Industry

Did you feel threatened?

I... can't be sure

that he didn't lock

the door for privacy.

Did he take out the key?

I don't remember.

But you were scared?

The motivation's not the issue.

Locking a female graduate

in the office

against her will

is totally unacceptable.

Harper...

wouldn't Pierpoint

be better off?

Hey. Did you go home

with Greg?

No.

Where is he anyway?

He could barely stand

when I left him.

He promised me

he'd leave his car.

I'm a massive fan

of his hangovers.

Are you going home

for Christmas?

No.

Yeah, me neither.

It's a weird time of year.

If you want to busy yourself,

I'm around.

Harpsichord. Um, I need you.

I'm taking

the new missus to the Alps.

Yeah. I've never been,

but I hear its fucking cold.

You eat sandwiches

all year.

Now I show you how they taste.

I thought this happened

in January.

It does for other people.

So why are you

giving it to me now?

Because I want to.

Because I can.

Because you deserve it.

Why do I deserve it?

You can't look at a number

like that on paper

with your name next to it

and still doubt yourself.

That's not logical.

You're allowed to thank me.

Thank you.

Whoo!

Mr. Greg Grayson,

ladies and gentlemen.

Look who's turned up.

It's the world's

most consistently hungover man.

Mr. White Privilege,

Silver Spoon himself.

I give you... the nonce!

Last night was biblical.

Where's the Mickey D's?

You come in blasted past 9:00,

you buy McDonald's for the team.

You know that, Greg.

You don't look like

you've been home.

He's been brassing.

See, he's got that brassy look.

You know, I didn't have him

as a brass hound,

but he's definitely

been brassing.

Harps.

Yes?

Pass me the thing.

The script?

What?

No. that's-- Eric, that's--

Whoa! What?

Don't be shy.

This is for an audience, right?

We're an audience.

"Not an Exit" by Greg Grayson.

"I've had ramen,

I've had chilli salt squid,

pak choi and gyoza.

Because I no longer

have a job."

'Cause it's a comedy.

It's work in progress, Eric.

Obviously.

Hey, is-- is this job

not good enough for you?

You seem to have forgotten

how lucky you are to be here.

Or maybe you've been bred

to sleepwalk into this place,

through your life.

Must be nice.

You know what time it is?

It's time to wake the fuck up!

Wake up.

Wake up!

Hey, Greg, I know-- I know

a guy high up at Fox.

Fuck me,

that was a bit strong.

Harper, I want to introduce you

to some market movers tonight.

And we've got

Harvard's endowment coming.

Daria,

what did you learn at HBS?

Uh, it was the world's

most expensive networking event.

It's a waste of money.

Harpsichord, if you would

accompany me,

be my plus one?

She can't.

Why?

I need her on the desk.

A client's asked about the Fed.

They may trade any surprise,

and she's gonna book it.

I don't want her doing that.

Well, she already agreed to it.

Is this true?

Um... yes.

Suit yourselves.

Uh, you're gonna miss

a bit of the party.

No, that's cool.

Rishi, Pierpoint.

Ah, Trust Fund Terry.

You coming to the party?

Please give generously.

Is this for retardeds?

I'm so sorry, I don't think

I have any cash.

That's for the both of us.

Anyone got a clue which accounts

are coming tonight?

Shouldn't you know that?

How about the chap

from Silver Kite. Is he coming?

Fucking hell, Wyndy,

are you trying to

actually manage someone here?

I am actually

a very good manager, Jackie.

Very hands-off.

Because I trust people.

But, yes, I have been

totally fucking negligent here.

What's going on?

It was great.

Yeah, she really stepped up.

She's been doing

really well recently.

So where's the ticket?

He has gone a bit cold.

Better warm him up, then.

If he does come,

you should lead.

Pierpoint, Ken speaking.

Ha, no, not tonight, mate.

Taking it easy.

Yeah, that's right,

the big figure.

Yeah, no problem, man. Bye.

Did a gibbon

just spunk in my ear,

or did you say

you're going sober

at the Christmas party?

I'm having a night off.

Have you got anything

on dollar positioning pre-Fed?

You've come here to ask me

a work-related question?

You could have just, like, IB'd.

But then I wouldn't get

to see you.

I got you this.

Hello, Chuck.

Chuck the fuck. Happy Christmas.

Yes, it's horrible to hear

your voice as well.

It'll be even worse to see you

tonight, but we do what we must.

Kenny's kinda

like your work husband.

Don't fucking say that.