♪ ("INDUSTRY"
THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ ("DON'T TURN AROUND"
BY BIIG PIIG PLAYING) ♪
♪ Don't you turn around ♪
♪ And say you need me
By your side ♪
♪ If it's that easy
Why'd you leave me? ♪
♪ You know I've no one
To rely on, to rely ♪
♪ Don't you turn around ♪
♪ And say you need me
By your side ♪
Come on! They keep dying!
This fucking room.
Seb, be careful!
I just changed these for winter.
-They're Santorini.
-Have you been nourishing it?
What do you mean
fucking nourishing it, Seb?
-It's a fucking plant!
-If you're not willing to take
responsibility for something
that relies on you to live,
then I'm not sure
I'm comfortable sharing
that responsibility with you.
(SCOFFS) Okay.
Okay. I'll nourish it.
He's probably just testing
your boundaries.
-MAN: ...he's gonna beat me.
-(MEN LAUGHING)
What is this Robert thing?
He told me something might be
going on between you guys?
Nothing's going on.
I mean, he texts me a lot.
He texts everyone a lot.
The volume's
borderline harassment.
-Are you into it?
-I have a boyfriend.
Doesn't sound like
you're denying it.
Yeah, I'm fucking denying it.
How's Todd?
HARPER STERN:
He's here for a few more days.
I'm still ghosting him.
And the chances
of an Italian Brexit?
It's, uh,
hard to say this far out,
but the fact that the vote's
even on the table
-is very worrying for the EU.
-Excuse me.
It may have come
to your attention
that the Guardian
have run an article this morning
written by
one of our former employees.
Rishi.
Thank you.
If you get any incoming,
the correct response
is "no comment." Thanks.
(DOOR OPENING)
GREG GRAYSON: I called it.
I fucking called it!
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
(KNOCKING ON GLASS)
RISHI RAMDANI:
Does anyone know who this is?
'Cause I don't recognize her.
Guess you'd better go.
THEO TUCK: So...
-Hey.
-ERIC TAO: Hey. I'm off.
Where are you going?
Somewhere called
the "New Forest."
Though judging by this country,
there'll be nothing
new about it.
Uh, it's management off-site.
I need you to sit down
with Felim.
I happen to know
that his new coverage
has him on the wrong side
of this Italy thing.
Their interests, not his.
He's very short euros,
dangerously over-levered.
Everyone is that side.
How do you know that it's wrong?
Because I've looked.
The smartest hedgies are buying
small clips of euros
ahead of this rumored vote.
Those in the know
are acting like
this referendum's not happening.
And I-- I don't have to know
what they know to act.
I just need to know
where to look. That's edge.
-That's sales.
-Okay. Um...
So what do you want me to do?
I want you to get
a face-to-face with him.
Show him how much
he's missing us.
But what-- what about his wife?
What about her?
It's not a problem
if you cover him.
You'll face him, you'll execute,
he'll only hear your voice.
And his wife can sleep easy
on the sheets I helped pay for.
-(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
-(TELEPHONES RINGING)
Oh, how do I get
in front of him?
Harper,
we both know
what you're capable of...
so don't let me down.
♪ (SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(SIGHS)
(GROANS)
Oh, fuck!
♪ ("BOYS GROW UP" BY
ARTIFICIAL PLEASURE PLAYING) ♪
(PANTING)
(GROANING)
♪ Oh, I'm trying to play
The role ♪
♪ I gotta be all tough
And take control ♪
♪ So I'm working
On my handshake ♪
♪ I gotta lift weights
I gotta man up ♪
♪ Yeah, I gotta look straight ♪
♪ You've got to
Pick a team, man ♪
♪ Boys grow up ♪
-♪ There's no in between, man ♪
-♪ Boys grow up ♪
♪ They said to grin
And bear it ♪
♪ Boys grow up... ♪
-(PHONE BUZZING)
-ROBERT SPEARING: Usman?
I'll say you're ill,
you degenerate bastard.
♪ That's not me ♪
♪ I just wanna be free ♪
-♪ I just wanna be free ♪
-(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
♪ I just wanna be
Free to have autonomy ♪
♪ Whoo-hoo ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
My mother's trying to force me
to put her in touch
with some funds
for some documentary
-about the YPG in Syria.
-(CHUCKLES)
She's threatening
to go over there.
I told her Damascus used to have
a superb nightlife.
Then she hit me.
(IN SPANISH)
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(IN ENGLISH) Sounds ominous.
(IN ENGLISH) I have heard
that you and Anton are done
raising capital for your fund.
What's your mandate?
(IN SPANISH)
(CHUCKLES)
MAXIM: (IN ENGLISH)
We're broadly FX.
But if we have a view,
we'll put it on.
Well, maybe I could lead
your intros at Pierpoint.
(CHUCKLES)
-Why not?
-(EXCLAIMS)
MAXIM ALONSO: (IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH) Have you seen this?
YASMIN KARA-HANANI:
Fuck, she's on my team!
Is it bad?
The rats are leaving the ship.
(IN SPANISH)
(BOTH LAUGH)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DUTCH)
CLEMENT COWAN: They treat
cyclists like citizens,
not cancer, in Amsterdam.
(CHAIR SCRAPES)
No, no, no.
Let Kaspar face the room.
I thought he might
enjoy the view.
He knows the view.
CLEMENT: Sorry, Kaspar,
it's his first business trip.
KASPAR ZENDEN:
It's unlike Usman to be late.
Uh, he-- he called me to say
that he had a stomach bug.
Yeah, some, uh--
some rogue prawn.
KASPAR: Hmm.
These conservative Muslim types
are great at running money.
You know, in the '70s we had
a Muslim family on my block.
I assume if you hadn't seen
a Western lavatory,
it could be a somewhat strange
and unsympathetic object,
but in my experience,
they always preferred
to use the floor.
So best that Usman stays out
of the office today
with the strange tummy, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
Huh?
-(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
-(CLEMENT AND KASPAR LAUGH)
KASPAR: Good.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DUTCH)
"Ten years on
from the financial crisis,
the elite bank's toxic culture
is accelerating.
I couldn't lie
to myself anymore."
Oh, she didn't make VP so her
conscience woke up. Good timing.
I hear she already
has a fucking book deal.
HILARY WYNDHAM: Uh, yeah,
my buddy Angus at Goldman's
is meeting a new fund
out of Brevan.
Anyone got any color?
"Silver Kite" mean anything
to anyone?
Uh, "Once, I found myself
in situations beyond my control
whilst being imprisoned within
a prison of my own complicity."
Show of hands. Anyone know
what the fuck that means?
She was always trying
to "bro-down." I heard her
refer to the quant team
as "50 shades of yellow."
(CHUCKLES)
Pretty sure that was you.
Yeah, but she fucking laughed.
Yeah, can someone make
an introduction?
-This looks sizable. Kenny?
-How can you work here
and write something
so fucking impractical?
HILARY: (SHOUTING) Kenny!
(SIGHS)
Do you, I don't know, maybe want
to originate something, or...
are you just
an execution monkey?
Have you brought in
a single new account
since you made VP?
-Um...
-Huh?
I have an in with Brevan.
Oh. Sorry, with Silver Kite.
I have an in with Silver Kite.
How?
Um. I set up a coffee
and pitched us out
with one of the founders.
Um, they are sizable,
vanilla and derivs.
Great.
Really great.
-Set up a sit-down with Kenny.
-Okay.
If I hear another word
about this article,
someone's going to have
a serious fucking problem!
(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
GUS SACKEY: Let me know
if there's anything I can do.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
DARIA GREENOCK:
I'm not a pollster, Graham.
What, do you really think
a Swiss-educated
bureaucrat cares...
Pierpoint. Gus Sackey speaking.
No, Eric's off the desk
at the moment. Can I help?
DARIA: ...rather, a protest
against years of austerity.
Yeah. Sure, of course.
Yeah, that's no problem.
-Sorry.
-(PHONE BEEPS)
What the fuck are you doing?
Who told you that
you could answer Eric's line?
Do you want us
to miss the business
so you can keep
your little monopoly?
Hey. We're a team.
Harper, okay?
We answer each other's lines.
(OFFICE CHATTER CONTINUES)
-DARIA: Hey,
sorry, Sara. I'm just...
-GUS: Sorry.
DARIA: Okay,
I'll give you a call in 20?
DARIA: Hey, what was Eric
asking you to do?
Oh, it was just some, uh,
account management.
DARIA: Sounds clandestine.
-(CLEARS THROAT)
-DARIA: Coffee?
GUS: Yeah, I can price that
for you, no problem.
Just give me a sec...
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING)
(TELEPHONE DIALING)
LUKE BEAUMONT:
Fenmarsh, Felim's office.
Hi, Luke. Harper Stern
calling from Pierpoint.
LUKE: I've been told explicitly
not to put through any calls
from Pierpoint.
-My other line's ringing.
-Wait--
(KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING)
-I got you one anyway.
-(CHUCKLES)
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
CLEMENT:
City airport's a miracle.
Eggs in Amsterdam,
lunch in Mayfair.
First business trip away
is always a baptism.
Did Usman leave satisfied?
(INHALES, EXHALES)
-Kaspar's not a very modern man.
-(LAUGHS)
Open a Dutch newspaper.
He's more modern than you think.
-(SIGHS)
-And do you always agree
with everything he says?
Have you seen this?
(CLEMENT SCOFFS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Um, I'm happy to book a place
for Silver Kite.
Maxim's a bit of a foodie.
(CHUCKLES)
I've, uh, booked a steak place
I like. 6:00 p.m. tomorrow.
-So you've already reached out?
-Yeah.
-(PHONE RINGS)
-JACKIE WALSH: Pierpoint.
Sorry, I--
I must've forgot to CC you.
-I'll send you the address.
-So I can come?
Yeah, you made the intro.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WOMAN:
...'cause that might be good.
(YASMIN CLEARS HER THROAT)
Guess my days of being
a salad girl are over.
A bit of a foodie, is he?
(JACKIE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
♪ (SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-Hey.
-YASMIN: Hey.
-(FRIDGE OPENS)
-(WATER POURING)
If you put my liver in a jar,
you could charge people
to see it.
-You on one tonight?
-I have a work thing.
Plus, my ex is in town,
and he's being very persuasive.
I don't really need
a lot of persuading.
ROBERT: Do you want me to come?
-HARPER: Yeah, I'll be fine.
-Well, if you're not,
I'll probably end up getting
the taste for it anyway, so...
text me.
(YASMIN SIGHS)
Have you guys fucked yet?
'Cause if not, can you please
get on with it?
(CHUCKLES)
♪ (ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(ROBERT BREATHING HEAVILY)
(HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES)
-(ROBERT GRUNTS)
-(YASMIN GASPS)
-(ROBERT MOANS)
-(YASMIN MOANS)
-(DEVICE BEEPS)
-AUTOMATED VOICE:
Bluetooth connected.
(ROBERT GRUNTING AND PANTING
THROUGH SPEAKER)
(ROBERT MOANING)
TV COMMENTATOR:
They have the ball.
Now can they find the goal?
(CROWD CHANTING ON TV)
COMMENTATOR: Time running out
for the visiting team...
GUS: So, how was Holland?
Uh, yeah, good.
I always wanted to travel
for work, so...
COMMENTATOR: ...roaming,
looking for an opening...
I wouldn't buy everything
he sells you.
He's taking me to get
a suit fitted tomorrow.
-That sounds totally normal.
-(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
COMMENTATOR: ...left to right,
searching for an opportunity.
-Goal! That's a fine strike...
-(CROWD ROARING)
♪ ("THE PARTY WE COULD HAVE"
BY NATHAN MICAY PLAYING) ♪
Hey, hey! She's at Pierpoint.
-Boo!
Come on.
Sellside girls pour the drinks.
Don't forget,
your bosses call me
and I take their money.
ALL: (SHOUTING) Oh!
MIKEY WALKER: Hey! Hey!
No accountants!
(MEN CHANTING INDISTINCTLY)
Hi. Harper.
We spoke on the phone.
Oh, yeah, Pierpoint. Yeah. Hey.
I was wondering if I could get
five minutes with Felim--
LUKE: No work. No work chat.
♪ (DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(CROWD CHEERING, WHISTLING)
Oy, oy, no, no, no. Only those
who make investment decisions
get to drink for free.
Yeah, no desk assistants.
That's just group policy, mate.
(LAUGHS)
I can get you a bottle.
I mean, like,
Pierpoint could get you a bottle
if you want. But I want
five minutes with Felim.
-He won't speak to Eric.
-HARPER: He doesn't have to.
Just put me in his diary,
and I'll take care of the rest.
LUKE: He won't see anyone
below a VP. He won't turn up.
Put Daria. Daria Greenock.
She'll lead, and I'll just
touch base with her before.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(LUKE GRUMBLES)
I can get you
ten minutes at noon.
HARPER: Yeah, done.
-(CONFETTI EXPLODES)
-(CROWD CHEERING)
-With the black girl?
-Yeah.
Oh, Harper. This a friend?
MIKEY: Yeah.
Appreciate it.
-I like the disguise.
-What're you doing here?
LUKE:
You look like Travis Scott.
TODD BARBER: Nah, not at all.
(TODD CHUCKLES)
Turn your location off, then,
if you don't wanna be found.
Still got it. (LAUGHS)
(OVEN DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
(HUMMING)
-Oh.
-TODD: Jeez.
Chef's special.
Happy Thanksgiving.
-(SPOON CLATTERS)
-(CHUCKLES)
(HARPER SIGHS)
I miss you.
In between fucks?
I saw that new bitch
on your story.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah, she had a boyfriend.
They broke up, and...
I wasn't ready to graduate
from side nigga
to, like, actual nigga.
To be honest, I don't think
you should be here.
I knew I would--
But I know
it's just not a good idea.
-I should've said sorry.
-That would've been a start.
Do you know
what you're sorry for?
TODD: For everything.
(SCOFFS) That's not an answer.
For leaving you.
(CHUCKLES) You don't have to be
sorry for that.
That is what it is.
-It's how you left me.
-The fallout of what happened.
And what happened?
TODD: You freaked out.
I was sitting in my last final.
I couldn't catch my breath.
I thought I was having
a heart attack. (CHUCKLES)
So I walked out.
I walked, like, three miles
to Panda Prince...
and I ordered
the Kung Pao chicken.
Actually, most of the menu.
And I called you...
again and again.
H, it sound like you had...
like a panic attack.
You need to talk to somebody
about your brother, dude.
Yeah, fuck that.
(SPOON CLATTERS)
TODD: I'm sorry I wasn't there.
It's not an apology if you put
yourself at the center of it.
TODD: That's not what I'm doing.
I didn't know.
You look good.
(CHUCKLES) Don't do that.
Got hella ass in these pants.
-Double cheeked up.
-(HARPER LAUGHS)
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(HARPER MOANS)
(MOANS)
(BOTH SIGH)
(ZIPPER OPENS)
(HARPER GASPS)
(HARPER MOANING)
(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
THEO: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
We're expecting some color
on Italy's rumored
EU membership referendum.
Should have an update
later today.
If anybody needs me,
I'll be on the floor.
MAN: They talk to me regularly.
I think I'm losing my mind...
Wait, why do I have
a twelve o'clock with Felim?
Did you put that in?
Is that a fuck up?
Um... Ah. Yeah, that's my bad.
I was out last night
with his assistant,
and I was just selling our team.
DARIA: Okay,
but who set up the meeting?
-Felim?
-No, no.
I don't know why he did that.
There's no meeting. (CHUCKLES)
I think that he was drunk
and was just trying to help.
Sorry. (CHUCKLES)
DARIA: Okay.
Yeah, I don't think
I'll survive very long
if I don't become
a bit more wholesome.
(SCOFFS)
♪ (QUIET MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(IN SCOTTISH ACCENT)
social mobility's a myth.
And they say
ROBERT: You're Scottish?
Well, we all have
our different ceilings.
(CHUCKLES)
What do you get out of this?
You know, your bringing me here.
What is your old man in?
I didn't speak to my father
for the last 20 years
of his life.
I'm not close to my dad.
Mine oiled his hair
with Brylcreem
and brushed his teeth
with Colgate.
And once, I switched the tubes.
All you need to know about him
is that when he'd finished
brushing his teeth,
he combed
the toothpaste through his hair.
You never talk about
where you're from.
Gets to the point
where they stop asking.
But they never stop caring.
Looks proper, that fabric.
(CHUCKLES)
Normally 4250,
I can do it for four.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
It's a bit out of my range.
CLEMENT: (IN ENGLISH ACCENT)
Yes, alas, Georgie,
we are in an age
of deferred bonuses
and payment in stock.
We're at the bottom
of the river,
our pans bereft of gold.
Now, I need to go
pay Mrs. Winslow.
♪ (SLOW MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
CLEMENT: (IN SCOTTISH ACCENT)
Last two day have been hell.
Why weren't you open yesterday?
I needed you.
GEORGE: I thought you had
a mate in Amsterdam?
CLEMENT: Yeah,
I think something did for him.
-Interpol or Fentanyl.
-Liverpool or Rome? (LAUGHS)
CLEMENT: Either come in
and shut the door,
or shut the door and stay out.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(DOOR OPENING)
I remembered you'd be
ten minutes early.
FELIM BICHAN: Right. Well,
I'd assume that
one of Eric's charges
would be this proactive.
Wasn't there supposed
to be someone senior here?
She couldn't make it.
-FELIM: Who's she?
-Uh, is a VP on our desk.
VP, eh?
Right, well, I didn't come here
to be harangued
by one of Eric's team.
I'm actually not sure
why I, uh...
-WAITRESS: There you go, love.
-FELIM: Thank you.
Did you get my email?
I did.
The subject line did rather
amuse me amongst the deluge.
Eric was desperate to save you
from getting burned
on this Italy thing,
and I thought it only right
to relay his passion in person.
Have you started to unwind
your euro short?
(CHUCKLES)
I'll concede that we've had
some teething problems
with our new coverage, yes.
And how has that affected
your bottom line?
(CHUCKLES) Very good.
What about...
if going forward, you had every
relevant part of Eric's color,
but through me?
What does that make you then?
A puppet?
-A prop?
-A conduit to Eric.
-"Conduit."
-HARPER: But without any of...
the hassle.
(DOOR OPENS)
(SIGHS) I'm so sorry I'm late.
Traffic was suicidally bad.
It's not a problem. We're just
wrapping up, aren't we?
-DARIA: Oh, uh...
-FELIM: It's okay.
Um...
I appreciate that you're...
a woman at the bottom
of this industry,
and I sympathize with that.
And if anyone knows
Eric's powers of persuasion,
it's certainly me. But...
what you think I'm reading
as proactivity or good business,
I actually see as somebody
in his thrall.
I-- I'm really sorry.
What's going on?
If Harper's spoken
out of school,
-that's on me.
-No, no it's fine.
I've got an open tab here,
so help yourselves
to a wee bit of lunch. But...
it feels like you should
probably discuss
why I left Pierpoint,
'cause that's...
clearly been lost
in translation.
And remember that some things
are more important than money.
Afternoon, ladies.
DARIA:
I just can't believe how easily
you would lie to me.
Is that you? Or is that him?
What did he actually say
to Felim's wife?
-I don't know. He wouldn't say.
-DARIA: What did he say?
-I promise, I'm not--
-You promise?
Great. Okay.
I don't know where we go
from here.
You have to decide
because I can't work
or be friends with anyone
who would behave like that.
And if he's pressuring you,
you need to say now.
I promise you,
I can understand that.
This way of doing business,
the silos, the possessiveness,
the lying...
it's going to stop.
That article is just the start.
This place is going to change,
watch.
If you lie to me again,
you have no idea how cold
the floor can be.
And I won't be in your corner
come RIF. Simple.
(GUS TALKING QUIETLY ON PHONE)
RISHI: Oh, Eric Tao,
pro skater two!
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
GUS: I'm glad
we can be of service. Great.
(PHONE SLAMS)
What do you think you're doing?
Why am I getting incoming
about a grad executing
with my clients?
Harper and Daria
were off the desk--
ERIC: Did I tell you
you could do that?
Did I tell you
you could do that?
Check the P&L.
Both trades made money.
(SHOUTING) Did I tell you
that you could do that?
(OFFICE CHATTER QUIETENS)
Debrief. Now.
(CHATTER RESUMES)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
-How was the New Forest?
-ERIC: Sit down.
Did you see Felim?
HARPER: Yes.
He really appreciated
the Italy steer.
But he's not coming back.
(SHOUTS) Fuck!
(QUIETLY)
It's all right. it's fine.
Shot in the dark.
It's gonna be very hard
to get us all paid without him.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
I think I fucked up.
Daria was at the meeting
with Felim.
What does she know?
I had to...
I had to tell her that Felim
left for personal reasons.
ERIC: What does that mean?
Because of you.
ERIC:
I heard whispers at the offsite
Sara wants me gone.
Did Daria tell you that?
What do you think
you've just done
to move the dial
on their fucking agenda?
Do you think either of them...
would protect you like I have?
Brought you over here.
I told you I couldn't be
more grateful.
What do you think
your gratitude's worth to me
if you can't keep
your fucking word?
I was the only one...
willing to ignore
your non-target background,
pull you out of... wherever...
and give you the success
that might, let's say,
excuse your personality,
the massive fucking chip
on your shoulder.
You see how
I carefully elided the fact
that you're also a fucking liar?
Or is that how you
sustain the delusion
that you
actually belong here?
(SNIFFLING)
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
Can I go?
Can you let me out?
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(PHONES RINGING)
(SOBS)
(PANTING)
(GASPING)
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY) ♪
-Oh, Kaspar, getting you
in front of this Italy thing
better get us paid.
KASPAR: When was the last time
you came to Amsterdam
-and didn't make commission?
-(CHUCKLES)
USMAN ABBOUD: Thank you
for your service, Robert.
London soon.
-I look forward to it.
-Uh, as do I.
-(USMAN CHUCKLES)
-As do I. As ever.
KASPAR:
Pierpoint always have you
the right side of the trade.
GREG: He's paid to party.
He's probably miserable.
Hopefully, anyway.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
CLEMENT: Remember...
it's only an addiction
if you can't afford it.
GREG: Yeah, blue horsecock
loves anacott steel.
No, it's a reference to...
Doesn't matter.
(PHONES RINGING)
Good luck tonight.
I heard you're meeting
that new fund out of Brevan.
-I do my homework.
-Thanks.
DARIA: Piece of advice...
If you sit there
like window dressing,
it's hard to come back.
The quicker you open your mouth,
the quicker they know
you're an actual human being
on top of everything else.
(WATER RUNNING)
-Hey.
(WATER STOPS RUNNING)
KENNY KILBANE: The referendum's
coming up...
When has Kenny ever been wrong?
He's fucking crazy.
Italians love them,
and they're all crazy, right?
ERIC: Rishi!
Skellington are buying euros!
RISHI: Yeah, on it.
THEO: (OVER LOUDSPEAKER)
Italian PM adopts
conciliatory tone
in first public address.
No referendum on EU membership.
Euro dollar's
incredibly well bid...
(ALL CLAMORING)
-MAN 1: They've woken up?
-MAN 2: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Take them!
DARIA: Hey, are you okay?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS) ♪
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(DISHES CLINKING)
♪ (MELLOW PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
KENNY: I took the liberty.
Uh, they'll be here
in a half an hour.
Okay. (CHUCKLES)
♪ (PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
I'm not very good at apologies.
(CHUCKLES)
I know that sometimes
I can be a bit coarse,
-a bit hard on the desk.
-(CHUCKLES)
KENNY: I don't want to treat you
like you're special or anything,
so I'm trying to treat you
how I was treated.
That's why I-- I thought that
article was so fucking...
It-- It's not an exposé.
People know
what they're joining.
S-- Sorry, I-- I'm not
being very clear, but--
No, I get it. Um...
It's very hard to stop,
you know, learned behavior.
-There's a hierarchy.
-Yeah, I completely understand.
(CHUCKLES)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
(YASMIN CLEARS THROAT)
If I'm honest, I get properly
nervous before these.
I guess that's why we do
these things over drinks.
Yeah. They've never
been easy for me.
I don't really feel
very comfortable
around certain types, you know,
people who things come easy to.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm not saying that that's you.
-(YASMIN CHUCKLES)
-I know...
when I was hammered, I said
some unforgivable things.
YASMIN: Yeah, you did.
But it's-- it's okay. Honestly,
don't worry about it. (CHUCKLES)
Trust me, I felt fucking crushed
the next morning.
It's a good lubricator.
It makes everything a bit--
-Brighter?
-Yeah.
-YASMIN: Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
-(CHUCKLES) Warm.
I'm from a long line
of pissheads.
Being Irish, it's not
a necessity to be a drunk, but--
It's not an obstacle either.
-No. (LAUGHS)
-(LAUGHS)
-(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
-Sorry.
What does your boyfriend do?
Media.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(PEOPLE CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)
So, what sort of sales coverage
do you prefer?
Hands on? Hands off?
We don't really like
incoming calls but, uh,
I like someone who always
picks up when I call.
(SLURRING) I quite like this.
It's full bodied. (CHUCKLES)
Hmm.
Yasmin did a terrific job
getting us face-to-face.
It's good to know that
an expensive social education
actually pays off.
(LAUGHS UNEASILY)
It certainly did.
I think it's okay to be
a bit narpy sometimes.
(CHUCKLES)
Not A Real Person.
N-A-R-P. Narp.
Just something we say.
Like, uh,
London's best worst people.
-Just a funny thing.
-(LAUGHS)
So, you two close then?
How would you describe it?
He's like a big brother.
(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS) Is that how
you would describe it?
Yeah. And I'm very protective.
KENNY: Hmm.
It's the only client meeting
I've ever had on a Friday night,
so I am curious. (CHUCKLES)
And if her dad
wasn't in publishing,
I'd have guessed he helped
get you that job at Brevan.
Well, actually he is
pretty close to Alan,
-so it didn't hurt.
-(CHUCKLES)
But I guess we just play
with the hand we're dealt.
(DINERS TALKING AND LAUGHING)
Nightcap?
Um... We defer to you, Yasmin.
I could do one more,
if you could. (CHUCKLES)
It is a Friday.
The only place open around here
at this time are the 'rippers.
Table girls. Bit of
old-school nostalgia, hmm?
(CHUCKLES) I actually know
a late bar around here.
Um, it has got girls,
but in a more sort of kitsch,
tacky, ironic kind of way.
Um...
But it does have
flaming Ferraris,
if you want nostalgia.
(CHUCKLES)
-(CLEARS THROAT)
-♪ (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
There we go. Some drinks
for the lads,
-and the little lady.
-Thank you, Kenny.
(IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH)
Are you talking about me?
(IN SPANISH)
(IN ENGLISH)
No, no. We're just setting up
an official meeting
further down the line.
(IN SPANISH)
(LAUGHS) Tell him
if he's talking about me,
I want to fucking know!
We're not. He's not. Um--
We'll use our own cards,
so we'll be fine. (CHUCKLES)
Dance?
Fifty private, twenty here.
Now we are talking!
We could all get one. Might be
a laugh. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Yeah, ladies first, Yas.
There's a salmon.
You keep the change, love.
Well, go on, it'll be a laugh.
I'm next.
♪ ("OOOO" BY IAMDDB PLAYING) ♪
Yeah, whatever.
I mean, it's Friday.
KENNY: (LAUGHS)
That's my girl, Yas.
♪ Put that bitch in the soil
Cocaina in the foil ♪
(KENNY LAUGHING)
♪ Take your bitch
I'ma suck her in yeyo ♪
♪ Another mil
Another Quelo... ♪
(KENNY) Oh! There we go!
Yes, Yas.
♪ Money and power and bitches ♪
♪ I don't give a fuck
You on my hit list ♪
♪ Take your bitch
Take your wife ♪
♪ Take your business
Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Like who this little nigga
Pushin' way up? ♪
♪ I got mils to make you prices
You can't pay up ♪
♪ Like oooh
Collecting on my paychecks ♪
♪ Like oooh, I can see you
Through my Ray-Bans ♪
♪ Like oooh ♪
♪ You think, you think
I'm thinking 'bout you ♪
♪ DDB could kill you once
But I'ma kill you twice, yeah ♪
♪ (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY) ♪
I've never seen you
this affectionate.
You miss the pretty dick?
(HARPER SIGHS)
(LAUGHS)
(GROANS, KISSES)
-Yo, you got another...
-TODD: What's up?
-Where did you get that?
-Thirsty Thursdays. (CHUCKLES)
HARPER: Are you joking?
What the fuck? What if
somebody goes looking for that?
Or what if the club
calls the police or the bank?
What? You're fucking paranoid.
People lose shit
in the club all the time.
-No. These are my clients.
-"My clients."
You put your white voice on
when you're around those people.
Do you know what the fuck
you look like on CCTV in there?
You know what you look like
on CCTV in there?
Wow. You never think
of the consequences. You never--
And you blame everyone
for fucking up college
but yourself.
What are you doing here?
Harper, I'm sorry.
I-- I didn't mean that.
HARPER: Get out of my room!
Just leave, get out.
Listen we needed that.
Now we can--
HARPER: Get out!
-Get out! Get out of my room!
-Harper. Harper--
HARPER: Get this shit off you.
You look fucking ridiculous!
Get out!
You're not
thinking straight again, H.
♪ ("STICKY LEAVES"
BY LINYING PLAYING) ♪
(CLICKS TONGUE) Man, whatever.
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ To wait and see ♪
They should've never gave
y'all niggas money!
♪ I'm seeing it quiver
From below ♪
♪ Below the leaves ♪
♪ For every wreck
I still believe ♪
♪ In the greatest life
And the stickiest leaves... ♪
The favoritism he shows her
is so pathetic.
I mean, I execute,
I help his bottom line,
then he goes and has
another one of his little
private moments with her?
Their story is so fucking noble.
It's like, what's the point
of me even being here?
♪ Enough, go along... ♪
CAM GIRL: Are you there?
CAM GIRL:
Sebastian? Sebastian?
I'm still charging you,
baby boy.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(SEB COUGHS)
(GRUNTING)
♪ For every wreck
I still believe ♪
♪ In the greatest life
And the stickiest leaves ♪
♪ And I ♪
(SIGHS)
♪ You say it
In a foreign tongue ♪
♪ But you don't know a thing
About the things I've done... ♪
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(DOOR OPENS)
Can I get in with you?
HARPER: Sure.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(SIGHS)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(SIGHS)
-Today was...
-(HARPER GROANS SOFTLY)
I'm so tired.
♪ (SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CLEARS THROAT)
YASMIN: "I knew if I left,
a part of me would stay.
But I knew if I stayed,
part of me would leave forever.
I decided that was
the more precious part."
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
♪ (MUSIC FADES OUT) ♪