Succession

There's a potential opportunity for some acquisitions.

Local TV?

No one watches TV, Dad.

Why shouldn't we do all the news?

Well, Kim Jong-Pop,

because that's not how things work in this country.

It's really happening! We're getting married.

That is a very romantic way of looking at a prenup.

He's actually acting kind of strange.

Like inviting me to Thanksgiving?

Dad?

He kept pouring, and it just went everywhere.

It was like he didn't even see. Dad! Hey! Whoa!

All you have to do is do a little bit of shredding.

Don't make it a big deal. It's okay. It's a job.

Shooting bolts into cows' heads is a job, but I... I...

It's not how I wanna spend my Thanksgiving.

You just invited me into the chicken coop.

I'm gonna eat you all. One by fucking one.

I wondered if you could do me a favor.

Well, that might cause some ethical issues,

'cause there's a world where my guy and your gal

ends up wrestling for the Democratic nomination.

You lost, Grandpa.

Are you all right?

Take your hands off him, okay?

I've seen all I need to see.

So, are we doing this? Don't ask me. He's your father.

I'd be doing it for him.

This is fucking impressive. You hooked this shit up, friend.

Hey, brother, I just wanna say you killed that shit.

My man. Absolutely killed that. For sure.

What's up, bro? Good to see you.

You're fuckin' imperial right now, OK?

I think American Diablo is your best album.

Thanks, guys. Much obliged.

All right, man. All right...

Are we supposed to follow him?

What's gonna happen? Just be cool.

So, this guy's your boy, right?

Yeah. Hey, listen,

can I talk to you about something?

Mm-mm, sure. Um...

Oh, here she comes. What's up?

So he's just decompressing, apparently,

but he's really down to connect.

Oh, he's decompressing? What from his voyage

to the bottom of the fuckin' rap ocean?

His show was a shitty show.

But the label got a room for you guys.

Right here. I'm sorry, what's your name?

Jess. Jess. Sorry.

Can you just remind him

he's the guy that owns the company

that owns the company that owns the label

that pays his fucking ass? Absolutely.

Yeah, just don't say those words.

Oh, my gosh, look at this.

Shrimp. Huh?

Look at this.

Warmed in this airless box for like,

what, let's say six hours?

And this goo? Is this delicious fucking goo?

Look at that. Mmm!

So, listen, I need to say something,

but once I've said it I'll have said it,

and while it's not a big deal, it's delicate.

What is it? You fucked the company?

I haven't fucked the company.

Uh-huh.

Scientology? What is it?

Look, we're friends,

we go back, I can trust you.

Right?

No.

Sure, but on money stuff, I can trust you?

No.

Because we're calling a vote of no confidence on my dad.

What the fuck, man.

It's the best way forward right now.

This is fucking terrible.

Bro, you're gonna fuck the company.

You're fucking with my money, Ken.

Look, I'm telling you, it's just cleanest.

He's lost it.

He's going to D.C. tomorrow

to piss away our political capital

and position us permanently in a dying sector.

Do you think you can win? Of course.

It's finished. I'm informing you, not courting you.

Because I have to work with whoever's left.

Right. With me.

So are we good?

Can I count on your vote for Team Future?

I can promise you that I am spiritually

and emotionally and ethically

and morally behind whoever wins.

What's the matter?

I'm pissed because I have to come down to him

like a fuckin' FedEx guy. Why can't he come to us?

Well, I guess he's the president.

Fuckin' Californian shrunken little raisin.

I've seen ten of 'em.

He's basically a fuckin' intern.

Are you OK, Karl, on all this?

Yeah. Sure. Yeah.

On the law? Yeah.

Gerri walked me through it too, so...

I wish she was here and not you.

Well, thank you.

She has to stay in the city for board meeting prep, so...

It was a joke, Karl.

And I'm guessing if I say cortado with almond,

you're gonna look like I'm some kind of jerk, right?

I will have a black coffee, please and thank you.

Is this safe?

I don't think we're gonna bump into anyone here.

So how'd it go with Stewy?

It went great. He's in.

OK. Well, that's great.

Yeah. So I think we're all good.

Uh-huh.

Shall I just... run it one more time

before we open our kimonos in public?

Logan.

Once the vote is proposed,

he's recused... out of the game.

So we have Kendall, Roman, Frank. Three votes in favor.

And Asha. Your pet. That's good?

Rock solid. Already floated and noted.

Right.

Paul, Dewi, Datu...

They're old guard, they'll go Logan.

Yeah, well, sure. I mean... but sure.

OK, Uncle Ewan, uh,

he's still a possible, right?

Um, you could maybe stoke the old resentments?

Lady Macbeth, gettin' your little fuckin' screwdriver in.

It's not a fucking teddy bear's picnic, Roman,

it's a massacre. Lawrence?

Dad would sell Vaulter for parts.

Lawrence would be crazy not to vote with me.

Except Lawrence hates you.

We have three for Logan, five against, three unknowns.

Come on, this is bullshit. Look, we push, Lawrence is ours,

Ewan could be ours, Ilona could be ours.

Gerri can't vote, but she can talk for senior management.

This is done. There's being cautious, and there's being fucking time-wasters.

If you want me to do this, you gotta look worst case.

Lawrence, Ewan, Ilona, all in play.

One more makes us sure winners.

Yeah. We, uh... we hit Lawrence.

I got the call. The nuclear reactor is sealed off.

The infected have been shot. Oh, that's great.

That's great. Thank you.

Yeah. Thank you so much.

We're good. OK. OK.

Goodbye. Bye.

Yeah. Goodbye forever. Hope so.

Three men

to own half the wealth of America.

I have just been given the all-clear.

Ohh! I feel I can breathe again.

Honestly, honey, it's like this 900-pound gorilla

has finally stopped fucking me.

Now, is this the thing I don't want to know about?

Yeah. And it's gone.

Poof.

I think I'm good. I think I'm good.

Greg. Me. The circle's tight.

He's good. He's my little R2 unit.

I don't know.

Arrgh! I don't... This... I don't fucking know!

Should I stick with her?

Is that a president?

Maybe. I don't know.

Now, not to be Groomzilla,

but can we talk about menus?

'Cause I really, really love Lake Como,

but I'm worried about the fog.

One thing is, people don't change.

You know, a candidate can't change.

You can primp and plump and repackage,

but if you want to change someone fundamentally,

forget it. So, should we go...

very old New York classy?

Oh. Yeah. Uh, I...

Sorry, I had a pretty shitty phone call with my mom the other day,

and just to smooth things over I said that we might

have the wedding back in England.

You what? Yeah.

Is that a biggie for you? Excuse me, Shiv. Fuck.

Tom, it's just a wedding. The planners will figure it out.

"Just a wedding"? Shiv. Yeah.

It's our wedding! Oh, Tom...

It only happens once. I can't do this right now.

Tom. OK. No...

I'm trying to think about work.

And I'm looking forward to it,

but I just can't get into it all, all the details.