Rogue Trader

- lt's a fuckin' one-way street, George.
- Whoops!

Goodness, gracious, great balls of steel!
- Whoo!
- Fuckin' George!

Shit! There's that Reuters journalist.
Nick! Nick!
He's been bugging me
for weeks for an interview.

- Hey, Nick!
- All right, mate?

Nick, my man. What'll you have?
Oh, a beer, please. You know
George Seow, one of my dealers?

This is Danny
from lntercontinental Trading.

- Just been sent from the London office.
- Nice to meet you. Heard a lot about you.

l hear Barings have almost cornered
the market here, thanks to you.

The rumours have been
greatly exaggerated.

Don't be so modest.
He's king of the exchange! Barings got an
award for all the business he's generated.

- Do you want a beer?
- l'd love a beer.

(canned laughter)
(shouting, laughter)
(music, drunken shouting)
(Nick) Watch the Drambuie settle.
And it's called depth charge.
lt's guaranteed to blow
your fuckin' head off.

Are you ready?
Let's do it. Let's have it.
And two!
And three!
- Bottoms up!
- Bottoms up!

Hey! Pretty women!
What are you waiting for?