♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(CLAPS) Listen up!
(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
Guys, it's payrolls tomorrow.
Can we make sure
we're not taking lunch
off the desk, please.
If the labor market somehow
contrives to give us
eight years of Trump,
I don't know what I'll do.
-Probably nothing.
-(SNORTS)
I've built
an indicators monitor.
Weekly jobless claims,
credit card arrears,
Google searches for vacancies,
are all rolling over.
Good edge.
I'll circulate it.
It's a finger in the air,
-but definitely something.
-I like it. Cool.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ERIC TAO:
Oh, hey, uh, HR's been in touch.
They're having some issues
with your Tier 2 visa.
-I'm gonna look into it.
-I can do that.
No, let-- let me do it.
Unless you wanna go home?
Because I can arrange that.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
DARIA GREENOCK: I know
you're going to hate this.
-Oh, please don't sing.
-Oh, I wasn't going to.
BOTH: (SINGING)
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-(SLAMS DESK)
-♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-♪ Happy birthday dear Harper ♪
-♪ Dear Harpsichord ♪
ALL: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
-(CLAPPING, CHEERING)
-GREG GRAYSON: ♪ And many more ♪
I can't look
at a birthday candle
without thinking
about Robert Herrick.
Nobody knows who that is.
(BOTH LAUGH)
-(TELEPHONES RING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ROBERT SPEARING: Who the fuck
is Robert Herrick?
Don't worry about your visa.
You're the right kind
of immigrant.
Happy birthday.
♪ ("SHADE" BY IAMDDB PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS) ♪
GREG: We're living in an era
of woke capitalism, right?
I'm Nike. I pretend to care
about Black people.
You pretend to hate capitalism
and buy my trainers.
-"Nike-ee."
-(CHUCKLES) Nike, but...
So do you, like, pre-rehearse
these little nuggets?
(BOTH LAUGH)
Oh, my gosh.
-Yeah.
-What is this Blue Peter thing?
(ALL LAUGH)
YASMIN KARA-HANANI: I was gonna
give it to her at work,
but I knew people like you
would judge me.
I would judge you,
but I'm trying to be
-less egocentric now.
-Right.
Everyone,
this is the last of it.
-(ROBERT SNORTING)
-Can I keep this
for the wank bank?
I actually wrote a paper on
the moral case for capitalism.
-GREG: That must've been short.
-(ROBERT CHUCKLES)
No. It was 8,000 words.
(SNORTS)
All right,
birthday girl gets two. Enjoy.
That's top tier ski wear,
that is.
-(HARPER SNIFFS)
-How many left?
ROBERT: Uh... one.
GREG: This is like
that scene in Notting Hill
where they try and work out...
ROBERT: What, with--
with the brownies? Okay, well...
Hey, so, I'm not trying
to be a Luddite,
and I know
you'll hardly ever use it,
but I think it's kinda nice
to see the future
in tiny little boxes.
(CHUCKLES)
♪ Ooh, I think I like her
Like her, like her... ♪
GREG: All my friends
are getting married!
ROBERT:
Okay, well, yeah, there you go.
Who can argue with that?
(LAUGHS)
I know today's hard for you.
I know you must be thinking
about your brother.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)
It's personalized,
so you better like it. (LAUGHS)
-Can't return it, 'cause...
-YASMIN: Yeah, it's yours now...
(LAUGHS)
HARPER STERN:
You guys call this "seshing"?
GREG: Uh, yeah,
It's like, um...
♪ ("BREATHE" BY CAMELPHAT
AND CRISTOPH PLAYING) ♪
-GREG: ...a session.
-HARPER: Why?
GREG: It's, like, as big
a cultural touchstone
as, I guess, anything.
♪ I won't bend ♪
(GREG CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)
♪ You're hurting so much... ♪
GREG: ...and I-- I use that term
in a nongendered way.
HARPER:
Dude, I-- I get it. Thanks.
GREG: Okay. Um.
Enjoy the kitchen.
I'll watch.
My boyfriend's filled
our apartment
with these cheese plants.
The brochure said
we should name them.
They pulled out names from a hat
at his work.
-Sorry if I'm interrupting.
-Interrupting what?
(GAS HISSING)
-HARPER: It's an IPA.
-(GREG GROANS)
♪ You feel ♪
-(INHALES)
-♪ No pain ♪
♪ In the sweet surrender ♪
♪ The light warms again ♪
♪ You're hurting so much
I need you to... ♪
♪ ("CREEP" BY RIZBRA PLAYING) ♪
YASMIN: Harper,
I've booked us an Uber.
ROBERT:
Nah, we're gonna have one more.
We've only got that
student drive tomorrow.
YASMIN: Are you sure, Harper?
Nothing good ever happens
past 2 a.m.
Everything good
happens past 2 a.m.
This music sounds like
a fucking car alarm.
GREG:
Yeah, Thatcher tried to ban it,
so you're dancing on her grave.
ROBERT: All right, yeah,
can you come for one?
Yeah, okay, no, two--
Yeah, two's fine.
Um, yeah, mate, same postcode.
Can I have one K on tick?
And a couple round ones?
Ta. Cheers. See you in a bit.
I'm changing the music.
The tyranny of choice.
Got Gus on the desk now,
which is good.
-So got a-- got a mate.
-Great.
It's nice to be working
with him, you know?
-Is it nice?
-He gets me, and, uh--
and he looks after me,
and I look after him.
Yasmin fucking offered me
a place to live,
and, like,
that was really fucking cool.
Like, she didn't have
to do that.
Is that a fucking joke,
is that a joke?
...about myself, you know, like,
about myself. Like, I can...
-Yeah. Bonjour.
-What do you do at work?
-At my desk?
-Mmm.
Uh, they won't let me
on the phones.
(LAUGHS)
I'm not taking it personally
at the moment.
-Right.
-I'm just sort of going with it.
Have you ever had K?
Ket? Ketamine?
It sort of makes you feel
a little bit legless,
a little bit wobbly.
I mean, you've never
had any before so, like...
You get like a
new perspective--
To be honest,
I literally can't see anything.
ROBERT: Got to do it in style.
If it's your debut,
it's your first time--
HARPER: (LAUGHS) You look like
fucking Elton John.
-(HARPER SNIFFS)
-(BOTH LAUGHING)
-We're like different people.
-Who are you talking about?
I hope you're overwhelmed.
-HARPER: Yeah, like--
-I'm just saying,
I'd be overwhelmed.
-You don't wanna talk about it!
-Yeah, man, I'm just, um...
-No, not really.
-ROBERT: I get it.
Goldman Sachs?
It's Robert Spearing.
That's what I'm saying,
bro, like...
-ROBERT: I mean--
-Honestly?
-Yes!
-Fifty fucking thousand quid.
-(GRUNTS)
-I'll have five cents.
I don't know, my friends are,
like, cool and nice, whatever.
-I mean, I'm just so focused...
-ROBERT: I'm with you there.
-...on work right now, like...
-ROBERT: Me too.
♪ ("UNDER YOUR SPELL"
BY DESIRE PLAYING) ♪
♪ I don't eat
I don't sleep ♪
♪ I do nothing
But think of you ♪
♪ I don't eat
I don't sleep ♪
♪ I do nothing
But think of you ♪
(HARPER LAUGHS)
♪ You keep me under your spell
You keep me under your spell ♪
♪ You keep me under your spell ♪
(ROBERT SNIFFS)
♪ ("SPACE DUST"
BY LOUIS VI PLAYING) ♪
(ROBERT SNORTING)
(ROBERT SIGHS)
(LAUGHS)
(EXHALES)
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
ROBERT: Uh, stop. No, stop.
-I'm sorry.
-It's fine.
No, I'm sorry.
You know...
-You can tell I want to--
-It's fine.
It's not a good idea anyway.
You know, it's just...
with me and Yasmin,
with-- with whatever's...
happening there.
I didn't know that
anything was happening there.
-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
-(CAR ENGINE REVVING)
COLETTE STERN: (IN VOICEMAIL)
Dad and I really hope
you're going to make it back
for Thanksgiving.
Oh, I saw on Instagram that
Todd's got rid of his little ho.
I'm not saying reach out,
but maybe reach out.
Okay, bye.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
ERIC:
People are missing the move.
RISHI RAMDANI: Gregory,
you smell like a brewery, mate.
GREG: No, I think that's Robert.
RISHI: Robert,
you smell like a brewery, mate.
-ROBERT: I think it's Greg.
-(BEEPS)
DUNCAN HIXE: Harper, it's
Duncan Hixe in middle office.
Can you call me
as soon as you get this
in order to discuss
something urgent?
ERIC: The market
is backstopped like...
Harper, you coming?
DARIA: But you can't go
to the drive.
Harper, you can't represent us
like this... in this condition.
(TELEPHONES RINGING)
It was a chance to represent
the firm in front of Sara.
Remember, this place is bigger
than one desk.
I mean, I want to,
but that's on tomorrow.
-(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
-(TELEPHONES RINGING)
Yeah, wing it.
At minimum... (SIGHS)
...find a replacement.
-And please, take a shower.
-(ERIC SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
ERIC: He's so bear-ish.
HARPER: It'll be good
for your internal profile.
They're, like, a component of
the 360s they do pre-RIF day.
What is it?
It's like a corporate spiel
for college kids.
Yas, go. It's not like
you're on the phones,
and you're a great advert
for the firm. (GRUNTS)
Or maybe you could go, Tash?
Actually,
that would require you to speak.
I love you. I love my gift.
You weren't in your room
this morning.
Yeah, Rob kept me up. (CHUCKLES)
(SUCKS TEETH)
Fine. But I've booked us spin.
And I've already paid
for you, so.
There's a pungent smell
of wine in this area,
which hitherto was absent.
On your bike, Yas.
Sell the firm.
(KENNY PANTING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
KENNY KILBANE:
Come on, Kenny. (GRUNTS)
ALIX STEEL: (ON TV)
This is Bloomberg Daybreak.
I'm Alix Steel.
It is 7:30 a.m. on...
-HARPER: Duncan?
-BOTH: Yeah?
STEEL: ...reports the worst
month since 2013...
-Harper.
-Ah! The elusive Harper.
Hi, sorry, sorry, crazy morning.
How can I help?
Forwarded you a time stamp
on a mismatched trade.
-Allerton Capital.
-What's the issue?
There's a discrepancy
on the notional.
Graduates have done this before,
so I just need to check.
Did you buy the right currency?
You booked 50 quid,
Allerton are confirming
50 dollars. Which is it?
Sterling. Uh, quid.
Allerton's confirmation says
it's a dollar amount.
It definitely wasn't.
DUNCAN: Call the client.
I'm sure he'll rectify.
It's probably their mistake.
If it's yours,
I need to know ASAP.
Do I need to tell my manager?
Is this, uh, a serious issue?
Absolutely you should.
Not telling him
is not acceptable.
Okay. I'll-- I'll fix it.
RISHI: Listen,
if anyone wants me,
fucking I.M. me.
Stop ringing my line!
ERIC: No, exactly.
I was just going to flag that...
RISHI:
I'm not gonna hold your hand.
Contrary to popular belief,
I am not God!
ERIC: A load of our economists
clamoring over each other
to be wrong
on the direction of Europe...
-ASSISTANT: Allerton Capital.
-It's Harper from Pierpoint.
Um, I was hoping to speak
with Aubrey.
-ASSISTANT: Putting you through.
-AUBREY LEWIS: Aubrey speaking.
How is your wife coping
with the sleep apnea?
AUBREY: It's less about
how she's coping,
more about how I'm coping.
(CHUCKLES)
Just checking,
you got my Bloomie
with our NFP preview?
Yeah, I don't really read those,
but appreciate the flag.
Sure. Um, while I have you,
that cable ticket that we did,
middle office is saying
that you booked 50 dollars.
AUBREY:
Well, that's because I did.
♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
No, you booked 50 sterling.
AUBREY: Are we seriously
having this conversation?
We can pull the tapes
on the trade
and listen to the audio,
but it would mark a first
in my 20-year career.
Does Daria know
you're calling me?
I-- I'm really sorry.
This is clearly a...
brain fry. Um,
I must have misbooked it.
C-- Could you amend it
on your end?
AUBREY:
With the rate where it is?
Why would I eat that for you?
I'm no philanthropist.
Is that all?
Um... Aubrey, I--
-I'm sure that we can--
-AUBREY: No, I'm sure.
I'm willing to lay
this ridiculous request
at the feet
of your inexperience,
but if you push me on this,
it will legitimately damage
my relationship
with your superiors,
and then you'll have
a real problem. Thanks.
Rish, where's street
on the NFP print at 1:30 please?
Uh, consensus is plus 250.
We're at plus 150.
Cassandra, you still think
we're grinding to a halt?
Strong and black, just like me.
How late did you go last night?
Sorry,
I can't do this right now.
-Sure.
-Hey.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Do you have anything stronger?
(PLASTIC CRINKLES)
Uh, globalization of trade is...
(WHISPERING) How many?
Take two and you'll feel
like you're inventing Facebook.
(OFFICE CHATTER CONTINUES)
(PLASTIC CRINKLES)
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Duncan, client did buy 50 quid.
He's refusing to amend it
on his end. He's lying.
DUNCAN: Ah. Okay.
Well, let's pull the tapes.
All voice trading's recorded.
DARA: Oh, yeah.
Oh, I put in extraordinary...
Is there another option?
DUNCAN: No. Look,
he shouldn't have run you over
just because you're young.
Amend the trade in the system
to 50 dollars,
and see what the loss is.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
DARA:
...flew them in on a helicopter.
Isn't that wild? (LAUGHS)
Oh, no, no. I don't give a...
DUNCAN: Okay,
I imagine it's quite a hit,
but sell now and at least
we've contained it.
-(INDISTINCT BACKGROUND CHATTER)
-♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
DUNCAN: Harper?
Is it done? What does it say?
(DARIA GIGGLES)
It says it's all squared away.
DUNCAN: Good.
I was dreading the team meet.
You-- we--
we were slow on this one.
When is your meet?
DUNCAN: 1:30. Just after
nonfarm payrolls.
Now, you're sure it's done?
-HARPER: It's done.
-DUNCAN: Good.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
See, no two days are the same,
'cause the market
is always dynamic.
And here we're taught
to think like owners.
You manage to make it sound
like a socialist enterprise.
We're on a very aggressive
image rehabilitation drive,
so you might want to put
your tie on.
ROBERT: Excuse me.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(YASMIN CLEARS THROAT)
Don't ask.
I can imagine.
What did you guys get up to?
Ah, um...
Yeah,
I really put her in the locker.
Yeah, well, now I'm having
to deal with the fallout, so.
(LAUGHTER, CHATTER CONTINUES)
ROBERT: Photoshop.
I doubt they've ever even been
in the same room.
Look how much
they like each other.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
It feels weird to be in
a position of power here.
So, what are you
gonna do with it?
-YASMIN: Hi!
-STUDENTS: Hi!
-YASMIN: Nice to meet you.
Having a good day? Hi.
-STUDENTS: Hi.
HARPER:
All I know is I fucked up
and the loss is at 50k
right now.
Why don't you just tell Eric?
We have had two of the best
P&L days of the year.
I can't just put my hands up
and say that I wiped it out.
ROBERT: Yeah, Eric will flip,
but you risk your job
if you don't come clean.
HARPER: Why did you make me
stay up all night?
(LAUGHS)
I didn't make you do anything!
Look, you're his project.
You're allowed
to make one mistake.
No, no, actually I'm not.
I'm not allowed
to make any mistakes.
People like you are allowed
to make mistakes.
What the fuck does that mean?
Mistakes are a privilege.
(SCOFFS) Okay, yeah, well,
the loss is hypothetical.
-In the book? It's live, right?
-Yeah. So?
ROBERT: Well, then,
it's not crystallized.
So, surely it can still swing
to the upside or the downside?
If the NFP's under 150k
at 1:30 this afternoon--
That's a fucking punt.
No, there's less chance
of a Fed rate hike,
which is bad for the dollar.
Sterling surges against dollar,
and my loss is totally offset.
Look, just tell Eric, all right?
You're not thinking properly.
The street's looking for 250k.
You don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.
So why don't you stick
to whatever it is
that you're good at,
and I'll just-- I'll be fine.
If you wanna fucking talk
about last night, talk about it.
Otherwise,
let's just put a pin in it.
Dude... (SCOFFS) Please.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
RISHI: I'm moving all kinds
of size today. I am the flow.
GREG: Yeah, he who talks about
his conquests exaggerates them.
CLEMENT COWAN:
This is the first time
I've been on the floor
for the data
since the evangelists
invaded Iraq.
Normally have a lunch.
Yours is incredibly antisocial.
Things slowing down then?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Published on the whispers
about a new bubble in tech,
interest for Kaspar.
Rishi!
Happy to call Usman to run him
through the note.
CLEMENT:
Won't be necessary.
Kaspar tells me he's already
opened a dialogue with Robert.
Maybe we could do
dual coverage--
CLEMENT:
Let's not overdo it, Augustus.
Or I could just back Robert up?
Can't imagine you want
to be subordinate to him?
-(TELEPHONES RINGING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
THEO TUCK: If you have
any questions about it,
-just let me know.
-OFFICE WORKER: Yeah, sure.
-THEO: Cheers mate, thanks.
-Can I have the note?
What is it?
Why are you ignoring me?
Grow up. I have a girlfriend.
(OFFICE CHATTER CONTINUES)
I had interviews
at Morgan Stanley,
Nomura, Barclays,
and I can count on one hand
the amount of times
I was interviewed by a woman,
until I got to Pierpoint.
It was really important
for me to see
people like me in positions
of responsibility--
I was just curious, why are
there no women on the board?
Uh, we've actually just hired
our first female president.
That's more like a figurehead.
Like, what's it really like
being a woman
in this environment?
Not dissimilar to being a man.
(CHUCKLES)
You know, there's always banter.
"Banter" sounds like
a euphemism.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, you have to have
a sense of humor.
And men have been
hiding behind theirs for years.
Well, you can either stand
on the sidelines and comment,
or you could join us
and try and affect change.
I think Yasmin is very capable
of navigating
these things herself.
But ultimately--
Ultimately, you come here
because it's one
of the few workplaces
where nobody cares
where you're from.
There are many potential
role models here,
and you could be one of them.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
DUNCAN: I'll have four sugars.
Bit of a bastard
behind the eyes. Hungover.
You haven't covered that risk.
Your P&L on that trade
is minus 50 thousand.
You're not authorized.
I have to level with you. Um,
I'm still working on the client.
-So you lied to me?
-No, you misunderstood.
I'm just softening them up
a bit.
Um, it's their error.
I just need a little more time.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
I'm not gonna be held
responsible
for your lack of responsibility.
I'm empowered to report this.
It's literally my job.
-I just need until 1:30 p.m.
-That would be gross negligence.
-Well, is it illegal?
-No.
-Is it unethical?
-That's muddier.
Well, so we've established
that it's not
black and white then--
That's not the point.
Look, this is on me.
You can be ignorant.
-Our conversations--
-DUNCAN: They happened.
I don't care about
the electronic trail
or the audio trail either.
It's the principle.
Let's be pragmatic.
Having me in your debt
makes sense.
I could help you with a move
to front office,
I could get you facetime
with an MD,
help you with a lateral move,
whatever you need.
You wanna get me a job?
Do you even know how long
I've worked here?
You're the one facing
disciplinary,
but if you wanna
keep insulting me,
I'm happy to stay here
for a bit longer.
No?
-Just fucking help me!
-Don't...
do that. This is a workplace.
We're colleagues.
I'm-- I'm not getting emotional.
I'm barely four months
into my career.
I-- I'm just asking,
colleague to colleague.
Please, Duncan.
1:30 is the absolute limit.
After that, it becomes
our managers' problems.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Are we cunts?
You know what I mean,
you know, like...
were we that cunty
when we did these?
Surely you knew we entered
a career that connoted,
you know...
cunty-ness.
Yeah, but I didn't think that
cuntishness was a prerequisite.
(SIGHS) I don't need you
to speak for me.
I wasn't.
Yeah, well, in my experience,
anyone that calls themselves
a "male feminist" is usually
the villain of the piece.
(LAUGHS) Yeah, well,
I never made that claim.
You know, just,
it wasn't all right.
Thanks.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(SOFTLY) We used to play
this game when I was at school.
Sports days, prize-givings,
stuff like that.
We'd rate the dads...
talk about which ones we'd snog.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you think
they're doing that about us?
I reckon I could fuck anyone
I want in here.
Not anyone, Robert.
Oh shite, it's her again.
Lure them in young,
work them to death!
(ALL SCREAM)
PROTESTER: Fucking murderers!
Party of Davos!
MAN: Security!
-(CROWD GASPS)
-(ALL MUTTERING)
WOMAN:
She just went charging in!
(ALARM BLARING)
Don't-- don't move.
We can't miss the flow.
GREG: Save me, Rishi, save me!
-(ERIC LAUGHS)
-Eric, don't make
my job tougher.
We-- We'll continue this
on the move.
The ways people degrade
themselves to get a promotion.
All right, come on.
Harper, no client
is worth being burned alive.
(ALARM CONTINUES)
Get. Come on.
♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(ALARM STOPS)
-Excuse me, sorry.
-WOMAN: Hey!
RISHI:
Mate, glad I'm not running
position into this print.
ERIC: Harpsichord,
anything granular to watch?
Uh... employment rate.
No shit.
Sorry. I'm looking
at wage growth too.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
(BEEPS)
What?
DUNCAN: I've just spoken
to Aubrey at Allerton.
Why did you lie to me?
You're middle office.
You shouldn't be
calling clients.
DUNCAN: You made a mistake.
So what the fuck
do you think you're doing?
Fifteen seconds to the print.
It's gonna be soft.
Then we're clear.
DUNCAN: No, Harper. You can't
trade your way out of this!
That is unacceptable.
It's reckless.
This is where we are now.
-DUNCAN: Harper!
-HARPER: Just wait.
The announcement's
coming in five.
♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
THEO: Big miss on the number.
Plus 120
versus street at plus 250.
-(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)
-DARA: What did I say?
Told you.
DUNCAN: Okay. Pull up
the trade input loss sheet.
-I shouldn't be doing this.
-(MOUSE CLICKING)
It's already done.
DUNCAN: Execute anywhere
within ten grand,
and you might
get away with this.
This move's one-way traffic.
The print is soft.
I'm running it.
DUNCAN: Harper.
Don't fuck around.
Cover that risk now.
Harper!
There's a reason I'm sat here.
Bear with me.
(BEEPS)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(TELEPHONES RINGING)
Ivor's buying dollars.
It's fucking Ivor, man!
Storb now too!
First move's always wrong.
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
RISHI: Fucking hell, Eric,
Ivor is lighting us up, mate.
ERIC: Of course he is.
He trades with me.
DUNCAN: Harper, I am gonna
come over your hoot
and broadcast this
if you do not execute
at this level now.
It'll come back.
(TELEPHONES RINGING)
-DUNCAN: Fucking punch it!
-Fucking wait!
DUNCAN: (THROUGH LOUDSPEAKER)
I'm not messing around!
-All good?
-Absolutely. Of course.
♪ (LOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
DUNCAN: Where are you gonna find
140,000 dollars
before the close?
Harper!
(BEEPS)
RISHI: Harper!
Come collect your winnings.
You won!
-(CHEERING)
-Won what?
Traders payroll sweepstake
at 250 big ones.
DARIA: Lucky bitch.
I entered your prediction
for you. You owe me a pint.
-(TELEPHONES RINGING)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
RISHI: Greg, you've done
something selfless there.
Somebody should make a note, no?
GREG: Yeah, I'll tell my blog.
RISHI: Probably leave it out
as it's so out of character.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hi. Hi. It's Harper.
Can I run something by you
in person-- in person--
it has to be in person, um,
it needs to be pre 4:30,
before the close.
(WATER RUNNING)
♪ (SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
ROBERT: Are you okay?
(CHUCKLES)
I've never had anyone
hate me before.
(YASMIN SIGHS)
I need to have a shower.
(CHUCKLES)
Do you fancy a bevvy
after work?
I have plans with Seb.
You didn't fuck anyone,
did you?
-(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
-(DOOR OPENS)
So there are gonna be
some very, very happy MDs
and some pretty miserable ones.
I think a ton of people got
whiplashed on this NFP print.
Do you think the payroll data
considers Instagram models?
(RISHI LAUGHS)
Fuck! I've got another
engagement drinks tonight.
Hopefully if I go, they won't
invite me to the wedding.
Yes, there are few things
more common than a wedding.
Like what?
Richard Branson. Skiing
in France. Airline pajamas.
(GREG LAUGHS)
What's wrong with marriage?
Please tell me you're wiser
than that.
Well, it's legal now.
So it's an option.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(TELEPHONES RINGING)
You must be thinking about doing
the honorable thing soon, Theo?
Yeah, yeah.
I mean, there's no rush. But...
I love her,
so I guess it's inevitable.
You're far too young.
Went to Jaspar Conran's wedding.
-Suffice to say it was a party.
-Did you actually go, though?
Or is that just another part
of your life you're lying about?
DARA: No time
like the present. Yeah.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
You ever speak to me
like that again,
I'll put you
in the fucking ground.
GUS SACKEY: Sorry.
-(TELEPHONE RINGS)
-RISHI: Rishi, Pierpoint...
(WATER RUNNING)
-(BICYCLE BELLS CHIMING)
-(DRIVERS YELLING)
(INDISTINCT CLAMOR)
MAN: (SHOUTING)
Look both ways, you twat!
COBWEB: Hail.
-MOTH: Hail.
-MUSTARDSEED: Hail.
BOTTOM:
I cry your worships' mercy.
I shall desire you
of more acquaintance,
good Master Cobweb.
If I cut my finger,
I shall make bold with you.
Your name, honest gentleman?
PEASEBLOSSOM: Peaseblossom.
BOTTOM: I pray you, commend me
to Mistress Squash, your mother,
and Master Peascod, your father.
MAN: (GRUMBLING) Come on.
I shall desire you
of more acquaintance too,
Good Master Peaseblossom.
Your name, I beseech you, sir?
-MUSTARDSEED: Mustardseed.
-Which one's your niece?
BOTTOM: Good Master Mustardseed,
I know your patience well.
That same cowardly,
giant-like...
Thanks for taking the time
to see me.
BOTTOM:
I promise your kindred...
Every child on that stage
is doomed.
I wish my sister wasn't too
proud to take my money and...
drag her out of this shithole.
It seems fine.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, it's fine.
Did me all right, didn't it?
But then I'm not everybody,
am I?
(CLEARS THROAT, CHUCKLES)
Some Labour MP sent his kids
here for "credibility,"
ended up hanging himself
with an orange in his mouth.
Or was that Michael Hutchence?
ROBIN: ...that, when he waked,
of force she must be eyed.
I have a really...
commercial idea I needed
to put in front of you
-pre the close--
-Shh.
ROBIN: ...but not this the man.
The NFP turnaround
is pure positioning.
We have a really competitive
short dollar yen option.
I've priced it
especially for you.
The rate is locked,
but you'll need
to execute pre-close.
HERMIA:
...being o'er shoes in blood...
-plunge in the deep...
-(CAMERA CLICKS)
-...and kill me too.
-(CHUCKLES)
HERMIA: The sun was not
so true unto the day...
I once had a Lehman saleswoman
follow me into the toilet
and try and flog me some MBS.
HERMIA: I'll believe as soon
this whole Earth may be bored...
So it's a vanilla currency
option that will lose me money.
So either you think I'm stupid,
or you're stupid.
And I know you're not stupid.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
The only real currency
you ever have
as a salesperson is honesty.
HERMIA: ...a murderer look,
so dead, so grim.
So are you going to tell me
why you're really here?
DEMETRIUS: ...and so should I,
pierced through the heart
-with your stern cruelty.
-I made a mistake.
DEMETRIUS:
Yet you, the murderer...
I misbooked something,
and made it worse.
-Have you told your boss?
-No.
Well, tell your boss.
It's the only option.
MAN: (WHISPERING)
Shut the fuck up!
HERMIA:
What's this to my Lysander?
Where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius...
I thought...
with your normal
receptiveness to my thinking...
DEMETRIUS: I had rather
give his carcass to my hounds.
What are you doing here, Harper?
HERMIA: ...drivest me past
the bounds of maiden's...
Clear your head, take a second,
come clean.
HERMIA: Henceforth be never...
Whatever the consequences,
you'll feel relief.
HERMIA: Oh, once tell true,
tell true even for my sake.
And I'm willing to forget
about this little intrusion.
HERMIA: ...looked upon him
being awake...
Don't ever put a price
on your dignity.
HERMIA: ...thou killed him
sleeping? O brave touch.
Could not a worm, an adder,
do so much?
(CHAIR SCRAPES)
TITANIA: Lead him to my bower.
The moon methinks
looks with a watery eye,
and when she weeps,
weeps every little flower.
(DOOR OPENS)
COLETTE: You always put
so much pressure on yourself.
You know how you get.
(SOBS) Mom,
you don't understand.
No matter what I do now,
they're going to fire me.
-Uh... I don't know about that.
-(SOBS)
I'm so fucking stupid.
I don't know why I thought
I could do this.
-COLETTE: Harper?
-(SOBS)
COLETTE: Harper!
(SOBBING LOUDLY)
COLETTE: I really don't know
what you want me to say.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Uh, tell you what,
can I get another?
Seb, this is Robert,
he's a colleague.
I've heard a lot about you.
You all right?
Hey, man. (CHUCKLES)
I didn't think
-Yas spoke about me at work.
-ROBERT: Oh, she does.
SEB OLDROYD: Sit down, man.
Ah, no, it's all right,
don't worry.
You got, um--
You got some shit in your hair.
Oh yeah, um...
(CHUCKLES) It's just paint.
Yeah, no, I didn't mean
you had actual, like...
you know,
actual feces in your hair.
(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
Do you want, uh--
do you want a pint?
Um... No, I'm all right.
Actually, um, I can get my own.
-Uh, nice one.
-SEB: I'll get myself one.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I hooked up with
one of the students.
-When?
-Just now.
What happened?
He went down on me.
And when I came
in his mouth...
hard...
he looked up at me
and he said...
"You taste like a hangover."
That is the least
convincing thing
I've ever heard in my life.
Hmm.
I'm gonna take these off
and slip them into your pocket.
You're going to put them on
your face and send me a photo.
Because that's all
you're good for.
Okay?
(YASMIN CLEARS THROAT)
♪ ("TOY" BY YOUNG FATHERS
PLAYING) ♪
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
What the fuck.
♪ I got s-s-stammers
And no manners... ♪
ROBERT: All right?
♪ Oceanic cinematic ♪
♪ I reach out
For something bigger than free ♪
♪ You lick it and you stick it ♪
♪ And it's kinda like the taste
Of everything ♪
ROBERT: Isn't that your
best mate from the prospectus?
♪ Emaciated, kinda wasted
Can't remember... ♪
(LAUGHS)
-GUS: I've never met her.
-(BOTH LAUGH)
♪ Somewhere in Tucson ♪
♪ I watched for one or two songs
Then I left ♪
YASMIN: Enjoy your evening.
♪ I give two cents
And a dollar ♪
♪ For all the paranoia
I forget ♪
♪ Well boredom is a killer ♪
♪ For me the sealer dealer
Now you're dead ♪
♪ You paid your debt ♪
♪ You're playing dead ♪
-(ELEVATOR DINGS)
-AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening.
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Doors closing.
(INDISTINCT OFFICE CHATTER)
WOMAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'll meet you straight after.
Can we talk...
somewhere private?
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
You've been so fair to me.
And the opportunities
that you've given me--
If I wanted a story,
I'd read Moby Dick. What's up?
I misbooked a trade.
How much?
Hundred and forty
thousand dollars.
I called your college today.
We needed a hard copy of
your credentials for the visa.
So I called them.
You realize this makes you
the most under-qualified
person I've ever hired?
When I was a summer analyst
at Salomon,
my boss...
looked like Newman
from Seinfeld.
But... like Newman
if he was a linebacker.
He once said to me...
"I used to think
if there was such a thing
as reincarnation,
I wanted to come back
as the president or pope...
or a .400 baseball hitter.
But now... I want to come back
as the bond market.
Because it intimidates
everybody."
People like us....
born at the bottom.
Where would you put
our percentage chance
of ever making
that top quintile?
It's about three percent.
That's intimidating.
We intimidate people here.
Why is that?
Because hunger
is not a birthright.
Your qualifications don't have
to be a problem for you.
Because they don't have
to be problem for me.
You understand what I'm saying?
What was the final P&L?
Two hundred k.
No, no. It was a 140k loss.
Profit, 200k profit.
I executed for you pre-close.
-Nicole at Mallon Mercer.
-(GASPS)
It's a hell of a spread she ate.
What did you do?
I went to watch her niece
perform Shakespeare.
♪ (UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(CHUCKLES)
You-- (CHUCKLES) You just coined
jargon for good client service.
(LAUGHS)
I would have never known.
(SNIFFS)
But there are generally
two times to tell me
when you've fucked up.
The moment it's fucked,
or the moment it's un-fucked.
Clear?
Clear.
That was the thing with Newman.
He knew from day one
he could trust me.
So I trusted him.
He wasn't big
on compliments, but...
I heard him compliment me once.
What did he say?
"That little chink's
a born salesman."
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
♪ ("BRICK SELL PHONE"
BY 100S PLAYING) ♪
♪ Tell a bitch
To ride the dick ♪
♪ Like I ride the beat
Like I ride the beat ♪
♪ In the suites
Looking over the streets ♪
♪ And all that ♪
♪ And when I leave
For the summer and winter ♪
♪ She fall back ♪
♪ Can't have no creases
Up in the shit ♪
♪ That's coming off the head ♪
♪ So I told her wrap my shit up
Before we go to bed ♪
♪ Hungry ass bitch told me
Take her out to dinner ♪
♪ Knowing damn well ♪
♪ She'd order half the shit
That's on the menu ♪
♪ Reverse game
Hit her with a cold line ♪
♪ Told her
I don't want her pussy ♪
♪ Yeah that really
Fucked her mind ♪
♪ Learned that from a cold mack
How to make them come back ♪
♪ How to make her run back
Hanging off your sack ♪
♪ How to make a bitch
Take a bullet ♪
♪ Like the secret service ♪
♪ While you sit back
And watch the Kentucky Derby ♪
♪ How a nigga sound so clean ♪
♪ And never talk about a chopper
Or a key, motherfucker? ♪
♪ How a nigga sound so clean
When he pull out his piece ♪
♪ And fuck the mouths
Of the beasts like that? ♪