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(Транскрибировано с помощью TurboScribe. Обновить до Неограниченного, чтобы убрать это сообщение.) I'll come back at six to get you.

Six?

And don't let them make you do the tea.

Morning. Tommy Barnes. It's the first day of my trial. On the trading desk.

Barnes. Someone will come down.

You're the placement. Adam. I'm a junior on the desk. I make the tea, mostly.

I've been told not to make the tea.

Then you're already doing better than me.

That's Garrard. Biggest book on the floor.

Jez. Danvers. Lads, this is Tommy. He's on placement.

Does Pell know it's a challum?

Yes, I'm aware.

Mr. Barnes. I was reluctant to let a chalice in the office.

My men don't need the distraction.

Nevertheless, bring fifty thousand into this desk by Friday and you'll pass your trial.

Fifty thousand. Yes, sir.

You'll use Adam's login. You don't get your own.

Fiverr says it spends more time on its back than at a desk.

Tenner says it lasts till lunch.

Interest rates fell again overnight.

Garrett, your book loses when they fall, so watch it.

Jez, you've got Fairburn at ten.

Come to the photocopier room after the meeting.

Now, chalice.

Ooh.

Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

It's not jammed again, is it?

Oh, Jez.

Could you be quick? I've got work to do.

Hear that? He's got work to do.

Haven't we all?

Is it jammed again?

Use the one on four.

Clean yourself up.

You left the meeting, Mr Barnes.

Sorry, sir. I was...

Adam. Hartwell. They're one of ours, yeah?

Jez, biggest client. Why?

They've paid to be covered if interest rates go up.

Rates are going down. They've bought the wrong thing.

I'm going to give them a call and sell them PT,

and I'll hit my 50 grand target easy.

Honestly? Pearl would love that. Go on, then.

Ten minutes. I just need to run the numbers.

Tommy, can I borrow you? Won't take long.

Oh!

Wow.

Morning, Mr Hartwell. Jez Merritt.

I've had a thought about your cover.

Give me ten minutes. I'm in the middle of something.

That was my trade.

Cheers, Tommy.

That was two hours' work.

Spurs. Every year I say never again.

Same, mate. Every year.

He's all right, this one.

Not at the table, Tommy. Under it.

So what's his target?

50 grand by Friday.

He'll be fine. Look how hard he's working.

Is he any good, though, at the job?

Who cares? He's good with his mouth.

Pass the salt to him.

Stay down there until we're done.

Sell it. All of it. I don't care what it costs.

Chalice. Here.

Two minutes. I've nearly got it.

Tenner says you can't get him louder than the bell.

Done.

My seat's still open. Shut up!

I'm down 60 grand.

Bit early to be celebrating, Garrett.

Argh!

Fair enough.

Mr Hartwell, good morning.

It's Tommy Barnes at Bramwell Lambert.

It's about your hedge.

Sorry, mate. Won't be long.

Oh.

Your hedge is the wrong way round, sir, and if you...

If you... If you...

...around it.

Cheers, mate.