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This is fucking impressive.
You hooked this shit up, friend.

Hey, brother, I just wanna say
you killed that shit.

My man. Absolutely killed that.
For sure.

What’s up, bro?
Good to see you.

You’re fuckin’ imperial
right now, OK?

I think American Diablo
is your best album.

Thanks, guys.
Much obliged.

All right, man.
All right--

Are we supposed
to follow him?

- What’s gonna happen?
- Just be cool.

So, this guy’s your boy,
right?

Yeah. Hey, listen,

can I talk to you
about something?

- Mm-mm, sure.
- Um--

Oh, here she comes.
What’s up?

So he’s just decompressing,
apparently,

but he’s really
down to connect.

Oh, he’s decompressing?
What from his voyage

to the bottom
of the fuckin’ rap ocean?

- His show was a shitty show.
- ( laughing )

But the label got a room
for you guys.

- Right here.
- I’m sorry, what’s your name?

- Jess.
- Jess. Sorry.

Can you just remind him

he’s the guy
that owns the company

that owns the company
that owns the label

- that pays his fucking ass?
- Absolutely.

Yeah, just don’t say
those words.

Oh, my gosh,
look at this.

Shrimp. Huh?

Look at this.

Warmed in this airless box
for like,

what, let’s say six hours?

And this goo?
Is this delicious fucking goo?

Look at that. Mmm!

So, listen, I need
to say something,

but once I’ve said it
I’ll have said it,

and while it’s not a big deal,
it’s delicate.

What is it?
You fucked the company?

I haven’t fucked the company.

Uh-huh.

Scientology? What is it?

Look, we’re friends,

we go back, I can trust you.

Right?

No.

Sure, but on money stuff,
I can trust you?

No.

Because we’re calling a vote
of no confidence on my dad.

What the fuck, man.

It’s the best way forward
right now.

This is fucking terrible.

Bro, you’re gonna
fuck the company.

You’re fucking
with my money, Ken.

Look, I’m telling you,
it’s just cleanest.

He’s lost it.

He’s going to D.C. tomorrow

to piss away
our political capital

and position us permanently
in a dying sector.

- Do you think you can win?
- Of course.

It’s finished.
I’m informing you, not courting you.

Because I have to work
with whoever’s left.

Right. With me.

So are we good?

Can I count on your vote
for Team Future?

I can promise you
that I am spiritually

and emotionally
and ethically

and morally behind
whoever wins.

( theme music plays )

What’s the matter?

I’m pissed because
I have to come down to him

like a fuckin’ FedEx guy.
Why can’t he come to us?

Well, I guess
he’s the president.

Fuckin’ Californian
shrunken little raisin.

I’ve seen ten of ’em.

He’s basically
a fuckin’ intern.

Are you OK, Karl,
on all this?

Yeah. Sure. Yeah.

- On the law?
- Yeah.

Gerri walked me
through it too, so...

I wish she was here
and not you.

( chuckles )

Well, thank you.

She has to stay in the city
for board meeting prep, so...

It was a joke, Karl.

And I’m guessing
if I say cortado with almond,

you’re gonna look like
I’m some kind of jerk, right?

( door opens )

I will have a black coffee,
please and thank you.

Is this safe?

I don’t think we’re gonna
bump into anyone here.

So how’d it go with Stewy?

It went great.
He’s in.

OK. Well, that’s great.

Yeah. So I think
we’re all good.

Uh-huh.

Shall I just...
run it one more time

before we open our kimonos
in public?

Givens: Logan.

Once the vote is proposed,

he’s recused--
out of the game.

So we have Kendall,
Roman, Frank. Three votes in favor.

And Asha. Your pet. That’s good?

Rock solid.
Already floated and noted.

Right.

Paul, Dewi, Datu--

they’re old guard,
they’ll go Logan.

Yeah, well, sure. I mean...
but sure.

OK, Uncle Ewan, uh,

he’s still a possible,
right?

Um, you could maybe stoke
the old resentments?

Lady Macbeth,
gettin’ your little fuckin’ screwdriver in.

It’s not a fucking
teddy bear’s picnic, Roman,

- it’s a massacre.
- Lawrence?

Dad would sell Vaulter
for parts.

Lawrence would be crazy
not to vote with me.

Except Lawrence hates you.

We have three for Logan,
five against, three unknowns.

Come on, this is bullshit.
Look, we push, Lawrence is ours,

Ewan could be ours,
Ilona could be ours.

Gerri can’t vote,
but she can talk for senior management.

This is done. There’s being
cautious, and there’s being fucking time-wasters.

If you want me to do this,
you gotta look worst case.

Lawrence, Ewan, Ilona,
all in play.

One more makes us sure winners.

Yeah. We, uh...
we hit Lawrence.

Man on phone:
I got the call. The nuclear reactor is sealed off.

- The infected have been shot.
- Oh, that’s great.

That’s great. Thank you.

- Yeah.
- Thank you so much.

- We’re good.
- OK. OK.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

- Yeah. Goodbye forever.
- Hope so.

Woman on TV:
...three men

to own half the wealth
of America.

I have just been given
the all-clear.

Ohh! I feel
I can breathe again.

Honestly, honey, it’s like
this 900-pound gorilla

has finally stopped fucking me.

Now, is this the thing
I don’t want to know about?

Yeah. And it’s gone.

Poof.

I think I’m good.
I think I’m good.

Greg. Me.
The circle’s tight.

Tom:
He’s good. He’s my little R2 unit.

I don’t know.

Arrgh! I don’t-- This--
I don’t fucking know!

( sighs ) Should I
stick with her?

Is that a president?

Maybe. I don’t know.

Now, not to be Groomzilla,

but can we talk about menus?

’Cause I really, really love
Lake Como,

but I’m worried about the fog.

One thing is,
people don’t change.

You know,
a candidate can’t change.

You can primp and plump
and repackage,

but if you want to
change someone fundamentally,

- forget it.
- So, should we go...

very old New York classy?

Oh. Yeah. Uh, I--

Sorry, I had a pretty shitty
phone call with my mom the other day,

and just to smooth things over
I said that we might

have the wedding
back in England.

- You what?
- Yeah.

- Is that a biggie for you?
- Excuse me, Shiv. Fuck.

Tom, it’s just a wedding.
The planners will figure it out.

- "Just a wedding"? Shiv.
- Yeah.

- It’s our wedding!
- Oh, Tom--

- It only happens once.
- I can’t do this right now.

- Tom.
- OK. No--

I’m trying
to think about work.

And I’m looking forward to it,

but I just can’t
get into it all, all the details.

I mean, the wedding
might be in England, but it might not.

OK, OK, sorry, sorry.

Roman:
So, I’ll take Lawrence,

and you firm up the others,
yeah?

That’s OK. I got him.

No, I know the guy.

I see him at every
fucking fakers party,

phony soft opening
that I go to.

We’re like two peas
in a metrosexual think pod.

Look, are we doing this?

Are we running
a fucking company together, or what?

Just ’cause I like a joke
doesn’t mean I’m a fucking clown.

Look, Rome,
I’m just trying to--

- I got it.
- I know you’re not a clown.

- I’m not.
- It’s delicate.

Oh, it’s delicate?
I didn’t realize

it was delicate,
the little nuances.

Lawrence fuckin’ hates you,
man, he does.

- And he likes you?
- Yeah.

He likes me.
People like me.

I look like a matador
and everyone wants to fuck me.

I see him around.
I know the guy.

- Trust me.
- OK.

Karl:
Gerri says there are multiple indicators

he wants to be sympathetic
to our expansion.

You think so?

If he waves this through,

he gets hundreds
of local TV stations

most amenable to talking about
what a great fuckin’ guy he is.

He just needs to be prepared
to take a little political heat is all.

Four more years,
we’re Proctor & Gamble of the news.

Hey. Tom.
Uh, I’m heading to Washington.

Do you mind if I miss dinner?
I need to figure out about Joyce.

No, sweetheart, that’s fine.

If you need to think about
your commitment to Joyce,

then go, do it.
Go to Washington.

Yeah, I just wondered
if I picked the right horse.

No, I get it, I do. Yeah.

Slide her under
the X-ray machine, baby.

- OK. Love you. Bye.
- You, too. Bye.

Hey hey, guy.

Hey hey.

Hey. Everything OK, Greg?

- Yeah. Yeah. Sure.
- Sure?

Good.

Good good.

You know, you can, uh,

you can talk to me
about anything. You know?

Oh, yeah. Well, I-- Thanks.

Fantastic... resource.

( scatting under breath )

OK, OK.

So, Shiv is going
to Washington,

so why don’t, tonight,
why don’t I take you out?

No?

What, for real?

I thought you were gonna say

"take you out
and beat the shit out of you,"

or "take you out
and put a bullet through your dumb fuckin’ brain,"

or something else,
you know, funny like that.

No, Greg,
I’m not some beast.

Well, actually,
I finally got paid--

( laughs )
Attaboy. OK.

It’s like they’re not
paying the light bill here,

but, um,
but I actually got paid,

and I was thinking about
maybe going to, um,

have you ever visited
California Pizza Kitchen?

( laughs ) No.
Dear Lord, no.

It’s pretty delicious, Tom.

No. No, it isn’t, Greg.

I mean, you might think
it tastes delicious, but...

They make
a Cajun chicken linguini just how I like it.

But that’s not how
you’re supposed to like it.

OK, you probably have
quite an undereducated palate.

So, let’s go out,
and I’ll teach you.

And I’ll show you
how to be rich. OK? It’ll be fun.

He’ll be just along
the hallway here, Mr. Roy.

I have been here before,

and I do know
how hallways work.

Someone will be with you
shortly.

What a fuckin’ song and dance,
eh? ( chuckles )

- Ah.
- Mr. Roy. I am so sorry,

but the president passes on
his sincere apologies.

He’s currently dealing with
a matter of homeland security.

He’s sure you’ll understand,
but he’s going to need to offer

an alternative face
for this discussion.

"Alternative face,"
what the fuck does that mean?

If I drop my pants,
I can show you an alternative face.

How does that sound?

Logan:
Have I been snubbed?

Find out if I’ve been snubbed.

Karl:
I don’t think you’ve been snubbed.

Is this a snubbing?!
Just fucking find out!

Holy shit. Wamsgans!

A fuckin’ black eye?

You should see the other guy.
( laughs )

The guy who jammed his dick
in your eye?

Let’s just say, uh,

I was in bed, with Shiv, so...

What? She punched you?

No.

Things just get
a little hot and heavy.

A little freaky-deaky. So...

Fuckin’ our sister?
That’s cool, man.

Yeah, it’s kinda weird
when you talk about that.

Roman:
No, I think it’s really cool.

Like, what’s it like,
like, to bang our sister?

So what’s goin’ on?
Clue me in.

Uh, we just finished, bud.

Yup. Yeah, I’m gonna go, uh,

eat a fucking elk
or something.

See ya later.

Oh, hey, Tom.

Just to say I know

you’ve been eating
a lot of shit for me

that I don’t know about,

and I appreciate that.

And I want you to know:
I like you.

You’re Team Kendall, man.

Lot of stuff goin’ down,

but you’re on the team.

Thanks, brother.

Here’s to us.

To us.

Uh, so I do need
to ask something,

but, um...

we’re cool, yeah?

Like, we’re fuckin’ disruptors,
Yeah?

Yeah.

But, um...

what would you say...

what would you say
if I told you

that there was gonna be
a vote of no confidence tomorrow?

Kick out the old man,
in with the new guard.

Romey and the homey.

You and Kendall are thinking
of killing your dad?

- Well--
- That’s a little Greek tragedy.

Yeah, Oedipus.

Did I say that I was
going to fuck Marcia?

No. Although
I definitely would, ’cause she’s hot.

But that’s, you know,
that’s like phase two.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- ( chuckles )
- ( kisses )

I’m sorry I’m late.

Yeah, no. No worries.

This place has changed.

Uh... yeah.

I mean, well,
e-everything changes.

We’ve changed.

What’s this?
Shiv Roy goes soulful.

Does not suit you.

It’s like you’re wearing
a turtleneck and a stick-on mustache.

All right, yeah.

Well, I do have feelings.

So, uh, congratulations
on Senator Miller.

Thank you.

Not exactly the fuckin’
Southern Strategy,

gettin’ a bunch of Jews,
blacks, and media studies professors

to vote in a Democrat
in New York state, but still...

Fuck you.
You’ve seen the numbers.

Yeah, there’s a number of ways
of analyzing the numbers.

I did a fucking good job,
in the teeth of a scandal.

At this point in the cycle,
I knocked it out of the fucking park.

So here’s to me.

How’s everything in
the People’s Republic of Gil Eavis?

Amazing.

So, go on, Shiv,
what is this?

OK, uh, well...

I want you to think
about joining us.

- Me and Joyce.
- Why?

Because I need
a piece of shit on the team.

What do you think?

I think: Is it a good idea?
You and me?

- Uh, yeah. Why?
- Historically speaking,

we found it quite hard
not to fuck each other.

It’s great to see you...
on such short notice.

Shush. Eat.

I finished most of ’em,
Grandpa.

Your mother says
you don’t have any money.

Until recently,
but actually, um,

my pay came through.

And now I’m incredibly rich.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, uh, I’m sure
you’re going to be very happy.

Thank you.

She also told me
to feed you,

so eat up.

Whew. Honestly,

I think my stomach
might have shrunk

during my...
my period of poverty.

The waste in this city
is obscene.

Finish it.

So, how come you’re here--
you’re in town,

uh, if I may ask?

Well...

you’re a grownup,
allegedly.

So here’s what grownups do.

Kendall is gonna call for
a vote of no confidence

against his own father
at the next board meeting.

S-Sounds like a huge deal,

but it’s just procedure or--

It’s a wanton act
of egregious selfishness.

In keeping with everything else
I’ve come to loathe

about this rat’s nest
of a family.

Right. Right.

So are you gonna tell Logan?

I’m gonna keep my snout
of the trough,

thank you very much.

And my advice to you is:
paddle your own canoe.

Hmm?

( phone buzzing )

Hello?

Marcia:
Kendall?

Marcia.

I was wondering,
if you’re not busy,

if you don’t mind
joining your father for dinner?

Did he ask
to have dinner with me?

Yeah.

He’s home alone,

and I have something
I cannot miss.

Um... just him and me?

Yeah. Is it a bad time?

Do you have something planned?

Uh, no. Of course.

Um, no, I’m-- I’m around.

Thank you.

I’ve left some steamed fish.

Merci beaucoup.

OK, su--

- Mmm.
- Exactly.

When I had their monkfish,
I thought I was gonna shit, puke and cum all at once.

That sounds... delicious.

Although I don’t actually
have much of an appetite.

Well, you better
find one quick,

’cause this is one of
the most exclusive popups in the city,

and we’re having
the full tasting menu.

Uh-huh.

How come the--
the wine list doesn’t have any prices?

Because they’re obscene.

Look, here’s the thing
about being rich, OK?

It’s fucking great.

OK? It’s like being
a superhero, only better.

You get to do what you want,
the authorities can’t really touch you,

you get to wear a costume,
but it’s designed by Armani,

and it doesn’t make you
look like a prick.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

If I was going to
come in with you, what’s your vision?

Well, it’s me and Kendall.

Fuck Kendall. OK?

You. What’s your vision?

You know what?

I ended up in a book shop
the other day,

and I just started laughing.

OK.

I was looking at all the books
cramming up all the walls,

and I just thought, you know,
about the olden days,

all the fucking monasteries
and the Bibles

and the sermons
and the "Did Jesus say this? and "Do you mean that?"

and all the words
and what have you.

All gone.

No one gives a fuck.

You’re saying
we’re going post-literate.

People are gonna read,

but the old world, it’s gone.

Papers, gone. News, gone.

"Tune in to ABS at nine
to be told what to think."

No. Over.

It’s all about the morsels, man.

Feed me the fucking
tasty morsels.

Keep me interested.
That is where we’re headed.

Tasty morsels
from groovy hubs.

Tasty morsels...
from groovy hubs.

Um, look, man,

I’m dumb, but I’m smart.

I’m too dumb to know how
to fix our whole company. I don’t have the attention span.

This is probably
the most interesting thing

that’s happened
in my whole life,

and I’m thinking about
six other things.

But I am smart enough
to know what needs changing,

and I’m smart enough
to spot the people

who can help us, Lawrence.

So are you in?

Well...

I’m on the side of change.

Yeah, you are.

( phone buzzing )

Sorry-- Oh, fuck.

Mind if I take this?

Lawrence:
Go ahead.

Sorry, fellas.
Keep it sexy.

Yeah?

Marcia asked me
to have dinner with Dad.

- He knows. Does he know?
- I don’t know.

Did he mention me?

What did Lawrence say?

Uh, he’s in.

For real?

Yes, for real. Fuck you.

Nice. OK.

OK, great. Thanks.

Oh, Jesus.

What-- What now?

- Ortolan.
- What’s ortolan?

It is a deep-fried songbird.
You eat it whole.

- Oh, my God...
- This is a rare privilege.

And it’s also
kind of illegal.

- Oh, I have a--
- For the head.

The exact purpose is debated.

Some say it’s to mask the shame;

others, to heighten
the pleasure.

( crunching )

Oh, my God.

That is so good.

Did you eat it yet,
Greg?

- Not yet, no.
- Eat it, Greg!

( crunching )

( Greg mumbles )

Um, it’s a rather...
unique flavor.

Yeah, it’s the gamy,
brainy hit, my friend.

Oh.

Can we have some more wine,
please?

You trying to seduce me, Tom?

Yes, I am!
Yes, I am, Greg.

All the things
we’ve seen,

all the things we’ve done--

we’re in this together, man.

OK. Is that--

Is that what this is,
this is about the thing?

We have a bond.

- You do?
- Yeah, sure.

I was an outsider once.

Young guy from St. Paul,
alone in the big city, and it was hard.

And you create this
kind of protective shell,

but underneath,
we’re all just little... nudie turtles.

OK.

I gotta level with you,

because if I eat any more
songbirds, I’m gonna hurl.

My grandpa already
bought me dinner tonight.

Your grandpa?
What’s he doing in New York?

He’s come down for
this vote of no confidence in Logan tomorrow.

Did you know about that?

What? You serious?

Yeah, he’s come down
especially to vote.

It’s a big deal, right?

Yeah. Hold on. Hold on.

You say you want me...
but really, you don’t.

It’s so exciting
when you know more about me than I do.

You want me for my edge,
’cause she’s not edgy enough.

You should be workin’
for a winner like Gil.

You know I’m a considerably
more successful political strategist than you are.

Shiv, you work with
what you got,

and what you got is... bleachh.

I’ve been grooming Joyce
for three years.

- Appeals to everyone.
- Exactly.

Which is a little like
appealing to no one. She’s nice.

That is a horrible thing
to say about anyone.

Look, Kendall told me
how you’re marrying this...

guy, this corn-fed basic
from hockey town.

- Yeah, Tom. He’s a great guy.
- Sure.

Great guy
with the square head.

And you’re workin’
for the nice black lady.

- What are you trying to prove?
- You’re such a fucking prick.

You should be with
an exciting bastard like me.

I tried playing with you,
and you broke.

( elevator dings )

Sir. Your father’s
on a call in the den.

He asked if you’d
wait a moment.

Oh, sure.

( sighs )

( phone buzzes )

Tom? Uh, hey, can this wait
till tomorrow?

You’re gonna want to hear this.
Ewan is in town,

and he knows,
and he’s come to vote.

What? Hold-- Hold on.

Who’s your source?

Uh, I can’t reveal my sources.

( whispers )
But it’s Greg.

( sighs )

OK. Uh, Tom,

you do not breathe a word
of this, OK?

My lips are sealed.

All right. Thanks, Tom.
I appreciate it.

It’s not a big deal.
Team Kendall.

My God. My God!
It’s actually happening.

It’s happening.

The troops are taking
Saddam’s palace, man.

This time tomorrow,
you and me--

I could-- I could be like the--

I could be like the third
most important guy in the company.

I mean, it’s the storming
of the Bastille.

Let us eat cake. I mean--

( laughing )

I don’t know what
we’re talking about.

( exhales )

Thanks, Richard.

( TV on )

Hey, Dad.

Hey.

You shouldn’t eat
this shit.

You’re not the boss of me.

TV:
( crowd roars, referee’s whistle blows )

Did you want to talk?
Marcia said you... wanted to see me.

Marcia.

Yeah, she’s got her own game
goin’ on.

What does that mean?

You know what it means.

You’ve got your game goin’ on.

I’ve got my game.

What-- What’s, uh,
what’s your game?

Everybody’s got a game.

So what’s goin’ on?

What’s the action?
What’s the story?

What’s goin’ on?

You heard about my meet?

You heard it was a snub?

What? Uh-- Oh.

Yeah, I heard, um--

Uh, I heard
real security alert,

but who knows,
it’s tough to read.

Oh, fuck.

TV:
( sports play-by-play, referee’s whistle blows )

I could do something
about this.

OK?

Haven’t had one of these
in, uh...

I don’t even know.

You gonna eat it?

Yeah, I’m gonna eat it.

Hey, good.
( laughs )

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Oh, fuck!

Every fuckin’ time!

( dance music playing )

Thanks, man. Thanks.

Should I get us some beers?

No, no. No need.
Bottle service. I ordered vodka.

Come on.

Whoa! ( laughs )
Go ahead, man.

Hey! So this is what you do?

You, like, go to a club,
and then you come to, like,

this other part
where the club sort of isn’t?

Yeah! Yeah, that’s it!

This is 2,000 bucks a pop.

Why?

No reason!
We’re being totally ripped off!

Is this gold--
Is this gold leaf?

Uh-huh. Drink the gold,
my friend.

And then later you and I
can have a 24-karat piss.

( music continues )

Frank ( over phone ):
Any news?

Um, we have Lawrence.

That’ll make our sleep easier.

If I can sleep. Which I won’t.

I think I’m just gonna
call Sarita

and check
Ilona’s out of the action.

Oh, do we need?

You’re not worried
that could stir things?

Just to cover all the bases.

Hey, Frank?

Listen, is-- is this--

Is this, like,
objectively... horrible?

You know, w-we could hold off.

We could put this together
next quarter--

Ken. You made this happen.

It’s hard enough
to get five people together for a fuckin’ dinner.

You might never
get another shot.

And it’s the right thing to do.

Strength.

You’re a good son.

Night, Ken.

Goodnight.

( clears throat )

( line out ringing )

- Hello?
- Sarita, hey.

Sorry to call so late. I--

You know, I was just, uh,
thinking, and-- and--

It’s nice to hear your voice.

Yeah, it’s nice to hear
yourvoice.

I don’t know, I felt bad,

and I wanted to check in...
on your mom.

Uh, I assume she can’t make it

to the board meeting
tomorrow, sadly.

No. I have to go, Kendall.

( disconnects )

( music playing )

( siren wailing )

So, tell me more
about Mr. Potato Head.

Tom?

He’s a-- He’s amazing.

Well, I’m pleased.

- Uh, but-- It is great.
- Shiv.

You’re convincing me.
You are.

It’s the constant sort of...
weary repetition.

- "Tom’s great."
- He is.

( chuckles )

We’re not gonna fuck tonight,
right?

You know
I’m getting married, too.

Oh, really.

Car model
or failed actress?

Ouch.
There she is.

She’s actually
a French doctor.

That’s nice.

I mean, it doesn’t mean
we can’t do other stuff.

- Uh...
- Theoretically.

I’m getting married
in March.

I’m getting married in May.

- It’s not a competition.
- Sure. Yeah.

But only one of us
is getting married in lilac season,

and it’s not you.

- Nate: Come on.
- Shiv: What?

I have to say
I am feeling...

You’re feeling what,
Nate?

I mean, we could masturbate
in separate rooms.

- Oh, God!
- No. It’s quite modern.

- No. Come on!
- Or-- Or--

Just, for old times’ sake,
last one.

Absolute last one.

I could just, you know,
the old traditional...

simply... stick it in.

Yeah. Like a gas station,
right?

Just stick it in.

So a French doctor, huh?

She sounds far too nice
and interesting for you.

She’s not that nice.

Deep down she’s...
status- and money-obsessed. Like you.

This is nice.

This is like being friends.

You know.

( phone buzzing )

It was Gil.

He’s very interested.

I think you should do this.

You’re hot, you’re...

so hot right now.

Come on.
Nate.

We should be good people.

Uh, I know.

Wouldn’t it be nice to just
wake up in the morning and...

...not feel like
a fucking piece of shit?

- Hey, Shiv.
- Morning.

You know you’re amazing,
right?

Uh, yeah. I guess.

Come meet Gil.

He’s not a pipe dream.
He’s gonna go all the way.

OK.

So, we behaved ourselves.

They’re gonna write songs
about how good we were.

Shiv?
You’re a blonde beast.

You should do
whatever you want.

Bye, Nate.

I think it’s gonna be tight,
but, uh...

you know, all the variables
swing our way.

Huh.

- ( phone buzzing )
- Whup.

Hey, what’s up, Jess?

Jess ( on speaker ):
I have Ms. Shinoya on the line.

OK.

Sarita?

Woman:
Hello?

Ilona. Ilona, hi.
How are you?

God, it’s great
to hear your voice.

Y-You’re up.
Um, did-- did you get my gift?

Yes. So, my daughter told me
you don’t want me voting

in today’s board meeting.
Is that right?

No, no, no. That’s--
That’s not it at all.

That’s, um...

C-Can I explain? That’s--

Well, I’m letting you know

that I will be dialing in.

O-OK. Well, look,
there’s some issues.

I know you haven’t--

Look, could I-- Could I come
and talk it through?

Kendall, I will be dialing in.

I’ll be there in an hour.

Great. OK, thanks, Ilona.

- ( Kendall stammers )
- ( Ilona disconnects )

You’re gonna go all the way out
to her? To Long Island?

- Yeah, I can--
- Is there time?

I can make it. I can make it.

I think...

I think I have to go.

( music playing )

( music playing )

( music playing,
no audible dialogue )

( music, no dialogue )

( music playing )

Hey. You ready?
Let’s go.

Sorry, Mr. Roy,
the skies are closed.

Temporary flight restriction.
There’s a possible terror threat.

No, no, I need to go, pal.
I’ll pay whatever fine they hit us with. Let’s go.

We can’t do that, sir.
FAA will pull my license.

Uh, OK, I’ll handle the FAA.

Or-- What is it? The AHS?
I’ll handle it.

Whatever you lose financially,
I’ll make up in perpetuity. OK?

Sir, if we take off now,
we can be shot down by an F-16.

Yeah, but not really. Right?

Airspace is on lockdown.

There’s nothing we can do.

Whoa whoa!

Yo!

How long to get to the city?
Financial district?

Man, we should get a round
of fuckin’ shots going, right?

Stewy:
Make it happen.

Will do.

It’s nice to see
the war criminal. Cleans up well.

Roman:
Yeah, nice guy, lovely guy.

- ( both laugh )
- Whoo.

We good, then?
Solid? Right?

I heard Logan
started on time even when

he was airlifted in from Aspen
with a shattered femur.

That is true.

Yep, no.

That is correct.

( horn honking )

Hey, is your phone working?

C-C-Can I get like
a motorcycle courier?

Anything?
Can you call your office?

Sorry, no bars.

They’re evacuating five blocks

each way
from the Stock Exchange.

Radio:
...lower Manhattan. NYPD has shut down

- the West Side Highway...
- Gerri. Can you hear me?

Hey, where are you?

Hey, listen, I’m-- I’m--

I’m almost there.

The traffic’s stopped.
I need you to stall.

What? What’s that?

It’s a bad connection.

I can’t really hear you.

Gerri?

I’m in a tunnel.

OK? Stall.

Well, how far are y--

Uh, I--

- ( connection dies )
- Shit.

What?

( whispers )
He’s in traffic.

Don’t. Don’t do this.

He’s asking us
how long can we stall.

- Gerri: Fuck, fuck, fuck.
- Frank: Great.

- ( woman clears throat )
- Frank: Oh.

It’ll be all right.
He’s not gonna be too late.

- Man: Here he comes.
- Logan: Morning, morning.

All:
Good morning.

- Oh! Quite a turnout.
- Yeah.

Frank, will you
whip us through?

Uh, I-- I just got word.
I think Kendall will be a few minutes late.

Request for a late start?

- Logan: No!
- Frank: No?

He can catch up.
Fuck that! Where is he?

Stuck in traffic.
That’s all I know.

OK, come on, come on,
let’s go. Let’s go.

Yup, yup.

It’s twelve noon,
and I’d like to call

the meeting of Waystar Royco
to order.

- Roll call.
- What--? Roll call?

Logan Roy.
Yeah. You’re here.

We’ve never done roll call.
What is roll call?

- We’re doing it today.
- Why are we doing roll call?

Because that’s how
we do it. Right, Noah?

- So Logan Roy is here...
- Huh.

Frank Vernon, present.

Kendall Roy, absent.

- Roman Roy.
- Yo.

Ewan Roy, absent.

Ilona Shinoy, absent.

- Datu Kassma.
- Present.

- Dewi Swann.
- Here.

- Paul Chambers.
- Happy to be here.

- Asha Kahn.
- Here.

- Lawrence Yee.
- Here.

Sir!

- Stewy Hosseini.
- I am here.

Frank:
Mr. Chairman, we have a quorum.

Uh, we also welcome
our esteemed general counsel

Gerri Killman to the meeting.
Thanks, Gerri.

So everybody has
a copy of the agenda

and the minutes
of the last meeting.

- Is that right?
- All: Yes.

Do any of you
have any questions

that have come to you
immediately after looking at them?

I know that I-I have
a few thoughts...

we might have
to take a look at.

What thoughts?

Just wait a second
and I’ll get to it.

Logan:
OK. Who’s this?

Ewan? ( chuckling ) Well...

you just can’t keep away, huh?

Thought maybe
I’d show up for once.

Watch the fun.

Great to have you.

They wouldn’t let me in
downstairs

without a passport.

Has it started?

( horns honking )

( phone buzzing )

Kendall. Hey, where are ya?

We’ve already started, man.

We’ve started.

Hey. Tell Jess to put me through
the polycom. Yeah?

- ( Roman whispers )
- Frank: So, let’s move along

to item 3.1.

- Frank.
- Mm-hmm?

What’s "Performance issues?"
Sounds fucking vague.

And why is it so high
on the fuckin’ hit parade?

- ( phone buzzing )
- ( stammering )

I don’t know if we’re actually
gonna hit those today. Maybe we can bump those.

( whispering )
Sorry, I’m gonna have to get back to you.

Frank:
Can we bump ’em?

OK, then. Let’s bump it.

Ohh. What the fuck’s goin’ on?

I think Kendall
wants to make a comment.

He has a-- a thing
that he’s going to speak--

I think Ilona
is going to phone in, too.

Jess:
He’s on the line. I’m putting him through.

What is this?
What the fuck is this?

Hi, Kendall?

Kendall ( on speaker ):
Hey, guys. Can you hear me?

I apologize.

I will be there shortly.

Where are we at?

We are at your item.

Performance issues.

( siren wailing )

Uh-- You want us to wait?

Where are you?

Fuck that.
We’re movin’ on.

Gerri, Noah,

if we wanted
to halt proceedings until--

We’re not halting
proceedings.

- We’re moving on.
- No, no. It’s OK. It’s OK.

I can do this.

Dad, this is big.

Look...

I love my father.

OK? My father is a legend.

I worship the ground
he walks on.

Nothing will ever detract
from what he’s built and what he’s done.

But he is currently unfit
to run this company.

- ( Kendall panting )
- Speak up. I can’t hear.

Not only because of his
refusal to take the time

to recover from
serious health issues,

but because every day
he refuses to retire,

he is one day closer
to destroying his own legacy.

He took on levels of debt

that threatened
the very existence of our firm,

he is lining up
dead-weight acquisitions

in a sector that
he has a historic regard for

but which is a non-growth area.

We face existential battles
in scale,

and he is facing precisely
the wrong direction.

He is making decisions
for a future that he no longer understands,

and we don’t have time
for missteps.

What used to take ten--
two, three years.

Our entire ice cap will melt.

He is gambling our last dollars
at the track

on a horse that’s ready
for the glue factory,

and I am calling for
a vote of no confidence in him

as CEO and chairman.

Bullshit. No.

I’m afraid since you are
the subject of the vote,

you need to recuse yourself,
Logan.

Oh, Jesus Christ.
Fuckin’ amateur hour at the fuckin’ circus.

You don’t get to vote,
and you don’t get to comment, is the situation.

You really should
leave the room.

OK, fine. Fine. Vote.

Would you mind?

Guys. Is he there?

Is he still in the room?

I’m sick. I can’t move.
Fuck that vote.

He can’t be in the room.
OK? Guys--

Frank:
Let the minutes reflect

that Logan Roy
was asked to recuse himself.

Logan:
Let the minutes reflect that Logan Roy

shoved his boot
up Frank’s ass.

Frank: OK.

All in favor
of the vote of no confidence in Logan Roy?

Me. My hand is raised.

More in sorrow than in anger.

Oh, no shit, Judas.

Frank!

Nice to see you back.

Asha?

I see you.

And I see you, Logan.

Oh, Jesus, this is just
un-frickin’-believable.

Stewy? Stewy.

Me. OK.

Listen, as a major shareholder,

and in the absence
of any real clarity here,

I think it’s the view

that this is a family matter
and abstain.

- Against.
- Strongly against.

Frank:
We have Ilona on the line.

Ilona:
Hello, Logan. Yes.

After consulting
with my family,

I am voting in favor
of the motion.

Thanks for nothin’, Ilona.

Fuck off.

( beep )

Ewan?

Go ahead.

What are we on, 4-2?

Go on.

Yeah. Join the rats.

Let’s finish this, huh?

I vote with Logan.

Datu:
I think we should take the time to consider this properly

when all parties are here.

Logan:
Datu, we’re voting now.

Frank:
Logan, please, can you stay out of the conversation?

Datu:
In which case, Logan. I stick with Logan.

Logan:
Kendall, you counted right there?

You all right?

Four against four,
this is your best shot?

Lawrence?

I don’t have a dog
in this fight, Kendall.

I abstain.

Frank:
So, currently

we’ve got four votes in favor
of Logan to remain,

four of stepping down,
two abstentions.

Uh, Gerri.

Do you want
to say anything

to speak to
the senior management teams’ attitudes here?

- Shut the--
- Gerri: Well, you know,

I’m an independent observer,

non-voting, a general counsel,

so I’m not sure
that’s appropriate?

Right. Thanks.

Very...

professional.

Hey, Roman?

Kendall ( distorted ):
Roman.

Put your hand up, bro.

Roman, can you hear me?

- Uh...
- Is your hand up?

Kendall, yeah.
Hey. Are you there?

Roman...

Uh, you’re kind of
cuttin’ out.

Roman--

- ( static )
- ( click )

He’s off the line.

Come on, son.

Roman.

Come on.
Come on, come on.

You better be smelling
your fuckin’ armpit, Romulus.

Roman: Um...

( elevator dings )

I think it’s a tough one,
you know?

I think, uh--

- It’s tough, but maybe--
- Roman for me.

Frank:
I’m not sure we can count that for you.

- Roman?
- Against.

He s-started to vote,
I’m not sure he can change that.

- He can fucking change.
- You shouldn’t be here,

you shouldn’t be speaking here,
you should be out of this room.

- This is illegal.
- Whatever.

If you count ’em out, deadlock.

Continuity prevails.
I’m chairman.

Casting vote.
I win. It’s fucking over!

( Kendall panting )

What’s the vote?

Logan:
My son.

That was your best shot.

You lost.

I think there’s some doubt
as to whether he lost--

And Kendall, Frank, Asha, Ilona,

off the board,
fired with immediate effect.

Frank:
I don’t think you’re able to do that.

Logan: Security!

I am in the middle
of turning a fucking tanker.

- Frank, you’re fired.
- I have some doubt--

I’m in the middle
of turning a fucking tanker!

Do you hear?!

Frank! You’re fired.

Without exit package.

Asha, goodbye.

Somebody send a telegram
to Ilona

telling her
she’s no longer required,

and my best to her cancer.

I think we all need
to take a beat.

- Meh meh meh fuckin’ meh.
- Logan, stop.

Is it wise to fire the board

with the share price this weak,

heading into a political fight?

Take it like a fucking man.
You’re out.

You’re fucked.
You tried to kill me, but you failed.

And you’re dead.
Now fuck off!

Oh, go on, cry me a river.

Get the fuck out.

Straight out! Passes canceled.

We’ll send along
personal belongings.

Kendall:
Just need to get some things, OK?

No goodbyes! Thank you!

Kendall:
Get your fuckin’ hands off me.

( thump )

And what the fuck
am I gonna do with you?

I don’t know, Dad.

Logan:
Jesus.

- Can I just get some stuff?
- No. No.

- Guard: Thank you.
- Kendall: OK.

He-e-ey!

God, that was
the journey from hell.

Spent 30 minutes in a cab
not moving.

Honey?

Tom?

- Hey. Hey.
- Hey. You OK, sweetheart?

Yeah. I think somebody
poisoned me.

I’m working from home.

Oh, someone poisoned you?

- Hmm.
- Oh! With booze?

Hmm. Hmm.

Aw.

- ( mumbling ) Hey. Hey.
- Hey.

Mm.

OK, I got you something.

- Oh, thank you.
- I missed you.

You only been away,
like, 14 hours.

Yeah, well,
sorry for missing you.

- Oh.
- ( phone buzzing )

Yeah. What?

What the fuck?

What? What’s happened?

( stammers )

Well, more. T-Tell me more.

What’s happened? Did it happen?

OK, call me right back.

The world’s blown up.

Oh, fuck!

What do you mean,
"has it happened"?

- Did you know?
- What? No!

- Fuckin’ Kendall!
- Has it happened?

Did-- Has it happened?

Wait!

Kendall? Call me back.

- You knew?
- Yeah.

I think too much "abolgoll"
hurt my tummy.

Shiv:
Connor. You heard?

Connor:
Yeah, Kendall called for a vote of no confidence on Dad.

Kendall? Who the fuck else
knew about this?

- Roman did.
- Roman knew?

I don’t know why you’d expect
anything different.

Not a single one of them
told me about this. It’s complete bullshit.

Oh, Shiv, you know
I don’t like to take sides.

But I’m on your side.

Fuck you.

- You knew?
- Yeah, I tried to call you.

- Not hard enough.
- I did!

- He’s fired half the board.
- What about Kendall?

- Fired. Frank, Asha, fired.
- What?

The rebels are getting shot
in the town square.

I’ll talk to you later, Tom.

Are we the rebels?

( phone rings )

- Yes?
- I have the White House.

The president will join
once you’re on.

They’re very apologetic.

- Tell him I’m on.
- Yes, sir.

( beep )

Yes, he’s on.

Hello, Mr. President.
He’ll be with you momentarily.

He’ll be right there.

Thank you.

( music playing )

Mr. President.

Oh, much, much better.

No need for an apology.

Well, you really had
a terrorist problem.

I’ve just taken down
a terrorist myself.

My son.

♪ From all of you
good workers ♪

♪ Good news to you I’ll tell ♪

So, can you help me with
this FCC red tape bullshit?

- ♪ Which side are you on? ♪
- Good.

♪ Which side
are you on? ♪

And you, Mr. President.

- ♪ My daddy was a miner ♪
- And you. Thank you.

♪ And I’m a miner’s son ♪

♪ And I’ll stick with
the union ♪

♪ Till every battle’s won ♪

♪ Which side are you on? ♪

♪ Which side
are you on? ♪

♪ They say in Harlan County ♪

♪ There are no neutrals there ♪

♪ You’ll either be
a union man ♪

♪ Or a thug for J.H. Blair ♪

♪ Which side are you on? ♪

♪ Which side
are you on? ♪

♪ Oh, workers can you stand it

♪ Oh, tell me how you can ♪

♪ Will you be a lousy scab
or will you be a man? ♪

♪ Which side are you on? ♪

♪ Which side
are you on? ♪

♪ Don’t scab for the bosses ♪

♪ Don’t listen to their lies ♪

♪ Us poor folks
haven’t got a chance ♪

♪ Unless we organize ♪

♪ Which side are you on? ♪

♪ Which side
are you on? ♪

♪ Which side are you on? ♪

♪ Which side
are you on? ♪

( song ends )

( music playing )