Industry

While my baseline was fulfilling

the needs of the desk,

I also stood out on my own.

I've formulated over two dozen

bespoke macro trading strategies

across a number of instruments,

vanilla cash equities

to exotic derivatives,

leveraging at all points

our different silos on the floor

and cross-selling products

at every opportunity.

I can say confidently

that by sales credits,

I'm the standout grad

in front of you today.

And I want to prove that

this track record of producing

at the highest level

isn't a one-time thing.

I have carried

the culture of the firm,

led with integrity,

and thought like an owner.

It's in my blood.

I'm a Pierpoint person.

You ready to bite

the head off a bear?

Anyone want to start punting

on which grads are staying?

'cause I'm making markets.

A hundred quid minimum...

I really appreciate you

taking the time to meet with me.

Um, I know I can add value

and I know I'm ready

for clients, you know,

properly covering them.

Yeah.

I mean, there's no guarantees.

You'd still have to be hired

permanently by FX tomorrow,

you know, by Hilary.

I mean, it's his headcount.

Sure. Totally, yeah.

But I'm definitely receptive

to the idea of you moving over.

How has your experience

of FX been?

Um...

I mean, they're kind of a law

unto themselves, right?

Have you felt supported?

I...

I-- I think so, yeah.

You know, as-- as much as one

can be.

...you believe in.

Liquidity is thin.

Trade fears with China,

slower Chinese growth,

big warnings in tech,

and the usual Brexit sludge.

Another three percent downside

from last night

to move before S&P

circuit breakers kick in.

Look, I said I don't know

any of their names.

Be descriptive.

Hey, c--

can we help you?

Yeah, can I just get two minutes

with you, if possible.?

Uh, sure.

Yeah, when I'm done.

No, I just...

Um, it-- it won't take

any time at all.

Harper, when we're done.

Okay, fine.

Fuck.

Mr. Spearing?

Cheers.

Sixteen pages,

24 minutes to say, "Do nothing."

I cannot believe

that she was away...

It's consensual.

He's constantly hedged.

If he's saying, "Sell market,"

then say so...

And the numbers!

Ugh, burning

the fucking numbers...

Oy, Rish.

Yup?

How do we know

if we're safe tomorrow?

Watch your lines.

Red means dead.

If they call you

before 6:00 p.m.,

you're not coming back

on Monday.

And remember,

when you're in the room

ignore the camera.

Speak directly

to the desk heads.

And don't act the cunt.

It's simple, really.

Gus, I thought it might be

a good idea for us to catch up

before your presentation

tomorrow?

Perhaps we could

grab lunch later?

We could do it

in the Executive Dining Room.

Sara, I heard whispers

Adler's over from New York.

Is it bad news?

Oh, um...

news to me.

The last time

Adler came over,

half the desk got laid off.

Exec dining room, huh?

Only top brass up there.

your product promised

a world-class

shaving experience.

And I-- I have razor bumps

all over my pubis.

There's nothing

in your literature

about using it down there!

Have you, uh... had a chance

to think about

what we discussed?

Look, what do you think

people use

your fucking products for?

Look, I wanna talk

to your fucking manager.

Are we elevating it?

I'm still thinking.

Do you want me to bring it up

in the room?

You obviously don't want me

to say anything.

You always have a choice.

But are you a team player,

Yasmin?

Because I like to hire

team players.

Do you know how much

of a humiliation this is?

I have fucking three

Tinder dates lined up this week.

Unsubscribe me now,

and I expect to not see

a pro rata direct debit

on my next statement.

So, we've had

very good reports about you.

From who?

I wasn't given a mentor.

Every time I was proactive,

I was shut down.

The desk politics meant that

I was effectively invisible.

And I understand, given where

I sat at the start of the year,

who I sat next to,

I'm a problem for you.

No, th-- this isn't about Hari.

Well, to be honest,

it's the only thing you ever

want to talk to me about.

A guy died.

The bank was responsible.

Your job was to elide

that responsibility.

I can testify to the culture

of this place,

the culture that you do

your best to hide.

I don't come up here enough.

Look at how high up

the two of us are.

Okay. What if I said

I didn't see your talent?

What if I saw you

as a walking PR disaster?

Shall I be more cynical

or, um, "honest," as you say,

because cynicism's

just honesty in code,