All language subtitles for Industry s01e01_English

ERIC TAO:
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...

I've never seen anyone
put their IQ on a CV before.

How many of these have you had?

Nine. Four in New York,
four here, and a Skype.

Why are you here, then?

Well, it's not a very
political answer, but...

I think mediocrity
is too well-hidden

by parents
who hire private tutors.

I am here on my own.

I want to be able
to explain myself clearly,

um, and have people
be receptive to my ideas.

Is that how you get
your validation?

People listening to you?

As opposed to, uh...?

ERIC: Every successful business

is full of people
who've spent money

nurturing unremarkable talent.

GREG GRAYSON:
Why did you read Geography?

Geography had the least amount
of applicants the year before.

You know, it's a marginal game
about marginal gains.

Nothing wrong
with the back door.

I played third fiddle to two
figures in my mother's life,

Jesus Christ
and Margaret Thatcher.

And where do you stand on them?

One's the reason we're all here,
and the other's a carpenter.

I think this is the closest
thing to a meritocracy there is.

And I only ever want
to be judged

on the strength of my abilities.

And paid for it.

I guess.

I didn't realize
that we recruited

from SUNY Binghamton.

It's a nontarget.

LUCINDA YOUNG:
Can you tell us a joke?

Uh, ye-- yeah.

Uh, it's a bit for work,
um, or whatever.

You know how many mountains
I'd have to move

to get you to London for good?

♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
-(PHONES RINGING)

You don't look sure
how to navigate that.

ANNOUNCER: (OVER P.A.)
Would this year's
graduate class please assemble

in the second-floor auditorium
for your week-three induction.

You ready to be indoctrinated?

See you down there.

Sure I can't get you anything?

GREG: Uh, yeah, Robert,

I've been meaning to ask,
actually.

Um, did someone
very close to you die?

RISHI RAMDANI:
It's a very dark suit.

I'm sorry for your loss,
but have you left the, uh,

label on your sleeve
there as well? Wow!

Yeah, it's new.

Yeah, you look like
regional nightclub security.

RISHI: Stag do security.

Actually, let me just--

-Oh!
-Let me just do that for you,

before you embarrass yourself
in front of your peers.

You see, what you've done there
is actually erect a billboard

-to how gauche you are.
-Yeah, nice one. (CHUCKLES)

Uh, Robert wears Ted Baker,
ladies and gentlemen!

-Whoo!
-Just so you know!

-I think you look great.
-Thanks.

GREG:
The Undertaker, Attitude Era!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Doors opening.

Hi.

Um, I think we met
at the drinks?

I don't think that was me.

Okay.

-It's cool. Free bar.
-(CHUCKLES)

I'm Yasmin from FX sales.

I think we work on
the same floor.

Harper, CPS team.

He works on my team.
He's a whole snacc.

If you're into that kinda thing,
I guess. (CHUCKLES)

SARA DHADWAL:
Welcome, graduates.

Young people are our capital.

Graduates are our capital.

And while it's my pleasure
to congratulate you

on this placement,

the work to stay here
starts now.

Which senior vouches for you,

the impression that you make
on clients,

will all be evaluated.

In six months' time,
on RIF day--

that's Reduction in Force--
you'll be standing in this room,

telling all of us...

why you should be hired
permanently to your desk.

Pierpoint is the world's

preeminent
financial services institution.

We expect you to behave
like you have a stake in it.

Act like an owner.
Enrich your clients, enrich us,

enrich yourselves.

So, look at the guy
or gal next to you.

Really look. Do you think
you're better than them?

Maybe you are.

But half of you won't be here
in six months.

Just make yourselves
indispensable.

♪ (MUSIC ENDS) ♪

YASMIN KARA-HANANI: Extra dirty
chai with a scoop of whey.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

YASMIN: Skinny latte.

WOMAN:
...whatever he tells you to do.

Is there anything
you want looking at?

DARIA GREENOCK:
We were on his catamaran,

and then the guide
caught some grouper

and fried it
on the side of the boat.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, it was beautiful.

Hey, ask Rishi for the level
of one year, one year, euro swap

in 500k DV01.

RISHI: They don't call me
promiscuous...

-Rishi.
-ERIC: Today, please.

-Rishi?
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Can you send--
-Relax.

It's not an auction house.

I've just sent out my runs.
They're on your Bloomie.

You can sit down now.

ERIC: I was talking
to Felim at Fenmarsh.

He's impressed with that US tail
risk work you did for him.

He sent me an email
to say thanks.

Sorry, I didn't want
to clog your inbox.

Don't apologize. Just remember
to talk your book here,

or people will miss it.

We want to get you printing
business as soon as possible.

Oh, Harper. Harper.

-Hi.
-HARPER STERN: Hey.

Sorry, just catch my breath.

-HARPER: Sure.
-Cycled in.

-Hmm.
-JUSTIN KLINEMAN: Uh...

Yes, uh, I still don't have
your university transcript.

I'm really sorry.
I will get on it.

Hmm. You said that last week.

Oh, Harper Stern, you're an
international candidate, right?

I'm still missing
your transcript.

I'm still waiting
on my college to send a copy.

They are notoriously slow.
(CHUCKLES)

We're moving out of
that gray area now,

where it's becoming a bit
of a problem for us,

and therefore a problem for you.
(CHUCKLES)

Sorry.
You may continue your quest.

-HARPER: Ah.
-For the loo.

-HARPER: Thank you.
-(LAUGHS)

-HARI DHAR: Harper.
-Hey.

Have you been home?

You're just, like,
never in your room,

and you're wearing an...
identical outfit to yesterday?

Uh, well, I'm logging
those nocturnal hours.

Trying to make
a good impression, you know?

Don't try to figure out

how much you get paid
by the hour in IBD,

because I will guarantee you
it is less than minimum wage.

Well, the way I see it,
I'm in the ivory tower upstairs,

you're down here on the floor
with the peasants.

-Nice.
-(HARPER CHUCKLES)

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(DARIA SIGHS)

(WATER RUNNING)

Well, for a minute, I thought
you were actually gonna talk.

You know, you've been here
for three weeks,

and you've barely said a word
to me.

I'm sorry.
I've just been underwater

backing up Eric's accounts.

DARIA:
I know we both work for Eric,

but I'm your line manager.

Has he asked you
to meet clients?

No. (CHUCKLES)
For sure not, no.

Well, I've got this dinner

tomorrow night
with Mallon Mercer.

Nicole Craig. It's a bit
of a one-way relationship,

but substantial to the firm.

It's a chance to increase
your visibility as a grad.

Do you want to tag along?

Yeah. Yes.

I'll look into her mandate.

Don't overthink it.

♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(GLASS BOTTLES JANGLING)

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

GUS SACKEY:
Are you that thirsty?

Well, you know, if you got
a 30 quid meal allowance,

like, why would you not
use all of it?

That's very naff.

How's your model?

(GROANS)
I'll finish it in the morning.

Send it over my way,
I've got capacity.

How do you have capacity?

-Brutal finance guy, innit?
-GUS: I don't know what that is.

HARI: You bouncing?

Hey, man. Hey. It's only 10:15.

No one here is actually
gonna tell you this,

but you need
to put in face time.

GUS: Actually, I don't.

Staying up all night doesn't
enhance my work.

Mate. Mate!

♪ ("CAN'T SEE YOUR FACE ANYMORE"
BY SWAN LINGO PLAYING) ♪

(ALARM RINGING)

(ALARM RINGING)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

-TODD BARBER:
Let me see your room.
-HARPER: My room?

-TODD: Yeah.
-Yeah, check it.

It's Pierpoint's
temp accommodation

-for out-of-towners.
-Mm-hmm. Okay, okay, okay.

-Looks crazy.
-(CHUCKLES)

How easy is it to get
them Ivy League niggas

to come home with you?

HARPER: I'm just here to work.

-It's only with you
that everything becomes sexual.
-(TODD LAUGHS)

TODD: So the only reason
you're calling me

is that you want
a fake transcript?

You must need it pretty bad.

You sure that's all you need?

HARPER: Why?
What else would I want?

TODD: What are you offering?

Did you get a job yet, Todd?

Nah, I did some unpaid shit.

It's hard to make money
off your passion.

You know,
unless your passion's... money.

HARPER: Fuck you.

TODD: (LAUGHS) Okay,
but if I can make your bank

think you graduated,
what's that worth to you?

HARPER: What, you didn't get
to fuck tonight? Is that it?

TODD: (LAUGHS) I mean...
(SINGING) ♪ If you need dick ♪

BOTH: (SINGING)
♪ I got you ♪

-(HARPER LAUGHS)
-(TODD LAUGHS)

♪ ("DINNER"
BY BLOOD ORANGE PLAYING) ♪

♪ I'm losing ♪

♪ I'll do anything I can... ♪

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GIGGLES)

TODD: Ass up.
What that ass do?

♪ Never had a doubt I'm losing ♪

♪ I'll do anything I can ♪

♪ To make sure that
You are never happy ♪

♪ Oh, love
Oh, no ♪

♪ Never had a doubt I'm los-- ♪

-(LAPTOP CHIMES)
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪

GREG: You don't listen to what
Daddy says. He's going to--

Just ignore it.

RISHI: This morning meeting's
about to start, mate.

GREG: If-- if what Daddy said
actually affected you,

then you wouldn't still be
on the phone now.

-Why have you changed the WACC?
-The DCF was coming out too low.

LUCINDA:
Well, how does it compare
to the transaction comps?

These pre-profit unicorns
trade on crazy multiples.

Eight times, nine times.

Less a liquidity discount,
we'd be just over the DCF.

All right, fantastic.

What's that?

That's my model.

LUCINDA: Why are you
doing the model?
Gus is doing the model.

I had capacity.
I just wanted to get ahead.

Hari, I told you to do
the pitchbook,

so do
the fucking pitchbook, okay?

HungerFix want to optimize
delivery speed,

so they're looking at mid-caps
with best-in-class GPS tech.

Clear comps.
Deliveroo, Uber Eats...

I've found something
with good sat-nav IP.

-They're quite small--
-Don't fucking fish!

Stick to the formatting.

And for fuck sake, make sure
the font's Helvetica 12

or the MD will freak.

And I might have to take one
of you into the pitch.

I'll lead, but it'll be good
for your visibility.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Why are you doing my model?
-Mate, it's the team's work.

GUS: No, it's my work.

It's not my fault you feel
the need to keep score.

I don't.

So, I'm guessing last night
was Boisdale?

Boisdale. Five Hertford,
and then, inevitably, Annabel's.

The triumvirate.

Like the embrace
of an old friend.

(LAUGHING)

Right. Okay, um...
So, I've published a piece

looking back
at the decade post-crisis.

Three stages. Housing,
2007 to 2009--

How are we supposed to monetize
what's in the rear-view mirror?

Well, um...

CLEMENT COWAN:
Any new buy recommendations?

Still overweight
with a preference for the US.

Even with margins and
valuations at all-time highs?

Why bother publishing if
there are no material changes?

Well, I suppose Kaspar can pay
for my personality.

Well, you can read my note
out loud to him if you'd like.

CLEMENT: It's not exactly
commercial, is it?

Once again,
the research team excel

in wasting salespeople's time.

GREG: Oh, another walkout.

YASMIN: So, it's one cob
with bacon, no Stilton,

and the other one without--
No, no, no, wait. Sorry.

The first one I need with bacon.
Um, thank you. And, uh-- Oh.

Sorry, I specifically said,
"No dressing."

♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

Keeping the cattle fed
and watered?

ERIC: My first proper dinner
was with Philippe Jabre.

You know, from hedge funds?
He's famous.

Dozen of us at Nobu,
pre-08 Nobu.

I had gastroenteritis.

(CHUCKLES)
Threw up at the table.

Jabre said it was the first
interesting thing

to come out of my mouth
all night.

That's only half true.

But he still called.

I still printed his business.

That's the bar.

Don't let Daria tell you
it's just dinner.

HARPER: I'll work on a pitch.

RISHI:
Which grad do you have to bully

-to get a fucking sanger?
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)

ERIC:
Felim, how was Capri?

-You need to get out of here.
-Why?

You've only left the building
once in the last 48 hours.

It's automatically red flagged
by your ID card.

I don't want to know
where you've been sleeping,

but optically, I need you
to walk out of the office,

tap your card out, do whatever,
then come back.

-No more red flag.
-Okay. Sorry.

You're not in trouble.

I appreciate how you're meeting
the needs of the business.

-(SOFTLY) Oh... Thanks.
-(BOTTLES JANGLING)

Get rid of
the fucking water, yeah?

(SIGHS) And don't take the piss.

♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

GUS: Go grab a pint.

I might come find you
when the work's done.

(BOTTLES JANGLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

No rest for the wicked.
(CHUCKLES)

NICOLE CRAIG: (IN VIDEO)
Women of power

seem to like to withhold
sunlight from women coming up.

It's not cool.
We can't be doing that.

The success...

-♪ (POP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You're a bit of a masochist.

-Excuse me?
-Negging Clement in the meeting.

I spent months writing something

for the fucking salesmen
to parrot over the phone,

and Clement doesn't even have
the humility to listen

for five fucking minutes.

Yeah,
but his war stories though.

He's a fucking dinosaur.

It took two years for him to say
"good morning" to me.

He's never going
to speak to you.

Yeah, all right, mate. Whatever.

I'm just saying, don't think

that a guy like that's
gonna protect you on RIF.

Clement, he's-- he's got Kaspar,
that's one fucking account,

and yeah, it's-- it's big,

but the only way to guarantee
you survive is to say,

"I am an originator.
I won new business."

I remember
I was with, um, Adrian.

Come on, what did this place
used to be called?

It's, uh, come on,
it used to have

some really awful
single syllable name

like "Stunt,"
or something like that.

Looked like
a fucking building site.

So, um, does she have a--
does she have an "ON" button?

(DARIA CHUCKLES)

(IMITATES BUZZER SOUND, LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Uh, I was looking into

-the business you did with--
-Right. Uh, priorities.

Shall we get some wine

that doesn't taste
like paint thinner?

-Abso-fucking-lutely.
-(LAUGHS) Yeah.

NICOLE: Okay, what do we have?

♪ (LOUD MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Do you, uh, do you know Gus?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I live with him.
I lived with him at uni.

Oh, uh, we-- we sort of
lost touch while he was there.

I went to school with him.
With all those guys.

ROBERT SPEARING:
Surprised it took you that long
to mention Eton.

Two years above.
"House Captain," he said.

(LAUGHS)

I know a lot about you two.

Yeah.

Catch you later.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

NICOLE: Saying
"Everything's gonna be okay"
over and over

doesn't stop your house
burning down around you,
does it?

Eventually we shall be
eating our pets.

Well, if that's your philosophy,
you could trade it.

Hmm, extremely reasonable
at twice the price.

I'm-- I'm being sarcastic.
It's is reassuringly expensive.

Buy an option on the US ten year
at four percent.

(SCOFFS)
Yields haven't been there

since before you were born.

Actually,
since the early aughts.

Were you even sentient then?

DARIA: Sorry, Nicole,
graduates don't normally pitch.

NICOLE: Fuck that, let her talk.

With the president
bulldozing the reputation

of the US overseas, you know,

for me, it follows that...

the administration will totally
kill the rep of treasuries.

And pissing in China's mouth
isn't gonna help.

Exactly. Personally?

I just think we're due
an enormous selloff.

We're low key throwing ourselves
in cold wars

with all
of our trading partners.

China are the biggest
global holder of US paper.

If they start dumping, yields
will soar past four percent.

If you think the house
is burning down,

this is how you monetize it.

(STAMMERS) Bearish people
lose money in this market.

Yeah, but the world's
pregnant with tail risk.

Right, and this is a play
for the end.

(INHALES) Who wants
another drink, anyone?

DARIA: (GROANS) My PT hates it
when I'm hungover.

We are gonna have to love you
and leave you, I'm afraid.

-As hard as that is.
-Right, well, I won't get up.

Fine for you to piss off
to bed,

but I'll let Harper
finish her thoughts, yeah?

DARIA: Right.

Nicole.

Harper. Pick up the bill.

Mikey, you should be fresh
in the morning.

Yeah,
I'll be the responsible one.

(SIGHS) Uh, here is my card.

Thank you.

So, I can write up an email--

I don't think
you're a saleswoman.

That's a compliment.

Salespeople sell... certainty.

Ah, lovely.

(WHISPERING) What a life.

(NICOLE CHUCKLES)

Got us an Uber.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ROBERT: There's two times surge.

You pay twice as much
to go home

and have half the fun.
(CHUCKLES)

Wipe your fucking nose.

It only takes two pints,
doesn't it?

All the Outreach guys together,
of course.

-It's a scheme for--
-Diversity hires, I know.

Gus thinks he's above all that.

-I resent your friendship.
-Good. You're staying out.

Yeah, I'm not sure I can be seen
fraternizing with you two.

ROBERT: I'm sober as a judge.

-Get in the car, man. Go home.
-Don't push me.

GUS:
Try not to throw up in there.

Yeah, mate, Pierpoint.

Take him home, please.
Destination's in.

♪ (QUIET MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

I can write up that option idea
for you in the morning.

If you want.

Okay.

-Can I come a bit closer?
-(LAUGHS)

NICOLE: I'm so tired.

(NICOLE SIGHS)

(NICOLE SIGHS)

He can drop you anywhere.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

(CAR KEYS JANGLING)

Sou-- Southwark.

-(CAR DOOR CLOSING)
-(HARI SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(MUFFLED ARGUING)

HARI: It's not my house.

-(DRIVER SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
-HARI: It's not my house!

My house doesn't have balconies.

DRIVER: It's what you put
in the system, mate.

(GROANING) No, no, no.
No, no, no. I'm-- I'm fine.

Dude, if I leave you alone,

you're gonna choke
on your own vomit.

-Ten minutes, ten minutes.
-(CHUCKLES) Yeah, okay.

How's IBD? You're out early.

Uh...

Yeah, I don't know, I think...

I think
they treat me differently.

Like I went to state school,
and...

they-- they-- they even
talk to me differently.

This guy on my desk, Gus,

I feel like he makes it
his personal business...

trying to make me feel like
I'm unworthy of it or something.

He sounds like
a fucking asshole. (CHUCKLES)

This weird thing happened
at dinner with this woman.

A client.

That's good. You're doing
dinners with clients already.

HARPER: Yeah.
Daria, my line manager,

just invited me
out of the blue. (CHUCKLES)

It went really well.

And the-- the client,
she gave me a ride home,

and...

she sort of...

touched me...

and she's a woman, you know?

But I don't know,
it was still kind of...

weird.

I thought she bit on an idea,

but she won't want
to deal with me now.

There's no way that it could get
back to Pierpoint, right?

Hari?

♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(SIGHS)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

GREG: Does anybody know
what day of the week it is?

Rishi, you'll love this...

So, how did the rest
of the dinner go last night?

Yeah, it was fun.

You know, I've never actually
seen someone

successfully hold
Nicole's attention.

She's a notoriously
hard nut to crack.

Have you followed up?

HARPER: I'm not really sure
I'm comfortable

calling clients yet.

-I'll send an email.
-Cool.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(PHONES RINGING)

You rested?

HungerFix have changed the time.
They're in at nine tomorrow,

and their COO is autistic.

No, I'm not being snide,
she has autism.

And levelling with you,
she's also a bit of a cunt.

Those things are unrelated.

Speed and clarity.
Gus, how's the model?

I'll be done turning comments
by tonight.

(SIGHS) We need to get the book
to the printers by 6:00 a.m.

Don't stay up all night,
but tell me that's doable.

I like you two a lot.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi. Robert?

Uh, I've noticed that, uh, rates
and FX and all the other teams

start their meeting pre-open.
When does the CPS one start?

Um, oh, it--
it changes day to day.

Eric's not usually in it,
so it's Clement's call.

Well, um, I'd like it to run
from seven from now on,

starting tomorrow.

Can you just
round everyone up for me?

Seven on the dot. Hmm?

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Seven? If I was a father,

that would seriously fuck
with my morning. (SCOFFS)

(CHUCKLES)

Anyone up for
an after work bevvie?

Thursday night sharpener?

-What, a few looseners?
-ROBERT: Yeah, you fancy it?

-What, to take the edge off?
-Yeah.

No, mate. And get a new suit.
You look like fucking Neo.

MAN: I am doing anything else.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Surely I can drag you out?

By my braids?

Maybe next time.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I guess we're the only people
that like to have fun
around here.

(BOTTLES JANGLING)

♪ ("DO IT WITHOUT YOU"
BY JACQUES GREENE PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING LOUDLY) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(KEYS JANGLING)

Is that packet?

K. We're going vegan tonight.

See, I gotta be up really early.

Only if we go to bed.

(ROBERT SNIFFS)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES
OVER HEADPHONES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES LOUDLY) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES QUIETLY) ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES LOUDLY) ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ I do it without you
Whoo! ♪

♪ I do it without you ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES
OVER HEADPHONES) ♪

(HARI WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

(ANNIE SIGHS)

-(ANNIE MOANING)
-(ROBERT PANTING)

(LAUGHS)

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

-(CLAPPING)
-Whoo!

(SHOUTS)

(LAUGHS)

♪ (QUIET MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(GAGS)

You're sound.

CLEMENT: There was dinner,
and then a party

for those people
who had the energy.

Well, I have never seen
so many lusted-after people

who were so utterly charmless,
and sexless.

They were without charm and sex.

-Clement, we've heard this one.
-(LAUGHS)

I wanna hear the rest.

Excuse me?

Um...

Sorry, um...

Sorry, m-- my head's a blur.

You know, when two big nights
catch up with you?

Uh-huh. And, uh,
who were you entertaining?

Which client?

Um, sorry...

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Get us a new phone?

Hari? You're in the meeting
with me. Well done.

Gus, I hope you don't mind?

Well deserved.

One-nil to you.

Yeah, but you're not listening
to me. It's just one page.

I fucked up the font
on that one page.

Can you just reprint it?

The meeting's at 9:00 a.m.
You don't have--

(SPEAKING IN URDU)

Helvetica 12.

It looks fucking amateur!

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(EXHALES)

(EXHALES)

(BELT CLICKING)

Never seen a grown man
drop his trouser at a urinal?

(URINATING)

I saw a guy do it during
the Kobe earthquake, '95.

He had an arse like
an eight-year-old boy.

You know,
people seem to have forgotten

the more you enjoy sales,
the more money you make.

But if you're gonna
stay out all night,

iron the box lines
out of your shirt.

(BELT CLICKING)

(PANTS ZIP)

(SIGHS)

You're not here
to fix the lights.

Daria said the Mallon Mercer
meet went well.

-Monetize that shit.
-She sent an email.

ERIC: We don't hide
behind emails.

Get on the phone
and ask for the fucking order.

Rish! Will you shine my shoes?

RISHI: Fuck yourself, mate.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

-MAN: Yeah, I really don't know.
-(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

(INAUDIBLE)

(VOICES OVERLAPPING)

Come this way. Through there.

(INAUDIBLE)

SARA: Hari's death is
an unexpected tragedy.

The next 24 hours

and the way we respond to this
are defining.

Do not speak to the press.

I'd rather you didn't speak
to anyone outside of the office.

For now,

this is about respect.

There will be an inquiry
into the circumstances.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(TELEPHONE RINGING)

KENNY KILBANE:
Colin, you big wanker.

ERIC: I think it makes sense
to close your eyes

and let it happen.

Market seems maxed out
by policy,

but genuinely thinking
of correction, she's...

I-- I agree, I agree.

They're called scale tension
because they're pulling up.

Uh, HungerFix's flight
got cancelled.

They're in on Monday.

(INHALES)

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(TV HOST 1
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(LAUGHTER ON TV)

Do you...

want to talk about, you know?

(TV HOST 2
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Turn it up, mate.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

-(VACUUM HUMMING)
-(BOTTLES JANGLING)

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What the fuck are you doing?

MAN: If I'm sounding frustrated,
it's 'cause I am frustrated!

MAEVE: Apparently, he just
fucking died. Like, collapsed.

-YASMIN: It's fucking scary.
-MAEVE: Lesson is,

don't hire people
who really need the job.

YASMIN: What does that mean?

MAEVE: I mean, certain types
of people feel the need

to overcompensate,
because they feel inadequate.

-It's also bad for us.
-YASMIN: How do you mean?

MAEVE: Take the girl
with the nose ring.

Isn't it impossible to compete
with this girl's narrative?

I mean,
everything's aligned for her.

You know nothing about her.

Well, I know
she went to a shit uni,

and I know she's black.

And I know those things
are mutually exclusive, sure,

but together... tick, tick.

-YASMIN: You are fucking vile.
-(LAUGHS) Oh, come on.

It's just... realistic.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

(SOAP DISPENSER RATTLES)

(WATER RUNNING)

I'm so sorry, uh...

I was the less cunty one.
(CHUCKLES)

-(WATER STOPS)
-It's fine.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ERIC: It's not
the correct trade anyway.

When do I ever have you
on the wrong side of anything?

I know. Tragic.
All right, catch you later.

(BEEPS)

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(OFFICE CHATTER FADES)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(RINGING)

-NICOLE: Hello?
-Nicole, hi,

it's Harper from Pierpoint.

That option idea
we talked about?

NICOLE: It was a fun night.

Let's go for it in half a yard.

-HARPER: Rishi? Rishi?
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Rishi, I said
your fucking name, dude.

Can you price that option idea
we talked about, half yard?

No way. It's wingier
than the fucking lottery.

And how the hell have you
got someone to buy an option

on treasury yields
hitting four percent?

I told her that eventually
the US is going to war

in the South China Sea.
When they do, this pays out.

(SMACKS LIPS) All right.
Can do it in half her amount.

Nicole, can we do half?

NICOLE: No.
You want to write my business,

you fill me on my first order.

-In full.
-Two secs.

-Need it in full, can you help?
-No fucking way.

I can't price it
without losing money.

-That's half a billion.
-The client will not hear "no,"

and I'm not interested
in that either.

Offer is five beeps.

-Offer is five basis points.
-NICOLE: Too high.

I'll pay four cents
in up to 250.

-Work the balance with you.
-Can't do five. Four, please.

If they're paying for your idea,
make them fucking pay.

Four cents.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

Four cents.

Because I'm excellent,
four cents.

Do I just say, "Done"?

-"Half a yard done, four cents."
-Half a yard done, four cents.

NICOLE:
Let's see where this takes us.

-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
-(OFFICE CHATTER RESUMES)

(CHUCKLES, SIGHS)

Do not forget how this feels
right now.

You are a world killer.

-Now I see you.
-HARPER: Thank you.

Why is there a ring
in your nose?

What are you, cattle?

♪ (ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Welcome to the Shangri-La Hotel.

Can I get a room for the night?
Just the night.

Somewhere else.

We have the Southwark Suite.

Let's do it.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (MUSIC SWELLS) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (SERENE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

HARPER STERN: I've carried
the culture of the firm,

led with integrity
and thought like an owner.

It's in my blood.

I'm a Pierpoint person.

ERIC TAO: There are many aspects
of this job

that you'll learn by osmosis.

HARPER: He makes me feel...

Special?

WOMAN:
Are you're still the lunch girl?

KENNY KILBANE:
It's just not a cultural fit.

Well, maybe I'll talk
about my perspective

on the cultural fit.

The Guardian have run an article
this morning.

MAN:
The rats are leaving the ship.

This is still very much
a belly to belly business.

WOMAN 2: It's cute
that you're living together,

but keep it professional
at work.

MAN 2: We're asking graduates
whether they neglected

to mention anything
on their applications.

You didn't leave anything out,
did you?

WOMAN 3:
You are looking more and more
like Pierpoint people.

(LAUGHS)

What would you do if they
just let you go next week?

I'd think of all
the wasted opportunities.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪