Succession

Well, we need to locate all written information

relevant to this investigation.

Are you aware of any document destruction?

You know what? I really need to pee!

I'm gonna have to fight now for every fucking shareholder vote.

Coochie-fucking-coo.

Yeah, I haven't seen him like this for a while.

You wanna stay over or what?

Isn't now the time to just let him know

you have options?

I happen to know there's a media operation

in need of a new CEO.

Uh, me? At Pierce?

Have you seen this?

They're saying you punched him, which caused him, in effect,

to drive his car into the river.

How about we offer a visit to the family?

Actually, Ken, why don't you come in with me?

We should stick together on this.

Don't you agree?

Dad? I need to ask, is it still me?

You know that I want this, and that I can do it.

Then why are you fucking me about?

The Pierce job.

Hey, Ken. I think we've got a problem.

We want to thank you for coming to this first preview

of Willa's baby,

'cause it isn't easy to...

to give birth in front of a thousand people.

So... anyway.

Uh... But I... I have to say, I could...

watch it all day.

And if you're talking with your friends,

remember, a lot of the lines you heard were placeholders.

- Correct? - That's right, yeah, um...

I... I had a virus, so...

Yeah, I think it's like,

maybe 30, 40 percent improvement

when... if I, you know, get to full... power.

Yeah, but the cast, amazing.

Absolutely.

But previews, so, you know, watch this space.

- Thank... Thank you. - Thank you.

- Fuck. - You okay?

Yeah, just Rhea. She's like fucking knotweed.

Dad's plaque thing.

Oh, yeah, the little Dundee dinner.

- Trip to Scotland, 50 years in the biz. - Mm.

Yeah, not so little anymore. She went full on.

She's turning it into a fucking surprise party,

Rhea-produced Logan-athon.

I would tell your dad that she's a traitorous viper

and that she stabbed you in the back.

Oh, come on.

Go whining to Logan?

Come... I need to be smarter than that.

- Hey. - Hey.

Who's that?

Huh?

Is that... "him"?

- Him who? - "Him who?"

Look at you.

- What? No. - Are you sweating?

It's construction sand,

and it's supposed to be desert sand.

- I mean, can we fix that? - Sure.

Willa. Hey.

- Hi. - I just want to say congrats.

I didn't realize, but that was, uh, you know?

You're a playwright.

- Thank you. Yeah... - Yeah.

I mean, I've always told you I'm a playwright.

Yeah, but, you know, Roman's, like...

"written a screenplay".

- Thanks, bro. - Yeah. Yeah.

This is the worst it'll be. It can only get better.

Right, okay.

Hey, so, Con, who... who's, um...

Who's that chick that Willa's talking to right now?

Oh, Jennifer? Yeah, she's one of 'em.

She's one of the wackjobs, the actors...

but no, yeah, she's fantastic.

She's just got this unbelievable gift for...

- pretending. - She was amazing.

Oh. Uh-huh. You okay?

Hey, I'm drowning in pussy and everything's golden.

Well, that's great, Kenny.

- Hey, uh... - Hey.

- Ken. - Yeah.

Did you get this email from Rhea about the tribute videos?

- Ooh, uh-huh. - Yeah, and you know that she's...

she's lunching Sid and Laird, right?

Mm-hm.

I mean...

Shiv, look. It's all changing all the time...

- Oh. Oh, okay. So, you're like... - So, like,

- you're out of the game... - no big deal.

...and you're just stockpiling lentils and...

- and hoarding antibiotics? - No, that's not what I'm saying.

I'm just saying it's all good, you know?

It's like there's nothing new under the sun.

Sorry, will you excuse me for just a moment?

My father has always been my greatest champion

and my hero.

Congratulations on 50 years at the top of the biz.

I love you, Dad.

Nice. Uh... You want to try one more?

Why?

No, uh, that was perfect, uh, just...

didn't know if... if you... you wanted one more.

If it was perfect, why would I want one more?

I just... I meant, um...

Why don't we do just one more where...

maybe you really, like, sell how... how you're feeling?

Yeah. Okay. Let's do it.

All right. Take four.

What up, prick licks?

It's me, Dr. Moron.

I'm a ding-dong, doodle-bug dipshit with a tit mouse dick

and my dad hates all of you.

Fucky-go-bye-bye. How was that?

Was that good?

It's interesting that Dad's agreed

to go back to Scotland for this dedication dinner.

- Yeah. - He didn't have it easy.

Mm-hm.

He had to shit outside, right?

Sometimes, I think I'll never truly understand Dad

until I shit outside.

I doubt that squatting over a storm drain

is going to crack the case on him.

I just said, "I love you, Dad", like ten times in a row.

I think that doubles my lifetime count.

Hey, what do you reckon, Rome, Dad boning Rhea?

Can't wrap my head around that.

Too steamy. Too hot.

We should all talk about what this means...

for us, you know?

We're... You know, we're all sensing a shift, right?

Well, Gerri says she looks like the new thing.

Well, it happens Gerri was the new thing once.

- Remember? - Huh.

You think he ever boned Gerri?

I don't know.

I just think we need to be careful.

Aw, what's wrong?

You all wedgied up because Rhea stood on your back

and worked your arms like an elliptical?

I'm just saying, I wonder if we should have a plan,

you know, in case Dad does something rash.

Connor, we're ready for you.

Oh. Okay. Wish me luck.

Hey, Dad. It's me, Connor Roy, your son.

I just want to say that you've always been my superhero, Dad.

You fight the bad guys and you always win.

I know we don't get to spend

as much time together one-on-one as we'd like,

and that makes me sad,

but I'm unbelievably proud to be your son.

I super love you, Super-Dad.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, how are you? Loud!

- What? - And you're wearing the same clothes

as yesterday. You want us to think you got laid.

Nice try.

- Hey, Ken. - Hey.

Siobhan's planning to kill Rhea.

Uh... No. I'm not.

We're having a discussion. There's no plan.

I'm just encouraging us to assess our options.

Okay. Is that our business?

The business with our name on it, is it our business?

I don't know. If... You know, if Dad's into it...

Like, whatever he thinks is usually pretty on target.

Okay, well, I think Rhea is dangerous,

and I think we need to stop her.

Well, it... it's clear you need to stop her.

What if she sells the company for parts?

Eight weeks ago,

Dad was ready to kick over the whole sandcastle...

He didn't though, did he?

Struck a little deal on the side instead, Shiv.

All right. You know what?

We need to put feelings aside and call a family truce,

because we need to fuck her from 100 different directions

at a thousand miles an hour. I'm serious.

Uh... Kendall.

Yeah, I mean, I guess...

it would be nice to keep it in the family.

Oh, Ken. Maybe tell that heartwarming story

about how you tried to kill him and take over the company.

That ought to moisten the old peepers.

So, Connor, I, um...

Do you know the sand that's in Sands?

You mean the nine metric tons of Gypsum white

they gouged me for 5.29 a bag?

Sure, I know the sand.

So, I was sitting pretty close to the stage,

and so, I... I had great seats,

and, um... and I think there's something maybe living in it,