Industry (2020) s04e08 Episode Script

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SEBASTIAN STEFANOWICZ:
The prime minister's run a mile,
I see, which makes sense.
I would too. It's a national disgrace.
And the wolves
have been fed Lisa Dearn,
but who else is gonna hang for it?
It's always the youngest generation
left paying the bill.
SEBASTIAN: Labour spend their time
excoriating the Conservatives,
but their scandals
look and they smell the same.
It's time for a change.
Neither party represents that.
AMOL RAJAN:
Okay, thank you. Miss Bevan.
Change is a very bright and happy word
for what you represent.
May I say something
to the audience, Amol?
- Oh, yes, of course.
- SEBASTIAN: If they're still listening.
Please, Mr. Stefanowicz, thank you.
- Thanks. Gentlemen.
- SEBASTIAN: Shot for shot, sorry.
("GNOSSIENNE NO. 1"
BY ERIK SATIE PLAYING) ♪
JENNIFER BEVAN:
The man sat just beside me,
he wants the lessons of Tender
to be made easy.
Compliance failures,
ministerial naivety,
criminally-minded anomalies.
(CART RATTLING)
(KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING)
JENNIFER:
But Tender is not an anomaly.
It's the hyperreal
and logical end point
for what the market state loves.
We must start acknowledging
capitalism is as extractive
as it is creative.
And we have to stop pretending
that Tender is an alien.
It's a part of us.
The market apparatus
will always find its useful scapegoat.
I am complicit.
I sat in meetings with men
and women so impressed
by their technocratic affect and words
that I swallowed both
as moral neutrality.
I was convinced
I was helping my party.
I was not helping my party.
I was betraying its first principles.
It's become my job
to be seduced, and lobbied,
and falsely loved
so that neoliberalism
can slowly continue
its decades-long project
of gutting the moral architecture
of how we govern.
But I am unbowed.
First, we must make financial amends
to every unwitting member
of the public that placed money
in the very thing
that we sanctified.
And from there,
it will be a time for imagination
and confrontation.
I find that thrilling.
This Labour government needs
to work for you.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(SOFT FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Whitney's gone.
Why didn't you tell me
about the, um
the red-top piece?
My uncle and you
not bringing me in.
That's not a partnership.
I agree.
It isn't.
Then, uh, then help me understand.
(YASMIN KARA-HANANI SIGHS)
(KISSES)
(HENRY MUCK SIGHS)
I don't love you anymore, Henry.
("NO OTHER LOVE"
BY JO STAFFORD PLAYING) ♪
(YASMIN SIGHS)
I don't love you.
Did you ever?
(SOFTLY) Yes.
Yes.
(SOBS)
(SNIFFLES, SIGHS)
I want a divorce.
Okay.
(SNIFFLES)
Okay, you're not thinking, um
You're not thinking rationally.
Look, we're in the eye
of the fucking storm here.
It's not a discussion.
It's what I want, Henry.
We're Catholic for fuck's sake.
You can't
you can't leave me like this.
Oh. (SOBS)
Of course I can.
We We had we had a whole future.
Life and the ki (SNIFFLES)
The kids.
I was blessed with love ♪
Who said I wanted that?
Till the stars burn out
Above you ♪
(HOARSELY)
I love you. I love you. Stop.
Stop. Please.
Shine ♪
No other love ♪
Let no other love ♪
YASMIN: Whatever it is
that you're feeling
Know the wonder ♪
(SNIFFLES) it'll fade.
- Of your spell ♪
- (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
- Ten seconds to open.
- (BURPS)
H, you smell like the club.
- Checks out.
- (GASPS)
I wonder what it's going to feel like.
No need to wonder.
Limit down.
Gapped into oblivion. No bid.
It's a black hole.
What's the PNL?
I d
(UPLIFTING SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
One hundred and ten million.
- Let's fucking go! (LAUGHS)
- SWEETPEA GOLIGHTLY: Oh my God!
- (CHUCKLING) Oh, fuck!
- Are you shitting me?
(KISSES) Oh my fucking God! Oh my God!
Harper, close the fucking position.
- Now, please.
- Yes.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- (SWEETPEA CHUCKLES)
KWABENA BANNERMAN: Oh my God.
I'm getting blood flow.
- Huh?
- (KWABENA LAUGHS)
- SWEETPEA: What?
- KWABENA: (SOFTLY) Shit.
- KENNY KILBANE: (OVER PHONE) Talk to me.
- Good morning, Kenny.
Yes, Stern (SHUSHES)
- KENNY: Hello, who's this?
- SWEETPEA: Sorry.
Good morning, Kenny.
Hi, yeah, Harper Stern, um
We would like to start
covering our Tender short
- in size, please.
- KENNY: Okay.
HARPER STERN: The violence of the move
is gonna make people panic.
Don't spook the tape any more.
Peel some off into the puke.
Prioritize, um, best execution,
not speed.
KENNY: Oh, you got it,
my gorgeous little Cassandra.
Be on chat for updates.
Better order some champagne
- and cigars.
- Yes! (CHEERS, CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLES) Wait, you smoke cigars?
No. I desperately need coffee, though.
Order order whatever you want.
Anything. Everything.
Order everything.
- (KWABENA CHUCKLES)
- Hi, um
- Oh my God.
- Can I order some caviar
- Yes. Uh-huh!
- and some French toast?
- Pringles.
- KWABENA: Yes, please.
- SWEETPEA: And some Casamigos.
- KWABENA: Uh-huh.
Can we actually get some chips?
But not Can we get
the McDonald's chips
and not the really soggy ones,
like the ones that are
Could you possibly go
and get some for us
- and bring them back?
- (SIGHS)
SWEETPEA: And when you bring
them back in, you can actually just put
the caviar on them, please.
Yeah, that would be great.
Thank you so much.
KWABENA: Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Did you order any Dom?
I didn't hear you order any Dom.
SWEETPEA:
I'll do it in the next round
ERIC TAO: (ON VOICEMAIL)
Hey, you've reached Eric Tao.
- Please leave a message.
- (MESSAGE TONE BEEPS)
- (KWABENA GROANS)
- It's done.
- (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
- Call me back, for God's sake.
(KWABENA AND SWEETPEA
CONTINUE CHATTING)
("TÚ Y TU MIRAR, YO Y MI CANCIÓN"
BY LOS ANGELES NEGROS PLAYING) ♪
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(SONG CONTINUES) ♪
(VOCALIST SINGING IN SPANISH) ♪
- (SONG CUTS OFF) ♪
- (CELL PHONE BUZZING)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
WHITNEY HALBERSTRAM: Don't hang up.
I don't have long.
Where are you?
WHITNEY: Go to your bedroom.
Don't fucking question it, just do it.
Inside the cabinet.
Loose panel, find it.
(YASMIN COUGHING)
(MUSIC BUILDING) ♪
(PLASTIC RUSTLING)
(MUSIC SWELLS, FADES) ♪
(QUIETLY)
All right, speak. Where are you?
WHITNEY: I'm not gonna say
until I know you understand me.
(WHISPERS) Fucking speak!
WHITNEY: I've seen the headlines.
The institutions that waved us through
are looking for their fall guy.
A picture of you in chains
is all they need to show
the system isn't broken.
Yeah, that can be you.
WHITNEY: Can it?
In that case, where am I?
Pretty sure they know where you are.
You wanna turn yourself in?
They'll detain you,
pre-trial, freeze it all.
Incarcerate you
before you even smell a cell.
What are you saying?
WHITNEY: Our only power is in retreat.
Running? Fucking running with you?
WHITNEY: Repositioning ourselves,
stalling the bloodlust
of the investigators.
Without both of us,
no one can fully reconstruct
what happened.
(WHISPERS)
This is more fucking bullshit!
WHITNEY: I don't think you can
afford to not believe me.
Yeah, try me, dickhead.
WHITNEY: Cross borders,
we're not just fugitives,
we become potentially
politicized tools.
Politicized in what way?
WHITNEY: There's been
Russian state interest
in our company for some time.
(HENRY WHIMPERS)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
WHITNEY: That night
in New York at the hotel
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
WHITNEY: They were, uh,
tightening the noose.
HENRY: Whitney?
Whitney, am I in danger? Tell me.
WHITNEY: You are.
You'll be viewed as my accomplice.
(WHISPERING) This
This isn't real.
This is a fucking nightmare.
WHITNEY: For all I know, they could be
on their way to your house. Right now.
(BREATHING SHAKILY) If I
If I turn myself in
and make a big fucking spectacle,
all in all in the open,
no bad actor would take the risk.
WHITNEY: Sure. Jail it is.
'Cause no one's ever died
in suspicious circumstances
in police custody.
We need to disappear.
- (GASPS)
- (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
WHITNEY: Temporarily.
Or make no mistake,
they will do it for us.
I'll text you via Signal.
I'll let you know where I am,
everything is set up and arranged.
Destroy the SIM out
of the phone you're using.
Leave everything behind
and bring the cash
and, Henry, remember
sell me out, you damn us both.
(MUSIC SWELLING) ♪
- (MUSIC FADING) ♪
- (SCREAMS SILENTLY) Fuck!
- (JET ENGINE IDLING)
- (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
PILOT: We stay below 5,000 feet
as we approach the Channel.
Avoid Heathrow's controlled airspace.
I prefer radio silence,
but on approach I tend
to spoof a call sign
Whatever. I'm paying you
to get me there undetected.
I'm not gonna give you notes
on how you fulfill that brief.
Well, nobody's moving
until we're paid in full.
The cash is on its way.
PILOT: Idling here is not an option.
- Thirty minutes, I spit you out.
- I said he's on the way.
(MUSIC BUILDING) ♪
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENING, CLOSING)
PILOT: Gentlemen,
when we land and the door opens,
we were told you were
consultants flying private.
When you disembark, you're alone.
I knew I'd see you again very soon.
You need to tell me exactly
where we're going
and how it ensures my safety
right now.
- (SIGHS)
- (PILOTS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(MUSIC FADING) ♪
WHITNEY: I had that made
a couple months ago as optionality.
You made the right call, trust me.
We're stronger together.
What the fuck is this thing?
That took a lot of work.
- I'm protecting you.
- HENRY: No, no, no, no, no.
You said this was temporary.
This isn't temporary.
You're transporting me.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
I'm not a I'm not a partner,
I'm a I'm an asset.
I don't know what that means.
HENRY: Yeah, no, no.
Of course not, because
when people see through you,
you, uh, deflect,
or feign ignorance. You you
you change the subject
because you can't be the subject.
You can't
You can't bear the scrutiny.
(JET ENGINE WHIRRING LOUDLY)
I'm I'm your leverage.
I'm the guy you hide behind
or trade away.
You know, there is
There is dignity
to knowing your place.
You forfeited that.
But in your pathetic,
self-serving roadmap,
you didn't account for one thing.
My place.
And what I think
of this fucking embarrassment.
You think I'd become this for you,
- even for a moment?
- (GROANS)
- PILOT: Guys, are we
- HENRY: Shut up!
You were born
a disgusting fucking mooch
and you will die
a disgusting fucking mooch.
So fuck your fucking
poor boy civilian document
because you know what, old boy?
If you have to reach for something,
then you've already fucking missed it.
I'm getting off this shit heap.
(BOTH GRUNT)
Eat my shit, you peasant.
I'd rather die as me than run as you.
(MUSIC BUILDING) ♪
(DOOR OPENING)
(DOOR CLOSING)
- (TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
- (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
Move out of my way!
Move out of my fucking way!
Open the gate!
Open the fucking gate!
(CLAMORING CONTINUES)
Get off the property!
It's private fucking property!
REPORTER: Mr. Muck, was your
wife's resignation a joint decision?
(HENRY SIGHS)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
- (YASMIN SIGHS)
- HENRY: (PANTS) I love you.
I love you so, so much.
I can change.
I'll do whatever you want.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
("MAGIC MAN" BY TURNSTILE PLAYING) ♪
(SIGHS)
DAVINA GASCOIGNE: Mr. Muck.
I'm Detective Inspector
Davina Gascoigne, Met Police,
Economic Crime Command.
With me are also enforcement officers
Kreitzer and Ellis
from the Serious Fraud Office.
You're not being detained,
but we would like to invite you in
for a voluntary interview
under caution.
You're entitled
to legal representation,
and you can decline
to answer any questions.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention
something you later rely on in court.
- Anything you do say
- (SOUND FADING OUT)
Hole ♪
Never be afraid just remember
What he said when you go ♪
Always in the wind ♪
While you're slipping through
The hands that you hold ♪
DAVINA: That won't be necessary.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING)
REPORTER 1: Mr. Muck, do you have
any comment about Tender's collapse?
Magic man ♪
REPORTER 2: Mr. Muck, do you feel guilty
for your role in its collapse?
- (TAPPING ON WINDOW)
- (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
REPORTER 2: Mr. Muck!
Magic man ♪
(SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
("GET THEE BEHIND ME, SATAN"
BY ALMANAC SINGERS PLAYING) ♪
Boss comes up to me
With a five-dollar bill ♪
Says "Get you some whiskey, boy ♪
REPORTER: to uncover the whereabouts
of Tender's former CFO.
- Shortly after his removal
- Travel on down the line ♪
REPORTER: Halberstram, last reported
to have passed through
- before boarding a flight to China
- YASMIN: Sebastian.
Thanks for coming.
He'll see you now.
(NEWS ANCHOR
CONTINUES SPEAKING OVER TV)
Well, I think it's clear
that the next leg for Sebastian
is about being taken seriously
by institutional media,
whilst not losing his outsider,
insurgent voice. (CHUCKLES)
ALEXANDER NORTON:
You won the Orwell scholarship,
then became everything
he warned us about.
I'm sorry, I don't follow.
NORTON: Your inner circle.
Post-liberal, neo-reactionary,
techno-accelerationists.
That's a lot of words. (CHUCKLES)
NORTON: And tech moguls,
Marc Andreessen,
- Peter Thiel.
- Peter's a close friend of mine.
You must be sorry our laws
disqualify foreign donors.
That's something that I would change.
Why limit support for passport holders
when ideas and money are global?
NORTON: You have a clear route
into government.
Cross the floor,
join the Conservative Party.
Aurore Adekunle is hated.
The 1922 Committee
are sharpening their knives for her.
Unify the Right's vote.
The Conservative Party is
Is the most successful political party
in the history of democracy?
Is dead.
Rome falls.
SEBASTIAN: And Byzantium rises.
Both parties feed an agenda
set by an unelected
civil servant class.
NORTON: But what is your ideology?
- The Cult of Stefanowicz?
- High modernity is bust.
We need clarity. We need efficient,
post-partisan governance
to help our communities.
You mean young, murderous,
under-sexed men?
I mean working people across racial
and traditional political lines
who no longer recognize the country
that they were born into.
We'd need to distance your image
from fringe,
outright authoritarian
or racial elements.
Yeah, we can polish the aesthetic
without neutering the appeal.
- SEBASTIAN: Thank you.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- (DOOR OPENING)
- ASSISTANT: They're ready for you, sir.
I'll be right there.
Yasmin, could you show
Mr. Stefanowicz out?
(DOOR CLOSING)
Maybe save talking
about abolishing democracy
for your dinners in Silicon Valley.
The US are much better
at that than the UK.
- Fundraising, et cetera.
- Hmm.
Well, then I hope
you're looking forward to Paris.
SEBASTIAN: I'm, uh
I was very sorry to hear
about your divorce.
I don't believe in divorce.
Oh.
Well, you think
it's an affront to God?
(POIGNANT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Yeah.
(MUSIC FADES) ♪
Uh, fully private floor.
No shared lift.
We have a quant fund
in the building already,
so dual power feeds.
Super fast
fiber connectivity standard.
Five minutes from a host
of other big allocators.
I'll give you five minutes with it.
- I'm just going to make a call.
- HARPER: Thank you.
SWEETPEA: Hmm.
Good place to stew on our next idea.
- That can wait.
- Hmm. Never.
I thought this might be
an appropriate place
to give you guys these.
Two million each on top of your base.
I'm also taking two million,
all equal.
- (UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- Wow. Socialism in action.
(HARPER CHUCKLES)
The rest of it will stay
in our AUM as a buffer
against cyclicality and a promise
to future investors that we are
about repeatable alpha.
SWEETPEA: (SIGHS)
Two million quid, huh?
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
Could have made more
selling pictures of my feet.
(CHUCKLES)
(MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
HARPER:
Yasmin has invited me to Paris.
Not sure I wanna make that trip alone.
Yeah, weirdly, I've never been.
I keep hearing it's either
under or overrated.
I can never remember which.
Some kind of political fundraiser.
I don't know.
She's hosting these
high-minded networking events,
really.
She's going through a divorce.
- Whoa!
- (DISTANT THUD)
HARPER: She's keeping herself busy.
I guess it's how she navigates it.
Shit, I met Whitney
at one of these events.
Could find our next trade.
Yeah, I'll tag along.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- (DOOR OPENING)
RICKY MARTYN:
Thought you were in Wakefield.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
You heard any rumblings
that have Russia and Tender
in the same sentence?
Dark, oligarch capital?
Or something closer to the Kremlin?
JENNIFER: I'm being serious.
Something more underhand.
Whitehall or MI5?
A source within the company.
- Who?
- I'd rather not say.
Look, everyone tainted
by association with Tender
is telling self-serving stories.
North is south.
Leave anyone talking inside
that thing well alone.
Well,
needs a response, right?
Needs an investigation.
We'll start expelling
Russian diplomats
in the next ten minutes.
Come on, you're a grown-up.
Every major power runs assets here.
Our tolerance of theirs,
theirs of ours,
is part of diplomatic statecraft.
If we ran a response every time
a former GRU guy
circled a financial play in London,
that's all we'd fucking do.
My source made it sound like
it's part of a large operation.
Inside that factory of lies.
Look, Jenni. (CLEARS THROAT)
North isn't south,
however much they say it is.
Won't it cause reputational damage
to the PM if these claims
do gain traction?
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
All right. Take it from someone
with top security clearance.
Don't poke this particular bear.
Yeah?
- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- Yeah, hello. Hi.
You're close with Lord Mostyn, right?
Close enough.
JENNIFER: Have you tried
taking your concerns to him?
Number 10 know more
than they're letting on.
Okay. Uh, yeah, I'll
I'll put it to him. Um
Thank you, Jenni.
(STAMMERS) I really am sorry
for it all, you know?
(MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(MUSIC FADES) ♪
(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL
SYMPHONY PLAYING) ♪
- (SPEAKING FRENCH)
- HARPER: Merci.
- Ah! Bonjour. (CHUCKLES)
- HARPER: Bonjour. (CHUCKLES)
I'm so delighted you could make it.
- HARPER: Yeah, of course.
- And you must be Kwabena.
- It's great to meet you
- Hi.
finally.
Uh, okay, so we have the whole
top floor from 8:00 p.m.
- HARPER: Great.
- Remember, babe, it's Paris.
Anything could happen. (CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CHUCKLES)
I wish I was going
through a tough time.
Yeah, right.
(SYMPHONY CONTINUES) ♪
Tell you what, old boy.
You'd think there'd be better service
in the upper house of our government.
It's like they're waiting
on a writ of summons
before they bring
a fucking breadbasket.
- (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
- Anyway, I'm glad you called.
(SIGHS) I know you don't want
to speak to your uncle.
Yeah, well, he hurt me.
Well, we're all very worried for you.
When are they bringing charges?
Imminently. They, uh,
they confiscated my passport.
I've been advised to take a plea deal.
There's, uh, no mens rea
when it came to fraud,
plead to negligence
and breach of fiduciary duty.
Prove I wasn't enriched,
which I certainly wasn't.
Do that and testify
and they may well commute my sentence
to house arrest.
Testify against who? CFO?
- Halberstram? Good.
- HENRY: Hmm.
(SOFTLY) The fucker!
But
I'll ask my counsel
to hold for a beat.
I think I want to shape my testimony
so it's broader
than implicating just one man.
I think
Tender may have become
a state-influenced shell.
What are you talking about?
(QUIETLY) Tender
was a proxy for Russian intelligence.
Sounds like a dark fairy tale to me.
Yeah, no, I've looked into it
and comparables
in other industries.
I have some suspicion
about what they used it for.
Data mining.
Laundering money
for covert operations,
embedding their people
in foreign infrastructure.
One? All?
This better not form part
of your defense
because you sound
like a fucking lunatic.
I intend to make it part
of my testimony,
and I need you to help me.
Raise a question in the Lords.
Speak to your friends
on the intelligence
and security committees,
the Attorney General, anyone.
Lobbying on your behalf
could quickly cross
into the unethical, or even
illegal territory, Henry.
I took an oath to uphold
the reputation of this house.
Did I ever tell you about my old pal,
Clovis Wodehouse?
No.
He and I had a number
of property deals together.
Shopping centers mainly.
Big one in Moscow.
And we fell out.
And I made Moscow work for me.
He lost everything on a rival build.
He owed a lot of Russian
mutual associates a fortune.
You really don't remember his name?
No.
Well, maybe you'll remember
how he died.
Impaled on the beautiful
Georgian railings
outside the house
that he could no longer
afford to live in
- off the Fulham Road.
- (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
OTTO MOSTYN: Now, people speculated
about the nature of his fall.
He'd had psychotic episodes,
elliptical phone calls.
There was no evidence
of any third-party involvement,
so, officially, it was unexplained.
(SIGHS)
So sorry, what are you saying?
That he was He was, uh
What, you think he was murdered?
OTTO: He suffered
from mental health disorder.
You have a history
of mental health disorder, do you not?
Suicide would be
a very rational explanation.
The point is, don't draw
these types of people
into your existence.
You have your fall guy.
Halberstram deceived everyone.
And that's the top and tail
of what you'll say.
Now, let's have a little more claret.
Oh, God! You know,
this the only dining room in London
where I could succumb
to old age before I get a
(RAISING VOICE) top-up!
Thank you. (CHUCKLES)
Come on, here she is.
Um, I've ordered trout.
("GET THEE BEHIND ME, SATAN"
BY ELLA FITZGERALD PLAYING) ♪
- HAYLEY CLAY: It's beautiful.
- Mm.
It's Galvan.
You look great.
You can keep it. (CHUCKLES)
But the moon is low and I ♪
So just enjoy yourself tonight.
It's a great room to be in.
Make people feel welcome.
- Always.
- (BOTH CHUCKLING)
- HAYLEY: (SIGHS) Thank you.
- Of course.
And, um, I hope
your little cousin has fun, too.
- Oh, I think she will.
- (YASMIN CHUCKLES)
I think she will.
And she's grateful
for the opportunity.
I'm grateful to you.
Behind me ♪
Someone I'm mad ♪
Look, I'm not going
to ask again, but tell me,
do you have footage of us?
Of me, you and Henry?
Someone that I mustn't see ♪
Satan ♪
Yeah, I masturbate to the game tape.
God, you have no idea
how incredible everyone looks
when just all they do
is want each other?
(CHUCKLES)
Yas, there's no tape.
Good.
And he may come here ♪
- YASMIN: Good.
- (HAYLEY CHUCKLES)
(YASMIN CHUCKLES)
See Paris and die.
Isn't that it? (CHUCKLES)
It's too late ♪
Gorgeous.
(MELLOW INSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
KWABENA: What is a "necessary
discussion on realignment"?
No idea.
You know, I had a mate
at Francis Holland with Yasmin.
Said she was a pretty nasty
piece of work.
School's weird.
Most people have been bullied.
Most people have been bullies.
(SCOFFS)
I don't agree.
But, um, yeah, anyways,
she was like chick's a sadist.
What are you doing?
Why are you saying that?
I don't know. The company she keeps?
Her choice of partner?
Look, all I'm saying is,
if you met her cold,
like, tonight, say,
for the first time,
I don't think you'd be friends
with her.
Well, I haven't met her cold, have I?
You can't just strip people
of their context.
Besides, you are her guest.
Oh, of course. Sorry.
I'll remember to bow.
HARPER:
Why are you being such a prick?
You don't have to come to dinner.
No, I'll come. I was looking forward
to speaking to the son
of some Lockheed Martin exec
about what peptides
he's injecting into his arse.
Okay, narcissism
of small differences, bro.
You are from privilege.
You are not better than these people.
These are your people.
Don't talk about Yasmin like that.
She's a survivor.
You have no fucking clue
what she's been through.
You know what? Whatever, Harper.
I'm going out.
- (DOOR OPENING)
- You fucking do that, then!
(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)
(DRAMATIC ITALIAN ARIA PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
How were you
so right so early on Tender?
(CHUCKLES) Trust me,
we were right too early.
(CHUCKLES) You have any recourse
against them,
given the IBN Bauer deal
was stock for stock?
Our family were legacy guardians.
We will survive this indecency,
won't we?
HARPER: You don't bear
Yasmin any ill will?
JOHANNA BAUER: She was
the victim of a criminal mind.
We were deceived.
She deserves the chance
to restart her life.
MORITZ HUNTER-BAUER: Only she would be
skilled enough to
set a dinner like this.
Yeah, she told me it was mostly
business people trying
to get into politics.
MORITZ: Sure, with deep pockets.
(JOHANNA AND MORITZ CHUCKLE)
These are titans of industry.
Academics, evolutionary biologists.
And they all want to meet Stefanowicz.
There are certain men
who embody a zeitgeist.
Look at him.
He is so
- dashing.
- Mother, control yourself.
(JOHANNA CHUCKLES)
Well, it's a shame Paris
no longer feels like Paris.
- Don't you think?
- Hmm.
Like all major European cities,
you can see where the last wisps
of the neoliberal fantasy
of multiculturalism
have gone to die.
Importing people who reject
your values is national suicide.
Repatriation is the only model
to reverse this unbelievable erosion
- of our culture.
- Hmm.
MORITZ: A nation is
its genetic inheritance.
All the evidence suggests
that different demographics
have evolved
to have different temperaments,
capacities.
JOHANNA: What will we tell
our grandchildren one day?
That we didn't fight for Europe?
(CHUCKLES)
Sebastian is a vessel capable
of seeing this through.
So, Harper, for how long have you been
a donor to Stefanowicz?
(QUIETLY) You're not
like the other ones, are you?
What other ones?
(CUTLERY TAPPING ON GLASS)
(CUTLERY CLINKING)
Well, I'd like to thank you all
for being here.
And I would like to thank
Yasmin, specifically,
for putting this
all together so quickly.
So thank you, Yasmin.
I wanted to, um, think
of a toast that would unite us.
Family.
Tradition.
And proud nations.
GUESTS: Family. Traditions.
Proud nations.
("LA CHAMBRE"
BY LÉO FERRÉ PLAYING) ♪
(VOCALIST SINGING IN FRENCH) ♪
JOHANNA: This is so nice.
- HARPER: Are you not drinking?
- I'm sober now.
Not in an annoying way,
I just enjoy clarity.
- Okay.
- (CHUCKLES)
SEBASTIAN: Right, I'm off.
I'm on the last Eurostar out.
- YASMIN: You can't stay?
- No, it's my son, Alban's,
uh, um, son, Alban's
first Holy Communion.
I need to be there in the morning.
You must be the fund manager Yasmin
- speaks so highly of.
- HARPER: Harper Stern.
- Nice to meet you.
- Pleasure.
I don't just want your donations.
- (HARPER CHUCKLES)
- (CHUCKLES) I want your mind.
A mind like yours is key
to devising a new OS.
It's a seductive idea
made seductively.
I got to tell you, though,
there was, um,
some pretty blunt ideas
around the table tonight.
You know, I can't police
people's views,
even if I find them
unpalatable myself.
- Everyone here is here to donate.
- Hm.
SEBASTIAN: They don't
necessarily represent me
- or my beliefs.
- Sure.
- SEBASTIAN: But I'm sorry.
- Thanks.
And I meant what I said
about the new OS.
- Let's chat. Thank you.
- YASMIN: Thank you.
- Have a good evening. Take care.
- (CLASSICAL FRENCH CHANSON PLAYING) ♪
A lot of the business figures
in here are foreign nationals.
How are they political donors to him?
Some of them have funds listed
in the UK
and make payments that way.
Shell companies?
That's illegal, right?
No.
I mean, well, it's a grey area.
That's where the edge is.
That's what you always say.
These dinners are mostly to ensure
continued cross-border
digital support.
There's not much monetary value,
but the actual value
is enormous to the messaging.
HARPER: Why are you doing this?
Joy.
HARPER: Whose?
Mine. (CHUCKLES)
(SOFTLY) Yas, I think these are, like,
very extreme people.
YASMIN: (CHUCKLES)
Don't fall into that trap.
These are fresh ideas
for a broken social contract.
HARPER: I don't need to hear
the fucking messaging.
- (SCOFFS)
- Come on, don't be their fool.
YASMIN: The political
pendulum swings left to right,
achieving nothing
but perpetual campaigning.
I mean, these people are
for actual change.
Progress, right?
Did you bring me here just
to donate to Stefanowicz?
What are you talking about?
You're an apolitical operator.
You sat me next to two fucking
Nazis tonight.
They were looking
at me like they wanted
to skin me alive.
Sorry. Obviously, I didn't
HARPER: (QUIETLY) It's fine.
- (YASMIN CLEARS THROAT)
- These gentlemen.
Hi.
Who are these girls?
They're, like,
practically draped on these men.
They're here for a good time.
- HARPER: Yeah, but who are they?
- Well, that's Molly.
She has no education,
no real prospects.
She was working
in the Norton household
for minimum wage, and now she's here.
And you pay her to be,
what, window dressing?
Well, she sits on his lap
and they talk about the first
thing that pops up.
- Uh
- Oh, for God's sake, relax.
It's for the gender balance
of a good party.
I mean, they make the whole thing
visually memorable.
Cock-heavy parties are always dead.
Yeah, but you invited them
into this situation.
Harper, do you have
any idea how this kind
of access changes people's lives?
How it levels them up?
I mean, she'd have never
fucking seen Paris
if it wasn't for me.
We both know that this world
will own you
if you don't harden up.
I mean, any man, every man,
would swim through sewage
if it meant that he could come
at the end.
Please hear me when I say this.
It comes from a place of love.
That is not your voice
coming out of your mouth.
And I know your voice.
(SIGHS)
I wanna show you something.
It's gonna fundamentally
change your opinion
on someone, okay?
("MON DIEU" BY ÉDITH PIAF
PLAYING IN BACKGROUND) ♪
What the fuck am I looking at?
That's Eric.
The guy that you'd like
to believe is just a guy.
That's him having sex with someone
he knew to be underage.
That's his arse.
- (WHISPERS) Oh my God.
- (CELL PHONE THUDS)
HARPER: Why do you have that?
YASMIN: That's the girl in the video.
She's underage?
YASMIN: Girls lie
about their age, Harper.
And men like it.
He thought he was having sex
with a 15-year-old girl,
okay? He's sick.
HARPER: What the fuck
is she doing here?
- That's her choice.
- What are you talking about?
How old is she?
I lost my virginity
when I was 14, okay?
I became a woman as soon
as I wanted someone.
Besides, the world is not
exploitation or opportunity.
It's both/and.
That's the world, Harper.
(CHUCKLES)
"Both/and." That's maturity.
Has Eric seen this video?
Why do you have
this fucking video of him?
She recorded it
for her own safety, okay?
That is what your North Star
is capable of.
That's not just a man, Harper.
That is a beast.
Both/and.
Is that what this is about?
Are you gonna record all of these men?
Why? Why?
To what end?
(SIGHS)
This is not who you are.
Please, you do not have to do this.
We can just go. We can go for a walk.
Or forget this fucking video.
Forget it. Let's just go.
You need air or something.
You need anything. Something.
I don't know why
you're playing here, but I
Come on, take my hand. Let's go.
Yasmin, if you have cared
at all about me, ever,
you will take my fucking hand.
- Come on.
- YASMIN: I'm sorry.
"The world's showing you what it is."
You said that to me.
So you metabolize hard feelings.
You become someone.
I feel important here.
Do you see that?
I'm necessary. (CHUCKLES)
I feel new.
(SIGHS)
I feel less pain.
That's it.
(SONG INTENSIFYING) ♪
Excuse me. You should go.
Excuse me?
HARPER: Just get up and get out
of this fucking room.
You have no business being in here.
DOLLY: I'm good here, thanks.
- Give me that.
- DOLLY: Get the fuck off me.
HAYLEY: Hey.
Don't fucking touch her.
I think it's time for you to leave,
bitch.
(SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
("NE ME QUITTES PAS"
BY JACQUES BREL PLAYING) ♪
If you're gonna be like that
(VOCALIST SINGING IN FRENCH) ♪
HAYLEY: (CHUCKLES)
Some people. I mean, like
If you can't be happy in Paris,
where the fuck
can you be happy, right?
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS, CHUCKLES)
(DOOR CLOSING)
(CAR HORNS HONKING)
(SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
KWABENA: Harp,
this isn't working for me.
And I'm pretty sure
it's not working for you either.
Like, some central casting
Parisian bird
threw it on me all night.
Um
She kissed me.
And if I'm honest, it felt great.
I don't feel guilty.
Not really.
Nothing?
Nothing to say?
What the fuck do you want me
to say, Kwabena?
You want me to raise my fucking voice
- like this, huh?
- Oh, honestly, Harper,
sometimes I think you're like an NPC,
or like AI or something.
You know, a couple of weeks ago,
Sweetpea told me
that she told you
about the thing in Accra.
And, look, I know,
I know I should have
mentioned it to you.
I know I was wrong
for not mentioning it to you.
But, like, it was gross.
It was It was a lie,
but I'm just flat-out perplexed
why you wouldn't raise it
with me if you knew.
Like genuinely, help me,
help me understand that.
Is it impossible to think
that I don't have another
fucking thing going on,
but to wonder
about who my casual fuck
is fucking behind my back?
KWABENA: This isn't casual, Harper.
We're like sleep companions
who occasionally have
a fucking conversation.
It's like we're intimate
with no intimacy.
My mom died while you were in Accra.
(POIGNANT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
KWABENA: Shit, I'm sorry.
Wish you'd said.
Are you okay?
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I feel like all the people
who I thought were constants
in my life have all
become something
I didn't know they were.
Or disappeared altogether.
I like being around you,
despite you.
Fuck, it might also be
because you're like the only
other Black person
I ever interact with.
Is that supposed to be romantic?
No.
I don't know how
to be in a relationship.
I don't understand how
to do it or, like,
water it, make it last.
There's no manual.
HARPER: There should be.
I just want to protect myself.
Not at the cost
of everything else, Harper.
That's That's too high a price.
No, it's not.
It's not for me.
(REFLECTIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
- (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
GREGORY WILLIS: This morning,
Mr. Muck has formally entered
a plea of guilty to the charges
set out in the indictment.
My client is engaging
with the process transparently,
and we ask the media and the public
to allow the legal process to continue
as we present
the incontrovertible facts.
(REPORTERS CLAMORING OVER TV)
- AIDE: Marked up the priorities pre-Cabinet.
- Thanks.
Halberstram was a shadow man
who built a
shadow world.
REPORTER 1: Do you expect to land
on your feet again, Mr. Muck?
REPORTER 2: Have you had contact
with Mr. Halberstram?
REPORTER 3: Is Mr. Halberstram
being shielded abroad?
He was the only person,
uh, responsible.
Um, it starts and ends with him.
We were all We were all deceived.
(REPORTERS CONTINUE
CLAMORING) REPORTER 4:
Are you gonna apologize
to Tender's customers?
(SIGHS)
- (CLAMORING CONTINUES)
- What is the status of your marriage?
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- MOLLY: Lady Muck.
Um, Miss Hanani.
- Or Yasmin.
- Oh, sorry, Miss Hanani.
Um, we just wanted to say
thank you for the opportunity.
I told you, you know,
there's nowhere like Paris.
Beats Norton Hall, right?
You okay?
- Yeah. Great.
- YASMIN: Good.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
I'm sorry, I
Um, "She is tossed by the waves,
but she does not sink."
(CHUCKLES)
- Hey.
- Hi.
- HAYLEY: Can I get you anything?
- No. No. You take the day.
Uh, but we have dinner
with the Qataris at 8:00.
L'Épicure. Justine at Hermès
is expecting you.
You got it, boss.
Fun night.
Yeah. Uh, can you just, um,
make sure I have a minute?
Mm-hmm.
CHARLES HANANI:
(OVER VOICEMAIL) Darling, hi.
I'm probably the last person
you want to hear from,
but are you free next week
to hop aboard the gorgeous boat
I named just for you?
Mallorca!
I'll pay for your flights.
Bring a friend. We have space.
No men, obviously.
Come, come.
Love you, my little cherub.
Light of my life. Mina.
- Mina, Mina.
- (SIGHS)
(FINGER TAPPING)
(SPEAKER BEEPING)
CHARLES: (OVER SPEAKER) Darling, hi.
I'm probably the last person
you want to hear from,
but are you free next week
to hop aboard the gorgeous boat
I named just for you?
("NO OTHER LOVE"
BY JO STAFFORD PLAYING) ♪
CHARLES: Mallorca!
I'll pay for your flights.
Bring a friend. We have space.
No men, obviously.
Come, come.
Love you, my little cherub.
Light of my life. Mina.
- Mina, Mina.
- (SIGHS)
Oh, the sweet contentment ♪
CHARLES: Darling, hi.
I am probably the last person
you want to hear from,
but are you free next week
to hop aboard the gorgeous boat
I named just for you?
Mallorca!
I'll pay for your flights.
Bring a friend. We have space.
No men, obviously.
Come, come.
Love you, my little cherub.
Light of my life. Mina.
- Mina. Mina.
- In your kiss ♪
Forever yours ♪
I was blessed with love
To love you ♪
Till the stars burn out Above you ♪
Till the moon has bought
A silver shine ♪
(HENRY SOBS)
Let no other love ♪
HENRY: I'm sorry. (SNIFFLES)
Know the wonder ♪
HENRY: I'm so, so sorry.
Of your spell ♪
- (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
- (HENRY SOBS)
("CAREFULLY ON TIPTOE STEALING"
BY GILBERT AND SULLIVAN PLAYING) ♪
And it's greatly To his credit ♪
That he is an Englishman ♪
For he might Have been a Roosian ♪
A French, or Turk or Proosian ♪
Or perhaps Itali-an ♪
But in spite Of all temptations ♪
To belong To other nations ♪
Oh! Oh! Ready! I've got one, Botty!
Botty, I've got one! I've got one!
OTTO: There she is, there
she is, now let it Slowly!
Bloody thing's jammed!
- There you go.
- Okay.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- For in spite of all temptations ♪
- Yeah! (LAUGHS)
- Slowly. Slowly.
- HENRY: Come on you fucker!
- (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
- He remains an Englishman ♪
He remains an Englishman ♪
HENRY: Yeah!
(SONG CONCLUDES) ♪
HARPER: It's hard
to short frauds in a good market.
There was nothing
to believe in at Tender,
and we proved that.
Hope is more profitable than truth.
That's not changing. Ever.
So how do you stay sane in a market
that brutally punishes truth-tellers
all the time, in real time?
There will always be stories
in the world
that people
are too afraid to question.
But
I had a team of people
who I cared about.
Whose opinions I cared about.
(CHUCKLES)
A few people I talked to
made you seem like more of a
how shall I say
singular operative.
People change.
PATRICK RADDEN-KEEFE:
You really believe that?
- Aren't you supposed to?
- (SCOFFS)
Does being so uniquely right,
when everyone was so totally wrong,
feel like vindication?
Or does it ultimately
make you feel very alone?
Both/and.
- That's a good place to end.
- HARPER: Hmm.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
(REFLECTIVE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Are you finished?
- Sorry.
- Your gin and tonic.
Can I get you another?
Are you done?
(MUSIC BUILDS) ♪
sync & corrections awaqeded
(MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪