♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
NEWS ANCHOR: In terms of M&A action,
we're hearing that GoJo and Waystar
could seal their long-gestated deal as soon as tomorrow.
Word is that regulatory concerns have receded.
So Lukas Matsson may soon take control
of the deceased Logan Roy's empire
to add to his streaming, betting,
sports, and socials everything app
- to create that all-singing... - KENDALL ROY: All right.
Okay, okay. Carpe the diem, people.
(CYRUS TELLIS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
KENDALL: Hey, hey! Okay.
Telly! Let's run this, uh, board presentation, shall we?
- Yeah, great. Thanks. (SIGHS) - Good stuff.
- So, uh... - KENDALL: What?
Just Stewy. That was his guy,
- and, um... - Yeah?
Yeah, I don't think we got him.
Uh-huh.
Cool. Cool.
(INHALES DEEPLY) Really?
- Where is he? - Um...
KENDALL: Get me him direct. It might be smokescreen.
I think... Yeah, that'll be-- that'll be smokescreen.
I can pull in Stew.
- Ken, I-- - (SIGHS) Man.
I don't think we have the shareholders,
and I don't think we have the board numbers to stop this.
I'll get the votes.
Uh, if we had more time, but by tomorrow?
- I'll get the votes. - Ken, we...
You wanna just, uh, outline the path here?
Okay. I got fucking me, I got Ewan,
I got Paul, I got Dewi. Locked.
- So, yeah? - Mm-hmm. Okay, great. And?
And I still think I can get Stewy.
I think maybe Sonya.
Maybe Frank. There are multiple, multiple routes.
Right now, you have four, and one of them...
And is Roman even gonna show? Is he gonna vote?
Don't worry about Roman.
- But just where does he stand? - KENDALL: I don't know.
I don't know. I don't know. I don't fucking know. Okay?
I don't know.
Okay? Does that make you feel better?
- (SCOFFS) - KENDALL: I don't know where he is.
I don't know where he stands. But I got him. Okay?
I fucking got this, Telly Bear.
♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Okay! I think they lost Stewy.
He's wonked. So that means we got...
(LAUGHS) ...Kendall in the trunk,
all trussed up and ready to fucking bake!
- Yeah? - It's good.
Okay. 'Cause, you know, we got me, obviously...
Here. Uh... me, Simon, Frank,
Sandy and Sandi, locked. And then Stewy. I--
Look, he talks a lot of shit, but I think he's gonna stay.
He's not gonna split. 'Cause money, honey, right?
So, then we got Diane Liu, Sonya.
And then we-- we have it.
Then, if we peel off Dewi, Paul, and Ewan,
then there's only, like... is that...
Ken and Rome in the against.
That's fuckin'... And Rome might not even show up
from whatever jerk dungeon he's being pity-spanked in.
You happy?
- Very happy. Very... yeah. - SHIV ROY: Uh-huh. Yeah. Good.
Success! Yeah.
Oh, and, uh, I'm checking in on Frank,
if you wanna still do the old-school signing?
- Perfect. - You know, um, me as new CEO?
Yes? Uh, and your list? What's-- what's on--
You wanna talk Tom?
Or I know you've been thinking about ATN?
And just-- just say out loud. It's no big deal for me.
Well, we've, uh, we've had some
initial, like, um, vibe meets, um...
Yeah, I mean, he's shitting himself. (LAUGHS)
Yeah. Well, the delta between a guy
and a 10x guy is...
is obviously life and death,
- and ATN is central. So... - SHIV: Sure.
(SIGHS) Tom. Tom.
Yeah. I don't know. Um... what do you think?
Okay. Well, he's very competent, but if he irks you,
or it's complicated, it is okay.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
He is very plausible corporate matter,
but he's also just a highly interchangeable modular part.
And I would say that to his face.
Okay.
Okay, but if we wanted continuity
because there's been a lot of changes...
You know, ATN is going gangbusters,
and he is well-liked. So if he were to stay on,
that would also be okay with me.
- Okay, good to know. - SHIV: Yeah.
This is separate feelings aside,
Tom will honestly suck the biggest dick in the room.
- That's just my assessment. - Love is in the air.
- SHIV: Mm-hmm. Yeah. - (CELL PHONE BUZZING)
SHIV: Uh, sorry. Excuse me.
Uh, yeah. Just one sec. Hi!
CAROLINE COLLINGWOOD: (OVER PHONE) Hello, darling.
Uh, is it-- How-- How are things going?
Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Good. Good. Thanks.
CAROLINE: Great.
I just wanted to know if there was any chance of you coming?
(SIGHS) Yeah. I mean-- Look, I would love to,
but I think, you know, fuckin' schedules
- and-- and board. - CAROLINE: Yeah, I know, but...
Well, there's somebody here I think you might want to see.
I promised I wouldn't say, but it's...
one of your brothers. And it's not Kendall.
Oh. Okay. Well, let me crack the code.
CAROLINE: I just thought you'd like to know.
Uh. Yeah, well...
Let me have a think. But let's...
Yeah, let's try and... Let's try and make this work. Shall we?
Great.
That okay? That profile bullshit.
- LUKAS MATSSON: The cartoon? - SHIV: Yeah.
I think it's funny.
- SHIV: Yeah? - Like...
"Oh, look at me! Look at me!"
- Uh-huh. Yeah, 'cause I-- - (CHUCKLES) It's good. Yeah.
'Cause I can get the-- the journalist, you know,
- maybe take the online? - LUKAS: No, no.
I don't give a fuck. People always try to fuckin'...
- get at me, you know? - SHIV: Okay.
LUKAS: They can't.
Uh, look, that was-- that was, uh,
an associate of mine,
indicating they got a fix on Roman.
So why don't I just fuckin' go and nail Roman as well?
It would be so nice just to get unanimity across the board.
You know, all of us smiling in public, just...
just nice, clean start for the start of our reign.
- All right. - SHIV: Yeah? 'Cause, you know, corporate narrative.
If we're on separate sides,
it looks like Lady Macbeth Part Two.
And that's not... It would be...
It would, just in an-- It would be nice,
in an abundance of caution, just to...
- close nice. - Yeah, yeah.
Great. All right. Call me whenever, wherever.
- LUKAS: Yeah. - I'm available. Okay? Yeah?
- Let's fuckin' do this. Yeah? - LUKAS: Go get him.
- (CELL PHONE RINGS) - Hey, Shiv.
What are you hearing?
Uh, Rome's at my mom's.
So I'm on my way to bag him. I'm looking for unanimity.
Okay. He's at your mom's?
And have you spoken to Lukas?
Um, am I for the chop?
(SIGHS) Yeah, I mean, I'm trying.
TOM WAMBSGANS: Okay. I'm just-- I'm-- I got a bad feeling.
We've-- we've booked me in for the third hang.
It's excruciating. I'm just-- I'm scared
he's gonna want to play online games,
and I'll be running into a wall for hours. You know?
Tom. Hey, Tom, can we have a real conversation?
Uh-huh.
SHIV: Okay. So, on the Matsson stuff,
I'll do what I can. I'm trying. But, uh, with us,
I just-- I wanted to get a few things straight.
Yeah. I just-- Yeah. I just want it to be really nice.
And we should-- we should, uh, Czechoslovakia it. You know?
We should make it all lovely velvet,
parting of the ways.
So, for you, there's-- there's not anything left?
Well, how do you mean?
Uh, well, I-- I wondered if...
You know, I guess I thought it might be worth raising.
Are there any, uh, positives
about the nightmare we've shared?
As in?
I guess if-- if there was anything there.
Uh... If there was, then it would be so convenient.
Yeah, well, it would be incredibly convenient
because you would be married to your husband.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah, exactly.
And then when you think of the scheduling, it's...
it's mess free.
Yeah. You've fallen in love finally.
You've, uh, you've fallen in love
with our scheduling opportunities.
Uh-huh.
And I would also, you know, I would love to...
not to have, uh...
You don't like to fail a test, do you, Siobhan?
Well...
Uh, look.
I know that we've said the worst things.
But I...
I think I've always just been scared
in relationships of, uh...
you know, like...
the underneaths.
You know, what's the worst thing a person thinks? But we know.
But... once you've said and done the worst things,
you're kind of free.
Yeah, I guess-- I guess my question is...
are you interested in a real relationship?
Honest to God, I don't know... Shiv.
I just... I, uh...
I just don't know.
Okay. Sure. Right. Bye.
KENDALL: Stewy. Stewy, bro. Don't hide from me.
I can see you from up here.
Come with me, Stew. We can win this. Okay?
(NEWS REPORTER SPEAKING ON TV)
- Ken. - KENDALL: Yeah?
Roman.
- From Greg and Ratfucker Sam. - Okay.
- Okay, now we're talking. - Yeah.
(WHISTLES SOFTLY)
(PHONE RINGING)
- CAROLINE: Hello, darling. - Hey, Mom.
So, I hear Romey might be there.
Listen, I'm sorry I couldn't make your get-together,
but I need to speak to Roman very urgently.
No recriminations. But it's life-or-death.
Is he there?
(CHUCKLES) Um...
(STAMMERS) I-- I can't say.
Oh, you can't say? Well, he needs to come back.
Is he planning to come back for tomorrow?
That's for you to decide, all of you. I-- I--
He-- he's very fragile.
Uh-huh.
And-- and is Shiv there? Is she coming?
I don't want to get into a lot of business, all right?
I want-- I'd love for the whole family to be here.
But if it's going to be thumbscrews,
I'd rather it didn't happen in my house.
Okay, I'm coming. I'm coming. I'll be there, Mom.
- We have him. We have him. New Jess, New Jess. - HUGO BAKER: All right. Great.
I'm-- I'm flying out. Uh, I'll be back tonight,
early tomorrow latest, small team.
We just up-- I'll-- I'll put this together on the move.
- Okay? - HUGO: 'Kay. Yup.
- Let's get him. Let's bag him and tag him. - HUGO: Okay.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- SHIV: Hey! How you doing? - Hey, welcome.
Shit! The fuck happened to you?
- Hello, hello. How lovely. - SHIV: Hi.
- (SHIV KISSES) - Oh, wonderful.
I see you've brought your underling with you.
SHIV: Yeah, well, got a lot going on.
What the fuck happened, man?
Oh yeah, I just had a discussion with some of your pals
about the merits of liberal democracy.
- Yeah. - Okay, well, it's...
It's good that you're here, I guess.
You can rest and recuperate.
CAROLINE: Looks a lot better than he did.
I couldn't look at him when he first arrived.
Oh, that's true. Peter did my eye drops.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah. Bless him, though.
There's something about eyes. They just kind of, ugh,
- revolt me. - SHIV: Uh, eyes?
Like-- like human eyes we all have?
Yeah, I don't like to think of all these blobs of jelly
rolling around in your head.
- Just... face eggs. - SHIV: Oh!
Anyway, come on in.
The place hasn't changed. Still full of leaks.
- SHIV: Yeah. - CAROLINE: Seem to have landed myself
in the only hellhole in paradise.
- ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - KENDALL: Pick up, Stewy.
Pick up, pick up, pick up. Stewy.
Stewy. Stewy, there you are.
Are you with me? Talk to me.
Good man. Good man.
I knew you wouldn't do me dirty like that.
Oh, I'm-- I'm just, uh, making a pit stop.
I found Roman. I mean, I always had Roman,
but this is just like "nailed" nailed.
Okay.
With Lawrence Yee? Vaul-- Vaulter Lawrence?
Okay.
What shape does that make?
(LOUDLY) Romey!
Where are you?
Hello, hello. The hunt for Red fucking October is over!
Hey, Portia.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
KENDALL: Aha! Well, well, well.
- Look at this fucking family scene. - ROMAN ROY: Hello.
- Just easy. - You okay, man?
- Easy. - The fuck happened to your face?
- He's fragile. Yeah? Just easy. - What happened to your face?
- He's fragile? - Dude, fuck you. Fragile. I'm not fragile. What?
Just back up, yeah?
- Just take it easy. - Back up?
- Yeah. - What? I'm-- I'm just arriving for a cup of fuckin' tea.
- You missed teatime. - Okay. Well, you're being very aggressive. Yeah?
- Rome? - Yeah. Hello.
- Just calm down. - I'm calm. Can we talk?
- Okay? - ROMAN: Oh, God. I don't-- Don't--
- We gotta talk. They're fucked. - Okay. Don't talk to me that way. Okay?
Yeah, they're fucked. You're fucked. We're fucked.
Everyone's fucked. Don't bullshit me, man. I don't like that.
- KENDALL: What is this? - What's what?
Did you get your little fucking screwdriver in on him?
- You pry him open? - No. No.
- Rome, that's bullshit. We're in this. - ROMAN: Yeah?
- We're in this, man. - Yeah. Yeah.
- What's going on? - KENDALL: She's doing a number on you, man.
- Hey. Hey, Mom. Hey. - CAROLINE: Hello, darling.
- Yes. Hi. - Are we all right?
Yeah. I just need to talk to Roman.
- Well, I'm looking after Roman. - You're not looking after me, Mom. Okay?
- Well, let's be civil, please? - I'm just-- I'm here. That's what I'm doing. It's fine.
- KENDALL: Rome. - What?
- You promised me. - Did I?
- You promised you wouldn't do this. - I don't recall saying the word.
- KENDALL: You promised you wouldn't change your mind. - Well, maybe I did, I'm sorry,
and whoops, I don't give a fuck.
This is fucking DEFCON 1.
Okay?
The world is pivoting on you.
The world is turning
- on a fucking clown here. - (ROMAN GROANS)
- Okay, you're a fucking clown, man. - KENDALL: Look at you.
Look at you, man. You're a clown.
Living in fucking dream world.
You don't have it. You don't have it. You don't have it.
So why you tryna, like, fucking get into me?
- Roman needs some peace and quiet. - I have Ewan. I have Paul.
- ROMAN: Roman needs everyone to fuck off! I'm fine. - I have Dewi and I have Stewy.
I was in a very violent fight, which I won, by the way, but I'm fine.
- No, you don't. - KENDALL: Yes, I do.
Just back the fuck off, okay? Everyone just stop talking.
Okay, I'll leave you alone. I'll go if you just tell me how you're voting.
Right. That's not backing off. You're still talking.
- KENDALL: Just tell me how you're voting. - I don't want you to talk.
- KENDALL: Come on. Man up. - Thanks, Mom. This was great. Thank you.
- KENDALL: I need you to man up here, Roman. - ROMAN: I'm going.
- Don't go fucking hide and-- - Please don't follow me. Don't talk.
Well, are you staying to dinner,
or just in and out with all the shouting?
I'd love it if it wasn't a horror show.
I can't-- I have-- There's a huge board meeting.
"Huge board meeting!" Gosh. What an event!
That's never happened before in my life.
I've never had my plans ruined by a huge board meeting before.
Well, I would love to. I'm in for dinner.
- CAROLINE: Great. - He might be busy.
You gotta call some people, yeah?
You're-- He's losing, so he's very busy.
Yeah, that would be nice, Mom. That would be nice.
- I-- I got nowhere to be. - CAROLINE: Great.
LUKAS: What do you think, man?
What do I think? Uh, the colors go well.
- I think it's... - Trippy, dude.
Lukas. A second, please?
TOM: More hang. More fucking hanging
than a dictator's birthday.
Hey. "The colors go well." Is that a sentence?
- Does that make sense? - Yeah. "The colors go well."
- "The colors go well together."
- "The colors go well." - Yeah, that's okay.
- "The colors just go well." - Greg, you're here for the hang.
So, you know, to jump in on the little, you know,
little awkward social beats.
You gotta be like-- like fucking social putty,
Okay? You're letting me swing.
Okay? He's gonna fucking fire me. I know it.
I need ears and eyes out.
You know, like, on the assistant loop. Ebba.
Like, is he planning to kill me?
If he wins, if he gets in,
you are fucked. You're fucked.
All right. Well, he likes me, so...
You? You, 200K?
The highest paid assistant in human history?
It's new management, bro.
You're gonna get busted down to 20, 30, 40K.
- Stop it. - TOM: You know? Seriously.
And if I get fired, I think you are fucked.
- Well-- - TOM: It's the family death march.
- ♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - (WAVES CRASHING)
- Early bird catches the Rome? - Well, you know. Yeah.
Just a...
couple of things you might be interested in.
- I got Stewy back. - SHIV: Oh, yeah?
Sure. Well, you know,
even if he's telling the truth, and you managed to get Roman,
seven still plays six, so I'm... I'm not sweating it.
Oh, yeah. Also...
according to my sources,
Matsson is talking to Lawrence Yee.
- Vaulter Lawrence. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.
KENDALL: So... you knew that?
Yeah. (SNIFFS)
Oh, hey. Look at this fucking scorpion party.
- SHIV: Hi. - All right, who wants a piece of me?
Pay a buck, take a pop at the human fucking vote.
Why don't I just cut my arms off?
I can give one to each of you to take home with,
and then maybe you'll fuck off.
KENDALL: You want some rum punch?
Uh, hey. I was, uh... So, I was thinking,
and this is just a spitball,
but when this goes through, for you guys,
remember how hot you were for The Hundred?
You know, could I...
relinquish my part of the IP and...
Oh, right. That is very thoughtful. Wow.
So you'll, like, get us a job at the mall?
Like, teach us the value of real money?
Rome, come on. I'm like...
I'm trying to be realistic about, um,
- finding nice shapes here, for when I'm in there. - KENDALL: Hmm. That's nice.
SHIV: Well, it is nice.
You know, actually, I would love for both of you to support me
- taking over the firm. - Uh-huh.
SHIV: What?
Oh, oh. Because I'm moving forward,
my kid loses access to its uncles, yeah?
- Well that's... Okay. Manipulative. - No, come on.
I mean, what's it gonna do without all the-- the sexist and homophobic jokes?
Don't fucking try and play us, Shiv.
Like, stop fucking gloating.
You've got your hands on my throat, yeah?
So don't be all fucking Joan of Waystar.
All right, well, I don't know what to say.
'Cause you...
You know, you fucking grabbed the crown, the two of you.
Dad died, and you fucking...
You grabbed the crown and pushed me out.
So I don't know why I'm the cunt here?
Cunt is as cunt does.
(CHUCKLING) Oh, amazing.
Wow, Cicero on the-- on the wheels of steel.
And fuck off. Okay? I won.
And I'm sorry for winning. But I did.
Sorry. I'm sorry. And you know what?
I'm actually tired of saying fucking sorry.
I played it better,
so why don't you take it like a man and just eat it?
My, what a lovely evening on the terrace.
(WAVES CRASHING)
TOM: How was your seabass?
Those, uh, those cod cheeks were a worthy opponent.
Hmm. No, it was-- it was fine.
Sometimes, I feel like every fish in the city
is the same piece of Xeroxed branzino. You know?
Totally, totally. Yeah, I think we may have been badly advised.
- I think Greg fucked it. Yeah. - WAITER: Fini, messieurs?
Merci beaucoup. (CHUCKLES)
Man.
How do you feel about, uh, soft pitching me?
- On Tom. - Oh.
Just, you know, the main slide.
On me? As in my value to keep me? Sure. Yeah.
Yeah. I can sing for my supper. (CHUCKLES)
Uh, well, no. Um. So, yeah, as a manager,
I think, you know, I'm-- I'm simple.
You know, I squeeze the costs and juice the revenue.
Follow the boss.
You know, I, uh, digest strategy and implement.
Like, for, you know, cruises, for example,
is shit-gobbling and firefighting.
- Num, num, num, num. - TOM: Yes. (CHUCKLES) And ATN is money.
You know, I'm cutting heads and harvesting eyeballs.
It's pretty...
Yeah, pretty simple really.
I give the customer what he wants.
I don't think it's my place to offer dietary advice.
You know, if they want red meat and boiling tar, then...
- buon appetito. Right? - (LUKAS CHUCKLES)
And on a hang level, who would you say you are?
Who am I? Um...
Huh. That's a good one. (LAUGHS)
I'm a grinder. I grind 'cause I worry.
I worry all night about everything.
All the, uh, threats to... to me and to my, um...
(CLEARS THROAT) ...my division and my physical body. And I...
I, uh, I have an excess of vigilance,
I think, and I have a very, very high tolerance
for pain and physical discomfort.
Can I-- can I be frank with you?
- Can-- can you be discreet? - Fuck yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT) So, the thing is, um,
with Shiv, uh...
And with the votes coming up and all,
can we keep this, like, close to our chests
- until I know my numbers? - Oh, sure.
I think it's all fine. It's just I... (SIGHS)
I have this thing with-- with her, um, which is like...
Like is it-- is it a bit too much? You know?
- Okay. The cartoon? - No. Fuck the cart--
That was funny. I enjoyed that. No.
She was kind of pushy on the India tactics.
And at first, I thought
family continuity would be an upside.
- You know? But... - TOM: Mm-hmm.
She-- she is... She is smart. But...
I got plenty of ideas, okay?
I don't know if I need more ideas.
I was in need a little bit of the political connection,
you know, but it turns out it's fucking easy.
(CHUCKLING) It really is, you know? And with Ebba,
and blah, blah, blah. It's...
- I know everything. Okay? - You do.
I think you-- I mean, you do, man.
- LUKAS: I do. - Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Yeah. Plus, with Shiv, there's also...
You know, um...
She...
- (CHUCKLES) She's somewhat... - (TOM CHUCKLES)
Um...
We're a bit clickety-clickety, if you know what I'm saying.
- Right. Like... - A little bit...
I wanna fuck her, um, a-- a little bit.
And I think, under...
Sorry to get weird, but, like, the right circumstances...
she... I think she'd fuck me, too.
Uh-huh.
Is this making you uncomfortable?
- I'm sorry if it's weird, or... - No, no. We're men.
Yeah, I can't deal with the mess of that, you know?
So then I was thinking, "Well, if I can have
fucking anyone in the world..."
(CHUCKLES) "...why don't I get the guy
who put the baby inside her instead of the baby lady?"
Yeah?
- LUKAS: Just... - Right.
Right. Well... I could do it.
- LUKAS: 'Cause... - I could definitely, easily,
- definitely do it. - LUKAS: I need an American
'cause I don't wanna scare the horses.
ATN being the-- the profit center.
Mencken likes you,
if that happens, you know? You, um...
You're fucking talented. So, uh...
But also, honestly...
I'm not looking for a partner.
You know? I'm looking for a front man.
- Mm-hmm. - LUKAS: 'Cause, um...
we're gonna cut shit close to the bone.
We're gonna get right fucking in there.
It's gonna get nasty. Uh... So I need a pain sponge...
when I'm under the hood doing... (GROWLS)
...what I love, you know?
- TOM: Sure. - That's kind of what I'm after.
- So, would that be a problem? - Nah.
- No, man. Nah. I could do it. - Logan Mark II.
Only this time he's fucking sexy! (LAUGHS)
Yeah, do you want to do some shots?
- Yes. Yeah. - Should we... Yeah?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Let's get a little loose, baby. - Okay.
- Oskar! - Yeah?
(BOTH SPEAKING SWEDISH)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
GREG HIRSCH: Tom.
Motherfucker.
- What? - (SOFTLY) Motherfucker.
Wait, are you-- Are-- Is it-- (STAMMERS)
Are you keeping your job?
- Am-- am I? - We're going to be okay, Greg.
- We will be okay. - (STAMMERS) Which is it?
You're gonna get castrated on pay, like decimated.
But I think I can keep you. Okay?
- (SIGHS) - Keep an eye on. Piss man, out.
Okay.
Shit.
- LUKAS: Gregory! Hey! - OSKAR GUDJOHNSON: Have a drink!
LUKAS: You want a shot? We're doing shots.
- If we're doing shots, yeah! - OSKAR: Of course, of course you are.
OSKAR: Yeah, you can handle some vodka, right?
- Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. - From the-- from the motherland.
(SPEAKING SWEDISH)
(BOTH SPEAKING SWEDISH)
(LUKAS SPEAKING SWEDISH)
(OSKAR SPEAKING SWEDISH)
(SPEAKING SWEDISH)
(OSKAR SPEAKING SWEDISH)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
It's going to be hearty fare, but modest rations.
Surprise, surprise.
Well, I knew you wouldn't be hungry in this heat.
Anyway, we can fill up on brekkie tomorrow.
That horrible place where I think someone from Pink Floyd
did a poo in the swimming pool.
Yeah, we'll need to be getting back, Mom.
- CAROLINE: Really? - Stop Shiv selling our birthright.
Well, actually, to continue on with Dad's plans and wishes.
CAROLINE: Oh, please, can we just not?
You know, I'm really happy to have you all here,
and I-- I want to say...
(STAMMERING) For what it's worth,
I don't want to stick my snout in too far,
maybe I'm wondering whether this offer from that awful man
isn't a perfect opportunity to, you know,
say farewell, open a new chapter.
That's always been my view.
Are we gonna get an apology? For Italy?
Well, yeah. I mean, in some ways,
in a way, there... Yeah.
If she thinks we should sell, there's continuity.
It's my view. And I'm sorry if you've been determined
to make something squalid out of it.
Is this a set up?
- CAROLINE: Set--? - Is that what this is? Shiv? You... (STAMMERS)
You trying to tie Mummy's apron strings
- around Romey's nuts? - SHIV: What?
CAROLINE: I'm going to get Peter.
I'm gonna get Peter and his friend because...
- Peter! - PETER MUNION: Coming!
- His friend Jonathan and he have got a scheme... - PETER: Coming, darling.
...they want to talk to you about.
- Jonathan's an absolute wiz. - KENDALL: A scheme that they wanna talk to us about.
- Roman, you hearing this? - He's just been going through some shitty stuff recently.
Hello. Hello, all.
- CAROLINE: This is Jonathan. - KENDALL: Do I smell an agenda?
- Hi. - KENDALL: Is this a fucking pitch, is that what this is?
- PETER: It might seem inappropriate-- - ROMAN: No, not at all.
No, it might seem inappropriate, but it's not,
because your mother's been kind enough to, uh, allow me
to, uh, get you before the vultures.
Because, frankly, the margins on this thing are just
so creamy that I honestly would feel like a terrible shit...
- Are you hearing this? - Creamy margins.
- (CELL PHONE RINGS) - CAROLINE: (SHUSHES) Listen.
- Ken. Come on! - PETER: ...if I didn't give you the chance to come to the party.
- ROMAN: Yeah, this is really fascinating stuff. - Pardon me. I'll be back.
ROMAN: This is really interesting, Ken.
CAROLINE: I can't believe how rude you are.
SHIV: He's gonna miss this.
Looks like we're in. Without him. Should we wait?
- Hey, man. - GREG: Hey, Ken.
Hey, so-- Okay, so, I have something huge.
Dude, I'm in the center of the fucking universe
with, like, knowledge to-- to fucking, like,
take down solar systems, man.
Sure. Sure, man. That-- that's-- that's great.
Okay, but-- but, um, if I give you something incredible,
would you give me something amazing?
Yeah, sure. Like what?
Well, I'm serious, dude. It's-- It is-- It is amazing.
Sure. That's why I'm gonna give you something incredible.
I-- I would need, uh... (SIGHS)
Basically, I got-- Can-- can you guys win?
You and Rome? If...
And could I quad it up? Like full quad?
Take your shot, buddy. Just take your shot. Come on.
Okay.
Buckle up. (CHUCKLES)
JONATHAN: Now, we're gonna be skating very close to the wind.
- Yeah. - But I'm absolutely confident
that, uh, no one can...
well, in layman's terms, "get us" on this.
- ROMAN: Right. - (PHONE RINGING)
PETER: What the tax wrapper around this vehicle
offers is a way of turning these residents...
Hey, it's Kendall. I'm gonna ask you a question.
If there's any veracity to it, don't say anything.
You understand?
Mattson is talking to other people.
- (ROMAN SIGHS) - The point is our facilities
won't offer all that you dreamt of
- in a fantasy care home... - Right.
PETER: But it will afford what I call
"a really solid basic level of care."
- (KENDALL SIGHS) - PETER: Not necessarily
that one would like for oneself.
- They're not gonna offer you the bells and whistles-- - Um. Apologies.
- Shiv, I need to speak to you. - SHIV: What?
- In private. - Uh...
- CAROLINE: Oh, for heaven's sake! - ROMAN: Can I be saved as well?
Sorry, guys. Please forgive me. Rome. Rome. Shiv. Please.
- SHIV: Sorry, this is a very captivating... - Oh, sorry. So terribly sorry.
KENDALL: You're gonna wanna hear this. It's serious.
CAROLINE: Don't be too late. For heaven's sakes.
Mom, I need to...
Jonathan, I'm so glad you came.
CAROLINE: The fish will just be gummy by the time you get back.
- I love gummy fish. - SHIV: Gummy fish.
- KENDALL: Okay, this is, uh... - SHIV: What?
This is, uh... (STAMMERS) You're gonna wanna call your...
You wanna confirm, but I've just had it confirmed.
Lukas is interviewing for an alternative US CEO.
- He's fucking you. - Bullshit.
- How-- how do you... - (STAMMERING) It's confirmed.
A source, a number of contacts.
- SHIV: Uh... - I'm sorry, Shiv.
(SCOFFS) Yeah, you're sorry?
- Bullshit. Bullshit. - Call whoever.
Like, it checks out. Lawrence, a bunch of vibe hangs?
Have you noticed a little cooling? Little bit?
- (PHONE RINGING) - I wouldn't call Matsson,
so we can figure out how we're gonna--
Already calling. Already calling.
(PHONE RINGING)
SHIV: This is fucking desperate shit. Yeah?
See this?
Is he not answering? That's interesting.
- Does-- does he normally? - No. Rarely, actually.
- This is so fucking pathetic. - What's pathetic?
- You are! - KENDALL: Okay, fine.
Yeah, I-- I guess it would be if it wasn't true.
Like, do-- do-- Call Karolina. Call Karolina.
They have erased you from the new deal announcement draft.
- It's shitty, Shiv. It's shitty. - (PHONE RINGING)
ROMAN: Is this-- Fucking actual-- Is this a move?
- Is this real? - Yeah. No, it's real. Greg.
- Hundred percent. - Fuck. So then, who instead?
A few faces. Lawrence. And Klein.
I-- I don't know who else. I'll-- I'll know soon.
Man! Okay. Uh, I mean...
With her, things are, um...
Things are back?
As long as she can recalibrate, yeah.
- SHIV: (SHOUTING) Motherfucker! - KENDALL: I think it's game on.
Fucking call me back!
(SIGHS, SNIFFS)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
KENDALL: I think it's just hard for her.
Yeah, that's very apparent. That's-- that's a real thing.
- Shit. - Yeah.
All right, well...
So we just... I think we just lay it out for her.
ROMAN: Yeah.
- Hey. - Okay. So, what do we do?
Well, did you talk to him? Lukas?
No, I don't want to talk to Lukas.
- ROMAN: Okay. - No, I don't wanna...
I don't...
Don't fucking look at me.
KENDALL: What? Hey, I'm sorry.
No, you're not. Shut the fuck up.
- Okay, what can I say? - Maybe nothing.
Um, we might get someone?
- SHIV: Mm-hmm? - We might get Laird or Tellis?
- Just to get a-- - No! Not fucking Laird.
And no-- not Tellis.
I fucking-- I hate Tellis. I detest Tellis. He's the worst.
- KENDALL: He is the worst. - ROMAN: Mm-hmm.
Call Tellis. Call Tellis.
We obviously need a read. Call Tellis.
But he's not getting even a tiny piece of this. Yeah?
- You okay to do this? - This is ugly, and this is bad.
- It doesn't feel great. - KENDALL: I know.
But we're a powerful bloc. Okay? It was sloppy.
It was careless. We're ready to fucking kill him.
Yeah, I mean, I think you're chasing rainbows,
to be honest. I think he has this all sewn up. But sure.
(PHONE RINGING)
- Ahoy, ahoy. You there? - KENDALL: Telly?
- TELLIS: (OVER PHONE) Hey! - Telly. Thanks, man.
- You got my message? - TELLIS: I just saw it.
KENDALL: So, look, uh, this is, uh, non-prejudicial.
This is friend-level briefing.
Clean of upside, downside, or legal action.
Side effects may include a fat fucking consultation fee.
Uh, so-- so, yeah, this make sense about US CEO?
Him changing lanes?
TELLIS: Yeah. I mean, from his point of view,
he doesn't need the name.
He needs chops. And Shiv doesn't have--
- Shiv's here. - Fuck you, Tellis.
TELLIS: Sorry, Shiv. No, I-- I just mean in terms
of the names which are being discussed,
- they-- they make-- I just-- - Cut to the chase, blondie.
TELLIS: Okay, if it's you three as a voting bloc,
and on top you have say...
I have, uh, I have Ewan.
I have Paul. I have Dewi, I think.
And-- and then Stewy. Pretty sure.
TELLIS: I mean, as a voting bloc, you can probably threaten to kill it.
So, yeah, you have the whip hand.
What about leadership? Yeah?
TELLIS: Yeah. You need to present a coherent plan
to the board, including your leadership candidate.
Uh-huh. And-- And a-- And a combination,
or like a-- like a trio, a troika,
would that work or...
TELLIS: Um, well... um...
Just fucking say it, man. Just say.
TELLIS: I think it hasn't been great for credibility.
The Incredible Fuck Brother Bandwagon.
Who the hell calls us The Incredible Fuck Brother Bandwagon?
- Everyone. - ROMAN: Really?
TELLIS: You need to look like a united front
with a coherent plan
that's not a cop-out at the fudge factory.
One strong name for CEO, either combined with a chair,
- or a chair with business chops. - ROMAN: Mm-hmm.
TELLIS: Is what I would say, off the record.
Thanks, Telly. Thank you.
Okay, we might be in touch on some moves here, man.
TELLIS: Sounds good, Ken.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I think there's a few ways through this.
Call Laird. Call anyone. Honestly, anyone.
Anyone would say we have to go into battle
with our own version of the future. With a king.
- SHIV: Uh... - Oh, and pray tell.
Do you have one in mind?
- Matsson's a fucking prick. - ROMAN: Mm-hmm.
Right? He practically killed Dad,
dragging him over. He's capricious. He's cold.
He doesn't understand the business.
- He's a prick. - I would like to kill him.
And if we're gonna kill him, we need to get real.
And we would need...
I think it would be me. Right?
Well...
Dad said that it would be me.
When?
Well, we were getting close again, before,
and you know this, mostly,
and I was texting, and he was warm,
and he said when I was with him late one night
that it should be...
- KENDALL: Hmm. - Persuasive.
What else did he say when no one was around?
That he was the Zodiac Killer? That he did Tupac?
Whatever. It's fucking... I said it. It's true. And yeah.
Fuck it. Do whatever you want with that.
It's just the fucking truth.
Well, he offered it to me too, Rome.
Oh, yeah?
He-- he-- he fuckin' promised it to me.
Promised. When I was seven. He sat me down
at the Candy Kitchen in Bridgehampton,
and he fucking promised it to me.
Seven years old.
- Like, can you imagine? - Yeah.
Pics or it didn't happen.
That was... messed up. Like, he shouldn't have done that.
No. He shouldn't have said that.
I'm simply saying he said a lot of things,
and he said them to me first.
Yeah, and he said it to me last.
Do you even want it?
Because...
At the funeral, yeah? Like-- You-- you're not that guy.
- You're not... - ROMAN: What?
KENDALL: You couldn't do the rounds.
- I mean, you kinda... - Well, what?
KENDALL: ...shrank into yourself, and that-- that--
Why? What? 'Cause I, like, fucking...
I cried a little at my father's funeral?
That means I'm totally fucked forever?
That doesn't seem right.
KENDALL: It absolutely does not make you a bad person.
Like, maybe it makes you a good person
that you weren't snaking at the funeral.
Like, maybe-- maybe you're well-adjusted,
and I'm a business psycho. I don't know, man. It--
Like, it's-- it's a fucking horrible job
that clearly kills you.
So I'm just...
Honestly, I'm just trying to guide us through the years
- to some truth here, man. - Great, yeah. Cheesy.
I'm serious.
Yeah, serious fuckin' cheeseball is what you are.
He just can't say it.
He doesn't want it, but he can't say it.
And me?
I love you, Shiv. I fucking love you.
But we simply cannot walk in there
and say we're blocking his offer,
and we have this compelling vision,
and say that leading it is you, when yesterday,
you were singing his song. We simply can't.
And we can't say it's Roman
because he lacks heft, and he-- he looks pathetic,
and he might flop.
So...
Obviously, I want it to be me.
But I genuinely think anyone would say,
anyone, objectively, would say,
LA, my profile, experience, position,
desire, public pronouncements.
It's me.
If we want to hold on to this company for us,
for my kids, for yours...
it's me.
- Hey, Rome! - ROMAN: Yeah?
Guess who Kendall thinks it should be?
It's gonna blow your fuckin' mind!
- ROMAN: Okay. - KENDALL: We can find a cool structure.
Right? Like fiefdoms. Kingdoms.
If we pull off a reverse Viking, guys? Like, it's fucking huge.
Shiv, seriously. Take ATN, take all of news,
save the world. Rome, uh, social media,
fuck it all up again. It'll be fun.
(GROANS)
(WAVES CRASHING)
We're not actually going in, right? 'Cause you know...
There's no bad sharks in Bim, baby.
- They're North Atlantic. - Well, they can commute.
All the seas, in case you didn't know this,
are connected.
It's like a huge water subway for things that wanna eat me.
Come on. Let's do it. Come on.
Uh...
- ROMAN: Did he... - Yeah.
ROMAN: Okay.
Can you, uh, give us a minute?
ROMAN: Thank you.
So?
We could fuck it. Get out.
Sell to Matsson, let...
Lawrence or...
some other business school dry-cleaner...
- SHIV: Mm-hmm. - ...sit in the throne.
Shut up shop and give away the keys.
It can't be him, though.
But it really can't be you.
Well, okay. I hate him, but I fear you.
He would be unbearable, and you would be...
a disaster.
He'd be...
It will be terrible. It will. But...
I don't know, I can sort of, unfortunately, see it.
- Whereas you? - Matsson took me seriously.
ROMAN: Or he played you like a big fiddle.
Like a pregnant cello.
Sorry.
(GRUNTS)
Who do you think Dad actually wanted to give it to?
Uh, I don't think Dad gave a fuck
about anything more
than putting one foot in front of the other.
Yeah, I don't think he wanted to give it to any of us.
- SHIV: Yeah. - ROMAN: I don't know.
We could give it to him.
Yeah, we probably should.
- Unless... - ROMAN: Unless?
Unless we kill him.
- Okay. Kill him? - SHIV: Yeah.
I like that. That's intriguing. How would we do it?
Well, just a bit of horseplay gone wrong.
Just a biff to the head and a bonk on the noggin
- with a coconut. - Wait till he goes limp.
- SHIV: Yeah. - What goes around comes around?
Yeah. And if we kill him, we get to go to bed. I'm tired.
But he'd be so annoying if it went wrong.
The murdering. Like...
"Did you just try to murder me? Dude, that is...
so not actually what you're meant to do,
and it is not a good thing to do."
"You guys actually just murdered me.
You guys are the worst.
- How dare you?" - (LAUGHS)
- Shall we? - Yeah.
- SHIV: Hi! - KENDALL: Hey.
Hey. So, we were thinking of murdering you.
- Well, don't tell him. - But, uh, you know...
It's too much prep. Too much murder admin.
No stomach for the admin.
- So... - KENDALL: Okay.
We anoint you.
You get the bauble. Congratulations.
It's haunted and cursed
and nothing will ever go right, but...
(CLICKS TONGUE) ...yeah, enjoy your bauble.
Yeah?
ROMAN: Yeah.
Thank you.
♪ (EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- (LAUGHING) Look at his face. - ROMAN: Yeah.
You can smile, bitch.
- SHIV: Yeah, there we go. - ROMAN: There you go.
Show us those goddamn teeth.
- ROMAN: Happy Ken. - Happy Ken?
- Happy Ken. Weird. - Yeah, that's what happy Kendall looks like.
Ooh, if we're going to anoint him,
- he needs to complete a task. - (LAUGHS) Yeah.
Like walk upstairs and say real quietly,
"Hey, Jonathan. I'd like a word with you in my ass."
And say it with a spoonful of cinnamon in your mouth.
Oh, that's been done.
That's what they made Lee Iacocca do
- when he took over at Ford. - Rome.
- ROMAN: What? - Meal fit for a king?
- ROMAN: Oh, yes! - (SHIV LAUGHS)
- We are gonna make you a meal fit for a king. So... - (LAUGHS)
- Yes, sir. - Oh, what a mighty bounty.
- All right. - SHIV: Is there actually anything in there
for a sandwich? I'm starving.
Uh, yes! Mummy with this pair of sprouting potatoes,
zero-percent milk, and wartime pickle,
you do spoil us so!
Something gross.
Oh, you-- you know, you're gonna be a great CEO.
I really think that.
If this doesn't kill you, which it definitely will.
Well, I'm actually starving,
and I think this is expired, so...
Uh, this is a hot sauce.
Milk?
- Milk. - Oh, it's a great starter.
- ♪ Meal fit for a king ♪ - SHIV: ♪ Meal fit for a king ♪
- ♪ Meal fit for a king... ♪ - SHIV: ♪ Meal fit for a king ♪
- Chuck it in, darling. - CAROLINE: (SHUSHES) Quiet! Quiet. Quiet.
- ROMAN: Hello, Mother. - I see you all came back.
KENDALL: (WHISPERING) Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
CAROLINE: What's going on?
- Hi. We're... - ROMAN: ♪ Meal fit for a king ♪
...making a meal fit for a king.
- CAROLINE: Yeah? - KENDALL: I'm the king.
CAROLINE: But can you do it quietly?
- Yes. Sorry. - CAROLINE: 'Cause, you know, Jonathan's trying
to get to sleep upstairs.
He's trying to recover after your rudeness.
- KENDALL: Sorry. - You know, he came all the way
from Monaco. He has to watch his days here.
We're-- we're celebrating.
We're not celebrating. We're mourning.
- We're trying to kill him. - We're voting as a bloc
- together to keep the firm. - Blimey O'Reilly.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, gosh.
Well, on your head be it.
Well, I had some negative news,
and so then we decided to have a friendly conversation
about who should, uh... who it would be.
Now, we have to anoint him
because that's what you do to a king.
Fine. That fucks Christmas up, doesn't it?
Oh, don't touch that! That's Peter's cheese!
God's sake. I made that mistake myself.
His special cheese. He gets really boring about it.
Uh, Mother, there-- there really isn't much food.
I'll tell you what. Peter doesn't like the knobbies, so I freeze them.
ROMAN: He doesn't like the what?
CAROLINE: You know, the knobbies. The loaf ends.
- ROMAN: Okay. - CAROLINE: Enjoy.
- Oh, it's a bag of frozen knobbies. - Gets stuck in--
Well, look, you know, be inventive.
Do you know, I'm actually quite glad
that you're getting along so well.
I mean, Peter will be disappointed.
But, you know,
it's nice to see you've got something to agree about,
besides what a terrible mother I am.
SHIV: Oh, well, we'll never disagree on that, Mom.
- ROMAN: Yeah. - I'm sure. Nighty night.
- SHIV: We love you. - KENDALL: Night, night.
- Yeah, I love you too. - Love you, Mama.
KENDALL: Night, night.
I'm gonna eat his cheese.
(IN BRITISH ACCENT) Peter doesn't like the knobbies, darling.
- ♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - KENDALL: You're a knobby.
You're a knobby. Catch it.
- KENDALL: You're a knobby! - (SHUSHES)
ROMAN: Okay now, three in a row? How did you do that?
SHIV: (IMITATING CAROLINE) Don't eat Peter's cheese.
KENDALL: (SHUSHES) Jonathan. Jonathan's sleeping.
Sorry, Peter.
KENDALL: Don't lick... (LAUGHING) ...Peter's cheese!
Oh my God, that is...
KENDALL: Oh, God. Don't lick it.
- SHIV: ...so gross. - Ah!
- KENDALL: Don't go down-- - I'm so sorry, Mummy.
- Don't go down on Peter's special cheese. - ROMAN: His delicious cheeses.
SHIV: (IN BRITISH ACCENT) I brought that over in a hankie!
Don't go down on the special cheese.
I'm so sorry, Mummy. I licked it all over.
- I'm so sorry, Mummy. I licked your cheese. - KENDALL: Don't! Don't!
- I can't stop licking his cheese. - (SHIV SHUSHES)
I'm so sorry. Let's keep it quiet.
- A little Tabasco. - (KENDALL LAUGHING)
SHIV: A lot of Tabasco.
- KENDALL: Meal fit for a king! - SHIV: Now, this is brilliant.
- We're-- we're so close. - KENDALL: Meal fit for a king!
Branston-- Oh, yeah!
Branston pickle? You love that.
- So close. Never got there. - KENDALL: ♪ Meal fit for a king ♪
Yeah, we're good.
- KENDALL: ♪ Meal fit for a king That you're trying to kill ♪ - I think this is good.
- Meal fit for a king... ♪ - No, this is-- No, this is a healthful tonic.
- This is really good. - (BLENDER WHIRRING)
ROMAN: ♪ Meal fit for a king Meal fit for a king ♪
- ROMAN: Wait, wait, wait, wait. - I'm not actually drinking that.
- I'm not drinking that. - ♪ Meal fit for a king ♪
KENDALL: Mm, no, don't do that.
SHIV: Drink up.
This is gonna be all right. Right? Like...
- We're all right. Yeah? - Just fucking drink it.
ROMAN: Oh, God.
- Oh, my God. - Oh.
- (GROANS) - Kings don't wear silly hats.
- Kings wear crowns. - I can't drink anymore.
Well, then don't. Wear your crown, sir.
Oh, no.
- ROMAN: Wear your crown. Wear your crown. - No, no, no, no, no, no.
- No, no, no, no. - No, no, no, no.
- Then let me put it on. - No, no, no!
- Oh, my God. Mom! - King!
- ♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ - Bye, Mom.
- Goodbye, darling. - Thanks for the, uh, the drops.
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
CAROLINE: You're going to be okay.
Yeah. Bye.
KENDALL: Bye. Good to see you!
(PETER CHUCKLES)
- CAROLINE: Go away. - Fucking waste of time.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
KENDALL: I mean, yeah, I think Ewan is best just left to it.
- He'll vote the status quo. - SHIV: I don't know if there's time, Con.
- I have them here with me. We just landed. - (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
ROMAN: Good ol' Paul. Yeah, he don't do that, right?
- He don't do tech. - SHIV: All right. I'll ask.
- Stewy? Yeah, I'll go wherever whenever for Stewy. - All right, great. Goodbye.
Paul's good. Paul's rock. He doesn't trust tech.
- Good ol' Paul. - Con-- Connor wants to know
if we're gonna make the Great Reallocation?
Oh, I mean, do we care? Do we want to?
Are Frank and Karl gonna be there?
- 'Cause it could be... - I don't know. I don't know.
- I mean, should we just do... - Okay. We're gonna hide out at Dad's.
He's kind of losing his shit, so...
- Yeah. Got it. - Let's do it.
- To the Great Reallocation. Let's go! - Okay. Off we go!
- Hello. - We'll be there.
- To the fucking antique shit show! - (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
ROMAN: Dewi! Hold on. Hold on.
- How are you? - Not bad.
- To my dad's. - You got it.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
CONNOR ROY: I know that many of you have, uh,
somewhere rather important to be this afternoon.
But the system is pretty simple.
So, as you move in a clockwise direction
around the apartment,
affix your stickers to objects you covet.
One sticker each on a number of different articles,
or many on one prized item. Mm-hmm?
Okay, so subsequent circulating mourners...
- ROMAN: Mm-hmm. - CONNOR: ...will then apply their stickers.
After two stickering perambulating circuits...
- We call them SPCs. - Okay.
...objects will be assigned to the higher sticker bidder.
Where sticker claims are tied, we move on to the tie-break
stickering perambulation circuit.
TBSPCs.
After which all unstickered items will be pooled
and distributed in reverse alphabetical order,
other than those stickered by
the, uh, second tier, excuse me, uh, bereaved.
- Do I make myself clear? - Absolutely.
- It's a good system, Con. - All right, it's on. Go get 'em.
- Oh, that's nice. - Game on.
- Hey, Con? Where are the medals? - Oh, yeah.
Uh...
Yeah, there was a...
first round. There was a-- an initial round.
And who was present at that?
That was myself, solely.
- Right. - (ALL LAUGHING)
Okay. And, um, does all of this have to go?
I mean, you don't wanna--
WILLA FERREYRA: Well, I'd like to get rid of pretty much everything.
I have some pretty cool stuff coming in,
like a cow print couch
- about, like, yay long. - Wow. Great.
Con, you don't wanna keep more for...
Well, we're planning on, if-- when Mencken comes through,
um, we're actually, uh, experimenting with an idea.
I have a play reading in six to eight months,
and, uh, Con is going to Slovenia,
and I'll be working on that. So we're gonna try, um...
Yeah, you know, we're-- we're, uh, really excited
how this long-distance thing can, uh,
add another dimension, you know, to...
- WILLA: Yeah, add a little spice, you know? - Yeah.
ROMAN: That's hot.
WILLA: As we, you know, get deeper into the marriage.
Yeah, that's sexy. They call it the second-week itch, I believe.
- CONNOR: Rome! - ROMAN: Yeah?
- We're excited. - ROMAN: Yeah.
Heard the latest about the, uh, Wisconsin court thing?
- I'm sorry, what court thing? - Uh, it's a hiccup.
Just a little hiccup for Jeryd, I think.
- Okay. - SHIV: Yeah. I mean,
maybe Mencken might not make it.
And so maybe you might get to keep him
- all to yourself, huh? - Great.
ROMAN: I think I'm gonna take this letter-opener.
- (CONNOR LAUGHS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
What the fuck is this?
Virtual dinner with Pop.
What? When is this from?
CONNOR: I don't know how many weeks ago.
LOGAN ROY: (OVER TV) Okay, here we go. Gore. Dole.
- Bush. Mike D. - SHIV: Is he doing the--
Wait, the losers list?
- CONNOR: Yeah. (LAUGHS) - Mondale. Carter.
- SHIV: (CHUCKLES) Shit! - A Ford, not a Lincoln for me.
Hippie George, Humphrey, St. Barry.
Dick the Bad. Willkie, Landon, Hoover,
Al Smith of the Vatican,
David, Cox, Hughes, Taft, Bryan.
Martin Van Buren, White, Ol' Tippecanoe, Clay.
Hey, JQA...
- How many elections... - LOGAN: How many elections
- have you lost today? - ...have you lost today?
- (LAUGHTER) - FRANK VERNON: Very good.
Clinton the first...
- but not the worst. - ROMAN AND SHIV: But not the worst.
Pinckney twice. Jefferson, Adams, all very nice.
(DINNER GUESTS APPLAUD)
I can't believe he could still do that.
- LOGAN: All right. Who's next? Gerri? - FRANK: Yeah.
- LOGAN: Do the limerick. Gerri, do the limerick. - GERRI KELLMAN: Okay. Okay.
"Much dearer to me than my treasure,"
the heiress declared, "is my leisure.
For then I can screw the whole Harvard crew.
They're slow, but that lengthens the pleasure."
(DINNER GUESTS EXCLAIMING)
- LOGAN: Connor! - CONNOR: All right, okay, okay.
I give you, ladies and gentlemen,
"I Am a Little Teapot."
- GERRI: Oh, good. - FRANK: Okay.
In the manner of Mr. Logan Roy.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
- I am a little teapot. Fuck off! - (GUESTS LAUGHING)
Short and stout. What did you fucking call me?
Here's my handle. Here's my fucking spout.
When I get steamed up, you can hear me shout!
Frank Vernon is a moron. Karl Muller is a kraut.
- (DINNER GUESTS LAUGHING) - This is-- it's incredible.
CONNOR: Pops did not like it.
- (OVERLAPPING CHATTER ON TV) - SHIV: That was good.
Karl, come on. Sing it. Sing it.
- GERRI: Yeah, Karl, come on. - LOGAN: I want a copy of this. Sing it.
KARL MULLER: ♪ There's naught but care On every han' ♪
- LOGAN: I'd like to have it-- - GERRI: I got it, I got it.
♪ In every hour that passes, O ♪
♪ What signifies The life o' man ♪
♪ And t'were not For the lassies, O ♪
LOGAN: You're murdering it, Karl.
KARL: ♪ Green grow the rashes, O ♪
- ♪ Green grow the rashes, O ♪ - (DINNER GUESTS HUMMING)
♪ The sweetest hours That e'er I spend ♪
♪ Are spent among The lasses, O ♪
LOGAN: Kerry, listen. He's murdering it. He's murdering it.
KARL: ♪ The war'ly race May riches chase ♪
♪ And riches still May fly them, O ♪
♪ And even though They catch 'em fast ♪
♪ Their hearts can ne'er Enjoy them, O ♪
DINNER GUESTS:
♪ Green grow the rashes, O ♪
♪ The sweetest hours That e'er I spent ♪
♪ Were spent among The lasses, O ♪
(CLANGING)
- Hey. - SHIV: Hey!
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Doing okay?
You're not gonna get canned?
Uh, I don't-- Hmm. I don't-- I don't think so.
But...
Good luck.
Oh, no.
No, no. No, that's all fucked.
- Yeah? - SHIV: Yeah.
Yeah, I mean, Matsson was just...
stringing me along, or he switched lanes, but...
you know, it's...
Either way, it's not gonna be me.
- Wow. - SHIV: Yeah.
Whoa! Okay. I-- Are you sure?
I mean, is that-- How-- What did-- Is that even true?
Yeah. Greg.
Oh.
- SHIV: Yeah. - Oh, wow.
Wow.
Man. Oh, man. Man, oh, man. What a thing.
- Hmm. - TOM: That's, uh...
That's terrible. So-- so, like, who do--
Who do you think he would--
I mean, who would it be? Like...
Uh, I don't know. Like a...
tech pal, big hitter. Lawrence, maybe?
- Fuck. - SHIV: Yeah.
Well, fuck him.
Yeah. Well, maybe, uh,
maybe you should vote it through, you know,
if it's all set. I don't know.
- What? - Yeah? No, no. I just--
No, I was just thinking if it was...
No, no. Wow.
Yeah, Shiv, you should probably know.
It's me.
It's you?
Yeah, you might as well know. I mean--
- SHIV: Bullshit. - You're gonna find... I mean,
you're gonna find out. It's gonna be...
I think, uh...
Yeah. And I... You know, maybe-- maybe I wonder if you...
If it is an idea that you should...
Oh, fuck you. Really? (LAUGHING) Fuck you.
- Yeah. - SHIV: What?
Jesus, you're a fucking--
Like, he went for a, uh, an empty fucking suit?
Oh, yeah. "Maybe, oh, actually, you should vote it through,
hey, yeah, maybe."
Come on. I know you.
Like you wouldn't if it was the other way around?
You know what? Good luck, yeah? Good luck, motherfucker.
'Cause we have the numbers, yeah?
Good fucking luck.
♪ (DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- It's Tom. - What?
SHIV: It's fucking Tom.
- ROMAN: Tom? - Yeah, let's go.
- Let's fucking go. - Oh man.
Let's run our numbers. Let's go.
ROMAN: Fucked by the dry cleaner. Wow.
Hey, Greg, can I have a word?
- GREG: Yeah? - A word, yeah? Just-- just-- just right now.
Do you mind? Corporate matter, tactical.
- Hi, Tom. See you. - Hey.
Yeah, just in here.
- GREG: In the bathroom? - TOM: Sure.
- GREG: Yeah. - TOM: Come on.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
Did you tell?
- What? - Did you fucking tell?
Huh? You bastard.
I was this close. And now, they have a chance
to fucking pull their fucking opposition together,
you fucking prick.
No, look. I don't think I... (STAMMERS)
You fucking... you fucking little prick.
You fucking little piece of shit.
(BOTH GRUNT)
Fuck you.
(PANTS)
(SNIFFS)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(PHONE RINGING)
Problem. Big fucking problem.
All right, wake up, zombies! Time to activate. Come on!
Phones! I wanna see some fucking phones!
And where's Frank? We get a hold of Frank?
Call Frank. Call Frank. Make sure he's locked in.
(SPEAKING SWEDISH)
LUKAS: Okay. Where's Ebba?
- EBBA: Yeah? - Ebba!
(EBBA SPEAKING SWEDISH)
♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
- Stewy? - Yeah, wobble.
- He's a wobbly fucking bastard. - Okay.
Okay. Well, let's go get him. Let's fuck him up.
ROMAN: Okay.
Silence in the courtyard.
- Silence in the street. - (SHIV CHUCKLES)
The biggest fool in England is just about to speak.
ROMAN: I'm gonna go to my office.
- KENDALL: All right. - SHIV: Okay.
Uh, Claire, do I have any messages?
- Hey. So... - Hey.
- How you doing? - Mm-hmm.
You'll be able to, uh, block, you think?
Great. I think that's great.
A chance to change the culture,
the backstabbing, a new era. And I was wondering, um...
just between us, and before, you know, things blow up,
maybe part of that change is getting rid of Hugo?
- (CHUCKLES) - Just wanted to plant the seed.
- That's all. - Uh-huh?
- Hi. - Hey.
(CLAPPING) Good morning. Morning.
- Congrats. - Yeah, thanks.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
Well, looks like they've heard
their testicles might be on fire.
- KENDALL: Yeah. - I haven't seen Frank run like that ever.
Okay. Can we help prepare the ground?
SHIV: Well, it's gonna be a fairly explosive megafuck.
So, yeah, the GoJo deal is gonna die.
Frank maybe pulls the vote,
or they push and get humiliated?
So, yeah.
Big, big day on the, uh, old salami line, huh?
Yeah, it sure is. Yeah. I'll get you the materials.
- Okay. - Uh...
Details on the financing for-- for background for...
for the journal piece. Um...
- Uh, yeah. It's, uh... - Yeah. Whatever.
It's not a magic chair. Yeah, go ahead.
- (DOOR OPENS) - KENDALL: Okay. Um...
Hey, hey, hey. How we looking?
- Hey, dude. We have it. - HUGO: Hello? Yeah,
Okay? We have it.
But do we have you? We've got you, right?
Well, I do have certain questions about riding
the vegetable train. But, like...
I am a selfish person. So...
SHIV: Uh-huh. Yeah.
Do we invite the Stewpot in?
You know, get him inside. Non-Exec Chair.
Fucking activist backtivist.
Chair? Guys? I like weird sex. I like bad drugs.
I'm a very complicated individual.
Bullshit. Bullshit.
You like pancakes and waffles and you kiss guys on Molly.
You're not the heart of darkness.
You're-- you're a grilled cheese with a sucked dick.
Let us clean you up.
STEWY HOSSEINI: Well, why don't we just think about it, huh?
- Uh-huh. - STEWY: And, Shiv.
You know, I do think if we give Sandi
a little tug, she might be somewhat foldable?
Okay, great. Perfect. Let's go.
And you did a fucking good one, man.
Yeah?
STEWY: Chairman Stewpot. I can-- I'm into that.
Are you into that, Shiv?
Um, these are my colleagues, um...
Hey, what's she doing in?
- Shall we? - KENDALL: Hmm? Who?
ROMAN: Gerri. What's she doing here?
Uh... I don't know, I think-- I think
we're paying her off big-time. So it's not a lock-out, right?
ROMAN: I don't-- I don't wanna see her.
- Should she even be around? - Uh, yeah. Sure.
Let's-- let's-- let's fuck her out.
Yeah, I don't think I really wanna see anyone.
You okay?
Yeah, I think I'm gonna call in.
I think I'm gonna call in the vote.
I think I'm gonna... Yeah. I don't wanna...
Yeah, I-- I-- I-- I think, man, it's, um...
- People kinda know you're here. - ROMAN: Mm.
KENDALL: You know, show of force.
- Are you okay? - (ROMAN INHALES SHARPLY)
Uh-huh. Yeah, it looks better than I thought.
Looks so much better. (LAUGHS)
Uh-huh. Yeah, it does. It does.
Yeah. I feel like, people are gonna be like...
why isn't it me? You know, like...
Sure. I mean, it could have been you, Rome.
Could easily have been you.
It's just... It's just marginal...
- presentation shit. - ROMAN: Mm-hmm.
You'll have something shit-hot.
- Socials, right? - Right?
No, but it's just, you know, just the optics.
It's dumb, but the stitches.
They're good stitches. (LAUGHING) They're good.
This is 90 percent about the visuals.
ROMAN: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. And I mean, just if, like,
people think that I, like, pussied out,
then I don't think that I should, you know...
- Yeah? - ROMAN: Yeah, I can't.
No, I can't. 'Cause, you know. Like, I look okay.
(IN STRAINED VOICE) Like, this looks fine. So, you know...
It's fucking stupid, but...
♪ (MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
Like, why isn't it me?
KENDALL: Bro.
Hey.
(ROMAN SOBS)
Okay.
All right. (GROANS)
Oh, Jesus! Fuck. (SOBS)
Oh, fuck!
Oh, you... (SOBS)
(GROANS)
(SNIFFLES)
Fuck.
Oh, you fucking bastard!
(GROANS)
- Oh, you shit! - I love you, man.
I fucking hate you.
- We'll be okay, right? - (ROMAN GROANS)
- ROMAN: Shit, it popped. - We're gonna do good.
Teamwork makes the dream work. (SNIFFLES)
- It could have been you. - (SOBS)
♪ (MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- DEWI SWANN: It's great to see you. - It's great to see you. Yeah.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Here we go.
Sandi, how's it going?
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
Simon, how are you?
Good to see you. Thanks for being here.
- Ewan. New York's finest? - Absolutely.
Appreciate it.
FRANK: All right. Let's call this meeting to order.
I note that all the directors are present.
Uh, the agenda and the information packs
have been circulated
and I would like to take them as read.
We have a revised offer to consider from the GoJo board,
and a lot of work has been done to get us to a position
where we're ready to sign if the board agrees.
As you also, of course, are aware,
we will be hearing from our co-CEOs
about strategic alternatives.
Uh, we've aired the issues and heard from our advisors
on the GoJo proposal in the previous session.
So now, I'd like to hand the floor to Kendall.
Yeah, the-- the GoJo offer.
(SIGHS) Uh, yeah, this-- this deal...
The deal is a bad deal.
The GoJo offer.
We were proud to land it, me and Rome.
Uh, we know it inside out, but it's a bad deal.
And if you want it to go through,
you'll have to fire me and find someone else
to take it through, yeah?
I think you have your packs here
with the structural arguments and the financing options.
And look, it's a nice thick pack.
We've knocked it out of the park.
And, uh, GoJo, Matsson is flailing.
We know that.
So, look. Look. We know each other.
I've spoken to you all.
I like and respect every one of you,
but, uh, no one's gonna have their mind changed in here.
Right?
So I suggest we move to the vote.
Kill this, excuse me, GoJo bullshit.
And, you know, let's eat their lunch.
- Uh, Ken? - What? You want me to read it out?
For due process? Come on, we have the votes.
I would rather Simon.
Let's do it for my dad, guys. Yeah?
Would anyone object to moving directly to a vote?
- BOARD MEMBERS: No. - Uh, very well.
So, yes, I think it's a good deal.
I can't in good conscience as chair
vote any other way.
- Sonya? - Yes.
- Diane? - Yes.
- FRANK: Kendall? - You know my vote. No.
No to GoJo.
Yes. And yes.
We want out.
DEWI: No, I'm against.
First, do no harm.
Nay.
Team Ken, baby. I'm a no.
FRANK: Roman?
Uh, nope.
That's fucking right.
Shiv?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Shiv?
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
This is... Just gotta... Just give me a sec.
- FRANK: Shiv? - KENDALL: Shiv?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
It's all good. It's all good.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.
Just a moment, please.
(BOARD WHISPERING)
FRANK: With Paul's vote, it's now six to six.
- SANDI FURNESS: Oh my God. Ugh. - KARL: Six to six.
- KENDALL: Hey. - I just... Uh--
You okay? We-- we have it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - We have it. Look, look, look.
We have it.
All right? We have it. Are-- are you scared?
- (SCOFFS) I'm not scared. - KENDALL: Are you sick?
No, I'm not scared.
Are you-- are you good?
SHIV: Yeah, I just-- Can I have a moment, please?
Just fuck off. I just need a... moment.
- I wanna think. - Okay.
Uh, think about what?
Whether you want us to keep the company,
or hand it over to Tom
and that piece of shit who killed our dad?
Uh, I might have changed my mind.
What the fuck?
I'm good for this company. I'm-- I'm good for us.
You know, we all vote, we keep control.
We don't, then everything's over, forever.
- Uh-huh. - KENDALL: Here's the thing.
I am like a cog built to fit only one machine.
Like, if you don't let me do this--
I mean, it-- it's the one thing I know how to do.
Well, it's not all about you.
- I know. - Yeah, you are not the most important one.
KENDALL: I-- I don't think I am.
Yes, you do. You do, you do. You fucking do. You do.
But, Shiv, honestly, it's so fucking crazy
not to just let me now.
I mean, it-- it-- it-- it's-- it's stupid.
We-- we all get something here.
I mean, you're voting against yourself.
- You realize that? - Uh. Mm.
- Mm. - KENDALL: Shiv. Shiv, listen.
Please. I beg you. Listen.
I can do this.
I don't think you'd be good at it.
What? I don't-- I don't even believe you.
- I don't believe you. - SHIV: I don't.
I don't think that you would be good at this.
KENDALL: For fuck's sake, Shiv!
(MUFFLED) I mean, for fuck's sake.
What the fuck is going on?
It's-- it's-- it's six to six and we don't have Shiv's vote.
This doesn't make, like, logic. Where's the logic?
No, I just don't think you'd be good at it.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
I feel like...
if I don't get to do this...
I-- I-- I feel like...
that's it. Like, I might-- I might...
Uh, like I-- I might die.
Shiv, can we go in that room? Can you just vote?
Please. Please.
You can't be CEO.
You can't because you killed someone.
What do you-- But-- Which?
- SHIV: What? - Wait, what do you mean "which"?
What? Like, what-- Like, you've killed so many people
you forgot which one?
That's-- that's not an issue.
That didn't happen.
- Uh, what? - ROMAN: Wait, it didn't? As in what?
It-- it's just a thing I said.
It's a thing I said. I made it up.
- You made it up? - KENDALL: Yeah. I...
I-- I-- It was a difficult time for us,
and I think I, you know, whatever,
mussed up something from nothing because I-- I just-- I wanted
for us all to bond at a difficult moment.
- Wait, it was a move? - Okay?
No, not-- There was a kid. There was that kid, but--
So there was a kid?
I had, like, a toke and a beer and not...
I didn't even get in the car. It's not...
- Hold on. What? - The fuck?
KENDALL: I felt bad and, uh, I false-memoried it.
Like, I'm-- I'm totally clean. I can do this.
Wait. Did it happen or did it not happen?
It did not happen.
Uh...
- (SIGHS) - KENDALL: It did not happen. I wasn't even there.
It did not happen.
Dude.
Fucking vote for me.
Just, plea-- Vote for me.
Shiv, vote for me.
No.
- KENDALL: Yes! - No.
- KENDALL: Shiv, don't do this. You can't do this, Shiv! - No. No.
- KENDALL: Yes! - Absolutely not, man. Absolutely not.
- No. - KENDALL: Why?
- No-- Why? - KENDALL: Well, just--
I love you. I... Really, I love you,
but I cannot fucking stomach you.
KENDALL: This is fucking disgusting.
- It's disgusting. - SHIV: It's disgusting?
KENDALL: You're disgusting! You're fucking heartless!
- (LAUGHING) What? - KENDALL: It's fucking nuts!
It doesn't even make any sense.
- I'm the eldest boy! - (LAUGHS)
- KENDALL: I am the eldest boy! - You're not.
And, you know, it-- this-- it mattered to him.
He wanted this to go on.
Well, I mean, she's the bloodline, though.
KENDALL: What?
I'm the-- I'm the bloodline. We're all the fucking bloodline.
No, I just mean if you're gonna play that card,
Dad's view was yours weren't real.
What the fuck did you just say?
ROMAN: Well, just not "real" real.
Rome.
Well, that's just what Dad said. I'm just saying what Dad said.
Well, don't say it, you fucking cuck.
They are a pair of randos.
One is a buy-in.
The other is half Rava, half some filing-cabinet guy, right?
- (GRUNTS) - ♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
SHIV: What the fuck? Let go of him!
- KENDALL: The fuck did you say? - SHIV: The fuck are you doing?
- (ROMAN GROANING) - The fuck did you say?
- SHIV: Stop! Fuck's sake. - ROMAN: You have no kids.
Shiv, no, don't do this! Shiv, don't do this.
- ROMAN: Okay, hold on a second. - Get the fuck off me!
- She's fucking pregnant, you piece of shit. - Get off me.
- SHIV: Jesus Christ! - (ROMAN GROANS)
SHIV: Are you fucking kidding me?
KENDALL: Shiv, no! Wait. Shiv, wait!
- Fuck you. - Can you just fucking leave her?
SHIV: Fucking child.
(PANTING)
(ROMAN SIGHS)
- Let's hit-- let's hit Frank. - (LAUGHS)
Let's offer Frank. We can-- We can still do this.
Bullshit, man. Come on, it's fucking nothing. Stop.
No, there's something here. There's an angle.
ROMAN: No, no. It's fuck all, man.
It's bits of glue and broken shows,
fucking phony news. Fucking...
Come on.
We have this. We can still do this, man.
Oh my God. Man, it's nothing. Okay? It's just nothing.
It's fucking nothing. Stop it!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Yeah. Hey, we are bullshit.
- We are not bullshit. - We are bullshit.
You are bullshit. You're fucking bullshit, man.
I'm fucking bullshit. She's bullshit.
It's all fucking nothing, man.
I'm telling you this because I-- I know it, okay?
We're nothing.
Okay.
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(KENDALL SNIFFS)
(ONLOOKERS WHISPERING)
KENDALL: Hey. So, uh, pardon me.
Um, where are we?
- FRANK: Ken. - KENDALL: I was thinking maybe we-- that we should maybe,
uh, adjourn the meeting
and-- and re-- uh, re...
- Uh... - Ken. Ken, it's done.
Seven-six.
We sell to GoJo. You don't have it.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
Yeah.
(ELEVATOR DOOR OPENING)
♪ (DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
- We're good. - Okay.
So, what are you thinking? Golden Parachute?
Or one last rodeo?
- Go on. - What do you think?
I'm thinking we shoulda slit his throat in the cradle.
Well, goes without saying.
- Hi, Stewy. - I'm thrilled for you.
- I appreciate it. - Let's fucking do it.
- Please, let's talk. - All right.
Hey, man. Great one.
The losers never triumph.
I was always hoping, you know? So, uh, let's chat.
- I got you. - Where's Karolina?
- Karolina? - TOM: Mm-hmm.
She's, um...
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- BOARD MEMBER 1: Congratulations, Tom. - Hey, buddy. Thank you.
I just-- I just wanted to say congrats.
- Thanks. - And yeah. So...
- Tom. Just phenomenal. - Hey. Pastures new, right?
- Yes, it is. - This is it.
Yeah, so how's it all looking?
Uh-huh.
- Plans? Planning? - Yeah, I wanna talk to Gerri.
Yeah, Gerri gets it. She's not afraid of the dark.
And who else?
Frank, dead. Karl, dead.
I really don't need those two old cunts on my shoulder.
You?
You fucked it, man. Quad man. Matsson hates you.
- Wants a clean-out. - Fuck.
You are a fucking piece of shit.
But I got you. I got just enough capital.
I got you.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS) Okay, all right. Hey, guys.
- Hi. - KARL: Good, so we're good to go?
Fine. Seems to be a little bit of a communication breakdown.
I don't mind signing the fucking thing.
- Good. - I don't need to be talked into that. That's fine.
- We need you to come in right now to complete this ceremony. - I just need--
Bring me the piece of paper and I'll sign it.
- I just don't wanna be in the room with the guy. - We're gonna do it at the desk.
I have to be in the room with him to sign the thing?
- FRANK: This is being a CEO. - We take one quick photo, and you're done.
And the photo op, I already told you, I'm not taking a fucking photo.
Let's take-- Okay. Let's do it. No, no. Let's fucking do it.
Take all the fucking pictures you want.
See me leaving. Big day.
Happy, happy. Good stuff. Good stuff.
- FRANK: Great. - ROMAN: How are ya? Great.
HUGO: Okay, here we go. Thank you.
- Okay. - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)
LUKAS: Okay. Quick, quick.
- (CAMERAS CLICKING) - Good.
Uh, what's the return policy on this, by the way?
(ALL LAUGHING)
- Congratulations. - HUGO: Thank you. Thank you.
- LUKAS: Love you, Roman. - KARL: Thank you, man.
HUGO: Okay, uh, let's get Frank and Karl in here.
- Group photo, GoJo team. - Absolutely. Come on.
Frank and Karl. Okay?
Guys, get closer together, please.
- Closer together. Good smile. Wonderful. One, two, three. - (CAMERA CLICKING)
HUGO: This is the new team. All right.
Jesus and his disciples.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Even Judas is in the room.
- OSKAR: Oh, there we go. - LUKAS: There we go.
- LUKAS AND OSKAR: Ooh! - TOM: Why not just a GoJo one?
HUGO: Yeah, let's take a GoJo. GoJo photo.
Okay. Just the three of you. Okay.
- OSKAR: Three musketeers. - HUGO: There you go! One, two, three.
- Wonderful. - Okay.
- HUGO: Let's just do a single. Single on Matsson. Okay. - EBBA: Okay, Lukas. Yeah.
Hey, I got a car in 20, if you wanna join.
- (GOJO STAFF LAUGHING) - HUGO: All right. Thank you. Thank you.
- Okay. Let's party. - Bubbly! Bubbly!
- Let's party. - (CROWD CHEERS)
LUKAS: Why isn't that champagne already out?
(EXCITED CHATTER)
♪ Agadoo, doo, doo Daka daka daka da ♪
Agadoo, doo, doo ♪
♪ (SOMBER PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Hey.
- Congratulations. - Oh, no. No, no.
♪ (DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(WAVES LAPPING)
♪ (CHORAL RENDITION OF THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (THEME MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪