All language subtitles for Industry S02E06

Double check
their shorting closure

amid a resurgence...

Have I got
a Christopher Stefanowicz

in research?

Speaking.

- You look at UK pharma, right?
- I do, yeah.

Do you cover
FastAide Chemist group?

Anything behind the rally
into the close? I... I thought

it might be the ex-Amazon guy
becoming the new CTO.

Uh,
that's quite a bullish signal,

yes, but it's already priced in

and we don't really publish
about it anymore.

Uh, try the cash equity guys
in New York.

Sorry, I'm out to dinner.

When asked about institutional

investors' sums...

Is there a pharma trader
on the desk I can speak with?

Yeah, is that London?

It's a small UK-listed equity,

but can you tell me
what's going on with the name

FastAide Chemist Group?

I'm wondering why it keeps
ticking up even after market.

Where is it indicating to open?

Sec, sec... um,
plus 30.

What the fuck? Sor... uh,
excuse me for the ripe language.

Don't apologize.

Stock's a piece of shit.

Uh, you know, I guess it tends
to be very choppy.

Oh, wait, hang on, one sec.
I'll be right back.

Nah, you seen Reddit?
Check Wall Street Bets.

FastAide's mentions are out
of control.

Guess it makes sense. Enormous,
short base, busted company.

Retail investors on Reddit
are trying to save it

from hedge funds,
but, you know, they're short

- and want it to fail, so...
- People keep saying,

that it's the "darling
of the British high street,"

- whatever that means.
- Retail investors

are obviously nostalgic
about it,

the same way they were
about GameStop, Nokia,

Blackberry.

Well, hold onto your hats
if you're short though

'cause this is about to rally.

I told my biggest client
to be short, in size.

I told him FastAide was going
to zero.

Well, is he a hat guy?

I mean, tell him to hold
onto it.

I'd get him out ASAP.

Good evening,

Mr. Bloom
is currently unavailable,

but please feel free to leave
a message with me.

Okay. It's Harper Stern
from Pierpoint calling again.

I... I need to talk to him
about his FastAide short.

I'll be sure to pass that on.

- Here you go ladies.
- Oh, my God.

Why do they keep bringing
us these?

I feel like every time
I finish one, there's another

waiting to be dispatched.

I asked them
to keep them coming.

Days go by, no reply,

The smoke high

On the avenue...

Ladies.

My antenna were up
for overt displays of joy.

Drew me over.

So, how about a few
to celebrate Yasmin's big move

to PWM?

- On me? Not in me, obviously.
- Yeah, I hear the tonic water's

really great here.
And why don't you fuck off back

to the bar and buy yourself one
as a leaving gift to me?

Kenny.

Wow. That seemed like

- an outsized reaction.
- It was undersized, trust me.

I am so glad to be leaving.

All right.

I'm looking forward
to working on you.

Sorry, with you... My English.

You see?

I think your
English is better than mine.

See?

Simpler.

It's, uh...

It's not a good idea.
It's the best idea,

but it's not a good idea.

Nothing quite like a promotion

to make your life
feel worthwhile.

What are you doing here?

Came down a day early.

Thought it'd be nice to see you
outside the usual

- family context.
- Oh, thanks.

Tell me all about the new job.

I haven't actually
moved up, yet.

It's not exactly a "SPAD" role,

but she needs some help
organizing

this anti-competition thing

that's taking up all of her time
and, uh...

That's so exciting. Well done.

It's great to have someone
to fight for our interests

- on the inside.
- Mm. How's it been?

Better, obviously.
But you know.

They've advised
we have PTSD therapy.

- Oh.
- But I don't have enough time.

I think I've got an opportunity
to move to Chelsea

and Westminster hospital,
if I make consultant though.

I've been doing night shifts,
and found myself half applying

for an MRes in Experimental
Neuroscience at Imperial.

Then I drift off,
wake up and get back to work.

I don't think I'm going to take
the promotion.

I know it sounds
a bit New Labour,

but I feel like I'm making
a difference in ways

I can actually see.

And it's tiny and tiring, but...

it's definitely there.

You gotta do, what you gotta do.

But Mom would be fucking
relieved,

- if you took the new job.
- I'm enjoying what I'm doing.

You know she knows
you left Pierpoint, right?

- Sadie...
- The world's best

- worst-kept secret.
- The only person I told

about you was Auntie Mama.

And A, they don't speak,
and B, I wasn't specific.

I just said
I was writing a book.

Lord have mercy.

- And what did she say to that?
- She told me to "stop dancing"

and "find employment."

Are you seeing anyone
at the moment?

Yes.

Do you want to go up to Eton

together tomorrow?

I'm going to get there early
and have lunch with Isaac.

I've got to be here.

Hmm.

- Uh, Rish?
- Yeah?

Where's FastAide indicating
to open?

Plus 40 percent.
Still top of Reddit.

- Power to the people, eh?
- Ah, the illusion of power.

Dunno, you know,
these retail investors, man.

Any clueless knobhead
with a phone

shouldn't be allowed to download
an app,

punt around and move the market.

Why not? It's democratic.
We're just clueless knobheads

- but with more screens.
- And better tailoring.

You know my mom bought
my baby formula from FastAide.

Be a shame if it went tits up
like Woolworths.

I don't think a couple
of clueless knobheads

are gonna save this.

Rish, does this squeeze
have any legs?

It'd be fucking painful
to be short.

Uh, Pierpoint's axed
the right way.

Even if Reddit's just noise,
it's... it's not harmful noise.

Remember, the, uh, Bloomberg
Invest conference today

has the potential
to be a dynamite catalyst

in the medical space.
There's a lot of flow around it.

Yeah, this is a day
of bloodletting

and king-making.

It does have
an atavistic feel, yes.

You what?

Oh, atavistic. Uh, like,
um...

Primal.

That's fucking right mate.
That's fucking... right.

Tell me you got Jesse
to buy FastAide.

The guy's now 40 percent
of the desk's flow.

I gave you the autonomy
to cover him,

and part of that contract means
you need to sell him

on the desk's ideas.

It's bring your kid to work day.

I wanted to see
where Mommy worked.

You look smart,
if a little uncomfortable.

Yeah, I better get used to it.

Gucci ties for fireside chats.

Can't exactly go to a Bloomberg
conference wearing

a Black Dog Tavern T-shirt
from '98.

You're going
to Bloomberg Invest?

Can't you just send a senior PM

to present your firm's
top three ideas?

Sometimes,
it's not about the idea,

it's about the suitably
attired presenter.

They want me to talk
to the future of telemedicine.

For all intents and purposes,
my investment in Rican

makes me look like
a thought-leader there.

They don't know
I got you into it.

Mm-hmm. Plus, I'm thinking
of taking

on a more ambassadorial role.

Presidential even.
Out of the day to day,

you know, chart watching.

I owe you a tremendous apology
for going AWOL.

I had some personal stuff.
It will never happen again.

People have personal stuff
going on all the time.

That's literally
what being alive is.

You know, I didn't come
to London to, uh, work.

How is Leo?

How the fuck would I know?
You see him more than I do.

Look...

when I met you in the hotel,

I had no intention of talking
to you quite as much as I have.

But given that I've invested
all of that time,

and given the opportunity cost
of all that time invested...

how dare you not pick up
the fucking phone to me?

I tried calling you
several times.

After missing several
of my calls.

Jesse, I have done everything
to facilitate your business.

I got you into Rican
at an amazing discount.

The telemedicine play.

And I took you short

on FastAide,
their biggest competitor.

How's that going for us?

I even took the flow away
to Goldman to do it.

It was that high conviction
of view.

It simply hasn't worked yet.

There's a group
of Reddit school shooters

trying to force me out
of that fucking FastAide short.

There's no way that they know

you have a position.
It's not personal.

What do you know?
They fucked me on GameStop too.

They think I'm a vulture
profiteering

off of everything bad
in the world.

All my peers are stopping out.

Well then that's their loss
because FastAide

is going to zero.

What if Bezos comes back down
to Earth and decides

to make FastAide
Amazon's next pet?

Brick and mortar is dead.

If not today, then tomorrow.

No matter what any tech bro
tells you.

There he is.
Dimples 2024, over here.

I was just telling Harper here,
how my, uh, coverage at Goldman

has advised me to stop out
of my FastAide short.

Your, uh, you're short
on my favorite equity story?

Uh, I think Goldman
thinks it's unbecoming

that I'm getting pounded

by a group
of involuntary celibates.

Think I should, uh,
cut my losses,

before I'm too deep in the red
and I end up on the front page

- of the Journal.
- Well, the Reddit squeeze

is a distraction
from the acquisition story.

The Amazon guy joining is just
the first signal.

Amazon buy FastAide, uh,

I reckon they become favorites
to win the hot NHS contracts

and blow competitors like Rican
into irrelevancy.

Harper.

What would you do?
Would you stop out of FastAide

or would you run it?

Obviously, as a member
of the Pierpoint CPS desk,

I would have never
taken you short.

Wouldn't you?

But if I were your coverage
at Goldman, I would say...

"What is your threshold
for pain,

if you believed in the idea
in the first place?"

Danny, final thing.
If your coverage had gotten you

into a structurally
broken company like FastAide,

with a massive short base,
and then hid when it began

to rip the other way,
what would you do?

Call them an amateur
and pull the line.

Oh, yeah, without a doubt,
line out, finished.

Yeah? So what have we done
to deserve your presence?

Oh, well, I just wanted
to make Harper look

like a, uh, rock star
on the desk.

You gonna tell me
what the fuck's going on?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Spare me.
What was that dance?

- He's eccentric.
- You're his coverage.

Our highest conviction long
this quarter has been FastAide.

Why is he short at the point
of pain? Explain that to me.

Do you really think he listens
to me?

I'm a fucking
third year analyst.

He keeps me around
because I'm young

and a woman and I nod at him.

Do you expect me to buy
that shit?

Whatever happened in Berlin,
whatever is happening

between us personally, we...

We established a very healthy
working relationship.

So if you're in trouble,
just say.

I can't believe I'm talking

about this on the hoot,
but for better or for worse...

- But don't lie to me.
- Loads of kids...

- on the internet...
- We don't come back from that.

Are making FastAide
the market story of the day.

I have nothing to do with this.

This is why guys like Bloom
are so hard to cover.

You're...
you're disposable.

He's probably got a Harper
working at every other place

- on the street.
- I doubt it.

It's about over,
plus 30 percent.

So, I'll be fielding questions
on flow color for ten minutes,

and ten minutes only.
This is beneath me. Thank you.

That's your ego speaking.
You might have heard

Adler's coming over for Rif,
but that's just a ruse.

Between us, I'm not supposed
to say this yet,

but colleague to colleague,
I've earmarked you for New York

when we subsume the London desk.

You can cover Jesse from there.

You can have
whatever glory you need.

But I'm gonna help you call
the plays.

You've made Jesse too important
to us now.

That decision's
already been made?

What about the rest of the desk?

Couple of weeks ago. Firmly.

They're still deciding who
to take to New York, but...

CPS London's cooked.

And you've known
the whole time. Right?

Adler talked to me
a couple days ago and...

he asked me who
was worthy of being

beamed up to the mothership.
I said,

you. And, of course, Bloom.

All we have to do now is sing
from the same hymn sheet

and everything will be golden.

You told me not to give a fuck
about your personal life.

Just don't lie to me in here,
Harper. Okay?

You still up
for Tough Mudder next week then?

Oi, Hanani. Is it possible to be
long vega but short gamma

on an option structure?

- Uh, I don't know.
- Oh, answer the question,

you ditzy cunt.

Yeah, yeah, answer it,
you silly bitch.

Have you ever been horrible
to anyone in your life?

That was fucking pathetic.

Sorry, I have no idea
what's going on.

Whoo!

- Fucking hell.
- Got you a gift.

You shouldn't have.

Wow. Is it Tiffany's?

Oh, fuck off, clean-shirt.

In case you get bored on the way
to the meeting.

Well, that's very thoughtful.
Thank you.

Shame Wyndy's not here.

Yeah, thoughts and prayers.
Anyway, uh...

I didn't realize...

how much I enjoyed
having you around.

I appreciate you.

Nice one.

Kenny. Uh, I'm really sorry
about last night.

I'm not exactly sure what
I said, I know it was heinous,

- given that I woke up ashamed.
- Ah...

they asked me to weigh in
with a practical joke as well.

I didn't know if
it was inappropriate or not.

And also, I didn't know how long
it was gonna take,

but once it was started,
I was all in, so...

- I don't really use a stapler.
- Yeah, I had to Amazon it.

Joke still stands though.

Is that like a sober thing?

- I'm really lost.
- You should, uh...

you should really watch
more telly.

Good luck.

Thanks, guys.

- Nice one. Fucking LOL.
- Uh-huh.

Pierpoint, Yasmin speaking.

It's your new boss.

Can you take an hour off
for lunch?

Yeah. Sure.

I'm very free.

You're based
in Notting Hill, right?

FastAide opens up at 45 percent.

That is wild, wild shit.

How'd they pull themselves away

from their stepsister porn
long enough to buy the stock?

Fuck's sake,
go down you piece of shit.

Uh, you know it's like CVS
or Boots in the UK.

Oh, do you have, uh,
a Robinhood account?

Yeah, they're... they're not...
Actually not allowed here.

I know we haven't really spoken,
um, since Berlin.

I'm here to talk about it
whenever you want.

I mean, obviously,
not right now.

Whenever else.

There's nothing really to say.
Super fun trip though, right?

Yeah. Super fun.

You sure you're okay?

I've drunk myself into infamy.

Can I have one
of your vitamin C tablets?

I have a client lunch, um,

- need to equilibrate the brain.
- You don't have to ask,

you can just come take it.

It's my last day
on the desk today.

Nice. Congratulations.

It means we're not going to be
seeing so much of each other.

I'm not gonna be
in your eyeline.

- It's not a very big building.
- It's quite big...

Sorry, is there something else
that I can help you with?

It's just this morning
has been a bit crazy.

Fuck's sake,
I should have been in long PA.

This thing is moving.

You sure you're not gonna
miss this?

Well, you should come over
for dinner sometime.

I've got a new pizza oven,
in the garden and it's harder

to get going
than a nuclear reactor.

You might be able to work it.

H, have you seen Bloomie?
Gus' boss

just got elevated
to Health Minister.

So that's bearish FastAide,
bullish Rican?

Nah, it's bullish FastAide,
bearish Rican.

- That's right, ain't it, Harper?
- Sounds good. Let's find a time.

- I'll miss you.
- Miss you too.

What, when Bono retires?

What?

Fuck the FCA, mate.
I think I'm gonna have to get

a burner and download Robinhood.
These geeks are making money.

Turin in '05,
I bunked onto the plane,

- and bumped into the ground.
- You did?

The first time we played
Juventus since Heysel.

It was fucking heavy, lad.
F... Police escorts,

fucking raining bottles
of piss and coins.

That's when you feel alive.
I went missing for two days

- after, you know?
- You stop going?

Sorta fell away, you know.

Tickets were expensive
and then my mates...

they stopped sorting me
'cause I kept going missing.

Hey, I think I'm too much
for some people, you know, lad.

- Nah, you're all right mate.
- Yeah?

Hey, listen, look have you, um,

have you managed to find
a counsellor?

No, it's just, look, um...

It's just that
I've been given, a...

A few months wait they said.

- Well, come on, given what?
- Nothing.

But look, it's...
I'm not qualified to talk to you

about that kinda thing.
It's irresponsible.

What about the guy
I connected you with?

Oh, him? Nah...

crap.

There's this service
we're hoping to roll out

to the public eventually.

At the moment,
it's a bit pricey,

but I'll be happy to cover you
for a few sessions.

Nah,
you don't have to do that, lad.

No, no, look, as many as you need.
Just go to the app store

and look for Rican.

- Hey, what's funny?
- Oh,

you got no idea, have ya?

- What?
- A fucking app store on that?

- That's your phone?
- Yeah.

- Looks like Lego.
- Look, it vibrates and everything.

Hey, bum head, have you never
seen one of these?

Look, um, I've... I've got, uh,
I've got a thing

out of town today, but...

I'll be right here
when you're back this evening.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Sound.

My house isn't exactly
a renowned lunch spot.

Although, there is the original
Ottolenghi round the corner,

if you want to order in.

- Would you like a drink?
- Water, if you have it.

Yeah.

I have water.

I live in a major conurbation.

London, so, uh...

Yeah.

I have water.

Don't be nervous.

I'm not nervous.

I want to taste you.

I don't really think your
little brother's confirmation

is the most apposite place
for you

to show up with a puckish
little twink.

Within the queer taxonomy,

I wouldn't say you're very
twinkish.

Yeah.

They're not totally backwards,
but there will be

a few pregnant stares for sure.
It's not fair on Isaac.

Have you told them
about your promotion?

I'm not taking it.

Enjoying speaking
to troubled people

on the margins too much?

See, that's exactly the kind
of tone that you pretend to hate

though it comes out your mouth
a lot.

I actually really fucking enjoy
that work.

It's rewarding in a way
that I know my family

just won't understand.

Mum's been in Ghana.

Dad's not been able to get out
of Angola. Until now.

It's weird.

Jesse moved to London

and it feels like we're in
a longer-distance relationship.

He took me to the British Museum

on the weekend, and was like,
"Look at all this cool

old shit."
And I was like,

"Yeah, it is cool,
all this old shit."

And like, I mean, I didn't say
this obviously, but...

those years are gone.

What about your offer?

Apparently, it's still pending.

Hey, they give them out
in December.

Why didn't you just tell me
you didn't get in?

You worked really hard.

It's okay to admit
you're disappointed.

I wanted to get in.

You made me wanna get in.

And I didn't and that's fine.

Billionaire's son
doesn't get into Oxford.

Cry me a fucking river.

Train's been cancelled.

Frozen track. Fuck.

Fuck it.

I'll play the card.

Jesse, can you, um, send a car
to take us to school?

Harper!

How are you?

I've thrown myself headlong
into my new opportunity

from the spacious confines
of my garret.

You're fucking miserable?

Are you okay?

Uh...

no.

No, I'm in trouble.

- Past fucked?
- Yeah.

"Past fucked.
Do not collect 200 dollars"?

- No, yeah. I'm fucked.
- Oh, boy.

Ignorance is bliss.

Thank you.

In all honesty,

I've been thinking
of finally hitting a bid away.

I've started taking calls,

stopped hanging up
on headhunters.

- High time I hitched a lift.
- So, nothing's sticking?

Surely you could just walk
into any other job.

At the same level? Course,
I've got the contacts.

I'm not sure they love me
for me.

I'm pretty sure they
never loved me...

just for me.

I've started talking
about my feelings

a little more as you can see.

Text when
you're waiting for me, yeah?

When I hired you...

what'd I look like to you?

Mr. Pierpoint, right?

But I could be,
Mr. Morgan Stanley, Mr. Nomura.

I wouldn't want
to be Mr. Nomura,

but that's by the by.

These institutions
are just shells

that shelter you
and your key-client relationship

and if you keep that,

you can manage
someone like Bloom,

you can migrate from place
to place.

They'll fucking house you,
pay you up,

and call you family.

You become bigger
than the institution.

You have Bloom,
you don't need Pierpoint.

What about your skills?

What are my transferable skills,
I mean, really?

And my current client list
isn't exactly something

you'd pay up for.

Don't sound so defeated,
it doesn't suit you.

Well, who was responsible
for my defeat?

You were.

The moment you'd accepted
you lost.

And Daniel, of course.

It's the quietly motivated ones
you gotta watch out for.

What are you talking about?

You don't feel the knife

when it goes in right
between your ribs.

FastAide coming off
its high here.

Rish-Rish, what's behind
this reversal in FastAide?

Any ideas?

Sec. Sec. It does look that way.
I'm just digging on IB. Sec.

So, This is where it happens,
huh? All that learning.

Um, Leo
said you needed transport,

is he here? Hmm?

Ah, hey. I didn't see,
uh, taxicab driver

in my future but, uh,
we are where we are.

Why are you here?

You know, I ask myself
the same thing

every time I'm away from my rig.

You know I can
do whatever I want right?

So I have two very conspicuous
looking escalades

waiting outside.
It's like I'm moving weight.

One is going to take you

to the chief nursery
of England's statesmen,

and the other one is gonna take
you and I

wherever you wanna go, Leo.

Can you just give me
a lift into town?

Gus. When am I gonna see
some ROI on all that cash

I dropped on Leo's tutelage?
I mean, you're fucking my son,

the least you could do
is get him into college, right?

- What the fuck?
- Don't worry,

you know I'm an ally.

It's not financially viable
not to be

in the current culture.

He's, um, he's still waiting
to hear back.

All right. I cleared my entire
schedule for today...

and you are gonna have lunch
with me.

Why are you dressed like
pound shop GQ?

I don't know what that is.

I have an evening engagement.

I am a public figure, Leopold.
Your father's a public figure.

All right? Are you not
in any way proud of that?

Not particularly, Dad, no.

Well, you know what?
Neither am I.

Apple does not fall far
from the tree.

Sorry, sorry, Jesse,
I really do need to go.

Are you okay
to let yourself out?

Yeah. Yeah, the car
is waiting for you.

We can continue this
on the way home?

- Just drop me off in town.
- Hey, dude.

Uh, hey. I'm...
I'm really trying now.

Can you... can you give me
a break?

Can you not do this
in front of Gus?

It's not what he expects
from a public figure.

I really do appreciate the lift.

I bet your parents are proud.

All we have is work, huh?

Listen Jesse, I think this thing
is about to move

- our fucking way.
- I'm done with you.

- Why did I pick up?
- Why did you pick up?

I'm fucked if I know,
but we can psychoanalyze

the whys of you and me
when I'm old and you're older.

But, right now,
you just need to listen.

FastAide very fucking fragile

up here now.
Most of the key shorts

have been cleared out
and positioning is much cleaner.

I assume there's a couple
of big institutional guys

still to go.
Those Reddit virgins

don't ever really stand
a chance against fundamentals

and gravity.

So the party's over?

Our short's moving
in our direction.

Prudent to stop out
at a more favorable level.

No, our party's just starting.

Do you trust me?

I don't know where you're going
with this.

That whatever, ineffable,
subconscious thing,

do you have that with me?
Do you trust me?

Look your trader says
it's held up by air.

After the last guy stops out,
it's cratering.

And that last guy is me.

That's not the trade.
That's not our trade.

I'm not stopping out.
I am not letting you walk away

from this with a loss.
We sell more into the reversal.

And we pummel this bitch
until she yelps.

That's all very cute,
but you heard your trader.

He thinks it's going down now,
from his lips to God's ears.

He's not going to put
in a strong bid.

- I mean, w... what's the catalyst?
- Yes, it's going down.

But that is the trade
after the trade.

First, he needs to think
it's going up...

because a big investor
still needs to buy to cover

in order to stop out.

You are gonna be
that big investor.

I'll make sure he reads you
the wrong way.

We are going to cheat him.

We're gonna tell him
that you're stopping out,

he'll think you're buying
to cover the short,

so he'll set his price high.

We'll get his price,
and then we'll sell through him

and move this thing
our direction.

- You pull this off...
- Then you are my client.

And you will tell everyone.

And if I wanna go to MS, GS,
CS, Citi, fucking Mars,

you will tell them
that I am the guarantor

of your business.

You make this happen,
maybe we are talking again.

Sec.

Rish, Bloom's in max pain.
He shorted a ton of FastAide

through Goldman and he wants
to stop out through us,

cut his short. Can we help?

If he can hear me,
if the prick can hear me...

He get that?

Tell him I, uh, I love the name.

No, no. I... I adore the name.
I introduced the name

to my parents after I rattled
her seven ways to Sunday.

That's how much I love FastAide.

Getting out is gonna cost him.

Okay, he gets it.
You have a big dick.

You know his direction?

He has to buy to cover
to stop out.

He wants to know
how wide you'll be

- in 19 million shares.
- Actually, tell him,

the exact amount
is 18.952 million,

then he'll definitely think
it's an unwind

and I'm getting out.

Sorry the exact amount is, um,
18.952 million shares.

Full size, only you.

Okay, last trade
was 92, trading up.

I can make him
60 points wide around my mid

on 18.952 million,
if he guarantees to trade now.

Fuck Dodd Frank.
How're you left?

Tell him to wait.

85/45 around 3.
He like it?

Make him wait.
We'll get a better price.

Off. Higher now, make him 95/55.
I'm taking him to the cleaners.

Do the man there.

- Yours. Sell, sell, sell.
- Yours.

Bloom sells 18.952 million
at 295.

I'm quietly impressed.

Um...

"yours"? What do you mean
fucking yours?

I mean, he sells.

Are you mentally challenged?

Are you out
of your fucking tree?

He guaranteed you a trade.
On your spread. On your price.

Not a direction.

You read him too far,
took the piss, he called you out

and that's that.

Do you think I'm soft?

You put your hand up to signal
we were done and he was a buyer.

You misread my signal.

I told you to wait,
and then I signaled to sell.

Rish, we have a verbal contract.
You know that.

Shit happens. Let's just eat it.
It's Bloom. He's satisfied...

Harper, I'm the fucking spiv.
You don't spiv the spiv.

You knowingly helped Rishi
read him the wrong way.

So Rishi laid three points
above the fair price,

expecting Jesse to buy it
off him.

Right! And now I'm long
a load more of this shit

at a shit price.
I'm in a 75-million-dollar hole.

I heard the whole
sorry fucking thing.

I was patched
into your line, Harper.

Well, then,
why didn't you fucking step in?

I wanted proof of who she was.

She's blown up my entire year.

You're gonna be losing friends

- with this kind of behavior.
- And who are you then?

Face value?
I knew you were full of shit.

Go fuck yourself.

I have to take this upstairs
immediately.

Immediately.
Log out of your Bloomie.

Fucking now!
I'm not fucking around!

Well, would you look at that,
it's starting to tick up.

Turns out your man's no match
for the internet, love.

Get off my fucking floor.

“The room was in that disorder,
produced only by those

who have always had servants.”

Hemingway.

About a very rich girl
who doesn't know

what she's doing with her life.

Was she hot at least?

I've never come that many times.

So many... stages.

And I've never been
with a married person before.

I've never thought of myself as

- I'autre femme.
- La maîtresse.

I wouldn't worry.

Elsa and I have our rules.

When it developed to the stage
it got to last night,

I had to tell her.

It's just how we operate.
It works for us.

What did you say?

I told her I was in danger
of breaking one of our rules.

Surely people don't actually
have rules

- around these things.
- Uh, yes.

We established them

when we established
that she was the more

open partner
in our open arrangement.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to freak you out.

I don't mean
to use such practical language.

Elsa is very exacting.
She's a QC, you see.

How long have you been open?

That's Elsa's phrasing.

I prefer polyamorous.

She's not one for monogamy.

She was very promiscuous, and,
I guess it was the '70s.

Then she had a cancer scare
in her 50s,

but I needed some parameters.

She's seeing someone,
so why can't I?

It's nice to be
in an institution as comforting

as marriage
and not feel trapped.

I know you're younger
than me, but surely

you're not naïve enough
to think...

I'm not just a little... messy,
huh?

Good lunch?

Have you seen what that analyst

at Alliance Bernstein's saying
about FastAide?

The Gerry Adams looking one.

Nah, I'd say he's more
Harold Shipman.

Similar vibe, though.

Is this... is this Robert?

Oh, yeah, the old glasses...

- Um.
- Beard aesthetic.

Big criminal energy that combo.
You rock that combo...

- In joke.
- Hmm.

What is he saying?

Nothing interesting
actually, the more I listen.

Our sense of humor
has matured since then.

Do you know him?

He's kind of mentoring me.
I think.

Interesting path to follow.

Gerry Adams and Harold Shipman

would make a better equity
analyst than this fella...

Actually,

I'm more and more certain
he is one of the good ones.

Uh, don't worry,

I'd never let myself get used
and abused.

Good. So,
you shouldn't, me neither.

I know I've not been
much of a mentor.

At all.

But if you ever need anything,
I'm just upstairs.

Thank you.

Okay.

Somewhere to be?

Oh, just a work thing later.

We're staying in London
for a week.

Come round for dinner.
You and Leo.

You can see your nephews.
You know, in person.

I'm sorry
I've been a bit absent.

How are they?

Walking reminders
that we're all going to die.

They're walking, already?

I look at them and think "Fuck",

we haven't got much left,
have we?"

- That sounds morbid.
- It's fantastic!

Reminds me I'm alive.

You know, we'll blink and be
back here with both of them.

Kwaku tried to sign them up
from the hospital

the moment they were born.

Apparently, they don't do
that anymore.

Well, seems more meritocratic.

It's a miracle we got him here.

He's having
some behavioral issues.

I think they'd appreciate it
if you visited him

once in a while. Talk to him.
Get him back on the right track.

You know you have
to take that promotion, right?

It's admirable,
what you've been doing,

it really is.
And we're all proud of you...

but you need to get going again.

We're not going to just let you
throw your life away.

That seems a bit melodramatic.

Well, we're all prone
to melodrama in this family.

You told them you'd do
three years at Pierpoint.

You did less than a year.

You spend a year treading water.

Frankly, wasting time,
not contributing.

Static yet unstable.
You've barely seen any of us.

They give you latitude
in other parts of your life.

- What does that mean?
- You know what it means.

And they don't really care
anymore.

I mean, they care as little now
as they're ever going to care,

but this instability,

they won't tell you this,
but it kills them.

I'm working now. And it's
tantamount to social work.

It has no visible trajectory.

You're bailing out the boat
but the water's just rushing

back in through the holes.

One man can't make
a difference there.

Oh, that's a virtuoso piece
of rhetoric, well done.

- She'd be proud.
- She'd be a lot less subtle

if she got going.

They just want us to live up
to their expectations.

Otherwise, what else
was all this for?

I'm not sure that's physically
or spiritually possible.

Well, then just live up
to your own.

Don't you think
you have a responsibility

to give your kids what you got?

You going to do that
on seventeen grand a year?

It's time to stop dancing.

In the name
of the Father and of the Son,

and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Oh, thank fuck
I don't work in equities.

Yas, who's Mark Michaelides'

number two at Millennium?

Sorry, it was a Wyndy contact.
He's about to jump on.

Samuel Shinner.

Sam! Uh, S... Samuel.
Are you going now?

Samuel, can I call you
back in five?

Cheers, buddy, thank you.

I'm gonna concede
I have too active of a sex life

- to be a Redditor.
- Hey!

But I respect them.

Thanks.

So,

how many times a week do you
expect to be entertaining then?

Five. Couple of lunches,

the odd weekend here and there,
my entire life.

Silverstone, Ascot,
Henley that sort of thing?

Stamps on a drunken
asshole's passport.

You know, you spend
that much time with your boss

and they're effectively
your spouse.

Well, that's why you don't cross
a line, do you?

Uh, fuck, Kenny that really
was not a dig at you, um...

Uh, honestly, it was a promise
to my future self.

Future selves, eh? They are
pesky fuckers to please.

Mm-hmm.

Look, I don't know
if it's having

to pick up Wyndy's slack

or the prospect of actually
having to manage people

with some degree of competency,
but I feel like I need to...

Oh, no, no, please. It's, um,
it's entirely unnecessary.

- Honestly you don't need to...
- You give someone like me

- a little bit of power and... I dunno...
- It's a hierarchy.

- I... I get it, I get it.
- No.

Nah, that's shit.
It's scapegoating.

I sat under Wyndham

and he was never anything
but fair to me,

and sometimes I wonder
what my career would look like

if I had to work under someone
like me. Y'know, like I was.

Well, it's a lottery
who you get to sit next to.

Um... I've won plenty of those
in my life, so it's fine.

- Honestly, it's fine.
- I'm, uh...

I'm glad you're ending up
somewhere

you're gonna flourish.

Because I... I actually do,
I want that for you.

And, um...

I'm sure you don't want to hear
anything about me

for the millionth time.

Um, and you're probably worried
that this is just, uh,

some more bullshit about my own
bullshit, but...

from a place of empathy...

or like, as close as anyone
can physically hope

to understand how somebody else
must have felt.

And I need to say this
to you, um...

I am so sorry, Yasmin.

Hey, Leo. I think
you should give your dad a call.

No, I just don't think
you should lie to your family.

Yeah, call him.

You telling him
will be way more meaningful

than the content
of what you actually say.

Okay. Okay, gotta go, good luck.

Martingale always loses,
eventually.

I'm gonna eat the loss.
Stop out through Goldman.

Jesse, who are we kidding?

This is you.
This is not about the money.

What is it about then?
You tell me.

I look like I'm about to go
on Leno.

Like a fucking clown.

What is this about?

You can't buy the first flush
of a career.

That white heat of a career
trajectory just starting out.

You gave that to me
so you could feel it again.

You really gonna let
the fucking mob win?

Over you? Jesse fucking Bloom?

You're... you're appealing
to the worst part of me.

It's the part that thrills you.

I don't have to tell you,
life is gamified.

You strip away the jargon,
the expertise,

the fucking ceremony.

You chose a career
in the ultimate game.

And you chose me...

because I remind you

that it can still have meaning
if we win.

Go out there,
talk your fucking book,

just like you did
with the pandemic.

You are gonna go out there.

You're gonna say
the highest conviction short

of your lifetime is FastAide.
It's a piece of shit.

It belongs in the dirt.

You have the power
to obliterate it

just by dint of who you are.

Welcome to the feeling.

Healthcare and telemedicine,

and who is better qualified
to talk about these things

than Jesse Bloom?

Harper, it's my son.

Hey. Yeah.

It's fine. It's... it's fine.

No, now's good.
Can you get lost?

I'm here. Yeah.

Please take your seats,

- the talk is about to begin.
- I'll see you out there.

This is our last chance.
I'm already done at Pierpoint.

Easy, easy

Hold it down, Hold it down...

Rat.

Oh my gosh

Oh my gosh

Easy, easy

Hold it down, hold it down

Hold it down...

Apologies, but due to unforeseen

circumstances, Jesse Bloom
will not be gracing us

with his presence.

We'll be moving straight on
to Diana Amoa

on telemedicine
from an ESG perspective.

Why are you here then?

Are we worth a bid away?

Shut the door, take a seat.

In Ireland, France, Belgium

Wherever you can
Pick this up, man

Many thanks for still
Keeping the vibe alive