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Sir, Hartwell's hedge is the wrong way round. If we call them back today before-

Shut up and bend over!

He can talk while I'm in him. Can't you see, Alice? Go on, pitch!

Right, the week. Danvis?

Up 40 grand on the week. Most of it Monday. Quiet since.

Quiet isn't a plan. Adam, the Northbridge trades?

Two still haven't settled, sir. Their back office says Friday.

Tell them Thursday or we stop trading with them.

Yes, sir.

Garrow, your book?

Race fell again.

Something's up, though.

Compliance want everyone's training done by Friday.

As of this morning, nobody has done it.

Is that the one with the video?

It's the one with the video.

That's 40 minutes, that.

Then start it tonight.

Last item. We lost two clients this month.

I want a new idea from each of you by Friday. Anybody now?

Hartwell. They're covered for rates going up and rates are coming down.

When they see it, they'll want out and we sell them the right one.

That's 50. Maybe.

60! It could be 60!

Call them tonight. I'll ring them tonight.

Anything else?

Garrow?

Nearly done.

Oh, thank you, everyone.

Does it talk back?

It talks all day. It thinks it's going to pass.

Adam, I'm right here.

Garrow says I should have a go.

Adam, what happened?

They're watching, Tommy. Just get on the seat, please.

Garrow says I can sit in with Jez on Hartwell tonight.

Me. My first Robbier one.

That's my trade.

Not anymore.

Oh.

Make us a round of tea, will you?

That dick.

61,000 overnight. Well done.

Thank you.

Sir, Hartwell was my trade.

Hartwell's my client, Tommy.

You shouldn't have been fucking around all week.

This lift. Every night.

Mr. Garrow, my keeper's waiting downstairs.

Then he'll wait on the floor, Charlis.

Going down.

We'll get the next one.

Louder, Tommy. Your keeper can't hear you.

Next one, Charlis.

Gentlemen, come in. Coffee? I hear you had a good night on Hartwood.

Tommy Barnes. I'm on placement at Bramfield Lambert.

I put the Hartwell idea together.

Don't shake his hand, Nash. You don't know where it's been.

Bend over, Charlis. Show Nash's lads what you're good for.

Your office has a chalice. Maybe we should get our own.

So, Hartsdale, that's mine. 61 overnight.

The one we booked never makes this much noise.

Yeah, this one's new.

We'd like a slice of the next deal.

I'll ring you first.

Good boy.

It's 11 o'clock, Mr. Barnes.

I know, sir. Nearly done.

Go home. Your keeper's been sitting in reception since six.

Can I ask you something, sir? Why did you take a chalice on? Nobody else would.

We lost my wife in the quickening. She was making tea when it happened.

Inside a year, men were going dark. Your lot hold it back.

So when the registry asked who'd take one on, I said yes.

I'm sorry, sir.

Chalice. Here.

That's Pip, from the Munster. You've seen my son.

Our cages were next to each other.

Where?

The Munster, where chalices meet every Sunday to service men.

I've been looking for him since the Magisterium took him.

What happened?

He just finished his apprenticeship. A mechanic. I was there to take him for a drink.

By decree of the Magisterium,

Philip Garrah is assigned to the chalice program with immediate effect.

He's my son!

He never applied! He never applied for this!

Dad. Dad, it's all right.

This spring, they moved him to Marrowgate, the prison.

I went there the day I found out.

I'm his father. I'll sign for him. I'll sign anything you want.

He's on a Magisterium order, not a sentence, Mr Garrett.

No keeper signs him out. Not family, not anyone.

For how long?

He won't be released, Mr Garrett. Not ever.

I couldn't stop him. I think about it every day.

I'm disappointed, Mr Barnes. You didn't hit your 50,000 target.

Yes, sir.

Despite you failing your trial, you'll stay on here as the floor's chalice. Unpaid.

Thank you, sir, but no. I'd like to go home.

It isn't optional. We have a lot of high-level clients, Mr Barnes.

You'll present your hole to any of them who needs to come.

I want to see you under the table sucking their dicks, or we'll put you in time-out.

Time-out, sir?

A frame in the lobby. You're locked in it all weekend for anyone who walks in.

Have you really seen my son?

In the cages at the testing centre. He was in the one next to mine.

And at the muster in the spring. They call him Pip.

Can you help me get him out?