciutto money?

Yeah, you know, money for cold cuts.

Odds and ends.

A couple of million dollars.
Prosciutto money.

You... you already know

how big a fan I am
of Pierre and LittleLabs.

I guess I just...

never really saw a scalable thing there
due to legality.

People are thinking too short term.

Well...

word of advice,
if they make you CFO...

don't IPO too early.

Currently, I'm actually
financing a speaker circuit

for public business failures.

An arena where business leaders
can be vulnerable

and learn from each other's mistakes.

What, for a thousand bucks a head?

No.

No, clearly, Henry's transcended
all material possessions, right?

Oh, sorry. Sorry.

Can you not hear me over there?

Speak to Rob.

He knows how powerful
a re-centering can be.

And I've been speaking
to the prime minister

about contesting a marginal seat
at the next election.

I want to dedicate my life
to public service.

You keep bending my ear
for a few more hours,

I may have no choice
but to back your venture.

Something about you, Robert...

makes me either
want to kill you or love you.

Not quite sure which yet.

You guys staying?

It's...

We don't want to impose.

You came all this way.
Stay the night for God's sake.

I mean, do you have the space?
I don't...

I've already had rooms made ready.

Haven't we, Stevens?

Yes, sir.

We can stay.

I'm actually glad
you said that, to be fair.

I'm knackered. I can't be arsed
driving anymore.

Yeah, we'll stay.

Separate rooms, right?

Joking.

It's my uncle's 60th tomorrow.

Supper...

then shooting on Sunday.

He'd be delighted to have you as guests.

I wouldn't have anything to wear.

Nonsense, I know your size.

A friend of mine at Net-a-Porter
owes me a few favors,

so we can send someone to London

- to pick something up.
- Absolutely, sir.

I think we'll head back in the morning.

But thank you.

Yas, hi.

I'm so glad you came.

I wanted to call you,
so when you called me, it felt...

I don't know.

I wanted to say sorry...

for...

I've treated a lot of people as chattel,

whose value and utility
I've seen only in relation to myself.

Honestly, I'm slightly jaded
by people apologizing

for their behavior.

Nobody's perfect, right?

But honestly, Henry, I'm just not sure
I buy this whole re-brand.

Thank you, sir.

Ruinart and Twiglets.

No, it's good to see you, Yas.

I'm glad you had the sense to hire me.

I always felt like we had a bond.

You know?

The type of people
who aren't for everyone.

But are definitely for someone, right?

Tell me, for my own... sanity,

when exactly did you
and Eric decide to fuck me?

That's-- That's water under the bridge.

Exactly!

Water under the bridge. So, indulge me.

Reception...

at my wedding.

Your wedding.

Thanks for that, by the way.
Sorry I didn't send a card.

Eric sidles over, and he just says...

"She's gotta go."

Actually, I think he said,
"That psychopath's gotta go."

He was pretty loaded, so...

Do you think I'm a psychopath?

I...

I don't know.

Does it matter? They walk among us.

I guess emotional detachment
probably makes a good trader.

- I agree.
- Yeah.

Opportunism.

Predatory instinct.

Do you consider yourself a predator, Rish?

Sweetpea is gonna be working with us.

What is this, fucking Blind Date?

What are you--

What are you doing?
Are you... Are you, like,

trying to humiliate me or something?

I wanted to give Sweetpea the pleasure

of watching someone
treat you with as little respect

as you treat them.

She's fucking brass!

She hawks her beef curtains on the net!

I'm well aware
of Sweetpea's extracurriculars.

What, and you think that's acceptable
for a hire, do you?

I love a woman who doesn't leave
money on the table.

Rish, let's be straight.

You are not without charm,
but you are a punter.

A... chancer.

A dinosaur.

There's no room for you
in the modern market.

A machine could do your job.

Well, they already do.

Time's up.

All right.

All right, you know, I've... I've-- I've--

I've made mistakes, okay?
I... I can admit that.

Look, I-- I... I don't wanna--
I don't wanna swan in here

and tell you how to do your job.
That's not my job, okay?

I'm... I'm-- I'm an execution guy.

You'll always need an execution guy.

We have an execution guy.

Who?

Please, you have no idea
what you're doing to me here.

Look, respectfully...

you make it very hard to give a fuck.

- Okay, please listen.
- Yeah.

Listen, you... No, you--
You don't understand, okay?

I-- I... I need liquidity.

Plea--

Can--

For fuck's sake.

You're up early.

Henry told me we'd have
the pleasure of your company.

It's quite a difficult house to sleep in.

I agree. I still don't feel
wholly comfortable in it.

It was here before me,
it'll be here after me.

Please.

Your paper keeps buying my pictures.

My news editor.

Stop hiding behind your editors.

What, you think it's a distancing device

I use to... to comfort myself
when terrorizing people?

When are you going
to print the Alondra stuff?

You can't sit on it much longer.

She won't be easily appeased.

We paid for the exclusive,
but... that'll lapse.

The woman has nothing and a child.

What would you have me do?

I wanna take care of her.

I used to hate this house...

in my bones.

I had three older sisters
my father never cared for.

He was obsessed
with the execution of the estate

and what he bequeathed, and to whom.

Then I was finally born. A boy. Hurrah.

Doted on by women. Rather fey.

He hated me too.

He bred a particular strain
of misandry in me,

which has led me to
maybe a rather regressive view.

A feminine touch built into a family...

saves it from itself.

Perhaps it's even misogynistic to say it,

but I've found the capacity
for self-destruction

to be a more male trait.

I think people tend towards it anyway.

It's-- It's not gendered.

And I...

I don't think that the key
to Henry's salvation is in...

some random girl.

Your unwarranted public shunning
for your privilege

shouldn't blinker you
from your own exceptionality.

You're not a random girl.

May I speak candidly for a moment?

Yeah. Of course.

I always knew your father was a predator.

There were a number
of disciplinary hearings at Oxford,

which he only wriggled out of

because of the quality of the lawyers
he could hire.

You know that has nothing to do with you?

Yasmin, look at me.

That has nothing to do with you.

Do you understand?

It really has nothing
to do with you at all.

I'm sorry. I...

I haven't wished you a happy birthday.

You just did.

I am fiercely protective of my family.

And I always use my...

not-insubstantial power to protect them.

But then again...

life's about the family you choose.

Hi.

Hi.

Should we...

go somewhere for a while?

Yeah.

Okay.

Stop it!

Where do you want me to come?

Come inside me.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, come inside me.

I love you. I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you too.

Do you love me?

Where have you been?

Exploring.

I got lost in the grounds.

And I fucked Robert.

How have you been?

Yeah, yeah...

- Feeling centered.
- Don't lie to me.

I've really been struggling.

Can't seem to...

feel joy at the moment.

I hope it passes.

I see past this costume, Henry.

All of this...

- self-searcher shit--
- After the journey, the...

the ayahuasca trip.

I was driving home and the sun
was about to come up,

and I just started...

screaming...

at the driver to stop, just stop...

in the middle of the road.

And I found my way
down to the riverbank,

and I watched the sunrise
with some tramps

under Vauxhall Bridge.

Did some smack.

Sent you a message saying you were
deeply connected to my purpose.

I fucking shared their needles.

I thought if I made this
higher-consciousness shit a...

cornerstone of my personality for a bit,

it might help me
through whatever this is, so...

Well...

it's escapist nonsense, Henry.

And we should be practical.

Charlie van de Ven. Remember Charlie?

I knew we had similar dimensions.

You look even more handsome
than me, which isn't easy.

Thank you.

Christ, better say something.

Well, no, I was like,
"The guy's a fucking charlatan!"

I did!

Anyone who knows me
knows I loathe speeches.

Any pronouncements, really.

Unless they're in print.

Suffice to say, that being
with you all in this room, now,

and what it will mean
for my memories of the house...

is a gift.

You are my life's work.

Every life is full
of unintended consequences,

but I've really tried to live

so you all feel my life
has been an act of familial... care.

I hope my life's been an act of love.

Thank you for sharing it.

- Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear.

Hear, hear.

A loyal toast.

- Yes!
- Yes!

The king.

- The king!
- The king!

Fuck the king.

Now, sorry, sorry.

I'm going to have to be...

well, characteristically selfish here
and co-opt my uncle's celebration.

Yeah, I think the...
the biggest surprise of the night

is this still fits me from university,
just about.

- Buller, buller, buller!
- Buller, buller, buller!

Quite.

But, no, that aside, and seriously...

We-- Well, we have some news.

We're engaged.

Bravo!

I knew it! I knew it.

We should be practical.

So do you love me?

Yes.

Honestly, I don't know.

Maybe I'm just too selfish.

Do you love me?

Yeah.

I don't believe you.

I want commitment.

I want a partner.

Yas, you're not serious.

Look at the state of me.

You-- You want me to what?
You want me to... propose?

Get down on one knee like this?

To tell you I'm yours forever
and I'm incapable of letting you down?

You're not serious.

If I asked you to marry me, you'd say no.

Is this some kind of game?

Do you really want to spend a life...

with me?

Henry, you had me at Net-a-Porter.
I mean...

I can't believe this.

I don't even have a ring.
You deserve a ring.

Thanks, Daddy.

Henry.

I deserve everything.

To my wonderful fiancée!

To your wonderful fiancée!

I'm sorry.

I understand.

And so say all of us!

And so say all of us!
And so say all of us!

For he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us!

Hurray!

Okay, outside, Land Rovers on the left.

Marco, if it flies, it dies.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

You guys ready? Let's go.

Get in! Come on!

I'm good at making people feel
like I love them.

But...

I don't know that I ever have.

Loved anyone.

When the fuck did that happen?

Okay.

Okay.

I should have known
when I stopped getting emails.

- Eric.
- Do me one courtesy.

Spare me the soft-touch spiel. Just do it.

I get that I was a useful idiot.

We don't see it that way.

How do Al-Mi'raj see it?

Cuts have been more aggressive
than we anticipated.

Our new partners fear the thinning margins

in sales and trading can only be allayed
by more automation.

New York is the focus there.

Sales and trading in London
and Zürich is being wound up.

Our offices will be focused
on private wealth,

manage the assets of Al-Mi'raj's partners
in their part of the world.

There's no business need
for you at Pierpoint now.

I presume Tom knew about this?

He didn't.

He'll be moved on.

Al-Mi'raj don't agree with his lifestyle.

From Madam ESG
to the mouthpiece for a state.

- In how few moves?
- Come on, Eric.

We both know it's all the same.

I'm head of institutional securities.

- I know what my contract is.
- And you'll be very happy

with what we're paying you to break it.

This is not a confrontation.

It's a happy goodbye.

Twenty million dollars over 48 months.

Stock?

No, these guys do cash.

Do the other London desk heads know?

No, but...

VPs and associates are being told
across the other floors this morning.

I'll call the desk heads.

You don't have to do that.

Listen.

It's better coming from me.

Sure.

I'll see you Thursday?

Thursday?

Bill's memorial.

Of course.

Happy Friday!

- Do you want a donut?
- Thank you.

I guess where I think I can add alpha

- is by looking for dislocations.
- Donut?

- Oh, no.
- No.

You've got a light
in your eyes which tells me...

Do you want a jammy donut?

- Keep up the good work.
- Thank you.

- Okay?
- Okay, thanks.

Oh, I hope you don't mind.

Petra's asked me to block book
the first Wednesday

of every month for a team dinner.

I put it in for the next 12 months.

Great.

No, I got those hot girl frames...

You good?

- Mm-hmm.
- Good.

You should be, you're doing great.

I look sexy as all fuck.

LeviathanAlpha. Sweetpea here.

Yeah, I can-- I can get that over to you
in, like, 30 seconds.

Thank you so much.

I don't usually let people
walk away from me twice.

If I work for you, the risk to me is huge.

So, the proposition
is mine and mine entirely.

I'm going to run a short-only fund.

You'll be popular.

Hating on short-selling
is a political pawn.

The market needs short-sellers.

Short-selling generates bad ethics PR.

You're wrong.

The fund will look like a white knight.

We'll knuckle down on companies
who might be misleading the market,

committing fraud, or engaging
in unethical business practices.

We will find the liars,
we will find vulnerabilities,

and therefore, what is misprized.

Using a combination of forensic accounting
and corporate espionage.

Corporate espionage?

Would you like me to say it again?

What gave you this idea?

If someone had been inside Lumi,

close to your godson from the jump,
we would've always known it was a short.

You want information.
We will be drowning in it.

A lot of it above board, some...

Let's say we'll have
kompromat and leverage

so that we are always right
and always on time.

Well, it's subversive.

It's very smart.

"Anti-fraud fraudsters."
It's quite a disguise.

It's only criminal if we're caught.

And I wanna run it from New York.

I think I'm ready to go home.

Have you heard from Jesse?

Oh, yes.

I'm sure he'll throw in a few bucks.

I told him we were meeting today.

He asked if you were happy.

I said...

"She seemed it the last time I saw her."
And he said...

"That's no way to live."

Harper.

Don't make the mistake
of thinking you'll grow up

and live in a world without fear.

Goodbye, Peter.

Goodbye, sir.

This is the list of people
who have yet to RSVP, by the way.

Malala is a no.

And I saw Carrie Johnson was on the list,

but I assume that was an oversight.

Great.

Could you--
Could you send my secretary in?

Thanks.

Thanks.

Hi, pack of lights, please.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Why haven't you responded
to my wedding invitation?

Thought it was a courtesy invite.

I want you there.

Why, Yas?
When was the last time we spoke?

Well, I saw you on Forbes 30 Under 30.

Congratulations.

I'm surprised Eric gave you a quote.

So was I.

My mom texted me
for the first time in 18 months

with some crucial info.

My hair looked like shit.

Fuck her.

Did you see me... in Real Country?

Can't say I'm a subscriber.

- Which issue?
- This month's.

Did you control the copy?

Of course we did.

Okay, so where is this wedding? Puglia?

God, no.

No. No, no. It's--
It's here. It's in the country.

Tell me about the seating chart.
Any corporate bigwigs?

You know I like to get them
drunk and talking.

Are you honestly saying that
you'll only come to my wedding

if I sit you next to someone important?

Why else would I come?

Big man.

Yes, bro. How you doing?

- Good.
- Looks like I'm intruding.

I wanted to surprise you
before he turned up unannounced.

How's the bambino?

Di, light 'em up, please.

Go on.

Make a wish, Rish.

Happy birthday, bro.

Thanks.

Thank you. Just...

I'm-- I'm not hungry right now.

Oh. What is this little bolt-hole?

Rish, you're not living here
on your own, are you?

Yeah.

Smells like a wank palace.

Look at that. Fucking generic, innit?

- It's just temporary.
- Temporary.

You lot on the skids or something?

I mean, separation suits you though, Di.
You look good.

Your hair is different. Blondie.

I thought you were done with each other.

Nah.

You're never done with friends, innit?

You're not his friend. You prey on him.

No, no, he preys on me, darling.

You exploit him.

- He exploits my generosity.
- Tell him to leave.

He owes me half a million pounds.

Closer to six big figure.

I'm...

I'm sick.

You broke us.

You broke us.

You are the worst kind of person,
because he might be sick and selfish,

but you enable him
and feed off his sickness.

And I bet you have no idea
what it’s like to feel love because--

Oh, fuck!

The chancellor is confirmed
to stay next weekend.

Put Aurore in the king's room.

She's eyeing Number 10.

Will Sir Henry be back this evening?

I doubt it.

He's-- He's in some Welsh town

trying to get on the shortlist
for the by-election.

He's been trying to pronounce the name
of the town all week.

Do you want a drink? Or...

we could do a bit of blow.

I mean, I have some left over

from that ghastly
Historic Houses event last week.

Sure.

I wanted to thank you
for giving me employment.

It was very generous.

And I'm sorry I went to the papers at all.

Well, as long as you understand

the people that work with me...

are loyal to me.

We're a family.

So, your baby...

is she my sister?

No, no, no. Not Charles's.

Are you sure?

I'm with the father now.

I can't imagine what life
must have been like for you.

On that boat, I mean,
you know, week after week,

the people, the requests.

The tips were excessive.

They were buying your silence.

I-- I never wanted to tell you, but...

there were days on the boat
when Charles and his friends,

their company...

some of the girls, they were young.

Very young.

How young?

Twelve. Thirteen, fourteen.

You know, if he ever did that to you

when you were young,
if he hurt you like those girls,

I-- I want you to know
you are seen and protected.

He never...
He never did that to me.

You are seen.

What the fuck are you doing? Stop!

Get rid of her.

These conversations are never easy.

Okay.

- Sorry?
- Can I put you on hold?

Yeah.

Hello?

Thanks for your comment in Forbes.

"A brilliant dropout
whose ambition is boundless."

Very magnanimous.

I'm glad you read it that way.

I heard they really
swung the scythe over there.

Yep.

Did how the cards fell make you rich?

Not nearly enough.

So you're hiring?

I hope they paid you.

A lot.

Not enough.

I guess you know what they say,

being wealthy
isn't the same as being loved.

But most of the time it's close enough?

Harp?

Yeah?

Take care.

You too.

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