Come on! They keep dying!
This fucking room.
Seb, be careful!
I just changed these for winter.
-They're Santorini.
-Have you been nourishing it?
What do you mean fucking nourishing it, Seb?
-It's a fucking plant!
-If you're not willing to take
responsibility for something
that relies on you to live, then I'm not sure
I'm comfortable sharing
that responsibility with you.
Okay.
Okay. I'll nourish it.
He's probably just testing your boundaries.
He's gonna beat me.
What is this Robert thing?
He told me something might be
going on between you guys?
Nothing's going on.
I mean, he texts me a lot.
He texts everyone a lot.
The volume's borderline harassment.
-Are you into it?
-I have a boyfriend.
Doesn't sound like you're denying it.
Yeah, I'm fucking denying it.
How's Todd?
He's here for a few more days.
I'm still ghosting him.
And the chances of an Italian Brexit?
It's, uh, hard to say this far out,
but the fact that the vote's even on the table
-is very worrying for the EU.
-Excuse me.
It may have come to your attention
that the Guardian have run an article this morning
written by one of our former employees.
Rishi.
Thank you.
If you get any incoming, the correct response
is "no comment." Thanks.
I called it.
I fucking called it!
Does anyone know who this is?
'Cause I don't recognize her.
Guess you'd better go.
So... -Hey.
Hey. I'm off.
Where are you going?
Somewhere called the "New Forest."
Though judging by this country,
there'll be nothing new about it.
Uh, it's management off-site.
I need you to sit down with Felim.
I happen to know that his new coverage
has him on the wrong side of this Italy thing.
Their interests, not his.
He's very short euros, dangerously over-levered.
Everyone is that side.
How do you know that it's wrong?
Because I've looked.
The smartest hedgies are buying
small clips of euros ahead of this rumored vote.
Those in the know are acting like
this referendum's not happening.
And I... I don't have to know
what they know to act.
I just need to know where to look. That's edge.
-That's sales.
-Okay. Um... So what do you want me to do?
I want you to get a face-to-face with him.
Show him how much he's missing us.
But what... what about his wife?
What about her?
It's not a problem if you cover him.
You'll face him, you'll execute,
he'll only hear your voice.
And his wife can sleep easy
on the sheets I helped pay for.
Oh, how do I get in front of him?
Harper, we both know what you're capable of...
so don't let me down.
Oh, fuck!
Usman?
I'll say you're ill, you degenerate bastard.
My mother's trying to force me to put her in touch
with some funds for some documentary
-about the YPG in Syria.
She's threatening to go over there.
I told her Damascus used to have
a superb nightlife.
Then she hit me.
Sounds ominous.
I have heard that you and Anton are done
raising capital for your fund.
What's your mandate?
We're broadly FX.
But if we have a view, we'll put it on.
Well, maybe I could lead your intros at Pierpoint.
-Why not?
Have you seen this?
Fuck, she's on my team!
Is it bad?
The rats are leaving the ship.
They treat cyclists like citizens,
not cancer, in Amsterdam.
No, no, no.
Let Kaspar face the room.
I thought he might enjoy the view.
He knows the view.
Sorry, Kaspar, it's his first business trip.
It's unlike Usman to be late.
Uh, he... he called me to say
that he had a stomach bug.
Yeah, some, uh... Some rogue prawn.
Hmm.
These conservative Muslim types
are great at running money.
You know, in the '70s we had
a Muslim family on my block.
I assume if you hadn't seen a Western lavatory,
it could be a somewhat strange
and unsympathetic object, but in my experience,
they always preferred to use the floor.
So best that Usman stays out of the office today
with the strange tummy, huh?
Huh?
Good.
"Ten years on from the financial crisis,
the elite bank's toxic culture is accelerating.
I couldn't lie to myself anymore."
Oh, she didn't make VP so her
conscience woke up. Good timing.
I hear she already has a fucking book deal.
Uh, yeah, my buddy Angus at Goldman's
is meeting a new fund out of Brevan.
Anyone got any color?
"Silver Kite" mean anything to anyone?
Uh, "Once, I found myself
in situations beyond my control
whilst being imprisoned within
a prison of my own complicity."
Show of hands. Anyone know
what the fuck that means?
She was always trying to "bro-down." I heard her
refer to the quant team as "50 shades of yellow."
Pretty sure that was you.
Yeah, but she fucking laughed.
Yeah, can someone make an introduction?
-This looks sizable. Kenny?
-How can you work here and write something
so fucking impractical?
Kenny!
Do you, I don't know, maybe want
to originate something, or...
are you just an execution monkey?
Have you brought in a single new account
since you made VP?
-Um... -Huh?
I have an in with Brevan.
Oh. Sorry, with Silver Kite.
I have an in with Silver Kite.
How?
Um. I set up a coffee and pitched us out
with one of the founders.
Um, they are sizable, vanilla and derivs.
Great.
Really great.
-Set up a sit-down with Kenny.
-Okay.
If I hear another word about this article,
someone's going to have a serious fucking problem!
Let me know if there's anything I can do.
I'm not a pollster, Graham.
What, do you really think a Swiss-educated
bureaucrat cares...
Pierpoint. Gus Sackey speaking.
No, Eric's off the desk at the moment. Can I help?
Rather, a protest against years of austerity.
Yeah. Sure, of course.
Yeah, that's no problem.
-Sorry.
What the fuck are you doing?
Who told you that you could answer Eric's line?
Do you want us to miss the business
so you can keep your little monopoly?
Hey. We're a team.
Harper, okay?
We answer each other's lines.
Hey, sorry, Sara. I'm just... Sorry.
Okay, I'll give you a call in 20?
Hey, what was Eric asking you to do?
Oh, it was just some, uh, account management.
Sounds clandestine.
Coffee?
Yeah, I can price that for you, no problem.
Just give me a sec...
Fenmarsh, Felim's office.
Hi, Luke. Harper Stern calling from Pierpoint.
I've been told explicitly
not to put through any calls from Pierpoint.
-My other line's ringing.
-Wait...
-I got you one anyway.
City airport's a miracle.
Eggs in Amsterdam, lunch in Mayfair.
First business trip away is always a baptism.
Did Usman leave satisfied?
-Kaspar's not a very modern man.
Open a Dutch newspaper.
He's more modern than you think.
-And do you always agree with everything he says?
Have you seen this?
Um, I'm happy to book a place for Silver Kite.
Maxim's a bit of a foodie.
I've, uh, booked a steak place
I like. 6:00 p.m. tomorrow.
-So you've already reached out?
-Yeah.
Pierpoint.
Sorry, I... I must've forgot to CC you.
-I'll send you the address.
-So I can come?
Yeah, you made the intro.
'cause that might be good.
Guess my days of being a salad girl are over.
A bit of a foodie, is he?
-Hey.
Hey.
If you put my liver in a jar,
you could charge people to see it.
-You on one tonight?
-I have a work thing.
Plus, my ex is in town,
and he's being very persuasive.
I don't really need a lot of persuading.
Do you want me to come?
Yeah, I'll be fine.
-Well, if you're not, I'll probably end up getting
the taste for it anyway, so... text me.
Have you guys fucked yet?
'Cause if not, can you please get on with it?
Bluetooth connected.
They have the ball.
Now can they find the goal?
Time running out for the visiting team...
So, how was Holland?
Uh, yeah, good.
I always wanted to travel for work, so...
Roaming, looking for an opening...
I wouldn't buy everything he sells you.
He's taking me to get a suit fitted tomorrow.
-That sounds totally normal.
Left to right, searching for an opportunity.
-Goal! That's a fine strike...
Hey, hey! She's at Pierpoint.
-Boo!
Come on.
Sellside girls pour the drinks.
Don't forget, your bosses call me
and I take their money.
Oh!
Hey! Hey!
No accountants!
Hi. Harper.
We spoke on the phone.
Oh, yeah, Pierpoint. Yeah. Hey.
I was wondering if I could get
five minutes with Felim... No work. No work chat.
Oy, oy, no, no, no. Only those
who make investment decisions
get to drink for free.
Yeah, no desk assistants.
That's just group policy, mate.
I can get you a bottle.
I mean, like, Pierpoint could get you a bottle
if you want. But I want five minutes with Felim.
-He won't speak to Eric.
He doesn't have to.
Just put me in his diary,
and I'll take care of the rest.
He won't see anyone below a VP. He won't turn up.
Put Daria. Daria Greenock.
She'll lead, and I'll just
touch base with her before.
I can get you ten minutes at noon.
Yeah, done.
-With the black girl?
-Yeah.
Oh, Harper. This a friend?
Yeah.
Appreciate it.
-I like the disguise.
-What're you doing here?
You look like Travis Scott.
Nah, not at all.
Turn your location off, then,
if you don't wanna be found.
Still got it.
-Oh.
Jeez.
Chef's special.
Happy Thanksgiving.
I miss you.
In between fucks?
I saw that new bitch on your story.
Yeah, she had a boyfriend.
They broke up, and... I wasn't ready to graduate
from side nigga to, like, actual nigga.
To be honest, I don't think you should be here.
I knew I would...
But I know it's just not a good idea.
-I should've said sorry.
-That would've been a start.
Do you know what you're sorry for?
For everything.
That's not an answer.
For leaving you.
You don't have to be sorry for that.
That is what it is.
-It's how you left me.
-The fallout of what happened.
And what happened?
You freaked out.
I was sitting in my last final.
I couldn't catch my breath.
I thought I was having a heart attack.
So I walked out.
I walked, like, three miles to Panda Prince...
and I ordered the Kung Pao chicken.
Actually, most of the menu.
And I called you...
again and again.
H, it sound like you had...
like a panic attack.
You need to talk to somebody
about your brother, dude.
Yeah, fuck that.
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
It's not an apology if you put
yourself at the center of it.
That's not what I'm doing.
I didn't know.
You look good.
Don't do that.
Got hella ass in these pants.
-Double cheeked up.
We're expecting some color on Italy's rumored
EU membership referendum.
Should have an update later today.
If anybody needs me, I'll be on the floor.
They talk to me regularly.
I think I'm losing my mind...
Wait, why do I have a twelve o'clock with Felim?
Did you put that in?
Is that a fuck up?
Um... Ah. Yeah, that's my bad.
I was out last night with his assistant,
and I was just selling our team.
Okay, but who set up the meeting?
-Felim?
-No, no.
I don't know why he did that.
There's no meeting.
I think that he was drunk
and was just trying to help.
Sorry.
Okay.
Yeah, I don't think I'll survive very long
if I don't become a bit more wholesome.
Social mobility's a myth.
And they say You're Scottish?
Well, we all have our different ceilings.
What do you get out of this?
You know, your bringing me here.
What is your old man in?
I didn't speak to my father for the last 20 years
of his life.
I'm not close to my dad.
Mine oiled his hair with Brylcreem
and brushed his teeth with Colgate.
And once, I switched the tubes.
All you need to know about him
is that when he'd finished brushing his teeth,
he combed the toothpaste through his hair.
You never talk about where you're from.
Gets to the point where they stop asking.
But they never stop caring.
Looks proper, that fabric.
Normally 4250, I can do it for four.
It's a bit out of my range.
Yes, alas, Georgie, we are in an age
of deferred bonuses and payment in stock.
We're at the bottom of the river,
our pans bereft of gold.
Now, I need to go pay Mrs. Winslow.
Last two day have been hell.
Why weren't you open yesterday?
I needed you.
I thought you had a mate in Amsterdam?
Yeah, I think something did for him.
-Interpol or Fentanyl.
Liverpool or Rome?
Either come in and shut the door,
or shut the door and stay out.
I remembered you'd be ten minutes early.
Right. Well, I'd assume that one of Eric's charges
would be this proactive.
Wasn't there supposed to be someone senior here?
She couldn't make it.
Who's she?
-Uh, is a VP on our desk.
VP, eh?
Right, well, I didn't come here to be harangued
by one of Eric's team.
I'm actually not sure why I, uh...
There you go, love.
Thank you.
Did you get my email?
I did.
The subject line did rather
amuse me amongst the deluge.
Eric was desperate to save you from getting burned
on this Italy thing, and I thought it only right
to relay his passion in person.
Have you started to unwind your euro short?
I'll concede that we've had some teething problems
with our new coverage, yes.
And how has that affected your bottom line?
Very good.
What about... if going forward, you had every
relevant part of Eric's color,
but through me?
What does that make you then?
A puppet?
-A prop?
-A conduit to Eric.
- "Conduit."
But without any of...
the hassle.
I'm so sorry I'm late.
Traffic was suicidally bad.
It's not a problem. We're just
wrapping up, aren't we?
Oh, uh... It's okay.
Um...
I appreciate that you're... a woman at the bottom
of this industry, and I sympathize with that.
And if anyone knows Eric's powers of persuasion,
it's certainly me. But...
what you think I'm reading
as proactivity or good business,
I actually see as somebody in his thrall.
I... I'm really sorry.
What's going on?
If Harper's spoken out of school, -that's on me.
-No, no it's fine.
I've got an open tab here, so help yourselves
to a wee bit of lunch. But...
it feels like you should probably discuss
why I left Pierpoint, 'cause that's...
clearly been lost in translation.
And remember that some things
are more important than money.
Afternoon, ladies.
I just can't believe how easily
you would lie to me.
Is that you? Or is that him?
What did he actually say to Felim's wife?
-I don't know. He wouldn't say.
What did he say?
-I promise, I'm not... -You promise?
Great. Okay.
I don't know where we go from here.
You have to decide because I can't work
or be friends with anyone
who would behave like that.
And if he's pressuring you, you need to say now.
I promise you, I can understand that.
This way of doing business,
the silos, the possessiveness, the lying...
it's going to stop.
That article is just the start.
This place is going to change, watch.
If you lie to me again, you have no idea how cold
the floor can be.
And I won't be in your corner come RIF. Simple.
Oh, Eric Tao, pro skater two!
I'm glad we can be of service. Great.
What do you think you're doing?
Why am I getting incoming
about a grad executing with my clients?
Harper and Daria were off the desk...
Did I tell you you could do that?
Check the P&L.
Both trades made money.
Did I tell you that you could do that?
Debrief. Now.
-How was the New Forest?
Sit down.
Did you see Felim?
Yes.
He really appreciated the Italy steer.
But he's not coming back.
Fuck!
It's all right. it's fine.
Shot in the dark.
It's gonna be very hard
to get us all paid without him.
I think I fucked up.
Daria was at the meeting with Felim.
What does she know?
I had to...
I had to tell her that Felim
left for personal reasons.
What does that mean?
Because of you.
I heard whispers at the offsite
Sara wants me gone.
Did Daria tell you that?
What do you think you've just done
to move the dial on their fucking agenda?
Do you think either of them...
would protect you like I have?
Brought you over here.
I told you I couldn't be more grateful.
What do you think your gratitude's worth to me
if you can't keep your fucking word?
I was the only one...
willing to ignore your non-target background,
pull you out of... wherever...
and give you the success that might, let's say,
excuse your personality, the massive fucking chip
on your shoulder.
You see how I carefully elided the fact
that you're also a fucking liar?
Or is that how you sustain the delusion that you
actually belong here?
Can I go?
Can you let me out?
-Oh, Kaspar, getting you
in front of this Italy thing better get us paid.
When was the last time you came to Amsterdam
-and didn't make commission?
Thank you for your service, Robert.
London soon.
-I look forward to it.
-Uh, as do I.
-As do I. As ever.
Pierpoint always have you
the right side of the trade.
He's paid to party.
He's probably miserable.
Hopefully, anyway.
Remember... it's only an addiction
if you can't afford it.
Yeah, blue horsecock loves anacott steel.
No, it's a reference to... Doesn't matter.
Good luck tonight.
I heard you're meeting
that new fund out of Brevan.
-I do my homework.
-Thanks.
Piece of advice...
If you sit there like window dressing,
it's hard to come back.
The quicker you open your mouth,
the quicker they know you're an actual human being
on top of everything else.
-Hey.
The referendum's coming up...
When has Kenny ever been wrong?
He's fucking crazy.
Italians love them, and they're all crazy, right?
Rishi!
Skellington are buying euros!
Yeah, on it.
Italian PM adopts conciliatory tone
in first public address.
No referendum on EU membership.
Euro dollar's incredibly well bid...
They've woken up?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Take them!
Hey, are you okay?
I took the liberty.
Uh, they'll be here in a half an hour.
Okay.
I'm not very good at apologies.
I know that sometimes I can be a bit coarse,
-a bit hard on the desk.
I don't want to treat you
like you're special or anything,
so I'm trying to treat you how I was treated.
That's why I... I thought that
article was so fucking...
It... It's not an exposé.
People know what they're joining.
S... Sorry, I... I'm not being very clear, but...
No, I get it. Um... It's very hard to stop,
you know, learned behavior.
-There's a hierarchy.
-Yeah, I completely understand.
If I'm honest, I get properly
nervous before these.
I guess that's why we do these things over drinks.
Yeah. They've never been easy for me.
I don't really feel very comfortable
around certain types, you know,
people who things come easy to.
I'm not saying that that's you.
-I know...
when I was hammered, I said
some unforgivable things.
Yeah, you did.
But it's... it's okay. Honestly,
don't worry about it.
Trust me, I felt fucking crushed the next morning.
It's a good lubricator.
It makes everything a bit...
-Brighter?
-Yeah.
Yeah.
Warm.
I'm from a long line of pissheads.
Being Irish, it's not
a necessity to be a drunk, but...
It's not an obstacle either.
No.
-Sorry.
What does your boyfriend do?
Media.
So, what sort of sales coverage do you prefer?
Hands on? Hands off?
We don't really like incoming calls but, uh,
I like someone who always picks up when I call.
I quite like this.
It's full bodied.
Hmm.
Yasmin did a terrific job getting us face-to-face.
It's good to know that
an expensive social education actually pays off.
It certainly did.
I think it's okay to be a bit narpy sometimes.
Not A Real Person.
N-A-R-P. Narp.
Just something we say.
Like, uh, London's best worst people.
-Just a funny thing.
So, you two close then?
How would you describe it?
He's like a big brother.
Is that how you would describe it?
Yeah. And I'm very protective.
Hmm.
It's the only client meeting
I've ever had on a Friday night, so I am curious.
And if her dad wasn't in publishing,
I'd have guessed he helped
get you that job at Brevan.
Well, actually he is pretty close to Alan,
-so it didn't hurt.
But I guess we just play
with the hand we're dealt.
Nightcap?
Um... We defer to you, Yasmin.
I could do one more, if you could.
It is a Friday.
The only place open around here
at this time are the 'rippers.
Table girls. Bit of old-school nostalgia, hmm?
I actually know a late bar around here.
Um, it has got girls,
but in a more sort of kitsch,
tacky, ironic kind of way.
Um... But it does have flaming Ferraris,
if you want nostalgia.
There we go. Some drinks for the lads,
-and the little lady.
-Thank you, Kenny.
Are you talking about me?
No, no. We're just setting up an official meeting
further down the line.
Tell him if he's talking about me,
I want to fucking know!
We're not. He's not. Um...
We'll use our own cards, so we'll be fine.
Dance?
Fifty private, twenty here.
Now we are talking!
We could all get one. Might be a laugh.
Yeah, ladies first, Yas.
There's a salmon.
You keep the change, love.
Well, go on, it'll be a laugh.
I'm next.
Yeah, whatever.
I mean, it's Friday.
That's my girl, Yas.
Oh! There we go!
Yes, Yas.
I've never seen you this affectionate.
You miss the pretty dick?
-Yo, you got another... What's up?
-Where did you get that?
Thirsty Thursdays.
Are you joking?
What the fuck? What if
somebody goes looking for that?
Or what if the club calls the police or the bank?
What? You're fucking paranoid.
People lose shit in the club all the time.
-No. These are my clients.
- "My clients."
You put your white voice on
when you're around those people.
Do you know what the fuck
you look like on CCTV in there?
You know what you look like on CCTV in there?
Wow. You never think
of the consequences. You never...
And you blame everyone for fucking up college
but yourself.
What are you doing here?
Harper, I'm sorry.
I... I didn't mean that.
Get out of my room!
Just leave, get out.
Listen we needed that.
Now we can... Get out!
-Get out! Get out of my room!
-Harper. Harper... Get this shit off you.
You look fucking ridiculous!
Get out!
You're not thinking straight again, H.
Man, whatever.
They should've never gave y'all niggas money!
The favoritism he shows her is so pathetic.
I mean, I execute, I help his bottom line,
then he goes and has another one of his little
private moments with her?
Their story is so fucking noble.
It's like, what's the point of me even being here?
Are you there?
Sebastian? Sebastian?
I'm still charging you, baby boy.
Can I get in with you?
Sure.
-Today was...
I'm so tired.
"I knew if I left, a part of me would stay.
But I knew if I stayed,
part of me would leave forever.
I decided that was the more precious part."