Jesus.
Okay, thank you. Bye.
Are you telegenic?
-Why?
-Your RIF day speech.
We'll all be watching.
-They actually broadcast them?
-Yep.
I thought that was a joke.
-Yasmin.
Oh, bonjour.
My boyfriend's learning how to make sushi.
He lost his job, so he's setting up
this supper club thing, and I'm inviting
all the grad class for a pre-RIF dinner.
- Bit of Whispering Angel... - Okay.
It sounds totally disgusting,
so of course, I'm totally in.
And tell me, um, what's this about 100 sterling?
Well, uh, Seb's taking care
of the food and the booze, so he's charging
100 quid a head.
I... I can take care of the cash.
It's fine.
-Just don't tell him.
-Cool.
-Thank you. Thank you very much.
Okay.
Hi, Harper.
-Hey.
-Hi, take a seat.
Thank you.
How are you feeling about everything?
Yeah, fine. Good.
Good.
I just wanted a brief word.
I know you're under enough pressure
with RIF approaching, but,
um, we know Eric paid you early,
and more than he should have.
He acted unilaterally,
and now that Daria's inherited
his budgetary decisions... For better or worse.
Um, I have no idea how a structure was in place
-for him to even do that.
-It's not on you at all, so just don't feel guilty
about it.
Look, all of the grads have their bonuses now,
and while we expect them to be discreet
around compensation, we know they're only human.
In your case, though, we are gonna have to demand
your discretion.
I could see why you
wouldn't want that to come out.
I won't say a word if that helps you.
Okay.
My silence is legally bound, though, right? So...
I'm kidding.
Oh, right.
Mate, there's a reason
they call him Octopus, you know.
He's very handsy.
I have it on good authority
that at the entry-level...
How was your New Year's?
Fine, thanks.
Loose, innit?
You're very quiet.
You slingin'
any biz my way this morning?
Or being a snide rat and trading away?
Uh, guys?
Hey, welcome back!
It's good to see you.
I think we should kickstart the year
with some account consolidation.
Okay? This is a list of accounts
that need to feel some love.
Um, Daria, you wanted to see me?
Uh, yeah.
Uh, take a seat. It's important you stay for this.
Right. So, short-term, can I ask
that you check in with your guys
and make sure that we're still
top three of their brokers?
I don't need to be told to call my client.
We know that a lot of our clients,
uh, tell their execution desks
to allocate business on a points-based system.
This is giving greater weight to collaboration
among salespeople. Okay?
They're not paying us to be individuals.
So I want more co-coverage.
More shared sales credits.
-Sounds like collectivism.
Well, clients are dealing with Pierpoint
as an institution, not as individuals.
There is no version of this
where anyone shares my account.
What account?
I thought Kaspar had retired.
Which leaves, uh...
Which leaves you where, exactly?
Fucked, I assume.
Like everyone else with a certain something
between their legs.
I wonder what "personal reasons"
Eric left for.
Hmm. Or was he sacrificed
on the altar of politics?
We'll finish it there.
Okay, thank you.
All right. Make those calls.
By the way, if Daria has asked you
to do anything for CPS,
I'm telling you to ignore it.
Not our desk, not our problem.
What do you reckon happened to Eric?
Aren't you pally with the girl on his desk?
I don't know.
I don't think she does either.
I've heard four different stories,
so it has to be something political.
Well, I mean, we all know
how he behaved on the floor.
Yas, that's the business.
You don't get fired for that.
If he got fired at all.
Hey, Yasmin, mind if we have
a quick chat, early Monday?
I can do now if you want?
Uh, no.
It's not really Friday material.
And besides, Penrith is calling
and I must heed its call.
A weekend of casual racism, but also really
rather good wine.
Is this something I should be worried about?
-You know, with RIF?
-No. No, no, no. Well... no. Let's just, uh,
just keep it off the desk.
Good weekend, all.
Why are you so ready to leave Pierpoint?
I don't think they really know what to do with me.
I don't think they value me.
Oh. You sure you're not just jumping
before you're pushed?
Pierpoint are swinging the scythe soon, right?
Don't they make you do trial by television?
-Seems a bit medieval.
I don't think Pierpoint ever let truly
talented people rise early.
It's a very political place.
What makes you think GS will be any different?
Aren't we all the same?
An institution is its people.
And Goldman's Goldman.
Can I keep this?
I'll bring it back.
Harper?
Did you touch base with Nicole
after her performance at Christmas?
Okay, well, could you, uh,
set up a sit-down for Monday?
-Okay. I'll feed back.
Oh, uh, we should go together.
We just... we don't let grads
meet clients alone pre-RIF.
And can I get some decks done pre?
I don't think that's gonna be necessary.
She doesn't really read stuff like that.
Okay.
You know best.
If anyone needs me at 9:30,
tell 'em I've gone for my
thirty-minute morning Richard,
and I'll be totally off comms.
If they want a price, make one up.
Orders in the toilet, and still we climb higher!
Clement?
We need to catch up formally on Monday.
You know, surely Kaspar can only...
-ski or garden for a finite amount of time?
You know, we've got an over-under in the office
on, uh, when he's gonna murder his wife.
-Or himself.
What's it been like without him?
Well, as you can imagine, things have changed.
For one, we are moving our operations to...
London.
That's great.
Yeah.
Brexit's a 20-year problem.
This just makes sense for us.
Our new mandate's, uh, more complex products.
Are you still gonna be trading single stocks?
You're a great time.
We just, uh... need a little more
than Clement has to offer.
Look, let's just do a trial period.
From next week, I'll be a permanent hire,
so I'll be able to service you properly.
And we'll do our usual calls,
and if it doesn't work, then...
Look, I know you don't wanna
lose Pierpoint's research.
I can read.
I don't need someone to read to me.
I need someone with a view.
You understand?
I have proper responsibility now.
My primary coverage
can't be an old man and a kid, okay?
You know they won't hire me without you?
That's not my problem.
This feels like a breakup.
We were never really together.
Yes, sir?
-Stay for one drink.
I don't drink.
-Hey.
Hey.
Harper.
-Hmm?
Wyndham wants a private
catch-up with me on Monday.
-Shall I just email him?
I think... you should stop trying
to control the universe.
One sentence and he's ruined my whole weekend.
It's fucking selfish.
Do you need some help with that?
Uh, no.
I can handle myself around a salmon.
Listen, I appreciate you fleecing your colleagues
on my behalf.
It's efficient wealth redistribution.
Do you think I'm charging too much?
You know, for a first go?
I think it's gonna be great.
Oh, and I sent an email out downgrading the theme
of the evening.
It is now "dandy."
-Do not mention Asia. Okay?
All right, um, I need to remove the Akira
soundtrack from the playlist.
Um...
I think Robert's coming.
I fucking blanket messaged the entire grad group
and he saw it, so...
Speaking of which, um...
I'm really sorry if I
overreacted at the party. I'm...
It's fine. Anyway, I swear,
nothing's happening anymore,
whatever it was, you know?
-Cool.
My God. My fucking mum.
She's like, "I need to see you,"
all in caps.
I just gave her Christmas.
Salaam.
-Salaam.
Stop being so indulgent.
You know, I've never really thought of you
as a mother, so... But I will drink your wine.
Jesus Christ.
Do you have any clue what you're doing?
We can just order in.
No one would know.
No, I'll know.
And she increasingly thinks I'm a fucking idiot,
so I don't wanna give her more proof.
These are my degenerate uni mates.
They're hungover, their natural state.
Hey.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Fuck me! Fuck!
I need some fucking painkillers.
-Oh, fuck.
-Relax! I'll go. I'll get some.
-Really?
-Yes.
-It's okay.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Jesus Christ.
What? What's the point unless you spend it, eh?
Well, if I was that kind of person, I would say
that this screams new money.
Let's hope she's impressed.
Hello, mate.
-Hi.
Uh, Seb.
Oh, I think we've actually met.
-I'm Robert.
-Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah.
-Um, shit. The... the pub, right?
-Yeah.
Sorry. Sorry, I would shake your hand,
- but I got a critical injury... - Lefty...
Oh, yeah.
Fuck it, shake the other one.
-Uh, cheers.
Uh, oh, nice one. Um...
I guess you didn't get the memo.
Uh, no.
Right, yeah, we kinda sanded down
the edges of the theme a little bit
for, um, political reasons.
Oh.
-Hey, man!
Hey, man. What up?
-How you doin'?
-How are you?
Yeah, it's good to see you.
Hey.
-Hi.
-Cool. Yeah, cool.
-Okay.
What are you doing, guys?
What's going on?
What you got? Hold on.
Look, I got your favorite stuff.
What's going on here?
You're gonna get it!
You're gonna... You're gonna get it!
You're gonna get the tickle monster!
All right. Ouch! That's...
That's not even a little nice.
-Goldman.
Hello? Hi, yeah.
Gus Sackey. Yeah.
Yeah.
He's been away. GS.
He has the emotional
intelligence of a ten-year-old.
Don't say that.
Why do you like him?
Is it 'cause he was born rich and you, like, what,
look up to that?
Are you sure that he even likes you?
I think he likes me
more than you do at the moment.
-Thank you.
Do you want me to get it?
He turned off the tap.
Good for him.
I presume that's why it's actually over this time.
Do you think your father or his money
would still be in your life
if I had left him 20 years ago?
Because I wanted to.
Don't waste your life with someone
who doesn't fulfil you.
I can't leave him in a worse state
than when I found him.
A person that does that is the worst.
You aren't responsible for him.
I may not understand some of the choices
you've made...
-your career.
But I'm happy you have some freedom to make them.
I envy it.
It's a privilege.
And you need to pay the bill.
But let's have one more.
You gonna move your hand?
-Do you want me to?
Fucking child.
Hey, Gus? I saved you a seat.
Sorry I'm late.
My God! Everyone looks amazing!
Well, I am fucking pissed.
Fuck it.
Mmm.
Why are you here?
The food's still annoyingly hypothetical.
Um, I've... I've got it under control.
I haven't been to bed yet, Yasmin.
I broke up with Cheetham again, and now I've got
the kind of hangover that makes you
reevaluate everything.
But I guess if you haven't been to bed,
it's a hang-under, right?
Uh, food's coming.
Right, um, Yas, do you mind apologizing
to everyone for me, please?
Because the amuse-bouche is running a bit late.
-Whatever.
And, um, Fletch, have you collected the cash?
Uh, sorry, what... What's going on?
Oh, fuck.
What?
-I paid for everyone in advance...
'cause I wanted to help you,
because you're a fucking deadbeat,
and 'cause I knew there was a high potential
this would be a shitshow, and I didn't wanna
be embarrassed.
I mean, how wrong I was.
I, um... I don't need you to fucking mother me.
-No?
No.
'Cause I let the fish guy in,
I collected the money, I corralled the guests.
Sorry, please tell me how at this point
I am any different from your fucking mother.
Oh! Wait, no, that's right, I occasionally
give you boundaries.
And... let's be honest,
you'd probably rather
fuck your mother than fuck me.
You've been staring at that drink
like it's an accusation.
I've given up. I'm not drinking.
You don't have to do that for me.
Wasn't doing it for you.
-Okay, I kind of am.
-Well, don't.
I'm sorry I called you an addict.
It's a big word.
And I don't think that you are.
I was just...
trying to hurt you.
And you did.
I had my first... ever sober New Year's,
and it made me want to put my head in an oven.
Were you heartbroken?
Hey. Do you think Hari's death
affected the overall pot?
'Cause I'm a quant.
I did the math.
And I know how much his suicide
added to everyone's overall bonus.
-Excuse me?
Around 350 sterling.
Flight to Mykonos.
Maybe not in peak season, but, like, before
the congés payés set in.
You're so nasty, man.
-I love it.
-He didn't fucking kill himself.
He didn't kill himself.
Pierpoint obviously buried
all the toxicology reports.
Yeah, it's a conspiracy.
A false flag by the Treasury Department.
Like a very fucked up sub-clause of Dodd-Frank.
Guess it's more headcount for RIF, huh?
And what did the both of you get paid?
Like everyone. The same.
Twenty-five K.
Right. Okay. Well, I got 50.
I wonder what pot that came out of.
Continue your fucking conversations.
I've exhausted whatever superficial knowledge
I have on this.
How are you feeling about RIF?
That's amazing about your comp.
I can't believe Eric gave you 50k.
-You're a fucking rock star.
-I'm really happy for you.
Thank you.
Did you fuck him or something?
What if one of us gets fired?
I don't even wanna think about it.
I cannot believe we have to speak
in front of the entire bank.
I know, it's fucking intense.
This was my fucking jam at Francis Holland.
Oh, fuck!
Sorry! Sorry!
I'm sorry.
-Oh, hello there.
Hey.
You know this song?
I certainly don't.
Really? I love this song.
Oh, shit.
-Whoo! Whoo!
You go crazy.
I have to sit.
Whoo! Come on!
It's a fucking party, guys!
Fuck!
Hey.
Aren't you meant to be working?
Cheers.
Think they're too fucked and hungry to miss me.
Hi, Wyndy!
Sorry, Hilary. Um...
Uh, I know you said you wanted
to wait until Monday, but I'm free now.
Um... sorry.
I can just catch you Monday.
I, um...
It would just be nice to know,
'cause I've been a bit worried.
Um... So call me back.
Or don't, 'cause you are my boss,
and, um, you can do whatever you want.
Okay. Bye! Bye!
Fuck!
You quasi-straight guys are always struggling
with something.
I'm not struggling with anything.
No, I was... I was involved with someone.
He was struggling, and I thought it would become
something else, and... then it didn't.
I'm sorry.
I went through a long period of trying to
tease out straight guys.
It broke my heart.
Made some bad decisions.
Wasted a lot of time.
I'm not sure my guy's straight.
Sliding scale, innit?
Do you wanna get out of here?
And go where?
Wherever people go to get out of places.
Do you want one?
Come on.
So, like, um... how well do you know Yasmin?
I'm closer to Harper.
She's fit, right?
-Who?
Well...
both, I guess.
Can we join?
Have you ever done this before?
Thank you.
First of all, not a story.
Second of all, absolutely not.
-Oh, no.
Oh, fuck.
Oh my God! Oh my God!
-What the fuck?
Yeah, nobody in the room really knows you
like that, bro, but okay.
Jesus Christ!
What'd he say?
I don't know.
Oy, pass me my note.
I don't have it.
-Is this it?
Uh, no. It was a 50.
You just spent your entire bonus on a motorcycle.
Why are you worried about a 50?
Wow! Very '90s move.
-Pre-crisis activity.
-No, no, no, no. Look,
I don't wanna be that bloke,
but it's a fucking 50.
I don't have it.
Yeah?
-Empty your pockets out then.
-Woah.
Go on. Just do it.
You mad, eh?
-Can you shut the fuck up and give it to me,
or I'll put you back on the fucking floor!
-Yo! Hey, hey, whoa.
Boys, boys, boys.
Hey, it's here.
All right? It's here.
Must have, um...
Must have fallen.
Oh, my God.
Yeah. Sure.
It fell. It fell.
Sorry, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
I think we all know what it means, Seb.
Ooh.
Excuse me.
What?
Sorry.
I don't know what I...
I don't know why I wanna humiliate you.
But I do. It's instinctive.
And that's not good.
It's just not good anymore.
R... right.
I think you should stay somewhere else tonight.
Hey, Yas... - Just, please, Seb.
All right.
Should we be up here?
-Probably not.
It's always empty.
Her mom lives in Switzerland.
I shouldn't have bought that fucking bike.
What does an unemployed person
do with a bike like that? Hmm?
I haven't spent any of mine.
This is gonna sound weird, but I've, like,
-never had this much.
I keep compulsively checking my balance,
and it stresses me out, like, makes me feel
physically nauseous when it drops
below a certain point, so I'm not touching it.
Is that weird?
Sounds healthy.
Weird house.
So, imagine... the perfect life, right?
You've got a loving, caring wife.
Your soulmate.
God put an angel on this earth... So...
You know. The only girl who ever really got you...
What would you do if they just
let you go next week?
And now, imagine the first time...
I'd think of all the wasted opportunities.
Your progeny.
The first time you hold little, um, Caspar
in your arms.
The first time he takes hold of your finger
with his tiny fist.
Imagine... the first time he falls asleep
on your chest...
Wait.
Heroin.
Heroin... looks... at all that...
and says, "Nah."
Yeah.
Right.
Yes, exactly.
You say "yes..."
Well, this is a turn up for the books.
It says "yes."
And together, well, you...
you both end up saying "no"
-to pretty much...
Can I join?
It's just sex.
Isn't it?
-Harper?
Hmm?
Go down on him.
No. No, I'm not into it.
I'll see you on Monday.
I didn't get the job.
They said I was too...
hubristic.
Did they actually use that word?
So, what are you gonna do?
I'm really not sure.
Are you still wearing your tux?
-Yeah.
I had your kind of weekend.
Get the fuck in.
I've got some spare shirts in my locker.
Code's 6969.
Okay, uh... I'm sorry to do this here,
as it's slightly awkward,
but it's gotten back to me
that you openly discussed your comp.
It's not important how I know.
I just know.
Well, I... I wasn't bragging about it.
Who told you? Yasmin?
Doesn't matter.
But you can imagine what people are saying.
What are people saying?
Look, Harper, I don't have any favorites.
Maybe you were Eric's, but that's no way
of managing people.
Pierpoint are going to ask
for the surplus 25k back.
-What?
-Don't worry.
We pay it out as a loan,
so you won't get taxed on it.
Well, you... you can't do that!
I earned that money.
Besides, what if I spent it?
You spent 25,000 pounds?
Yes, I sent 25 home to my mom.
Okay. Well, you still have 25
you can pay back then.
Well, that's fucking ridiculous!
Where does that money even go?
Back into the budget.
This way.
Ah, yes. My second and third
favorite women in the city,
and I'm not gonna tell you which is which.
You ready to talk about how you're positioned?
Right. The only thing I want to be positioned for
is when Trump opens another camp
and sticks all the short-sellers
in with the Mexicans.
And then at least I'll know
that we're going higher!
Now, do you mind if I piss before we get personal?
I'm not sure Daria's looking out for me,
but I hope you will.
Didn't she introduce us, Harper?
Yeah, funnily enough, I remember.
Can I count on your name next to mine,
because I really don't wanna go home.
Does thinking in these absolute terms
all the time not exhaust you?
Do you actually think that I'm good at my job?
I don't know you, Harper.
Now, is there anything else I can do for you?
You can apologize.
Sorry.
You've... you've found your conscience
in the toilet, have you?
Yeah, it's funny how you ignore it
when you need my money.
Okay.
I'm sorry, Harper.
There.
I am absolved.
You are now cleansed.
Lily-white.
I think this meeting's moot.
Yes, this is a moot meeting.
We won't be trading with Pierpoint anymore.
Thank you, ladies.
What happened in there?
Nothing.
I'm sick of your lies, Harper. It's a pattern.
Isn't it?
-And a pattern makes a person.
Uh, sorry about the voicemail.
What voicemail? Oh, Christ.
I don't listen to those.
-Oh.
Uh, look, I know this is all a bit
Michael Clayton, you know, needlessly clandestine.
Uh, but as we're all painfully aware,
everything's monitored.
This is a transcript
of your Instant Bloomberg messages.
Don't ask me why I spent two hours
of my weekend re-reading these,
but after that business with the Tash article...
Actually, you know, my wife doesn't allow
"partial journalism"
in the house anymore, which, as you can imagine,
leaves me with the square root of,
you know, nothing.
Have a read of the highlighted sections.
-What happened?
-I retired.
They retired me.
Involuntary redundancy.
The golden bullet.
Sure.
Millennium were there.
I need the structure.
Please, don't make me beg.
Let me get my things.
Years boxed up in seconds.
Hi, uh, this is Daria from Pierpoint.
I was wondering... if I could speak
to Stacy McCraig, please.
Yeah, uh, I just wanted to run through
some of the VTFs that my traders had forwarded
to your, um, company?
The words "charlie" and "brass" came up
a number of times in your conversation
with Maxim at Silver Kite.
-Okay.
-Certain words and phrases automatically ping,
and then it gets elevated.
Don't worry.
I've read the context.
I know you were talking -about dog names...
and, uh, kitchen fittings?
-Mm-hmm.
I guess the system thinks you meant "cocaine"
and, you know, "hookers."
-Which, of course, you didn't.
-No. I didn't... No.
But... these conversations did provide some...
should we say, insight into your relationship
with certain people working on our desk.
Obviously, as a boss,
I have been a tad neglectful.
Mea culpa.
But we need to need to flesh out
the seriousness of this,
because on some levels,
this is really very serious.
But again, the gravity...
is as grave...
as you make it. Do you follow?
I'm not sure I do. Sorry.
As your boss...
I'm telling you you have the option
to formalize this.
Person to person...
I don't see where that gets you.
Somebody with your spirit and talent,
drive, you know, you...
You wanna have a career here.
What talent do you mean?
You know.
If I say something...
would it count against me?
On RIF?
Every option's open to you.
And...
I will support you regardless.
I just wanted to apologize for the fact
that I let it come to this.
For me...
it's a...
a learning experience.
But for you...
it doesn't have to be a defining one.
We're all a team.
Aren't we?