Or, as Matsson himself puts it to Shiv when she confronts him about Ebba’s revelation, there’s “a little issue with subscriber numbers being bullsh-t.” Oh.įrom that early scene on, it’s obvious that the Roy-Wambgans household will not be going to bed happy tonight. “Matsson’s numbers are a little funky” in India, she tells the CEBros. Why not wait till after the biggest news event in four years?) This is the last straw for Ebba, who retreats to the terrace and bitterly airs GoJo’s biggest secret. (Side note: It didn’t make much sense to me that ATN would slash its staff literally hours before the election. Desperate to win the Swede’s favor, Greg-who has just cheerfully laid off 100 ATN employees at Tom’s behest-brags that he could easily fire Ebba, the GoJo exec who’s been receiving half-liters of the founder’s frozen blood, on Matsson’s behalf. Yet another bad romance works out in their favor. This brazen attempt at quid pro quo horrifies Nate.īut Ken and Roman might not need him anyway. (Never mind that such a heavy-handed government check on the free market would have horrified their father.) To that end, they invite Shiv’s old flame Nate-a Democratic operative who would be assured a powerful role in a Jimenez administration-and inundate him with both information on the two companies’ overlap and assurances that ATN would go easy on Jimenez, who leads in the polls, during his first 100 days in office. Still determined to wrest their dad’s legacy from the muscular arms of Lukas Matsson, Kendall and Roman come into the party with a new strategy: They want regulators to intervene. Now, it’s anyone’s guess as to whether the wedding will even happen. Then there’s the figurative marriage of Waystar and GoJo, which turned toxic long before Matsson made his proposal. In the literal sense, we have Tom and Shiv, who channel their mutual bad night into what might be their rawest blowout yet. At the core of this episode, a talky one even by Succession standards, are a pair of bad marriages. Succession’s “Tailgate Party,” named for Waystar’s traditional pre-election bash (and presumably both a nod to the way the Roys treat politics as a sport and a joke at the expense of the plebes who actually do throw parties in parking lots), finds the family and their associates doing some dirty campaigning that is only partially related to the presidential race.įor all that the fate of American politics (see: Con in Oman) and two multibillion-dollar corporations hinges on these conversations, what’s really driving them is personal relationships-specifically, romantic and sexual ones. ’Twas the night before Election Day, and all through Tom and Shiv’s palatial Manhattan apartment, creatures from across the late Logan Roy’s constituency-crypto-fascist right-wing nutjobs, venture capitalist Dems, centrist ghouls, op-ed narcissists, beltway psychos-were creating quite a stir.
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