All language subtitles for Industry S02E08_EngCP

Thanks.

Arigato.

Are you okay?

Yeah, you? Guys, life's
a game of inches.

- Yep.
- No fuck ups, please.

- Hold still.
- Eric, have a mint.

Fucking hell, sort him out,
he smells like Gazza.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

You spent a lot of money

training and nurturing
an all-star team

only to have the Yankees
poach them as they took flight.

Age-old story of sports.

They've literally just
handed in their passes. Mm.

But just because we have
a hole in our roster

doesn't mean we're desperate.

We hear nothing

but dysfunction
out of Pierpoint.

A whole enterprise
treated like blood sport.

It's hard...

to plumb new depths

when you're already
at rock bottom.

The industry, I mean.

What I mean is...

you misheard.

The scale of opportunity

for a lean operation
like ours is huge.

We can mint your reputation.

Make you synonymous
with the old players.

You take it personally
that you've just been gutted.

We'll take it personally for you

and murder your old team
on the tape.

We're half the manpower,
and double the sales credits

of the team that just walked out
on you.

And I'm all the flow.

I don't even know the name
of your old trader,

but I'm certain he knows mine.

And... and we're a legit unit.
No silos.

More than the sum of our parts.

- This kid.
- Nah.

These kids. They're the future.

They're your future.

And they're the right price.

I'm just a bonus feature.

And they have
Jesse Bloom of course.

If this does go ahead,

we'll, of course, look
to bake a very healthy

relocation package
into your terms.

Relocation?

Yes. We're looking to focus
our rebuild closer to home.

- Tokyo?
- New York.

That could work.

Be one of those
Murray Hill wankers?

Yeah, I can get behind that.

Look, Pierpoint were sending us
home anyway.

At least now, we go
on our own terms.

A shame I'm spoken for, though.

I would have, uh...

would've had my pick
of the New York skirt.

- Uh!
- Mm!

Now let's do one more.

They storing any
oversized barmaids back there?

Uh, Eric. I, uh, I wanted,
um, your advice

on something, uh, managerial...

you know, sensitive,
that our fucking buddy,

William P. Adler the Third,
is making me bury.

You were there

This grad on the FX desk

had a pretty horrendous night
with a client.

I guess it's not my issue now.

I just don't wanna deal
with any of this

HR bullshit for real.

I almost got
married myself, bro.

- Yeah, I met her...
- Do you feel like

everything we do
is a confidence game?

Getting three-wayed
by Delta Kappa Epsilon,

- and they were supposed to be my fucking brothers.
- I wonder sometimes...

That's heavy mate.

Are we the marks?

What did I... what did I build?

- What did I make?
- I once walked in

- on my parents fucking.
- What do I leave?

Oh, wow.
Did you walk straight out again?

And do I believe in any
of it now?

I shook my dad's hand
and said...

If I don't,
where's that leave you?

"Go easy
on her, yeah?"

New York is dead.

I'm not going back.

I'd have to relocate the family.

So we're not going.

What's the move?

I'm out of moves.

Let me know.

Harpsichord...

for a second...

I thought we were in trouble.

Just Pierpints, no Pierpoint.
Yeah.

I've put together
a few talking points

from the Competition
and Markets Authority.

There's definitely precedence

for blocking mergers
of this size.

I know you've squeezed yourself
dry working on all this prep,

- so thank you.
- Oi! Rees-Mogg's here

- and he's got the whip.
- Really,

thank you.

What I'm... What I'm here to do.

I'm going to have
to stand you down.

The anti-competition inquiry.
It's been stood down.

For whatever reason
the Health Secretary

has taken it off the agenda,
which clears the way for Amazon

to buy out FastAide.

Basically guarantees them
the NHS contracts over Rican.

I guess eventually
the whole world'll be

one big conglomerate.

Honestly,

I was a cunt hair
from ordering in.

The hangover was so nuclear
this morning,

I had to load up
some very toxic imagery,

even by my standards.

What we talking?

Big, upper-class women...

- Robbie?
- And I am talking big.

I don't think you should call
this desk again.

Oh, really?

You're sat in a seat

that costs a "pre-eminent
financial institution"

more dollars than you're worth.

And I've got a ticket.

You're my little
ticket inspector.

Okay, how's this,
make me a price in cable.

Half a yard.

No.

Well I shall have to take
my custom away then.

Is that the client?
Mallon Mercer?

She wants a price
in half a billion of cable.

- Come on, Robbie.
- Half a yard?

Let's fucking fill them.

Mate, that is
reputation-changing commission,

Bob. Why they calling you?

Tell them it's
because you're good at your job.

It's quite a wad of cash.

It doesn't change what happened.

But it's your call.

It's because I'm good at my job.

Cheer up, lad. You look like
you just smelled an open grave.

Tell 'em we'll work it.

- Fill in, boss.
- Yeah, okay, I heard.

Work to buy half a yard
at market and send me the fill.

You see, things happen.

And then things are fine.

We need to have a conversation.

Subject?

The more I think about it...

the more I think
we shouldn't be representing

men like my father.

Men like... like what?
Objectionable?

Because that's a sliding scale
and many qualify.

I'm not sure I'm comfortable
with us working for him.

Three of my guys
were in the little black book

the FBI seized
from Jeffrey Epstein.

Did you know he made
a pass at me?

- Epstein?
- No, your father.

Art Basel in Miami
a few years ago.

He was quite persistent.

I guess
I wasn't exactly uninviting.

It's funny,
when you brought him in

to see us, I thought,
"Is he going to remember me?"

You know what?

He didn't have the faintest idea
who I was.

I'm so sorry.

What for?
We're all adults, aren't we?

My point is, every dollar,
every client,

you probe deep enough,
an advantage has been taken,

an angle has been played.

Do you wanna operate within
a system and be successful?

Or do you want to dream
you can change it

and be left behind?

Wow, are you just getting back?

I'm fucking goosed.

Aurore sent me home.

Project we've been working on
is not happening.

Hmm. Sorry to hear.

A project...

for Aurore?

- Healthcare space?
- Have a fucking day off,

will you? Did it have
anything to do with

where the NHS contracts
will land?

Really?

Whatever. It means I'm tired
and you're getting on my nerves.

Any intel,

any inside track? I mean,
it's just words to you

right in a room now,
but for me, it's gold.

Jesse's betting
against FastAide.

He is short as much
as he can carry.

And I need to be able
to give him edge on it.

- This is beneath you.
- Is it about a merger?

I mean, what the fuck else,

does FastAide have to offer
anybody but fucking floor space?

Is it about a merger? Amazon?
Blocking a merger?

Your silence means yes.
Government due diligence?

- Anti-competition.
- Inquiry. Fuck.

When is that happening?
Uh, I mean, it's... it's perfect.

That will kill FastAide, once
and for all,

and put Jesse's short
back in the money. And, uh,

Aurore's department is killing
Amazon's purchase of FastAide?

I knew it.

I mean, she must... She must have
a stake in Rican, right?

- I fucking knew it!
- Fuck off!

It's not happening. None of it.
There is no inquiry.

What?

How is Amazon being allowed
to buy FastAide

without a whimper?
What kind of shit is that?

Ask my boss.
Actually ask her boss.

I need a fucking lie down.

You navigate
the trip wire and the hounds?

Dopey fuckers.

Need to start feeding 'em flesh.

I think I now lack
the bloodlust for hounds.

God, I wish the trappings
did something for me.

Gotta make peace with the fact
I'm a minute-to-minute dude.

Well, that makes you...

enlightened.

Yeah.
Buddha of the Bull Market.

I came to apologize...

for my...

blind conviction.

The FastAide short.
I think it was just, uh,

- intellectual...
- There's nothing wrong

with wanting to be right.

It's the only thing
that animates me,

or used to animate me.

You should stop out.

Before you start hemorrhaging
even more money.

Okay. Just say,
hypothetically...

the government plans to stop
any anti-competition inquiry

into Amazon's takeover
of FastAide.

- What happens?
- Well, FastAide goes to the Moon

and my short burns
a massive hole in my pocket.

So hypothetically,
my advice is...

my edge is...

stop out now.

Are you talking hypothetically
or "hypothetically"?

Whichever one of those
is less hypothetical.

Wow.

You wanna roll any of this back?

Roll what back?

The info that you gleaned
from your roommate...

it doesn't take a savant
to piece that together.

You wearing a wire?

What?

Fuck.

You're not mic'd.

I think it's time for you
to leave now,

not hypothetically.

Maybe I never knew
what you wanted.

Thank you for the opportunity.

Hey

Hey, stranger.

You nervous about the wedding?

Tomorrow's the big day.

The thought
of Church-enforced monogamy

has me blasting darts
like Mötley Crüe.

Aren't you
persona non grata here?

It's all up in the air.
I need to speak with Eric.

Can I borrow your card
to get in?

Sure.

- I'll just get a temp.
- Thank you.

Fuck me. Marriage
and moving continents.

Bit much, innit?

Bit fucking much.

If you're gonna have
the temerity to smoke

in my office,
at least make it tobacco.

Adler's in town for RIF.

I've got us a sit down with him.
He doesn't know it yet.

If we need the opening...

it's ours.

Do we need it?

I think Bloom is out.

Hmm.

I'm not sure I wanna live
in a world where these exist.

Where does that leave us now...

with Shogun?

Without Bloom?

Not even Shogun will have us.

Can you imagine me with...

my feet up?

Slippers and... and a pipe?

My UK visa's contingent
on a job here.

I've built a life here.

Going back to the US would...

be a defeat.

My last trip to New York
was a nadir.

I'm alive here.

Your friend lives
for the limelight.

I am going to be joined by CEO,

founder, and chief PM
of Crotona Park Capital,

Jesse Bloom. And what a time
to have him sat down with us,

given his last twelve months.

Thank you for joining us, Jesse.

And thanks for having me.

Uh, your CNBC appearance
at the start of the pandemic

is now historic.

It was quite the performance.
The voice-catching. The fear.

You deserve a Tony.

Wait. Are we still back on this?
I'm supposed to apologize

because I said hell
was at the door

- and then hell showed up?
- You were early

on the right side
of the trade...

- after your comments.
- Incriminatingly early.

If you knew what you
were talking about,

you'd know that being early
is as bad as being late

- on a trade.
- What is it?

I was on time.

He's texting me.

Sorry, Jesse.
Are we keeping you?

Apologies. It's my kid.
We're very close.

Started
in the Bank of England in '92,

- had a very active role...
- What's he done?

'98, working in the poker trade.

Is part of the appeal of having
such a big call...

He might bypass on the Propecia

but he seemed totally lost
on route.

- Yo, what are you...
- Wait and trust me.

If you guys wanna know
why I do what I do.

The answer is thrillingly simple

and it won't satisfy you at all.
Markets make sense to me.

I find them as legible
as anything in the world.

And dammit, I'm nothing
if I can't make a cheeky punt.

Is part of the appeal of knowing
you have a good call,

the idea that you
might be remembered?

And what about your conscience?

My what?

Oh, yes.
That little voice

we all carry around inside us.

Yeah, Jiminy Cricket
and I go way back.

He's real good at telling me
how to make money.

Rish, how much Rican
is available in the market?

Harper, what are you doing?

Are you fucking me
again here, H?

I'm guaranteeing Bloom. No BS.
My word.

It's a little bit
funny, isn't it?

He's literally texting me,
right now.

How much can you get?

You'll ultimately have to pay.

No idea. We'll have
to check the free float.

Source it, buy it.
Don't need a price.

Bloom already owns half
of Rican.

He's adding.
Let's keep the tap on.

Let's keep our man happy.

I thought this show
was supposed to be hard-hitting.

All right, I'm on it.
Tell him we're, uh...

- Are we capable of getting...
- We'll make it work.

A moment from you
that you don't just sidestep

- with a wisecrack?
- Or irony?

If nothing matters,
nobody looks, nobody cares.

- Suits you perfectly.
- Yeah, I have a sense of humor,

so I'm not a serious person?

You wanna hear
something serious?

You were speaking earlier
about the proliferation

of big tech and it's overreach
into every corner of our lives.

Anywhere else in this world,
Amazon's purchase of FastAide

would be waved through.

I'm just glad that in a place
like Britain,

they still take anti-competition
rules seriously.

I'm glad they seek to weed out

government corruption
and cronyism.

I'm glad they still have
reverence for the institutions

that made them great.

Jesse Bloom getting misty-eyed

about the British high street.
Whatever next?

Weren't you the one
just talking about conscience?

Has an anti-competition
inquiry definitely been tabled

into the deal?

Surely! Now that it's
in the ether.

And as Jesse said,
I'm sure this government

and their love of nostalgia
will do right by FastAide

and do a full
and proper inquiry,

before any sale
of a national darling.

And as far as any charges
of Conservative Party cronyism

are concerned,
those are the views

of Mister Bloom
and not the network.

You know Bloom's making money
on both sides of this trade?

Killing FastAide's
acquisition chances

and making Rican the likely home
for the NHS contracts.

I couldn't possibly comment.

I'm just like everybody else.

Stuck in the ether,
making plays.

Almost as if he planned it.

You'll get burned soon enough.

Yeah, maybe. Maybe.

But the thing people forget
about that Icarus dude

is before he fell, he flew.

And I bet the sun gave off
a lovely light.

Christ. You look like

you just bore witness
to infanticide.

Do you have any water?

Whoa.

I think I just helped Bloom
do something...

Unethical?

Illegal?

Hey, are you... are you okay?
Just breathe slower.

Where's the line?

It should be big
and fucking red.

I told him that
the anti-competition inquiry

was off the books.

But I think that he just talked
it back into existence.

He made his FastAide short

and Rican long
work concurrently.

That knowledge was...

confidential and privileged
before you gave it to him?

Yes.

- That's insider trading.
- I mean, I'd...

I just thought he was gonna

use the info to stop out
of his short.

I didn't know he
was gonna move the market

with a few public sentences.

I think you led him to water
and he drank.

Look me in the eye

and tell me you didn't know.

I didn't know.

I'm gonna say this...

we can meet Adler, use Bloom,
play to stay in London.

Or we forget the whole thing.

You cut Bloom off at the root.

I retire.

You go back to New York.

But you're playing
a young person's game.

This is a young person's
decision.

Going home is a non-starter.

So we're gonna lie
in the bed you made.

Do you have
something you want to tell me?

You expect me to believe
Jesse Bloom running his mouth

about the anti-competition
committee in a public forum

was what?

Cosmic synchronicity?

What did he say?

He spoke about
the anti-competition committee.

Correction, he spoke
it into being.

He spoke it back
onto the agenda.

- I literally have no idea.
- Hmm.

Irish-ing it.

We're celebrating.

With this news flow,

and the general
COVID job-for-mates,

Number 10 is cleaning house

with another fucking
cabinet reshuffle.

The Prime Minister summoned me
this afternoon.

He likes me
for Health Secretary.

- Maybe we do rule the cosmos.
- Seems that way.

I can be loose-lipped,
when it suits.

So, you leaked it?

I couldn't possibly comment.

Well, you understand
with that admission,

I have to let you go?

Excuse me?

Bloom's timing
is slightly insidery.

Just the right side.

We'll spin it as last in,
first out.

Newbie mistake.

A simple admin error.

I'd almost call this callous...

Mm-mm, people like us

know that callous
is too emotive a word.

We're pragmatists.

I saw the lie of the ball and...

And you played it as it lay.

I didn't even have to swing.

I'm not sure I'm cut out
for politics.

Maybe not.

Politicking perhaps?

Keep Jesse in your debt.

Ours is power in performance.

His is power in reality.

Mina!

I'm not sure how
to phrase this...

I... Let me start again.

What is it, darling?

I have been trying
to confront you on this.

Oh, my God. What is it now?

I think you groomed Theresa.

What? Wait, hold on.

Theresa who? Theresa, the nanny?
Groomed?

Yeah, can't believe
I'm using that word.

Nor can I. It's disgusting
and I want you to retract it.

What other word is there?

She was a child
when you met her.

Yeah, she was once,

even I was once,
but not when we started...

whatever.

It's indefensible.

Many people came
through that house.

Most of them
were fucking invisible.

So when did you notice her?

How am I expected
to pinpoint that? I don't know.

Do you have perfect recall
of when you met the people

- who work for us?
- When did you start

to see her like...

like that?

You know... What?
When she grew a pair of tits?

Yes.

When she grew a pair
of fucking tits! Yes!

When she became a fucking woman.

Yeah, and when was that?

Was she 15? Fourteen?

What would you say if I told you
I felt like a woman at 12?

She was a woman
when she wanted me.

We were adults.

We're allowed to like fucking.

We all used to swim together.

What? You, me, her, we
used to go swimming...

together. It's disgusting!

- Do you even feel guilty?
- What fucking for?

And for the record,

it was your mother's idea
to pay her off.

And for the record,
your mother was scandalized.

She didn't actually give a fuck
about the girl.

Where is this coming from?
I have tried with you.

You know if we're gonna go
through this whole

"let's see the world as it is"
bollocks.

Are your eyes now open?

Okay. Good.

Look at yourself!

How about some damn gratitude
for making you?

Making me?

I'm making myself.

I am trying! I am trying
to make myself!

You live in the basement
of a 12-million-pound house

that I own. You used to go
on 14 holidays a year

and send me a bill.

You never even bothered
to separate our accounts!

Your career earnings flow
into my account!

And you, you just tap-tap-tap

your little Coutts card
through life.

And your career?

Maybe ask yourself how someone
with such average grades,

from such an average university,
ended up in Pierpoint

on a desk you didn't apply to.

Not so oblivious now, am I?

I want nothing more
to do with you.

Okay. Okay.

How about we try that then?

How about we fucking try it?

What's this? I thought
this was my 3:00 p.m.

with Kirkoswald
and our macro guy?

Where's... where's Coffey?
Where's Mauro?

You forget you put me in charge

of planning
those high-level meetings?

I moved some stuff around.

Willy, why don't you sit down.
We have a proposal.

Proposal's too soft
a word, isn't it?

I agree. We have a strategy
we want implemented.

The New York-London merger
is a false economy.

I wanna lead a new super team,
a few of us,

conflated with our best FX
hedge fund guys

and the youngest, cheapest
and hungriest talent

from our European
satellite offices.

No longer CPS. But MHFS.

Macro Hedge Fund Sales.

Well, I mean, this is charming,

but holistic strategy
is above your pay grade.

What is she doing here?

She has the ear of one
the biggest

hedge fund managers
in the world.

"She" is your fucking business.

Does the math check out?

The whole operation is leaner
than an Olympian.

If one cog can't hack it,
they're replaced.

But we don't get fat.

Yeah, it's nice. But I...

I just don't think the numbers
will work

with your current headcount.
Sorry.

No, but they might
when a couple of the guys

you throw the most money at
fuck off to your competitor.

Oh, you don't know?

Well, your wonder boy, Danny,
and Rishi are this close

to going Japanese.

We were a part of the cabal
that they started.

But now, we're here...

loyal to the firm. Unlike them.

Punish them.

Cut them.

How can I fire them
if they're contracted away?

Their exit strategy
is contingent on me.

Competitors want Bloom,
So the competitors need me.

Oh, it's a lot to weigh up.
Compelling and surprising.

A lot to mull.

Mull it for a short time,
then enact it.

I don't respond well to pressure
from below.

You know, culture change,
any kind of change,

I really didn't know
where I stood with it.

But there is a culture
of suppression in this place.

A human resources field day.

A legal liability candy store
headed by you.

As recently as this week
with a graduate in FX sales.

The client in question
has also abused me.

I would be happy to testify
to that.

I don't know
how you think this poxy threat

expedites my decision.

All I'm saying is,

let's work this out
peer to peer.

The institution doesn't suffer.

You two are quite something.

She's quite something.

I'm an old crank.

But we were the future once,
my friend.

Oh, your 3:00 p.m. is here.

William!

Let's remember...

to smile.

It costs us nothing.

We won't be working
with my father anymore,

with Charles anymore.

That's not your decision
to make.

It is...

and I've made it.

I've looked at people
like you my whole life.

I had to do very bad things

to just get
to where you started.

So, shall we honor ourselves
by dropping naivety?

I'm too old to work
with crusaders.

It's exhausting.

The status quo works for us,
so why don't you just relax?

Because I don't like
working like this.

You're not professional with me.
It's not professional.

Money never wakes you up

And says you're good enough
You'll see...

Money doesn't care about you

Always going somewhere
Without you

Hey, money, come back

Money doesn't spend its life

Money only spends the night

You keep waking up a mess
But money's already dressed

Old surprise

The wolf puts On a new disguise

Knowing in your sleep

No one's gonna
Hear you scream...

I can't get into the house.

I've changed the locks

and I've frozen you
out of the bank.

If you want to be on your own,
here you go.

This is what you do to me.

Only tell me
Your dreams if I'm in them

Only tell me your schemes
If we'd win them...

I didn't know where else to go.

I'm just heading
to Rishi's wedding.

Money never dreams

Money never dreams

I need 20 pounds for the taxi.

Okay.

I'm sorry...

for using you, I guess,
is the only way to say it.

Hey. It's all right.

You know, it usually works
if the person wants to be used.

You feeling better?

- I dunno.
- It's all so murky.

What a wonderful testament
to modern Britain.

Maybe I've been a bit rash.

And the family's
so dignified and snotty.

Mm. I wonder if anyone
here's picked up?

- Cheers!
- It's a country wedding.

That's like county lines gear.
Christ.

Well, I'm actually
in a WhatsApp group

with like 200 people.

You can just say
where you are globally

and someone'll source
a coke number for you.

What like a...

Like a rolodex of rail?

A little black book of beak?

A...

I can't think of anything else.

Sorry, I'm tired.

Would you, um...

help a girl out?

Yas, are you fucking serious?

I'm so, so tired.

Gazza's chasing skirt again.

Fine.

As you wish.

But I'm not gonna partake,
all right? But, yeah,

I can help a girl out.

I'll wait in your room.

Sure.

- For now.
- Last orders, please.

- Take it up to your room.
- Sure.

Thank you.

I need love...

I need a hand

I need some friends...

Fuck's sake,

I sneak away
from the fucking ushers dinner

and my nemesis
is self-medicating

in the only other pub around.

This is my last night
as my own man.

- I could leave?
- I mean, the abyss

is better stared into
alone but, uh...

stay.

I'll take two neat.
Yes, put it on her tab.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Diana's great, by the way.

That's not
the point though, is it?

I'm not sure introspection
suits you.

I know.
I know. Fucking weddings.

What a criminal invention.

They made a cliché of me yet.

Sorry.

Hey, Dad.

Huh?

Adler went for it. We're a go.
We can stay.

It's all squared away.

Rishi and Danny are out.

Uh, tell Mom not
to worry, I'll call her soon.

What's up?

Nothing.

Just processing.

You know Di's pregnant?

You're really A-List
at your job you know?

Everything's gonna work out
for you.

An unnecessary,
but a valued compliment.

All right,
I am full-on scared now.

But nothing
that a fucking stripe

won't sort out, luckily.

You coming?

You know, I always used
to feel doubly happy

at other people's weddings.

Fucking happy for the couple
and their coupling.

Happy for myself that I was
never directly involved.

Man, just think about it

as like a chapter in the book,
not the entire novel.

Sweep it under the rug.

That is a wildly
calculated thing to say

to a man about to be married.

Fuck it. Compartmentalize.

That's the only way
that we can justify

the bits of our life
we'd rather forget, right?

I mean that's psychopath logic.

You compartmentalize
heinous shit?

Anyway, this is...

This is what I should be doing.

That was, um...

Let's not.

Sorry. I just had to...

get the poison out.

Me, too.

Me, too.

I told you, mate,
I'm sober as a judge.

Yeah, I can see that.

Just lemme see your license.

Woah. Woah. Woah.

Hmm.

Personal use?

It's hardly intent
to supply, is it?

No, it's not.

It's enough for you
to lose your job over though.

Isn't it?

Come on, you can cool off
in the drunk tank.

Come on.

A Bloom at Oxford.

Dozens of generations
didn't make it.

Now dozens of generations might.

Get us another bottle?

Yeah.

Thank you.

It was easily done.

And he deserves it.
He earned it, in a way.

I lost my job...

again.

Is that a demand?

Is that an offer?

Ta-da!

Hmm, I'm sure we can find you
something to celebrate.

- All right.
- Thank you.

When we land, you're straight in

with Joe Manchin
and Kyrsten Sinema.

Quick update...

I've been trying
to twist their arm

on a giant spending package.

Rachel Levine wants to talk
about Rican in the context

of the future
of US healthcare next week.

Tell her I'm no expert,
I just own it.

So, look, now that
you have officially joined me

on the dark side,

you can sit in these meets
with me.

You can be proud
of yourself, too.

These are the rooms you were
born into, lest we forget.

Don't forget to tell 'em
what schools you went to.

I'll be proud of you, too.

And did those feet...

I've been wearing this
outfit for 30 hours.

Two whole days. It's atrocious.

Where's Rob?
He didn't come back last night.

I just zonked out.

I don't know. I think
his phone's dead.

He probably got sucked
into a bender with the ushers.

Maybe he's drinking again?

You were right...

when you said nothing I
had belongs to me.

- Did I say that?
- Yeah.

But it was right after I said
no one would ever love you.

Dang!

Jesus fuck, we were that real?

Yeah.

Went for the neck, bitch.

It's a fucking church.

And was Jerusalem

Builded here

Among these dark Satanic mills?

Do you think I'm poison?

Do you think I am?

I'm very touched
that you called.

My phone died.

Thank God I had your card, eh?

I appreciate it.

Everyone needs someone.

You look very ugly when you eat.

There must be nothing
more terrifying to you

than going home.

What the fuck do you know
about me?

- Oh, I know you intimately.
- Don't flatter yourself.

No, I know you.

You see, 'cause you're just
like my mother, right.

She was an unfillable void
of need, too.

Well that explains you then.

You know, I've been trying
to understand

how a predator like you...

You know, for every one
of the people that you use

who recoiled
when you touched them,

there might be someone like me
who sees you,

and, yeah, reciprocates,
and just for a little bit,

you get to live.

"Predator?"

Is that the person you know?

God, you kids.

I get a bit pissed.
I get a little bit handsy.

Oh, you act like
the fucking world's ending.

Yeah, but those other kids
don't get to see your bedroom,

do they?

And let me tell you,
from the privileged position

of you letting me in,

it's the loneliest fucking place
I've ever seen.

It's the loneliest place
I've ever been.

And you felt so at home.

Go on, then. Fuck off.

Or are you done being a victim?

Good boy.

See, you want me, too.

Thanks for meeting me
outside of the office.

I wanted to...

to apologize.

Are you okay?

You're the first one
to actually ask me properly.

I am. Yeah.

- Thank you, I am.
- I'm really glad.

With the new CPS

and FX merger, I...
I might not stay at Pierpoint.

Do you ever think
you can feel yourself corrode

in real time?

Sure.

Yeah, I think I'm, um, eyeing
the exit, too.

The money is fucking hard

to give up, though.

Uh-huh.

I'll get this.

Don't be ridiculous. Okay.
I'm senior to you.

I was, at least.

Thanks. It was a laugh.

Bitches who brunch.

Doors opening.

They've changed
our entire working vibes

overnight
without a fucking memo.

Got 99 problems
but pitchin' ain't one.

He's the GOAT.

You're the lamb.

Anraj?

They asked me at RIF
if I could do it

on a wet, windy night in Stoke.

I said, "Of course,"

so Rishi hired me
for the new team.

- No, stop it.
- Sorry about that.

What are you doing here?

You tell me.

Ooh, it's like 100 percent

colder this side of the floor.

Kenneth,
it could be dangerous this level

of air-con for a lad
with piss-poor circulation.

Oh, Commander Tao.
Welcome aboard.

Good to be down here again.
The air hits different.

Hey, follow me a sec?

Did the big man just blank you?

Honestly,
just give me a bottle of whisky

- and a fucking gun.
- Nah, I can't see you

doing yourself like that.
You are more a hose

- in the exhaust kinda guy.
- Jackie, I drive a Tesla.

I saw DVD's pass was dead.

And what's the story with Rish?

Rishi stays.
I found the headcount.

Fuck, I'm stunned
at how relieved I am at that.

Are you okay?

- Doors opening.
- Little light-headed.

Under the weather.

- Been quite a few months.
- Hmm.

Doors closing.

It feels like a fever dream,
sometimes.

Got to check you're real.

Yup, still alive.

Uh-oh.

Time's up.

God, I was a zombie
in that hotel room.

I think I ran up quite the bill.

You did.

Pierpoint wouldn't cover it.

I got it.

Why?

Why? We're past why.

Thank you.

- Doors opening.
- I'm doing this for you.

Okay, what have we got today?

What's the next 12 months?

We need to make
Pierpoint the market leader

in ethical investing.

Good.

What's going on?

Please...

this cannot be about Jesse.

I didn't know
what he was gonna...

Harp, why don't you have a seat?

There's no easy way
of saying this.

It's been brought
to our attention

that you never completed
your undergraduate degree.

Your transcript...

was a forgery.

College graduation
is a sine qua non

for all our employees.

Your duplicity in this matter
contradicts a founding principle

of Pierpoint's business,
honesty and integrity.

We've made a strong
recommendation to your manager.

There's only one course
of action in this scenario.

Oh...

I have to let you go.

Oh...

You're fired, Harper.

Oh...

That's how The good Lord works

That's how The good Lord works

That's how The good Lord works

That's how He works

That's how The good Lord works

That's how The good Lord works

That's how The good Lord works

That's how He works

We must not question
The good Lord

Have faith in God
And trust His word

We don't know how
We don't know when

To He this day
Whom we shall serve

We must not question
The good Lord

Have faith in God
And trust His word

We don't know how
We don't know when

To He this day
Whom we shall serve

Oh