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I can get Sam on it.
GERRI: Mm-hmm.
-Uh, thank you. -All right.
KENDALL: Corporate retreat? You-- You still wanna do that?
Uh...
I hate to be a party pooper, but I have poop.
Let's, uh... Let's bag this elephant for Dad.
SHIV ROY: Dad's in a secret meeting,
Buddy. Trust no one, ever.
Maybe he's a genius.
Hey, Dad.
No half-hearted oink.
But someone inside.
(LOGAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
TABITHA: That's one word for it.
The Mail did a hit piece.
and that's about it.
-You saw the vid? -Uh, yeah.
Pierce. People are against it.
-and who wants to stop it? -I think it could be good.
Talk soon. Thanks for letting me know. Bye.
-blood sausage-- -Come on, everyone.
SHIV ROY: Think that's chasing the white whale.
I didn't even meet her. I didn't-- I pre-met her.
I want Pierce!
-Do you know him? -Rat-fucker Sam? Yeah, sure.
-Um... -They-- They're waiting for you.
Nice, right?
but a few of us were having a few doubts.
To take a leak.
You can age your wine five years in ten seconds.
Do you think he even knows what a jail is?
Grow a moustache and read the Journal?
Jesus.
How much is a gallon of milk?
Might as well just throw a grenade at the pigs.
"Some work of noble note may yet be done,
and how I'm getting up and everything,
What's going on in there?
Don't let me down, soldier.
-Coffee? -Nah. The usual.
-CONNOR: Oh, okay. Dad? -Yeah.
Thanks.
You wanna come?
Okay. Wise words.
there's gonna be a new sheriff in town one day.
Wh-- You fucking serious? How old are you?
correctly couched, uh, we could be at a "maybe".
I've got a grandson coming?
-She is. Hey. -SHIV: Hi.
those are serious guys.
Ah, busy, busy, busy.
that either breaks us or takes half a decade to integrate.
She knows that I'm something of a Libertine,
Give Maria my, um...
I want you to meet my consultants.
Uh... Oh, hello? Is this the replicant department?
Well, Pierce also own the New York Mail,
Hey, I was thinking, we should maybe think of
Um, your dad was a little peppery.
A toast. Uh-- Oh, Frank. You wanna?
-In a way... -He likes you, Tom.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER) -(HORN BLOWS)
You okay?
-Sausage? -No, thank you.
-That's not fair. That's unfair. -Greg,
He's not a fan of the old, uh, the old biographical, uh...
and we fucking hate the Mail.
Hey, Tom. Just checking you talked to him.
someone talked to his biographer?
-I-- I-- -No. Okay.
Wait, where's Kendall, is he safe?
that Sam will find out the person emailed
If you-- If you tell Logan,
LOGAN: You're unemployed. This is a job.
Um, okay.
Uh-huh. Yeah.