All language subtitles for Industry s03e08 Infinite Largesse.eng

♪ (DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

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.

♪ (DREAMY MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (DREAMY MUSIC FADES) ♪

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.

MIKEY LEIBOWITZ: (OVER SPEAKER)
Uh, 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.

Uh, sorry, Mikey.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

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.

(SPEAKS ARABIC)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

LILY HAVERS: (IN ENGLISH) "We would
like to know why you think your imperialism

is better than ours."

(INHALES, CHUCKLES)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(BIRDS CALLING IN DISTANCE)

(FISHING REEL CLICKS)

Et tu, Brute?

(WATER SPLASHING)

OTTO MOSTYN: 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?
(SCOFFS)

- If I told you...
- (ZIPPER CLOSING)

...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.

(SNICKERS)

- I'm very aware of that.
- (ZIPPER OPENING)

OTTO: 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.

(OTTO SIGHS)

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.

(KNIFE SLASHING)

A primate...

aware of his own mortality.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC FADES) ♪

(CHILDREN CLAMOR)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
- (CHILDREN SCREAMING)

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

Hello.

ROSE WINTER: (OVER PHONE)
What the hell is this email?

I think you know what it is.

How dare you
try to intimidate me?

YASMIN KARA-HANANI:
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.

(CHUCKLING)
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, thi-
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.

ROSE: All right, uh, where?

Wh- Who...
Who will listen to you?

What network do you have?

Rose, I think you forget
who my family are.

ROSE: What family?

This is the courtesy
of a final warning.

ROSE: You know what?

You sound exactly
like your father.

I sound nothing like him.

He was weak.

(CELL PHONE CLATTERS)

(CHILD WAILS)

(REPEATING THUDS)

CHILD: Come on!

♪ (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
PLAYING) ♪

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (SCANNER BEEPING)

(YASMIN SNIFFLES)

Henry.

Hi, um, been a while.

TOM WOLSEY:
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.

(WILHELMINA FASSBINDER CHUCKLES)

Time for some choice ones.

(DOOR CHIME DINGS)

Uh...

- Rob, it's like 9:00 a.m.
- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(PANTING) So?

It's never too early
for these. (CHUCKLES)

- (CHUCKLES DRYLY)
- (GROANS)

Who were you on the phone to?

Uh, I was talking
to Henry. (SNIFFS)

- ROBERT SPEARING: Oh, yeah?
- Hmm.

What did he want?

I called him.

Um, I kind of thought

that his dumb "smart" money
might be a good place for you

to start
seed funding conversations.

(ROBERT LAUGHS)

- ♪ (DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- It's funny 'cause, um...

I'd actually been thinking
the exact same thing.

But I... I thought
you might be uncomfortable.

Oh, God, fuck that.

- Take the money and run, babe.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

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

Uh, 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.
- (BOTH LAUGH)

YASMIN: So, um...

- (SEAT BELT CLICKS)
- ...would Little Labs

mean a move to New York?

ROBERT: (INHALES) California.

Shame.

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

Glass of Ruinart,
dozen oysters. God, heaven!

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

So...

where are we headed then, boss?

Deepest, darkest Somerset.

(IN SOMERSET ACCENT)
Oh, marvelous. (LAUGHS)

- So did you win?
- What?

Your little lottery thing,
did you win?

Of course not. (CHUCKLES)

- (AGITATED CHATTER)
- ♪ (DREAMY MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

Hi.

♪ (DREAMY MUSIC FADES) ♪

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

Guys?

Yeah, lot of uncertainty.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ERIC TAO: (OVER SPEAKERS)
Guys, can I...

(CHATTER FADES)

ERIC: Can-
Can I have your attention?

Okay. (SMACKS LIPS)

How we carry ourselves
through turbulence

is how we define ourselves.

Let me take you back to 2008.

- (EMPLOYEES MURMURING)
- ERIC: I know.

The eye of the Lehman storm.

Hours from insolvency.
Do you know what we did?

We came to work.

- (EMPLOYEE SCOFFS)
- 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.

(EMPLOYEES APPLAUD)

Apparently, you're sending us
down the river

to the fucking Gulf
of all places.

EMPLOYEE 1: The Gulf?
They'll fire us all!

EMPLOYEE 2: Are you serious?

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

- (EMPLOYEES JEERING)
- EMPLOYEE 3: Fucking hell!

ERIC: ...given- given the-

the sensitivity
of our share price.

(OVERLAPPING ANGRY CHATTER)

You know...

I've stood
in this room many times.

(CHATTER FADES)

I've- I've watched
a lot of you grow up.

I think, if I could see myself
as a grad now...

- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- 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?

- (EMPLOYEES LAUGH)
- EMPLOYEE 4: Today?

EMPLOYEE 5:
Your nose is growing Pinocchio.

(AGITATED CHATTER)

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.
- (EMPLOYEES SCOFFING)

You are all safe
because you are the asset.

EMPLOYEE 6: Are we safe though?

ERIC:
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.
- ♪ (MUSIC TURNS UPLIFTING) ♪

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!

(LONE APPLAUSE)

Thank you.

(EMPLOYEES APPLAUDING)

- WILHELMINA: Wow.
- ♪ (UPLIFTING MUSIC FADES) ♪

What was all that shit
about money is peace?

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (ERIC CHUCKLES)

I cribbed it from a short story
about an advertising executive

called The Largesse
of the Sea Maiden.

- Hmm.
- Thought I'd hit all the targets.

Immigrant mentality,
American promise,

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

ESG bullshit.

(CHUCKLES)

- (ERIC CHUCKLES)
- (CELL PHONE DINGS, BUZZES)

- Well, good work.
- Thanks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

SWEETPEA GOLIGHTLY:
Very good speech,

in the sense that they've
falsely convinced people

that they've
fully considered something.

Can never 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?

RISHI RAMDANI:
Those rumors are getting louder

than skeletons fucking
on a tin roof.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER PA)

(CELL PHONE DINGS)

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(CELL PHONE CLATTERS)

- (PA SYSTEM BELL CHIMES)
- (RISHI CLEARS THROAT)

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.

(MIC FEEDBACK SQUEALS)

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

I hope you all enjoy
feeling your flesh sear

in the hell
you've created for yourselves.

Good fucking morning.

EMPLOYEE: Your jokes are lead,
mate. Fuck off!

(EMPLOYEES MURMURING)

(SCOFFS)

♪ (MUSIC TURNS UPLIFTING) ♪

(EXHALES, WHISPERS)
What the fuck am I doing?

- ♪ (UPLIFTING MUSIC FADES) ♪
- (DOOR OPENS)

- Am I here to mediate something?
- (DOOR CLOSES)

OTTO: I feel like Howard Smith.

You're Buckley and you're Vidal.

- (PETRA KOENIG SIGHS)
- No. Both Buckleys.

Probably. Hopefully.

(PETRA CHUCKLES DRYLY)

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.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Why? When did you take profit?

PETRA: 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.

OTTO: 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...
(CLICKS TONGUE)

...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.

(DOOR OPENS)

- (GROANS)
- ♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC FADES) ♪

PETRA: All these
classically-educated guys

hide their thuggishness

behind their verbosity
and tailoring.

(INHALES DEEPLY) 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.

HARPER STERN: I forgive you.

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

- Thanks for owning it.
- ♪ (INTRIGUING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

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.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (PETRA LAUGHS)

Fucking hell.
(CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS)

HARPER: No unilateral decisions.

I meant that.

Um, 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.

(SMACKS LIPS)
Who knows? (CHUCKLES)

Maybe reciprocity really is
the key to a happier life.

- (HARPER LAUGHS)
- (INHALES SHARPLY)

Yeah.

♪ (INTRIGUING MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

Fucking hell.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Bit much.

(YASMIN EXHALES)

(CAR DOORS CLOSE)

- HENRY MUCK: You found us.
- ROBERT: Hey, you all right?

- (HENRY GRUNTS)
- It's a nice gaff.

HENRY: Mm.

- Hello.
- HENRY: Hi.

(CHUCKLES)

HENRY: Come in.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

HENRY:
Al-Mi'raj Holding Companies

- just bought Pierpoint.
- (TEA POURING)

- HENRY: It's all over the wires.
- ♪ (INTRIGUING MUSIC FADES) ♪

HENRY: I was given
a bit of Pierpoint stock

as a sweetener
when they landed the Lumi IPO.

(TEA POURING)

HENRY: Might make a bit
of prosciutto money

if it continues to rally.

(TEA POURING)

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

Prosciutto money?

Yeah, you know, uh,
money for cold cuts.

Odds and ends.

A couple of million dollars.
Uh, prosciutto money.

You, uh... you already know

how big a fan I am
of Pierre and Little Labs.

I guess I just...

never really saw
a scalable thing there

due to legality.

ROBERT: People are thinking
too short term.

Well...

word of advice,

if they make you CFO...
(EXHALES)

...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.
(CLEARS THROAT) Sorry.

- Can you not hear me over there?
- (CHUCKLES)

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.

(SLURPS, GULPS)
You guys staying?

ROBERT: Uh, it's- (HESITATES)

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.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Yeah, we'll stay.

Separate rooms, right?

Joking.

It's my uncle's 60th tomorrow.

Um, supper...

(INHALES DEEPLY)
...then shooting on Sunday.

He'd be delighted
to have you as guests.

I wouldn't have
anything to wear.

HENRY:
Nonsense, I know your size.

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

so, uh, we can, um,
send someone to London

- to pick something up.
- PETER STEVENS: Absolutely, sir.

Mm, I think we'll head back
in the morning.

But thank you.

- (CLOCK TICKING)
- (YASMIN INHALES)

(EXHALES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

HENRY: Yas, hi.

Uh...

I'm so glad you came.

I wanted to call you,
so when you called me,

it felt, um...

I don't know. (SIGHS)

I wanted to say sorry...

for, um...

I've treated
a lot of people as chattel,

whose, uh, value and utility

I've seen only
in relation to myself.

Honestly, I'm slightly jaded
by people apologizing

for their behavior. (HESITATES)

Nobody's perfect, right?

But honestly, Henry,

I'm just not sure
I buy this whole re-brand.

(ICE BUCKET CLINKING)

Thank you, sir.

HENRY: Ruinart and Twiglets.

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

(BIRDS CHIRPING, CALLING)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)

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

HARPER: Hmm.

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?

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

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

Exactly!

Water under the bridge.
So, indulge me.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Uh, reception...

- At my wedding.
- Hmm. Your wedding.

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

(RISHI CHUCKLES)

Eric sidles over,
and he just says...

"She's gotta go."

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

(CHUCKLES)
He was pretty loaded, so...

Hmm. Do you think
I'm a psychopath?

(LAUGHS)

I...

I don't know.

Does it matter?
They walk among us.

I guess emotional detachment
probably makes a good trader.

- RISHI: I agree.
- Yeah.

Opportunism.

Predatory instinct.

- Do you consider yourself
a predator, Rish? - (DOOR OPENS)

Sweetpea is gonna be
working with us.

- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (SWEETPEA CLEARS THROAT)

What is this,
fucking Blind Date?

What are you- (CHUCKLES)

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.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
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.

SWEETPEA: And they already do.

Time's up.

(CHUCKLES) Uh...

All right.

All right, uh, 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- 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?

- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC BUILDS) ♪
- (BREATHES HEAVILY)

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

Look, respectfully, um...

you make it very hard
to give a fuck.

- Okay, please listen.
- SWEETPEA: Yeah.

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

I- I... I need liquidity.

(BREATHES HEAVILY) Plea-

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(DOOR RATTLES)

Can-

(BUTTON CLICKS)

(WHISPERS) For fuck's sake.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC FADES) ♪

(CLOCK TICKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

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.

- (SLURPS)
- (TEACUP CLINKS)

(GROANS, EXHALES)

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?

Um...

you can't sit on it much longer.

ALEXANDER NORTON:
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.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

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...
(INHALES DEEPLY)

...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.

(CHUCKLES)

It's, um-
It's not gendered. (LAUGHS)

And I... (SIGHS)

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

is in... some random girl.
(SCOFFS)

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.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

(NORTON KISSES)

(YASMIN EXHALES)

I'm sorry. I, um...

I haven't wished you
a happy birthday.

- NORTON: You just did.
- (YASMIN CHUCKLES)

I am fiercely protective
of my family.

♪ ("BLURRED" BY DARKSTAR
PLAYING) ♪

And I always use my...

not-insubstantial power
to protect them.

But then again...

life's about
the family you choose.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

♪ (SONG CONTINUES) ♪

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- (DOOR OPENS)

Hi.

Hi.

YASMIN: Should we, um...

go somewhere for a while?
(CHUCKLES)

Yeah.

Okay. (CHUCKLES)

(DOOR CLOSES)

♪ ("WHEN WE WERE THAT WHAT WEPT
FOR THE SEA" BY COLIN STETSON PLAYING) ♪

♪ (SONG CONTINUES) ♪

(LAUGHS)

- (SQUEALS) Stop it!
- (LAUGHS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

- (ROBERT LAUGHS)
- (GASPS)

(YASMIN GIGGLES)

(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)

- (YASMIN MOANS, PANTS)
- (ROBERT PANTS)

(MOANS)

Where do you want me to come?

(WHISPERS) Come inside me.

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

(MOANS) I love you. I love you.

(BOTH MOAN CLIMACTICALLY)

(BOTH BREATHE HEAVILY)

(WHISPERS) I love you.

I love you.

I love you too.

(YASMIN PANTS)

(BOTH CHUCKLE SOFTLY)

- ♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
- (BIRDS CHIRPING)

(YASMIN GIGGLES)

(ZIPPER CLOSES)

(SNIFFS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

YASMIN: Do you love me?

HENRY: Where have you been?

Exploring.

I got lost in the grounds.

- (ROBERT PANTS)
- (YASMIN MOANS, ECHOES)

And I fucked Robert.

How have you been?

HENRY: Yeah, yeah, uh...
(CLEARS THROAT)

- 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.

YASMIN:
I see past this costume, Henry.

All of this...

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

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.

(SOBS)

I fucking shared their needles.

- (GASPS)
- (HENRY SOBS)

(SIGHING HEAVILY)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

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...

YASMIN: Well, um...

it's escapist nonsense, Henry.

(HENRY SNIFFLES)

And we should be practical.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)

♪ ("LIEBESTRAUM NO. 3"
BY FRANZ LISZT PLAYING) ♪

(SNIFFLES)

- (LIVELY CHATTER)
- ♪ (SONG CONTINUES) ♪

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. (CHUCKLES)

Christ, better say something.

The guy's a fucking charlatan!

- (GLASS CLINKS)
- I did!

- (GUESTS SHUSHING)
- (CHATTER FADES)

Anyone who knows me
knows I loathe speeches.

- (GUESTS LAUGH)
- Any pronouncements, really.

- Unless they're in print.
- (GUESTS CHUCKLE)

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.

♪ (SONG CONTINUES) ♪

Thank you for sharing it.

- GUEST 1: Hear, hear.
- GUEST 2: Hear, hear.

OTTO: Hear, hear.

A loyal toast.

GUESTS: Yes!

OTTO: The king.

- NORTON: The king!
- GUESTS: The king!

- (SCOFFS SOFTLY)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Fuck the king.
- (CHUCKLES)

- (GLASS CLINKS)
- Uh- Now, uh, sorry, sorry.

Um, I'm going
to have to be, uh...

well, characteristically
selfish here

and co-opt
my uncle's celebration.

Um, yeah, I think the...
the biggest surprise

of the night
is this still fits me

- from university, just about.
- (GUESTS LAUGH)

GUEST 3: Buller, buller, buller!

- Buller, buller, buller!
- (GUESTS LAUGH)

Quite.

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

We, uh-
Well, we have some news.

YASMIN: Hmm.

We're engaged.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

♪ (JARRING PIANO CADENZA
PLAYS) ♪

- Bravo!
- (HENRY LAUGHS)

(GUESTS CHEER, APPLAUD)

I knew it! (LAUGHS) I knew it.

- ♪ (DREAMY PIANO THEME PLAYS) ♪
- (APPLAUSE FADES)

♪ (SONG FADES) ♪

YASMIN: We should be practical.

So do you love me?

(SNIFFLES)

Yes.

Honestly, I don't know.

- Maybe I'm just too selfish.
- (EXHALES)

Do you love me?

Yeah. (SNIFFLES)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I don't believe you.

(LAUGHS, INHALES)

I want commitment.

♪ ("SYMPHONY NO. 2, 5TH MOVEMENT"
BY GUSTAV MAHLER PLAYING IN BACKGROUND) ♪

I want a partner.

Yas, you're not serious.

- (CHUCKLES, SNIFFLES)
- HENRY: 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?

♪ (CHORUS SINGING
IN BACKGROUND) ♪

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...
- (BOTH LAUGH)

- ♪ (MUSIC BUILDS) ♪
- (YASMIN SNIFFLING)

I can't believe this.

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

(SNIFFLES)

(CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFLES)

- (HENRY LAUGHS)
- (CHUCKLES) Thanks, Daddy.

- (SNIFFLES) Henry.
- ♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪

I deserve everything.

♪ ("THE LAST GOODBYE"
BY THE KILLS PLAYING) ♪

(GUESTS APPLAUD)

To my wonderful fiancée!

GUESTS:
To your wonderful fiancée!

♪ It's the last goodbye
I swear ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ I can't rely ♪

♪ On a dime-a-day love ♪

♪ That don't go anywhere ♪

♪ I'll learn to cry ♪

♪ For someone else ♪

♪ I can't get by ♪

♪ On an odds and ends love ♪

♪ That don't ever match up ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ I heard all you said
And I took it to heart ♪

I understand.

♪ I won't forget, I swear ♪

♪ (CROWD SINGING
"FOR HE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW" IN BACKGROUND) ♪

♪ I have no regrets ♪

♪ For the past is behind me ♪

♪ Tomorrow reminds me
Just well ♪

CROWD: (IN BACKGROUND)
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ And so say all of us! ♪

- (CROWD CHEERING)
- ♪ ("THE LAST GOODBYE" CONTINUES) ♪

OTTO: Okay, outside,
Land Rovers on the left.

Marco, if it flies, it dies.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

♪ Can't quite see the end ♪

♪ How can I rely ♪

♪ On my heart, if I break it ♪

♪ With my own two hands ♪

♪ I heard all you said ♪

♪ And I love you to death ♪

♪ I heard all you said ♪

- You okay?
- Yeah.

♪ Don't say anything ♪

HENRY: You guys ready?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ It's the last goodbye ♪

OTTO: Get in! Come on!

♪ I swear ♪

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

- ♪ I can't survive ♪
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ On a half-hearted love ♪

♪ That will never be whole ♪

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

But, um...

I don't know that I ever have.

Loved anyone.

♪ (SONG FADES) ♪

♪ ("NATURAL HABITAT"
BY 070 SHAKE, KEN CARSON PLAYING) ♪

♪ You don't know
Where I've been in my mind ♪

♪ In my mind, mind, mind
Mind, mind ♪

♪ Ooh-oh, yeah ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

♪ Whoa, whoa ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ It's a mean world
Cold world ♪

- ♪ Baby, who's to blame? ♪
- ♪ (SONG FADES) ♪

ERIC: 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.

WILHELMINA: Uh, he didn't.

He'll be moved on.

♪ (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
PLAYING) ♪

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.

Hmm.

It's a happy goodbye.

Twenty million dollars
over 48 months.

Stock?

WILHELMINA:
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.

WILHELMINA:
Uh, you don't have to do that.

ERIC: Listen.

It's better... coming from me.

WILHELMINA: Sure.

Um, I'll see you Thursday?

ERIC: Thursday?

Bill's memorial.

Oh.

Of course.

♪ (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC FADES) ♪

- Happy Friday!
- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Do you want a donut?
- (WHISPERS) Thank you.

SWEETPEA: I guess
where I think I can add alpha

- is by looking for dislocations.
- ASSISTANT: Donut?

- Oh, no.
- No.

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

ASSISTANT:
Do you want a jammy donut?

- PETRA: Keep up the good work.
- (WHISPERS) Thank you.

- Okay?
- SWEETPEA: Okay, thanks.

ASSISTANT:
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.

ANRAJ CHABRA: No,
I got those hot girl frames...

PETRA: You good?

- Mm-hmm.
- PETRA: Good.

You should be,
you're doing great.

ANRAJ: I look sexy as all fuck.

- (TELEPHONE RINGING)
- (RECEIVER CLACKS)

SWEETPEA: Uh, LeviathanAlpha.
Sweetpea here.

♪ (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
PLAYING) ♪

SWEETPEA: Yeah, I can-
I can get that over to you

in, like, 30 seconds.

Thank you so much.

♪ (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
CONTINUES) ♪

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

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.

OTTO: 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.

Eh, 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.

♪ ("LOVE IS BLUE"
BY PAUL MAURIAT PLAYING) ♪

(BIG BEN TOLLING)

- (BIG BEN CONTINUES TOLLING)
- (ELEVATOR DINGING)

♪ (SONG CONTINUES) ♪

Goodbye, Peter.

Goodbye, sir.

♪ (SONG FADES) ♪

(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)

(SOBS HEAVILY)

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.

YASMIN: Great.

Could you, um-
Could you send my secretary in?

Thanks.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (DOOR CHIME DINGS)

HARPER: Thanks.

- Hi, pack of lights, please.
- (CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES BUZZING)

Um, excuse me.

Hello?

Why haven't you responded
to my wedding invitation?

HARPER: (OVER PHONE)
Thought it was a courtesy invite.

YASMIN: 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.

(SCOFFS) Fuck her.

Did you see me...
in Real Country?

Can't say I'm a subscriber.

- Which issue?
- YASMIN: This month's.

♪ (DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

HARPER: Oh!

Did you control the copy?

YASMIN: Of course we did.

(PAGES RUSTLING)

HARPER: Okay, so where
is this wedding? Puglia?

YASMIN: God, no. (CHUCKLES)

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

HARPER: 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?

♪ (DREAMY MUSIC FADES) ♪

(SNIFFLES)

♪ ("QUI AIME T'IL VRAIMENT"
BY FRANÇOISE HARDY PLAYING IN BACKGROUND) ♪

(VINAY SARKAR SCOFFS)

RISHI: Uh... (CHUCKLES) Big man.

Yes, bro. How you doing?

- RISHI: Good.
- Looks like I'm intruding.

(RISHI CHUCKLES)

DIANA RAMDANI:
I wanted to surprise you

before he turned up unannounced.

VINAY: How's the bambino?

Di, light 'em up, please.

(CUTLERY CLINKING)

Go on.

Make a wish, Rish. (CHUCKLES)

(RISHI BLOWS)

(VINAY APPLAUDS)

Happy birthday, bro.

RISHI: (SNIFFLES) Thanks.

Thank you.
Just, um... (SNIFFLES)

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

VINAY: Oh...
What is this little bolt-hole?

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

- Yeah.
- Mm.

(SNIFFS)
Smells like a wank palace.

(CHUCKLES)

Look at that. (EXHALES SHARPLY)
Fucking generic, innit?

- It's just temporary.
- Temporary, hmm.

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.

VINAY: Nah.

You're never done
with friends, innit?

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

VINAY: 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.

(SOFTLY) I'm...

I'm sick.

(SOBS HEAVILY)

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.

- ♪ (SONG GROWS LOUDER) ♪
- And I bet you have no idea

what it’s like
to feel love because-

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(RISHI WHIMPERS)

(WHIMPERS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(WHISPERS) Oh, fuck!

(BREATHES HEAVILY, WHIMPERS)

♪ (SONG FADES) ♪

Um, the chancellor is confirmed
to stay next weekend.

Put Aurore in the king's room.

She's eyeing Number 10.

ALONDRA GALPERIN-DIAZ:
Will Sir Henry be back this evening?

(GROANS) I doubt it.

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

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

He's been trying to pronounce...

(CHUCKLING) ...the name
of the town all week.

(CHUCKLES)

♪ (GROOVY POP SONG
PLAYING IN BACKGROUND) ♪

Do you want a drink? Or, um...

we could do a bit of blow.

I mean, I have some left over

from that ghastly
Historic Houses event last week.

Sure.

(GIGGLES)

♪ Ooh, give me love
Give me love, give me love ♪

(BAG CRINKLING)

I wanted to thank you
for giving me employment.

It was very generous.

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

YASMIN: Well, as long
as you understand, um,

the people that work with me...

are loyal to me.

♪ Ooh, give me love
Give me love, give me love ♪

We're a family. (CHUCKLES)

(SNIFFS)

♪ It's enough, it's enough
It's enough... ♪

(SNORTS, EXHALES)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

- (CLEARS THROAT, SNIFFS)
- ♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SNORTS, CLEARS THROAT)

- YASMIN: So, your baby...
- (SNIFFS)

(DRINK POURING)

- ...is she my sister?
- (BOTTLE CLATTERS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH) Uh-
No, no, no. Not Charles's.

- (GLASS CLINKS)
- Are you sure?

ALONDRA:
I'm with the father now.

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

(SNIFFS)

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

the people, the requests.
(SIGHS)

ALONDRA:
The tips were excessive.

They were buying
your silence. (CHUCKLES)

(YASMIN SIGHS)

I- I never wanted to tell you,

but, um...

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

- their, um, company...
- ♪ ("HOME AGAIN" BY CAROLE KING PLAYING IN BACKGROUND) ♪

(VOICE QUIVERING)
...some of the girls, they were young.

Very young.

♪ It's so far and out of sight ♪

How young?

Twelve. Thirteen, fourteen.

♪ I really need someone
To talk to ♪

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.
- (YASMIN CHUCKLES)

He never... (SNIFFS)
He never did that to me.

ALONDRA: You are seen.

What the fuck
are you doing? Stop!

♪ Chills my soul
Right to the marrow ♪

(GASPS, BREATHES HEAVILY)

♪ I won't be happy ♪

- ♪ 'Til I see you alone again ♪
- (SOBS HEAVILY, GASPS)

♪ 'Til I'm home again
And feelin' right ♪

(YASMIN BREATHES HEAVILY)

(CONTINUES BREATHING HEAVILY)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

♪ Snow is cold, rain is wet ♪

(SNIFFLES)

♪ Chills my soul ♪

♪ Right to the marrow... ♪

(SNIFFLES)

Get rid of her.

♪ 'Til I'm home again
And feeling right ♪

♪ 'Til I'm home again ♪

♪ And feeling right ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

These conversations
are never easy.

- ♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
- EMPLOYEE: (OVER HEADSET) Okay.

- (CELL PHONE BUZZING)
- (LIGHTER CLICKS)

- EMPLOYEE: Sorry?
- Can I put you on hold?

EMPLOYEE: Yeah.

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES BUZZING)

Hello?

HARPER: (OVER PHONE)
Thanks for your comment in Forbes.

"A brilliant dropout
whose ambition is boundless."

Very magnanimous.

ERIC: (OVER PHONE) I'm glad
you read it that way.

HARPER: I heard they really
swung the scythe over there.

Yep.

Did how the cards fell
make you rich?

Not nearly enough.

ERIC: So you're hiring? (LAUGHS)

I hope they paid you.

ERIC: A lot.

Not enough.

(CLICKS TONGUE) 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?

♪ (DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Harp?

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Yeah?

Take care.

You too.

ROBERT: 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.

- Jimmy.
- JIMMY: (OVER HEADSET) Eric.

How goes it up there
on the tenth floor?

- JIMMY: Yeah, we're good.
- (CLICKS TONGUE) Listen...

I hate to be
the bearer of bad news...

♪ (DREAMY MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

Every prospective Little Labs
customer is trapped...

somewhere,
on a... sliding scale.

The listless ennui
of the hyper-privileged,

the insatiable affluenza

of the strivers
born with nothing.

Our product is a shortcut
to something higher.

Transcendence in a pill.

And we'll control
the supply-demand curve

by aggressively
limiting availability.

Something that the elite see

as the new answer to problems
which can never be solved

and the aspirational classes
long to have because they can't.

You got
a million dollars pre-seed

from Henry Muck
six months ago, right?

And half a million
from Ashford Asset Management.

PIERRE MARTIN: And we're seeing
you gentlemen

and three other VCs today.

♪ (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
PLAYING) ♪

Listen, I...

I'm just here...

to give you an opportunity.

Join us on the ground floor

of what is going to be
a spectacular journey.

Mark my words.

♪ (CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
CONTINUES) ♪

♪ ( CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC
CONCLUDES) ♪

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