The prime minister's run a mile, I see, which makes sense.
I would too. It's a national disgrace.
And the wolves have been fed Lisa Dearn, but who else is gonna hang for it?
It's always the youngest generation left paying the bill.
Labour spend their time excoriating the Conservatives,
but their scandals look and they smell the same.
It's time for a change. Neither party represents that.
Okay, thank you. Miss Bevan.
"Change" is a very bright and happy word for what you represent.
May I say something to the audience, Amol?
Oh, yes, of course. If they're still listening.
Please, Mr. Stefanowicz, thank you.
-Thanks. Gentlemen. -Shot for shot, sorry.
The man sat just beside me,
he wants the lessons of Tender to be made easy.
Compliance failures, ministerial naivety...
criminally-minded anomalies.
But Tender is not an anomaly.
It's the hyperreal and logical end point for what the market state loves.
We must start acknowledging
capitalism is as extractive as it is creative.
And we have to stop pretending that Tender is an alien.
It's a part of us.
The market apparatus will always find its useful scapegoat.
I am complicit.
I sat in meetings with men and women
so impressed by their technocratic affect and words
that I swallowed both as moral neutrality.
I was convinced I was helping my party.
I was not helping my party. I was betraying its first principles.
It's become my job to be seduced, and lobbied, and falsely loved
so that neoliberalism can slowly continue its decades-long project
of gutting the moral architecture of how we govern.
But I am unbowed.
First, we must make financial amends to every unwitting member of the public
that placed money in the very thing that we sanctified.
And from there,
it will be a time for imagination and confrontation.
I find that thrilling.
This Labour government needs to work for you.
Whitney's gone.
Why didn't you tell me about the...
the red-top piece?
My uncle and you...
not bringing me in.
That's not a partnership.
I agree.
It isn't.
Then help me understand.
I don't love you anymore, Henry.
I don't love you.
Did you ever?
Yes.
I want a divorce.
Okay.
Okay, you're not thinking...
You're not thinking rationally.
Look, we're in the eye of the fucking storm here.
It's not a discussion...
it's what I want, Henry.
We're Catholic, for fuck's sake.
You can't leave me like this.
Of course I can.
We had a whole future.
Life and the ki...
the kids.
Who said I wanted that?
I love you. I love you. Stop. Stop. Please.
Whatever it is that you're feeling...
it'll fade.
Ten seconds to open.
-H, you smell like the club. -Checks out.
-I wonder what it's going to feel like. -No need to wonder.
Limit down. Gapped into oblivion. No bid.
It's a black hole.
What's the PNL?
I d--
One hundred and ten million.
-Let's fucking go! -Oh, my God!
-Oh, fuck! -Are you shitting me?
-Oh, my fucking God! Oh, my God! -Harper, close the fucking position.
-Now, please. -Yes.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. -Oh, my God. I'm getting blood flow.
-What? -Shit.
Talk to me. -Good morning, Kenny. Yes, Stern--
-Hello, who's this? -Sorry.
Good morning, Kenny. Hi, yeah, Harper Stern.
We would like to start covering
-our Tender short in size, please. -Okay.
The violence of the move is gonna make people panic.
Don't spook the tape any more. Peel some off into the puke.
Prioritize best execution, not speed.
Oh, you got it, my gorgeous little Cassandra.
Be on chat for updates.
Better order some champagne
-and cigars. -Yes!
Wait, you smoke cigars?
No. I desperately need coffee though. So, order whatever you want.
Anything. Everything. Order everything.
Hi...
-Oh, my God. -Can I order some caviar...
-Yes. -...and some French toast?
-Pringles. -Yes, please.
And some Casamigos. Can we actually get some chips?
But not-- Can we get the McDonald's chips, and not the really soggy ones,
like the ones that are...
Could you possibly go and get some for us, and bring them back?
And when you bring them back in,
you can actually just put the caviar on them, please.
Yeah, that would be great. Thank you so much.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Did you order any Dom?
-I didn't hear you order any Dom. -I'll do it in the next round...
Hey, you've reached Eric Tao. Please leave a message.
It's done.
Call me back, for God's sake.
I think my religious affiliation is slowly becoming big coats.
-Okay! -Like big fucking coats.
It's a watershed moment in a young woman's life
when she stops buying second-hand Prada and buys the actual fucking Prada.
Don't hang up.
I don't have long.
Where are you?
Go to your bedroom.
Don't fucking question it, just do it.
Inside the cabinet. Loose panel, find it.
All right, speak. Where are you?
I'm not gonna say until I know you understand me.
-Fucking speak! -I've seen the headlines.
The institutions that waved us through are looking for their fall guy.
A picture of you in chains is all they need
-to show the system isn't broken. -Yeah, that can be you.
Can it? In that case, where am I? Pretty sure they know where you are.
You wanna turn yourself in?
They'll detain you, pre-trial, freeze it all.
Incarcerate you before you even smell a cell.
-What are you saying? -Our only power is in retreat.
-Running? Fucking running with you? -Repositioning ourselves,
stalling the bloodlust of the investigators.
Without both of us,
no one can fully reconstruct what happened.
This is more fucking bullshit!
I don't think you can afford to not believe me.
Yeah, try me, dickhead.
Cross borders, we're not just fugitives, we become potentially politicized tools.
Politicized in what way?
There's been Russian state interest in our company for some time.
That night in New York at the hotel...
they were tightening the noose.
Whitney?
Whitney, am I in danger? Tell me.
You are. You'll be viewed as my accomplice.
This isn't real. This is a fucking nightmare.
For all I know, they could be on their way to your house, right now.
If I...
If I turn myself in...
and make a big fucking spectacle, all in the open,
-no bad actor would take the risk. -Sure. Jail it is.
'Cause no one's ever died in suspicious circumstances
in police custody. We need to disappear.
Temporarily.
Or make no mistake, they will do it for us.
I'll text you via Signal.
I'll let you know where I am, everything is set up and arranged.
Destroy the SIM out of the phone you're using.
Leave everything behind and bring the cash and, Henry, remember...
sell me out, you damn us both.
Fuck!
We stay below 5,000 feet as we approach the Channel.
Avoid Heathrow's controlled airspace. Now, I prefer radio silence,
but on approach, I tend to spoof a call sign...
Whatever. I'm paying you to get me there undetected.
I'm not gonna give you notes on how you fulfill that brief.
Well, nobody's moving until we're paid in full.
-The cash is on its way. -Idling here is not an option.
-Thirty minutes, I spit you out. -I said he's on the way.
Gentlemen, when we land and the door opens,
we were told you were consultants flying private.
When you disembark, you're alone.
I knew I'd see you again very soon.
You need to tell me...
exactly where we're going and how it ensures my safety... right now.
I had that made a couple months ago as optionality.
You made the right call, trust me.
We're stronger together.
What the fuck is this thing?
That took a lot of work.
-I'm protecting you. -No, no, no, no, no.
You said this was...
temporary.
This isn't temporary.
You're transporting me.
-I'm not a partner, I'm an asset. -I don't know what that means.
Yeah, no, no. Of course not, because...
when people see through you, you deflect...
or feign ignorance.
You change the subject because you can't be the subject.
You can't bear the scrutiny.
I'm your leverage. I'm the guy you hide behind or trade away.
You know, there is dignity to knowing your place.
You forfeited that.
But in your pathetic, self-serving roadmap,
you didn't account for one thing. My place!
And what I think of this fucking embarrassment.
You think I'd become this for you, even for a moment?
-Guys, are we-- -Shut up!
You were born a disgusting fucking mooch,
and you will die a disgusting fucking mooch.
So, fuck your fucking poor boy civilian document,
because you know what, old boy?
If you have to reach for something, then you've already fucking missed it.
I'm getting off this shit heap.
Eat my shit, you peasant.
I'd rather die as me than run as you.
-Move back! -Mr. Muck!
Move! Move out of my way! Move out of my fucking way!
Open the gate!
Open the fucking gate!
Get off the property! It's private fucking property!
Mr. Muck, was your wife's resignation a joint decision?
I love you.
I love you so, so much.
I can change.
I'll do whatever you want.
Mr. Muck.
I'm Detective Inspector Davina Gascoigne, Met Police,
Economic Crime Command. With me are also enforcement officers
Kreitzer and Ellis from the Serious Fraud Office.
You're not being detained,
but we would like to invite you in for a voluntary interview under caution.
You're entitled to legal representation,
and you can decline to answer any questions.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention something you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence...
That won't be necessary.
Mr. Muck, do you have any comment about Tender's collapse?
Mr. Muck, do you feel guilty for your role in its collapse?
Mr. Muck!
...to uncover the whereabouts of Tender's former CFO.
Shortly after his removal...
Halberstram, last reported to have passed through the Philippines
-before boarding a flight to China... -Sebastian.
Thanks for coming.
He'll see you now.
...and speculation remains about where he may be...
Well, I think it's clear that the next leg for Sebastian
is about being taken seriously by institutional media,
whilst not losing his outsider, insurgent voice.
You won the Orwell scholarship, then became everything he warned us about.
-I'm sorry, I don't follow. -Your inner circle.
Post-liberal, neo-reactionary, techno-accelerationists.
-That's a lot of words. -And tech moguls, Marc Andreessen,
-Peter Thiel. -Peter's a close friend of mine.
You must be sorry our laws disqualify foreign donors.
That's something that I would change.
You know, why limit support for passport holders
when ideas and money are global?
You have a clear route into government.
Cross the floor, join the Conservative Party.
Aurore Adekunle is hated.
The 1922 Committee are sharpening their knives for her.
Unify the Right's vote.
The Conservative Party is--
Is the most successful political party in the history of democracy?
Is dead.
Rome falls.
And Byzantium rises.
Both parties feed an agenda set by an unelected civil servant class.
But what is your ideology?
-The Cult of Stefanowicz? -High modernity is bust.
We need clarity.
We need efficient, post-partisan governance
to help our communities.
You mean young, murderous, under-sexed men?
I mean working people across racial and traditional political lines
who no longer recognize the country that they were born into.
We'd need to distance your image from... fringe...
outright authoritarian or racial elements.
Yeah, we can polish the aesthetic without neutering the appeal.
Thank you.
-They're ready for you, sir. -I'll be right there.
Yasmin, could you show Mr. Stefanowicz out?
Maybe save talking about abolishing democracy
for your dinners in Silicon Valley.
The US are much better at that than the UK.
Fundraising, et cetera.
Well, then I hope you're looking forward to Paris.
I'm...
I was very sorry to hear about your divorce.
I don't believe in divorce.
Well, you think it's an affront to God?
Yeah.
Fully private floor. No shared lift.
We have a quant fund in the building already,
so, dual power feeds. Super-fast fiber connectivity standard.
Five minutes from a host of other big allocators.
I'll give you five minutes with it. I'm just gonna make a call.
Thank you.
Good place to stew on our next idea.
-That can wait. -Never.
I thought this might be an appropriate place
to give you guys these.
Two million each on top of your base. I'm also taking two million, all equal.
Wow. Socialism in action.
The rest of it will stay in our AUM as a buffer against cyclicality
and a promise to future investors that we are about repeatable alpha.
Two million quid, huh?
Could have made more selling pictures of my feet.
Yasmin has invited me to Paris. Not sure I wanna make that trip alone.
Yeah, weirdly, I've never been.
I keep hearing it's either under or overrated.
I can never remember which.
Some kind of political fundraiser. I don't know.
She's hosting these high-minded networking events, really.
She's going through a divorce.
She's keeping herself busy. I guess it's how she navigates it.
Shit, I met Whitney at one of these events.
Could find our next trade.
Yeah, I'll tag along.
Thought you were in Wakefield.
Yeah.
You heard any rumblings that have Russia and Tender
in the same sentence?
Dark, oligarch capital, or something closer to the Kremlin?
I'm being serious.
Something more underhand.
-Whitehall or MI5? -A source within the company.
-Who? -I'd rather not say.
Look, everyone tainted by association with Tender
is telling self-serving stories. North is south.
Leave anyone talking inside that thing well alone.
Well...
needs a response, right? Needs an investigation.
We'll start expelling Russian diplomats in the next ten minutes.
Come on, you're a grown-up. Every major power runs assets here.
Our tolerance of theirs, theirs of ours, is part of diplomatic statecraft.
If we ran a response every time a former GRU guy
circled a financial play in London, that's all we'd fucking do.
My source made it sound like it's part of a large operation.
Inside that factory of lies. Look, Jenni.
North isn't south, however much they say it is.
Won't it cause reputational damage to the PM
if these claims do gain traction?
All right. Take it from someone...
with top security clearance.
Don't poke this particular bear.
Yeah?
-Yeah, hello. Hi. -You're close with Lord Mostyn, right?
Close enough.
Have you tried taking your concerns to him?
Number 10 know more than they're letting on.
Okay. Yeah, I'll put it to him.
Thank you, Jenni.
Yeah, I really am sorry for it all, you know?
Merci.
-Bonjour. -Bonjour. Hi.
I'm so delighted you could make it.
-Yeah, of course. -And you must be Kwabena.
-Hi. -It's great to meet you, finally.
Okay, so, we have the whole top floor from 8:00 p.m.
-Great. -Remember, babe, it's Paris.
Anything could happen.
-I wish I was going through a tough time. -Yeah, right.
Tell you what, old boy.
You'd think there'd be better service in the upper house of our government.
It's like they're waiting on a writ of summons
before they bring a fucking breadbasket.
Anyway, I'm glad you called.
I know you don't want to speak to your uncle.
-Yeah, well, he hurt me. -Well, we're all very worried for you.
-When are they bringing charges? -Imminently. They confiscated my passport.
I've been advised to take a plea deal. There's no mens rea when it came to fraud,
plead to negligence, and breach of fiduciary duty.
Prove I wasn't enriched, which I certainly wasn't.
Do that, then testify, and...
and they may well commute my sentence to house arrest.
Testify against who? CFO? Halberstram?
Good. The fucker!
But...
I'll ask my counsel to hold for a beat.
I think I want to shape my testimony
so it's broader than implicating just one man.
I think...
Tender may have become a state-influenced shell.
What are you talking about?
Tender...
was a proxy for Russian intelligence.
Sounds like a dark fairytale to me.
Yeah, no, I've looked into it and comparables in other industries.
You know, I have some suspicion about what they used it for.
Data mining. Laundering money for covert operations,
embedding their people in foreign infrastructure.
One? All?
This better not form part of your defense because you sound like a fucking lunatic.
Hey, look, I intend to make it part of my testimony,
and I need you to help me. Raise a question in the Lords.
Speak to your friends on the intelligence and security committees,
the Attorney General, anyone.
Lobbying on your behalf could quickly cross
into the unethical, or even illegal territory, Henry.
I took an oath to uphold the reputation of this house.
Did I ever tell you about my old pal, Clovis Wodehouse?
No.
He and I had a number of property deals together.
Shopping centers mainly. Big one in Moscow.
And we fell out. And I made Moscow work for me.
He lost everything on a rival build.
He owed a lot of Russian mutual associates a fortune.
You really don't remember his name?
No.
Well, maybe you'll remember how he died.
Impaled on the beautiful Georgian railings outside the house
that he could no longer afford to live in, off the Fulham Road.
Now, people speculated about the nature of his fall.
He'd had psychotic episodes, elliptical phone calls.
There was no evidence of any third-party involvement,
so, officially, it was unexplained.
So... sorry, what are you saying? That he was...
What, you think he was murdered?
He suffered from mental health disorder.
You have a history of mental health disorder, do you not?
Suicide would be a very rational explanation.
The point is,
don't draw these types of people into your existence.
You have your fall guy. Halberstram deceived everyone.
And that's the top and tail of what you'll say.
Now, let's have a little more claret.
Oh, God!
You know, this the only dining room in London where I could succumb
to old age before I get a... top-up!
Thank you.
Come on, here she is.
I've ordered trout.
It's beautiful.
It's Galvan.
You look great. You can keep it.
So, just enjoy yourself tonight.
It's a great room to be in.
Make people feel welcome.
Always.
-Thank you. -Of course.
And... I hope your little cousin has fun too.
I think she will.
And she's grateful for the opportunity.
I'm grateful to you.
Look, I'm not going to ask again, but tell me, do you have footage of us?
Of me, you and Henry?
Yeah, I masturbate to the game tape.
God, you have no idea how incredible everyone looks
when just all they do is want each other.
Yas, there's no tape.
Good.
See Paris and die.
Isn't that it?
Gorgeous.
What is a "necessary discussion on realignment"?
No idea.
You know, I had a mate at Francis Holland with Yasmin.
Said she was a pretty nasty piece of work.
School's weird.
Most people have been bullied. Most people have been bullies.
I don't agree.
But, yeah, anyways, she was like chick's a sadist.
What are you doing? Why are you saying that?
I don't know. The company she keeps? Her choice of partner?
Look, all I'm saying is, if you met her cold,
like, tonight, say, for the first time, I don't think you'd be friends with her.
Well, I haven't met her cold, have I?
You can't just strip people of their context.
Besides, you are her guest.
-Of course. Sorry. I'll remember to bow. -Why are you being such a prick?
-You don't have to come to dinner. -No, I'll come.
I was looking forward to speaking to the son of some Lockheed Martin exec
about what peptides he's injecting into his arse.
Okay, narcissism of small differences, bro.
You are from privilege. You are not better than these people.
These are your people.
Don't talk about Yasmin like that. She's a survivor.
You have no fucking clue what she's been through.
You know what? Whatever, Harper. I'm going out.
You fucking do that, then!
How were you so right so early on Tender?
Trust me, we were right too early.
You have any recourse against them,
given the IBN Bauer deal was stock for stock?
Our family were legacy guardians. We will survive this indecency, won't we?
You don't bear Yasmin any ill will?
She was the victim of a criminal mind. We were deceived.
She deserves the chance to restart her life.
Only she would be skilled enough to set a dinner like this.
Yeah, she told me it was mostly business people trying
-to get into politics. -Sure, with deep pockets.
These are titans of industry. Academics, evolutionary biologists.
And they all want to meet Stefanowicz.
There are certain men who embody a zeitgeist.
Look at him.
He is so...
-dashing. -Mother, control yourself.
Well, it's a shame Paris no longer feels like Paris.
Don't you think?
Like all major European cities, you can see where the last wisps
of the neoliberal fantasy of multiculturalism have gone to die.
Importing people who reject your values is national suicide.
Repatriation is the only model to reverse this unbelievable erosion
of our culture.
A nation is its genetic inheritance.
All the evidence suggests that different demographics have evolved
to have different temperaments, capacities.
What will we tell our grandchildren one day?
That we didn't fight for Europe?
Sebastian is a vessel capable of seeing this through.
So, Harper, for how long have you been a donor to Stefanowicz?
You're not like the other ones, are you?
What other ones?
Well, I'd like to thank you all for being here.
And I would like to thank Yasmin,
specifically, for putting this all together so quickly.
So, thank you, Yasmin.
I wanted to think of a toast that would unite us.
Family.
Tradition.
And proud nations.
-Family. Traditions. Proud nations. -Family. Traditions. Proud nations.
This is so nice.
-Are you not drinking? -I'm sober now.
Not in an annoying way, I just enjoy clarity.
Okay.
Right, I'm off. I'm on the last Eurostar out.
-You can't stay? -No, it's my son, Alban's...
son, Alban's first Holy Communion.
I need to be there in the morning.
You must be the fund manager Yasmin speaks so highly of.
-Harper Stern. Nice to meet you. -Pleasure.
I don't just want your donations.
I want your mind.
A mind like yours is key to devising a new OS.
It's a seductive idea made seductively.
I got to tell you, though, there was...
some pretty blunt ideas around the table tonight.
You know, I can't police people's views, even if I find them unpalatable myself.
Everyone here is here to donate.
They don't necessarily represent me or my beliefs.
-Sure. -But I'm sorry.
-Thanks. -And I meant what I said about the new OS.
-Let's chat. Thank you. -Thank you.
Have a good evening.
Take care.
A lot of the business figures in here are foreign nationals.
How are they political donors to him?
Some of them have funds listed in the UK and make payments that way.
Shell companies? That's illegal, right?
No. I mean, well, it's a gray area.
That's where the edge is. That's what you always say.
These dinners are mostly to ensure continued cross-border digital support.
There's not much monetary value,
but the actual value is enormous to the messaging.
Why are you doing this?
Joy.
Whose?
Mine.
Yas, I think these are, like, very extreme people.
Don't fall into that trap.
These are fresh ideas for a broken social contract.
I don't need to hear the fucking messaging.
Come on, don't be their fool.
The political pendulum swings left to right,
achieving nothing but perpetual campaigning.
I mean, these people are for actual change.
Progress, right?
Did you bring me here just to donate to Stefanowicz?
What are you talking about? You're an apolitical operator.
You sat me next to two fucking Nazis tonight.
They were looking at me like they wanted to skin me alive.
Sorry. Obviously, I didn't...
It's fine.
These gentlemen.
Hi.
Who are these girls?
They're, like, practically draped on these men.
They're here for a good time.
-Yeah, but who are they? -Well, that's Molly.
She has no education, no real prospects.
She was working in the Norton household for minimum wage, and now she's here.
And you pay her to be, what, window dressing?
Well, she sits on his lap and they talk about the first thing that pops up.
For God's sake, relax.
It's for the gender balance of a good party.
I mean, they make the whole thing visually memorable.
Cock-heavy parties are always dead.
Yeah, but you invited them into this situation.
Harper, do you have any idea how this kind of access changes people's lives?
How it levels them up?
I mean, she'd have never fucking seen Paris if it wasn't for me.
We both know that this world will own you if you don't harden up.
I mean, any man, every man, would swim through sewage
if it meant that he could come at the end.
Please hear me when I say this. It comes from a place of love.
That is not your voice coming out of your mouth.
And I know your voice.
I wanna show you something.
It's gonna fundamentally change your opinion on someone, okay?
What the fuck am I looking at?
That's Eric.
The guy that you'd like to believe is just a guy.
That's him having sex with someone he knew to be underage.
That's his arse.
Oh, my God.
Why do you have that?
-That's the girl in the video. -She's underage?
Girls lie about their age, Harper. And men like it.
He thought he was having sex with a 15-year-old girl, okay? He's sick.
What the fuck is she doing here?
-That's her choice. -What are you talking about?
-How old is she? -I lost my virginity when I was 14, okay?
I became a woman as soon as I wanted someone.
Besides, the world is not exploitation or opportunity.
It's both/and. That's the world, Harper.
"Both/and." That's maturity.
Has Eric seen this video?
Why do you have this fucking video of him?
She recorded it for her own safety, okay?
That is what your North Star is capable of.
That's not just a man, Harper. That is a beast.
Both/and.
Is that what this is about?
Are you gonna record all of these men? Why? Why?
To what end?
This is not who you are.
Please, you do not have to do this.
We can just go. We can go for a walk. Or forget this fucking video.
Forget it. Let's just go.
You need air or something. You need anything. Something.
I don't know why you're playing here, but I...
Come on, take my hand. Let's go.
Yasmin, if you have cared at all about me, ever, you will take my fucking hand.
-Come on. -I'm sorry.
"The world's showing you what it is." You said that to me.
So, you metabolize hard feelings. You become someone.
I feel important here. Do you see that?
I'm necessary.
I feel new.
I feel less pain.
That's it.
Excuse me. You should go.
Excuse me?
Just get up and get out of this fucking room.
-You have no business being in here. -I'm good here, thanks.
-Give me that. -Get the fuck off me.
Hey. Hey.
Don't fucking touch her.
I think it's time for you to leave, bitch.
If you're gonna be like that...
Some people. I mean, like...
If you can't be happy in Paris, where the fuck can you be happy, right?
Harp, this isn't working for me.
And I'm pretty sure it's not working for you either.
Like, some central casting Parisian bird threw it on me all night.
She kissed me.
And if I'm honest, it felt great.
I don't feel guilty.
Not really.
Nothing?
Nothing to say?
What the fuck do you want me to say, Kwabena?
You want me to raise my fucking voice like this, huh?
Honestly, Harper, sometimes I think you're like an NPC,
or like AI or something.
You know, a couple of weeks ago, Sweetpea told me that she told you
about the thing in Accra.
And, look, I know, I know I should have mentioned it to you.
I know I was wrong for not mentioning it to you.
But, like, it was gross. It was a lie...
but I'm just flat-out perplexed
why you wouldn't raise it with me if you knew.
Like genuinely, help me, help me understand that.
Is it impossible to think
that I don't have another fucking thing going on,
but to wonder about who my casual fuck is fucking behind my back?
This isn't casual, Harper.
We're like sleep companions
who occasionally have a fucking conversation.
It's like we're intimate with no intimacy.
My mom died while you were in Accra.
Shit, I'm sorry.
Wish you'd said.
Are you okay?
I feel like all the people who I thought were constants in my life have all...
become something I didn't know they were.
Or disappeared altogether.
I like being around you,
despite you.
Fuck, it might also be because you're like
the only other Black person I ever interact with.
Is that supposed to be romantic?
No.
I don't know how to be in a relationship.
I don't understand how to do it or, like,
water it, make it last.
There's no manual.
There should be.
I just want to protect myself.
Not at the cost of everything else, Harper.
That's too high a price.
No, it's not.
It's not for me.
This morning, Mr. Muck has formally entered
a plea of guilty to the charges set out in the indictment.
My client is engaging with the process transparently,
and we ask the media and the public to allow the legal process to continue
as we present the incontrovertible facts.
-Marked up the priorities pre-Cabinet. -Thanks.
Halberstram was a shadow man who built a...
shadow world.
Do you expect to land on your feet again, Mr. Muck?
Have you had contact with Mr. Halberstram?
Is Mr. Halberstram being shielded abroad?
He was the only person responsible.
It starts and ends with him. We were all deceived.
Are you gonna apologize to Tender's customers?
What is the status of your marriage?
Lady Muck.
-Miss Hanani. Or Yasmin. -Oh, sorry, Miss Hanani.
We just wanted to say thank you for the opportunity.
I told you, you know, there's nowhere like Paris.
Beats Norton Hall, right?
You okay?
-Yeah. -Good.
Great.
I'm sorry, I...
"She is tossed by the waves, but she does not sink."
-Hey. -Hi.
-Can I get you anything? -No. No. You take the day.
But we have dinner with the Qataris at 8:00.
L'Épicure. Justine at Hermès is expecting you.
You got it, boss.
Fun night.
Yeah. Can you just make sure I have a minute?
Darling, hi.
I'm probably the last person you want to hear from,
but are you free next week to hop aboard the gorgeous boat I named just for you?
Mallorca!
I'll pay for your flights. Bring a friend. We have space.
No men, obviously.
Come, come. Love you, my little cherub.
Light of my life. Mina.
Mina, Mina.
Darling, hi.
I'm probably the last person you want to hear from,
but are you free next week to hop aboard the gorgeous boat I named just for you?
Mallorca!
I'll pay for your flights. Bring a friend. We have space.
No men, obviously.
Come, come. Love you, my little cherub.
Light of my life. Mina.
Mina, Mina.
Darling, hi.
I am probably the last person you want to hear from,
but are you free next week to hop aboard the gorgeous boat I named just for you?
Mallorca!
I'll pay for your flights. Bring a friend. We have space.
No men, obviously.
Come, come. Love you, my little cherub.
Light of my life. Mina.
Mina. Mina.
I'm sorry.
I'm so, so sorry.
Ready! I've got one, Botty!
Botty, I've got one! I've got one!
-Now, let it... Slowly! -Bloody thing's jammed!
-There you go. -Okay.
Yeah!
-Slowly. Slowly. -Come on, you fucker!
Yeah!
It's hard to short frauds in a good market.
There was nothing to believe in at Tender, and we proved that.
-Hope is more profitable than truth. -That's not changing. Ever.
So, how do you stay sane in a market that brutally punishes truth-tellers
all the time, in real time?
There will always be stories in the world that people are too afraid to question.
But...
I had a team of people who I cared about.
Whose opinions I cared about.
A few people I talked to made you seem like more of a...
how shall I say...
singular operative.
People change.
You really believe that?
Aren't you supposed to?
Does being so uniquely right, when everyone was so totally wrong,
feel like vindication?
Or does it ultimately make you feel very alone?
Both/and.
That's a good place to end.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
Are you finished?
-Sorry. -Your gin and tonic.
Can I get you another?
Are you done?