Industry

The prime minister's run a mile, I see, which makes sense.

I would too. It's a national disgrace.

And the wolves have been fed Lisa Dearn, but who else is gonna hang for it?

It's always the youngest generation left paying the bill.

Labour spend their time excoriating the Conservatives,

but their scandals look and they smell the same.

It's time for a change. Neither party represents that.

Okay, thank you. Miss Bevan.

"Change" is a very bright and happy word for what you represent.

May I say something to the audience, Amol?

Oh, yes, of course. If they're still listening.

Please, Mr. Stefanowicz, thank you.

- Thanks. Gentlemen. - Shot for shot, sorry.

The man sat just beside me,

he wants the lessons of Tender to be made easy.

Compliance failures, ministerial naivety

criminally-minded anomalies.

But Tender is not an anomaly.

It's the hyperreal and logical end point for what the market state loves.

We must start acknowledging

capitalism is as extractive as it is creative.

And we have to stop pretending that Tender is an alien.

It's a part of us.

The market apparatus will always find its useful scapegoat.

I am complicit.

I sat in meetings with men and women

so impressed by their technocratic affect and words

that I swallowed both as moral neutrality.

I was convinced I was helping my party.

I was not helping my party. I was betraying its first principles.

It's become my job to be seduced, and lobbied, and falsely loved

so that neoliberalism can slowly continue its decades-long project

of gutting the moral architecture of how we govern.

But I am unbowed.

First, we must make financial amends to every unwitting member of the public

that placed money in the very thing that we sanctified.

And from there,

it will be a time for imagination and confrontation.

I find that thrilling.

This Labour government needs to work for you.

Whitney's gone.

Why didn't you tell me about the

the red-top piece?

My uncle and you

not bringing me in.

That's not a partnership.

I agree.

It isn't.

Then help me understand.

I don't love you anymore, Henry.

I don't love you.

Did you ever?

Yes.

Yes.

I want a divorce.

Okay.

Okay, you're not thinking...

You're not thinking rationally.

Look, we're in the eye of the fucking storm here.

It's not a discussion

it's what I want, Henry.

We're Catholic, for fuck's sake.

You can't leave me like this.

Of course I can.

We had a whole future.

Life and the ki

the kids.

Who said I wanted that?

I love you. I love you. Stop. Stop. Please.

Whatever it is that you're feeling

it'll fade.

Ten seconds to open.

- H, you smell like the club. - Checks out.

- I wonder what it's going to feel like. - No need to wonder.

Limit down. Gapped into oblivion. No bid.

It's a black hole.

What's the PNL?

I d...

One hundred and ten million.

- Let's fucking go! - Oh, my God!

- Oh, fuck! - Are you shitting me?

- Oh, my fucking God! Oh, my God! - Harper, close the fucking position.

- Now, please. - Yes.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - Oh, my God. I'm getting blood flow.

- What? - Shit.

Talk to me. - Good morning, Kenny. Yes, Stern...

- Hello, who's this? - Sorry.

Good morning, Kenny. Hi, yeah, Harper Stern.

We would like to start covering

- our Tender short in size, please. - Okay.

The violence of the move is gonna make people panic.

Don't spook the tape any more. Peel some off into the puke.

Prioritize best execution, not speed.

Oh, you got it, my gorgeous little Cassandra.

Be on chat for updates.

Better order some champagne

- and cigars. - Yes!

Wait, you smoke cigars?

No. I desperately need coffee though. So, order whatever you want.

Anything. Everything. Order everything.

Hi...

- Oh, my God. - Can I order some caviar...

- Yes. - and some French toast?

- Pringles. - Yes, please.

And some Casamigos. Can we actually get some chips?

But not... Can we get the McDonald's chips, and not the really soggy ones,

like the ones that are...

Could you possibly go and get some for us, and bring them back?

And when you bring them back in,

you can actually just put the caviar on them, please.

Yeah, that would be great. Thank you so much.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Did you order any Dom?

- I didn't hear you order any Dom. - I'll do it in the next round...

Hey, you've reached Eric Tao. Please leave a message.

It's done.

Call me back, for God's sake.

I think my religious affiliation is slowly becoming big coats.

- Okay! - Like big fucking coats.

It's a watershed moment in a young woman's life

when she stops buying second-hand Prada and buys the actual fucking Prada.

Don't hang up.

I don't have long.

Where are you?

Go to your bedroom.

Don't fucking question it, just do it.

Inside the cabinet. Loose panel, find it.

All right, speak. Where are you?

I'm not gonna say until I know you understand me.

- Fucking speak! - I've seen the headlines.

The institutions that waved us through are looking for their fall guy.

A picture of you in chains is all they need

- to show the system isn't broken. - Yeah, that can be you.

Can it? In that case, where am I? Pretty sure they know where you are.

You wanna turn yourself in?

They'll detain you, pre-trial, freeze it all.

Incarcerate you before you even smell a cell.

- What are you saying? - Our only power is in retreat.

- Running? Fucking running with you? - Repositioning ourselves,

stalling the bloodlust of the investigators.

Without both of us,

no one can fully reconstruct what happened.

This is more fucking bullshit!

I don't think you can afford to not believe me.

Yeah, try me, dickhead.

Cross borders, we're not just fugitives, we become potentially politicized tools.

Politicized in what way?

There's been Russian state interest in our company for some time.

That night in New York at the hotel

they were tightening the noose.

Whitney?

Whitney, am I in danger? Tell me.

You are. You'll be viewed as my accomplice.

This isn't real. This is a fucking nightmare.

For all I know, they could be on their way to your house, right now.

If I...

If I turn myself in,

and make a big fucking spectacle, all in the open,

- no bad actor would take the risk. - Sure. Jail it is.

'Cause no one's ever died in suspicious circumstances

in police custody. We need to disappear.

Temporarily.

Or make no mistake, they will do it for us.

I'll text you via Signal.

I'll let you know where I am, everything is set up and arranged.

Destroy the SIM out of the phone you're using.

Leave everything behind and bring the cash and, Henry, remember

sell me out, you damn us both.

Fuck!

We stay below 5,000 feet as we approach the Channel.

Avoid Heathrow's controlled airspace. Now, I prefer radio silence,

but on approach, I tend to spoof a call sign...

Whatever. I'm paying you to get me there undetected.

I'm not gonna give you notes on how you fulfill that brief.

Well, nobody's moving until we're paid in full.

- The cash is on its way. - Idling here is not an option.

- Thirty minutes, I spit you out. - I said he's on the way.

Gentlemen, when we land and the door opens,

we were told you were consultants flying private.

When you disembark, you're alone.

I knew I'd see you again very soon.

You need to tell me

exactly where we're going and how it ensures my safety... right now.

I had that made a couple months ago as optionality.

You made the right call, trust me.

We're stronger together.

What the fuck is this thing?

That took a lot of work.

- I'm protecting you. - No, no, no, no, no.

You said this was

temporary.

This isn't temporary.

You're transporting me.

- I'm not a partner, I'm an asset. - I don't know what that means.

Yeah, no, no. Of course not, because

when people see through you, you deflect,

or feign ignorance.

You change the subject because you can't be the subject.

You can't bear the scrutiny.

I'm your leverage. I'm the guy you hide behind or trade away.

You know, there is dignity to knowing your place.