Succession

One more.

Okay, how's that, sir?

-Like a glass fucking slipper. -Okay, good, hold on, hold on.

-Let me get you. -(GRUNTS)

There. All set.

I think I might need a piss.

You wanna go back up? You don't want another--

No, no, no, let's-- let's get on with it.

I can do it.

One-two. One-two.

Hi, um,

Bianca won't let me feed Megathump a piece of my bagel.

-So... -Okay, put-- put Bianca on.

-Here. Hi.

Yeah?

I looked it up and rabbits aren't supposed to eat bagels.

Okay, Bianca.

Let the rabbit have some bagel.

Those rules are for fuckheads who're gonna go to Tampa

and leave a rabbit with a Big Gulp

and a dozen cinnamon raisin.

One-- A little is not gonna hurt. Yeah?

Our top story this morning is, of course...

Okay, thanks, bye, Soph!

...that the fate of media giant Waystar Royco

hangs in the balance.

Great insight, Steve.

The fiftieth anniversary of the media giant has proven to be somewhat...

Okay, Shadow Chamber!

HQ of the hashtag resistance!

What up? How are we feeling?

-Rise and grind, baby! -Hell yeah!

The proxy battle between founder chairman Logan Roy...

-What's his ETA? Your dad's en route.

...Maesbury Capital banner is currently "too close to call."

The sides have spent close to 100 million dollars

fighting a battle to win the hearts, minds, and votes

of corporate investors and small shareholders.

-Uh, group on the table. -Positions are entrenched.

So, it's down to the shareholders to decide.

-And we'll bring you the outcome... -All right. Shut up, Steve Cox.

...and all the reaction as soon as it comes in.

Yo, yo! You sweating me, On Golden Pond?

Have we got a deal or what?

Ken, I would privately like to transmit

a certain degree of trepidation.

There he is! The Panic Meister cooking up his sweaty spaghetti.

So, what-- what bullshit are you selling me today, Frank?

We haven't had a breakthrough,

and Logan is definitely willing to let this go to a vote.

He's not gonna fuck this, is he?

I'm just thinking, if we need it,

is there a backchannel here?

It might be nice to let

Moscow know what Washington's thinking today.

So we don't all stumble into Armageddon.

Yeah, let's-- let's keep this channel open.

Eagles Aerie out!

Will you sit out front today, Kerry? I need to know

what the temperature is amongst the shit-munchers.

Sure. Um, so in that case, I'm gonna leave you with these.

-Oh, yeah. No, no. -You'll remember?

-You don't want me to-- Okay. -Yeah, I got it covered.

Fuck!

Where are they?

Okay, here they come.

So, how are Sandy and Stewy?

How we lookin'?

How'd you fuck it up?

Total breakdown. They wanted the moon on a stick.

Two 5:00 a.m. nights.

If we lose control, just...

wake me up to tell me my career's over, okay?

Oh, fuck! Was--

Was there a deal there?

I don't know.

No concessions.

I mean, four board seats.

That's ridiculous. What-- It's...

full fat for them and corndogs and toenails for us.

I think, at the end of the day, to settle,

the clause Sandy really wants

is that Logan Roy henceforth sits on a corkscrew and spins.

-Yeah. Hard to give that.

Okay, well, then we're down to a vote.

We're climbing into the vote boat.

Great. Voting. Let's just throw it open

to the fucking retired janitors of Idaho.

Maya! Where are we?

Uh, too close to call.

Some shareholders won't vote till they hear your father, so...

Well, those pussies aren't gonna bail once they hear God speak.

Uh... (SCOFFS) We're gonna lose the company.

We're gonna lose the fucking company today.

-No. No. If Josh Aaronson is against,

it is hard to see how you win this

with a clear margin.

Is this what we pay the proxy solicitor team for?

You know, if I were to give Greg five million,

he'd go, "Ooh, it looks bad!" You know?

-Hey! Here I am. I made it. The cavalry has arrived.

Great, it's so essential you're here.

-Thanks. -Um, so, the news is,

is tomorrow we're all gonna try to look for jobs

in the same branch of Target.

-That's funny. -Yeah.

-That's good. -Thanks.

Where's Pop? I wanna spitball.

Uh, yeah, maybe not today, Con.

Not the best day for a chat. No time.

Oh, bummer.

I guess he'll have to make time, Madam Secretary.

Unless he wants me to go public

and take a big blacklight to our semen-stained family scrapbook,

maybe he ought to fit me in, yeah?

Okay. -I'm hungry.

Hey, here he is! The Big Beast.

Ready to kick ass with his big ass-kicking boot!

So, you heard where we're at?

Uh-huh.

Karl? Gerri?

Uh...

I guess, delay the vote.

Squeeze Sandy and Stewy's airtime.

Run the long versions of the speeches.

I emailed a list of assigned shareholders

for last-minute persuasion.

Hmm.

Good. Good.

Okay, yes.

And that's it?

There's nothing else we can do?

What about the Raisin?

Well, the White House is shitting fuel rods

at the tone change.

PGN is running with "Memory Gate,"

and they're calling for him to release tests.

And there's a lot of calls coming in but we're sandbagging.

Good, good, press for something.

A statement. Rumor of a statement.

Anything before the vote that looks like a win

and turns the temperature of the DOJ down.

Great, uh-huh, late in the day, very late in the day.

But potentially, all the more useful.

-Good. -Good.

Yo, yo! Come on in.

-Leave your fucking lanyard at the door. -Ha, ha.

Welcome to the real annual meeting.

What's up, man? -What's up?

Shouldn't you be on a rainbow soapbox somewhere,

screaming, "Time's up"?

Right, yeah, well, without family control,

I can't change things.

And that's actually what I'm about. Change.

Well, you should save it for Vanity Fair, bro. I'm all good.

Whatever. Look.

My only agenda today...

right now, is find a deal that works for both of us.

Cool. Okay. Bullshit.

I'm your most powerful ally in the company.

I know...

your financing's starting to wobble.

You don't want to risk everything

on a dice roll of a vote any more than we do.

Well, we lose, we walk.

We just move to the next company.

Yeah? With a 50 million hole in your pocket?

You want something out of this. Sandy wants to hurt my dad.

-So let's make this happen. -Hmm.

I've got an inside track with my dad right now.

He's one hundred percent ready to take this to a vote.

Fucking...

-That would be very stupid, Ken. Stewy, I know

you guys have been angling for a better deal,

and you don't think there's any risk taking this to the brink,

but I know for a fact you're not gonna get one.

He's a psychopathic narcissist.

He thinks he can take this to the floor,

drag back the undecideds with his...

beefy Logan voodoo, and win outright.

And, you know, I don't know. Who's to say he can't?

So, you know, dude, just...

come back to the table, make a deal. It's there.

And...

you know...

at this point, it's just managing egos.

Hmm.

Hey, Logan.

It's Stewy Hosseini.

Shall I?

Hey, Stewy, what's up?

Uh-huh.

Okay, hold on.

They wanna meet.

They have thoughts.

Okay, right, we're on.

"They have thoughts"? What kind of thoughts?

They have ideas for a deal space for a settlement.

Fucking A! Yeah.

So let's do it. Okay.