All language subtitles for Industry S02E05 1080p_English

Take this fucking cock!

Give me that fucking pussy.

Oh, yes.

Need to be in
that fucking pussy.

Oh, yeah. Give me that pussy.

Your pussy feels
so good. It's fucking good.

Oh, I need to be
in this fucking pussy.

Oh, I need your pussy.
Give me that fucking pussy.

Uh! Oh, shit!

What the fuck is this now?

So, Harper, tell me...

is Daniel stick shift
or automatic?

You seen the Christmas
promotions list?

I can't believe

they didn't make you an MD.

Yeah, time must not have
been right.

Haven't you been
an ED for, like, ten years?

If the cunts don't make me
an MD soon, I'll hit a bid away.

Who's officially running
the desk?

You know, I never had Eric
pegged as a baby-kisser.

I had no idea
he wanted that role.

Yeah, I guess you never really
know anyone.

Hmm. There's always
the possibility

he was pushed. Up or out.

- This is sweet.
- Thanks, man.

I, uh, I bought my motor off
a recently divorced dad

in Chingford.

- Distressed seller is key.
- Cool.

- Charming.
- Yeah.

Uh. P... permission to be
vulnerable with you

for just a second?

Depends entirely
on what you say.

Okay. Um...

Okay, yes?

- Car's only a lease.
- Oh, my God.

Yeah. Were you gonna say,
"I love..."

- Oh, my God!
- "I love you"? Yeah!

Oh...

Mm.

Sensational.

A tasty financier
for a tasty financier.

I've ceded St Moritz
to Mom for Christmas.

Azar has taken Gaza...

Ga-zar.

She's, um, blocked me.
On everything.

I think she's genuinely
devastated I've let you back in.

You've let me back in?

I appreciate you letting us stay
at our place in Berlin.

One last handover on my desk

and then
I'll be on your account.

It'll be funny going back there.

Mm-hmm.

My favorite bolthole.

Fond memories.

All I remember is the walls
thudding...

City of Techno.

And you coming in to kiss me
in the morning...

beer breath.

I'm pleased you finally learned
the art of self-control.

Well, at least you paid someone
to watch over me.

I should look up Theresa
while I'm there.

I haven't spoken to her
in years.

Theresa?

My nanny out there.

You must remember,
she came everywhere with us.

Won't work put you
in some swanky hotel?

They'd put me
in a fucking Marriot.

Is there a problem with me
using it? I mean...

you'd rather leave it
as a museum?

Not at all, not at all.

I'm glad someone
is able to enjoy it.

So, when was the last time
we had a huddle?

Not since Eric moved up.

Well, nature abhors a vacuum.

Has anybody seen
my creatine powder?

All right. Uh, guys, hustle up.

I know everyone's feeling
a little disjointed

since Eric's promotion.

I know nothing's
been formalized yet,

but I think it would be easier
for all of us

if we clarified reporting lines,
and for ease you can all report

- to me.
- Yeah, does, uh,

does Eric's promotion free up
our payment pool?

What does it mean
for London-New York?

- Is it a signal?
- As far as I know,

it's neck and neck.
But we'll prevail,

if we rally together.

I know London thinks
it's standard operating

procedure to hit cruise control

in December and save all
of your quality flows

for January, but, trust me,
every dollar still counts.

Rumor has it, your girl, Yas,
is taking equity sales

to Berlin

to hand over the FutureDawn
account to Jackie Walsh,

of all fucking people.

I can't believe Pierpoint
still lets that hoodlum

in front of clients.

I have the best line
into Anna since the Rican shoot.

I should be on that trip.

I'll bump the equities guy
off the trip

and try to poach Anna
for our desk.

I like the tenacity.

That's all, thank you so much.

Christmas is a surprisingly
pricey time of year.

Good chance to see your brother.

Shame I can't join you.

Uh. To make it happen
you need CRMS to sign off on it.

I can't reassign equity coverage
relationships myself.

Eric's in charge of those
decisions now.

You'll have to ask him.

You really want to go up there?

Advice, don't get caught
in a knock up on Boxing Day.

Harper Stern...

Hey. Um...

I'm assuming...
from your new

30,000-foot view
of client relationships,

you have the granularity
on what client interactions

are the most lucrative?

They sent me a binder
full of art.

I can choose whatever I like.

Tasteful?

So, you know about
the FX trip to Berlin to meet

with Anna Gearing at FutureDawn?

Yup. Among many others.

Right.

So, I was thinking... I know
officially, technically

it's still an FX relationship
but, um,

I, sort of, hit it off with her
at the Rican investors event.

I'm terribly sorry
to interrupt...

- Um.
- did you comprehensively

consult the binder? You...
You're certain we shouldn't go

with the Chinese triptych?

I comprehensively consulted
the binder.

Uh. I was wondering
if maybe you could bump equities

and send me instead?

Uh, just so I'm clear,
you want me to reassign

equity coverage
on one of the biggest

equity accounts from
the equity sales desk to you...

a non-equity salesperson?

Uh, yeah.

Sure, I can do that.

Anybody seen
my fucking passport?

Sorry to...
have to pull you off

the desk for this.
I didn't want to intimidate you.

You're not intimidating
me, Kenny.

Okay, well it... it is quite
a sensitive subject. Uh...

Stale. Decorative maybe.

Nobody's actually bold enough
to eat them.

Uh, Wyndham's really quite sick.

I initially put it down
to his hypochondria,

but I just spoke to his wife
and he's actually

- in the hospital.
- Fucking hell.

Hmm.
He's through the worst of it,

but we all really need to pull
together in his absence.

Look, Kenny,
I'm really sorry Wyndham's sick,

but, um, I'm not gonna
be making up the shortfall.

I'm happy to do the Berlin trip,
but then I'm out.

We just can't afford
client churn with Wyndham gone.

It makes us look like
we need a daddy.

I'd hate to have
to jeopardize your move to PWM,

but if Jackie and Anna
don't jive,

I am gonna have to keep you here
to cover her.

It wouldn't be my doing,
the last thing I want to do

is to keep you from being happy.

It would be the needs
of the business.

Accio undergrad talent.

Yesterday, I was out
when they've got a walk-in...

You still up
for going back in time?

Oh, yeah, the train's
booked for this afternoon.

Great. Oxford. Isn't that
Harry Potter cathedral there?

Yeah.

"It's... it's levi-o-sa,
not levio-sa."

Right?

I want specific attention
to be paid to this girl.

Uh, woman.

Uh, undergraduate.
Daphne Mosson.

She was on our radar
over Spring Week,

expected a congratulatory
first in PPE,

President of the Union.
McKinsey, Goldman,

the Foreign Office
all made offers.

- That's impressive.
- I want her on this desk and it'll be a smoother sell

coming from someone closer
to her in... in age.

Failing that, you've got
your background.

Oh, you know, like...
Like Brit shit?

Go... go to this
recruitment dinner,

get her fed,
put a cap on her head.

Imagine you're Jon Gruden
and you wanna make her a Raider.

But... but something
that she might actually go for.

Right.

Yeah, you know, charm her.

Interpret that how you will.

Feel free to bring a grad.
Maybe the girl on FX?

- Sorry, woman.
- Cool.

Great.

- Cool.
- Cool.

All right.

Wow.
I don't think I've ever seen

anyone in here pre 9:00 am.

Once a banker always a banker.

I just... I can't believe
how much work there is to do.

Mm. Appreciate you
manning the fort.

I'd work in this office an hour
a week, tops, if I could.

- Too much, isn't it? Real life.
- Real people.

I have been asked to become
the new Minister of State

for Technology and Health.

I'd love for you to be a part
of my team.

What would change?

Maybe it'll stop
the PM from touching my knee

at the Spectator
summer party, eh?

Now, um...

this stays between
these four walls...

but Amazon are
a breath away

from acquiring every FastAide
in the UK.

I'm going to be chairing the
anti-competition committee around it.

Have you got a dog in the fight?

Personally, I think Rican's
a better landing place

for these NHS contracts than...

whatever hybrid Amazon
are planning with FastAide.

I... I don't think we need
a physical location for this

technology rollout.

Point is...

I want you to work on the prep
for this committee.

I thought you'd be
a bit more animated.

I'm so sorry.
Sorry, no.

That's a phenomenal opportunity.
Th... thank you.

Let's get you out of this
fucking office, yeah?

The thought of you stuck in here
depresses me.

- Hello.
- Hi, am I speaking

to Mr. Robert Spearing?

Uh. Speaking.

Hi, sorry
if this is a bit intrusive,

but I had to do a bit of digging
to find you.

My name's Jack Gove.

I'm tying up some legal
loose ends for Clement Cowan.

I'm the executor of his estate.

Mr. Cowan has left you
a number of items,

would you be so kind
as to send us

the correct postal address?

Hello?

Sorry, um...

Sorry...

Could you remind me
when they're having

the funeral, please?

It's this afternoon.

Hello?

Hello?

Oi, Digital Versatile
Disc! You throwing money

at it this Christmas?

I don't know what that means.

Are you paying for sex
this Christmas?

Only in Iran.

Nah, we're going
to Jacksonville.

You're not pallid, fat and bald.

Bertie in Equities is a pallid,
fat, balding man.

I don't appreciate this
last minute shift.

It's a clerical error.
I was always supposed to be

on the ticket.
I speak with Anna a lot.

There's been a lot of noise
around FastAide and Rican,

I mean, a lot of rumors.

Well, she's not going to trade
any fucking FX

through your CPS desk
while I cover her.

I told you this already.

Jackie,
you're the stranger here.

I have a relationship with Anna.
Harper has a relationship

with Anna.
We just need a smooth transition

for when I go to PWM.

We'll flank you,
sing your praises.

Please,
just let us do the talking.

You girls don't even know
you're born.

If I'd pulled a stunt like this
back when I was

in my third year, you've no idea
what the men on my desk

would've called me.

I haven't been
to Berlin since Brexit.

So, maybe let's keep
our voices down.

I'm still a proud member
of the European Union, Yasmin.

Let's go.

You did not have to let me
stay here. Thank you.

This is incredible.

Oh, it's just a pied-à-terre.

Hmm.

The housekeeper
still comes every day.

Mad, I know, but my dad
didn't want to reduce her days,

so we pay her to clean
a clean house.

Doesn't matter
how much money I earn,

they'll never let me
in these circles.

This is really cute.

Wow.

Capri.

Like, 2005? Ancient history.

Who is this?

Nanny.

Family friend,
I think she's like

Maxim's third cousin.

- Theresa.
- Hmm.

Bet your mom didn't like
having her around.

- Oh, sorry. Bad joke.
- Yeah. Well...

the same holiday,
I literally walked in

on my mom giving head

to the guy we chartered
the boat from.

Fuck.
I'd forgotten about that.

I thought your dad
was the away-from-home guy.

Uh, Jacks and I are thinking
of getting dinner later.

There used to be this insane
kebab place round the corner

but I can't remember
the last time I was here.

Um, I was actually reading
about this place on Eater

that I thought maybe
we could try.

- Sure.
- Hmm.

Sign me up
for a juicy chilled red.

Feels good to be back
on the continent, no?

Your rooms are on
the third floor.

- Opposite the Bridget Riley.
- Great. Thank you.

No worries.

Hey, thanks for thinking
of me for this.

I know it sounds kinda weird
but FX has always given me

too much independence.

Well, it's nice to have
someone to learn from.

- You know, I had this, um...
-

I guess "mentor"
is the right word,

but it sounds a bit arcane.

- What at Pierpoint?
- Yeah, in my first year.

Uh. He was a...

uh...
he was a junkie, really.

Heroin addict.
You know, like white-collar,

high functioning.

Sometimes, I used to cover
for him in the mornings

when he didn't come in.

And, you know, I...
I never really knew

whether to...
emulate him or... or pity him.

It doesn't sound like
he liked himself very much.

Oh, no, no.
No, he was a fucking riot.

You know, amazing salesperson.

And, you know, he was the first

aspirational man
that I had in my life.

Hmm. Uh.

It's such a weird feeling
being back here.

You know,
I used to work all the time.

- Did you get a first?
- I wanted one,

so badly.

Though I think my mom wanted me
to get one more.

- Like, immigrant mentality.
- Right.

- Yeah, well, try growing up here.
- Hmm.

Yeah. We moved down from Hull
when I was a kid

for my dad's work. Um...

I think that's why my mom
wanted me to get in so badly.

Yeah.

Uh, she died, um,
around the time I had

my interviews and...

You know, it's funny, I...

Like, all I remember is that...
I needed to get in.

- Yeah.
- You know, like,

it was the only way
I could think to honor her

or something.

And... and my dad
didn't give two fucks.

He's not really
made for this sort of stuff.

Probably why she left him.

Does he still live here?

I... had to take a year out.

Had a bit of a breakdown.

My tutor found me wandering
Cornmarket stealing copies

of Vogue from the WHSmith.

Yeah.

Uh, you must've spent your three
years pissed out of your skull?

You've never even seen me

- have a drink.
- Yeah, but I've spoken to enough

people at work to know
that before whatever

Damascene conversion you've had,

it sounds like
you were a lot of fun.

Yeah.

Well, you know,
I had to sing for my supper.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, uh, I was either

hungover and singing,
or actually pissed and singing,

or singing while anticipating
being pissed.

I was in the choir.

Oh, you're shitting me. Where?

Yeah, I was a choral scholar,
Christ Church.

Bullshit, no.
You're not a singer.

Yeah, I'm just winding you up.

Ah, I had this awful
Tory boyfriend at Christ Church.

Port and Policy wanker.

I used to love going
to communion there.

I found it so calming.

I might go tomorrow.

Fuck's sake. Anna's postponed.

She wants push the meeting
to the afternoon.

Well, ladies,
this is a fantastically

happy accident because now,
we can tie one on together.

Huh? Get to know each other,
shock horror.

Yeah, I think we might
get one more

and have an early night.

I'm only fucking with you.

What I fancy is
not co-worker vibes.

Oh.

Well, visiting Berlin
without the KitKat

is like Christmas dinner
without the Baileys.

Are you sure?

Absolutely! I am sick
of the sight of you.

No, you get a new clarity
when you have a few strangers

focused on your pleasure.

Enjoy your evening.

And morning.

I didn't feel like we wanted
to hang out with a colleague.

Hmm.

I can't believe

Pierpoint's got me
smoking again.

Classic.

Babe, should
we get a taxi to Bridge?

Um... I want to
be first in there

- so we get a table stand.
- Uh...

No. Don't worry about it.

No, go on.

Do you wanna grab a drink,
before the dinner?

Professionally, of course.

Maybe with the odd casual
intimacy of earlier

here and there.

I can't.

I'd love to.
But I've got to catch up

with an old friend.

See you at dinner?

Bye.

I've got a crew date
at Jamal's. Dreading it.

Give us a minute, mate.

I've got two pingers
and a couple

of bags of really shoddy K.
Will that be enough?

- Small or large?
- Make it a large.

Mate, this is the commemoration
ball, there's a lot us.

Reckon
we should have enough for...

Oi! Can I get
some service please?

No fucking way.

Hey.

Shit.

Why didn't you tell me
you were coming? Look at this.

You dress up for me?
Good looking suit.

Cheers.
A friend bought it for me.

But, uh, yeah.
I'm here for work.

- Recruitment.
- Working in recruitment?

Nah. Finance.

And it's much more
complex and important.

- Right.
- So, what do ya reckon?

You should have told me
you were coming,

- I would've cleared my evening.
- Yeah, well, I'm here now.

I'm working now.

He's pushing in.

All right, well then...

pour me a fucking drink then.

Silly mug. Net's down.
We're cash only today.

Let's have a bev.
I've gotta be somewhere soon.

Mate, I was here first.

I'm just serving someone.

- Beers. Yeah. Thank you.
- Two? Two minutes, mate.

Why's he dressed
like Alan Partridge?

Be nice.
That old sport isn't worth it.

All right, then.

Well, look, this is enough
for our drink, this cunt's drink

and everyone in here's
next round.

- So, have a drink with me.
- Excuse me?

Bob, I'll have a fucking drink
with you when I'm done serving

and I've finished up.

I didn't have to come
see you, you know.

- Serve this chap here then.
- I am.

- It's what I'm doing.
- That's what he was doing.

Yeah, can you bring me
a bottle of champagne as well,

yeah, Dad? I know you've got
a dusty one round here

somewhere. So, let's dig it out.

How would you know?
You never came in here

- when you were here.
- Can you just get it, yeah?

Serve this one here,

and then get it.

Chill out, mate.

Hey!

Merry Christmas
And Happy New Year...

Have you ordered? I didn't
realize you could get Champagne.

Can we get three bottles?

We don't have
to get another bottle,

if you don't feel up to it.

Was it something I said?

No. No, not at all. I'm...

You've been super generous.
More than I deserve. Honestly.

Okay. Phew. That's good.

'Cause, I don't know,
I've been, um...

examining recently

what it is I actually deserve.

Do you ever feel like
a lot of your life

happened to someone else?

- I try not to dwell on the past.
- Yeah.

- But it's everywhere.
- It's why I like our job.

It's like a perpetual
present tense.

Okay, forgive me for getting
personal, I'm a bit pissed.

Um, I've been seeing a lot
of my dad recently,

which is great, um,
but there's still...

I struggle to let him in
completely.

You felt like he rejected you,
so I mean, you know...

Yeah.

There's that.

But, um...

it's a deeper fear.

Well, you know
what Ja Rule says...

"Pain is loving."

God, is it "Ja Rule"?
I've always said "Ya."

No! Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

This is nice. Why can't we
be more like this? You know?

We're not getting paid
to be like this, right? So...

Right.

I have to tell you something
that's gonna make you laugh.

And in the spirit of this and...

I don't know, maybe,
I just need to say it out loud.

'Cause it's so fucking insane.

I thought I was gonna see
my brother here.

I thought he fucking
worked here.

I was messaging someone
on Insta and, I don't know,

I convinced myself he was here
but I didn't want to just

get on a plane
and come over here

because that's fucking insane.
And what if he wasn't? So...

So, when you said you
were coming on this trip,

I thought, "Why not?"

I don't know. I... I just got...

fixated on my own... fucking
conspiracy theory, I guess.

Let's go sit soft.

At home.

Where are we off to now?
Wearing all the doubt...

I am here to listen...

Could you give me
two seconds please?

- I'm sorry, I just gotta be sure.
- But I can't point it out

See you in myself

More than I can tell

I've had it up to here
And I've barely stepped out

Where are you off to now?

And push on, maybe we...

Wha...

What the fuck?

Harper?

Uh,
what are you doing in Berlin?

Uh. we're here for work.
I... I'm Yasmin.

Uh, John-Daniel.

Can we go somewhere
and talk, please?

Uh.

Well... well, we... we've, uh,
we've got plans to go out. So...

Uh...

Okay.

You smell like burnt oil.

Climb out, mate.

- Hello.
- Guess where I am.

You're in Oxford, you told me.

I'm outside the KA.

Don't go and see that prick.

I... I was unfair about him.

- See...
- I'm... I'm... I'm fucking slammed

with constituent
complaints, mate.

Please, be careful. All right?

All right,
you can't compare the two.

Look, for the last time,

let's settle the debate.
Tailors or mortars?

All right. Don't you
mean "Mortimer's," old boy?

By God, you're right.

Well, mortars used

to surgically remove the labor.

And no longer exist, so tailors

win by a country mile.

-
- Trust me, once you work

at Pierpoint, you've arrived.

I sort of felt like that
getting in here.

Like I'd feel that,
whatever that is.

No, I totally agree.
I basically smoked myself

into an eating disorder
when I was here.

I understand that all too well.

I mean, why would you train
your whole life

and then not take a gold medal
when we're literally offering

it to you? I mean,
I read all about you

because you're such
a talked-about property.

You know,
I wanted to come meet this star.

Oh, cringe.

Not at all. Own it.
You've earned it.

You've worked so hard,

so why would you pass up the
ultimate garland to your achievement?

I mean, just imagine what
it'd mean to your parents, yeah?

I'd hardly call it
an "ultimate garland."

I mean, it's a finance job.
She could do anything she wants.

Try a softer sell, jeez.

Then why do you
work for us? Hmm?

Because you knew you
were joining the best.

You know, you two,
you've got the same...

- Sickness?
- quality!

You know, you only wanna
join the best.

You only feel,
you know, satisfied,

like, existentially satisfied
when you're achieving, correct?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess
that's the case deep down.

Not sure if that's a
good thing, but yeah...

You're gonna find out
wherever you go,

whether it's fucking politics
or an NGO or whatever the fuck.

You're gonna find out
that you're buffeted around

by market forces and competition
and excesses of power,

and all the other shit. But
we don't cover any of that up.

We are the market leaders
in the worst stuff.

It just so happens that
the worst is also the truest.

So, come along.
What are you talking about?

You know what?
I'm teasing, obviously.

But, you know, I do think
it's a practical choice

-for a girl of your intelligence.
- Woman.

And honestly, your anxiety
about what to do next,

all I'm saying is, allay it.

You know,
we can allay it for you.

You know, you give us a year,

you'll learn a lot,
you'll get paid way more

than any of your peers
and if you don't like it

after a year?
Then you're free to go.

And if I get there
and feel nothing?

Well, then you're dead inside.

Look...

you're looking at you
in a year's time.

You're an anxiety-ridden
Type-A and you love it!

They do everything they can
to lock you in, in truth.

From what I can tell,
it's good to have options.

Can I get some water?

- Tap water is fine.
- Just do your fucking job, yeah?

What am I talking about?
Port, if you've got it.

Excuse me.

So, shall I talk you through a
potential pathway to running a desk?

We can make you big
in your own life.

Do you have any gum?
Hmm.

Oh! Danke.

Can we go in? It's cold.

- Ja.
- Danke.

You know so many languages.
A lot of nannies.

- I'm cold. Can we go in?
- He seems fun.

I've never even seen him
take a drink before.

- He was an athlete.
- Don't you think you should talk?

He's not like a big talker
or anything. So what?

Uh. I'm not judging,
I'm just being...

I'm just commenting objectively.

Well, don't. Comment objectively
on your own shit.

I can't be objective
about my own shit. Just yours.

Then don't fucking
involve yourself.

You have your shit
and I have my shit.

Let's just deal with
our own fucking shit, right?

Fuck. Fuck.

You can help push.

- Okay.
- One sec.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

- You good?
- Nailed it.

Ready? Up.

You hungry? Yeah,
I think I'm finally

coming down.

Who's Helene?

She liked and unliked
some like shitty photo

from a while back. And I thought
it was like, you know...

finger slip scrolling
or whatever.

Are you guys serious?

I recognized your hands
in a lot of her pictures.

Oh, what, you mean these hands?

Bro, how the fuck
do you recognize my hands?

Can I meet her?

Uh, well,
Helene doesn't party. So...

Well, I didn't think
you did either.

I'm not judging, I'm just saying
it was, like, a surprise.

Yeah, well, I don't anymore.

I'm six months sober,

so... Well... Fuck,
I was until tonight.

Sober?

Oh, my God.

I can't believe
you still wear that.

I only started wearing it
again recently.

Huh?

Do you remember
where I bought this?

Uh. Well, you stole it...
on the way to Des Moines.

You know, that was the best
I think I've ever seen you play.

I got so fucking lucky.

What? You were amazing.

I got, like,
a dozen lucky line calls.

Man, you got no idea the shit
Mom said to me before that game.

You know,
every time I hit the ball,

I imagined her face.

Honestly, it was never
fucking bigger.

I just never understood
why you left at your peak.

Yeah, Helene's got me better

at talking about this shit.

"Arrival, fallacy."

Uh, could... could you not try
and tell me how I felt?

You could have just asked me.

Nobody in our family ever wanted
my opinion on anything.

But...

fuck it. It's in the past now.

What did Mom say to you...

before you played?

She said, no cap.

Um, "You don't win,
you don't have a home here."

She was a fucking bitch.
She is a fucking bitch,

we both know that.

Yeah, well, you were the one
who forced me back out there.

So...

Forced you?

What do you mean?
I was encouraging you.

Perfection.
Perfection. Perfection.

Man, I did everything I could

to be a hundred percent perfect.

Forced practice,

hitting all the time,

chronic pain. Fucking...

hours of tape in a dark room.

You know, and I...

I, um, I get fixated
on the weirdest shit.

You know, like,
I'd be watching and be, like...

"Your weight's
on the wrong foot."

"Your weight's
on the wrong foot."

"Weight's on the wrong foot."

Fucking...

Why didn't you tell me
any of this.

The fuck, man.
You were indoctrinated, Harper.

The fucking...

the cult
of our family.

You know I ran away too, right?

I ran away from her, too.

Why does it feel like
I'm not talking

- to you right now?
- I don't know, dude.

Maybe you just don't fucking
like what you're looking at.

You know, you could've pulled
your head out of your ass

and just asked me
what was going on.

I should have asked.

You're right and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm asking now.

Fuck it. Let's go.

You are so elegant,

even after whatever it is
you did last night.

But all I can think about
is cleaning up your vomit.

Do you still see Maxim?

No.

I'm not really close
with that side

of the family anymore.

So, can I help you
with something?

I need to know whether
you had a relationship

with my father.

'Cause I have a mem...

I'm not exactly sure
what I remember.

I just know that there is
something I need to know.

We had a relationship.

- It ended. That's it.
- When?

- For how long?
- This is inappropriate,

- okay?
- Why?

Because you took his money?

Because he paid for all of this?

No, because you're going
to wake up my daughter.

You seem to know that, legally,
I can't speak about this.

So, why are you asking me?

How old is your daughter?

How old were you?

I was legal if that's what
you want to know.

I loved your father.

It was a long time ago
and it went on for too long.

But I loved him.

I'm going to call you a cab.

Nice to meet you.

How often
did you do this on tour?

Um...

All the time.

And, you know,
when I first got here.

Then I stopped.

Can't we just go home?

Decorations look good.

Yeah, we never take 'em down.

You fucking overdid it again,
didn't you?

Eat something solid
for fuck's sake.

You been on that horrible pub
grub gear.

Haven't you?

Yeah, you know me.

You look like shit
for a handsome lad.

- Thank God, I look like Mom.
- Hmm. Thank God.

She was a tyrant, you know.

Good word for her.
She were a bit, yeah.

She said horrible shit
about you.

She said it to my face, too.
She said I was static.

Don't worry about that.
She was restless,

just like you,
always in your ear.

She was in your ear a lot
about how you should be

and look, that's fine.

She loved you,
just 'cause I weren't,

doesn't mean I didn't.

Dad?

Dad, the last few years,

- I haven't been very...
- Hey.

You don't owe me anything.

It's always day one with us.

For yonder breaks
A new and glorious morn...

Are your kids in?

Your brothers? Yeah.
I was just about to get them up.

Fall on your knees...

Tyrants!

Come on, you little bastards,
out of bed.

- O hear...
- BOB SNR: Hey! Hey!

The angels' voices... Your brother,
Rob, is here, he's downstairs.

If you behave yourself, mate...

O night

Divine...

You have two new messages.

First new message.

Hi, it's Nicole, your client.

Look, obviously,
I don't miss you or anything

but you're my coverage,
so I expect you to return

my call.

Second new message.

Rob, hey, it's DVD.

So, I heard you had a good time
last night then, huh?

Well, that's great fucking work.

Daphne's in.
See you in the office.

Fall on your knees

O hear the angels' voices

O night divine

O night when Christ was born

O night...

"Achieving mental
strength may be tough"

but it will get you
real results.

Achieving mental strength
may be tough

but it will get you
real results.

Achieving mental strength
may be tough

"but it will get you
real results."

I want you to come back
to London with me.

Why would I do that?

I make enough money
to support us both.

I'll look after you.

You don't have
to live like this.

I like how I live.

It will be our secret.

We won't even have to speak
to Mom. It will just be us.

What us?

There was never
any us, only you.

Why are you saying that?

Harper, you're the most
selfish person I've ever met

in my life.

I'm selfish?

- Yeah.
- Our whole fucking life

was about you.

Do you know what it was like
growing up with you?

Oh, my God.

I have been living for you
from the moment

that I thought you were dead.
Because you know

that you're still
dead to me, right?

You know that I thought
you were dead?

You did that to me.

Every fucking year
on the day that you left,

I have to fucking live
with that.

Oh, okay, so, um...

So, you only thought about me
once a year?

No, thank you so much for that.
I really...

- I fucking appreciate it.
- You made me fail

the most important exam
of my life.

A fucking exam,
you see what I mean?

- Your fucking exam.
- I've been living a fucking lie.

I ma... I made you?

Why are you hiding?
Why are you hiding from me?

You need me to forgive you
for the fact that you ignored

how bad it was for me?

I mean, you celebrated
more than Mom did.

I was having a fucking
panic attack

and... and you pushed me
out to finish a tennis match.

- We wanted you to succeed!
- Don't!

I didn't know how bad it was.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry!
- See, that's bullshit.

That's fucking bullshit
or you wouldn't be here

with your fucking money
trying to fucking...

fix me.

And you're only here now
because you know

you're as guilty as she is.

You only give a fuck
about yourself.

You're not capable
of actual love...

'cause you're a fucking
narcissist.

You know...

on dark days...

I think...

you knew we shared
a womb together, but...

you knew...

that only one of us

was ever really
gonna make it out.

I'm sorry. I will do anything.

I'm begging you. I need
to get back to my life.

I need to get back to my life.
I need to get back to my life.

Helene, hey, hey, um...

I know this is meant to be more

of a passing of the baton,
put a face to a name.

As you know,
Harper is one of our best

young salespeople,
first on everything,

intuitive, worryingly brilliant.

And Yasmin is probably
the best young social operator

in this job
I've ever come across,

as you well know.

So, they're big boots to fill.

And, obviously, I'm one person,
but you're getting the totality

of the firm.

A united front? Right, ladies?

Well, I'm sorry to be
losing you, Yasmin,

and I look forward to continuing
the relationship with Pierpoint.

Perhaps, if all goes well,
you'll be covering me

in Wealth Management?

Something to aspire to.

And, uh, apologies again
for the short notice push.

I don't need to tell you
the kind of rumors

that have been circulating
the last couple of days?

It'd be super bearish for
my Rican position

if Amazon buy FastAide

and win those NHS contracts.

Harper, what's your view?

It's unsubstantiated.

Jessie said he hadn't been able

to get a hold of you.

Sounds like a shitshow
inside of a shitstorm.

I like to be very transparent
on hedging stuff.

Price, levels.

I imagine that's a side issue
headache for equity investors.

So, I'm just pain relief.

Perfect.

Are you okay?

Yeah, just a slight fever
I think.

Hey, guys. Do you feel that?

That energy?

There is not a single penis
in this room.

This bitch is hilarious.

Christmas at Di's.

My dad's so posh
he's basically disabled.

I think my mom's depressed.

Three wines in,

she started calling me
her "Chutney Prince."

Mild incident when Di
found my Viagra.

Xmas lad!

Beak and bubbles neuters me,
old boy becomes a slug.

Lift going down.

Yo, you barely opened
your mouth to me today.

Did you catch up
with your brother?

Did something happen in Berlin?

Did you like, um...

I don't know,
sleep with someone or something?

Is that all your imagination
is capable of?

Did I sleep with someone?
What if I did?

Third floor, Pierpoint Services.

Doors opening.

I'm fine.

Maybe you just don't like
what you're looking at.

Doors closing.