Fair Play

There you are.

Stop hiding. Come back in, I want to introduce you.

- Come here. - Okay.

Uncle J, this is the woman I can't stop talking about.

- Emily, a pleasure to meet you. - The pleasure is all mine.

Open bar. I'm buying.

- Nice. - Oh.

So, Mister Ivy League has the best-looking girl in the room.

- She's got other things going for her. - Just one or two.

If this guy gives you any kind of trouble,

just let me know, I'll sort him out...

- I will keep that in mind. - Really?

Lock it in before she loses interest.

Wow, you're so romantic, Theo.

Well, romance wears off.

Says the guy on his wedding day.

Go find your bride and kiss her

before she realizes she fucked her whole life up.

Stop hassling your brother. Get over here.

- Hi. - Hey.

Hey prettiest-girl-in-the-room,

- you wanna dance? - I do.

You got the title.

- Oh, God, not her. - What?

Hi.

Let's go dance with her.

No, let's please not.

What? You sure you don't want to?

- No. - Come here. Come here.

Are you gonna say anything or you just gonna stare?

- Just, just stare. - Okay.

And kiss you.

And then stare.

Lock the door. I promise, I'll be quick.

- What? - Oh, fuck.

- What? - Um...

Oh, fuck.

Oh, shit.

- Oh, my God. - Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ.

It looks like you slaughtered a chicken.

How did that happen?

What were you doing in here?

Oh, shit. Okay.

Do you think your mom has a tampon? Fuck.

We have to take the photos still.

Do you think this is a problem?

Oh, my God!

I mean, now my family will

really get to know you, you know.

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is what?

That.

Um...

Shit.

Marry me?

Luke.

I'm serious.

You're drunk.

Yeah, but I was sober when I bought it.

I fucking love you so fucking much.

Mwah!

I mean it.

You're everything to me.

And I promise...

if we do this,

we'll do it right, okay?

What do you think?

Oh, my God.

You know, just the rest of your life.

Okay.

Okay?

- Okay. - Okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

You asshole.

Mm!

- You are fucking crazy. - You're crazy.

You're fucking crazy.

- I love you. - I love you.

That's the wrong finger.

- Oh, shit. - Yeah.

Shit.

- Oh, shit, my shoe. - You couldn't walk in them anyway.

Come on.

We look like we're fleeing the scene of a murder.

I hope we don't get arrested.

Okay, sorry.

Help.

Breakfast burrito.

Bacon.

Cheese. Egg.

- Please, somebody! - Hey!

We're getting married.

We're getting married.

Mm!

Hi, Mom.

The political pressure is not only to help those most in need...

- I wish we could tell the whole world. - Mm.

...whose votes are important and strongly contested...

- You want anything from the corner? - I'm good.

- Okay. Bye. - See you later.

- Morning. - Morning.

- Morning. - Morning.

How was your weekend, Dax?

- It's good. - Okay. Emily?

Not bad. Yours?

I didn't do much.

Mm.

- Morning. - Morning.

- You lock in those box seats? - Garden.

How much do I owe you?

Don't worry about it. Just bring the blonde.

Can't work out if I'm attracted or repulsed by her.

- For one night, who cares? - Jesus, man.

- How we doing? - Just emailed you.

- Luke? - Moments away, Cap'n.

Pretty good mood for a Monday. You cut loose this weekend?

Something like that.

Look, Rory, I think it's undervalued by 20%.

People are going off the hype of the competing line

but no one's watching Congress.

If this new law passes, it'll squeeze Vent's position overseas,

leave a nice opening for Sonic,

who sacrificed the last few months to get up to code.

- A quarter monopoly for new businesses. - In the fastest growing markets.

- I say we increase by 15%. - Easy, cowboy.

They struck gold with the new product line.

They beat everybody. There were lines around the block on the release date.

What about TOC?

I think the CEO's overstating what he thinks they'll earn.

I think they miss their figures. Look...

Word is they've got two empty suits that won't make it till Christmas.

Plus, they dropped the ball on their launch date last spring.

Hey.

Not bad.

Crest Capital, this is Jackie.

You fucked me with that stock.

Let's hope earnings save your ass or I'll be looking for a new analyst.

What is that, old takeout? Clean that shit up.

Barron called again. I've scheduled drinks for Thursday, 5 p.m.

And the L.A. meeting is at three.

Our goal is to create a safer workplace through education.

Today, we are going to focus on topics such as

diversity and inclusion, sexual harassment awareness,

conflict resolution, substance abuse awareness,

and violence prevention.

Fuck you!

Fuck this!

Fuck! Fuck!

- Fuck! - Fuck me.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Should we pause or...?

Fuck! Fuck! You fucking bastards!

While every new chapter can be difficult...

And for what, to make me your fucking lapdog?

Lick your fucking ass?

The first examples will tackle tone and demeanor.

In this situation, we will see Kevin, who works for Phil.

Phil is not happy with Kevin.

No! Fuck you! Get your fucking hands off me!

You fuck off! Get off me!

The fuck you looking at?

Think you'll last another week? Fuck you all!

Fuck you all!

See you on the other side, motherfuckers!

Fuck you all!

Thought he was gonna jump.

Crest Capital, how may I direct your call?

I cut some fat today, so that should boost my capital allocation.

Christmas come early now.

I said, Christmas... No, we're not waiting till fucking Christmas, man.

Third monitor they've replaced this year.

- You think they'll sue? - It's not worth the headache.

You never want to get to litigation and have embarrassing info leak.

- Wall Street Journal test. - Yeah, fair enough.

Ils vont sûrement faire appel à un chasseur de tête.

What a fucking day.

Yeah, I know. Shit.

Quinn's office is like a fucking tornado.

Fuck Quinn, he always dropped the ball.

Who's gonna step up?

I overheard Big Man on a call.

And?

Luke.

- No shit. - Yeah.

He's gonna make PM.

Uh, I think they underestimated the costs for this one.

I hear you're taking over for Quinn.

- What? - Yeah, the guys overheard it on a call.

See?

Um...

Probably best to sell now.

- What about my towel? - Fuck the towel.

- I just washed the sheets. - I'll wash them again.

Oh, shit, it's my mom again.

Sorry, Mom, can't talk now.

I'm about to get the daylights fucked outta me.

No, really.

I wasn't making fun of you. Come on.