Succession

Hey, Ken. Are you okay? - Is he okay?

Uh, he's in the bathroom.

Hey! Hey, sir!

Jet's en route back.

And, uh, where we headed, sir?

Okay. Where are the planes? Can we go?

Should be no more than an hour.

I got us a nice room to wait in.

At least, not that nice, actually,

but it was the nicest I could source.

Where are we going, do you know?

E... Either New York or Geneva

or London or Singapore or L.A.

Okay. Thank you.

- What's he saying? - Not much.

Look, I mean, do we know what's he thinking?

Yeah, well, he's talking about his Mom a lot.

- Oh! Okay. - His mom?

What... what's the play?

I don't know.

Lot of interesting ideas flying around.

I got fired. He got fired. She got promoted.

I got re-hired. She got demoted, right? It's...

Come on!

Um... Dad? Want me to ride with you?

You wanna suck my dick?

Is what he said

to his son as the sexual assault allegations poured in.

Hey, dude.

Let me call you back.

Hey, Ken.

If, if you're okay, will you just say, "Okay,"

so that I know you're okay?

Because otherwise I... I'll have to break the door down

and I don't really want... I don't know if I'll be able to.

Wha... But, um...

Okay. Action stations.

Let's fucking go, let's get into this.

- (ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES) - And where are we going, Ken?

Waystar, plant a flag, fix on my lawyer, PRs,

get some independent directors shaking,

and maybe ride in to see the fucking Feds.

- (PRESS CLAMORING) - (CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)

No comment! No comment!

- No comment! No comment! - You don't have to say that.

You don't have to say that, Greg, just don't comment.

Excuse me. No comment! No comment!

Stop! Stop! Stop it!

- Okay, Jess, let's go. Uh-huh.

- This is a company vehicle. - What?

I mean, I don't have a dog in this fight.

But since you just clearly opened the company up

to investigation, lawsuits,

I imagine you're no longer working for the company?

Well, no, because I was acting in the best interests of the company.

Yeah? Violating your duty of confidentiality?

Violating your fiduciary duties as a director?

Look. I need a sealed unit here, Karolina. I need a clean jar.

So... so... are you in for this fucking revolution?

No, I know it's exciting. And, and I... I... I s...

- I... - Are you with me, yes or no?

Why did you do it like that, Ken?

- I mean, did you know? - Me? No. No.

No, I had no prior warning and I was surprised at his comments,

but now I am obviously concerned and interested to hear more.

- Okay. This is a fork in your life, Karolina.

This is the righteous vehicle.

- It's just not... It's not... - Okay. Stop the car.

- Out. Out. Please. I need to make calls. Ken...

I can't have weevils in the fucking flour sack, okay?

- Out. Now. - Ken?

Everything you've heard today is privileged.

Repeat anything and I'll sue you out of your fucking ass.

- Are you coming, Greg? - I... um...

I, uh, I...

I... I... I think I'm just gonna catch a ride with these guys.

- Right. - Okay? Thank you.

- (PRESS CLAMORING) - (DOOR SHUTS)

Why'd you get kicked out of the car? What happened?

Why did you leave Kendall's car?

Was he driving to the airport?

Do you have anything to say?

Logan Roy was personally and fully aware

of the crimes committed aboard Brightstar Cruises.

Kendall Roy says his father oversaw

millions of dollars of payments

to hide and cover-up criminal activity at the cruise line.

Roy went on to deliver a blistering denunciation

- of his father and the values and practices at Waystar Royco. Nice.

The media empire and parent company

of the conservative news channel, ATN, and the correspondent that...

So, what are you actually thinking?

- What am I thinking? - Yeah, what are you thinking?

What you mean? In terms of what?

Um, in terms of the fucking... the situation?

Hmm... I'm thinking that we just need to back Dad right now,

and I can't believe anyone would think anything else.

Yeah. Yeah, of course. Yeah.

But... what am I actually thinking?

Hmm?

Well, I'm thinking, "Is he toast?"

Oh, fuck, you are? Really?

Yeah, well, what, what are you thinking?

I don't know.

Yeah, I am thinking that maybe I shouldn't be thinking,

"Is he toast?"

- (ROMAN SIGHS) - Is he okay?

I really think we should react.

By George, I think he's on to something!

Hey, Hugo's got planes.

Hi. Listen, I'm drowning in calls.

And I want to deny, you know, speculation.

So, uh, I'm just checking that obviously

we're all good if I say, for a starter,

that he never hurt anyone, and he never...

touched anyone, personally?

You can reassure on that, Hugo.

- Good. Did you know?

Connor? Roman? Shiv?

Did you know?

Wh... What's that?

Did you know he was going to do that?

- I was wondering. - Well, obviously not, Dad.

Uh-huh.

Kendall's mentally ill. He's insane.

Hmm.

Where's my phone?

Don't know, Pop. We'll call you.

Uh, yeah, you got it on silent?

Okay, I think I want Lisa Arthur as my personal lawyer,

but can you call Remi to hit me up with other names?

Uh-huh.

Greg, Greg, if I get taken out on other shit,

I might need you to take my cultural temperature.

- Uh-huh. Got it. - Okay?

As in? Uh, wh... what does that, uh, mean?

Like before I get my media monitoring in place

I might need you to slide the sociopolitical thermometer

up the nation's ass and take a reading.

- Okay? I'll get seasick. - (STUTTERS)

Just feed me the metadata, anything that's gonna

- move the market on me reputationally, yeah? - (PHONE NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah. Sure.

Uh, media monitoring department over here.

Wow, everyone is telling me Lisa Arthur.

She's my girl.

Did you... did you get her avails for me, Jess?

Um, we have a call out to her...

- (PHONE CONTINUES RINGING) - Okay. Um...

Jess Jordan on Kendall's phone.

- Is it him? - Hi.

- Kendall's, uh, just attending... - Just listen.

To some other matters but I can pass on your thoughts.

What... what's he saying?

(WHISPERS) Do you wanna know? - Yeah.

Okay. I'll tell him.

Uh, he says that this could get very ugly for him.

You played a decent move.

If you were to retract

and say that you were unwell and that you misspoke,

then maybe there's a deal here.

You know what? Tell him, legally,

it's not wise for me to talk to him,

but that I'm going to be in contact with the government

and that this would be a good moment for him to step down.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER PHONE) - Okay, he heard.

That I'm gonna grind his fucking bones

to make my bread.

Uh, he says, in that case,

he's going to grind up your bones to make his bread.

Okay?

Well, tell him,

that I'm gonna run up off the fucking beanstalk.

Okay. Logan? Yeah, he says in that case

he's going to run up off the, uh, beanstalk?

He's kind of laughing. But not, like, nice laughing.

Just tell him he should step back and cooperate.

I don't want to see him behind bars.

(ON PHONE) We may no longer be on the same side,

but I don't want that.

That's bullshit.

That's fucking sanctimonious bullshit.

It was a fucking play.

It was a play, it was a fucking move.

So, don't act like a cunt to me

because it won't fucking wash!

Okay, bye.

What... what... what did he say?

- Um... - Any actual legal or, or physical threats?

- Uh... - You know what?

Don't need that in my head.

Just put it in an e-mail and send it to yourself, in case it comes up.

Okay. Action stations.

I gave him a chance. Gerri.

Everyone, let's go.

Okay. Great.

So, I suggest I call DOJ

and just right away let them know

how horrified we were to learn of these, um, allegations