- Hey! - Hi, how are you? Good to see you.
Here he is.
Looks good in there, huh?
Happy birthday, Pa!
Let's move on and put this in the "no" pile.
Can you tell me your idea with this one?
Just so I know what the thinking was behind this.
Romey! Where are you. Dude?
It's my brother. He's coming. Let's put a pin in this one and move on.
Let a thousand sunflowers bloom, Romey.
I wanna start a business with you. Brother.
- 'Sup, T? - This is nothing. No.
- Frank, touch ups? - Hey, guys! How are we looking?
- No. - That's a hard no.
In terms of what we need for our new venture, The Hundred.
- They're... - They're shitty.
They're shitty. We can just be honest here, right?
The Hundred is Substack meets Masterclass
meets The Economist meets The New Yorker.
I feel like we said "iconic", and you guys are leaning "ironic".
Hey, T? I think the money is here.
Rome, I think your security are being very weird with them.
They seem stupid and probably racist.
Well, you look tired, and your face is giving me a headache.
- Thank you. - So, where have you been, sis?
What do you mean? Hey!
Where have you been?
It was traffic. And a call. Business. For this.
Guys, this is good feedback.
We're gonna circle back on exactly all that stuff and we'll talk soon.
See you later.
So, traffic?
Yeah, traffic. What?
Shivy, are you snaking?
We hear that you've been talking to the Jimenez transition team.
- Well, no. - No?
No.
So it's lies that our friend told us? They're lying to us?
I've talked to them, but it's because I'm helping them out,
as you already know.
So you are talking?
No. I returned a call. They wanna talk about talking.
They wanna talk about talking?
What? Come on. They haven't won the election, and they might not,
and Dad might not sell,
and you two might bail, and it's a maybe, maybe, maybe situation.
Dad is obviously selling. We're looking at fucking logos here.
I drafted a resignation statement from Waystar.
Same.
This is just a big step, and so, can't we keep some options?
Keep options open? We're two days out from Dad selling.
Here's what you have to understand. I've smoked horse.
He's scared of needles. He's not a real junkie.
I need something super fucking absorbing in my life.
And it isn't gonna be this, please just let me know, right?
I feel like I've been flying around the country,
having serious fucking conversations with serious people,
expending serious personal capital
and getting big fucking names on board.
- Same. Me, too. - So we've all been doing that.
Are you worried dial this is maybe too small scale?
What? No. No, do you?
Me? No. My only worry, is it literally too good?
Like, why hasn't anyone done this before?
I am in.
I'm in. I am.
Okay.
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear Logan!
Happy birthday to you!
Jesus fucking Christ!
You okay, Loge?
Munsters. Meet the fucking Munsters.
Who the fuck is this now?
- So, I guess we should... - Hi! Welcome!
- Welcome, Greg and... - This is Bridget.
Bridget, this is Kerry. Logan's...
Friend, assistant, and advisor.
- Hey, I'm Bridget. - Hi, Bridget. So great to meet you.
Greg, let me and you grab Bridget a drink.
Okay. So, excuse us, Bridget.
I'm sorry. We'll be right back. Make yourself at home.
- Who is this, Greg? - That's my date.
Right, but who is she?
I brought a date. That's okay, right?
What's her name? What's her full name?
Is it Random-fuck? Bridget Random-fuck?
Is she from the apps, Greg?
I really like her. I might have fallen for her.
That's great. How many previous dates have you had?
Kerry, I'm not sure this is appropriate.
We're not a fucking Shake Shack, Greg.
This isn't a pre-fuck party. It's a birthday party.
I am a cousin. I get a plus one.
I'm like an honorary kid.
You're an honorary kid?
- Yeah. Marcia once said... - Marcia's not here.
She's in Milan, shopping. Forever.
You do know that we're in the middle of a hotly-contested election,
your uncle is on the brink of a very large sale
and scoping out a very sensitive acquisition?
Are you certain she's not gonna leak details before the board meeting?
Do you know she's not a hostile corporate asset?
So, we're looking for investment partners
for a revolutionary, new media brand
that's gonna redefine news for the 21st century.
It's an indispensable, bespoke information hub.
Then I go: "The Hundred, greatest experts, best writers,"
"top minds in every field, from Israel-Palestine to AI"
"to Michelin restaurants."
Sorry. I'm gonna take this.
All right, take it.
- Hello? - Hey. How are you?
Good. How are you? What is it?
I was just calling to give you a heads up
and just to say hi,
and just to let you know that I just had a little drink
with Naomi Pierce last night.
Just in case of anything, I just wanted to inform you.
I'm sorry, you're informing me?
I just wanted to perform the ask out of due deference,
just in case of photos or getting talked about.
I'm sorry, you're asking me or you're informing me?
Shiv, it's not a thing.
Then why are you letting me know?
Because it's not business. But it is...
It's fine. You're dating my brother's ex.
It's fine.
Shiv, no. It's social. It's not a sexual thing.
So there's nothing I need to tell you about.
And yet, you're telling me.
Because I bumped into Marlinda, okay?
And of course, she got her little beak in,
so I had to tell her it wasn't business because she asked.
So, the headline is there's nothing to worry about. Okay?
It's fine, it's all fucking fine.
Seriously. Knock yourself out.
Go fucking nail her in the coat check. I don't care.
The kid from St. Paul has really made it.
I just thought this was something worth discussing.
You don't discuss something, Tom, that's already fucking happening.
You don't say "Shiv, do you mind,"
"Naomi and I are at the Pierre and I'm inside her."
- "Would you mind if I ejaculate?" - Whatever.
Fine. I saw from the calendar update you're back in the city tonight?
So, why the fuck are you meeting with her? What's going on?
Take care, Shiv.
It's like a private members' club, but for everyone.
It is clickbait in a way, but for smart people.
We have the ethos of a non-profit,
but a path to crazy margins. Shiv, you okay?
- Yeah. - You sure?
It's fine, I'm fine.
Tom's apparently out with Naomi Pierce.
Did you know about this?
What? No.
- Where are you at with her? - I don't know.
Like carnival of mind fuck. We haven't really talked.
Well, apparently she's fucking Tom now.
Can I go get them?
Yeah. I'm fine. I'm actually fine.
He's not...
It was just a meeting, apparently, so it's fine. Let's do this.
Yeah? Do you think they can just give us two?
I mean, it's fine, but they just got off a long flight.
Tell 'em they can shove their petrodollars
up their human rights record. We need to talk to our sister.
They're fine. They love it.
Just find them a journalist to burn with cigarettes while they wait.
Shiv, is it a date?
I don't know.
It probably isn't, but...
I mean, Naomi Pierce. Dad?
With Dad? You think what?
I got sent this from my team.
Apparently Bun Pierce has been tagged on some girl's Insta at Dad's.
- At Dad's? - At the birthday.
Okay. Well, board meeting imminent.
He sells up, but with ATN spun off?
What? He's lining up a Pierce acquisition to add
to his little fucking ATM rump?
- I guess. - Or it could just be a brain fuck.
Dad twisting our turnips, playing the old fuck trombone.
Set Tom and Nay up to just torture us.
Set them up to torture us?
I mean, he's a sociopath, but he wouldn't be a good torturer.
Not 'cause he doesn't have the stomach,
he just doesn't have the patience.
I'm gonna call Nay.
- Telly? - Yeah?
Telly, jelly, belly, one query.
Pierce, PGN. What's the vibes, YOLO, rumbatron?
Are they in play?
I know they're always open to offers
and the sale contingent on the trust is itchy, I believe.
Should I call Nabby through?
Five more. Please. Just give us five.
Okay, yeah.
Hey. You okay, Con?
Yeah. Just polling.
- Ten days out... - What are you at now?
- Solid. Still holding. - Yeah, one percent.
The fear is in these last days, it could get squeezed.
Squeezed down?
From one? 'Cause that's the lowest number.
No. There's decimals.
They're saying that I could need to get aggressive
in certain media markets
because both sides are trying to squeeze my percent.
That's greedy, knowing they have all the other percents.
But it gets awfully spendy to get aggressive.
Like, how much?
Like another hundred mil.
One hundred million? Damn!
So, what would you get for that? Could you win?
Good Lord, no.
No. That won't move the needle.
The hope is that would maintain my percent.
And for your percent you get...?
A place in the conversation.
Which is great, 'cause conversation's important to be inside of.
But it is kind of a lot. Right, Will?
A hundred million? Yeah.
But if you spent it, you'd still be like rich.
Sure, yeah.
Nevertheless, like, minus a hundred million.
When it comes to this new venture with GoJo,
and if you talk to Matsson, consider it.
Right. Thank you.
So...
- Looks good. - We squared away on this?
Got the structure, got the landing zone.
Naomi thinks that Nan has lost all interest in business.
The left are going after them now.
Savages. They eat their own.
The cousins want out. So, I think, a last push on price maybe...
Little tummy tickle on culture.
And Naomi's flown out to reassure.
This is it. You landed the plane, Logan.
48 hours and out. Congratulations!
Have you heard from the rats?
Shiv? No.
Good.
One thing has been on my mind though, sir.
Yes.
With one thing and another, I'm sure we'll iron it all out,
but the rocky, old road of life,
and the wife part of that can be a difficult part of it.
As you know.
Not to comment, just to say it would be great to get your take.
Hopefully, it won't come to that, but...
In the end, if there is just too much emotional shrapnel...
I wondered what your view would be.
Not that you necessarily need to have one,
but what would happen were a marriage, such as mine,
even in fact mine,
if that were to falter to the point of failure?
- If you and Shiv were to bust up? - Right.
I guess, Shiv and I have had this experiment,
this trial separation,
but whatever happens, we'll always be good, right?
If we're good, we're good.
Okay. Well, that's heartening.
That's heartening.
I'm heartened by that. That's great.
Kerry! Where's the grub?
Tom's going off his nut here.
So, you two are thinking we should be buying Pierce, huh?
Because that's obviously what you're thinking, and let me just say,
that's quite the fucking pivot!
Right. You may be thinking, "What about The Hundred?"
Maybe, fuck The Hundred?
Fuck The Hundred, Shiv?
After Dubai, you were high as shit on it. It was basically your idea.
- I love it. I do. - You do?
Yes, but can't we do both?
Can't we do both?
Let's launch a high-visibility execution-dependent
disruptor news brand
while simultaneously performing CPR on a fucking corpse
of a legacy media conglomerate.
Should we ask Tellis?
Yes. Let's ask Tellis. I wonder what he's gonna say.
"Hey, Telly. Would you rather five million in fees from a funding round"
"or 35 million from an acquisition?"
I thought we were going for The Hundred.
Small, new, fast on our feet.
- Are you scared of fighting Dad? - No, Ken.
That's getting fucking old.
You spent the last three months hunting down contributors, backers, right?
- Working your fucking ass off. - I don't have a view.
All I would say is, maybe it's worth the conversation, all right?
It is our wheelhouse.
It's a Daimler that's been in the barn for 20 years.
Clear the chicken shit off that thing, fucking maybe.
Okay. But can we even afford it?
Okay. It's halved now?
So that's, like, eight, nine bil.
And after the GoJo sale, we'll have 2-3 bil.
So, yeah, that's our nut.
If we partner up with our name with these fucks here,
some other pieces of shit, our experience,
Shiv the yummy dummy Demmy,
my profile as the fearless fighter of the good fight,
you as the dirty little fucker pushing the filth buttons.
Yeah, new gen Roys. We have a fucking song to sing.
I mean, as a business it's much better
than the made-up company of dreams we were ready to pitch.
Fuck you! You loved it!
I do. It's very exciting. But it's kinda bullshit.
Rome, it is. I wanna do something.
We have a seminal election about to happen,
and it's fucking 1933, and I wanna have a say.
It makes sense, Rome, to start an empire with an established brand.
At least rule it out.
Disgustibus!
I hear you've made an enormous faux pas,
and everyone's laughing up their sleeves about your date.
What? Why?
Why? Because she's brought a ludicrously capacious bag.
What's even in there? Flat shoes for the subway?
Her lunch pail? Greg, it's monstrous.
It's gargantuan. You could take it camping.
You could slide it across the floor after a bank job.
Well, whatever. She's another tick on the chart.
The Disgusting Brothers.
Don't call us that. It was heavily ironized, Greg.
Okay. I'm kidding. I really do like her.
Well, she's used all the display towels in the bathroom
and now they're sopping wet.
She's gabbling about herself and posting it on social media.
She's asking people personal questions
and she's wolfing all the canapes like a famished warthog.
People are overreacting. She brought a normal sort of handbag.
You are a laughingstock in polite society.
- You'll never go to the opera again. - Maybe we should go.
Are you okay? What happened?
Nothing. I just asked Logan for a selfie.
- You asked Logan for a selfie? - Yeah.
I said "congrats on the big deal".
I was like "kar-ching", am I right?" I was being funny.
So I'm in touch with their bankers.
Nan thinks she's honor bound to another buyer.
- Did she say no? - No.
But they're close to agreeing the outlines of a deal.
There's not a ton of interest, managing the family's a nightmare,
so they're looking for a preferred bidder to run a bilateral.
She wants to lock in that preferred bidder tonight.
So, she didn't think it could work. But she did say
she could speak to you, Shiv.
Okay. Well, should I at least call?
Just check in at Grey Gardens
and go mano a Nan-o to see if there's anything there at all?
Work your magic.
You good? It's nice, huh?
Yeah. Little piggies stuffing their mouths.
Why is everybody so fucking happy?
Logan...
- You okay? - Yeah.
I got done a huge fucking deal in exactly the right time.
I got ATN, plus Pierce.
I got the election. I got plenty on my plate.
Sure.
I thought there might be a churchman.
I'm sorry?
A cardinal was mentioned. Bit of fucking class.
What about Jeryd?
Mencken? I think that he hopes to, but realistically...
But I think that he hopes to. But Jillian is here.
Do you want me to be in touch with the kids?
When is she calling?
I think she just wants to talk to her whole gang.
Listen, I'm not gonna sit like a cunt,
waiting for that old crone.
The man of the hour!
Colin!
- You all right? - Yeah. Let's get out of here.
So it is Dad. Confirmed.
Yeah. She's a complicated woman.
"I'm honor bound, my mind is made up,"
"but also, how soon can we be there?"
- Fuck her! - What do you think?
I think she hates Dad.
But also thinks we're fake fruit for display purposes only.
I don't know.
Can we tell her to fuck off?
Maybe not go back to the mat with Dad.
You know, back in that fucking room...
- Shall we cards on the table? - Yeah.
- I do like Pierce. - Agreed.
- Fuck's sake! - Rome, it makes sense.
We wanted to do something together, and we know news, entertainment,
and this is off the shelf.
So, I guess until now, you've just sort of been stringing us along?
No. I like the other shit, I do.
I like this, I really do.
And besides, everything else might fall apart.
He might go on a killing spree in 7-Eleven,
and you might get your dick stuck in an AI jerk machine.
I have to look after myself because nobody else will.
I like this.
So, you wanna fly there,
like Nan Pierce's little Windsor Dog Show bitch?
- It's just a checkout. - Yeah.
Fuck! Shit!
I'm worried, I guess.
Like you wanna fuck Dad. You wanna fuck Tom.
I'm the only one who wants to set up a business as a business
and doesn't wanna fuck anyone.
Rome, this acquisition would be nothing to do with Dad.
- It's completely unrelated. - Don't believe you.
- Seriously. - Seriously don't believe you.
Okay, well, this is not about getting back at Dad.
but if it hurts him. it doesn't bother me.
I think that you don't wanna do this 'cause you're scared of conflict.
Honestly, Rome, being rational,
putting aside the internecine family concerns,
the personal tittle tattle,
just think about how fucking funny it would be if we screw Dad
over his decades-long obsession.
You're a good guy.
- Thank you, sir. - You're my pal.
Thank you.
- You're my best pal. - Thank you.
I mean, what are people?
Right.
What are people?
They're economic units. I'm a hundred feet tall.
These people are pygmies.
But together, they form a market.
Okay. Right.
What is a person? It has values and aims,
but it operates in a market.
Marriage market, job market,
money market, market for ideas, et cetera.
So, everything is a market?
Everything I try to do people turn against me.
Nothing tastes like it used to, does it?
Nothing is the same as it was.
You think there's anything after all this? Afterwards?
I don't know.
I don't think so. I think this is it, right?
Maybe.
My Dad is very religious...
But realistically though?
- I don't know. - And that's it.
We don't know. We can't know.
But I've got my suspicions.
I've got my fucking suspicions.
Lookie here! Pardon me!
Hello, Kerry! And how are we today?
Hi! Can you hear me? The line is a little bit...
Sort of. We're in transit. Can you hear me?
You'd be able to hear her better if she took Dad's cock out of her mouth.
What's that?
That was my sister saying that we would hear you better
if you took Dad's cock out of your mouth.
So. My question was, would you consider giving him a call?
Would we consider at least a call?
Well, is he apologizing?
Did he ask?
He...
I know that he would love to hear from you.
If he were to call, then we would see.
It's just gonna be a lot to get him to call, just knowing him.
I think we know him pretty well, actually.
We've never licked his big omelet nipples.
I could get him to text a request for a call.
Text? I'm afraid we're gonna need to hear that voice.
You can pop it back in your mouth. We're getting on the plane.
Thanks, bye.
- Dick. - Problem.
He's not picking up for me. He pick up for you?
Hey!
Will. I'm sorry. Can I get through?
Hey, baby!
Listen. So, you know the wedding.
I've been thinking...
About?
Is the boat special enough? Like, brainstorming...
What if we got married underneath the Statue of Liberty with a brass band?
Get a rapper. I don't know, jet packs,
confetti guns, and razor wire
and bum fights, and, you know, goody bags.
- And hoopla and razzmatazz. - Bum fights?
Con, you sound unhinged. What is this?
If I can get inserted into the news cycle,
that's a huge savings from paid media.
Right. The wedding...
I've always... It's dumb, but I wanted a nice wedding.
I'm scared, Willa.
I have spent so much fucking money and it's getting scary.
If I was to fall under 1%, I would become a laughing stock.
Would you just consider it? Just a little bit of hoopla?
Just for the final push.
Hey, hey, hey!
Kerry said she knows where he is.
He's coming back now. What are you smiling for?
Nothing.
What?
The Disgusting Brothers on motherfucking tour.
- We just did it. - What do you mean you did it?
She's a firecracker, man. She's crunchy peanut butter.
Wait. You did it? Are you serious? Where?
We were looking for the armory slash-cigar-humidor
and she pulled me into a guest bedroom
and bingo-bongo hit that bango.
You actually did it? Greg...
You are fucked.
You're fucked.
Logan, he's camera'ed up the wazoo. CCTV.
- Which room? - Every room. You know that.
I evidently did not know that.
- Are you serious? - Of course.
And he watches it back every night with a scotch.
See if anyone's stolen a butter knife.
He's gonna fucking gut you like a rainbow trout.
Fuck!
What did you do? Were the lights on?
Did you actually do it? Tell me.
We put our hands down each other's pants.
And had a bit of a rummage.
Did you rummage to fruition?
Can I not say?
You've accidentally made him a sex tape, Greg.
- Oh my God! - You need to tell him.
Okay, party's over. Rival bid, let's go!
Tom, Gerri, Karl, Frank, upstairs, library.
Let's flush it out.
Would you mind just giving me a sec?
Okay. Sure.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hi!
So she's having a little wobble.
Nan? What do you mean?
She's not sure it feels right to meet you guys. But she feels terrible.
Okay. So, what do we do?
She might be getting a headache.
She wondered if you could give her five, see how it develops.
Okay, sure.
Let's see how the headache develops.
Okay, Jesus.
So, who's crawled out of the woodwork?
Who is it?
- What? - The kids are with the Pierces.
They are the rival bidders? Butter my beanpole.
How did they pick up the scent?
A million ways. Everybody knows they're looking for suitors.
Could they even get the cash together? Couldn't Logan stop them?
If Waystar is sold, they have the right to liquidate their five percents.
- You should probably tell him. - I'm very focused on the GoJo deal.
This is a side issue.
- You're such a trusted advisor. - Yeah, but I'm getting out.
I don't know what the news is, and it's beyond my purview,
and I'm walking away.
- Beware the blood sugar. - Well, fucking find out!
- Sir, if I may have a moment. - What? What's the issue?
The rival bidder, it's probably the kids.
I don't think you have anything to be concerned about.
You are the solid option.
Call your wife, Tom.
Call your fucking wife and tell them to get their own fucking idea.
It's pathetic!
And tell her she's never had a single fucking idea in her entire life!
- What? - No, it can wait.
What else?
It's private. Can you and I just have a moment?
- Over there. - Thank you. Sir.
You think she's just cooling us off? Doing a Dad move?
No, no. Poor thing has a headache.
So, she's feeling a little better. If you like, she will see you.
Get to talk to an old lady about newspapers. Thank you so much.
So how did it go?
So, he says he finds me disgusting and despicable,
but he kind of smiled.
- Did he? - Yeah.
What did you say?
So, I said she's a bit wild.
She's quite eager
and maybe she'd had a hit of the old wacky tabacky or worse.
And that I never intended to soil these halls.
And maybe she's just a bit of a...
Bit of a drug-addled, cock monster. So, you blamed it on her.
You're so gallant.
She's gonna have to leave, okay?
Is that really necessary?
- Do you have an issue with that? - No, look.
Colin, I'm fond of her, but we must do as we see fit.
She posted to social media.
I'm gonna have to ask to go through her phone.
You wanna come explain?
Wait, sorry. You know what?
I think it is best if you go do what you have to do.
I don't wanna see what happens in Guantanamo.
So you go, do your ways, and God be willing.
Well, hello! Welcome!
Apologies for the kerfuffle. I have an appalling migraine.
But I can manage. How are you all?
- Great. - Great to see you.
And it's a lovely place.
If would seem that they shred hundred-dollar notes for fertilizer.
Now, how are you all fairing in terms of your father?
We're fine. It's just a complicated, private situation.
Whereby we all hate him.
Well, please sit.
Look, as you probably know, we are talking with our bankers.
And we have a whole number of very interesting proposals to consider.
And I think it's all wrapped up.
So, I wanted to say thank you for coming,
but I think it's just a little bit too late.
We have a preferred bidder.
I hope that I have not inconvenienced you.
Okay, well, lovely visit. Great to see you guys.
Really. I am very sorry.
May I offer you some bottles?
They might as well be jars of jam to me,
but the connoisseurs seem to like them.
I fear I have peasant tastes.
You don't wanna just hear the offer?
I got a taste for hypermarchÃ© vin ordinaire
when I was 19 years old and I have never been able to shake it.
I like my wine thin and vinegary.
- Like her men. - Naomi!
No, but really I fear it is a trip made in vain.
The other offer's just too good.
Listen, long story short, Nan, you called this right before.
Logan wants to take your company and fuck it.
He loathes you
and he wants to take your properties and roll them in the dirt.
And we wouldn't do that.
I think that after this election,
we all, as a country, could be in a very bad place.
We would maintain your values.
That's all good and well, but obviously, with one thing and another,
we have a responsibility to get the best possible deal for my family
and the other shareholders.
I'm confident that we can be competitive on price.
What with Jamie's divorce and Anne's disaster in Maine...
And this place...
How's your financing? Not that I understand at all.
It's robust.
Tellis and our team can talk to your people.
And in terms of your futures?
We've written our resignation letters
and the GoJo deal signs in 48 hours.
You'd still be married to the head of ATN.
- That's a bit messy. - I'm getting a divorce.
Okay. I'm sorry to hear that.
It's a sad, sad day when love dies.
Listen, this is very confusing.
And I don't want to talk numbers. It's not about the numbers.
Totally.
Shall we just say our number, just see if that makes any sense?
I don't like this.
Makes me feel like I'm in the middle of a bidding war.
Horrible.
Different people saying different numbers. Eight, nine. What's next?
It's so confusing. What comes after nine? Nine B?
Would you mind if we all had a brief chat?
Have you seen the view from the terrace? It's incredible.
- Can't beat it. - We'll try.
Thank you.
Nan is thinking, and she wondered if she could ask for your indulgence.
It's not a money question.
So, you okay to hold on for a minute just before you talk to her?
Well, what else can I fucking say?
Hi. Yeah. We'll hold.
Nobody tells jokes anymore, do they? Karl, do you have any jokes?
What's that?
I'm saying, Karl, it's a bit dry in here.
Do you have any jokes?
- Let me think. - Dry as fucking dust. Come on!
Roast me! Give me a drubbing!
Frank, start. Be funny!
It's not really my thing, Chief.
You don't think I can take it?
No, it's just not my style. I mean, I can.
The thing about Logan Roy is...
The thing about Logan is he's a tough old nut.
Christ. Sid fucking Caesar. Greggy.
You're mean. You're a mean, old man.
You're a mean, old bastard, and you scare the life out of folks.
That's your thing. You're scaring me right now.
And that's why I don't even know what to do.
Who wants to smell Greg's finger?
Guess the scent, win a buck.
Come on! Roast me!
Where's all your kids, uncle Logan?
- On your big birthday. - Where's your old man?
Still sucking cock at the county fair?
Gerri, been sent anything funny lately?
All a bit horrible for me. Thanks, Logan.
I'm not being horrible, I'm being fun. Fucking Munsters.
Okay, very good. Hang on.
So, she would like to get this figured out
in theory, at least, tonight.
The uncertainty is not good.
They would like us to get our best foot forward
on an indicative price tonight.
No need to play nice. Should I tell her to fuck off?
- Loge? - I'm thinking.
- Is she talking to them? - I think so.
Okay, okay, okay. Kerry, I may need input.
Tellis, you there?
Hey, yeah. I think we can get that together.
Okay, so were gonna go in and say eight.
We're starting at eight.
But if we're going for this, let's not be hard asses.
We gotta let her know that we can see upside,
but she's gotta help us prove it out.
What? Yes, I'm interested. Shut up!
- Okay. So should I... - Yeah, she likes you.
- Eight is good. - Thanks, T.
Great, call you back.
Tell her what? We anchor at seven?
Not a problem.
Not too insulting?
It's fine. I mean, it's insulting,
but it's not like you're wasting relationship capital. She hates you.
Start at six. But like you're kidding around.
Seven is what we soft-floated, right?
Six. Find something we've lost conviction on
just to let her know that we're not Terry fucking Turnip Truck over here.
Hi, Nan!
This may be hard to say for me and to tear for you...
Thank you.
Hi, Nan. So I think we're looking at...
Were very relaxed about the eight billion landing spot.
This is disgusting.
But thank you.
- We'll just need a minute. - Okay.
Right.
They didn't love it.
What are they up to, do you think?
- I don't know. - I don't wanna lose this, Tommy.
You wanna just jump right up? What to?
Call your wife. Call Shiv.
So, she appreciates eight.
Yeah? She appreciates it? Cool.
But she wonders if there's a little more upside.
Okay. Telly. Hello.
Eight-five. Can we go there, T?
I don't have the precise composition of our consortium.
But I know the asset and I think we can get there.
You fucking jerking it to your yacht catalogue there, T?
This is exciting, guys!
Thanks, Tellis. That's a great insight.
He's gonna bill us 200 mil for that strategy advice.
Incoming.
Hello? Tom?
Okay. He wants a discussion.
What? Dad's got Tom on this? What? Was Colin not available?
- Hey, Shiv. - Fuck you, mountain man!
Hey! We were just wondering
if we're not being played a little since this is all indicative.
What did he go up to, Tom?
- I can't tell you that. - Come on, you can tell me.
Did he go to nine? He didn't go to nine, did he?
We were just wondering, all things being equal,
the asset does have a price
and it would be crazy to add an emotional premium here.
So should we be looking for a back door on this?
What's Dad's ceiling?
Well, what's your ceiling?
You go first, Tommy. Build that trust, bruh.
His ceiling is...
Your dad is just...
Shiv, could we just talk?
- Our ceiling is 12. - Fuck off!
- Yeah. - Okay, sure.
Ours, too. Okay.
I think Dad is gonna go to nine. 9,5.
So we need to be at 9,5. Right, Tellis?
I wonder if we don't nickel and dime it and we just go to ten.
So, we think Dad's at eight-five, nine. So, we go nine-five to top them out.
But ten? Just to show that were really serious?
That's just an extra half bil?
It's definitive. It ends the conversation.
Well, that's a pretty penny for a conversation ender.
Can't I just, like, jizz in her Break Bumper?
It rounds it out.
It does that, it makes it extremely divisible.
Half a billion dollars is 500 million dollars.
A million is a thousand thousand. You do know that.
500 times a thousand thousand of actual money
that we could be spending on snowmobiles and sushi.
It's getting toppy, but it would be great to be the preferred bidder.
But is it actually worth it?
It's worth what the top bidder will pay, I guess.
I really wish I went to Harvard Business School like you, T.
It is intimidating talking to an intellectual giant like yourself.
- Ten? - Ten.
I mean...
Okay. Yeah, ten. Fuck you. Ten.
So. Nan, look.
We love the company and the heritage,
and we'd like to make an offer that we think values the company
and ends the conversation and closes this out.
On an indicative handshake, we'd like to take Pierce
to the next stage of its evolution with a bid of ten billion dollars.
That gives us something to think about.
So they're not accepting another bidder.
Excuse me?
They said they've received a conversation-ending offer.
- Tell them I'll go up. - She says they're content.
That's bullshit.
I get the impression it's upwards of 9,5.
Fucking geniuses. Ten?
I get a ten feeling.
Kind of feels like we should fucking open some champagne.
I am going back to LA to retire to my bedroom
and pull myself off quite aggressively hard.
- Shotgun. - Hang on!
- Will you speakerphone me, Shiv? - Yeah. It's Tom.
Hi! Okay.
So, I have your dad and he has a message.
Congratulations on saying the biggest number, you fucking morons.
I think we got him.
Yeah.
It's me.
Mondale...
It's okay.
Hey.
Sorry, did I wake you?
No. I thought you were hoteling.
I needed wardrobe access, actually.
I thought you took your favorites.
I don't wanna be restricted to my favorites, Tom.
Okay. Do you wanna talk?
I hear you and Greg call yourselves the Disgusting Brothers now.
Pretty cool.
Do you have a logo, and do you do "The Rules"?
Is Greg your wingman?
We sometimes grab a drink, Shiv.
It's pretty cool. I hear you date models now.
We agreed that we could have a look around while we had a think, right?
You look good. Ripped.
Well, I don't think so. But thank you.
Did you get buff for the models, Tom?
Do you bring them back here and do the positions?
Do you do all the positions with your models now, Tom?
Do you take turns with Greg?
Do they sit on your face to shut you up?
Do you really want to get into a full accounting of all the pain
in our marriage? If you do, I can do that.
How's Mondale?
Mondale's fine. Don't worry about him.
I guess he doesn't recognize your scent any longer.
Well, things have become complicated.
I wonder if there's even a way through this.
Right.
You know, I wonder if we might've run out of road.
We were going to have a big talk.
I wonder if you might want to make it official, you know?
Do you wanna talk?
There's some things I wouldn't mind saying and explaining.
I don't wanna rake up a whole lot of bullshit for no profit, Tom.
- But I feel... - Just stop!
I don't think it's good for me to hear all that.
I think it might be time for you and I to move on.
That makes me sad.
Sure.
And you don't want to talk about what happened?
I think we could talk things to death.
But actually, we both just made some mistakes.
I think a whole lot of crying and bullshit is not gonna help that.
If you're good,
we can just walk away with our heads held high
and say good luck, yeah?
Well, okay.
I could see if I can make love to you.
Would you like to?
I don't think so, Tom.
Should I go? Or are you gonna go?
I'm tired, so...
But you can stay there, if you like.
Okay.
So this is it?
Yeah, I guess.
Gave it a go...
Yeah, we gave it a go.
Two men sustained life-threatening injuries
as result of a brawl gone too far.
However, no shots were fired at this family friendly 3-day event.
Instead, Brian Allen and Pete Meyers,
two firearms experts in their own right...
Hello? Logan?
Cyd, I just watched the top of the hour.
It's bullshit. People watch at night,
I watch at night.
Who is this fucking lunk anyway?
He looks like a ball sack in a toupee.
Are you losing it, Cyd? Are you fucking losing it?
I'm on it. Don't worry.
"This has sullied a family-oriented and entirely peaceful occasion."
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