So, there are these two young fish swimming along.
They meet this older fish coming the other way.
"Morning, boys," the older fish says.
"Water'’s cold today, isn'’t it?"
And then he swims off.
[air whooshing]
The two younger fish watch the older fish swim off
and then they turn to each other,
completely baffled, and they go:
"What the fuck is water?"
- [heavy thud] - [people screaming]
David Foster Wallace told this story once.
See, our water is called finance,
you can'’t see it, you can'’t smell it,
and to most people it'’s imperceptible.
But we... We are the fish in the know.
And that gives us a great advantage.
And a great responsibility.
Yes, it does. Don'’t ever forget that.
But if we'’re the fish in the know,
then Massimo, he'’s the one who swims up behind you...
and you don'’t even see him coming. He'’s the shark.
You see, not one of us fish thought to short Greece.
Not one, except Massimo Ruggero.
[shouting, clamoring]
- Keep shorting it. - Ten million at 118.
- No. - Another ten at 116.
- We got 55 12. - Not yet, Paul.
- We'’re in for 900 million. - Okay, listen everyone.
- For now, we keep shorting it.- Sorry, Ben, it'’s a no-go.
- It'’s down six points, but it'’s hitting bottom. - Not yet, it isn'’t.
- Cover. - All right, start to cover.
- Hey! - Cover it! Start covering.
[phones ringing, all talking]
- [all cheering] -PAUL: I don'’t fuckin'’ believe it.
A few seconds ago, we were 900 million out.
Now we'’re in the fucking clear.
- Now we'’re in profit. - Badass.
- Very good, guys. Very good. - Very badass.
At the close, Massimo generatedprofits for this bank
in excess of 250 million dollars.
To Massimo Ruggero, the fastestand deadliest shark in the sea,
and thank God he'’s our shark!
[applause]
- [woman shrieks] - MAN: Help!
MASSIMO: They say the devil'’s greatest trick...
is making us think he doesn'’t exist.
But he'’s real.
As real as the water fish swim in.
As real as the finance flowing through this bank.
I'’ve drunk his wine, laughed at his jokes.
I have looked into his eyes
and seen the terrifying blackness of my own soul...
reflected in his.
Let'’s get to work! Let'’s not lose money!
MASSIMO: By September the 15th, 2008,
Lehman Brothers had become a real-estate hedge fund
disguised as America'’s fourth-largest bank.
They held over 600 trillion dollars in assets,
and when they filed for bankruptcy,
the other banks became insolvent overnight.
They were not allowed to fail, of course.
Instead, business for NYL and the other big banks
was soon better than ever.
[no audible dialogue]
PAUL: Ready, Maestro?
Oh, you go ahead, I'’ll be along in a minute.
You'’re coming,aren'’t you?
Even sharks gotta kick back once in a while.
I'’m coming, guys! I promise!
MASSIMO: I promise, I promise.
Yeah, I wanna get a DB9.
Good night.
- No, Charlie'’s coming... - No, no!
You wanker!
[knocks on glass]
How about a drink?
John'’s memorialservice is Monday.
I should get home to Nina.
Can I have a word?
Yes.
You know how proud I am of you.
How hard you work, how much you sacrifice.
You deserve your success.
No one deservesthis kind of success.
You really don'’t careabout the money, do you?
I think a part of youactually hates it.
If this is about the promotion...
I'’m supporting you.
And I have everyexpectation you'’ll get it.
But there is a problem.
- Edward Stuart. - Ed doesn'’t like you.
He says he'’s not gonna reportto you if you'’re Vice CEO.
Yes, because I didn'’t grow up drinking tea and playing cricket.
Yeah, he may be somewhat of a racist, but he'’s qualified.
And he has supporterson the board.
You'’re asking if I'll report to Ed if he gets Vice CEO instead of me?
Other banks would snapyou up in a minute.
I don'’t want to lose you.
I'’m loyal, Dominic. You know that.
But you haven'’tanswered the question.
Massimo. How'’d you know to short Greece?
- [shouting, explosions] - And don'’t tell me you read the reports,
because everybody else read them, too.
[shouting]
Instinct.
- [shouting] - [sirens wailing]
- [explosions] - [phone beeping]
REPORTER ON TV: These pictures are live,
and the teargas clouds are just coming up to the balcony
- where we have our positions.- [TV continues, indistinct]
- What'’s your name? - Don'’t have one.
- Where did Paul go? - He'’s out there.
Will he ever grow out of
chatting up every pretty thing?
Nope,don'’t think he will.
His Martini'’s gonna get warm.
- Then I'’ll drink it for him.- Ah, Massimo!
So...
to the best team on thisor any other trading floor.
- To you, guys. - KALIM: Cin cin.
ELEANOR: Prost.
Yeah! Someone'’s not celebrating.
- Win some, lose some. - In their case...
Lose some, lose some.
Speaking of which,
once you'’re named Vice CEO, Massimo...
Which one of you becomesHead of Trading?
Since Paul'’s not hereat the moment, I saywe take him out the running.
- Seems fair enough. - I'’ll let all three of you know...
when and if I get the job.
Oh, come on, Massimo. We all know you'’re gonna get the job.
You'’ve earned it, Massimo.
If you don'’t, there is no justice in the world.
Or at least at NYL.
Almost forgot it. For you.
Who gave you this?
It was on the table when we got here.
[Kalim chuckling]
Ooh.
- Was it Paul? - I don'’t know.
- Yeah, come on. - Seriously.
Okay. See you in a minute.
Massimo Ruggero? Are you Massimo Ruggero?
- Do I know you?- Sofia Flores, I'’m a reporter.
- I don'’t recognize the name, sorry. - I'’m a blogger, actually.
- Oh, a blogger. - Yes. It'’s okay.
But one interview with you and I'’d finally get published.
- Why me? - Because you know what it'’s like to be a foreigner
trying to make it in the Anglo-Saxon world.
- Yes, I know. - I mean... So?
Are you Spanish?
Uh, mnh-mnh.I'’m from Argentina.
- I wish you well, Miss Flores.- No!
I'’m sorry!
[hip-hop beat plays]
[soft sobs]
Carrie! No, no! Wait, wait!
Carrie! No, please! Wait, Carrie!
PAUL: "What the fuck is water?"
- I don'’t get it. - "What the fuck is water?" They don'’t know they're fish.
- They don'’t even know what water is. - Paul, we gotta go.
- Now? I was just about toorder another round of drinks.- Carrie was here.
- Sorry. - I'’ll be right back, all right?
- Massimo, what'’s going on? - Come on.
Carrie as a hooker, giving lap dances?
- I mean... are you sure? - Yes, I'’m sure.
If she really is back,
getting you as a client is kind of a coincidence.
It'’s no coincidence.
Someone went toa lot of troubleto make sure I saw her.
"Bank Exec'’s Wife's an Escort?"
I'’m not sure the board will enjoy reading that headline in The Sunday Times.
Ed Stuart.
If you don'’t get that job, Ed Stuart does.
- It had to be him. - Look through his portfolio.
- What are we looking for?- I don'’t know, but be careful.
- RADIO DJ: Good morning! -[Radio DJ'’s overlapping]
- [phone line ringing]- WADE ON PHONE: Professor Wade.
MASSIMO: I thought you'’d be up.
Hazard of old age.
Can'’t sleep more than four or five hours at a time.
Think of all the extra work you'’ll get done.
I should bloody well retire to an island someplace.
- So should you. -Yeah, one day.
Meantime, I need a favor.
Oh! I like it when you ask for favors!
- Do tell. - Do you have any bright young students eager to impress?
I need some forensic work.
You'’ve got a whole forensics department on the 23rd floor.
This has to be done off the books.
I think I might find someone.
Massimo? Is everything all right?
No.
No, it'’s not.
[line disconnects]
Bloody hell, Massimo.
- Hey. - What are you doing here?
- Looking for my wife. - Come in.
How you been?
Have you seen her?
Not for a couple of years.
Last I heard, she was in the States.
- Coffee? - No, thank you.
[woman laughing]
I remember whenshe painted this.
It'’s my favorite. God, she was talented.
Yeah, but Carrie was always two people, wasn'’t she?
Dark and light.
[woman grunting, growling]
- Hello. - Hello!
CARRIE: From now on, I will take care of you.
[Carrie giggles]
We had some good times together.
We certainly did.
- I saw her in London, last night. - Yeah?
Working as a call girl.
Shit.
Things gotten that bad?
I'’ve got to find her.
She'’s in more trouble than she knows.
Whatever Carrie'’s gotten into,
it'’s not your jobto look after her anymore.
Someone'’s trying to destroy me...
and they mean to use her to do it.
Will you help?
I'’ll phone roundher old friends,
see what I can find out.
Thanks.
- [pencils scratching] - [clock ticking]
- There'’s still an hour to go. - I don'’t need it. All done.
Then I advise you to take the free time to look through your answers.
No, they'’re right.
Sorry, thanks.
MAN: You finished awfully fast.
If you don'’t first it, you get your money back. Pay up.
WADE: Is that the going rate
- for sitting another student'’s exam? - Sir...
- I needed the money. - And when you get thrown out of university,
you'’ll still need the money,
only you'’ll not have any prospect of earning any.
Am I being thrown out?
You'’re already on thin ice after you hacked the LSE database,
released thousands of research papers...
- Students shouldn'’t pay for their own educational... - The point being...
This is not your first offense, Mr. Harris.
Perhaps you should have been expelled.
You'’re smart, Oliver.
You'’re one of the brightest I'’ve taught,
and I have taught a few.
Don'’t give some privileged rich kid
the satisfaction of getting a first
on the back of your hard work.
- Do you have any classes this afternoon? - Nothing I can'’t miss.
Good, I have a job for you.
[dialing phone]
- [phone ringing] - MASSIMO: What have you got?
We may have found a way to strike back against Stuart,
- but we have to move quickly. - What is it?
Davenport BioTech wants to move into the Mideast.
Ed'’s in the midst ofa huge refinancing deal.
ELEANOR: If the deal goes through,
it'’s worth 50 million in commission.
If it doesn'’t, the bank willhave to make up the shortfall.
Fifty million would be a lot of blood on Ed'’s nose.
Davenport'’s balance sheet is rock solid.
Why refinance and dilute that stock?
I mean, that we don'’t know.
KALIM: Whatever the reason,we'’re exposed on this thing.
And the Davenport deal closes Tuesday.
It'’s the same day the new Vice CEO is announced.
Even if Ed wasn'’t behind it, he'’s your only competition.
Weaken his hand, strengthen yours.
If Dominic found out, he'’d make sure you'’d never work in the City again.
- You'’re our boss, not Dominic.- We'’ve got your back, Max.
What do you want us to do?
Okay, short Davenport,
but with outside brokers.
No one can know this came from us.
And, guys...
thank you.
[line disconnects]
WOMAN: 21st-century human health challenges
demand 21st-century meta-human solutions.
That'’s why we at Davenport have developed
proprietary, bionic and nano technology.
[over speakers] "See things as they are."
Davenport BioTech, defining the future.
Well, I think you can see why we'’re all so excited
about this investment opportunity.
We live in a world where perception is everything.
We at Davenport believe
that not only should you have the appearance of being the best,
you should bethe best.
[phone chimes]
- Is there a problem? - You tell me, John.
I thought we were always straight with each other.
Am I meant to guess what the hell you'’re talking about?
- Someone started shorting your stock an hour ago. - What?
It'’s when an investor borrows shares
and immediately sells them, in order to buy them back
at a later date at a lower price
- and pocket the difference. - Yes, I know what stock shorting is.
What the hell'’s going on?
Well, evidently they believe your stock price will fall,
and if it does, they stand to make a lot of money.
Now, you'’ve seen our books.
- The company'’s solid. - All right.
I'’ll look into it. But there'd better not be any surprises.
We both have a lot riding on this,
and the market doesn'’t like surprises.
The only surprise isthat you would dare think
that I would deceivemy investors.
Now, I have paid your bank a lot of money,
and I expect results.
[phone dialing]
[phone beeping]
Kate? I'’m just going to get some coffee.
The lift is going down, Ed.
- Are you all right? - I'’m fine.
You seem a little stressed.
I neither need nor want your concern.
[speaking Italian]
Am I supposed to know what that means?
An Italian judge said it after the mafia threatened him.
This isn'’t Italy,Mr. Ruggero,
and bankingisn'’t organized crime.
At least it didn'’tused to be, until peoplelike you showed up.
-People like me? -Do you have any idea
how many generations my familyhave been in banking?
My great-grandfatherwas governor ofthe Bank of England.
For us, this line ofwork has always been
about safeguardingpeople'’s savings,
not risking them in somesort of gambling hall.
Banking used to bea noble profession,
but unfortunately,these days it seemsto stoop ever lower.
I was born low.
The only way I could ever go was up.
[elevator dings]
Unfortunately, in your case, the only way is down.
Hi.
Am I being ambushed, Miss Flores?
Maybe.
I really need that interview, Mr. Ruggero.
It'’s Massimo. And I read your blog, you'’re a good writer.
- Thank you. - But it'’s still not a good time, sorry.
I thought you of all people would help a poor girl from Argentina.
- Why me? - Because you'’re a poor boy from a fishing village.
I don'’t know how you foundthat out, Miss Flores.
You mean because you'’ve had your personal history
scrubbed from the Internet?
I have my ways.
- I'’d like to hear more about them. - Cool.
How about we talk over dinner?
You'’re nothingif not persistent.
Right, 11:00 at my place.
Thank you, what can I bring?
- Just yourself. - Okay.
- See you then. - See you.
Oh, don'’t worry.
It'’s Oliver, it'’s nice to meet you.
[chuckles]
- What can I get you? - Espresso, single.
- A cup of tea. - Milk and sugar?
No milk, four sugars.
My girl won'’t let me have any at home, so...
- Maybe you should listen to her. - That'’s what she says.
- So, you, um, left your phone at the office? - Yes.
- Were you able to get into Davenport'’s? - Yeah.
He and Stuart are meeting a reporter from The Financial Times.
- Fred Warwick? - Yeah, Monday for lunch,
at a place called the Coq d'’Or.
Okay, I need to hearwhat they are saying.Can you do that?
Yeah, I can use his phone as a voice recorder, if I'’m sitting in Bluetooth range.
Okay.
D'’you mind if I ask
why you'’re spying on one of your own colleagues?
I mean, Mr. Stuart does work for your bank, doesn'’t he?
Thank you.
What about Carrie?
She entered the country six weeks ago on a British passport.
Did she give an address?
Yours.
But she must be living on cash, completely off the books.
Her mobile phone, a throwaway.
I'’m sorry, I've got nothing.
Okay.
Keep looking.
Uh, Mr. Ruggero.
Thank youfor this opportunity.
It'’s Massimo.
- What about your coffee? - You drink it.
TV REPORTER: In Athens, a day of strikes and protests
- across Greece evolved into deadly riots. -[doorbell rings]
Tens of thousands of people have taken to the streets.
Hey! Uh... am I too early?
- It'’s perfect. Come in. - Cool, thanks.
- I'’ll take your coat. - Please, thanks.
- Wow, this is amazing. - Thank you.
- Glass of wine? - Oh, I love wine.
- White is okay? - Perfect.
TV REPORTER: We'’re live on the ground as the story changes...
SOFIA: Oh, your ex-wife,she'’s beautiful!
You seem to know an awful lot about me, Miss Flores.
Sofia.
Tens of thousands of protestors are out in the streets,
clashing with police, who responded with tear gas.
Tear gas, Molotov cocktails...
Mmm. Whatever you'’re cooking, it smells delicious.
Yeah, wellthe secret is the fish.
Oh, thank you.
How fresh it is, where it is caught.
As we do in Cetara.
- Cool. - But then, you already knew that about me.
How?
[giggles]
Well, once something'’s exposed on the internet,
- it can never be really covered up. - Yeah.
Well, yes, but not if you know what you'’re looking for.
[glasses clink]
- [explosions] - [shouting]
So, what'’s this interview about?
What'’s all over the news:financial crisis in Greece.
- What about it? - Well, is Greece the problem,
or is the problemabout to become all of Europe?
- Good question, Ms. Flores. - I told you.
- Sofia. - Sofia, okay.
But I just trade in the markets, I don'’t predict them.
Some say the best wayto predict the markets...is to cause them.
So you think my bank is causing Greece to fail?
I think maybe someone is.
But I don'’t know,I'’m asking you.
You want an honest answer?
- I have to give it some thought. - Sure, of course.
Maybe we could havedinner again...
I think one interview is enough.
[soft scoff]
[remote control beeps]
- Glass of wine? - Oh, I love wine.
- White is okay? - Perfect.
Oh, your ex-wife, she'’s beautiful!
MAN ON TELEVISION: From the Associated Press
the former governor of Arkansas
has announced that he will be dropping out of the race.
WOMAN ON TELEVISION: I'’m reporting live...
You said one day we would have a place like this.
And you said itwouldn'’t make us happy.
Looks like we were both right.
[television commentary continues indistinctly]
WOMAN ON TELEVISION: ...Greece, Ireland, and Portugal bailouts...
WOMAN ON TELEVISION 2: ...who are trying to storm
up the steps of the Parliament building,
and that was the first time
that we saw the riot police push back with tear gas,
and for the next couple of ours it was...
[indistinct television commentary continues]
WOMAN ON TELEVISION: ...throwing sticks, stones, bottles at police,
and the police responding with tear gas.
[distant sirens wail]
[Sofia] Oh, your ex-wife, she'’s beautiful!
[Massimo] You seem to know an awful lot about me, Ms. Flores.
[cell phone rings]
- Kalim. - What'’s up?
I don'’t want security involved.
When you get in,
check our system. We may have been hacked.
[thunder rumbles]
John lost his life in a firefight
outside Basra nearly three years ago.
No words can describe the grief a parent feels
for the loss of a son.
I speak for my wife Nina and myself
when I say John'’s loss...
leaves a hole in our hearts we can never fill.
But we are left with extreme pride--
pride that a young man chose sacrifice over self-interest,
a young man born of privilege
would forsake that to serve his country.
I can'’t bear it anymore.Can you take me home?
If you would indulge me, I would like to...
share some memories of our remarkable son.
For himto talk about sacrifice.
It was Dominicthat John ran away from.
Dominic didn'’t want John to join the army, Nina.
But he didn'’t try very bloodyhard to stop him, did he?
He wanted him to come backbegging for a job at the bank.
But John would rather diethan give him the satisfaction.
And he did.
I was with him when he got the news.
Of course you were.You always are.
It destroyed him.
And yet I'’ve neverseen him shed a tear.
[soft scoff]
Being near Dominic,it costs people.
You should know thatbetter than anyone.
MAN: Ready! Aim! Fire!
Aim!
Fire!
[indistinct conversation]
[door opens]
- Hey. - Hey.
Thanks forbringing Nina home.
- Don'’t worry. - She relies on you, you know? We both do.
I'’m so sorry for your loss.
You'’ve been a great comfort to me.
Which is why this business with Ed Stuart is just so damn upsetting.
Hmm.
- I saw the two of you talking.- He'’s paranoid.
He thinks you'’re somehow plotting against him.
- Yeah. Why would I need to?- Which is exactly what I said.
By the way, have you heard from Carrie lately?
No.
- Why do you ask? - Oh, no reason.
Occasions like this have a way of bringing back ghosts.
Yes.
I hope you'’ll forgive me,but I can'’t stay for lunch.
Of course.
Hey.
Is that your only suit?
Uh, yeah, I had to-- had to borrow this one from a friend.
I guess it'’ll have to do.
So, um, I booked under the name Smith a table right next to theirs.
Good.
Is that-- is that-- is that all for lunch?
You want good press?
Take the reporterto an expensive restaurant.
See you later.
- Mr. Smith, table for one. - Please follow me.
Yes, of course...
Excuse me, I reserved a table back there.
I'’m afraid those tables are taken. This is all we have.
Sorry.
An aperitif?
- A drink, sir? - Yeah, a Coke, please. Thanks.
[no audible dialogue]
Your Coke, sir.
[cell phone beeping]
[no audible dialogue]
- Well? - Cost 60 quid, but...
That was the best hamburgerI'’ve had in my entire life.
I meant what they were saying.
Oh, no, the bastardsat me by the toilet.
It was too far awayto get anything.
- You got nothing? - I didn'’t say that.
It wasn'’t obvious, but I sawsomething about Davenport.
He trembles.Ever so slightly,like his foot, his hand.
So I checked his diary.
Three times in the lastsix months
he'’s been to seea Dr. Nicholas Meyeron Harley Street.
- A neurologist? - Exactly.
It could be some kind of like...motor neuron disease.
Or it could be nothing.
Were you able to access Meyer'’s medical records?
- No. - No, his records aren'’t computerized.
- What'’s that? - An old friend of my wife'’s.
Greg Bowman. I asked for his help finding her.
And has he?
I need you to make sure.
- Well? - We'’ve asked around.
There'’s not a hint that Davenport'’s ill.
He just reupped for life insurance two years ago.
He would'’ve had a full medical exam.
If what you guys saying is true,
there is no way to prove it.
We couldleak the news anyway.
- What if he'’s not sick? - Either way,
the news wouldshatter confidencein his stock.
Unless it gets traced back to the same people
running a massive short against him,
then Davenport is fine and we'’re fucked.
It'’s a rumor. No legitimate newspaper would run it.
So what do we do?
So Subterranea is not the onlyother organization out there,
alongside Assange,fighting for the truth.
For sure, I mean, you'’ve got Cryptome,
which was founded all the way back in nineteen ninety, uh...
- '’Ninety-six, I think it was. - '’Ninety-six, exactly.
You'’ve got GlobaLeaks,you'’ve got OpenLeaks...
And you know, mostof its collaborators
actually cameout of WikiLeaks
because they werefrustrated with Julian'’s...
Assange'’s.
And one ofits key strategists,
a brilliant programmercalled The Architect.
I just want to point outif he'’s listening inon this now,
I would love to meet.
- [cell phone rings] - Hello?
- It'’s Massimo. - Hi!
- I need to see you. - What, now?
- Yes, now. - Sure. Where?
- At my place. - I can be there in 20 minutes.
Good.
Anger and violence erupting on the streets of Athens
in protests over Greece'’s measures that are aimed at battling...
Is something wrong?
You'’re not a blogger.
You'’re workingfor an anarchist group
calling itselfSubterranea.
[soft chuckle]
- How do you know that? - Like you said...
When something'’s on the Internet, it can never really be hidden.
Lying is not a crime,or you and your friends
would have been in prisona long time ago.
A lie might not be a crime, but planting one of these is.
The cops would release mein five minutes.
- Would they? - Yes.
- Your group is on a list at Interpol. - Well, I'’m not.
MAN ON TELEVISION: After they set fire to a bank in the center of Athens,
three people burnt to death.
Where are you going?
What is it you want,Massimo?
Subterranea trades in information.
I want you to make sure some information goes viral.
- What kind of information? - About a client.
John Davenport.
- Good morning, Mr. Stuart. - Good morning.
[soft chuckle]
[cell phone rings]
Hi, Mark! Did you see the piece?
What do you mean, pull your investment? No, no, no, no, no!
You came to me
begging me for as much stock as you could get.
That'’s bullshit, Mark!
If Davenport were ill, I'’d know about it.
- Is Ed looking this way? - Sure is.
- Davenport'’s hitting rock bottom. - Poor bastard.
Don'’t danceon his grave just yet.
Davenport'’s calleda news conferencefor one o'’clock.
- What'’s he going to say? - I don'’t know.
[cell phone buzzes]
Yes?
I'’m texting you an address.
You'’d better get over here now.
- What is it? - It'’s your wife.
I found her.
How long have you knownshe was hiding here?
Having me followed, is that it?
Why didn'’t you tell me?
Because she didn'’t want to see you.
- She still doesn'’t. - Fuck you.
Leave her alone!
Carrie! Carrie, it'’s me!
[indistinct cries]
She wasn'’t like this a couple of minutes ago.
- WOMAN: What'’s she taken? - I found her like this.
- Is she on any medication? - I-I don'’t know what she'’s on now.
She used to takelithium and Clozaril.
Wait here, Mr. Ruggero, we'’ll do all we can.
Um, well, first of all, thank you very much for coming.
I shall be-- I'’ll be making a short statement.
There have been reports in the press recently,
um, concerning my health.
And I'’m sorry to say that they are true.
I was diagnosed with Huntington'’s disease six months ago.
I saw my illness as a personal issue,
and I only regret that my family
had to find out about my diagnosis this way.
- Goodbye, John Davenport. - And Ed Stuart.
He just cost the bank£50 million.
Good job, Max.
I would ask you to please respect
the privacy of my family.
Massimo? Mr. Morganwould like to see you.
[Davenport] I'’m not going to get into any details now.
There'’ll be an official update, at least by the company.
- I trust you saw the news on Davenport. - I did.
It'’s an embarrassmentto us, and costly.
Ed should have done his homework.
Clearly somebody did.
Hmm.
You should have told me.
About Carrie.
How do you expect meto protect you
if you don'’t tell methe truth?
The board'’s not goingto make you Vice CEO.
Because of Carrie?
Because of a bipolardrug addict who, last I heard,
is stilllegally your wife.
- This is bullshit. - Jesus, Massimo.
Do you have any ideawhat it takes
to be able to sitin this chair?
What few mistakesyou can make?
Did youhonestly imagine
you could makea mistake like her?
It was a set-up!
Someone brought Carrie back here.
- You'’re being paranoid! - I'’m not paranoid!
Who told you about Carrie?
- You said you were loyal! - Was it Ed?
- Are you loyal? - Is he getting the job?
Dammit, are you loyal?
Donna, where is he?
I'’m sorry, Mr. Ruggero. I really don'’t know.
Good afternoon, Donna. Do you know where I might find my husband?
[loud crash]
[onlookers scream]
[no audible dialogue]
[screaming]
No!
[distant sirens wail]
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[Massimo] I hear the devil speaking to me,
whispering in my ear.
He strokes my ego.
[siren wails]
The devil'’s greatest trick...
isn'’t making us think he doesn'’t exist.
It'’s flattering us...
so we don'’t see...
the devil is us.
[indistinct news program chatter]
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