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Rava. Hey.

Uh, my dad’s--

My dad’s in the hospital.

Yeah, he had, I don’t know,

I don’t know what.

But, uh...

yeah, I don’t know
if he’s gonna be OK.

It’s-- Yeah.

So... I don’t know.
I’m here with Jess.

We’re just trying
to get there--

- What the--?
- ( horns honking )

Can we just find a way
around the traffic, man?

Just-- Just--
Just figure it out. Please!

( music playing )

( tires squeal )

Where’s the ICU?

Man:
...blood pressure... ( continues, indistinct )

( indistinct medical chatter )

Man:
...tests...

What’s the situation?
Can somebody--

Excuse me.

They’re working on him.

What is this part
of the hospital?

I mean, is this
the best section?

Excuse me? Doctor,

is this the best part
of the hospital?

Sorry. You know, we just--
we need to know.

The ICU is the ICU.
This is the best place for him.

Is this where you would
take your father?

I’m sorry. Can the team
have some space? Please?

Hey, here’s an idea.
Why don’t you worry about the medicine,

not the fucking feng shui?

Connor:
Let’s let the gentleman do his job.

Thank you.

- Let’s do this for Dad.
- Thank you.

Shiv:
Sorry.

( monitor beeps )

( theme music plays )

Do they know
who we are?

- I don’t know.
- Are they sandbagging us?

- Do they know who he is?
- I don’t know.

- Shall we call Mom?
- Shiv: What?

No. There’s like
a million people to call.

She’s probably just make it
about herself, anyway.

Come on.
Your mom’s a maniac, she’s not a monster.

Folks, we need you
to wait through there, please.

Hi. I’m sorry.

We’re getting
mixed messages here.

We have no clue
what’s going on.

We will be with you

as soon as we have
an assessment.

OK, well,
that’s not good enough.

We need to know
what’s happening. Now.

The socio-economic health
of multiple continents

is dependent on his well-being.

The socio-economic health
of multiple continents?

Kendall. Everyone.

We have an area
we can go to.

They’ll keep us posted.

- ( chatter )
- ( Kendall sighs )

Kendall:
So, look, take me through what happened exactly.

Uh, I don’t know,
exactly.

It was weird. Um,
it happened fast,

- we were just sitting there--
- Shiv: We were just talking.

We were talking,
Shiv kind of started

- hard-balling Dad a little bit.
- I wasn’t hard-balling him.

A brain hemorrhage
doesn’t come from some chit-chat, asshole.

So it’s definitely
a brain hemorrhage? Is that what they said?

Somebody said that,
right?

- Somebody said hemorrhage?
- Or stroke? I--

- The ambulance--
- A stroke is a hemorrhage.

- It is?
- Yes.

Did someone say "hemorrhage,"

or is it just us
who said it?

It could be an aneurism.

Why aren’t we chasing this?

I’ll chase.

Connor:
Hey, uh, is there any--

Did Dad ever talk to any
of you guys about cryogenics?

You’re insane.
Look, I don’t want

to be given the runaround

by Doctor-fucking-SUNY Purchase
Medical School here.

We need to know
who the top players are, OK?

Who’s the top dog
in this hospital?

Have you talked
to Dad’s neurologist?

Kendall, stop acting like
the king of the hospital.

We’re all trying
to do our best, so just fuck off.

I’m on it. OK?

According to this,
it sounds like a stroke,

but it could be
an acute subdural hematoma.

Great. Get in there
and operate, Doctor Google.

Connor:
He once talked to me about cryogenics.

What?
Wouldn’t that just be typical?

All the other billionaires

are strolling around
in new bodies,

but not Dad,
because we were

too embarrassed
to actually discuss it.

Kendall:
He didn’t talk to you about cryogenics.

You talked to him
about cryogenics

because you’re obsessed
with cryogenics.

- I’m not really, Kendall.
- And what he didn’t tell you,

and what I’m telling you now,

is that you are an idiot.

Sticks and stones, Kenny.

Yeah, I know.

And on his birthday, too?
It’s so shitty.

Marianne:
So what’s happening now?

Are you staying at the hospital?

I guess.

I mean, I think I’ve got a job,

but I don’t know.

Logan said I did,

but Marcia was the only one
to hear it,

so... and then he tragically,

you know, like, whatever.

Well, what sort of job?
Is it a good job?

I don’t know. Like,

could be anything.

And I have, like, 20 bucks left.

The world is so fucked up.

I am not sending you
any more money, Greg.

Step up.

I’m not asking you to send me--

Look,

just make sure
about the job.

- All right?
- Yeah, I know.

Hey, do you have cash?

Oh.

Yeah. Uh...

no, just my last twenty.

That’s fine. Thanks.

Um...

I just got mugged by Shiv.

Man on Video:
Born in humble circumstances in Dundee, Scotland,

shortly before the outbreak
of the Second World War,

Logan Roy grew up in poverty,

but died one of the richest

and most powerful men
in America.

His widowed mother
took the decision...

Kendall:
It’s an ATN obituary.

They want us to OK it
in case they have to run it.

Is it nice?

I mean, it’s made by
his own news division.

Doesn’t say he was a prick.

( Connor talking on phone )

You want to watch it?

No.

I would really love to see you.

Yes, it’s appropriate.
It could hardly be more appropriate.

OK?

Yeah, OK. OK, good.

- Hey, Jess?
- Mm-hmm?

There’s nothing in here
about our mom.

Or Connor’s.
They need to be included.

Yeah.

PJ says Aziz Kahn
at Mayo Clinic is the best there is.

Sarah says Ann Wieman at NYU.

Ann Wieman? Is that--
That’s not who I have.

Well, it’s the name I have.

Can you tell Sarah
to give her a call?

- Sure.
- Hey, Rome.

- Do you have regular?
- Shiv: No, I’ve got--

Now I’m strapped.
Was there any change at all?

- Connor: Hey, you guys.
- What?

Could I have the change?

What is this? People are
sending shit already?

It’s from Lawrence Yee
at Vaulter.

Call him and tell him

that is not
fucking appreciated.

Mm-hmm.

- Kendall, I’m so sorry.
- Thank you, Gerri.

Can you give me five?

We need to talk.

Over here, OK?

( door opens, closes )

Obviously the nominating
committee, the board,

has a plan in the event
of Logan’s incapacitation.

Sorry, do I need
to hear this right now?

You do.

In the event that we, uh,

continue
on our trajectory

of his current consciousness,

we’re gonna need
to announce a plan

by around 6:30,
before the markets open,

in order to avoid
a lot of funky chowder.

Did you say funky chowder?

We’ve set up
down here.

Kendall:
What have you set up?

Gerri:
You’re gonna want a place to just be,

and chill,
you know?

We talked to some
of the trustees of the hospital,

so everybody knows
who’s who.

Yeah. It’s not a war room yet,
but, um...

But if we need one,
it’s available.

( chatter )

Kendall:
Jesus.

Uh, so there’s a bathroom
through there--

- Hi, Karolina--
- Hi.

Thank you, guys.

So I have Dewi and Asha

from the nominating committee
on the line.

Kendall’s here,
and you’re on speaker, guys.

Dewi:
So sorry to hear about the news.

Asha:
Likewise.

As you know, our standing plan
in the event of Logan’s...

absence, is to separate
his CEO and Chairman roles.

Dewi:
You’ll become acting CEO,

Frank stays on as COO.

We’ll need to act fast.
Stabilize the stock price.

Dewi? Dewi?

I’m sorry...

my dad is my focus
right now, OK?

Of course, it’s just that
there’s a problem

in terms of the optics

if what happened earlier today
between you two gets out.

I’m sorry, I don’t know
what you’re talking about.

Sure. Well...

Dewi:
And then there’s the problem with Frank.

- As in?
- Eva: Logan fired him

and promoted Roman.

Roman?

Jesus.

Look, I’m sorry, I--

I can’t get into this
right now, guys.

Karl:
No, of course.

You are in no fit state.

But here’s my take, OK?

My dad got sick today, right?

I don’t know, I mean,
nobody knows

when he started
acting out of character,

but, like, he didn’t seem great
from the morning on,

and there’s no paper
on any of the moves made today.

- Right, Gerri?
- Uh...

nothing meaningful.

Yeah, it was words.

Words are just, what?

Nothing.

Complicated air flow.

So, I mean, if I was saying
what actually happened today,

it would be nothing.

Gerri:
Well, that certainly

makes things simpler
from our point of view.

Do you think you can get
the family behind it?

Yes.

And Frank?

Sure.

Dude, can’t we
just talk here?

You know Connor’s
invited Willa down?

Ugh. What?! Here?!

What’s the deal
with their deal?

Unlike me, he has
no sense of boundaries.

What the fuck?

It’s stale,
but it’s empty, I think.

- Hello?
- You wanna do a play?

No, I, um,
just wanted to--

I’ve been thinking
that maybe this might be

really tough on Marcia.

Yeah,
you’re thinkin’ that?

What, will she put
all her inheritance into gold or oil?

No, I just-- No, I--

Look, I know that,
like, the trust only comes into play

if certain things happen...

Ahem. Yeah, he’s dead,
or brain dead.

Yeah, but I was thinkin’,
like...

wouldn’t it be nice
for Dad to wake up

and for all of us
to have signed,

like he wanted?

You know,
like a nice gesture?

And if he doesn’t wake up,

we’ve basically signed over
to Marcia

the power to choose
the new Dad.

So... OK.
So, for the record,

you are declining to sign
on the change of trust?

- For the record?
- Yeah.

What the fuck is this,
McCarthyism?

I’m not declining,
I’m just not--

I’m not "clining."
What the f--

OK. No. OK, just,
you know,

that just seems
very shitty under the circumstances.

What circumstances?

Well, you did make
her husband’s brain explode.

- Fuck you, man!
- Ow!

- Ohh!
- Wait--

- Stop it!
- You shit!

What, are you fuckin’ insane?

( both shouting,
indistinct )

- ( Shiv shrieking )
- Roman: No! No!

( indistinct shouting )

He--

He doesn’t deserve this.

It’s just so unfair.

He’s a great... man.

He, like, let me
come to his birthday lunch.

And he offered me a job.

Right?

He doesn’t deserve this.

And... so, if there’s
anything that I can do,

let me know.

Actually,
there is something.

- OK.
- Can you go to the apartment

and get his bed things
and slippers?

The ones with the dark checks.

You don’t mind?

No, no. I’d be...

respectfully, uh,
somberly willing.

Marcia:
Thank you.

- Now?
- Please.

OK. All right.

Marcia, we get can get Colin
or the driver to go and get his things.

( whispers )
I don’t need this fly buzzing in my face.

Slippers, slippers, slippers,
slippers, slippers.

( whispers )
Yeah, don’t fuck it up.

Fuckin’ long legs.
Greg! Hey, I need a favor from you.

What’s up?

Dad had some papers
he wanted us to sign,

and they’re in
some envelopes,

just pick ’em up
at the house, and bring ’em.

- Yeah. Where are the papers?
- Yeah.

They’re in the house
somewhere. In envelopes-- They’re just in the house!

- You got it?
- OK. I was imagining--

Oh, you’re fucking tall.
This is hurting my goddamn neck.

I have to go. OK?
Just find the papers,

and bring ’em back.

Papers, and-- and--
they’re gonna be just--

I am so done with
this conversation.

- Just handle it, OK?
- All right. Yeah.

( oxygen hissing )

Doctor:
Better not fuck this one up.

I don’t want Logan Roy’s
newspapers

goin’ through my trash cans.

( machinery whirring,
clanking )

( indistinct chatter )

( cackling )

- Oh, my God! We’ve killed--
- Logan.

- We’re bastards!
- ( cackling )

Shiv:
Turn that off.

( cackling continues )

Roman, no.
Turn it off.

- We’ve killed--
- Logan.

- We’re--
- ( video off )

What are they saying?

Just rumors, you know.

He was taken to the hospital,

some of Twitter
says he’s dead,

and also a good deal of, um,

of rejoicing at our father’s
potential demise.

Can we find out
who these fuckers are

and, like... report them?

Or just, like, screen grab
their shit.

- OK.
- So we know? Yeah?

Connor:
So, I don’t know where Kendall is, but...

Hi. Really sorry, you guys.

Thanks, Willa.

Why don’t we sit over here.

Oh, there’s Ken.

It’s gross.

Roman: Hey.

News is out.

OK, right. Well...

So, um, listen.

I don’t even want
to think about this,

but I just spoke
to the nominating committee,

and, uh...

the thing is
that the plan

is to announce
that I take over from Dad.

- Well, no.
- Excuse me?

- What do you mean?
- I mean,

we’re waiting for
the results of the scan.

It’s a pointless conversation.

OK, well,
let’s talk about it.

I can’t talk about it.
I’m upset.

Hey! I’m upset too.

Oh, not too upset
to go and fucking plot

- with the suits.
- Fuck you! OK?

I could hardly hear them
for the blood rushing in my ears.

Isn’t there a plan
anyways? Like--

Yes, there’s a plan.

That’s what I’m fucking
telling you.

The plan is that Frank and I
will take over--

- Frank was fired. So..
- Shiv: Yeah.

( clears throat )

OK. Well, I mean,
let’s d-discuss

and just see where we are,
right?

I’m not doing this.

If Dad dies, I don’t want
to be talking about this shit when he dies.

He won’t die.

( horns honking )

Greg:
Yeah, this is great. Thank you.

Greg:
Hey, man.

Sorry, I’m--
I’m really sorry,

but I don’t have
any money for the cab.

I’m sorry, sir,
do I know you?

Yeah, I-I was here
a little earlier.

I got assaulted a little
in there.

So can you pay for the cab,
please?

She was supposed to call,

but maybe she didn’t
because there’s an emergency,

uh, happening.

Sir, I’m sorry,

I don’t know who you are.

Um--

sss--

OK, so he’s not
gonna lend me the money.

So, I don’t know, um...

You know, he-- Pretty much,
he owes you your money.

He owes me the--?

You better give me
the money, dude.

( horns honking )

You guys need
to work this out for yourselves,

because basically
one of you guys

hasn’t got $14, OK?

( phone chiming )

Doorman:
Yes, ma’am.

Hello, Mrs. Roy?

( monitor beeping )

Knock knock.

Oh.

Thank you.

( blows air )

I’m so sorry.

It’s so weird.

I actually like hospitals.

Lots of people don’t.
But they’re safe.

The weird thing for me

is that I was, well,

I’d been intending
to talk to Logan,

you know, and make a...
make a proposal,

a very decent proposal,
to Shiv.

Actually been meaning
to ask for his blessing for a while,

but, uh...
now it’s very difficult.

You need to find
the right time

for these conversations.

Right.

The weird thing
I’m thinkin’ now is,

do you think Logan
would still like to be asked?

You know? I mean,
I know he can’t reply,

but would he
appreciate the gesture

if he was told
about it later?

Or even in the case...

in the case of the worst...
case,

would it have been nice
to have asked his body?

Woman on Video:
Rumors continue to circulate about the health of...

Hey, hey. They’re ready.

They have the results.

OK. Fuck.

You OK?

Yeah. Yeah.
He’ll be fine.

He’s probably
in there eating a fucking chicken bucket

and yelling at someone.

He’s had a hemorrhagic stroke,

a bleed in
the deep right hemisphere

that put pressure
on the thalamus and the brain stem,

and that’s what caused
a loss of consciousness.

So, what,
do you operate?

We don’t do that
with deep bleeds, especially in older patients.

- He’s not an older patient.
- Dude, he just turned 80.

But physically, he’s, like,
still in his 70s, and he’s in great shape.

The evidence
is that operating

in situations like these
isn’t worthwhile.

So, then, what do you do?

You can’t do nothing.

We will carry out
regular observations,

and hopefully we’ll see
some improvement soon.

That’s not good enough.
Right, Dr. Judith? That’s--

It’s an excellent department.

Well, thank you
for your input,

but you’ll understand
if we check out our options.

My assistant’s been in touch
with Ann Wieman at NYU,

and we might move Dad there.

No. He stays here.

He gets better here.

Well, we can discuss.
( humorless chuckle )

We’ll discuss
and get back to you.

No. No discussion.

I am his next of kin.
I am his proxy.

I am in charge.
Thank you.

Good. Well...

we’ll move Logan
to a suite in Greenberg.

I’ll show you the way.

I’m sure you have
some questions.

Feel free to ask me
on the way up.

( distant siren blares )

- I’m sorry, Ken.
- Thanks for coming over.

OK, so look.

We don’t know
what’s going on.

He could be fine;
he could not.

Either way, he’s not
gonna be back tomorrow,

so, long story short,

will you carry on as COO,
step up on the board--

- Become acting chairman.
- Yes.

- No.
- What?

( chuckles )
He fired me, Ken.

He-- I--

Look, I don’t know
if he even knew what he was saying...

if his brain
was working.

His brain
was working fine.

Well, whatever else,
there’s no proof, legally,

- that yesterday even happened.
- That’s not the problem.

- So what’s the problem?
- I don’t want to be chairman.

I am just an attendant lord,
here to swell a scene or two.

What the fuck
does that mean?

Come on, don’t do that.

We could do
great things together.

Mm-hmm.

So what do you need,
Frank?

( laughing )
A jazillion dollars in unmarked Bitcoin.

I don’t have a price,
Ken.

- Frank, I don’t understand.
- Ju-- We’ll talk.

There’s a lot of mess
to be cleaned up, Kendall,

but you can do it, son.

You can.

And there’s nothing I can say
to change your mind?

( sighs ) I’m sorry
about your father.

And good luck, Kenny.

Yeah?

( engine starts )

( low chatter )

I told Greg to bring
the change of trust.

- What?
- And when he does,

I think we should sign it.

I-- I’m not doing anything
without my lawyer present.

OK. Well, I’m going to sign it,
I’m getting Connor to sign it.

It’s gonna make you look
pretty fucking heartless when you don’t.

Don’t give me
a fuckin’ scary look.

You hit me,
I will fuck you up.

Ahh, fuck.

Yeah.

God,
you’re so annoying.

Shut up.

( line out ringing )

( phone chimes )

- Hello?
- Shiv: Greg.

Hey. Did you find those
contracts Roman asked for?

Uh, I... Yes, I got ’em.

Oh, I think you have
the wrong ones.

Uh, OK.

Um... right.

What, uh, what shall I do?

( chuckles ) Look,
there’s a lot of confusion.

’Cause if you have any doubt,
maybe you can’t find them,

and that might be simplest.

But if I do,

’cause I--

I think I have
the right ones here.

Don’t bring them in.

Did he change his mind?

No. I’m just telling you:

Don’t bring them in.

OK. OK. S--

All right, I get-- I get it.

So, who’s the--

Like, what’s
the chain of command here?

Are you the more senior sibling?

Greg,

it’s simple.

This is a favor
I’d like you to do for me,

and I’d like you to be discreet.

You stay for a while,
you can’t find them,

you come back. OK?

- OK.
- Thank you.

This is better.

Um...

look, so, I know
you don’t want to talk about this,

I’m just informing you,
Roman as a board member

and Shiv as a shareholder,

I’ll be taking temporary charge
as CEO and Chairman.

Frank is not interested
in the position at present.

No. I’m sorry, but even
if we were talking about this,

which we are not,
it wouldn’t necessarily be you.

Kendall:
I’m sorry, then who the fuck would it be?

Roman:
I don’t know. Anyone.

It could be me.

( Kendall laughs )

Are you insane?

- Dad made me COO.
- I don’t think so, dude.

Dad wasn’t
thinking straight.

I think he was.

You? The chief
operating officer?

- Yup.
- I mean, if that wasn’t a sign

he was loco in the coco,
I don’t know what is.

Well,
I don’t see it that way.

Come on. It was
a negotiating position, Rome.

He was fuckin’ playing you

to get you to sign
the change of trust.

Do you even know
what it fucking involves?

I mean,
he conked out mid-game.

Are you calling me a dipshit?

No. I love you, man,
but you’re not a serious person.

All right, fuck you.
He’s alive, you’re not the fuckin’ boss.

All right! Come on.
Let’s not throw shit around.

We’re in the middle,
so let’s just sit tight. No sudden moves.

We need to move.
The markets are gonna

want to know
who’s behind the wheel.

We need to control
the narrative.

"Control the narrative."
You probably yell that when you cum.

"Oh! Control the narrative!
Oh! Control it--

Control the narrative! Uhh..."

Kendall:
Fuck you. We’re in a hospital.

Everyone knows.

We have to say something.

No. Actually, we don’t.
’Cause no one knows how serious it is.

So we don’t have
to say anything.

Actually, we do. The SEC.

There are rules,
there are laws...

( baby voice ) Oh, no. The law?
Well, we can’t break the law.

Hey, Karolina?

Has a CEO ever
been out of action

and people
haven’t been told?

Um, not that
I can think of. There was Apple, but that--

Right, but if we...
wanted to drag our feet on this,

until we figure the moves...

Well, once we do know,

there’s a duty to shareholders
to let people--

Yeah, but I don’t--
I don’t know what we know.

I mean, this could be
an allergic reaction.

- It could be the flu.
- Oh, come on.

Look at the fuckin’ orchids.
This is out there.

It’s like we’re
being held hostage in the Honolulu airport.

But if we wanted to say
something, you know, other than...

Kendall:
It’s called a lie, Shiv.

When you say the thing
that’s not, that’s a lie.

We’ll need to make
a holding statement.

Of course, I’m open
to your suggestions

on how to... finesse it.

Perfect. We’ll make a decision
and get back to you shortly.

OK.

TV Newscaster:
Logan Roy, CEO and chairman

- of Waystar corporation...
- So, what do you think I do?

Well, I don’t know.
What did she say?

Roman said bring in the papers,

Shiv said
don’t bring in the papers.

Well, I guess
you need to decide

which one of them
is more important?

I guess Roman’s...
in the company,

but Shiv seems like,
I don’t know, more bossy?

All right.
Well, can you just take some of the papers?

Plus, I don’t know
about these slippers.

Like, they’re all plaid.

Does "checked" mean plaid?

’Cause then there’s gingham,
there’s tartan--

It’s like a crisscross
fuckin’ minefield.

Oh, fuck the slippers, Greg.

You have to strategize.

I’m trying to strategize, Mom,
with you!

But you won’t strategize.

( phone buzzing )

( grunts )

Hey. What’s up, Kendall?

You mix me up
with your sponsor?

Listen, I’m just calling
to issue a reminder.

Your pecker’s in my pocket, OK,

Dickless Dickleby?

You do what I say.

Let others say what they want,
but we stay dark.

You get me? No reporting
on what went down yesterday,

the turmoil.

Well, I can do
whatever I want,

because Vaulter
and our satellite sites

have editorial independence...

as set out in
that piece of paper you signed.

You know what
that piece of paper is to me?

Nothing. OK?

I’d jerk off on that paper
and send it to you as a greeting card.

Simon says: "Mum’s the word,"

motherfucker.

Hey. Sorry to bother you
so late.

Hey, let’s put something
together

about the Roy family shitshow.

Shiv:
So, and I don’t want to get into this,

but maybe we should just

cut off the whole
Kendall CEO thing

so that it doesn’t get painful.

Well, I mean,
I’m not looking for it,

but I guess I’m already COO,

so one more step...

It’s not gonna be you.

- Because?
- Come on.

- I don’t know what that means.
- Yes, you do.

Well, it doesn’t matter
who does it.

It’s just temporary,
so anyone will do.

Yeah, sure. Anyone.

- Tom.
- Tom?

- ( laughs )
- OK, fine.

Karl.

Bleahh.

Roman:
Prick. Eva?

- Cunt.
- OK.

So, who?

Someone Dad trusts.

But Dad doesn’t trust anyone,
except Frank,

and he fired Frank
for shits and giggles.

- Gerri?
- Uhh...

I don’t love Gerri.

But I don’t hate Gerri.

So, Gerri.

I’ll talk to her.

( sighs )

So, Gerri.

How ya doin’?

Oh, I’m fine.

This is where they brought
Baird, so it’s a little...

Baird?

Yeah, Baird. My husband.

Shiv’s godfather?

Oh, does he, um--
with the tortoise?

Yeah.

( laughing )
Fuck yeah, of course.

- How is he?
- He’s dead.

I know. I know.
I remember... you--

So, uh, Gerri, uh,

just wanted to say thanks
for captaining us through this shitstorm.

Um, you do a good job,

Gerri, you, uh,

you’re, um, you’re
a real good job-doer.

I suck at the whole
corporate flirt thing.

You know, I just--

I like to lube up and fuck,
you know?

- ( clears throat ) OK.
- OK.

So, um... for me and Shiv,

the whole Kendall thing
doesn’t work.

So we were thinkin’--
general counsel--

you know where
the bodies are buried.

You probably buried ’em
yourself. ( giggles )

So...

you would have
the family’s support

to step in and take the reins.

That’s a very generous offer,

but I’m going
to have to decline.

Um...

OK. Can, uh, can I ask why?

Why I don’t want the job
that makes your brain explode?

OK, but, um, uh...

G-Gerri, excuse me,

but I-- I’ve always
thought of you--

and I mean this
in the best possible way--

as a stone-cold killer bitch.

Who says you don’t know
how to flirt?

( phone chimes )

OK.

Hey. Can I get
a moment alone with you, do you think?

- I...
- Have you seen this?

I’m so sorry
about your father.

Thank you.
Would you give us a minute?

Yeah.

- Connor: Thanks, Willa.
- Mm-hmm.

Tom, would you mind?

Oh, come on.
I’m not the same as her.

- Ken.
- ( sighs )

Vaulter’s running a story
about how the company’s in turmoil.

Don’t we own him?

( laughs ) "Shit Show
at the Fuck Factory"?

Yeah. Uncertainty, discord.

That is not a good story.

"Family gets behind
other member of family,"

that’s a good story.

Oh, fuck them.

I mean, when Jobs was dying,
Apple didn’t say anything.

We’re in a hospital, Shiv.
Everyone knows.

We can’t just prop him up
and wave his hand

and say he’s fine
like they did in the Politburo or Weekend at fuckin’ Bernie’s.

I like the sound
of that, though.

Look,

you can’t put a value
on a human life,

except in our case,
you rather precisely can

because when trading
opens tomorrow, we’re gonna drop like a stone.

The only question is,
what’s the bottom?

I think I’m the best option.

I just want to say that, uh,

if you need me to...
go get sandwiches or coffee

or step up from Regional Parks
and run North America, I can,

and I will. And that’s
just an offer on the table--

- Fuck off, Tom.
- Fuck you, Kendall.

- Don’t talk to Tom like that.
- It’s OK. It’s fine.

I was about to be announced.

I mean, how can I not
be the logical choice?

Because you were
about to be announced, Ken, and then you weren’t.

I mean, the only thing
we know for certain, like for absolute certain,

tonight, is that Dad didn’t
want you running the company.

So if there was a list
of 7 billion people on this planet

that Dad would choose
to be boss,

we know you would be last.

Dad fired you, man.

No, he did not fire me.

He said it was just
gonna take a little longer.

But he said that to be nice.

What I think he meant to say
was that he wished that Mom gave birth to a can opener

because at least then
it would be useful.

Kendall:
You’re a dick.

- That’s...
- Roman: Too far?

Look, the board
are offering this to me.

I don’t actually
need your backing.

You actually really,
totally do.

I think you do.

Without it,
after what Dad did to you,

I mean, we could probably
take any appointment to court.

Jesus, Shiv, we’re talking
about court now?

Fuck you!

I didn’t even
want to talk about this, remember?

What do you--
What do you have against me?

- Nothing.
- Kendall: Nothing?

Oh, you want me
to actually say?

- Yes, I do.
- You lack killer instinct,

you’re wet, you’re green,
you’re intellectually insecure,

Bullshit.

you’re not emotionally
strong enough,

- you have addiction issues.
- That’s enough!

I don’t think all that,
I’m just trying to be Dad’s voice.

Bravo. It was
an excellent impression.

I just want to say
I’m not getting involved.

Kendall: Good.

But Shiv’s right.

I’m not saying I would make
a better CEO,

that’s unsaid--

It’s not unsaid
when you say it.

No, I’m saying
I’m not saying it,

so, in fact, it is unsaid.

Hey, pal, why don’t you
go help Willa with her homework?

Ouch. Asshole.

Listen, why don’t you
decide everything.

I don’t care.
I just observe.

I’m a UN white helmet.
All right?

Guys--

who else are you gonna get?

I think Shiv would be great.

That’s what I think.

( laughs )
Thanks, honey,

but... no way.

I mean, she doesn’t work
in the company

and has no experience
of the company

and the markets would freak,

but apart from that,
I agree with you.

I mean, we have options.

Sure. You could all
ask for morphine

so you can stay
in your painless fucking fantasy world

where the orchids dance
and the company is run

by a magical fucking unicorn!

Fuck your options.

( phone chimes )

Hello, this is Greg
on Greg’s phone.

- Greg. How ya doin’?
- Yeah, I’m just, um,

not dawdling.

You’re still at
the fucking apartment?

You’ve been there forever.

Uh, just, um--

I know you’re picking up
PJs and all that shit,

just grab a sweater,
maybe, also. My dad’s, OK?

- OK. Which sweater?
- It doesn’t matter.

Not something washed.
Something that he’s worn, maybe.

- If you find one.
- OK, yeah.

If he’s worn it, if his--

How am I gonna know
if it’s worn?

Just smell it. OK?

Jesus! I just want something
that smells like him, OK?

I just want that.
Is that enough for you?

Dude, that’s really nice.

I would want that
if this was my situation, too.

So I’ll sniff some stuff
for you--

Just-- Whatever. And if you
tell anyone about this,

I will... cut your dick off.

And don’t forget those papers
I told you to bring.

And, uh, thank you.

Fuck off.

- ( beep )
- Yeah.

( clangs )

( clanging )

( crash )

( door opens )

I... apologize
if my bell summoned you.

Hey.

Hey.

It’s, um...

- It’s like 4:00 a.m.
- Yeah, I couldn’t sleep.

Put the kids to bed and thought
I was missing all the fun, so...

How are they doing?

- The kids?
- Yeah.

Um...

they’re OK.

Maybe you could
bring them by tomorrow.

So they can say their--
you know, say their... hellos.

- Yeah.
- OK.

How are you feeling?

Good. Yeah.

Yeah. ( laughs )
How am I feeling?

Fuck. Ask me another?

- Jesus, what a day for you.
- Yeah.

The nominating committee
want me to be the big boss.

Really?

But Shiv and Roman
won’t back me

because of what Dad said
at lunch.

( laughs ) Jesus.

- Yeah.
- Ah, your family is so...

fucked.

I’m sorry, but-- Wow.

I’m sorry.

Um...

Ken, I-- ( laughs )

What can I say?
It’s-- I don’t know.

Adrenaline.

It’s just my body.

( sniffles ) Hey.

I’m glad you’re here.

Yeah. I can tell.

( tap water running )

- ( water off )
- ( sighs )

- Hey. Look. Stop. Stop.
- No. I’m not in the mood.

There’s something
I have to say to you.

- What?
- Siobhan Roy...

Oh, my God.

...will you marry me?

What... the fuck?
Seriously?

I love you.

And I wanted to do something
to make all this better.

And I thought while
your dad’s still with us, wouldn’t that be a nice thing?

We can get a quick wedding.

What is it about my dad dying
in a sterile environment

that screams big
romantic gesture to you?

Well, it’s a horrible day,
I thought--

thought it would be
a nice... thing.

Tom, you can’t
balance it out like that.

I’m not gonna...
give you a blow job when your dog dies.

Right?

Yeah. OK.

It’s fine.
I misjudged it. I get it.

No, I’m s-sorry.
Honey, I’m sorry.

I’m-- This is--

Let’s just not have this
as the moment.

Why don’t you do this again
properly another time.

No! Exactly.
This is not the moment.

This didn’t happen.
Abort. Abort, abort,

Good. OK.

But so you know,

uh...

yeah, whatever.

- Yes? Yes?
- Yeah.

When it happens, yes.

Yes? Yes!

( both laughing )

- Really?
- Yeah. I--

Yeah.

- It’s such a shitshow.
- What is?

My family.

Our family.

- Our family.
- Yeah.

( woman mutters )

Hey, hey, hey.

( whispers )
So I got the slippers.

Thank you.

Yeah, I finally found ’em.

Can you put them
in there, please?

Yeah.

So, you got the slippers.

Uh-huh.

I guess that makes you
Prince Charming.

I guess so.

You saying you want
to fuck Marcia?

What?! No.
Wh-Why would you say that?

That’s what you just said.

No. It isn’t.

You said
you were Prince Charming.

- No, you just said that.
- I’m kidding.

I’m kidding.

( scoffs ) OK.

Do you know that, uh--

Do you know
that he gave me a job?

What job?

- I don’t know.
- OK.

- Do you know when I start?
- No. Obviously I don’t know.

- Why would I know?
- I don’t know.

I thought you might know
’cause I thought everybody’s talking

and, like, might be
talking about me?

No, everybody
was talking about you this whole time.

Everyone was only
talking about you, Cousin Greg.

I get it.

Ha ha.

Hey. Hey.

( sighs ) When you, uh,
figure all this out,

come in and see me. OK?

And, uh,
and I’ll look after you.

All right?

I’m serious. I will.

- Sure.
- Thanks, man.

That’s OK.

All right, later.

Take it easy, Greg.

( door opens )

Yo, come here for a second.

( clears throat )
So, listen.

I’ve been thinking...

and this is my vision:
We got for it. Me and you.

CEO and COO.

- Oh.
- Me and my homey Romey.

I thought I was a fuckhead.

Uh, dipshit,
and you said that.

You said I wasn’t serious.

Sorry.
It’s been a long day.

Yeah.

But dude, seriously.

Me and you, bro.

Like, I could teach you.

And you could,
you know, teach me.

And Shiv?

I mean, you know
what Shiv’s like.

Ultimately
she’s a daddy’s girl. Right?

I mean, she wants
to play it safe.

We’re the ones with the nuts
to fuckin’ revolutionize.

OK, I’m not uninterested.

All right, then,
let’s fuckin’ do it.

Here’s the thing.
Gerri just turned down the top job.

So does that mean something?

Are you fuckin’ with me?

Nope.

Who asked Gerri?

It was broached.

- It was broached?
- Yeah.

By who? Did you broach?
You broached it, didn’t you?

Don’t pin the broach on me,
OK? Everyone was broaching.

Just want to make sure
we trust each other.

Everything up front, OK?

All right.

OK.

Shake on it
or something?

Official?

Oh. OK.

Connor: Hi.

Oh, come on.

Hey. Hey, knock it off.

( indistinct chatter )

Thank you, Willa.

So, listen, I’ve asked Roman
to be acting COO...

- Roman: Actual COO.
- ...to my acting CEO.

- And you said?
- Roman: I said why not?

- Snake.
- Sis, please,

I’m trying to bring
everyone together here. I’m mediating.

- Well, I’m saying no.
- Me too.

I thought you were
a fucking white helmet.

Sometimes a peacekeeper
has to go shoot a maniac on the perimeter, OK?

What the fuck?
Why would you say no to this and yes to Gerri?

Gerri has been with the company
for 20 years. Dad trusts her.

She’s older. She’s wiser.
She’s a mature person--

such as myself.

Uh-huh. Well,
she doesn’t want it.

OK, so in my opinion,
we should find someone else.

- Temporary.
- OK, like who?

I don’t know,
someone neutral.

Eva or...
American Psycho, what--

- Roman: Karl.
- Connor: Karl. Yeah.

And what if it isn’t temporary,

what if he uses his position
to make it permanent?

Because he wouldn’t do that.
He’s nice! He brought coffee.

Kendall:
Oh, he brought coffee.

Then we should definitely
let him take control of the company.

Dude, he’s not gonna
take control of the company.

Look, it’s a gamble.

It’s either me and Roman
and us as a family,

or it’s Eva and Karl,

or some fuckface suit
from the Deep State of the company.

They could take the company
out of our hands,

and we’d never
get near it again.

If Dad wakes up,
and he’s frail,

and he’s looking
at the end game,

you want to be the one
who tells him

his family business
isn’t family-run anymore?

I mean, maybe you
could get away with it--

- you know, his favorite.
- Oh, fuck you.

But maybe you wouldn’t
stay his favorite

if you gave away the firm.

Look, we need a statement
by 6:30.

So you just have to think--

like, bullshit aside--

who do you think, really,
Dad would prefer?

What’s up, fam?

Oh. Yeah. Um...
did you get the papers?

- What?
- The pap--

The papers in the envelope?
I called you?

Dude-- Oh, my God.
I’m so sorry.

So no, basically?

I was thinking
about your dad,

- I was up there--
- Hey, don’t worry about it.

My head was just
messed up.

OK. We’re gonna
have to announce. Where are we at?

While Dad is ill,
the family proposes that Kendall run the company

with Roman as COO.

I hereby concur.

OK. OK, uh..

I will let the committee know
the family’s position,

and pending board approval,
we can announce.

- Congratulations, Ken.
- Thanks, Gerri.

And Roman, congratulations.

Eva:
This is all very exciting.

Karl:
Difficult decision.

For the record,

I personally believe this
to be a total fucking disaster.

OK, good.

Gerri:
Kendall, um, listen,

we need to talk.

I’m sorry, I just need to...

I just need a conversation
with you in private.

- What is this?
- Um...

There’s a few things
you should know.

Um... ( exhales )...

OK, there’s no way
to put this nicely,

so forgive me for
stating it baldly,

but, um,
there’s a huge debt problem.

What are you--
No.

- Yes. Three billion.
- No, there’s not.

Fuck off.
I’d know.

No one knows.

Well, me and Frank.

What about... Dad?

Yeah, your dad.

Hence the debt.

Gerri, what the fuck
is going on?

Where did the money go?

In 1985,

Logan needed cash badly
for the expansion into parks,

so he took out a loan through
the family holding company.

He knew that besides Frank,

none of the other boards members
could see what was happening.

And then he added that loan
to the company’s already considerable debt.

Son of a bitch.

OK.

OK.

We can deal.

Yeah, but Kendall,
the thing is,

it’s secured against
Waystar’s stock...

and when the stock hits 130,

they can pursue
repayment in full.

Which, if they decided
to do that, would eviscerate us.

Yeah, but there’s
no precedent for that. They’ll never do that.

They’ll renegotiate.

- Well, that depends.
- On what?

Well, you see,
the banks know that the man they invested in

can no longer function,
and as far as they’re concerned,

you’re just some kid
with nice hair.

You’re making it
quite fucking difficult

to savor this moment,
Gerri.

I’m sorry about that.

Don’t jump.

( theme music playing )

Doctor:
We had hoped to see a response by now,

but what we do know is
that he’s stable. So...

if you want to grab some sleep,
this is a good time.

( sighs )

( kisses fingertip )

Night, Dad.

See you soon.

( theme music playing )