01x05 - Learned Behaviour

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♪ ("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 f*cking room.

Seb, be careful!

I just changed these for winter.

-They're Santorini.

-Have you been nourishing it?

What do you mean

f*cking nourishing it, Seb?

-It's a f*cking 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 b*at 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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, f*ck!

♪ ("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)

(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:

f*ck, 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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*cking laughed.

Yeah, can someone make

an introduction?

-This looks sizable. Kenny?

-How can you work here

and write something

so f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*cked 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 n*gga

to, like, actual n*gga.

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 att*ck. (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 att*ck.

You need to talk to somebody

about your brother, dude.

Yeah, f*ck 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 f*ck 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 b*rned

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) f*ck!

(QUIETLY)

It's all right. it's fine.

sh*t in the dark.

It's gonna be very hard

to get us all paid without him.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

I think I f*cked 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking chip

on your shoulder.

You see how

I carefully elided the fact

that you're also a f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking...

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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 b*tches ♪

♪ I don't give a f*ck

You on my hit list ♪

♪ Take your bitch

Take your wife ♪

♪ Take your business

Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Like who this little n*gga

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 k*ll you once

But I'ma k*ll you twice, yeah ♪

♪ (MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY) ♪

I've never seen you

this affectionate.

You miss the pretty d*ck?

(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 f*ck? What if

somebody goes looking for that?

Or what if the club

calls the police or the bank?

What? You're f*cking paranoid.

People lose sh*t

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 f*ck

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 f*cking 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 sh*t off you.

You look f*cking 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 n*gg*s 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 f*cking 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) ♪