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In terms of M&A action, we're hearing that Gojo and Waystar

could seal their long gestated deal as soon as tomorrow.

Word is that regulatory concerns have receded.

So Lukas Matsson may soon take control

of the deceased Logan Roy's empire

to add to his streaming, betting, sports and socials, Everything App.

All right.

OK, OK. Carpe the diem, people.

Hey, hey!

Telly, let's run this board presentation, shall we?

Yeah, great. Thanks.

Good stuff.

- So... - What?

Just Stewy, that was his guy. Yeah, I don't think we got him.

Cool.

Really?

Where is he? Get me him direct.

It might be smokescreen.

I think, yeah, that'll be smokescreen.

I can pull in Stew.

Ken, I don't think we have the shareholders,

and I don't think we have the board numbers to stop this.

I'll get the votes.

If we had more time, but by tomorrow, Ken...

You want to just outline the path here?

OK, I got fucking me. I got Ewan.

I got Paul. I got Dewi. Locked.

So yeah?

OK, great.

- And... - And I still think I can get Stewy.

I think maybe Sonya, maybe Frank. There are multiple, multiple routes.

Right now, you have four, and one of them...

And is Roman even going to show? Is he going to vote?

Don't worry about Roman.

- But just where does he stand? - I don't know.

I don't know. I don't fucking know.

OK? I don't know.

OK? Does that make you feel better?

I don't know where he is. I don't know where he stands.

But I got him. OK? I fucking got this, Telly Bear.

OK. I think I lost Stewy. He's wonked.

So that means we got Kendall in the trunk,

all trussed up and ready to fucking bake. Yeah?

- It's good. - OK.

Because, you know, we got me, obviously. Here.

Me, Simon, Frank, Sandy, and Sandi locked.

And then Stewy, look, he talks a lot of shit,

but I think he's going to stay. He's not going to split.

Because money, honey, right?

So then we got Diane Liu, Sonya, and then we have it.

Then if we peel off Dewi, Paul, and Ewan,

then there's only, like, Ken and Rome in the against.

And Rome might not even show up from whatever jerk dungeon

he's being pity spanked in. You happy?

Very happy. Very, yeah.

- Yeah, good. - Success, yeah.

And I'm checking in on Frank.

If you want to still do the old school signing.

- Perfect. - You know, me as new CEO, yes?

And your list? You want to talk Tom?

I know you've been thinking about ATN,

and just say out loud it's no big deal for me.

Well, we've had some initial, like, vibe meets.

Yeah, I mean, he's shitting himself.

Well, the delta between a guy and a 10x guy is obviously life and death.

And ATN is central, so...

Tom. Tom, yeah. I don't know.

- What do you think? - Well, he's very competent.

But if he irks you or it's complicated, it is okay. Yeah?

He is very plausible corporate matter,

but he's also just a highly interchangeable modular part.

- And I would say that to his face. - Okay.

Okay, but if we wanted continuity,

because there's been a lot of changes,

ATN is going gangbusters, and he is well liked.

So if you were to stay on, that would also be okay with me.

- Okay, good to know. - Yeah.

Separate feelings aside,

Tom will honestly suck the biggest dick in the room.

That's just my assessment.

- Love is in the air. - Mm-hmm, yeah.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Yeah. Just one sec. Hi.

Hello, darling. How are things going?

Yeah, fine. Good, thanks.

Great. I just wanted to know if there was any chance of you coming.

Yeah, I mean, look, I would love to,

but I think, you know, fucking schedules and board,

Yeah, I know, but, well, there's somebody here

I think you might want to see.

I promise I wouldn't say, but it's one of your brothers, and it's not Kendall.

Okay. Well, let me crack the code.

I just thought you'd like to...

Yeah, well, let me have a think,

but let's, yeah, let's try and make this work. Shall we?

Great.

That okay? That profile bullshit?

The cartoon? I think it's funny.

Look at me, look at me!

'Cause I can get the journalist, you know, maybe take the online?

I don't give a fuck. People always try to fucking get at me, you know?

They can't.

Look, that was an associate of mine indicating

they got a fix on Roman,

so why don't I just fucking go and nail Roman as well?

It would be so nice just to get unanimity across the board, you know?

All of us smiling in public,

just nice clean start for the start of our reign.

Yeah? 'Cause, corporate narrative, if we're on separate sides,

it looks like Lady Macbeth Part 2,

and it would be nice, in an abundance of caution,

just to close nice.

- Yeah, yeah. - Great.

Alright, call me whenever, wherever. I'm available. Okay?

- Let's fucking do this. - Get him.

Hey, Shiv, what are you hearing?

Rome's at my mom's.

So, I'm on my way to bag him. I'm looking for unanimity.

Okay. He's at your mom's? And have you spoken to Lukas?

Am I for the chop?

I'm trying.

Okay. I just got a bad feeling.

He booked me in for the third hang.

It's excruciating. I'm scared

he's gonna wanna play online games

and I'll be running into a wall for hours, you know?

Tom, hey, Tom? Can we have a real conversation?

Okay, on the Matsson stuff, I'll do what I can. I'm trying.

But, with us, I wanted to get a few things straight.

Yeah, I just want it to be really nice.

And we should Czechoslovakia it.

We should make it all lovely, velvet, parting of the ways.

So, for you, there's not anything left?

Well, how do you mean?

Well, I wondered if, I guess I thought it might be worth raising,

are there any positives about the nightmare we've shared?

As in?

If there was anything there,

if there was, then it would be so convenient.

Well, it would be incredibly convenient

because you would be married to your husband.

Yeah, exactly.

And then you think of the scheduling. It's mess-free.

Yeah. You've fallen in love, finally.

You've fallen in love with our scheduling opportunities.

And I would also, you know, would love to not to have...

You don't like to fail the test, do you, Siobhan?

Well...

Look, I know that we've said the worst things,

but I think I've always just been scared

in relationships of the underneaths.

What's the worst thing a person thinks? But we know.

But once you've said and done the worst things, you're kind of free.

Yeah, I guess my question is,

are you interested in a real relationship?

Honest to God, I don't know. Shiv, I just don't know.

Okay. Sure. Alright. Bye.

Stewy. Stewy, bro. Don't hide from me.

I can see you from up here. Come with me, Stew.

We can win this.

Ken. Roman. From Greg and Ratfucker Sam

Okay. Now we're talking.

- Hello, darling. - Hey, Mom.

So, I hear Romy might be there.

Listen, I'm sorry I couldn't make your get together,

but I need to speak to Roman very urgently.

No recriminations, but it's life or death. Is he there?

I can't say.

You can't say? Well, he needs to come back.

Is he planning to come back for tomorrow?

That's for you to decide, all of you.

He's very fragile.

And is Shiv there? Is she coming?

I don't want to get into a lot of business, alright?

I'd love for the whole family to be here,

but if it's going to be thumbscrews,

I'd rather it didn't happen in my house.

Okay. I'm coming. I'll be there, Mom.

We have him. New Jess, I'm flying out.

I'll be back tonight. Early tomorrow, latest, small team.

I'll put this together on the move.

Okay? Let's get him. Let's bag him and tag him.

- Hey. - Hey. Welcome.

Shit. What the fuck happened to you?

- Hello, hello. Hi, lovely. - Hi.

Wonderful. I see you've brought you're underling with you.

Yeah, well, got a lot going on. What the fuck happened?

I just had a discussion with some of your pals about the merits

of liberal democracy.

Okay, well, it's good that you're here, I guess.

You can rest and recuperate.

Looks a lot better than he did.

I couldn't look at him when he first arrived.

That's true. Peter did my eye drops.

Yeah, bless him. There's something about eyes.

They just kind of revolt me.

Eyes? Like human eyes we all have?

Yeah, I don't like all these blobs of jelly rolling around

in your heads. Face eggs.

Anyway, come on in. Place hasn't changed. Still full of leaks.

I seem to have landed myself at the only hellhole in paradise.

Pick up, Stewy.

Pick up, pick up, pick up, Stewy.

Stewy, there you are. Are you with me? Talk to me.

Good man. I knew you wouldn't do me dirty like that.

I'm just making a pit stop.

I found Roman. I always had Roman,

but this is just like nailed, nailed.

Okay.

With Lawrence Yee? Vaulter Lawrence? Okay.

What shape does that make?

Romy!

Where are you? Hello, hello!

The hunt for Red fucking October is over.

Hey, Portia.

Well, well, well. Look at this fucking family scene.

Are you okay, man? What the fuck happened to your face?

Fragile. Yeah, just easy.

- He's fragile? - Fuck you, fragile. I'm not fragile.

Just back up, yeah? Just take it easy.

- Back up? - Yeah.

What? I'm just arriving for a cup of fucking tea.

You're being very aggressive. Just calm down.

I'm calm. Can we talk? Okay?

- Oh, God. - We gotta talk.

Don't talk to me that way. They're fucked.

You're fucked. We're fucked. Everyone's fucked

- Don't bullshit me, man. - What is this?

Did you get your little fucking screwdriver in on him?

- Did you pry him open? - No.

Roman, that's bullshit. We're in this, man.

- What's going on? - She's doing a number on you, man.

Hey, mom. Yes, hi.

- Are we all right? - Yeah. I just need to talk to Roman.

- Well, I'm looking after Roman. - You're not looking after me.

Well, let's be civil, please.

- Rome. - What?

You promised me. Okay, you promised me you wouldn't do this.

You promised me you wouldn't change your mind on this.

Then maybe I did, and I'm sorry. I don't give a fuck.

This is fucking DEFCON 1, okay? The world is pivoting on you.

The world is turning on a fucking clown here.

- Okay, you're a fucking clown. - Look at you.

Look at you, man. You're a clown.

Living in a fucking dream world. You don't have it.

You don't have it. So why are you trying to, like, fucking get into it?

I have you, I have Paul, I have Dewi, I have Stewy.

I was in a very violent fight, which I won, by the way, but I am fine.

Yes, I do.

Just back the fuck off, okay? Everyone just stop talking.

I'll leave you alone. I'll go. If you just tell me how you're voting.

That's not backing off. You're still talking.

- I need you to man up here, Roman. - I'm going.

- Please don't follow me. - Don't go fucking hide.

Well, are you staying to dinner,

or are you just in and out with all the shouting?

I'd love it if it wasn't a horror show.

I can't. There's a huge board meeting.

Huge board meeting? Gosh, what an event!

That's never happened before in my life.

I've never had my plans ruined by a huge board meeting before.

Well, I would love to. I'm in for dinner.

- Great. - He might be busy.

You got to call some people, yeah? He's losing, so he's very busy.

Yeah, that would be nice, mom. That would be nice.

- I got nowhere to be. - Great.

- What do you think, man? - What do I think?

- The colors go well. - I think this is trippy, dude.

Lukas, second please.

More fucking hanging than a dictator's birthday.

Hey, the colors go well? Is that a sentence?

- Does that make sense? - The colors go well together.

The colors go well.

Greg, you're here for the hang.

So, you know, to jump in

on the little, you know, those awkward social beats,

you got to be like fucking social putty.

You're letting me swing. He's going to fucking fire me.

I need ears and eyes out, you know,

like on the assistant loop. Ebba. Like is he planning to kill me?

If he wins, if he gets in, you are fucked.

You're fucked.

All right, well, he likes me, so...

You? 200K, the highest paid assistant in human history?

It's new management, bro.

You're going to get busted down to 20, 30, 40K.

Stop it.

Seriously, and if I get fired, I think you are fucked.

It's the family death march.

Early bird catches the Rome?

Well, you know, yeah.

Just a couple of things you might be interested in.

I got Stewy back.

Yeah? Sure. Well, you know, even if he's telling the truth

and you manage to get Roman, seven still plays six,

so I'm not sweating it.

Yeah, also, according to my sources,

Matsson is talking to Lawrence Yee.

Vaulter Lawrence?

- Yeah. - So, you knew that?

Yeah.

Hey, look at this. Fucking scorpion party.

- Hi. - All right, who wants a piece of me?

Pay a buck, take a pop at the human fucking vote.

I'll just cut my arms off.

I can give one to each of you to take home with,

and then maybe you'll fuck off.

Want some rum punch?

So I was thinking, and this is just to spitball,

but when this goes through for you guys,

remember how hot you were for The Hundred?

You know, could I relinquish my part of the IP...

That is very thoughtful.

So you'll, like, give us a job at the mall

and, like, teach us the value of real money?

Rome, come on, I'm trying to be realistic

about finding nice shapes here for when I'm in there.

- That's nice. - Well, it is nice.

Yeah, actually, I would love for both of you to support me,

taking over the firm.

What?

Because I'm moving forward,

my kid loses access to its uncles, yeah?

No, come on, what's it gonna do without all the sexist and homophobic jokes?

Don't fucking try and play us, Shiv.

Like, stop fucking gloating.

You've got your hands on my throat, yeah?

So don't be all fucking Joan of Waystar.

All right, well, I don't know what to say,

'cause you, you know, you fucking grabbed the crown, the two of you.

Dad died, and you grabbed the crown and pushed me out.

So I don't know why I'm the cunt here.

Cunt is as cunt does.

Amazing. Cicero on the wheels of steel.

And fuck off, okay? I won,

and I'm sorry for winning, but I did.

Sorry, I'm sorry, and you know what?

I'm actually tired of saying fucking sorry.

I played it better,

so why don't you take it like a man and just eat it?

My, what a lovely evening on the terrace.

How was your sea bass?

Those cod cheeks were a worthy opponent.

No, it was fine.

Sometimes I feel like every fish on this city

is the same piece of Xerox branzino, you know?

Totally, totally. I think we may have been badly advised.

I think Greg fucked us.

Mersi beaucoup.

How do you feel about self-pitching me? On Tom.

You know, the main slide.

On me as in my value to keep me?

Sure, yeah. Yeah, I can sing for my supper.

Well, no, so yeah, as a manager,

I think, you know, I'm simple.

You know, I squeeze the costs and juice the revenue.

Follow the boss.

I digest strategy and implement.

Like for cruises, for example, is shit gobbling and firefighting.

Yes, and ATN is money.

You know, I'm cutting heads and harvesting eyeballs.

It's pretty simple, really.

I give the customer what he wants. I don't think it's my place

to offer dietary advice.

You know, if they want red meat and boiling tar, then bon appetito.

And on a hang level, who would you say you are?

Who am I?

That's a good one.

I'm a grinder. I grind because I worry.

I worry all night about everything, all the threats to me

and to my division, and my physical body,

and I have an excess of vigilance,

I think, and I have a very high tolerance

for pain and physical discomfort.

Can I be frank with you? Can you be discreet?

Fuck yeah.

The thing is, with Shiv, and with the vote coming up and all,

can we keep this thing close to our chest until I know my numbers?

Sure.

I think it's all fine. It's just I have this thing with her,

which is like...

Is it a bit too much, you know?

Okay. The cartoon?

No, fuck the cartoon. That was funny. I enjoyed that.

No, she was kind of pushy on the India tactics,

and at first I thought family continuity would be an upside.

She is smart,

but I got plenty of ideas. I don't know if I need more ideas.

I was in need of a little bit of the political connection,

but it turns out it's fucking easy.

It really is, and with Ebba and blah, blah, blah, I know everything.

- You do. - I do.

Plus, with Shiv, there's also, you know...

She's somewhat...

We're a bit clickety-clickety, if you know what I'm saying.

- Right, like? - A little bit...

I want to fuck her a little bit.

Sorry to get weird, but like under the right circumstances,

she'd fuck me too.

Is this making you uncomfortable? I'm sorry if it's weird.

No, no, we're men.

I can't deal with the mess of that, you know?

So then I was thinking, well, if I can have fucking anyone in the world,

why don't I get the guy who put the baby inside her

instead of the baby lady?

- Just... - Right.

Right. Well, I could do it.

I could definitely, easily, definitely do it.

I need an American, because I don't want to scare the horses,

ATN being the profit center.

Mencken likes you, if that happens, you know?

You're fucking talented.

So, but also, honestly, I'm not looking for a partner, you know?

I'm looking for a front man,

because we're going to cut shit close to the bone.

We're going to get right fucking in there. It's going to get nasty.

I need a pain sponge when I'm under the hood doing what I love, you know?

- Sure. - That's kind of what I'm after.

- So would that be a problem? - Nah. No, man.

- Nah. I could do it. - Logan Mark II.

Only this time he's fucking sexy.

- Yeah. Do you want to do some shots? - Yes.

Let's get a little loose, baby.

- Oskar! - Yeah.

Tom.

Motherfucker.

- What? - Motherfucker.

Are you keeping your job?

- Am I? - We're going to be okay, Greg.

- We're going to be okay. - Which is it?

You're going to get castrated on pay,

like decimated, but I think I can keep you.

Okay? Keep an eye on.

- Piss man, out. - Okay.

Shit!

- Gregory. - Have a drink.

We're doing shots. Yeah, four shots.

Yeah, you can handle some vodka, right?

- Yeah. - From the motherland.

But that guy in there, what do you think?

- I think it feels pretty good. - Do you think it works?

I think he's what I need. I think it works.

- He's an empty, lovely, spacious... - How are you going to do it?

- With Shiv, you mean? - Yeah.

When do you tell her it won't be her?

Because the lawyer says since it's about her inheritance,

I think we have room for maneuvering.

It's going to be hearty fare, but modest rations.

Surprise, surprise!

Well, I knew you wouldn't be hungry in this heat.

Anyway, we can fill up on brecky tomorrow,

that horrible place where I think someone from Pink Floyd did a poo

in the swimming pool.

Yeah, we'll need to be getting back, Mum.

Stop Shiv selling our birthright.

Well, actually, to continue on with Dad's plans and wishes.

Please, can we just not?

You know, I'm really happy to have you all here.

I want to say, for what it's worth,

I don't want to stick my snout in too far.

Maybe I'm wondering whether this offer from that awful man

isn't a perfect opportunity to, you know, say farewell,

open a new chapter. That's always been my view.

Are we going to get an apology for Italy?

Well, yeah, I mean, in some ways, in a way,

if she thinks we should sell, there's continuity.

It's my view, and I'm sorry if you've been determined

to make something squalid out of it.

Is this a set-up? Is that what this is, Shiv?

You trying to tie Mummy's apron strings around Romy's nuts?

- What? - I'm going to get Peter.

I'm going to get Peter and his friend, because... Peter?

Coming.

His friend Jonathan, he got a scheme they want to talk to you about,

and Jonathan's an absolute whiz.

He's just been going through some shitty stuff recently.

- Hello. - This is Jonathan.

Is this a fucking pitch? Is that what this is?

- It might seem inappropriate... - No, not at all.

No, it might seem inappropriate, but it's not,

because your mother's been kind enough to allow me

to get you before the vultures,

because, frankly, the margins on this thing are just so creamy

that I honestly would feel like a terrible shit

if I didn't give you the chance to come to the party.

- That's all. - This is really interesting.

I can't believe how rude you are!

- Hey, man. - Hey, Ken.

So I have something huge.

Dude, I'm in the center of the fucking universe

with, like, knowledge to fucking like, take down solar systems, man.

Sure, sure, man. That's great.

Okay, but if I give you something incredible,

would you give me something amazing?

Yeah, sure. Like what?

Well, I'm serious, dude. It is amazing.

Sure, that's why I'm going to give you something incredible.

I would need...

Basically, can you guys win, you and Rome?

And could I quad it up, like, full quad?

Take your shot, buddy. Just take your shot. Come on.

Okay. Buckle up.

And we're going to be skating very close to the wind.

But I'm absolutely confident that no one can,

well, in layman's terms, get us on this.

Hey, it's Kendall. I'm going to ask you a question.

If there's any veracity to it, don't say anything.

You understand?

Matsson is talking to other people.

The point is, our facilities won't offer,

all that you dreamt of in a fantasy care home,

but it will afford what I call a really solid basic level of care,

not necessarily that one would like for oneself.

Apologies, Shiv. I need to speak to you in private.

- Sorry, can I be saved as well? - Please forgive me.

- Sorry, this is very captivating. - Sorry, so terrible.

You're going to want to hear this. It's serious.

- I can't wait to hear more, Peter. - Mom, I need to...

Jonathan, I'm so glad you came.

The fish will just be gummy by the time you get back.

- I love gummy fish. - Gummy fish?

Okay, this is...

You're going to want to call, you want to confirm,

but I've just had it confirmed.

Lukas is interviewing for an alternative US CEO.

He's fucking you.

- Bullshit. - It's confirmed.

It's sourced, a number of contacts. I'm sorry, Shiv.

Yeah, you're sorry? Bullshit.

Call whoever. Like, it checks out.

Lawrence, a bunch of vibe hangs. Have you noticed a little cooling?

A little bit? I wouldn't call Matsson so we can figure out...

Already calling.

This fucking desperate shit, yeah?

See this?

Is he not answering? That's interesting.

- Does he normally? - No, rarely, actually.

- This is so fucking pathetic. - What's pathetic?

- You are. - Okay, fine, yeah.

I guess it would be if it wasn't true. Like, call Karolina.

They have erased you from the new deal announcement draft.

It's shitty, Shiv. It's shitty.

Is this fucking accurate? Is this a move? Is this real?

No, it's real. Greg, 100%.

Fuck. So then, who instead?

A few faces. Lawrence, Klein, I don't know who else.

- I'll know soon. - Man...

Okay. I mean, with her, things are...

Things are back?

As long as she can recalibrate, yeah.

I think it's game on.

Fucking call me back!

- I think it's just hard for her. - Yeah, that's very apparent.

That's a real thing.

- Shit. - Yeah.

So we just... I think we just lay it out for her.

Yeah.

- Hey. - So?

- What do we do? - Well, did you talk to him, Lukas?

No. I don't want to talk to Lukas.

No, I don't want to. But I don't...

- Don't fucking look at me! - What?

- Hey, I'm sorry. - No you're not!

- Shut the fuck up! - Okay, what can I say?

Maybe nothing. You might get someone.

- You might get Laird or Telus... - No, not fucking Laird.

Not Telus. Fucking, I hate Telus.

I detest Telus. He's the worst.

He is the worst.

Call Telus. We obviously need to read.

Call Telus. But he's not getting even a tiny piece of this. Yeah?

- You okay to do this? - This is ugly and this is bad.

- It doesn't feel great. - I know.

But we're a powerful block.

It was sloppy. It was careless.

We're ready to fucking kill him.

Yeah, I mean, I think you're chasing rainbows.

To be honest, I think he has this all sewn up, but sure.

- Ahoy, ahoy, you there? - Telly.

- Hey. - Telly, you got my message?

I just saw it.

So look, this is non-prejudicial. This is friend-level briefing.

Clean of upside, downside, or legal action.

Side effects may include a fat fucking consultation fee.

So, yeah, this makes sense about US CEO?

- Him changing lanes? - Yeah.

I mean, from his point of view, he doesn't need the name.

He needs chops.

- And Shiv doesn't have... - Shiv's here.

- Fuck you, Telus. - Sorry, Shiv.

No, I just mean in terms of the names, which are being discussed,

they make...

Cut to the chase, blondie.

Okay, if it's you three as a voting block, and on top you have, say...

I have Ewan, I have Paul, I have Dewi, I think.

And then Stewy, pretty sure.

I mean, as a voting bloc, you can probably threaten to kill it.

So, yeah, you have the whip hand.

What about leadership? Yeah?

Yeah. You need to present a coherent plan to the board,

including your leadership candidate.

And a combination, or like a trio, a troika, would that work?

- Well... - Just fucking say it, man.

Just say.

I think it hasn't been great for credibility.

The incredible fuck-brother bandwagon.

Well, who the hell calls us the incredible fuck-brother bandwagon?

- Everyone. - Really?

You need to look like a united front with a coherent plan.

That's not a cop-out at the fudge factory.

One strong name for CEO, either combined with a chair,

or a chair with business chops, is what I would say. Off the record.

Thanks, Telly. Okay, we might be in touch on some moves here, man.

Sounds good.

I think there's a few ways through this.

Call Laird. Call anyone. Honestly, anyone.

Anyone would say we have to go into battle with our own version

of the future with a king.

And pray tell, do you have one in mind?

Matsson's a fucking prick. Right?

He practically killed Dad, dragging him over.

He's capricious, he's cold, he doesn't understand the business.

- He's a prick. - I would like to kill him.

And if we're gonna kill him, we need to get real.

And we would need...

I think it would be me, right?

Well, Dad said that it would be me.

When?

Well, we were getting close again before, and you know this, mostly.

And I was texting, and he was warm,

and he said when I was with him late one night that it should be.

Persuasive.

What else did he say when no one was around?

That he was the Zodiac Killer? That he did Tupac?

Whatever. I've said it, it's true, and yeah, fuck it.

Do whatever you want with that. It's just the fucking truth.

- Well, he offered it to me too, Rom. - Yeah?

He fucking promised it to me. Promised.

When I was seven.

He sat me down at the candy kitchen

in Bridgehampton, and he fucking promised it to me.

Seven years old. Like, can you imagine?

Yeah. Picks, or it didn't happen.

That was messed up. Like, he shouldn't have done that.

No. He shouldn't have said that.

I'm simply saying he said a lot of things, and he said them to me first.

Yeah, and he said it to me last.

Do you even want it?

Because, at the funeral...

- You're not that guy. You're not... - What?

You couldn't do the rounds, you kind of shrank into yourself.

Why? Because I fucking cried a little at my father's funeral?

That means I'm totally fucked forever? That doesn't seem right.

It absolutely does not make you a bad person.

Like, maybe it makes you a good person,

that you weren't snaking at the funeral.

Maybe you're well-adjusted, and I'm a business psycho.

I don't know, man. It's a fucking horrible job that clearly kills you,

so I'm just, honestly, trying to guide us through the years

to some truth here, man.

- Cheesy. - I'm serious.

Serious fucking cheese balls, what you are.

He just can't say it. He doesn't want it, but he can't say it.

And me?

I love you, Shiv. I fucking love you,

but we simply cannot walk in there and say we're blocking his offer,

and we have this compelling vision, and say that leading it is you

when yesterday you were singing his song. We simply can't.

And we can't say it's Roman,

because he lacks heft and he looks pathetic,

and he might flop.

So obviously, I want it to be me,

but I genuinely think anyone would say,

anyone objectively would say, "LA, my profile, experience, position,"

"desire, public pronouncements", it's me.

If we want to hold on to this company,

for us, for my kids, for yours, it's me.

- Hey, Rome. - Yeah?

Guess who Kendall thinks it should be. It's gonna blow your fucking mind.

We can find a cool structure, right?

Like fiefdoms, kingdoms.

We pull off a reverse viking, guys. It's fucking huge.

Shit, seriously, take ATN, take all of news, save the world.

Rome, social media, fuck it all up again. It'll be fun.

Not actually going in, right? Because, you know...

There's no bad sharks in Bim, baby. They're North Atlantic.

They can commute. All the seas, in case you didn't know this,

are connected. It's like a huge water subway for things that want to eat me.

Come on. Let's do it.

- Did he? - Yeah.

Can you give us a minute?

Thank you.

So?

We could fuck it. Get out. Sell it to Matsson,

let Lawrence

or some other business school dry cleaner shit on the throne.

Set up shop, and give away the keys?

Can't be him, though. But it really can't be you.

Well, okay, I hate him. But I fear you.

He would be unbearable, and you would be a disaster.

He'd be...

It will be terrible, it will.

But, I don't know, I can sort of unfortunately, see it.

Where's you?

Matsson took me seriously.

Or he played you like a big fiddle. Like a pregnant cello.

Sorry.

Who do you think Dad actually wanted to give it to?

I don't think Dad gave a fuck about anything more

than putting one foot in front of the other.

Yeah, I don't think he wanted to give it to any of us.

I don't know. We could give it to him.

Yeah. Probably should.

Unless we kill him.

Okay. Kill him? I like that. That's intriguing. How'd we do it?

Well, just a bit of horseplay gone wrong. Just a biff to the head

and a bonk on the noggin with a coconut.

Wait 'til he goes limp, goes around, comes around?

Yeah, and if we kill him, we get to go to bed. I'm tired.

It'd be so annoying if it went wrong.

The murdering. Like...

"Did you just tried to murder me?"

"Dude, that is so not actually what you're meant to do."

"And is not a good thing to do."

"You guys actually just murdered me. You guys are the worst. How dare you?"

- Shall we? - Yeah.

- Hi. - Hey.

So, we were thinking of murdering you.

Don't tell him.

But, you know, it's too much prep.

- Too much murder admin. - No stomach for the admin.

So...

We anoint you.

You get the bauble. Congratulations!

It's haunted and cursed and nothing will ever go right,

but enjoy your bauble.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Thank you.

His face... You can smile, bitch.

- Yeah, there we go. - There you go.

- Show us those goddamn teeth. - Happy Ken.

Happy Ken. Weird.

That's what Happy Kendall looks like.

If we're going to anoint him, he needs to complete a task.

Like walk upstairs and say real quietly,

"Hey Jonathan, I'd like a word with you in my ass."

And say with a spoonful of cinnamon in your mouth.

That's been done.

That's what they made Lee Iacocca do when he took over at Ford.

- Rome. - What?

Meal fit for a king?

Yes. We are going to make you a meal fit for a king, sir.

- Yes, sir. - What a mighty bounty.

Is there actually anything in there for a sandwich? I'm starving.

Yes. Mummy with pair of sprouting potatoes,

zero percent milk, and wartime pickle.

You do spoil us so. Something gross.

You're going to be a great CEO. I really think that.

If this doesn't kill you, which it definitely will.

Well, I'm actually starving, and I think this is expired.

- This is a hot sauce. - Milk?

- Milk. - It's a great starter.

Meal fit for a king.

- Meal fit for a king. - Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.

You all came back. What's going on?

Hi. We're making a meal fit for a king.

- Yeah? - I'm the king.

Can you do it quietly,

because, you know, Jonathan's trying to get to sleep upstairs?

He's trying to recover after your rudeness.

He came all the way from Monaco. He has to watch his days here.

- We're celebrating. - We're not celebrating.

We're mourning. We're trying to kill him.

We're voting as a bloc, together, to keep the firm.

Blimey O'Reilly. Oh, gosh!

Well, on your head be it.

Well, I had some negative news, and so then we decided

to have a friendly conversation about who it would be.

Now we have to anoint him, because that's what you do to a king.

Fine. That fucks Christmas up, doesn't it?

Don't touch that. That's Peter's cheese.

For God's sake! I made that mistake myself.

His special cheese, he gets really boring about it.

Mother, there really isn't much food.

I'll tell you what. Peter doesn't like the knobbies, so I freeze them.

He doesn't like the what?

The knobbies, the loaf ends.

- Okay. - Enjoy.

- It's a bag of frozen knobbies. - Be inventive.

I'm actually quite glad that you're getting along so well.

I mean, Peter will be disappointed, but, you know, it's nice to see

you've got something to agree about, besides what a terrible mother I am.

Well, we'll never disagree on that one.

I'm sure. Nighty-night.

- We love you. - Yeah, I love you, too.

- Love you, Mama. - Night-night.

I'm gonna eat his cheese.

Peter doesn't like the knobbies, darling.

You're a knobby.

You're a knobby! Catch it! You're a knobby.

Bring it around. How do we do that?

- Don't eat his cheese. - Jonathan's sleeping.

- Sorry, Peter. - Don't do that.

Oh, my God! That is so gross!

I'm so sorry, Mommy.

Don't go down on Peter's special cheese!

I'm so sorry, Mommy. I licked it all over.

I'm so sorry, Mommy. I licked your cheese.

I can't stop licking his cheese. I'm so sorry.

A little Tabasco. A lot of Tabasco.

Now, this is really... We're so close.

Rinse... Yeah!

Can I add some pickle? You love that.

So close. Never got there.

Yeah, we're good. I think this is good.

No, this is a healthful tonic. This is really good.

A meal fit for a king!

- Wait, wait, wait. - I'm not actually drinking that.

Meal fit for a king!

No, no, no.

Drink up!

This is going to be all right, right? Like, we're all right?

- Yeah? - Just fucking drink it.

Oh, God!

Oh, my God.

Kings don't wear silly hats! Kings wear crowns.

I can't drink anymore.

Well, then don't. Wear your crown, sir.

- No, no, no, no, no! - Wear your crown.

No, no, no, no, no. Oh, my God.

- Mom! - King!

Goodbye, darling.

Bye.

Go away!

Don't fucking waste your time!

I think Ewan is best just left to it.

I don't know. I don't know if there's time, Con.

Paul's good. He doesn't trust tech.

Con wants to know if we're going to make the Great Reallocation.

I mean, do we care? Do we want to?

Are Frank and Karl going to be there?

- I don't know. - I mean, should we just do?

- We're gonna hide out at dad's. - He's kind of losing his shit.

Let's do it. To the Great Reallocation.

Okay, off we go. To the fucking antique shit show.

How are you? To my dad's.

I know that many of you have somewhere rather important to be,

but the system is pretty simple.

So as you move in a clockwise direction around the apartment,

affix your stickers to objects you covet.

One sticker each on a number of different articles

or many on one prized item.

Okay, so subsequent circulating mourners will then apply their stickers.

After two stickering, perambulating circuits...

We call them SBCs.

Objects will be assigned to the higher sticker bidder.

Where sticker claims are tied,

we move on to the tie break stickering perambulating circuit.

TBSBCs.

After which, all unstickered items will be pooled

and distributed in reverse alphabetical order

other than those stickered by the second tier, excuse me, bereaved.

- Do I make myself clear? - Absolutely.

- It's a good system, Con. - All right, it's on. Go get them.

That's nice.

Con, where are the medals?

Yeah, there was a first round, there was an initial round.

And who was present at that?

That was myself.

Okay. And does all of this have to go?

I mean, you don't want to...

Well, I'd like to get rid of pretty much everything.

I have some pretty cool stuff coming in.

Like a cow print couch about yay long.

Great.

Con, you don't want to keep more for...

What we're planning on, when Mencken comes through,

we're actually experimenting with an idea.

I have a play reading in six to eight months and Con is going to Slovenia

and I'll be working on that. So we're going to try...

We're really excited how this long distance thing can add

another dimension.

Add a little spice, as we get deeper into the marriage.

Yeah, that's sexy. They called it the second week itch, I believe.

- Rome. - Yeah.

We're excited.

Heard the latest about the Wisconsin court thing?

I'm sorry, what court thing?

It's a hiccup.

Just a little hiccup for Jeryd, I think.

Yeah. Mencken might not make it

and so maybe you might get to keep him all to yourself.

I think I'm going to take this letter opener.

- What the fuck is this? - Virtual dinner with Pop.

What? When is this from?

I don't know how many weeks ago.

Here we go.

Gore, Dole, Bush, Mike D.

Wait, the losers list?

Mondale, Carter, Ford, not a Lincoln for me.

Hippie George, Humphrey, St. Barry,

Dick the Bad, Willkie, Landon Hoover,

Al Smith of the Vatican, David Cox, Hughes Taft,

Bryan, Martin Van Buren, White Old, Tippecanoe Clay, hey, JQA!

How many elections have you lost today?

Clinton the first, but not the worst.

Pick thee twice, Jefferson, Adams, all very nice.

I can't believe he'd still do that...

Do the limerick. Gerri, do the limerick.

Much dearer to me than my treasure, the heiress declared, is my leisure.

For then I can screw the whole Harvard crew.

They're slow, but that lengthens the pleasure.

Okay.

I give you, ladies and gentlemen, "I am a little teapot".

In the manner of Mr. Logan Roy.

- I am a little teapot. - Fuck off!

- Short and stout. - What did you fucking call me?

Here's my handle. Here's my fucking spout.

When I get steamed up, you can hear me shout.

Frank Vernon is a moron. Karl Muller is a kraut.

Pop did not like it.

Karl, come on! Sing it!

I want a copy of this. Sing it!

- There's nought but care... - I'd like to have it.

I got it.

In every hour that passes, oh,

What signifies the life o' man, An 'twere na for the lassies, O?

You're murdering it, Karl.

Green grow the rashes, O!

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend...

Kerry, listen. He's murdering it.

The war'ly race may riches chase, An' riches still may fly them, O.

An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.

Green grow the rashes, O, Green grow the rashes, O,

The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O.

- Hey. - Hey.

Doing okay? You're not going to get canned?

I don't think so, but good luck.

Oh, no.

No, no. No, that's all fucked.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah, I mean, Matsson was just stringing me along

or he switched lanes,

but, you know, either way, it's not going to be me.

Okay. Are you sure?

- Is that even true? - Yeah.

Yeah, Greg.

Man. Oh man! What a thing!

That's terrible.

So, who do you think he would, I mean, who would it be?

I don't know, like a tech pal, big hitter, Lawrence, maybe.

- Fuck. - Yeah.

Well, fuck him.

Yeah. Maybe you should vote it through

if it's all set. I don't know.

- What? - No, no.

I was just thinking if it was... No, no.

Shiv, you should probably know.

It's me.

It's you?

Yeah, you might as well know.

- Bullshit. - You're gonna find out.

It's gonna be, I think, yeah...

And maybe I wonder

if it is an idea that you should...

Fuck you. Really?

Fuck you! What?

Jesus, you're a fucking... You went for an empty fucking suit?

Maybe you should vote it through. Yeah, maybe.

Come on. I know you.

Like you wouldn't if it was the other way around.

You know what? Good luck. Good luck, motherfucker.

'Cause we have the numbers. Yeah?

Good fucking luck!

- It's Tom. - What?

- It's fucking Tom. - Tom?

Yeah, let's go. Let's fucking go.

Let's run our numbers. Let's go.

Fucked by the dry cleaner.

Hey, Greg. Can I have a word?

A word? Yeah, just right now. You mind?

- Corporate matter, tactical. - Hi, Tom.

See you.

Yeah, just in here.

- In the bathroom? - Sure. Come on.

- Did you tell? - What?

Did you fucking tell? You bastard!

I was this close,

and now they have a chance to fucking pull their fucking opposition together,

you fucking prick.

- No, I don't think... - You fucking prick!

You fucking little piece of shit!

Problem. Big fucking problem.

All right, wake up zombies. Time to activate. Come on.

Phones! I want to see some fucking phones!

And where's Frank? We get a hold of Frank?

Call Frank! Make sure he's locked in.

Okay. Where's Ebba? Ebba!

I'm here!

- Stewy? - Yeah, wobble.

He's a wobbly fucking bastard.

Well, let's go get him. Let's fuck him up.

Silence in the courtyard.

Silence in the street.

The biggest fool in England is just about to speak.

I'm gonna go to my office.

Hey. How you doing?

You'll be able to block, you think?

Great. I think that's great.

A chance to change the culture. Backstabbing a new era.

And I was wondering, just between us,

and before, you know, things blow up,

maybe part of that change is getting rid of Hugo.

Just wanted to plant the seed. That's all.

Well...

- Hi. - Hey.

- Morning, morning! - Congrats.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, it looks like they heard their testicles might be on fire.

I haven't seen Frank run like that ever.

Can we help prepare the ground?

Well, it's going to be a fairly explosive megafuck, so yeah.

The GoJo deal is going to die.

Frank maybe pulls the vote or they push and get humiliated.

So, yeah.

Big, big day on the old salami line, huh?

Yeah, it sure is.

- I'll get you the materials. - Okay.

Details on the financing for background for the journal piece.

- Yeah. - Whatever.

It's not a magic chair. Yeah, go ahead.

Okay.

Hey, hey, hey. How we looking?

Hey, dude. We have it.

Okay? We have it.

But do we have you? We've got you, right?

Well, I do have certain questions

about riding the vegetable train, but I am a selfish person, so...

- Yeah. - Do we invite the Stewpot in?

You know, get him inside. Non-exec chair.

Fucking activist backtivist.

Chair? Guys, I like weird sex. I like bad drugs.

- I'm a very complicated individual. - Bullshit.

You like pancakes and waffles and you kiss guys on Molly.

You're not the heart of darkness.

You're a grilled cheese with a sucked dick.

Let us clean you up.

Well, why don't we just think about it, huh?

And Shiv, you know,

I do think if we give Sandy a little tug, she might be somewhat foldable.

Okay, great. Perfect. Let's go.

And you did a fucking good one, man.

- Yeah? - Chairman Stewpot. I'm into that.

Are you into that, Shiv?

Hey, what's she doing in?

- Who? - Gerri, what's she doing here?

I don't know.

I think we're paying her off big time, so it's not a lock-out, right?

I don't want to see her. Should she even be around?

Yeah, sure. Let's fuck her out.

Yeah, I don't think I really want to see anyone.

You okay?

Yeah, I think I'm going to call in. I think I'm going to call in the vote.

I think I'm going to, yeah. I don't want to...

Yeah, I think, man...

People kind of know you're here.

You know, show of force. Are you okay?

Yeah, it looks better than I thought. It looks so much better.

Yeah, it does.

Yeah. I mean, I'm not going to be like, "Why isn't it me?"

- You know? - Sure.

I mean, it could have been you, Rome.

It could easily have been you. It's just marginal presentation shit.

You'll have something shit hot. Socials, right?

No, but it's just, you know, the optics.

It's dumb, but the stitches, they're good.

- Stitches, they're good. - This is 90% about the visuals.

I mean, just if people think that I like, pussied out,

then I don't think that I should, you know...

- Yeah. - Yeah, I can't.

No, I can't, because, you know, I look okay.

This looks fine, so, you know, it's fucking stupid, but...

Like, why isn't it me?

Bro...

Okay. All right.

Jesus. Fuck.

Fuck!

You fucking bastard.

- I love you, man. - Shit. I fucking hate you.

We'll be okay, all right? We're gonna do good.

Teamwork makes the dream work.

It could have been you.

GROWING THE EMPIRE

Simon, how are you? Good to see you. Thanks for being here.

Ewan. New York's finest?

Absolutely. Appreciate it.

All right, let's call this meeting to order.

I note that all the directors are present.

The agenda and the information packs have been circulated,

and I would like to take them as read.

We have a revised offer to consider from the GoJo board,

and a lot of work has been done to get us to a position

where we're ready to sign, if the board agrees.

As you also, of course, are aware,

we will be hearing from our co-CEOs about strategic alternatives.

We've aired the issues and heard from our advisors

on the GoJo proposal in the previous session,

so now I'd like to hand the floor to Kendall.

Yeah, the GoJo offer...

Yeah, this deal, the deal is a bad deal.

The GoJo offer.

We were proud to land it, me and Rome.

We know it inside out, but it's a bad deal,

and if you want it to go through,

you'll have to fire me and find someone else to take it through.

Yeah?

I think you have your packs here,

with the structural arguments and the financing options,

and, look, it's a nice thick pack.

We've knocked it out of the park, and, GoJo Matsson is flailing.

We know that.

So, look, we know each other. I've spoken to you all.

I like and respect every one of you,

but no one's gonna have their mind changed in here, right?

So I suggest we move to the vote,

kill this, excuse me, GoJo bullshit, and, you know, let's eat their lunch.

Ken.

What, you want me to read it out for due process?

Come on, we have the votes.

I would rather... Simon.

Let's do it for my dad, guys. Yeah?

Would anyone object to moving directly to a vote?

No.

Very well.

So, yes, I think it's a good deal.

I can't in good conscience as chair vote any other way.

- Sonya? - Yes.

- Diane? - Yes.

Kendall.

You know my vote. No. No to GoJo.

Yes. And yes, we want out.

No. I'm against.

First, do no harm. Nay.

Team Ken, baby. I'm a no.

Roman.

Nope.

That's fucking right.

Shiv.

Shiv?

This is going...

Shiv?

It's all good. It's all good. Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Just a moment, please.

Paul's vote is yes. It's six to six.

Hey, you okay? We have it.

Look, look, look. We have it.

Right? We have it. Are you scared?

- I'm not scared. - Are you sick?

- No, I'm not scared. - Are you good?

Yeah, can I have a moment, please? Just fuck off. I just need a moment.

- I want to think. - Okay.

Think about what?

Whether you want us to keep the company

or hand it over to Tom and that piece of shit who killed our dad?

I might have changed my mind.

What the fuck?

I'm good for this company. I'm good for us.

We all vote. We keep control.

We don't, then everything's over forever.

Here's the thing. I am like a cog

built to fit only one machine.

If you don't let me do this, it's the one thing I know how to do.

- Well, it's not all about you. - I know.

You are not the most important one.

I don't think I am.

Yes, you do. You do. You fucking do.

You do.

But Shiv, honestly, it's so fucking crazy not to just let me now...

It's stupid. We all get something here.

I mean, you're voting against yourself. You realize that?

Shiv, listen, please. I beg you.

- Listen, I can do this. - I don't think you'd be good at it.

What? I don't even believe you. I don't believe you.

I don't. I don't think that you would be good at this.

For fuck's sake, Shiv. I mean, for fuck's sake.

What the fuck is going on?

It's six to six, and we don't have Shiv's vote.

This doesn't make, like, logic. Where's the logic?

I just don't think you'd be good at it.

I feel like if I don't get to do this,

I feel like that's it. Like I might die.

Shiv, can we go in that room? Can you just vote?

Please.

You can't be CEO. You can't, because you killed someone.

- Which? - What?

Which? What, like, you killed so many people, you forgot which one?

That's not an issue.

That didn't happen.

Wait, it didn't? As in what?

It's just a thing I said. I made it up.

You made it up?

It was a difficult time for us,

and I think I mussed up something from nothing,

because I wanted for us all to bond at a difficult moment.

- Wait, it was a move? - There was a kid.

So there was a kid?

I had a toke and a beer. I didn't even get in the car.

- Hold on. - What the fuck?

I felt bad, and I false-memoried it.

I'm totally clean. I can do this.

Wait, did it happen or did it not happen?

It did not happen.

It did not happen. I wasn't even there.

It did not happen.

Dude.

Fucking vote for me.

Just please, vote for me. Shiv, vote for me.

No.

- Yes! - No.

Shiv, don't do this. You can't do this.

Absolutely not, man. Absolutely not.

- No. - Why?

Why? I love you.

I really love you, but I can't fucking stomach you.

This is fucking disgusting. It's disgusting.

It's disgusting?

You're disgusting. You're fucking heartless.

It's fucking nuts. It doesn't even make any sense.

I'm the eldest boy!

- I am the eldest boy. - You're not.

It mattered to him. He wanted this to go on.

Well, I mean, she's the bloodline, though.

What? I'm the bloodline. We're all the fucking bloodlines.

I just mean if you're gonna play that card,

Dad's view was yours weren't real.

- What the fuck did you just say? - Well, just not real-real.

That's just what Dad said. I'm just saying what Dad said.

Well, don't say it, you fucking cuck.

They are a pair of randos.

One is a buy-in. The other is half-Rava,

half-some filing cabinet guy, right?

- What the fuck? Let go of him. - What did you say?

- Stop! - What did you say?

- Fuck's sake. - Don't do this.

- Hold on a second. - Fuck off me.

- You piece of shit! - Get off me.

Jesus Christ.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Shiv, no. Wait. Shiv, wait.

- Fuck you. - Can you fucking leave her?

Fucking child!

Let's hit Frank. We can still do this.

Bullshit, man. Come on. It's fucking nothing. Stop.

There's something here. There's an angle.

No, no, no. It's fuck all, man.

It's bits of glue and broken shows,

fucking phony news. Fucking... Come on!

We have this. We can still do this.

Oh, my God, man. It's nothing. It's just nothing. It's fucking nothing.

Stop it.

No, no, no, no!

We are bullshit.

We are not bullshit.

We are bullshit. You are bullshit.

You're fucking bullshit, man.

I'm fucking bullshit. She's bullshit. It's all fucking nothing.

Man, I'm telling you this because I know it, okay? We're nothing.

Okay...

Okay.

Hey, pardon me. Where are we?

Ken.

I was thinking that we adjourn the meeting and...

Ken, it's done.

7-6. We sell it to GoJo. You don't have it.

We're good.

So what are you thinking? Golden parachute?

- Or one last rodeo. - Go on.

What do you think?

I'm thinking we should have slit his throat in the cradle.

Well, it goes without saying.

I'm thrilled for you. Let's fucking do it.

- Please, let's talk. - Hey, man. Great one.

The losers never triumph. I was always hoping, you know.

So, let's chat. I got you.

Where's Karolina?

Karolina? She's...

Congratulations, Tom!

- I just wanted to say congrats. - Thanks.

Tom. Just phenomenal.

Pastures new, right? This is it.

How's it all looking?

- Plans? Planning? - I want to talk to Gerri.

Gerri gets it. She's not afraid of the dark.

And who else?

Frank, dead, Carl, dead.

I really don't need those two old cunts on my shoulder.

You.

You fucked it, man.

Quad man. Matsson hates you. Wants to clean-out.

Fuck.

You are a fucking piece of shit.

But I got you. I got just enough capital.

I got you.

Okay. All right. Hey, guys. Hi.

So we're good to go?

Seems to be a little bit of a communication break.

Don't mind signing the fucking thing. That's fine.

We need you to come in right now to complete this ceremony.

Bring me the piece of paper and I'll sign it.

We're going to do it at the desk.

- I have to be in the room with him? - This is being a CEO.

One quick photo.

I already told you I'm not taking a fucking photo.

Let's fucking do it. Take a photo. Take all the pictures you want.

Big day. Happy. Good stuff.

Great.

Okay, here we go. Thank you.

What's the return policy on this, by the way?

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

Love you, Roman. Thank you, man.

Okay, let's get Frank and Karl in here.

GoJo team, Frank and Karl. Guys, get closer together, please.

Good smile. Wonderful. One, two, three.

This is the new team.

Jesus and his disciples.

Even Judas is in the room. There we go.

Why not just a GoJo one?

Yeah, let's do the GoJo photo. Just the three of you, okay?

- Three musketeers. - One, two, three. Wonderful.

Let's just do a single. Single on Matsson.

I got a car in 20 if you want to join.

Okay, thank you.

- Let's party! - A little bubbly-bubbly!

Hey.

Hey!

- Congratulations! - No, no.