Industry

Jesus.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

Are you telegenic?

Why?

Your RIF day speech.

We'll all be watching.

They actually broadcast them?

Yep.

I thought that was a joke.

Yasmin.

Oh, bonjour.

My boyfriend's

learning how to make sushi.

He lost his job,

so he's setting up

this supper club thing,

and I'm inviting

all the grad class

for a pre-RIF dinner.

Bit of Whispering Angel...

Okay.

It sounds totally disgusting,

so of course, I'm totally in.

And tell me, um,

what's this about 100 sterling?

Well, uh, Seb's taking care

of the food and the booze,

so he's charging

100 quid a head.

I-- I can take care of the cash.

It's fine.

Just don't tell him.

Cool.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Okay.

Hi, Harper.

Hey.

Hi, take a seat.

Thank you.

How are you feeling

about everything?

Yeah, fine. Good.

Good.

I just wanted a brief word.

I know

you're under enough pressure

with RIF approaching, but,

um, we know Eric paid you early,

and more than he should have.

He acted unilaterally,

and now that Daria's inherited

his budgetary decisions...

For better or worse.

Um, I have no idea

how a structure was in place

for him to even do that.

It's not on you at all,

so just don't feel guilty

about it.

Look, all of the grads

have their bonuses now,

and while we expect them

to be discreet

around compensation,

we know they're only human.

In your case, though,

we are gonna have to demand

your discretion.

I could see why you

wouldn't want that to come out.

I won't say a word

if that helps you.

Okay.

My silence is legally bound,

though, right? So...

I'm kidding.

Oh, right.

Mate, there's a reason

they call him Octopus, you know.

He's very handsy.

I have it on good authority

that at the entry-level...

How was your New Year's?

Fine, thanks.

Loose, innit?

You're very quiet.

You slingin'

any biz my way this morning?

Or being a snide rat

and trading away?

Uh, guys?

Hey, welcome back!

It's good to see you.

I think we should

kickstart the year

with some account consolidation.

Okay? This is a list of accounts

that need to feel some love.

Um, Daria, you wanted to see me?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, take a seat. It's important

you stay for this.

Right. So, short-term, can I ask

that you check in with your guys

and make sure that we're still

top three of their brokers?

I don't need to be told

to call my client.

We know that a lot

of our clients,

uh, tell their execution desks

to allocate business

on a points-based system.

This is giving greater weight

to collaboration

among salespeople. Okay?

They're not paying us

to be individuals.

So I want more co-coverage.

More shared sales credits.

Sounds like collectivism.

Well, clients are dealing

with Pierpoint

as an institution,

not as individuals.

There is no version of this

where anyone shares my account.

What account?

I thought Kaspar had retired.

Which leaves, uh...

Which leaves you where, exactly?

Fucked, I assume.

Like everyone else

with a certain something

between their legs.

I wonder what "personal reasons"

Eric left for.

Hmm. Or was he sacrificed

on the altar of politics?

We'll finish it there.

Okay, thank you.

All right. Make those calls.

By the way,

if Daria has asked you

to do anything for CPS,

I'm telling you to ignore it.

Not our desk, not our problem.

What do you reckon

happened to Eric?

Aren't you pally with the girl

on his desk?

I don't know.

I don't think she does either.

I've heard

four different stories,

so it has to be

something political.

Well, I mean, we all know

how he behaved on the floor.

Yas, that's the business.

You don't get fired for that.

If he got fired at all.

Hey, Yasmin, mind if we have

a quick chat, early Monday?

I can do now if you want?

Uh, no.

It's not really Friday material.

And besides, Penrith is calling

and I must heed its call.

A weekend of casual racism,

but also really

rather good wine.

Is this something

I should be worried about?

You know, with RIF?

No. No, no, no. Well...

no. Let's just, uh,

just keep it off the desk.

Good weekend, all.

Why are you so ready

to leave Pierpoint?

I don't think they really know

what to do with me.

I don't think they value me.

Oh. You sure

you're not just jumping

before you're pushed?

Pierpoint are swinging

the scythe soon, right?

Don't they make you do trial

by television?

Seems a bit medieval.

I don't think

Pierpoint ever let truly

talented people rise early.

It's a very political place.

What makes you think

GS will be any different?

Aren't we all the same?

An institution is its people.