It will be held on the third.
- That's in five days. - That's not a problem, is it?
How well do you know the area?
Very well.
I know that the oil is coming from there...
but I can't tell you if it came from there.
What does that mean?
Where it actually came out of the ground...
as opposed to where it was delivered from.
How can you find out?
There is satellite tracking of tanker movements.
We have consultants who watch the major ports.
We employ a lot of former KGB agents.
How quickly can you track this down for me?
It's not cheap.
Neither is my firm's reputation.
What the...
Jesus fucking Christ.
What a sicko.
The good news, though, is that it's not a human heart.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
You get a note or anything?
- No. - Got any ideas who might've done this?
Ex-girlfriend? Someone who has a key?
A housekeeper...
and an ex-wife, but this is pretty extreme, even for her.
You got a new girlfriend?
Working on it.
You'd be surprised. No matter what they say, they always care.
Probably thought it was poetic or something.
Now, you could file a report, but dollars to donuts, it was your ex.
My ex tried to kill my goddamn dog.
- Good night, sir. - Good night.
Tom?
Hi.
You. Sorry, I'm just...
You okay?
Just taking a walk. Crazy day.
You look like you could use a drink.
I'm meeting some friends downtown but...
- You should go. - No, they can wait.
You want to go have a drink?
No, I should probably just keep walking, really.
No strings attached. Okay?
Honestly, we'll just talk.
Come on.
I'll tell you about my day.
- You don't look well. - Thank you.
I hope my message didn't upset you.
I'm sorry, I don't think I got your message.
Of course you did. I left it in your refrigerator.
I'm sorry, I'm not much of a cook.
What the fuck are you talking about? Did you put that in my fridge?
Subtle, no, but...
you seemed to be having a problem getting the message.
Message? What fucking message?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
A souvenir for you.
He asked too many questions, also.
Fucking bitch!
I'll kill you!
Shit!
Your reputation preceded you...
but you disappoint us.
You should grab the $25 million while the offer is still on the table.
Fuck you.
I know it's hard to lose your best friend.
I wonder if it is worse to lose a girlfriend.
Of course, you have only known her for a few months, but...
this one is special, isn't she?
That's one way to get rid of the competition.
You want to protect her?
Keep her out of it.
And get the fucking deal done.
Leave your message after the beep.
Hi, handsome.
Should I be concerned that you're out so late?
Call me back whenever.
I never sleep, you know me.
Deena?
Call the data center, and have Abbey's name deleted...
from all the lists associated with the Condor deal.
Now.
Working hard, I see.
Just taking a little break.
You caught me.
I found this file under some of Richard's old clothes.
Maybe you can make sense of it. It looks like it's in Arabic.
Arabic?
Do you want me to get you some coffee?
No. Thanks I got to run...
to my shrink appointment. Wouldn't want to miss that.
Very good.
Whatever's in that file, I hope it helps.
Thank you.
For what?
For the other night.
- I love you. - Yeah, I love you, too.
Is this a bad time?
Shut the door, please.
I want you off the Condor team...
officially.
Okay.
But...
aren't you worried how that might look?
Worried? No. I'll just...
explain to them that I need somebody who's actually qualified to help me.
Qualified? Wow.
Maybe, you don't...
understand how that sounds.
I'm sorry, did I offend your delicate sensibilities?
What the hell's wrong with you?
Listen, it's nothing. I just...
I came to my senses. What the hell am I doing...
risking my career for a little indoor sports? It's insane.
- Indoor sports? - Yeah, exactly.
So you've analyzed the risk factors...
and this deal no longer pencils out?
With the tax credit dead, I'm no longer a hot stock?
Forget it ever happened, please.
Maybe, you found a lower risk investment.
Higher return, too, baby.
Does the expression "dry hole" mean anything to you?
Shane, don't be such a pig.
We know where your mind is. I was talking about her deal.
Dry wells.
It's not my deal.
Ignore him...
he just wants to be attached to the biggest fee of the year.
I'm going to grab some air.
- I'm sorry to scare you. - Theo.
I saw you take off...
and you are the only reason I showed up in the first place.
It's okay. I just had a really bad week.
That's okay.
How about we go someplace quiet?
No, I just want to go home.
Okay, I'll walk you, if that's all right.
Sure.
I feel stupid, I can walk home myself.
Abbey, what were you thinking? You're not in Kansas anymore.
You scared the shit out of me.
Theo said he'd walk me home, I'll be fine.
- I'm sure he did. Just get in the cab. - Okay.
The division will be sponsoring a two-day mini-conference in...
I'm kind of under the gun here. What do you want?
I won't keep you. I thought you should know there are rumors about the Condor deal.
Would you excuse us, please?
This thing is highly confidential. You shouldn't be speaking to anyone.
I'm not saying a word. It's what everyone else is saying.
I'm not in the mood to do you any favors...
but I have a friend at the Energy Department.
The last thing I need is your high level connections.
I've got it under control.
I thought this firm was all about client service.
I'm getting the deal done because that is what the client wants.
It's heartwarming that you want to protect them, but it's not necessary.
I was trying to protect you!
If Shane's right, then you're really fucking up.
A lot of people would love to see this deal fall apart...
for a myriad of reasons...
but it is my job to make sure that it succeeds.
Maybe it's your job if it doesn't.
Abbey, just let it go, all right?
I can't afford to lose this one!
I've lost a lot of money recently.
You've lost more than that.
Fuck.
I really fell for his bullshit.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
You came to Delaney to do something important.
So much for that.
Fuck this.
Just because Tom is a shit...
It's not just Tom, it's the way this...
It's what the whole firm stands for.
Normally, I wouldn't interrupt...
an important gathering like this, but I'm desperate for coffee.
Excuse me.
Tom and I don't see eye to eye on a lot of things...
but he was right about you.
I would have expected someone so bright to be a bit more... inquisitive.
Always question your assumptions.
Let me guess.
You're a new investment banking associate. What company you working on?
Actually, I'm competing...
with some of the guys on this big assignment...
and I was hoping you could make me look smart enough...
to blow them out of the water.
You've come to the right place.
We girls gotta stick together.
- Come on. - Thank you.
As you can see, there is tons of oil in this whole region.
So Kazakhstan has a lot of oil?
In some places.
But the rest, not so much.
Tom Hanson sent me on a goose chase...
had me order maps for an area that was almost totally dry.
I would have been really pissed if he wasn't so cute.
Now, the Confederation of Arab States is a different story.
Any place you drill a hole there is going to yield a ton of oil.
Which might explain why we are at war with them.
Because we are at war...
it's illegal to import any oil from there.
So, I wouldn't waste your time on that.
Oh, God, please!
I left my work...
in my boss's office and he will kill me...
- Do you have a key? - Yes, I help you.
Thank you.
Life saver. Thank you.
You have a death wish?
Because you are out of lives, buddy.
This deal goes down the toilet, so does your career.
I should start looking for another job.
Just hold it together for a couple of days, till the board meeting.
Then you go off and have your nervous breakdown.
I'll even pay for the hospital bills.
I'll be fine.
Good.
And I swear...
Iooking out for you is getting to be like a full-time job.
No longer employed?
Do you have a forwarding number?
Actually, this is personal.
Yeah, okay. Thank you.
We have most of the pieces in place...
but it's still not enough...
and...
we're running out of time.
Without breaking any laws.
- Lucy? - Yes.
This is Abbey Gallagher. I work for Delaney...
and I have some questions on Black Star.
I can't help you. How did you find me?
No, I tracked you down myself.
Who knows you're calling me?
No one knows I called you. Tom has no idea.
Are you absolutely sure?
- 100% sure. - Do you know Faneuil Hall?
- I went to school in Boston. - 6:00.
6:00...
in front of Faneuil Hall.
- I'll give you five minutes. - See you there. Thank you.
Janice, what's happening in Boston?
The Harvard recruiting.
Ladies and gentlemen...
heavy traffic around Logan International has delayed our arrival.
We'll be in a holding pattern. We'll get you down as soon as possible.
Shit.
I hope you know what you're doing.
I appreciate your confidence.
That's a very big meeting tomorrow.
Make sure you got your facts straight...
or we're all going down with the ship.
What is your fucking problem?
There is no oil there. That's my fucking problem.
Stop thinking about your career for one second and think about the firm.
This fairness opinion puts us all on the line.
The shareholders will take our fucking houses if you're wrong.
If there's no oil there...
then how did Black Star deliver my client 500,000 barrels?
All right, thanks.
Lucy, this is Abbey Gallagher. Sorry, I was late.
I'm in front of Faneuil Hall. Call me.
Shit!
Buddy.
You starting your workout?
No. I was here earlier. Forgot my cell phone.
That is a crisis, huh?
You're sweating.
Okay, oil company A buys oil company B...
for its oil field assets.
But what if...
there is no oil.
What if? It happens all the time.
That's the inherent risk. You drill for oil, you come up dry.
That's why oil stocks have such a high beta.
Is this a big deal?
Yeah, $20 billion. Give or take.
You're going to have a lot of pissed-off shareholders, not to mention a fired CEO.
Not if they're still getting the oil.
Let me get this straight.
There is no oil, but there is oil.
Your information is good?
Straight from the source.
Well, oil is fungible.
One barrel is like any other. Wherever it comes from.
So, in other words...
the oil they're delivering...
could come...
from anywhere.
Good work, mongoose.
Watch out for the snakes.
Abbey!
What're you doing here?
Just think of me as half stalker, half guardian angel.
Come on, I'll take you home.
How did you know I'd be here?
It's okay, I'll probably catch a cab.
I had hoped you would find it romantic...
but, at this point, I'll settle for you...
just getting in the car before we drown.
- That would be great. Thanks. - Come on.
Okay.
What are you doing? Theo, no!
You little fuck!
Who the fuck do you think you work for?
Don't move or I'll break your fucking neck.
Who do you think you work for?
- Hank asked me. - Hank or your father?
You work for Delaney and Strong...
which means you don't do anything that undermines the client!
If that's too tough a concept for you to swallow, you're at the wrong firm, you prick!
If you think blowing Hank is going to save your ass when this thing implodes...
you're dead wrong! He'll be the first one to fucking bail on you!
Deena, I can't find the Condor file.
- It was on your desk the last time I looked. - I know that.
- Did you leave it at home? - I don't think so.
It's almost showtime, you ready?
Can't find the goddamned file.
Just wing it, you'll be fine.
If this one hits, I will lie on the tracks for your slot on the Management Committee.
A messenger just delivered this.
- What is it? - Said it was urgent.
Something about your board meeting.
No.
What the fuck?
You have until 3:00 p.m.
Son of a bitch!
Stop whining.
It's annoying.
You want to be alone?
Bondage excite you?
Don't forget what's at stake here.
Don't tell me it's legit, after all.
It's a scam. Exactly what you thought.
Then what is it?
Should we really be doing this?
Is this is the right thing for the firm?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Of course, this is the right thing for the firm.
Not to mention that your dad will be dancing in the streets when this deal dies.
Give me those!
Where is he?
They're running a little behind. Would you like some coffee?
Gentlemen, may I introduce Tom Hanson.
Sorry to keep you waiting. We will get right to it.
I need to speak with you privately.
Why don't we take a break for a slight repast.
There.
You're Russian mafia?
That's so black and white.
It's not like your country. We aren't so wedded to our laws.
Please, don't kill me.
Let me go.
Abbey...
let's get one thing straight. I like you, but not enough to die for you.
So, you're going to keep me until the Condor meeting is over, and then what?
Not my decision.
Whose decision? Hers?
Her boyfriend's.
Tom's.
If you don't mind my saying so, you have terrible taste in men.
How the fuck do you sleep at night?
- I'm not following. - You killed Richard.
If something happens to Abbey, I swear to God, I will hunt you down, I will kill you!
I don't know anything about that! I neither condone...
nor authorize the activities of our partners.
I simply accept them as a necessary evil.
Necessary evil?
Have you tried to fill your car lately?
How about the effects of the oil shortage on our floundering economy?
Don't give me that horseshit.
There's plenty of untapped resources, right here in the U.S.!
And environmentalists chaining themselves to fences...
to protect their precious ecosystem.
There are no easy choices.
Your choice is to get in bed with the Russian mafia...
to buy oil from the C.A. S...
who then use that money to wage war against us!
They launder our oil, we launder their money. Is that how it works?
If we don't buy that oil, the French or the Chinese...
will be more than happy to take it off their hands!
And then sell us back a meager portion of it, at even higher prices!
Welcome to the real world!
Fuck you!
And fuck you!
What's so damn urgent that required an emergency Executive Committee meeting?
I was with some important clients.
The Condor board is meeting as we speak...
and I believe the firm is at risk.
I'd like to call Tom out of the meeting, and stop this before it's too late.
What's the problem?
I have reason to believe that Tom...
given his lack of industry knowledge...
hasn't done adequate diligence.
- And If he makes a mistake... - Sorry I'm late.
...the shareholder suits could bankrupt the firm.
What kind of mistake, Hank?
Gentlemen, sorry to cut your meal short...
but I'd like to press forward in our a discussion of Black Star.
Tom?
I think we can all agree, given the oil shortage...
that the timing couldn't be more auspicious for this deal to go forward.
I thought you might be thirsty.
All right.
Thank you.
Thirsty.
Thank you, Theo.
I'm saying that there are some elements of this deal that Tom may have left...
unexamined.
That's ridiculous, Hank.
Let's not forget, this fee is pretty darn important to us.
I'll see the doors of this firm shuttered before I condone any unethical behavior.
Whatever the fees.
Now get Tom on the phone.
Your firm stands to profit rather handsomely from this transaction.
That wouldn't, by chance, be coloring your judgment?
Attractive as the fee is, Delaney & Strong built its reputation...
on long term, as opposed to short term, greed.
The ultimate cost of endorsing a bad deal is way too high.
Excuse me, gentlemen. Family emergency.
You still haven't told us where you got your information from, Hank.
Is this your spy network again?
Some super-secret satellite tracking of oil tankers?
It's irrelevant.
- Yeah. - Tom...
sorry to pull you out of your meeting, but...
we have a question here regarding due diligence.
Tommy, did you find that file?
No, but...
it's not a problem. I've got it under control.
I can handle it.
This is rich, Hank.
The question isn't what Tom is doing.
It is Hank who's put the firm at risk.
He has violated our confidentiality agreement...
to torpedo a deal that can potentially harm his biggest client!
Not to mention a chance to destroy Tom's career!
- That's not what it's about and you know it. - Bullshit!
That's enough.
Hank...
where did you get this information?
That's not the point.
Theo?
Tom, for my own peace of mind...
have we been sufficiently diligent?
Are the shareholders protected?
Tom?
Tommy?
They'll get what they're paying for.
Godspeed.
Theo!
Get up. Theo, what are you doing?
Now, if you gentlemen will excuse us...
Hank and I have some things to talk about.
We've got the ball on the one-yard line. Let's get this done.
Before I deliver that opinion, you deliver me Abbey.
No, why don't we just call Hank, and have him deliver the opinion.
If that were an option, you would've done it a long time ago.
So spare me the horseshit, all right?
Just wait here.
You fucking imbecile!
If she shows up here, we are all going to hell together!
Well, it's all arranged. They're on their way to their private jet.
As soon as they get word, they will take off for Moscow...
and Abbey will be dropped off here once they're in the air.
Soon as this deal is done, she's dead. You know that. I'm calling it off.
Think about it, Tom.
The funds transfer immediately upon board approval.
And there is no extradition from Russia...
so nothing she can say could hurt them.
The only ones with their asses hanging in the breeze will be you and me.
And your firm.
So, I'm counting on you to convince her to stay quiet.
And they're smart enough to know that if anything happens to her...
all bets are off.
So you'll get your precious girlfriend back.
Just get my fucking deal done.
Gentlemen, the time has come to take this to a vote.
Mr. Hanson...
I believe a man's word is his bond.
I understand your firm is prepared to sign a fairness opinion...
at $20 billion.
Now, what I'd like to hear, is what you'd do...
you, personally, if you were sitting in my seat.
If I vote to approve this transaction...
am I doing right by the shareholders?
Answer the question.
This transaction...
will improve shareholder value.
If I didn't stand behind it 100%...
there wouldn't be a signature on that letter.
I would absolutely vote...
to approve.
- It's done. - Almost.
- I'm sorry, miss. - Get out of my way.
Don't move!
Come on. Let's go! In the cab.
Come on.
- What the fuck do you think you're doing? - Listen, l...
- You're not going to get away with this! - I need to make a phone call.
...the Condor-Black Star merger... - Turn that shit off!
- Hello. - Janice, it's Tom.
I need you set up a meeting with the Ethics Task Force, right now!
- What are you talking about? - No more games, I know you're the mole.
Just do it, all right?
We're on our way.
You went through with this, because you were looking out for me.
So in reality, I'm the reason why this deal went through.
That's an interesting interpretation, but I'm sure you can claim plausible deniability.
No, I'm serious...
you only went through with this deal because you were trying to protect me.
Which also explains why you were acting like such a dickhead.
It's really effective, it's like trying to wave a red flag in front of a bull.
What exactly is the plan now?
There's nothing we can do about the person pulling strings in Russia.
They're gonna get their money.
- What are you trying to do? - The right thing.
Tom...
the Attorney General's been looking for a scapegoat...
and if you tell the Ethics Task Force, they'll just crucify you.
Don't do this.
You know the Confederacy will just find someone else to buy that oil.
Your sounding an awful lot like Jared Tolson. Come on.
Come on, let's just go.
Of all the people on the planet, you know this is something I have to do.
You taught me that.
Tom Hanson.
Come with us.
Why didn't you tell me?
I'm sorry, I couldn't.
- I tried to protect you from Theo and... - So did Tom!
They can't prosecute him for that.
And who are they? Where is he going?
Agent Grazer. He's head of the New York office.
Tom's gonna meet him and Charles Lucas.
Senator Charles Lucas?
They went straight to the top of the food chain with this one.
When they find Anna and Theo, they'll understand.
He didn't have a choice.
I'm sure you're right.
So the Condor deal is a scam.
To bring in oil from the C.A. S...
using the Russian mafia to funnel it through a shell company in Kazakhstan.
You knew about this.
And yet, Delaney & Strong issued a fairness opinion.
I signed that letter, I take full responsibility.
Delaney & Strong had absolutely no knowledge. None.
I find that hard to believe.
In any event, they will share in your liability, which is significant.
The SEC should jump on this immediately.
- The Attorney General is waiting for my call. - Bob!
Can you give me a few moments with Mr. Hanson first?
Certainly, Senator Lucas.
You and I need to talk.
This deal should definitely bring my career...
to a stunningly shameful conclusion.
It could also spell the end of Delaney & Strong...
the most prestigious firm on Wall Street.
It could also destroy one of the largest oil companies in America.
But it's not going to, is it?
As soon as you walk through that door, you're going to tell your comrades...
to forget everything they've heard.
The deal is going to go through, the stock market will rally.
The administration will celebrate...
probably by appointing Jared Tolson to some kind of cabinet position.
The public will never know the price it's paid for this oil. Will it?
What you have done, Tom...
is to allow us to continue to fight a war we must win.
That we will win.
In my book...
in America's book...
that makes you a true patriot.
You're not in custody.
They don't care where they get the oil. They just want it.
As far as they're concerned, this deal's a winner.
That's horrifying.
Yet, I'm strangely elated.
You know, Senator Lucas is very powerful man.
And you know a few things that could hurt the administration.
No, they're not going to hurt me.
No, I was thinking they could help you.
Us, actually.
I mean, you could use that leverage to revive the alternative energy tax credit.
Janice could help.
You're serious.
Yeah, I mean I know what I want, and all the good intentions in the world...
won't save the planet.
Good speech.
I should remember that.