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It's a pretty great view, huh?

I mean, out there. Not me.

Where are we at, Bob?

Excuse me, I'm
actually not even here.

You're at 5.3?

Correct.

And I think we
can live with that.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Mmm-hmm.

It's a fair price. LOGAN:
Well, I don't know about that.

You'll have 70
local TV stations.

Buy in Sandy, you're
King Kong of local.

The kid knows. The kid's smart.

Are we good?

Give us five minutes.

Uh, we'll set you
up with a room.

Good, right? Is it whiskey time?

Shut the fuck up.

Uh...

- It's a good price.
- What the fuck's going on?

He's selling me things
I want at a fair price?

So what's next? Fellatio?

I think he just wants out, fast.

If he does, we fuck him.

I think we did just fuck him.

- He's smiling.
- It's no good if he's smiling.

Well, objectively,

I mean, if we get what we want
and he gets what he wants...

You screw them out.

You chisel them out.

You fucking hurt them.

And then you watch them squeal.

I like hurting human beings
as much as the next guy,

but, Dad, this is
really fucking good.

Walk him to the
elevator and tell him 4.9.

Oh, Dad, no,
that's... It's insulting.

Walk him to the
elevator and tell him 4.9.

Gerri, you do it.

You, fuck off.

If you can't do it, fuck off!

All right.

Just text on your
phone, ya bendy fuck.

Really just warms the walls.

- Greg.
- Hey.

- Dude.
- Yo.

- Yeah.
- Hold on.

- Are you okay?
- Uh... What?

That? That was nothing. Sometimes
you gotta play possum, you know.

Let him punch it
out till he gets tired,

and then you go in for the kill.

Right, nice. Listen, hold on.

- Yeah.
- How's Kendall doing?

Oh, he's blowing you off too?

Last time I saw him he was
smoking crank with some mole men,

but that was like a
month ago. He's hustling.

- Yeah, right. VCing?
- I may be seeing him this weekend.

- If he shows.
- Oh, yeah?

Oh, fuck.

Dude, I don't suppose you know
a coke dealer in Prague, do you?

Uh, probably. Yeah. Why?

Tom Wams' bachelor party.

"And if he doesn't show..."
I don't have time for this.

Hey, let me tell you
something, dude. Fuck Prague.

My girlfriend and her
fucking freak dogs run these...

You ever heard of
these parties, Rhomboid?

- Bullshit.
- I'm telling you. I'm fucking cool.

- You don't understand.
- Oh.

Why, because you have a nipple
ring and will not stop going on about it?

Better than telling everyone
you're fucking down with Dre,

because he sends you
cereal bars at Christmas.

Fuck you. I have a reputation.

I can't take my crew to watch

some art pricks dance
around in fucking bowler hats

and twizzle their mustaches
out of time to the beats.

Are you done? You know
who else will be there?

- Sandy Furness.
- Fuck off.

I'm telling you.

- He goes to that kind of thing?
- I know, right?

But he is sitting on the other
half of your dad's dream deal.

Packet of 50
more local stations.

Come to the party,
get him to sell,

and trust me when I say this,

you will become
the number one son.

- Yeah. Sandy goes? Jesus.
- Yeah.

Get me those names
and I'll get you on that list.

And one more thing.
Bring Kendall, okay?

I need to patch
things up with him.

Oh, fuck yeah.

- What do you think?
- Yeah.

Yep.

Hey, bro, can you turn
up the bass in the back?

Louder.

- You feeling good?
- What?

- You're good?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm great.

I'm psyched.

- Nice and loose, yeah, Frank?
- Yeah.

Try not to drag yourself in
there like the world's oldest man.

I'll try.

Frank. Kendall.

- This is Dust.
- Hey, man.

Hey. Great to connect.

Love the name, by
the way. Very funky.

Sorry, please excuse
Captain fucking Be-Bop here.

Hey, how's it going? Cool
earrings. Very Bauhaus.

Big fan of what you guys
do. Fucking sweet chili sauce.

Thanks. Uh, likewise.

Angela, you wanna spin
us through the pitch deck?

Sure. So...

That's okay. I don't
need to hear the pitch.

I've been through
the deck, and I get it.

Basically, you buy a painting

from some art student in a
basement, jack up the price,

sell it to some Morgan
Stanley sex pest,

and you, me and the
student all get rich, right?

We're interested in increasing
the reach of young artists.

And the democratization of art.

No, absolutely. I get it.

You're, uh, providing a
platform to marginalized talent,

the next generation of artists.

I'm just telling you how it works
from the outside, to the sharks.

Maybe we can talk
about funding cycles.

Sure. Uh, so we've
worked out a plan -

for the first year
after the launch...

I'm sorry. Can I
just say something?

Uh...

So, I got these sneakers

on the way down here,
because, uh, I thought...

I don't know what I thought.

I thought you'd all be
dressed like fucking Björk,

and, uh, I wanted to
make an impression.

Um...

So, I'm a jackass.

Um... The truth is, I don't
know anything about art.

What I do know is how
to monetize your concept

and achieve the
scale it deserves.

Don't sell your soul
to some monolith.

We're boutique,
we're light on our feet.

We're not the Gang of Four,
we're the fucking Rebel Alliance.

I'm a good guy who
knows the bad guys.

I've got reach and I will fight
for you every fucking day.

I'm the asshole who
can be your Warhol.

And, uh, yeah, I
just thought of that,

so, apparently, I do
know a little bit about art.

So... What?

Talk to me. What
do I need to do?

Do I need to take off
my dopey sneakers?

No.

Seriously, I'll throw them out
the fucking window right now.

- They're not bad.
- I'm taking them off.

- Here. Ilhan, have them.
- I'll trade you.

Okay? Can we talk now?

Oh, shit.

Oh.

So, what do you think, miss?

Uh, you know...

Sorry, I'm somewhat between the
devil and the deep blue sea here,

because my boss
downstairs is waiting,

and my boss upstairs
is him, you know, so...

I've been here three
and a half hours.

What do you think? What
do you... Do you want...

Yes, sir. I'll send him in.

Thank you.

At long last.

It's the wheel.

It's doing its thing.

Oh, yeah. It's buffering.

You could try knocking
it down to low quality.

Mmm, go ahead.

Yeah, just...

It's a heck of a good
head of hair on you there.

I think it's the maternal
side that's carried on, so...

So I hear you and your boys

are heading out for
Tom's bachelor party.

Yes. That's correct.

Roman's arranging,
Prague has been mentioned.

I will tell you this much.

I believe Logan Roy...

is a pernicious
influence on our culture.

- He is, to be frank...
- Oh, what a jackhole.

A cancer to American values.

I don't take these
words lightly.

Well, he just lost my vote.

Listen to me.

Um...

Do me a favor.

Can you make sure that Kendall
doesn't come back in a box?

- Okay.
- Yeah, I...

I don't want him showing up dead

at the bottom of some
French fag's pool.

No, absolutely. None of us do.

Keep an eye on him for me.

- Is this something you can do for me?
- Mmm-hmm.

I hear he's been
wetting his beak.

Yes, sir. Um...

In which case, would
now be a convenient time

to talk with you about,
like, a lateral shift

in terms of my position
at the company?

Because I'd like to
move on from Parks

and into, for example, Digital.

Um...

I don't want to mention any names,
because... But the culture there,

it borders on the
personally abusive at times.

Tom?

Oh, Tom.

I didn't know he had it in him.

He can be pretty able
in that department.

Um, but what I'm doing,
sir, is I'm flagging to you

that I'm thirsty for
the next chapter.

Well, you take care of this
for me, and perhaps we'll talk.

Okay? Done? Are we done?

Muchly appreciated.

"Muchly"?

Time's up.

Time's up for the big media
operations that poison...

- Have you seen this?
- ATN spot.

I guess we do, right?

You're gonna stand
there? In my air space?

I'm re-reading it for context.

You're CCed. GIL: the
power that one man wields.

We can't let these monopolistic
practices go unchecked

simply because we're too afraid

of the power that
one man wields.

Waystar Royco is a cancer
at the heart of America.

Can't believe I'm getting paid to
call my Dad names. It's so cathartic.

Logan Roy is out of control...

You really think
he should do ATN?

Yeah. Sure. Into the lion's den.

Look, he'll attack them,

righteous, Old Testament,
anti-capitalist Gil,

they'll attack us.
"There's a Red in the bed."

They get the viewers and
we get the base fired up.

No one's mind's getting changed,
and once we're through the primaries,

- we pivot to center.
- Except Gil won't pivot.

- I say no! I say no more!
- I'll get him to pivot.

- Hello?
- Hey, Shiv, it's me!

- Tom, sweetheart.
- So listen, something's afoot.

Because we've arrived at the
drop-off point for my bachelor party.

Seems there's been
a change of plan,

and I'm pretty sure
I'm being pranked.

- What's happening, Roman?
- Oh, hold your tingling wiener.

- All will be clear soon.
- I don't think you understand

how disruptive it is to be changing
the itinerary at this late stage.

I don't know what's
gonna happen, you know,

but, um, I've got a feeling it's
liable to get a little disgusting.

Tom, I don't think you're
supposed to be telling me this.

I know, I just wanted to flag it,
and, you know, calm the qualms,

- because I for one would never...
- Tom, it's one night,

we're both adults. Just
enjoy yourself, okay?

Oh, Shiv, honey badger.

God, I want to dock
myself inside you

- so much right now.
- Oh, my God.

Yeah. Okay. I love you too, Tom.

Okay.

Now he deigns to join us.

- You're late.
- Oh, yeah, sorry.

I've been a little busy
revolutionizing tech financing.

On coke.

Hey, hope not. What up?

So, who wants to fuck a hobo?

No? All right, then
let's party. Down there.

What... No...

We're going to a
party in the tunnel?

Okay. No, relax.

We're not going to a party
in a tunnel. This is just a ruse.

Rome, what is this?
Some pop-up shit?

Am I gonna need my
Central Europe coat?

Romey, I'm wearing flight
socks and my TSA slippers.

I know what you're
doing right now.

I'm being lured into a tunnel

and next thing, I'm gonna wake up
in Belgium with no fricking eyebrows!

Um, you probably want to
dump your luggage in the car.

Oh, shit. Um...

Fellas, sorry, it's actually
a really tight guest list, so...

Oh, Roman. It's Matt and Jonas.
If the Fly Guys aren't on the...

- They flew in! Roman...
- Relax.

We're gonna figure it out.
We're gonna first-wave it,

we'll call you once
we're inside, all right?

You know what? Go
get some coffees on me.

Thanks, we're good.
I can buy coffee.

All right, let's go!

Oh, God!

I can't just leave the Fly Guys.

That's the Fly Guy code.

Uh...

Okay, just leave your
phones on, and I'll call ya.

- All right.
- All right.

- Five minutes!
- It's on.

Oh, man!

Roman. What the fuck have
you got planned for me, man?

No, seriously, what
have you got planned?

Tom, Prague fell through,

and I was fucking busy,

and I didn't have time to plan
the hot air balloon to Monaco.

- Okay. Hot air balloon?
- Yeah.

- That would have been nice.
- Oh, whoa, whoa, dude!

Oh, my God, that's a dead rat.

You guys, this is a disaster
on the footwear front.

Can I change?

Oh, it's a dead rat.
Who gives a shit?

Yeah, fine, thank
you, just keep going.

- We'll be here.
- See you there.

Are you gonna be okay around
all the booze and the coke and shit?

- 'Cause I can make sure no one does...
- I'll be fine.

- Yeah?
- Thanks, bro.

- Yeah. Of course.
- Hang on, guys! Wait up!

Jesus fucking Christ,
it's a dead rat. Relax.

I hear you're doing apps.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

I'm incubating.

I'm rebalancing away
from crypto into eco.

Sounds, uh, futuristico.

Yeah, it's good. It's better than
being carried around in Dad's pockets

like fucking Stuart Little.

They're nice pockets. Spacious.

How is he?

He's... I mean, you know.

Actually, he's got me overseeing

the satellite launch
out of Tanegashima.

Oh, spaceship?

Yeah. Plus I'm heading
up the local deal.

Bob Galpin is selling,

and I knocked it out of
the park, which is nice.

Good for you, bro. - Yeah.

Guess I finally
broke out of the cage.

Can't keep a good
dog down, right, Ken?

Abandon all hope ye who enter.

Ooh, is this real?
A real corridor?

Are we going to an airfield?

Greg, did I tell you that
Willa moved out to Austerlitz?

- Oh!
- Yeah, she loves how quiet it is.

She didn't think she
would, but she does.

So I for one won't be
engaging in any debauchery.

Roman Roy and guests?

That is correct.

- Welcome to Rhomboid.
- Thank you.

Oh, yeah. Boys, we're
pouching our phones.

Hey, wait! Is this it?

Is this actually where I'm
going to have my bachelor party?

Why is it so wet? I think
there's a big leak somewhere.

I've been living on Central
European time for 48 hours

to ease the transition. I'm
gonna be ready for breakfast soon.

I don't know if this is the
kind of party with a lot of food.

Roman, I'm sorry, is this where
I'm having my bachelor party?

- Roman, how are you, man?
- Hey!

Ken. Long time.

Are we good?

You're my third-oldest friend.
You fucked me like a tied goat.

We're great.

Yeah, you're going the right
way. Keep going straight.

- Kendall, I was gonna say...
- Yeah?

If you need anything tonight,
bottle of water, soft drink,

whatever, I'm
gonna be your mule.

You know what? I need
something a little off-menu.

See if you can find
me some ketamine.

- I don't know what that is.
- Is Sandy here?

- When do we sit?
- Yeah, all things in time.

Right here.

Sorry.

Oh, well. Now I'm sure it's
gonna be great. Thanks, Roman.

What did you expect?
Why'd you even ask me, Tom?

Thought you'd
rise to the occasion.

Clearly, I haven't
risen to the occasion.

Gents, have a
great fucking night.

Dmitri, how are you?

Hey. Hey, Kendall.
I'll find you, all right?

Okay. This is it.

Yeah? Cool, right?

Is it cool, or is it, like, total
fucking bullshit? Who knows?

Well, what is it? What is it?

It's a physical fun palace.

Basically, if you're into it
and she's into it, it's all good.

Look at this fucking guy with the
bird mask like it's Eyes Wide Shut.

Eyes...

Wait, is this gonna be an orgy?

- No.
- This is not gonna be an orgy?

Greg, it's not 1997.
It's not this, it's not that.

Don't be so binary, Mr. Betamax.

Is it gonna be like
a little bit of an orgy?

It's basically a
collective of hot people,

and Connor, at a party, and a monkey
dressed as an astronaut, apparently.

It's whatever you want it to be.

It's a fucking sand pit
for emergent behavior.

Okay, holy shit. Okay.

So, does that mean
we're able to fuck here?

Yeah. Ken, what do you
think of the pussycat? Want it?

Uh, no, not me.
Business is my fucking.

Great. I'll find a Bloomberg
terminal to stick your dick in.

Well, I'm out. In a
relationship. Girlfriend!

I gotta say, Roman,
this is looking promising.

- Yeah?
- This is looking really promising!

See? Have a little faith.

There's areas, though,
right? Neutral areas,

in terms of it not being
compulsory to do sex stuff?

No, Greg. If you refuse,
they cut your dick off.

What did I just say?
It's very consensual.

Angela.

Angela?

Angela. Yo. Dust.

- Hey. What's up?
- Oh, fuck.

Yeah, hey, what's happening?

Here we are in a
fucking warehouse

- in Sunset Park or whatever.
- Yeah!

I feel like this is
synchronicity. Yeah?

Like the universe is
telling us something.

Yeah. We really appreciated
you coming to see us.

Yeah, totally,
I'm super excited.

Yeah. Totally. Me too.

Okay, well, fuck yeah.
Excellent. All right.

- All right. Good to see you.
- Good to see you. Yeah.

Yo.

You know, I was thinking,
maybe one wine, one water,

as like an informal
rule for the group.

Also, uh, they
have risotto balls.

Like, they're soakers.
Super-soakers.

- Ketamine.
- Greg! Greg!

Got you one. Come on,
man, it's going off tonight!

We should talk to some girls.

Little tip. Ask them
where they were on 9/11.

If they don't know,
they could be under 21.

Well, Shiv gave me a hall pass.

'Cause we're adults, apparently.

I'm gonna blow my
load like multiple times.

Ah.

So... And Shiv has
that same arrangement?

She's an adult too, so...

What? No.

Well, yeah, sure.

I mean, I don't know,
Greg. It's not a competition.

No, that's cool. I'm sure you
guys have it all figured out.

- Romey, what is this?
- Molly. Happy pills.

- Oh, cool.
- But I wouldn't...

No. Prague time. It's
two in the morning for me.

- I need a little pick-me-up.
- Don't.

Dude. I know my way around.
1986, me, a Fleetwood Mac LP

and a bag of weed touched
the face of God. Huh?

The first of the evening,
the first of many.

- Do not do any more of these.
- Got it. I'm one and done.

Got a lot of shit cooking,

like, artificial sun
solar cells thing...

Yeah. Listen,
man, about the vote,

- and your dad and us...
- Yeah.

I love you, but you know
I had to follow the money.

You know that, right?

- I get it.
- All right.

Hey, why don't we talk in private
for a second? Can we do that?

- We can talk right here.
- All right.

So listen, I have
a question for you.

How would you like
to be all the way out?

Half a bill for your
share of Waystar.

- Is this for real?
- Yeah, man.

I'm feeling fucking
generous, that's all.

I've plumped the pillows,
and I've added a little premium.

- Consisting of what?
- Straight liquid.

- Bullshit.
- Don't worry about it. I can raise it.

Why would you want
to be even more in?

The place is a
fucking antique shop.

Ken, just take the money
and get out. Please.

I mean...

It's, uh, not uninteresting.

Fantastic. Great.

So listen, there's
a part two to this.

Why don't we talk
this over with Sandy?

Sandy Furness?

Come with me. Come.

- Hey, shots.
- Bottoms up.

- One, two, three!
- Ketamine.

- You good?
- Line them up, please.

These bathrobes
are nice. See these?

Uh-huh.

What's your table
linen philosophy?

Uh, my philosophy is I
literally don't give a fuck.

So, what's that, Nietzsche?

These are what's
on our registry.

Mmm.

You should go for these.

Right, you want us to
have matching cutlery?

Why not?

It'll be sort of
horrible and cute.

So, when we both get
divorced and split all our stuff,

we can hook up and
have the same set.

The full set.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

You know this
is just fun, right?

- I know, it's just...
- It's nothing.

It's not anything.
There's no God,

there's no anything.

There's just people in
rooms trying to be happy.

- Right?
- Right.

Oh, and I suggested
to Gil that he cool off

on the anti-Waystar
agenda on ATN tonight.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah.

I talked to him at the thing.

Oh, okay. Well, I did
spend quite some time

on how it'd be very
vivid to attack Waystar

- on a Waystar network, but...
- Very vivid? It's played out.

Makes it look like
we have an agenda.

Uh, we do. Stopping
overly mighty media owners

setting the agenda
for our democracy.

DOJ, FCC, Batman, to stop
your dad eating the news.

Okay, but even if
we're going for that,

isn't that in some big
speech that no one reads?

Can't he just connect to America
tonight and forget the base?

Shiv, I appreciate
you might have

- split loyalties.
- Oh, fuck you.

- I'm just trying to make him win.
- I don't think he can do both at once.

I don't think Gil can do
the base and the rest.

If he can't ride two horses at once,
he shouldn't be working at the circus.

- Sandy comes to these?
- Oh, yeah. He loves sex.

Dude, the thing
that he pees through,

he puts into other people.

It's fucking vile. And a lot.

Hey, Sandy.

Oh, gents, excuse me.

- Kendall, you look well.
- Thank you.

You look, uh, out of place.

I do like to see the
youngsters frolic.

So, you wanna talk?

Did Stewy fill you in?

Why do I feel like
I'm about to find out

you're not my real
mommy and daddy after all?

Look, the truth is, he
wants your piece of pie,

but, and please don't fucking
blow a fuse here, okay...

The reality is, he's
already in on Waystar.

- As in?
- As in Sandy's me,

and I'm Sandy.

We're like a single entity.

Like a creature from mythology.

You know, head of a
horse, dick of a swan.

Stewy, seriously?

I have a shell company
attached to his private equity fund.

I'm a parasite on a parasite.

You should have disclosed
that to me when I brought you in.

You are 100% correct about
that. I should have done that.

You were in a tough position,
without having to consider

whether your dad
would want me involved.

He very much would not.

Um, so, apparently, my
girlfriend's having a panic attack.

I'm gonna let you two
just catch up. Cool?

Stewy tells me you're
getting into tech.

Yeah, I have a fund.

We're niche, but we're engaged.

Just closed a deal
tonight, actually.

I found these four Stanford
grads who are doing this thing.

It's pretty cool. They have
this cluster of hydrogen lamps...

What's going on? Are you
pitching? Did you just pitch?

Where'd you spring from, Heidi?

Don't stop. I want to hear
the pitch. I might invest.

We were just talking.

To him? The enemy?

The adults are talking. How
about you go play in the other room?

Hey, Sandy, could I get a
moment with you in private?

I'd like to talk to you about
how attached you're feeling

to your 50 failing
local TV stations.

Sure. I'm sure we
could find a time.

Roman, could you maybe
back off for, like, 20 minutes?

- Oh, no.
- Yeah. Get us a drink?

I would love another
Old Fashioned.

He would love another Old
Fashioned, cliché that he is.

No, that's not gonna happen.
I know that you and my dad

have been deeply and
madly in hate with each other,

and you have been for many
years, but I want you to know

that I'm my own thing,
and I am fully authorized...

I am fully authorized to
negotiate on behalf of Logan.

He's doing satellites
like it's 1985.

Dad's got him holding a plastic
steering wheel in the back,

- and telling him he's driving.
- Uh... You have to excuse my brother.

He's adjusting to his
medication right now.

How about you fuck off
back to your little gang-bang?

- See how he talks to me?
- You're embarrassing yourself.

- You're family.
- He used to lock me in a cage.

- What the fuck?
- No, that's a true story.

Oh, you're pretending that you
don't remember the dog pound?

- Are you tripping?
- Yeah, it was a game.

I had to go climb in this
big dog cage in the kitchen,

and wait for someone
to come collect me.

Oh, yeah? Well, I don't know.

Might be three minutes,
might be the whole afternoon.

Four years old, I was eating
dog food out of a cold tin bowl.

I know, right? They should make
a fucking movie of this shit, right?

Excuse me. I'll be back.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- What?

- What was that bullshit?
- I can say what I want.

Yeah, but you... That was
insane. You're acting insane.

So you just want me to pretend
that none of that happened?

- What happened?
- None of it. Dog pound didn't happen.

- I never made you eat dog food.
- There was a bowl

that was filled with chow,
and I couldn't leave the cage

- until I finished it.
- It was a game. You enjoyed it.

Ask Connor. Ask Shiv.

I enjoyed being in a cage
with a leash around my neck?

Oh, so now there's a
leash? You're full of shit.

Oh. Me? I'm full of shit?

- Have fun. Asshole!
- Get the fuck outta here.

So I got this gelding,
right? Chestnut brown.

You wouldn't believe the
size of this guy's cranium.

Big ol' noggin!

Hey! Con, can I
ask you something?

Do you remember anything about a
dog pound when we were growing up?

Sure, I remember a
game you used to play.

So he did? He used to
lock me in a fucking cage?

Sure, the big cage, yeah,
in your mother's place,

- the laundry room in Cheltenham.
- Cheltenham! Thank you!

- He was trying to gaslight me.
- No, you liked it!

You asked to be
put in that cage.

- What?
- Yeah. It was really weird,

but I think you enjoyed it.

Okay, so I asked
to eat dog food?

It was chocolate cake. I think.

- Bullshit.
- I don't know.

No. Kendall locked me in a cage,

I went weird, I started
wetting the bed,

and that's why Dad sent
me away to St. Andrews.

No, Rome. Dad sent you to military
school because you asked to go.

- Oh, you're full of shit!
- Hey, that's how I remember it!

So listen. My ranch
is completely safe

from biological or chemical
attack. You'd all be welcome.

These are your friends? You'd all
be welcome pre- or post-apocalypse.

- Tom!
- Hey.

Have you seen Kendall?

No.

I feel like we should maybe
keep an eye out for him.

Oh, damn it.

Tom, sweetheart,
I'm at ATN with Gil.

What's the least amount of
syllables you can say this in?

I just want to be clear
in terms of you and me.

Is this a quid pro
quo arrangement?

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

It's just, you know,
if I, for instance...

You know, if I touch a
boob, do you grab a dick?

- I don't know if...
- To get a rough chart of comparison

from Fahrenheit to
Celsius or, you know,

an eye for an eye or
an orifice for an orifice?

I'm just trying to get a
sense of the parameters here.

Uh...

Tom, I can't
negotiate right now.

But we know,
right? We just know.

Sure.

We know.

So you want to run the tree
on how personal stuff plays?

Issues, issues, issues.

I can handle the
soft soap, Shiv.

Hey, Kendall.

Just spoke to Shiv. Official
permission for having of fun.

Amazing. So happy for you.

Hey, man, can I get this...

- Hey, Ken.
- Hey, Frank. So listen.

I've had an approach.

It's kind of a very
interesting approach,

and I wanted to
get your brain on it.

I heard from the girls.
The Dust thing with the art?

I know. I saw them.
It's locked down.

They wanted you to know
they loved you in the room but...

I just spoke to the
girl. We're good.

Ken, they're already
setting this up elsewhere.

But like I said, they
loved you in the room.

What are you talking about?

I think there's other
money and they like it better.

- Then we match it.
- I tried that already, but...

Seriously, they
loved you in the room.

Will you stop telling me they
loved me in the fucking room, Frank?

I heard you the first time.

Okay, let me talk to her.

I can fix this. Yeah?

- Hey, can we talk for a second?
- Can we do this another time?

I just got off the
phone to Frank.

What happened? He told me.

- I'm sorry, it's nothing personal.
- Listen.

I shouldn't be telling you this,

but I'm about to land
a chunk of seed capital

the size of fucking
Idaho, so, I mean,

whatever it is you need, I
can make it happen. Okay?

- Yeah, okay.
- Okay?

So are we good?

You know, it's
just not about that.

Uh...

Then help me out here, 'cause
there's something I'm not seeing.

It's the name.

Which? You mean "Dust"?

Roy.

Kendall Roy. It'd be
like I was marrying Hitler,

and then I'd get to
be, what, Mrs. Hitler?

Okay, uh, that's not
really fair. I mean...

Look, that's not me.

I'm not a Roy.

Okay? Not really.

I'm sorry. It's cool, we
just don't want to be Hitler...

Can you stop saying fucking Hitler?
Please? You don't know what I am.

Consensus is you're a coked-up
prick who can't shit straight.

You think you're different?

Okay, Angela. I'm
gonna be frank with you...

All right, look, I didn't
want to do this here.

And I may be being more
forthright 'cause of the coke.

I tend to get more
forthright on coke. I'm sorry.

- Okay, look, hey, listen...
- Hey, fuck off!

Hey, man, can I get in on this?

I'm joined in the studio
by Senator Gil Eavis.

Firstly, Senator, welcome.
We really appreciate it.

Happy to be here, Sharon.

I want to just jump
straight in, if we may.

Your wife very tragically took
her own life 18 months ago.

- Warmest of ATN welcomes.
- Everybody knows about that,

and it's something I
live with every day.

But it's not relevant to the
issues. I want to explore...

The impression you've given is
that it did inform your decision to run.

A lot of things inform
a big decision like this.

But what I want to
talk about tonight...

But it hasn't been long, and I guess
that what some people may ask is,

what could possibly have caused
such a tragedy and are you ready

so suddenly to turn around
and run for the highest office?

Doesn't he have a line for that?

- It's usually, normally okay.
- I am focused

on what I think this country
need to do to move to...

- Come on.
- So you have thought about it,

your mental and emotional state?

I think about my feelings,

- like most humans...
- Oh, no. No sarcasm.

It must be incredibly
difficult for you

as a person who has
had to deal with rumors

swirling about the state
of his mental health.

Why don't we stop playing
this game of pretend sympathy

where you're just trying
to get your viewers to ask,

"What sort of guy has
a wife who kills herself?"

- That is...
- You wanna make this personal?

Let's talk about
Logan Roy, shall we?

The paymaster who set you up
in this hack job against me today...

Oh, Senator, come on.

If you want to know
about a person,

look at his relationships
with his family.

His only daughter has
come to work for me.

- Oh, fuck off.
- Shiv.

I'm not the fucking angle.

So you don't want to
take any more questions?

Certainly not from
you. Thank you.

Unfortunately, that
seems to be all the time

we have with Senator Eavis.

Hey! Kenny!

Whoa, whoa!

That's a chunk of chang
you got there, buddy.

It sure is, Greg.

Maybe just ease
into that, right?

I mean, not all at once?

Can I help you with
something, man?

What the fuck's going on?
You've been up my ass all night.

No, I just... I'm just
keeping an eye out for you.

I mean, drugs... You
don't know where...

Is this Rava? Did
she put you up to this?

- No.
- What's your fucking deal, man?

Your dad is, I think, a little
worried about you is all.

My dad asked you
to fucking spy on me?

No, not spy, watch...
Family-style watching you.

- Wow.
- You know?

I'm about to do these
four lines of cocaine,

to top up the four I just did,

and then my heart's
gonna explode.

So if you want to
stop me, be my guest.

I don't do white drugs.

My dad's gonna be super
disappointed if his son ODs.

- I know.
- So...

What the fuck?

He's counting on
you to look after me.

Okay, okay! Stop. Stop.

Okay. Give it to me.

- Go on.
- I'm going.

Ooh, Greg! Go for it, Greg!

Suck on those big white
dicks, you fucking pervert.

Greg, you greedy piece of shit.

Oh, my God!

Greg, you total coke whore.

Should I puke?

Not unless you can puke
up your entire bloodstream.

Oh, my God, man.

- That is strong drugs.
- I know. I hope you don't die.

- Oh, my God!
- If you do,

your heart is gonna be pumping so
hard it'll probably bring you back to life.

- Where did he go?
- Buckle up, fucklehead!

Hi.

- Hello, Pinky.
- Hello.

- I'm glad you kept the date.
- Well, family.

How was the play?

Oh, you know, people
pretending to be people.

How are the wedding
arrangements?

Very exciting.

Yeah, well, I'm
excited. My daughter.

So you saw the interview.

They told me.

You came after the man's wife.

Mmm... They said.

You're okay with that?

Tell him not to speak about
my family, not on my network,

not on any network,
ever again, or I'll end him.

Oh, silence the man who
says you're stifling dissent.

I'm a bad father? How dare he.

He's a bad fucking
husband. He killed his wife.

Oh, come on. Dad. What if
the acquisitions you're making

are actually bad
for the country?

Oh, meh, meh, meh. He's
using you. Can't you see it?

Don't let any of the bullshit
overshadow your wedding.

The wedding? The fucking
wedding? I don't give a shit.

Oh, Siobhan, come on.
Stop screwing around.

I want to talk
about you properly.

Come in.

I'm tired of this.

You have potential.

I've always thought
you were the smartest.

Oh, so that's why you tried
Kendall and Roman first.

You know what?
I am the smartest.

Which is why I
can see through you

and this transparent
little offer to buy me off.

I've always tried to do
right by you, Siobhan.

And maybe...

Maybe I shouldn't have.

Maybe I should just
let them come for you.

- Like who?
- Like...

I don't know.

But I hear things.

Are you threatening me?

Absolutely not.

If this is the way things are
gonna go, then fuck off, Dad.

Then I'm truly sorry.

So, in terms of Shiv,
where I've landed is, uh...

I'm maybe just gonna ask
for a handy. Think that's okay?

Don't pre-rationalize. You get
off, you eat the shame for dessert.

Wait. Her? That one?

Yeah. We were talking for 20
minutes about financial derivatives,

- and she just asked me.
- Oh, my God!

Holy shit! Dad would
go fucking nuts for her.

- You should do it.
- Yeah?

Fuck, yeah! I'd be
all over that. I'd, like...

I'd fucking...

Ah!

Fuck.

Okay, well... Hmm.

I need something.
Do you have a Smint?

- What?
- Do you have a Smint?

No! Just grab your
baloney-pipe and jizz.

- Okay. Okay.
- Yeah. Okay.

Champagne?

- Bye.
- Bye.

Gotta get into PR. That's
where the real fucking money...

Do you think now would be a good
time to sit down with the old fart?

Did you see that
fucking guy jerking off

near the fucking hors d'oeuvres?

- Dude, that's a fucking health hazard.
- Uh, no.

When do you think
I can talk to him?

I'd really love to secure
something to take home.

Uh-huh. Ro-Ro, can you
just be fucking cool, man?

Maybe get a slider.

Ask if you can stick your finger
up someone's ass, all right, buddy?

Jesus.

Hey! Fuck you!
I'm not your little pet

that you get to kick
around. Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

- Excuse me, space suit.
- Bro.

You think that I can't
make your life difficult,

but word in the right ear,

and I could be your
migraine, motherfucker.

I came here to talk to
the old man on your word,

so make it happen.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

- All right.
- Cool.

I tried to hide,
but it finds you.

Wherever you hide,
the party finds you.

Sir, this is your final warning.

Absolutely. Got it.

Wait. What's happening?

Your friend here keeps telling
people he's in love with them,

and it's making
people uncomfortable.

My bad. Mixed messages.

It's just we share such strong
feelings about gut bacteria.

I think I got the
wrong end of the stick.

Watch him.

Maybe I should go apologize.

Give her a hug.

Oh, my God, dude!

That was insane!

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. Me and this girl,

we go into this side room
and we start making out,

and then I'm touching her
and then she goes down on me,

and then I splooge
in her mouth, and...

I know! I know!

And get this. She kisses me

and puts it back in my
mouth, and I swallow.

Which, the cum?

I know. So hot!

You swallowed your own load?

Yeah, I heard of it, but I didn't
know it actually happened.

I haven't heard about it before.

I have. It's a thing.

There's a word for it. I can't
remember what it is right now.

So fucking hot.

When are we allowed to go home?

We have cars at 5:00.

Greg, I'm having
the time of my life.

This is nightmarish.

You ready for your
bachelorette party?

They were out of
marine uniforms,

so I've come dressed
as a political consultant.

Relax.

This isn't real.

It's becoming real, which
might be a problem for us.

Uh...

Can I stay?

But with you as a human
dog just at the foot of the bed?

I love you, Kenny.

I love you too, man.

Ah, I'm trying
to find this girl,

but I think she's
trying to hide from me.

Listen, is there another room,
uh, you know, for humping?

'Cause I also lost Roman.

Fuck Roman.

Oh, yeah, well, you know, he
was asking about the dog pound,

and he got kind of riled up.

- Is he still talking about that?
- Yeah.

- It's pathetic.
- Uh... Yeah.

He enjoyed it, right?

Oh, yeah!

- I mean, you did too.
- You know, just messing around.

Yeah, just messing
around. Dad's theory was

you got two fighting dogs,
you send the weak one away,

you punish the weak one, then
everyone knows the hierarchy,

then everyone's
happy. So away he went.

I gotta keep looking. Okay.

Hi! Hey, may I ask you,
where were you on 9/11?

You know what, uh... Never mind.

Listen, Sandy.

I appreciate your
offer. I'm not getting out.

Okay. Well, if you think
you have to tell your father

and get back in
with him, then I...

Keep your money.

Keep your money, bring me in.

We do this properly. We
go fuck my dad together.

- Uh-huh.
- Takeover.

Leveraged buyout. Hostile.

That's a dual stock situation.
That's not gonna be straightforward.

Price in the toilet,
shareholders are pissed.

You and me could
force him to the table.

- What about the rest of your family?
- Fuck the rest of my family.

- Easy to say.
- No one has a clue but me.

I know what to do. I see it all.

We take it apart. Fuck local
TV, newspapers, parks...

We bulldoze the whole
fucking shantytown.

We just keep the
juiciest morsels,

turn the thing from a
pod of rotting whales

into one bastard great white.

- What's your end?
- CEO.

I'm the only one who knows
the architecture. Okay?

The emotional
corporate architecture.

Well, I could like it.
Stewy might not like it.

Fuck Stewy.

Stewy will follow the money
like a dog in a cartoon.

And you sure you
got the stomach?

Yeah.

I'm good.

Tom.

- Oh!
- Oh.

Sorry to wake you.

- Oh, hey. Is, uh, everything okay?
- No.

He couldn't catch his breath.

Listen, we've been advised,
and we are really sorry,

but I don't think it's a good idea
for him to come to the wedding.

- Oh, yeah. That sounds sensible.
- Shiv.

He really is sorry.

Yeah, me too.

Okay, bye.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm great. That's
two less wedding dinners

for the caterers to
have to organize.

I don't know, Nate.

I don't fucking know.

And I would be your
point man on this,

so you would not have
to deal direct with my dad.

So, if we could find a price...

But there's potential?

It could happen.

Well, fuck, I'm excited.

This is great. This
is pure upside.

- Thank you.
- Awesome, dude.

Let's jerk him around for
a bit, then throw him back.

This fucking family.

Oh, hey! Come on.

How's it going?

What?

Are you psyching me out?

I'm fucking terrified.

Asshole!

Shit.

If the car doesn't come soon,
I'm just gonna swim home, I think.

Greg tells me you
swallowed your own load.

Yeah, it was... Yeah.
It was pretty wild.

It's cool, though, 'cause
it's like I didn't cheat,

'cause all the sperm
stayed in my own body.

Like a closed-loop system. So...

It'd be really nice to see Shiv.

Willa! Hi, I just want
to say I love you.

I love you so much.

What's happening?
Where's the car?

Arriving in five.

Congratulations, Tom. I hear
you swallowed your own load.

Yeah, I did.

It's been a really
wonderful night.

I would love a chicken pot pie.

Thank you.

Okay, honey, bye.

Hey, Shiv!

I'm home!

Still got both my eyebrows!

- Oh, hi!
- Hey.

Hey, you're back already.

God, I missed you,
honey. God, I missed you.

- I missed you.
- How was it?

- Which... The party?
- Yeah.

It was a blast.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

So what happened?

You know, just,
like, this and that.

Usual. Normal stuff.

Specifically what, Tom?

Wait, what? No. Shiv, you...

I thought you said...

Oh, honey, I'm shitting you.

Oh, my God, okay.

Oh, it's good to have you back.

Yeah, Frank. Those
girls from the art thing,

I want you to put the
word around they're junkies,

they're sluts, they're shooting
seed capital straight into their arms.

Let's sink them.

Gentlemen, shall we?

My man.