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Why are you here, then?

I think this is
the closest thing

to a meritocracy there is.

I only ever want to be judged
on the strength of my abilities.

And paid for it.

Welcome, graduates.

While it's my pleasure
to congratulate you

on this placement,

the work to stay here
starts now.

He works on my team.

He's a whole snack.

If you're into that kind
of a thing, I guess.

Do you... do you know Gus?

Yeah, I live with him.

I know a lot about you two.

Have you been home?

I'm longing
those nocturnal hours.

Trying to make
a good impression, you know?

Do not forget
how this feels right now.

Oh, fuck!

Shove that cock
in my little asshole, please.

Yes! Come on. Come inside me.

Yes.

My pussy... In my pussy... Yeah.

Come on. Move, move, move.
Go on, right to the end.

That's right. Good.

Move, move, move. Good.

Good work. Keep going.

Big push. Right to the end. Go.

Perfect technique.

Maybe I should wear you to work.

I actually had to pay for these.

Thank you.

I did your Asia recap.
It's on your email.

I came in early
and listened live.

That's good initiative, that.

It'd be good to get off the desk
sometime, have a debrief.

Coffee, beer, whatever.
Talk about your progress,

how to position yourself
before RIF.

- I'm evaluated on it, so...
- Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great.

Tomorrow? Oh, fuck no,
we have that grad dinner.

Maybe Friday?

Yeah. Yeah.

Um, in the day would be good.

Uh, 'cause I have plans

with my boyfriend
in the evening.

I know you didn't mean that
like that, did you?

Uh...

So, I know for a fact

a lot of people are active
on the street.

I wanna know why
the flows aren't coming our way.

Well, 80 percent of my guys
are away.

- Mykonos or Ibiza?
- Did the girls enjoy Disneyland?

Cost me three G's
for my daughters to find out

Goofy's a Moroccan kid
with a tiny head.

Hell is the line
at Space Mountain.

Especially if you're behind
a Make-A-Wish.

All right, let's, uh,
let's convince some people

to part with their money
in the hope that they make more.

Yes, chef.

Does he
always change on the floor?
It's an MD power thing.

What's the deal with Fenmarsh?

I haven't heard from Felim.

Called twice daily,
couldn't get past the junior.

- Did you say you worked for me?
- Yes.

Okay. Call every hour.

I got a meeting.

Oh, that's my broker laugh.

I only do it for you.

Because I find you so funny,
of course.

Well, look,
if it's not my client laugh,

then it's probably
my genuine laugh, yeah.

You'll never know
which is which.

Speak soon.

He really didn't want
to go away.

This Felim thing's
got him spooked.

What do you think's going on?

I don't know.

But it doesn't bode well
for Eric's exclusivity thing.

Eric insists all his clients
only speak to him streetwide.

And Felim accounts
for over half the desk profits.

Look, if anyone
comes over my fucking hoot again

instead of messaging me,

I will personally bocat
their mothers!

I think
I'm gonna try and do an Ironman

or the Marathon des Sables.
With no training, obviously.

The guy gave me a freebie, so...

No, I just wanted to...

Yeah.

Could I put you on hold
for two seconds, please?

Where would you put yourself
on that continuum?

What is this?

So, if a nurse is here...

where are you?

Wages on the Y axis...

...heel height on the X.

You've got very good
privacy settings.

- Very good.
- What are you hiding?

I... I was wearing a low-cut top
in a profile pic

when I was, like, 14.

Yeah, our DMs are a cesspit.

Bobbi went dark
for, like, three months.

It felt like three lifetimes.

Guys online violate
their standards

quicker than
they can lower them.

That's hilarious.

You're funny. She's funny.

Thank you.

You look like you pay
the rent on time.

Yeah. I work in finance.

It's not as interesting
as what you guys do.

We're just... living.

Oh, we love that
you're a working woman, though.

Is that why
you made me come at lunch?

Anyway, we're sort of
past the point

where we want to be waking up
to random guys in the kitchen.

That's a shame. I was
sort of looking forward to a...

stream of uncut dicks.

I love your place.

It's so... white.

- We're exorcising demons.
- It's our new favorite color.

Mine too.

Felim's junior is a brick wall.

How many questions
did you ask him

before you asked for his boss?

There are too many saleswomen
here trying to be salesmen.

I mean, how many people do you
think call Felim's junior a day?

I dunno, seven?

Why seven?

It's the first number
that came into my head.

And the amount of apartments
I've seen this week.

And how many women call him?

And how many women
actually engage him?

You see, then you belong
to a nice, exclusive subset.

And you know, it's not
betraying your sex by...

I mean, it's not regressive
to be a conversationalist.

You convince them
you're a friend,

and they'll forget
what they are.

- Which is...?
- A counterparty.

What the fuck have you done
to that stock, Phil?

What do I mean? I mean
you rigged it five percent...

Start of every call, flip it,

and don't talk business
until it runs out.

- This is unbelievable.
- This is beautiful.

- Dig in, please.
- Wow. Thank you so much.

This is fucking grown-up.
I... I need to do

the honorable thing here
and lower the tone.

- Gentleman's cutlery.
- Put it away.

That can't be good
for your palette.

Uh, I can eat on K.

And I pay
your boyfriend's wages.

The company pays my wages.

What? So we are calling
my little venture

- a company, are we?
- Yeah.

I mean, it is fair to say
that I single-handedly

revolutionized
student journalism, so...

Yasmin, how did you
have the time?

Oh, honestly, it's nothing.

- I did most of it this morning.
- Hmm.

When, uh,
when did you do it all?

Uh, this... This morning.

Oh... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, that was super rude.

Oh.

Mom, it's Seb's birthday.

I need to hang this.

Wow. Let me grab that.

Is that Yasmin?

Happy birthday, Sebastian.

Thank you.

I hear you've moved yourself
into my basement.

Uh, yeah.

Very touched that you're using
one of your non-dom days on me.

Can I... Can I get you a drink?

Oh.

Of course.

Beautiful house,
Mrs. Kara-Hanani.

Why do people like this game?

It dispenses joy
and misery at random.

- Hmm.
- Mimics life.

Great.

I've got this performatively
left-wing mate

who's high up at The Guardian,
and he is saying

that they're gonna run
a warts-and-all exposé

on Pierpoint.

- Really?
- Yeah.

About Hari?

And more.

Fucking wanker!

- Here we go!
- Come on!

- Oh, yes, chef!
- Absolutely not!

That's, like, four each.
I need to see another apartment.

My advice,
turn up drunk. Easier.

I hate you, Robert Spearing.

Cheers, mate.

I've been thinking
about asking to transfer

to sales and trading.

Salespeople are
the lowest of the low.

You are different,
because you think for yourself.

I mean, look, okay...
too intellectual.

See, now you look like
a salesman.

Okay. But I can't see, so...

I have seen you in contacts.

- Chin-chin!
- Chin-chin!

Do you like the room?

- It's a bit...
- Fucking tiny.

Everything is... en suite.

Hey... did you vote for Trump?

So, what do you do?

I...

- am in sales.
- Oh.

For a bank... Pierpoint.

Isn't that where that guy died?

How do you sleep at night?

- What does that mean?
- I mean... You know...

No, I don't.
You're gonna have to tell me.

Bankers.

That level of self-interest
is just toxic, isn't it?

That's... kind of reductive.

But isn't it a bit gauche
to judge success with money?

Not if you've never had any.

I can't believe
you would even countenance

wasting your intelligence
on the trading floor.

Fuck off! It was a joke!

This looks like a place
a salesman would live.

It's got a certain
rustic charm to it.

- Rustic charm, you say?
- Yeah, it does.

- Does it?
- Either of you want a bevvie?

No, I'm good, I didn't...

Um...

- Uh, where's the toilet?
- It's just down on your left.

On the left, okay. Um...

Just, uh...

When the fuck
did that start up again?

Nothing's started...
Can we not talk about it now?

All right.

Is that Yasmin Kara-Hanani?

Yeah. Doesn't look like
she slums it, mate.

You know, why are women
so much more interesting to men,

than men are to women?

Yasmin was the perfect,
perfect child.

And she wet her bed
until she was nine.

Ah, I have
a weak bladder myself.

But, other than that,
she was perfect.

She was adorable.

So, we've just found
the next big voice

in contemporary
British literature.

She's 19, absolutely gorgeous.

The best part of publishing
is discovering new talent.

Do you have any advice
for an aspiring writer?

Mmm. Marry rich?

Or... live at home.

Mmm, so, how many jobs
have you had

since you left Bristol?
I'm losing count.

Um...

Well, I was waiting
for something I loved.

Correct answer.

And, uh, you're still
the lunch girl?

You have no experience of this,

so how would you know?

Okay,
that's not the world anymore.

And can you please
speak English?

I know how the world works.

Has the, um... dynamic changed
since Alice moved in?

Yeah.

And it's, um, it's nice,
living in two places.

I like having her around
all the time.

We have a lot less sex.

Well, I guess that's a casualty.

Oh, I listened to that, um,

podcast she recommended
on clean eating.

Thought it was excellent.

Followed none of the advice.

Wait, sorry, um,
when did you speak to her?

Met her at a dinner party.

- Whose?
- Eugene's.

We have mutual friends.

Uh, and what did you talk about?

Podcasts.

Okay.

Oh, God. I remember this...

Millionaire, 25. Cabinet, 35.

Party leader, 45.
Prime minister, 55.

You know, Heseltine wrote his
on the back of an envelope.

You planned your life

in a copy
of Vanity fucking Fair.

Yeah.

Your ambitions obviously
shifted focus...

...just a little bit.

Or is that you are just...

...following my lead.

You are always so hard for me.

Kiss me properly.

Uh...

I'm feeling a bit bilious...

Hey... I don't want to do that.

Do what?

- Uh...
- Hey.

I'm sorry.

Look, you're...

you're obviously stressed.

If this job
isn't making you happy...

I'm just saying that
you're super talented

and you could
do a million things.

Interest rates have fluctuated

from the highs of the early '90s

to the current all-time lows.

For a business that has a loan

that is linked
to the base rate...

A lot of eccentrics.
Maybe I'm the weirdo.

Not sure what I'm gonna do.

Thanks
for your transcript, finally.

But...

I have a few more questions.

We wanted to...

ask you about...

any interactions
you might have had with Hari?

Um...

We hung out a few times.

Mm-hmm. Did he seem stressed?

He worked really hard.

But you know,
his side of the business...

that nocturnal culture...

Oh, we're taking steps
to address that.

Did you...
see him take anything?

How do you mean?

Did he seem like he was under
the influence of anything?

Uh... study drugs? Adderall?
Modafinil?

- I wouldn't say so.
- He seemed, as you said,

stressed, agitated, unfocused,
so you couldn't rule it out?

I couldn't definitively
say yes or no.

I mean... do you want me to?

People are saying
he had a heart thing.

Hmm.
Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

But we were unaware
of his condition.

We think a prescription pill
habit may have exacerbated it.

We're asking graduates
whether they neglected

to mention anything
on their applications.

You didn't leave anything out,
did you?

Medical or otherwise?

No.

I think they're still
figuring out

a splashy response.
Press-friendly.

And what does that mean for us?

Means someone's going
to be held accountable.

I re-ran the model.
I don't think we thoroughly

went through
the net debt adjustments.

HungerFix pushed Goldman
up to primary bookrunner.

They don't want us anywhere near
the top of the tombstone.

It's fucking bad PR.

Sorry,
what do you mean, "tombstone"?

You get a little trophy
when you complete a deal.

Tombstone.

Nobody is questioning
your drive,

but for me, please,
come in later, leave earlier,

decompress.

I cannot be seen
to be mismanaging you.

Have you spoken
to the counselor?

No.

Even if you feel
you don't need to,

I need you to. Do you understand
what I'm saying?

It's good optics.

It wasn't a waste of time.
He helped me...

re-evaluate.

So the first Cobb
is with bacon, no Stilton,

and the second one
is without bacon.

Yeah,
that's what I've given you.

Sorry, I specifically said
no dressing on any of them.

We're just gonna have to
start again, sorry. And...

Muy bien, gracias.

Ugh, God.

I can't believe I didn't know
you were at Pierpoint.

- Well done.
- Thank you.

Although it must be a weird time
to be there, right now.

Oh, but how's Brevan Howard?

How long have you
been there now?

- Seven years... in Tibet.
- Oh.

No, no, no. It's a good thing.

- I have their blessing.
- Oh.

Can't really talk about it much
at the moment.

- So, what are you working in?
- Oh, Foreign Exchange.

That's great!

We're in the same
part of the business.

Thanks.

Welcome to the Wild West.

Gracias. Mucho gracias.

I just think, you know,
if I had biceps like that...

...with the vein running
down it, that... that bulge.

- You know, like...
- Zac Efron.

- Yeah, the Zac Efron.
- The Zefron.

Yeah, I know I should be
thinking about other things,

like the suicide rate
among men my age or whatever,

but is that really realistic?

I just think the veiny bicep...

You think Pierpoint's Irish,

you should go out
with Morgan Stanley guys,

it's like the fucking Irish Mob.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Um... you going to that, um,
grad dinner tonight?

Yeah. Well, it's mandatory,
isn't it?

Right.

Can I help with something?

Yeah. Do you have access
to the FX ClientTracker?

I don't... We, um, we
just don't have a full list

of shared FX and CPS clients.

I'm not sure I can share it
with you.

Yeah. Don't worry,
I don't need full access.

I just, um... one of my clients
is double-booked

with one of your guys.
And, um, you know how it is.

I just want to iron out
the kink.

Sure, yeah, um...
what's your client's name?

Uh...

Oh shit, he's not there.

My bad. See you at the dinner.

Okay.

Thank you.

- Where's my change?
- Oh, sorry.

Amateur.

You should be making
money out of this.

Call it a salad yield.

And...

I won't out you now,
but remember you owe me.

- What do you mean?
- I asked for croutons.

You never asked for croutons.

Tash! Croutons. Do I eat them?

I'm passionate about croutons.

Remember,
all the best friendships

- start with a conspiracy.
- Okay, Kenny.

Best part of the day,
Yasmin's trade idea.

Be ready
to have your mind detonated.

- Oh, wait, just...
- This is for your growth, okay?

You're part of this desk,
so you're part of its rituals.

Pull up a pew.

And imagine I burst
into flames when I'm bored.

- Go!
- Um...

Okay, I thought
we could short cable...

What's cable?

Um, it's dollar-sterling.

Oh, so you're gonna
talk about Europe, then?

What's your target and stop?

Uh, 1.25 to 1.35.

So a symmetric bet
from 1-spot-3-0?

Why not just flip a coin?
Put it all on black.

The art here is to look like
you're not doing that.

Yeah, I just thought with
everything that's going on

- with Europe at the moment,
that we could...
- Well, that's fucking specific.

Yasmin, that is uninspired.

Inspire her.

I could put a hundred grads
in front of me,

95 would pitch me that.

You're dead on RIF.

Now, what did we prove?

Did I ask for croutons?

You must have done.

Well remembered.
You can get up now.

How was lunch?

Tasteless.

Did you get my message?

Felim's in the building
this afternoon.

Is he meeting FX research?

Um, Hilary Wyndham?

Why the fuck is he meeting
another salesman?

If Felim wants to trade FX,

he knows he can do it
through this desk.

- What time is he in?
- Four.

You around at 3:50?

Yeah.

Why?

There are many
aspects of this job

that you'll learn by osmosis,

but horse-whispering
a fucked-off client...

that's an art.

I'm giving you face time with
the guy who gets us all paid.

Go on. Take a swing.

Okay, 3:50. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Felim, I knew you'd be
ten minutes early

- for your meeting.
- Eric.

I wanted to introduce you
to one of our brightest grads.

Harper Stern.

Pleasure.

We actually already emailed.
I sent you that...

US tail risk stuff.

Oh, that was you?
That was excellent.

Thank you.

Please.

Look, uh...

Eric, I'm not sure this is...

the right way to go about
whatever it is

you're trying to achieve.

Engineering this,
bringing this young lady

into the room as...

I don't know what, a prop?

I would've thought
that if our relationship

had gone south,
you'd have the grace to call.

Instead of me finding out
over lunch

with one of your PMs.

I told him in confidence.

Well, he told me in confidence.

Look, I'm hoping we're not
ruining a friendship...

over miscommunication.

Would we call it a friendship?

What? Why are you saying that?

I don't know, Eric,
maybe you think it's acceptable

to call your wife that
in front of her own friends,

but my wife did not
appreciate it.

Ca...

Do you even
remember what you said?

Because I'd prefer
not to repeat it.

I look for character
in my friends, Eric.

I look for character
in my salesmen, or saleswomen.

Wai... wai...
What's really going on here?

Why... why are you talking
to me like...

like we're in
the Great American Novel?

My "character"?

You know my character.

I know you're meeting
Wyndham in FX, so you...

you obviously don't want
to relinquish

the Pierpoint offering.

Citi, MS, GS
don't have our talent.

And... Wyndham?

I mean, he... he's into soccer.

You wanna spend
the first two minutes

of every transaction
pretending to like it?

Here...
Here's where I'm serious.

When you're writing
your next investor letter,

do you really wanna be
meditating on the fact

that you missed
a percentage point of returns

because of your wife?

Right?

You call me
when you need persuading.

You call me
when you need reassuring.

That's a friendship.

Why waste your time
building that intimacy again?

Next... next time our wives
want dinner...

I'm gonna say I have a bug.

Oh, Hilary?

Good to see you. We're vacating.

You catch the Spurs last night?

Oh yes, yes. They ran riot.

Sure did. Enjoy your meeting.

Yeah, I inherited
two suboptimal things

from my father,

his Spurs season ticket
and flat feet.

Why didn't you speak up?

Sorry. I... I didn't know
that you wanted me to.

I don't need quiet and nice
on my desk.

- This... this stays
between us. Clear?

- Mm-hmm.
- See you at dinner.

So, we just wanted
to get everyone together

because it has been
a difficult few weeks.

For our institution,
for all of us,

pastoral care is as high
on the agenda

as it's ever been.

We wanted to show you
how much we appreciate

your resilience and focus,

from myself and all your bosses
here tonight.

They'll be the ones
shepherding you through to RIF

and, ultimately, help you
to become permanent hires.

You are looking more and more
like Pierpoint people.

Enjoy.

So, I hear the girl
on Eric's desk

is already doing suppers,
and I was just wondering,

you know, do you think
I'll ever master the salad run,

or, like...

Jackie did it. Kenny did it.
I did it. You do it.

It is the great equalizer.
And it all counts on RIF.

What have you learned so far?

That, um,
that men eat salads as penance.

Oh! Yeah.

Mate, if it was me,
I'd be pissed.

- Why?
- She's missed his birthday,

she's like sold
her entire personality

- to Meryl Streep.
- So what? Who cares?

If your girlfriend missed
your birthday, right? For work?

What are you, seven?
It's Anne Hathaway.

Adrian Grenier
is a fucking adult.

Honestly, Adrian Grenier
is a grown-ass man.

- Thank you! She's woke.
- You sound so white!

- Yeah and ancient.
- I am ancient. And I am white.

And I do kiss
my dogs on the mouth.

You know,
I thought you were some...

- straight-laced Oxford boy.
- Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Who says I'm not?

So, my flatmate...

Gus, he told me
you lived opposite Hari.

You're friends
with that asshole Gus?

Have you met him?

No, but from what Hari
said about him,

he seems like an entitled prick.

Yeah...

- but you don't know him.
- Hmm.

Are those prescription glasses?

Have you ever seen a porno,
where, like, a...

porn star plays a nerd?

Yo, can you stop flirting
so I can do a strike, please?

Oh, ice.

Hey, Greg.

I'm fine. Uh, I would like to
pilot the scheme

that I did at my old place here.

- I... Yeah, I heard about that.
- Did you hear
about the couriering?

I heard...
I heard brilliant things.

- I heard about that.
- Korean... Korean breast milk...

- Hello.
- Sara.

- Hi.
- Could I ask you something?

Yes. Yes, you can.
Sorry, excuse me.

Do you... do you wanna
go over here?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Go, go ahead.

How's the atmosphere been
in IBD?

Yeah, it's been fine. Um...

Lucinda mentioned
there were going to be

some changes in the team?

Oh. Well, this isn't the place
for that discussion.

There'll be a meeting on Monday.

Are there going to be cuts?

There's going to be
a restructuring.

It's just a reshuffle.

Your team's being subsumed
into the other sector teams.

You're effectively
disbanding the team

with the "culture problem"
to stop it looking systemic?

Well, firstly,
that's very cynical.

And I take this suggestion
as an insult to me personally.

I mean, we have a duty
of care to remove you

from whatever
may have been traumatic.

Okay, but how are you gonna
stop people thinking

working three nights in a row
is some kind of, well...

a badge of honor?

Sorry.

-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I said that, I just...
-Okay, all right.

- Is there anything else?
- What does that mean for us?

For me, Lucinda?

There's a VP spot
in Oil and Gas for Lucinda.

What about me?

We appreciate your talent.

We're keen to re-house you
where there's headcount.

- Where?
- CPS desk.

I don't want
to sound, um, entitled.

I applied for IBD,

and I really don't want to work
on the trading floor.

Hey, I appreciate
what you've been through,

but I would think twice about
speaking to me like this again

because I do not
respond well to it.

Okay?

- You definitely did!
- That was you!

She's a fucking
intellectual lightweight.

Runs marathons
instead of having a personality.

Go fund my fuck off.

She'll be gone
within six months.

So, what are we gossiping about?

I am just drinking you two
under the table.

I'm having
a private conversation.

Okay. Sorry.
I thought I heard my name.

Yasmin,
this might sound deeply strange,

but we weren't talking
about you.

Okay, I thought
you were looking over at me.

I'm not fucking looking
at you either.

Shock fucking horror.

Nobody gives a fuck about
what I think about you,

or... or what you think about me.

Nobody gives a fuck.

See, the problem
with this industry,

they keep hiring
these fucking princesses.

Which silly cunt was it
that interviewed you?

Actually...
I think I was the cunt.

That cunt was me!

Whoops!

Hey, buddy.

Don't talk to her like that.

Mind your own fucking business.

No! Don't talk to her like that.

Fuck off! Yeah?

Yes? What?

Kenny. Go home.

Fuck off, Eric. Don't start.

Go home.

Goodnight, all.

What the fuck
are you looking at?

- You okay?
- Thanks.

Thank you.

Do the guys on your desk
always treat you like that?

Is your team not like that?

Eric's great.

Yeah, I mean,
at least he gives you agency.

No one's gonna give you agency.

You have to take it.

And try not to think about

all the different ways
that you can be wrong.

They don't.

Shall we?

Yeah.

I still haven't seen
a British cock.

Oh, my God.

I... I know that
it's normal here,

but the polo neck look,

it looks like
they're wearing winter wear.

- Oh!
- Mm-hmm.

At least I have
a double bed here.

I slept in a single
my whole life.

What, even at home?

Oh my God, that's barbaric.

Yeah, I shared
with my twin brother, JD.

Don't worry,
we had our own beds.

And we barely even fucked.

What does he do?

Harper? What does he do?

He was kind of a superstar.

He had a scholarship,
he was about to go on tour,

and he woke up every day
at 4:00 a.m. to train.

Tennis.

He really didn't think that
athletes were born, you know?

- And what happened?
- He, um...

he said that
he was going away for a while.

He took a coat and a bag,
and he left. Never came back.

When did this happen?

About four years ago.

That would really fuck me up.

He's an adult. He can live
with his fucking decisions.

Well, if you ever need
a place to stay,

I have a spare room
with a double bed.

Are you... are you, like,
looking to sublet?

Well, I mean, yep, we can...
We can figure something out.

Really? I would love that.

Oh, my Lord.

Who, me?

Whoa! Whoa, whoa!

My friend has something
she wants to say to you.

- Okay!
- Wait, wait, wait. What, what?

No, no, no, no, no, no! Oh!

White men can dance.
Let me show you.

White men can't jump, dickhead.

- All right!
- I hate this. Thank you.

But I can jump!

Wyndy, you're an MD.
Spend some fucking money.

- Come on, mate.
- I'm already booked.

He said it's on Eric's account.

Oh! Well, then we're definitely
fucking getting in it, then.

Oy!

- Can I bunk in?
- We're going west.

Jackie, someone with my accent
must really scare you.

You're Finsbury Park,
aren't you?

- Yeah.
- Is Finsbury Park west?

- It'll do.
- Another troubles joke.

It's that time of night.

The player that's played
in the Merseyside,

Old Firm, North London,
and Manchester derbies?

Uh...

Beckham?

Oh, Greg. Oh Greg, Jesus.

- Excuse us, drive. Can you stop?
- Uh...

No, I meant Victoria Beckham.

It's Kolo Touré, by the way.

Oh, good man!

You left early. You okay?

They're shutting down
my fucking team.

Oh.

Do you want me to suck you off?

- Hey.
- Hey.

You used to love
going down on me.

Yeah, I still do.

Eat me then.

Oh?

I think she slums.

What'd she say?

What'd she say? Let me see.

Let me see!

- It's none of your business.
- Hey!

It's just for me.

I still keep getting
that feeling whenever I wake up.

Like,
I can't believe that I am here.

Yo, I'm on the ninth stage
of the journey.

The hero faces
the greatest challenge yet.

I cannot believe Eric lets
her speak in their meetings.

The hero experiences death...

This isn't a social club.

- ...and re-birth.
- Ahem.

You're gonna pitch me
this again,

and it's gonna be
the version I asked for.

In front of the entire team?

In front of the entire team.

I'm paraphrasing.
It's pretty cool, right?

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