Industry

Why are you here, then?

I think this is the closest thing

to a meritocracy there is.

I only ever want to be judged on the strength of my abilities.

And paid for it.

Welcome, graduates.

While it's my pleasure to congratulate you

on this placement,

the work to stay here starts now.

He works on my team.

He's a whole snack.

If you're into that kind of a thing, I guess.

Do you-- do you know Gus?

Yeah, I live with him.

I know a lot about you two.

Have you been home?

I'm longing those nocturnal hours.

Trying to make a good impression, you know?

Do not forget how this feels right now.

Oh, fuck!

Shove that cock in my little asshole, please.

Yes! Come on. Come inside me.

Yes.

My pussy... In my pussy... Yeah.

Come on. Move, move, move. Go on, right to the end.

That's right. Good.

Move, move, move. Good.

Good work. Keep going.

Big push. Right to the end. Go.

Perfect technique.

Maybe I should wear you to work.

I actually had to pay for these.

Thank you.

I did your Asia recap. It's on your email.

I came in early and listened live.

That's good initiative, that.

It'd be good to get off the desk sometime, have a debrief.

Coffee, beer, whatever. Talk about your progress,

how to position yourself before RIF.

I'm evaluated on it, so... Yeah. Yeah, that'd be great.

Tomorrow? Oh, fuck no, we have that grad dinner.

Maybe Friday?

Yeah. Yeah.

Um, in the day would be good.

Uh, 'cause I have plans

with my boyfriend in the evening.

I know you didn't mean that like that, did you?

Uh...

So, I know for a fact

a lot of people are active on the street.

I wanna know why the flows aren't coming our way.

Well, 80 percent of my guys are away.

Mykonos or Ibiza? Did the girls enjoy Disneyland?

Cost me three G's for my daughters to find out

Goofy's a Moroccan kid with a tiny head.

Hell is the line at Space Mountain.

Especially if you're behind a Make-A-Wish.

All right, let's, uh, let's convince some people

to part with their money in the hope that they make more.

Yes, chef.

Does he always change on the floor? It's an MD power thing.

What's the deal with Fenmarsh?

I haven't heard from Felim.

Called twice daily, couldn't get past the junior.

Did you say you worked for me? Yes.

Okay. Call every hour.

I got a meeting.

Oh, that's my broker laugh.

I only do it for you.

Because I find you so funny, of course.

Well, look, if it's not my client laugh,

then it's probably my genuine laugh, yeah.

You'll never know which is which.

Speak soon.

He really didn't want to go away.

This Felim thing's got him spooked.

What do you think's going on?

I don't know.

But it doesn't bode well for Eric's exclusivity thing.

Eric insists all his clients only speak to him streetwide.

And Felim accounts for over half the desk profits.

Look, if anyone comes over my fucking hoot again

instead of messaging me,

I will personally bocat their mothers!

I think I'm gonna try and do an Ironman

or the Marathon des Sables. With no training, obviously.

The guy gave me a freebie, so...

No, I just wanted to...

Yeah.

Could I put you on hold for two seconds, please?

Where would you put yourself on that continuum?

What is this?

So, if a nurse is here...

where are you?

Wages on the Y axis...

...heel height on the X.

You've got very good privacy settings.

Very good. What are you hiding?

I... I was wearing a low-cut top in a profile pic

when I was, like, 14.

Yeah, our DMs are a cesspit.

Bobbi went dark for, like, three months.

It felt like three lifetimes.

Guys online violate their standards

quicker than they can lower them.

That's hilarious.

You're funny. She's funny.

Thank you.

You look like you pay the rent on time.

Yeah. I work in finance.

It's not as interesting as what you guys do.

We're just... living.

Oh, we love that you're a working woman, though.

Is that why you made me come at lunch?

Anyway, we're sort of past the point

where we want to be waking up to random guys in the kitchen.

That's a shame. I was sort of looking forward to a...

stream of uncut dicks.

I love your place.

It's so... white.

We're exorcising demons. It's our new favorite color.

Mine too.

Felim's junior is a brick wall.

How many questions did you ask him

before you asked for his boss?

There are too many saleswomen here trying to be salesmen.

I mean, how many people do you think call Felim's junior a day?

I dunno, seven?

Why seven?

It's the first number that came into my head.

And the amount of apartments I've seen this week.

And how many women call him?

And how many women actually engage him?

You see, then you belong to a nice, exclusive subset.

And you know, it's not betraying your sex by...

I mean, it's not regressive to be a conversationalist.

You convince them you're a friend,

and they'll forget what they are.

Which is...? A counterparty.

What the fuck have you done to that stock, Phil?

What do I mean? I mean you rigged it five percent...

Start of every call, flip it,

and don't talk business until it runs out.

This is unbelievable. This is beautiful.

Dig in, please. Wow. Thank you so much.

This is fucking grown-up. I-- I need to do

the honorable thing here and lower the tone.

Gentleman's cutlery. Put it away.

That can't be good for your palette.

Uh, I can eat on K.

And I pay your boyfriend's wages.

The company pays my wages.

What? So we are calling my little venture

a company, are we? Yeah.

I mean, it is fair to say that I single-handedly

revolutionized student journalism, so...

Yasmin, how did you have the time?

Oh, honestly, it's nothing.

I did most of it this morning. Hmm.

When, uh, when did you do it all?

Uh, this-- this morning.

Oh... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was super rude.

Oh.

Mom, it's Seb's birthday.

I need to hang this.

Wow. Let me grab that.

Is that Yasmin?

Happy birthday, Sebastian.

Thank you.

I hear you've moved yourself into my basement.

Uh, yeah.

Very touched that you're using one of your non-dom days on me.

Can I-- Can I get you a drink?

Oh.

Of course.

Beautiful house, Mrs. Kara-Hanani.

Why do people like this game?

It dispenses joy and misery at random.

Hmm. Mimics life.

Great.

I've got this performatively left-wing mate

who's high up at The Guardian, and he is saying

that they're gonna run a warts-and-all exposé

on Pierpoint.

Really? Yeah.

About Hari?