Listen, degenerates.
This is a week you dream about in markets.
Now, there's a lot of noise about Lumi’s developing collapse.
But as far as I'm concerned, that's yesterday.
I'm watching for drips of color about the government's emergency budget.
That is where we make money in the next 48 hours.
So, if you're not buzzing, check your pulse.
Bob, you got that two racks for the horses?
Yeah, man. This is getting a little bit toppy for me.
I mean, the initial buy-in was what? A hundred?
- How have we got to 2K? - How much dough have I made you?
Huh? You've seen your bespoke email.
All your returns are there in handsome black and white.
Yeah, but I've never actually held the money.
Come on, Bobby, money is an illusion.
It's a social construct built on trust.
Unless you think I'm fucking you or something.
By all means, cash out at any time.
I just... I don't want you to miss out on a two-to-one shot second favorite.
He won on the bridle last time out, jockey was hands and heels. He's my nap.
I don't know what the fuck you just said, but all right.
Is there any reason why this is so analog?
Yeah, people's wives get testy.
Anyway, who in history was ever helped by a paper trail?
Obviously, we're all very disappointed with Lumi
going into administration.
There were external factors beyond our control.
The unfortunate timing of geopolitical commodity pressures--
No, Eric, you mean a perfectly predictable gas price spike
which wasn't adequately modeled by the company
or by Pierpoint.
How heavily invested were Pierpoint Asset Management in Lumi?
Were they invested in Europa or future ones?
And what if those pull or fail?
As a sales force,
Lumi or any other IPO's failure isn't on us.
We aren't to blame for a company's over-ambition.
We've been presented with a product. We sell it.
Tomorrow, there'll be a new product. We sell that.
I've been reassured there'll be more green IPOs on the docket
in the next three quarters.
Wait, so I just burned six months of my life for nothing?
You got paid, didn't you?
After Europa Gaz postponed, I was talking to another grad in IBD,
and they were saying that the atmosphere there, it's pretty dark.
Your friend should be careful about what he tells you,
given it could be privileged information.
And, you know, the fact that socioeconomically challenged people
signed up to this by the bucket-load,
and are now having their energy bills gouged
to a point where they can't even meet them.
Lumi committed fraud.
Come on, we don't have time for this Bolshevik shit.
I'm sure the government's working out a way to protect the vulnerable.
Apparently, Henry Muck’s being called in front of a government select committee.
Will Pierpoint have to send a representative as well?
Why are you looking at me?
Ven, this bleeding-heart thing would be Oscar-winningly endearing
during a quieter week.
I get why Yas and Rob are feeling particularly stung,
given that they were in bed with the CEO.
Excuse me?
Rish.
Watch how you address people in here.
Yeah, I was speaking figuratively.
What's this got to do with Lumi?
Fuck all.
Look, the only catalysts that matter this week
are the emerging details of the government's emergency budget.
How are you axed heading into it?
I'm long sterling.
Against what?
Dollars. I'm long cable.
The market hasn't properly priced these announcements at all.
Cutting taxes, throwing fucking coal into the furnace.
A proper manifestation of what we truly believe in.
A no-bullshit free market vision.
The ghost of Margaret Thatcher in a handsome Asian kid.
When did you become such a Tory?
When I fell head over heels in love with money, wanker.
I hope you don't mind, we're going off-book for Boxing Day.
Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall has a very accessible red cabbage biryani.
Mummy, stop flirting.
Did you see George Osbourne at Hauser and Wirth?
- Oh, God. - He seems besotted...
Hannah?
- Are you drinking? - You mind taking Hugo?
Bad timing. He's just spent a dirty penny in there.
- You shouldn't be drinking. - I've pumped.
You'd think having a pub on your land would mean faster service.
Whose was the mulled wine?
- And the bitter... - Oh, yeah.
Well, wouldn't it be easier if we just installed
a little bar in the pavilion?
You wouldn't have to schlep to the pub.
Ramdani, settle a controversy from a city perspective.
I think the government's gone absolutely mad.
I mean, austerity on top of inflation.
Really have to think about the little guy in all this.
Now the bloody Chancellor's threatening this emergency budget.
Well, one of my friends working in Whitehall says
he's about to slash taxes for the top earners.
Yeah, it's a bet on Britain.
Low-tax, high-growth society, proper trickle-down supply-side economics.
Well, if he announces half the things they're suggesting tomorrow,
we're in for a good couple of years.
Well, at least people like us are anyway.
I mean, can't be all bad, Nicky.
Slashing inheritance tax must be worth a few quid, right?
Well, yes, I need every penny I can get.
Nicholas, you're making us feel bad
for getting such a good deal on the cottage.
Well, you did get it at a discount.
The dowager's favorite gamekeeper
let your new house go to seed when he lived in it.
I honestly think he was fucking the old bat in there.
I like the decor you've chosen. Smart.
Leave it to Rishi, it would be Santorini white
with a load of silver Christmas ornaments.
Do you like me playing with my wet little pussy?
Remember to leave a tip.
Fuck, you're sexy.
Shit!
It's okay. It's okay.
Fuck.
Nothing better than Christmas in Somerset.
Beats living in the city, eh, old boy?
Go on, then.
Sharing is caring. I like a white Christmas.
Oh, thanks.
Roger's settling in with me rather well.
- Who? - The dog, your dog.
- Well, I guess now my dog. - Yeah, his name's Rajah.
Is that a traditional name?
Well, it's from Aladdin.
- Right. - So...
Look, I’ve engaged an architect
- on the pavilion, you know? - Oh, yeah.
Not a cheap guy.
The drawings he sent me,
they still retain the spirit of this place,
but make it more practical, you know?
More 21st century.
And it's technically on my piece of land now, so...
I've got a local guy doing one of these for the solar fields we're building.
They look like absolute shit.
Well, listen.
His point is that we're not maximizing the space, you know?
So... Okay, we could knock down all--
Well, not knock down. I mean...
I mean cosmetic changes.
Add a five-seater bar, a pool table, a video wall,
so people can watch the Test match with their bitters.
- It's gonna be Eden, mate. - Yeah.
- I'm building something for the community. - What about the pictures?
The founder's wall?
Yes. Yeah, that's the centerpiece.
That brings it all together. That's history.
I'd never get rid of that.
My great-great-grandfather was very particular
about the pavilion when he built it.
He bowled a mean off-break, a proto-off-break, apparently.
The old genius is safe on my wall.
Rishi, why haven't you turned out for this lot yet?
Bet you have a beautiful punch of a cover drive.
I thought you said you opened the batting at school?
Yeah, I got a chronic ankle injury.
No, you don't.
Diana knows how much the pavilion means to the village.
We spent so many summers together here.
Dad forced me.
Do you think I have to properly engage Nicolas and the elders
before I break ground on the pavilion?
I think whatever you're pursuing
with this fucking cricket pavilion renovation
is a bit of a folly.
It's just simpler to let them be.
Who've you been talking to? Has Nicholas got into your head?
You don't need to do it.
We've spent enough money on the house.
Have we? Barely touched it.
Looks like the sort of place we'd send your parents to die.
I worry we're overextending ourselves.
I wish you'd let me help manage our finances.
We're fine! Okay? That's my area. So...
Did you listen to my interview with Bessel van der Kolk?
- He wrote The Body Keeps the Score? - Yeah, 'course I did.
Your back irritations may be internal issues presenting externally.
I told you Rajah was hypoallergenic anyway.
There was no need to give him away.
I can hear the blood rush around my head.
It's so quiet here.
You know, sometimes, my hours
are dangerously empty while you're at work.
One of my exes from Newcastle texted me last week.
Pathetic attempt at reconnection.
He's thick as shit.
Amazing body.
But after the text,
I imagined him fucking me over our kitchen table.
And I made myself come.
Why the fuck would you say that to me?
Sorry.
Sorry, I was trying to turn you on.
Yeah, well, you're a fucking mother.
- Can I help you? - Yeah, is Rishi in?
Yeah? I just thought I'd come and pay my respects
with something small for the little one.
I'm Vinay, Rishi's mate.
Vinay, of course. You were at school with Rishi, right?
- Guilty. - Do you wanna come in?
I don't want to impose.
Don't be ridiculous. Yeah, come in.
Cool, thank you.
We smoking a bit of the devil's lettuce?
Cheeky toke.
- Hey! - Vinay. Hey, hey.
- What's up? - Good to see you.
- How you doing? - Yeah, good.
What are you doing here?
To the manor born.
It's good. Suits you, man.
You know, I just thought,
I haven't come and seen your new, beautiful home yet.
I thought I'd come and drop something off for the little bambino.
- Just a little something, you know? - Thanks.
So, you're selling a house in the area?
Rish, didn't you mention Vinay was in property?
- Yeah. Yeah, no, I am. Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.
Listen, let's go for a walk.
I wanna show you around the new grounds.
- Yeah? - Yeah, let's...
- We can go now, and then-- - Okay!
- Yeah, yeah. - Okay, cool.
Take it easy on the old...
- Yeah, you go on. I'll catch up. - Okay.
- Yeah. - Nice to meet you.
I won't be long.
This Nicholas... The geezer who sold it to me,
he's one of those poshos who's asset-rich but illiquid.
Can't even afford to heat his own gaff, you know?
So, he sold me a few acres, the gamekeeper's cottage,
this pavilion.
I mean, it's mine, but it feels like it's theirs.
You know, these local fuckers, they're so hopped up on nostalgia,
they won't even let me tear it down to build a good thing.
But you were fucking shit at cricket.
Why are you now obsessed with a pavilion?
Look, bro, it's impractical for me to come out here, okay?
You need to stop avoiding me.
I'm not avoiding you, bro.
Okay, look, I gave you leeway on repayment of the initial,
but you can't miss two weeks vig in a row.
That's 20 grand.
I don't have that cash on me right now, okay?
But I'm collecting from my syndicate tomorrow.
What are you talking about? Listen to me.
Your horses are not fucking coming in, bro, okay?
And how are people still buying in if you're not showing them any returns?
Excuse me!
Can I help you, gentlemen?
There's no loitering by here.
Loitering?
- I own the fucking place. - Oh!
Sorry, Mr. Ramadani.
I didn't recognize you with your friend there.
Dark out tonight, innit?
Come on.
No problem. No problem at all.
So, listen, I'll come to your office tomorrow, yeah?
I've got team drinks.
Oh! I'll send you the details, you know?
I'll make you whole. You know I will.
Fuck.
Morning, Rishi!
Thanks for being such a generous host last night.
- Really feeling it today. - Me too.
Feels like I've been fucked in the ass by a Russian circus.
Nicholas, what are you doing in my garden at five in the morning?
Sorry. Just saw the hedge from my window, not being maintained.
I tend towards a flailed hedge.
- Sure. - Yeah. Just a quick thing.
Personally, I love the car. I think it's a lot of fun.
I think a few of the older people in the village would prefer
if you eased off the accelerator in the dawn and twilight hours.
Right. No, I hear you. I hear you.
But we are so delighted at how you and Diana
have assimilated into our community.
I mean, I've known Diana since she was four, you know?
Yeah, you said.
It's lovely when people come back to where they're from.
And thanks so much for being so engaged and forward-thinking about the pavilion.
I think, again, a few of the older crowd would find it hard to let go.
Not me, necessarily.
I had a quiet word with Diana, and she tends to agree.
Yeah, listen, I've...
I've got an actual job to get to, so see you later.
All right.
- See you, Rishi. - See you later.
You got that 2K for the horses?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I've got it, but I'm having second thoughts.
Fine. Miss out. Fuck off.
Mate, listen, I've done everything I can to palm Risk Control off.
Just ignore them, okay? They're jobsworth pests.
Okay, but...
Listen, you've been adding to the sterling long
for the best part of, what, a quarter now?
At least since the Lumi IPO.
Risk are a call away
from coming onto the floor and blowing the lid on you.
Just ignore them.
Whoever's junior you've been talking to, tell their boss to call me.
Capiche?
- Garçon! - Yes, sir.
- Morning, sir. - There you go.
Thank you.
Listen, do you really wanna call their bluff?
Listen, it'll all be sorted after the budget announcement.
- Okay? - No--
I'm running my view, the view I get paid to have and enact.
You're running a 625 million-quid position.
Keep your fucking voice down.
No. Almost half of that is on my book.
You're 45 million over your 300-million risk limit.
I'm nearly 20 below mine.
Man, I'm tired of living with the stress of this.
It's not good for my like...
Yeah.
- ...mental health. - Yeah, I've been invited to stay...
Your what?
LeviathanAlpha are asking for cable prices
- heading into the headline announcement. - Okay.
- Ping me Harper’s direct dial. - On your email.
- Thank you, sweetie. - ...Iceland pigs-in-blankets...
LeviathanAlpha.
Who's the only market maker you know
with a bouquet more compelling than a Parisian perfumier?
- Hello, Rishi. - In one, doll. Listen.
Because money heals antipathy as fast as it creates it,
I was hoping we could allow
the blissful sanctuary of a business transaction
to be our first step to closure.
I'm listening.
- What are you doing in FX? - Why would I tell you that?
Well, I'm a buyer of pounds.
Any color on what Goldman's doing?
Okay, but this is quid pro quo,
and if I ever need any color on anything in the future,
you're a fucking rainbow.
Capiche?
I spoke with Daria on Goldman's macro desk this morning. They are short cable.
Daria?
What, she's dealing with you again? How'd you swing that?
I have the money to pay her to like me now.
All right, Goldman's a seller.
Fine, that's more liquidity. You know, they're...
They're thinking too long-term.
I'm interested in trading minutes here.
You're betting against GS? Why are you the other side?
They're always right on macro-catalysts.
We took a tiny, low-conviction cable long into the emergency budget.
I have it on decent authority
that they're slated to cut the top rate of tax.
Don't tease me, H. I don't like foreplay. If you're gonna put it in, put it in.
Charming.
If they're gonna do something that politically loud,
I think my view on the scale of the budget is vindicated.
Okay. I don't know what to tell you.
Whisper is it's happening.
- What's Harper saying? - Top rate tax cut.
Is this really the best time
to be testing investors' willingness to lend to the UK?
Like, do they understand how macroeconomics work?
It's high-risk, high-reward. Mega-bullish.
Is it?
I mean, if the UK can't pay its debt, then the pound's gonna be in the toilet.
I didn't know Milton Friedman wore Manolos.
That's because these are Bottega, so...
But it's a big bet on Britain!
Okay.
Is that Risk again?
No. It's...
It's HR.
Someone in our team found a few comments.
Wonder if I read a couple, they might jog your memory?
Apparently, of one female client, words were uttered to the effect of...
"She looks like the type of thick cunt who swallows her mouthwash."
Sorry, I don't even know what that means.
"That's why I date crazy women."
"The corollary of them being fucked in the head
is that they suck cock like a veal calf."
Is this funny to you?
Yeah, what's the purpose of this meeting?
Are you accusing me of something?
Our HR team found an anonymous subreddit
called "Overheard at Pierpoint."
Okay. So, was I mentioned by name?
We have unofficial, non-specific complaints
about your lexicon being rather aggressive.
And your floor was mentioned.
We localized our suspicions to you.
Oh, suspicions?
Let me just get this right. This was anonymous.
It was uncorroborated.
And I wasn't even mentioned by name.
What are you, the fucking Stasi?
You dragged me off my desk for this unsubstantiated horseshit!
I think it's in your and the bank's best interest
that I go and do my job, yeah?
Cheers, guys. This has been great.
There's nothing to it, mate.
It's pissy gossip on a pissy website.
Rish, let's be straight.
Your language is a bit unadulterated.
- You're a little blue. - You're not serious.
Why would I censor myself?
The contract in this place is simple.
As long as I'm making money, I'm free.
Some might argue that it's not decent.
Oh, fucking hell. "Decent"?
You trap everyone into a power game
where they don't know where they stand with you,
and I'm punished for talking straight?
Who are you talking about?
Who aren't I talking about?
Maybe if you spoke straight to your fucking talented protégé,
you wouldn't have felt the need to fire her for outgunning you.
Replacing her with some tidy skirt who brightens your mornings.
Watch your mouth.
You used to be an equal-opportunities cunt.
And fair fucks to you,
you know, 'cause this, this is a trading floor.
Some people might read your hyper-machismo
as a direct correlation to your appetite for risk.
Is this your way of softening me up for a firing?
What, the bank suddenly gives a fuck about the way I talk after 15 years?
Yeah, how rich.
Risk just called me.
Yeah? What do they want?
You're running a 300-million sterling position.
Is this correct?
Adler raised my risk limit for the Lumi IPO.
You're kidding me, right?
He raised it for a 12-hour period!
Not fucking house money to play with!
That'll blow our whole year!
Risk told me to get you to close the position, stop loss.
It's a bit fucking late for a stop-loss, wouldn't you say?
Eric, we have got no choice but to run it.
Rish, MD to MD.
I had a brave face on in that morning meeting.
We may be on the precipice of a crisis.
You realize you're the face of Lumi's failure, right?
It was your gormless face staring out at the audience at COP.
You noticed how the team spoke to you.
You've lost the dressing room.
- Do you think that's the kind of guy I am? - I have no idea.
It's just who you are at work, right?
Is that you?
I don't know. I don't really care.
Do you regret fucking me or something?
Hell no.
I like short, sharp demands. They work for me.
Funny. Is that why you sell your pussy on the World Wide Web?
And I'm the one that's meant to be devolved.
- Keep your fucking voice down! - What did Tyler from Idaho
- buy you off your wish list? - Fuck off!
So, it wasn't you who snitched on me?
Yeah. Are we gonna have this review then?
I need to get out of London...
My work?
You haven't even looked at the risk analysis I've been working on.
Fuck it. I'm giving you ten out of ten, anyway.
Tick every box, "Exceptional."
'Cause you, my friend, have been a stellar hire. Yeah?
- Acknowledge my fucking work. - I acknowledge that mouth.
- What if I left my wife for you? - Yeah, okay.
Please go away.
Can't believe the Tories have been in power for 14 years
and then they have the front to do this.
- It's certainly bold. - What?
The Chancellor just cut the top rate of tax.
Congratulations, hon. Guess you were right.
- The Lord is my bitch! - My phone! Rishi, my phone!
- Gotta go! - Really? God. Dickhead.
Yeah! Come on! Yeah!
Sorry.
Do you know what day it is? It's Christmas Day!
Sorry! Get a bag in!
Prick!
Yes, I owe you a beer!
Watch it, watch it, watch out.
What the fuck is going on?
Why is cable gapping down 250 points?
It's totally unprecedented.
None of our in-house macro-economists saw it coming.
Anraj! Anraj, is there any color on this sell-off?
Fucking bond market hates this.
The pound's getting fucked seven ways to Sunday.
Britain's a basket case and the world is pricing it.
That's not good for sterling.
Right, but The Telegraph called it the best budget
that's been delivered by a historic margin.
It tells you everything that.
If anyone deserves a firework shoved up their ass
on the fifth Sunday after Epiphany,
it's the Chancellor.
Yeah, one of the Three Wise Men certainly didn't bring Jesus's top-rate tax cut.
Yeah, H. What's this price action?
What the fuck is going on?
Hearing some chatter that the budget roll-out's been mismanaged.
The government was warned the market might take it badly
and they ran with it anyway.
Just got an IB from a connected client
saying this was all the Chancellor's wet dream,
and he didn't even run it past the Cabinet!
- Rishi, you managing this? - I'm-- I am--
Sterling gapping lower now on rumors of policy mismanagement.
Get the fuck off my hoot!
Don't push me.
I know the macro environment's on fire,
but tomorrow morning we need a team powwow.
Bit of an inventory. HR related.
Come on. Are you kidding me?
Surely this is not an apposite time for that.
- No, but they've just mandated it. - Fucking hell!
Mate, what are you gonna do about Risk?
- The position is worse now. - Yeah, it's all gravy with Eric.
Look at me.
I know it was you.
The snitch. I know it was you.
Mate, I have no idea what you're on about.
Doors closing.
Lift going down.
Going down, going down, going down...
Doors opening.
Yes, bro?
- Yo, who's this? - Friend.
Are you serious about this?
I'm serious about the 20 grand, Rish. Where is it?
How are you in finance and so broke?
Look, whatever this is, man, there's no need for it.
Okay, I'm-- I'm getting it now.
I'm just waiting for people in the syndicate to cough up.
Come on, I'm collecting. Just...
You just stay here, I'll be 20 minutes, tops.
Yeah, I swear it.
Gates. Gates!
You got my two grand?
Happy Christmas.
Yeah, it's printing money, boss.
Nice one.
I shit myself.
Listen. You got my money, the 2K?
Yeah, I mean...
Man, I've got rent, you know. Cost of living, man.
Be a fucking man, yeah?
- Okay, yeah. - Yeah.
- Yeah... - Come on, I got it.
I'll count it. I trust you. I trust you, bro.
Wise soul.
You got some truth out of that one.
You would think after 25 years...
I know we've had a bit of a day, so...
- It's under control, right? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Nothing that a a cool eight grand can’t fix between pals.
- Happy holidays. - Impressed!
If I knew it was so easy to make money in horses,
I may have leaned into it a little more.
I mean, don't denigrate my expertise.
Simplicity belies the complexity.
Okay.
Look, Eric, Eric, Eric...
Forget about picking winners, yeah? That's for mug punters.
My next snag has just moved to a top Irish yard.
Okay? I've got an inside contact who said
they'll switch the feed for the horse 48 hours before he runs.
Like he's had a dodgy korma.
You can't lose on that loser.
That 8K, it's not working very hard for you in your blazer pocket, so...
Forgive me for not trusting you.
Yeah.
Go on, take it out of my pocket.
Let's pretend it was never real.
It's Christmas.
There's an extra 200 in there. I was gonna tip the shoeshine.
Rishi Rish! What you sayin', bruv?
What you got for me?
Forgive me, man.
I-- I don’t have it. I...
None of it?
Okay, listen. Listen.
It's sound, okay?
Birthyear, yeah? I got it for 12.
But the Arabs at Burlington Arcade, I swear to you, they'll pay 18 plus.
Box and papers too, man.
Doesn't it have sentimental value?
I decided I hate nostalgia, so...
Are you all right, bro? Honestly though?
How deep are you in, really?
How much you conned your colleagues out of?
I'm-- I'm in a hole, man.
I'm in a hole.
It's cool, it's cool.
I love this time of year for the jumps.
- I've got a good tip for you actually. - Yeah?
I know you owe me 200 Gs, plus the vig...
but I could spot you 50 Gs if you want for New Year's Day racing at Exeter?
That's if you're still even betting on horses.
- Nah. Nah. - Nah?
You're all right, man. You're good.
Enjoy the timepiece, though.
- Okay. - Yeah?
This will probably buy you a couple of days. Week for a friend.
- Yeah. Thank you, man. - All right?
- Safe. - Yeah, cheers.
- Appreciate you, man. - Yeah, cool.
The lot.
Cheers.
Change.
Seventeen.
Nineteen, stick, blackjack.
Nine, seventeen.
Twenty-one.
Twenty.
Come on.
Change.
Sixteen, seven, eighteen.
Thirteen, fifteen.
Eighteen.
Ten. Doubles.
Twenty-one.
All in?
- Twenty. - Come on.
Fifteen.
Too many.
Yes!
Yes, I'll have two vodkas.
We'll have two mixers as well, yeah?
And a round of shots. Great.
Come on, come round onto the table.
Yeah! Victory!
Wow!
- That's my fucking girlfriend. - Take it easy, man.
- What the fuck! - Get the fuck off me!
The fuck you doing, man? Get off me!
Fucking fat Paki cunt!
Fucking dickhead! I'll fucking kill you!
All of it.
- Yeah, come on. - There you are.
Cheers.
Hello, sir.
Hundred change.
Place your bets.
Placed on black.
Number 23, red.
No more bets.
No more bets, thank you. All money goes on black.
Number 32, red.
Sorry, sir, no cash. The cashier is open.
Sir, you forgot something.
Where the fuck are you?
I-- I stayed in London.
Fucking again!
Okay, I'm just heading to work.
Do you think I'm fucking dense? Who were you with?
What have you taken?
I've been up all night with our child
and you've been fucking off and drinking again.
Where've you been?
What the fuck happened to your face?
Walked into a door.
Oh, man.
Mate.
Mate, what am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do? The FCA is gonna pull my license.
Hey, what happened to your face?
When are you gonna shave that fucking thing off?
You look like you've been sipping shit.
It's a new look.
No, it's a cry for help, okay? Just...
Fuck.
Fuck. Why is sterling trading even worse?
Eric. Eric...
Eric, what are your gilt mates saying?
How the fuck are we almost at parity with the dollar?
Football is called soccer now.
You dealt with that issue, right?
I don't want another call from Risk.
Well, haven't you seen?
Pension funds have been almost wiped out from long-dated yields exploding.
Bank of England supports gilts now.
Surely this is unsustainable.
How far are these fucking Tories gonna let this slide?
So they're "fucking" Tories now, are they?
The worm has turned.
What is it, mate?
Why are you looking at me like you wanna slip it in? Huh?
You've never seen a shiner before?
What did he say then?
Yas, come on, tell me. What the fuck did he just say?
I don't know. He's speaking in Egyptian Arabic.
Look-- No, you do. Just tell me.
Just tell me. Come on, what did he say? It's fine. I can take it.
I'd rather not say.
Shut up!
Yo, yo, Mo Salah.
Mo Salah! You waltz around here like a fucking melt in your Versace gear.
Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?
You're in my personal space.
We need to spend a minimum 15 minutes in here.
Anyone wanna share anything?
Does anyone wanna share anything about
how they feel about working on our desk?
Come on, guys, let's not tart this up. We're...
We're here because of me.
I mean, you're making this about you.
Fuck's sake.
I-- I knew you grassed on me.
- What? - So, what are we here for?
Okay, what-- Was it you?
What are you talking about?
Someone's been leaking some of our more choice language
to an internet forum.
God.
Do we really need a committee on how we speak to each other
instead of just, you know, speaking to each other?
Was it you who snitched?
Come on, just tell me. Which one of you snitched?
- Come on, just tell me. - Why are you assuming it's a woman?
Maybe it was a disgruntled former employee,
like Kenny.
Rish, mate, I think some people may see it...
you know, the way you speak, as a bit... backwards.
One, I'm sorry for trying to make you laugh.
It's a bit of bounce.
It's what makes me good at my job.
It's misogynistic.
If you don't exude confidence,
clients will-- they'll just run you over!
God.
Were you always like this?
Come on, what difference does it make?
Okay, you adapt.
You make people uncomfortable.
That's it.
Christ! Am I losing my mind here?
All this circle-jerking about how we feel
and how our words have consequences.
And all this proxy culture war navel-gazing that we're doing.
Guys, there's-- China is slowly growing more powerful. Come on!
Anraj.
Anraj, come on.
Come on, do I make you uncomfortable?
Tell...
Tell them, come on.
Well, sometimes...
Sometimes I'm scared to come into work.
Because I'm worried about...
you know, how you're gonna talk to me.
New catalyst on the tape.
The Chancellor's expected to make a statement in five minutes.
What are clients doing, please?
There's no real conviction as to whether it's a double down or a rollback.
So, it's a coin toss where sterling goes.
Hello? Rish, I have Harper on the line. She wants to buy pounds.
Yeah, patch me in.
Hey, are you a buyer into this announcement?
Good morning to you too.
- Can you fill me on this trade? - Why are you buying?
Come on, what's your read on the announcement?
- What do you know? - I have conviction.
Okay, where's it from?
I have a source. Can you help or not?
H, I’m not actually axed that way.
Fuck. Buyer of pounds. Someone knows something.
All salespeople, listen up!
- I'm a buyer of pounds! - What the fuck are you doing?
Pierpoint is a buyer of cable.
Any salesperson worth two bullets gets me pounds.
Get on the phones!
- What are you doing? - Anraj, what is he doing?
He's taken over my book.
He's running an extra 300 million on it.
He-- I don't know what to do. He forced me.
What's your bid on 150 million? Tudor.
- Fuck it, I'm 80 bid. - Eighty bid.
Yeah, done at 1.0880.
Rish, I have sterling for you. I wanna see your bid.
- Stop trading now! - Fuck that!
Yas, speak. Eric, let me do my job!
- Avatar wants your bid for 200. - Thirty bid on nine.
Yours, 200 done at 1.0930.
How big is his position now?
- Close to a full yard. - What?
A billion pounds. I'm calling security!
Mine, mine, mine!
Rishi, step away from your terminal!
Mine, mine!
Look at the tape! Look at the tape!
Chancellor reveals plans to reverse almost all provisions made in the budget,
including top-rate tax.
This is a full-scale rollback.
Repeat, they've set fire to their plans.
Fuck.
Sterling is rallying here.
It is gapping up.
It's gapping up, baby!
Oh my God! Talk about an emergency rate hike.
The MPC are raising rates by 200 basis points.
You are fucking kidding me.
The biggest rise in UK interest rates in 27 years.
Sterling back through our level now.
We're in profit. I need to offer the position ASAP.
Could someone get me out of this long, please?
Any salesperson? I'm a seller up here!
- Double sales credits! - I have a buyer.
- Al-Mi'raj in size. - Yeah, any size like that.
Okay, okay, okay.
What’s your offer on a yard of sterling?
- Seventy! - Seventy.
Mine.
- Done at 1.1370! - Yes!
Rule Britannia.
Yes? Do you want something?
Eric? Eric, can you call off the gendarme?
Yeah? We have a fucking understanding, don't we?
- Yes, we do. - Thank you.
We've made 18 million across our books.
You're not even a good trader.
You're just lucky.
Yeah?
Tell me, what's the difference?
You’re a gentleman.
Doors closing.
Lift going down.
Wait, I've just got an email saying that you resigned.
I hope it was sunny enough,
and my "let’s still be pals" tone isn't too insincere.
Okay, but seriously, where are you going?
I'm bored working for this dictatorship of dying men.
Tell me, exactly how does a "veal calf suck cock"?
I never said that.
I wouldn't know.
Sloppily... I guess, but, you know, some intention.
I know you never said that.
But I think I wrote a pretty good approximation of your voice, no?
Oh, by the way,
Sweetpea told me you were a bad fuck.
She called you a "five-pump chump."
Doors opening.
But, listen, it was really great working with you.
Doors closing.
Fuck!
- Why do you keep doing this to me? - Fuck!
Please, just stop! Just calm down! I'm sorry!
- Who were you fucking last night? - No one!
You said that we would reset after the wedding.
- You promised! - We are! We are!
You fucked some little slag in the pub toilets
while your pregnant wife was entertaining your horrid friends.
- Fine, well, I didn't wanna get married! - Neither did I!
- So, then, why are we married? - Because I love you!
Yeah, and I love you too!
No, you love your fucking English country rose.
I...
I don’t wanna be someone's country wife, okay?
Some dull, breeding machine you spunk into or just someone's fucking mother.
That is not an identity I signed up for.
You don't even fucking eat me anymore.
Eat you any...
You are the one who said you were happy with me pulling out. Okay?
You are the one who said it would be 99% effective.
I married a partner.
You were fun and engaged, and when you were cruel,
you made sure we were cruel together.
What the fuck happened to that guy?
I didn't force you to move here.
No.
I was under the impression it was a decision we made together.
How much do you owe?
- Two hundred grand. - Oh, my God.
Please.
- Are we in danger? - No.
- Is Hugo in danger? - No. No.
This wasn't him, okay? Please.
I feel so ashamed.
Your shame is not useful to me right now, okay?
Listen. Your parents, can they-- They can tide me over, right?
They-- they've--
They can maybe give me some, you know, some liquidity, like a bridge loan?
And my comp's gonna come soon.
Okay, please, they've got that lying around.
I know they do. Please.
You have no idea what their finances are like.
That's your prejudice.
And I would never ask them, not for this.
Not for anything. Nothing.
Not to fucking foot your gambling addiction.
I have some money from my media work.
- The podcast, some sponcon stuff. - Okay.
It's in a separate account.
And some savings.
What? You're surprised my little hobby makes money?
No.
Do you know what being a man is?
It's not how you seem around other men,
or what you do to make yourself feel a certain way around other men.
It's how you treat the people who expect your love.
I’m not perfect.
There's a guy in the village I have look at house stuff.
I invite him in.
We both know exactly what's going on.
We enjoy it.
Last week I let him go down on me.
Did you come?
- What difference does it make? - Did you fucking come?
Yes. A lot.
Was it Nicholas?
What difference does it make?
Why?
Oh, fuck!
Yeah.
It's much easier to raise strong boys
than fix broken men.
Di...
Be honest with me.
Do you think I'm a misogynist?
No, you're a chauvinist.
What's the difference?
I did a podcast about it.
By the way, a bad joke doesn't make you a bad person.
How do I know what kind of person I am?
Everyone is the same person they were at seven.
Not even the same person they were yesterday.
Life is how you muddle through that contradiction.
Have you noticed that Nicholas is always on our property?
He still thinks it's his.
You know, I lost my virginity to him.
His 18th. Theme was "White Mischief."
I miss the dog.
I told you.
Your back had nothing to do with that poor boy.
Maybe I'm depressed.
Probably need more vitamin D.
What? I read darker-skinned people need to top up.
Make sure Hugo takes a supplement.
What? Is Hugo white?
Probably.
Such a shame.
We should have never moved here.
But we're here now. We should make it ours.
Would a misogynist eat your pussy this well?
Rajah! Rajah!
Come here, boy! Come here!
- Roger! Roger! - Rajah! Rajah! Come here!
Come here, boy! Good boy.
- Come here. Come here. - Roger!
- Yeah. Good boy! - Sorry, Rishi.
Yeah, I just want you to know
that me and Diana have a very healthy sex life!
And I'm taking my dog back.
It's Rajah, not Roger!
Yeah, Vin?
- Yo! - It's Rish, hi.
Rish, what you saying? Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, amigo.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. You got my 200?
- Yeah, I have your 200. - Nice, nice, nice.
- I was thinking... - Yeah.
...let's put 50 of it on your tip.
- Yeah? - You know I'm good for it.
- You manned up. - No, I like your conviction.
And I've got a feeling...
a great feeling, like...
fate is shaving her cunt just for me.
Good boy. Good boy, Rajah.