Succession, HBO Max, Gary Sanchez Productions, Project Zeus, Hyperobject Industries

Media Conglomerate

HBO Max original series Succession will drop its final episode May 28th, 2023.

#Succession episodes are averaging 7.9+ million total viewers across all platforms.

rottentomatoes: 95%

metacritic: 85

imdb: 8.8

emmys: 13 wins

golden globes: 5 wins

SAG awards: 1 win

Tom Wambsgans, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Matthew MacFadyen

Tom Wamsgans

Tom Wambsgans continues to climb the corporate ladder at Waystar Royco following the death of his father-in-law and CEO Logan Roy outside of New York City, New York.

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series

1 win: 2022

Tom Wambsgans, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Matthew MacFadyen

“Hey. How are you? Yeah, I was just calling, just to give you a heads-up and just to say hi, and, um, just to say, just to let you know that I just had a little drink with Naomi Piece last night. Just in case of anything, I just wanted to, uh, inform you. No, I just wanted to perform the ask, um, out of due deference. Uh, just in case of photos or getting talked about or– Shiv, it’s not a thing. It’s not a thing. Because it’s not business. But it is– it is, uh… Shiv, no. It’s not– it’s a social– it’s social. It’s not a sexual thing. You know? So, there’s nothing I need to tell you about. Because I bumped into Marlinda, okay? And of course, she got her little beak in, so I had to tell her it wasn’t business because she asked, okay? So, the headline is there’s nothing to worry about. Okay? I just thought, under the terms of what we agreed, this was something worth discussing. Whatever. Whatever. Fine. Fine. And look, I saw from the calendar update, you’re back in the city tonight? Take care, Shiv.” — Tom Wamsgans

“So… looks good. Yeah. Got the structure. Got the landing zone. Naomi thinks that Nan has lost all interest in the business. The Left are going after them now. Yeah. The cousins want out. So, I think, uh, a last push on price, maybe. A little tummy tickle on culture. And, uh, yeah. Naomi’s flown out to reassure. Yeah. So, this is it. You landed the plane, Logan. Forty-eight hours and out. Congratulations. Shiv? No. One thing has been on my mind though, sir. Well, with one thing and another and, you know, I’m sure we’ll iron it all out, but the rocky, old road of life, um, and the wife part of that can be a difficult part of it. As you know. Not to comment, just to say… just to say it would be great to get your take. You know, hopefully, it won’t come to that, but… …in the end, if there is just too much emotional, um, shrapnel, I– I wondered what your view would be. Not that you necessarily need to have one, but… what would happen were a marriage, such as mine, and, you know, even in fact mine, uh, if that were to falter to the point of failure? Right. I guess, you know, Shiv and I have had this experiment, this trial separation, but– but whatever happens, you know, we’ll always be good, right? Okay. Well, that’s heartening. That’s– that’s heartening. I’m heartened by that. That’s great.” — Tom Wamsgans

“Oh! So, I hear you’ve made an enormous faux pas and everyone’s laughing up their sleeves about your date. Why? Because she’s brought a ludicrously capacious bag. What’s even in there? Huh? Flat shoes for the subway? Her lunch pail? I mean, Greg, it’s monstrous. It’s gargantuan. You could take it camping. You could slide it across the floor after a bank job. Don’t– don’t call us that. Don’t. It was heavily ironized, Greg. All right? Uh-huh? Well, she’s used all the display towels in the bathroom. Another sopping wet. She’s gabbling about herself and posting on social media. She’s asking people personal questions, and, uh, she’s wolfing all the canapés like a famished warthog. You are a laughingstock in polite society. You’ll never go to the opera again.” — Tom Wamsgans

“Hey. Kerry said she knows where he is. He’s coming back now. What are you smiling for? What? You– you actually did it? Oh, Greg… you are fucked. You’re fucked. Logan. He’s camera-ed up the wazoo. CCTV. Every room. You know that. Of course, I’m serious. And he watches it back every night with a scotch. See if anyone’s stolen a butter knife. He’s gonna fucking gut you like a rainbow trout. What did you do? Were the lights on? I mean, did you actually do it? Tell me. Right. Did you rummage to fruition? Well, you’ve accidentally made him a sex tape, Greg. You need to tell him.” — Tom Wamsgans

“Oh, a million ways. I mean, everybody knows they’re looking for suitors. It’s not… so how did it go? Oh, did he? What did he say? Bit of a drug-addled, cock monster. So, you blamed it on her. You’re so gallant.” — Tom Wamsgans

“Nan is ‘thinking,’ and she wondered if she could ask for your indulgence? It’s not a money question. So, you okay to hold on for a minute just before you talk to her? Okay. Hi. Yeah. We’ll hold. So, she would like to get this figured out. In theory, at least, tonight. The uncertainty is not good. And they would like us to get our best foot forward on an indicative price tonight. So no need to place nice. Should I tell her to fuck off? Loge? I think so.” — Tom Wamsgans

“Seven is what we soft-floated, right? Okay. Hi. Oh, hi! Nan! Hi. Uh, so this is– this may be hard to say for me and, uh, to hear from you. Right. Yeah, they didn’t love it. I don’t know. Okay. You wanna just jump right up? What to?” — Tom Wamsgans

“Hey, Shiv. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, so look, we were just wondering, um, if we’re not being, uh, played a little here since this is all indicative. Well, I can’t tell you that. Well, we were just wondering, you know, uh, all things being equal, the asset does have a price, and it would be… it would be crazy to add an emotional, uh premium here. So, should we be looking for back door on this? Well, what’s your ceiling? Okay, sure. Ours too. Okay.” — Tom Wamsgans

Logan Roy, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Brian Cox

Logan Roy

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Drama Series

2 nominations: 2020, 2022

Best Television Actor – Drama Series

1 win: 2020

Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series

1 nomination: 2022

“Mm. Thank you. Jesus fucking Christ. Munsters. Meet the fucking Munsters. Who the fuck is this now?”

“Right. Thank you. We squared away on this? Savages. They eat their own. Uh-huh. Have you heard from the, uh, rats? Good. If you and Shiv were to bust up? If we’re good, we’re good. Kerry, where’s the grub, huh? Tom’s going off his nut here.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, little piggies stuffing their mouths. Why is everybody so fucking happy. Yeah. I got done a huge fucking deal in exactly the right time. I got ATN, plus Pierce. I got the election. I got plenty on my plate. I thought there might be a churchman. A cardinal was mentioned. Bit of fucking class. What about Jeryd? Oh, whoop-de-doop. When is she calling? Listen. I’m not gonna sit like a cunt, waiting for that old crone. Colin! Yeah. Let’s go. Let’s get out of here.”

“You’re a good guy. You’re my pal. You’re my best pal. I mean, what are people? What are people? They’re economic units. I’m a hundred feet tall. These people are pygmies. But together… they form a market. What is a person? It has values and aims, but it operates in a market. Um, marriage market… job market, money market, market for ideas et cetera, et cetera. Everything I try to do, people turn against me. Nothing tastes like it used to, does it? Nothing is the same as it was. You think there’s anything after all this? Afterwards? I don’t think so. I think this is it, right? Yeah, but realistically though? And that’s it. We don’t know. We can’t know. But I’ve got my suspicions. I’ve got my fucking suspicions.”

“Hey. Okay, party’s over. Rival bid, let’s go. Uh, Tom, Gerri, Karl, Frank. Upstairs, library. Let’s flush it out. So, who’s crawled out of the woodwork, huh? Who is it? Well, fucking find out! What? What’s the issue? Uh-huh. Call your wife, Tom. Call your fucking wife and tell them to get their own fucking idea. It’s pathetic. And tell her she’s never had a single fucking idea in her entire fucking life! What? What else? Over there.”

“Uh-huh. Well, what else can I fucking say? Nobody tells jokes anymore do they? Karl, do you have any jokes? I’m saying, Karl… …it’s a bit try in here. Do you have any jokes? Oh, dry as fucking dust. Come on! Roast me! Hmm? Give me a drubbing! Frank, start. Be funny. Oh, so, what? You don’t think I can take it? Oh, Christ. Sid fucking Caesar. Greggy. Who wants to smell Greg’s finger. Hey? Guess the scent, win a buck. Come on, roast me! On your big birthday? Well, where’s your old man, huh? Where’s your old man? Still sucking cock at the county fair? Gerri, been sent anything funny lately? I’m not being horrible. I’m being fun. Fucking Munsters. Okay, very good. Hang on. Uh-huh. I’m thinking. Is she talking to them? Okay, okay, okay. Uh, Kerry, I may need input.”

“Tell her what? We anchor at seven? Yeah. Not too insulting? Start at six. But like you’re kidding around. Six. Find something we’ve lost conviction on, just to let her know that we’re not Terry fucking Turnip Truck over here. What are they up to, do you think? I don’t wanna lose this, Tommy. Call your wife. Call Shiv. Well, his ceiling is– is… uh, well, I… your dad is just– I– I can’t– Shiv, could we– could we just talk? Fuck off.”

Kendall Roy, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Jeremy Strong

Kendall Roy

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Drama Series

1 win: 2020

Best Television Actor – Drama Series

1 win: 2022

Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series

1 nomination: 2022

“Oh, Romey! Where are you, dude? Let a thousand sunflowers bloom, Romey. I wanna start a business with you, brother. What’s up, T? Hey, guys. Right, how we looking? No. No. In terms of what we need for our new venture, The Hundred, they’re– they’re… they’re– they’re shitty. The Hundred is Substack meets Masterclass meets The Economist, meets The New Yorker. Where have you been?”

“So, traffic, huh? Shivy, are you snaking? Oh, they wanna talk about talking. Keep options open? We’re two days out from Dad selling. Here’s the thing. Here’s what you have to understand. I’ve smoked horse. It’s really, really, really fucking nice. And, you know, I need something super fucking absorbing in my life. And if it’s gonna be this, please just let me know, right? Because I– I– I feel like I’ve been flying around the country, having serious fucking conversations with serious people, expending serious personal capital, and getting big fucking names on board. I know. That’s right.”

“Then I go, ‘The hundred greatest experts, best writers, top minds in every field from Israel-Palestine to AI to Michelin restaurants.’ ‘One-stop info shop, high-calorie info snacks.’ Info parcels… info parcels or info snacks? Right, and, uh, and then we have the ethos of a non-profit, but a path to crazy margins. Shiv, you– Shiv, you okay? You sure? Um. N– what– what, what? No. I don’t know, like, carnival of mind fuck? I don’t know. It’s… we haven’t really talked. Yeah, yeah. They’re fine. They’re fine. They love it. Jess, find them a journalist to burn with cigarettes while they wait, or whatever they do. Shiv, is it a date? Or what is it? Pierce is… right, so from my team, I got sent this. Apparently, Bun Pierce has been tagged on some girl’s Insta at Dad’s. At the birthday. So… what? He’s– he’s– he’s lining up a Pierce acquisition to add to his little fucking ATN rump? Right, set Tom and Nay up to just torture us. I’m gonna call Nay. Nay… can you call me? Five more. Please. Just give us five.”

“Right. You may be thinking, ‘what about The Hundred?’ Maybe. Should we ask Tellis, the bankers? Are you scared of fighting Dad? Look, I don’t have a view. All I would say is, maybe it’s worth the conversation. All right, it is our wheelhouse. It’s a Daimler that’s been in the barn for 20 years. Clear the chicken shit off that thing, fucking maybe. Three. Hey, if we partner up, with our name, with these fucks here, some other pieces of shit? Our experience? Shiv, the yummy, dummy Demmy, my profile as the fearless fighter of the good fight, you as the dirty, little fucker… …pushing the filth buttons. I mean, I think– yeah, new gen Roys. We have a fucking song to sing. It makes sense, Rome. Start an empire with an established brand. All right, at least– at least rule it out. Work your magic.”

“What do you think? Shall we cards on the table? Because, yeah, I– I do like Pierce. No. It’s just a checkout. Rome, this acquisition would be nothing to do with Dad. It’s completely unrelated. Uh, seriously. Seriously. Honestly, Rome, being rational, putting aside the internecine family concerns, the personal tittle-tattle, just think about how fucking funny it would be if we screw Dad over his decades-long obsession?”

“Did– I mean, did he ask? Shh. What do you mean you did it? Wait, you did it? Are you serious? Where?”

“Would– would you mind just giving me sec? Hey. hi. Nan? What do you mean? Okay. So what do we do? Okay, well, sure. Great. Let’s, uh… let’s see how the headache develops.”

“Great. All right. We get to talk to an old lady about newspapers. Amazing. Thank you so much. You don’t want to just hear the offer? Listen, long story short, Nan. You called this right before. Yeah? logan wants to take your company and fuck it. He loathes you and he wants to take your properties and roll them in the dirt. And we wouldn’t do that. It’s robust. Tellis and our team can talk to your people. Totally. Totally. Shall we just say our number, though? Just see if that makes any sense. Thank you, Nan. Hello. Yeah, she likes you. Eight-five. Can we– can we go there, T? Thanks, Tellis, that’s a great insight.”

“Hey, Tom. You know what? I wonder… I wonder if we don’t nickel and dime it and we just go to ten. It’s definitive. It ends the conversation.”

Roman Roy, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Kieran Culkin

Roman Roy

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series

2 nominations: 2020, 2022

Best Supporting Actor – Television

3 nominations: 2019, 2020, 2022

Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series

1 nomination: 2022

“Yeah, let’s– let’s move on and put this in the ‘no’ pile. Can you tell me your idea with this one? Just so I know what the thinking was behind this branding? It’s my brother, he’s coming. Let’s put a pin in this one and move on. Oy, oy? Um, this is… there’s– this is, uh, nothing. So, yeah, no. Right, fuckchops? No, that’s… That’s a no. That’s a hard no. They’re shitty. They’re shitty. We can just be honest here, right? I feel like we said iconic and you guys are leaning ironic. Well, fucking don’t patronize me. Hey! Uh-huh. Well, you look tired, and your face is giving me a headache. So, where have you been, sis? Hmm! Yeah, we’re gonna circle back on exactly all that stuff and we’ll talk to you soon. See you… later.”

“We hear that you’ve been talking to the Jiminez transition team. Oh, no? No? Okay, so it’s lies that our friend told us? They’re lying to us? Okay, so you– you are talking? Well, Dad is obviously selling. We’re looking at fucking logos here. I– I drafted a resignation statement from Waystar, so… yeah. He’s scared of needles. He’s not a real junkie. Mm-hmm. Yeah, so we’ve all been doing that. Are you worried that this is maybe too small-scale. Me? No! My only worry with The Hundred is, is it literally too good? Like, why hasn’t anyone done this before? Okay.”

“I think that’s good. It’s an indispensable, bespoke information hub. Oh, you’re taking a call? Okay, all right. Take it. None of those make sense. Another one is, it’s like a private members club, but for everyone. It is like clickbait in a way, but for, like, smart people, no? Um, yeah? Do you… uh, T, do you think they can just give us two? Just tell them they can shove their petrodollars up their human rights record, okay? We need to talk to our sister. With Dad? You think what? Today? Um… okay. Well, board meeting, imminent. He sells up, but with ATN spun off? No… or, you know, it could just be a brain fuck. Dad twisting our turnips, playing the old fuck trombone. Yeah. Um, uh, Telly? Telly, jelly, belly. One query. Pierce. PGN. What’s the, uh, vibes? Ye ole rhumbatron? Are they in play?”

“So, you two are thinking we should be buying Pierce, huh? Because that’s obviously what you’re thinking, and let me just say, that’s quite the fucking pivot! Fuck The Hundred, Shiv? After Dubai, you were high as shit on it. It was basically your idea. You do? Can’t we do both? Okay, yeah. Let’s launch a high-visibility, execution-dependent, disruptor news brand while simultaneously performing CPR on a fucking corpse of a legacy media conglomerate. Yes. Let’s ask Tellis. I wonder what he’s gonna say. We’ll say, ‘hey, Telly, would you rather five million in fees from a funding round or 35 million from an acquisition?’ Hmm. I thought we were going for The Hundred. Small, new, fast on our feet. Am I scared of fighting– no, Ken. It’s just that’s getting fucking old. You spent the last three months hunting own, you know, contributors, backers, right? Working your fucking ass off. Okay. But can we even afford it? He really knows himself. Fuck you. You fucking… you loved it! You did. Uh.”

“Um. Oh, fuck her. Can we just tell her to fuck off? Maybe not go back to the mat with Dad. You know, back in that fucking room. Yeah. Oh, fuck’s sake. Yeah. So, I guess until now, you’ve just sort of been stringing us along? Let’s hope. Okay. All right. So, you wanna fly there? You know, like Nan Pierce’s little Windsor Dog Show bitch? Fuck, shit. It’s just, I don’t know. I’m worried, I guess, I am. I’m like you wanna fuck Dad, you wanna fuck Tom. I’m the only one who wants to set up a business as a business, and doesn’t wanna fuck anyone. Don’t believe you. Seriously, don’t believe you. Seriously, don’t believe you.”

“Oh, well, lookie here. Pardon me. Well, hello, Kerry, and how are we today? Uh, yeah. Sort of. We’re in transit. Can you hear me? Uh, that was my sister saying that we would hear you better if you took Dad’s cock out of your mouth. Would we consider at least a call? Um, did he ask? I mean, if he were to call, then we would see. Yeah, I mean, I– I think we know him pretty well, actually. I mean, we’ve never licked his big omelet nipples, but– text? Uh, I’m afraid we’re gonna need to hear that voice, Kerry, okay? You can pop it back in your mouth now. We’re getting on the plane. Thanks, bye.”

“Oh, yeah, okay. Sure. No, no. Poor thing has a headache. Great. Yeah. Okay, well, lovely visit. Great to see you guys. Yes, it’s a sad, sad day when love dies. I know, it’s so confusing. What comes after nine? Nine B? Oh, that sounds lovely. All right. We’ll try. Yeah, but if we’re going for this, let’s not be hard asses. We got to let her know that we can see upside, but she’s got to help us prove it out. Yeah, what? Yes. I’m interested. Shut up. Yeah, thanks. Top notch! Oh, yeah? She appreciates it? Cool. Okay. Telly. Hello. Are you fucking jerking it to your yacht catalog there, T? He’s gonna bill us 200 mil for that strategy advice. Incoming. What? Dad’s got Tom on this? What? Was Colin not available?”

“Fuck you, man mountain! Why don’t you go first, Tommy? Build that trust, brah! So, we think Dad’s at eight-five, nine. So, we go nine-five to top them out. But ten? Just to show that we’re really serious? So, I… the half bil extra is just… that’s just an extra half bil? Well, that’s a pretty penny for a conversation ender. Can’t I just, like, jizz in her break bumper? Oh, it rounds it out. Yeah. It does that, it makes it extremely divisible. I mean, you do know what a half a billion dollars is, right? Five-hundred million dollars? A million is a thousand thousand. You do know that? So 500 times a thousand thousand dollars of actual money that could– we could be spending on fucking snowmobiles and sushi.”

Siobhan Roy, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Sarah Snook

Siobhan Roy

Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Drama Series

2 nominations: 2020, 2022

Best Supporting Actress – Television

1 win: 2022

Outstanding Performance by a Female actor in a Drama Series

1 nomination: 2022

“Hey, T! I think the money is here. And, Rome, I think your security are being very weird with them. They’re– they seem stupid and probably racist. Oh, thank you. What do you mean? Hey! Uh, it was traffic. And a call. Business. For this. It’s a good contact.”

“Yeah, traffic. What? Well, no. No. Well, I’ve talked to them, but it’s because I’m helping them out, as you already know. No. I returned a call. They wanna, you know, talk about talking. What? Come on. They haven’t won the election, and they might not, and Dad might not sell, and you two might bail, and it’s a maybe, maybe, maybe situation. Yeah, same. I… this is just a big step, and so, can’t we keep some options? Yeah, same. Me, too. What? No. No, do you? Sure. I am in. I’m in. I am.”

“Okay, so we’re looking for investment partners… …for a revolutionary new media brand that’s gonna redefine news for the 21st century. I’m sorry, I’ve gotta… I’m just gonna take this.”

“Hello. Good. How are you? What is it? Uh, I’m sorry. You’re… hmm. You’re informing me? No, I’m sorry. You’re– you’re– you’re asking me, or you’re informing me? So, then why are you letting me know? You know what? It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re dating my brother’s ex. It’s fine. And yet, you are telling me. You know what? It’s fine. It’s all fucking fine. Seriously. Knock yourself out. Go fucking nail her in the coat check. I don’t care. The kid from St. Paul has really made it. You don’t discuss something, Tom, that’s already fucking happening. You don’t say like, ‘hey, Shiv! Do you mind, uh, Naomi and I are at the Pierre and I’m inside her. Would you mind if I ejaculate?’ Yeah. So… why the fuck are you meeting with her? What’s going on? Yeah. No, it’s fine. I’m fine. It’s just, you know, Tom’s apparently out with Naomi Pierce. Did you know about this? Where are you at with her? Well, apparently, she’s fucking Tom now, so… yeah. I’m fine. I’m actually fine. Yeah, I mean he’s not… I… it was just a meeting, apparently, so… it’s fine. Let’s do this. I don’t… I don’t know. I mean, honestly, it probably isn’t, but… I mean, Naomi? Pierce? Dad? At Dad’s? What? So… I guess. Set them up to torture us? I mean… he’s a sociopath, but he wouldn’t be a good torturer. Not ’cause he doesn’t have the stomach, but he just doesn’t have the patience.”

“Maybe, fuck The Hundred? I love it. I do. Yes, but can’t we do both? Yeah. Yeah, I mean, what, it’s– it’s half now, so that’s like eight, nine bil. And after the GoJo sale, that’s– we’ll have two, three bil… …so, yeah, that’s our nut. I mean, as a business, it’s– it’s much better than the made-up company of dreams we were ready to pitch. No! What? I do. I do. It’s very exciting. But it’s kinda bullshit. Rome, it is. It’s just, I wanna do something. It’s– we have a seminal election about to happen, and it’s fucking 1933, and I wanna have a say. Ah. Did she say no? Uh-huh. Oh. Okay. Well, should I at least call? Just– just check in at Grey Gardens and go, you know, mano a Nan-o? Just see if there’s anything there at all?”

“Okay, so it is Dad. Confirmed. Yeah. Man, she’s a complicated woman. She’s like, ‘no, no. I’m honor bound. My mind is made up. But also, how soon we can be there.’ Uh, I think she hates Dad, but also thinks maybe we’re fake fruit for display purposes only, so I don’t know. Agreed. Rome, it makes sense. We wanted to do something together, and we know news, entertainment, and– and this is off-the-shelf. No. I like the other shit. I do. I just, you know, I– I like this. I really do. And besides, everything else might fall apart. He might go on a killing spree in 7-Eleven, and you might get your dick stuck in an AI jerk machine. I have to look after myself because nobody else will. I like this. Yeah. No, no. Okay, well, this is not about getting back at Dad, but if it hurts him, it doesn’t bother me. I think that you don’t wanna do this, Rome, ’cause you’re scared of conflict.”

“Tell her you’d be able to hear her better if she took Dad’s cock out of her mouth. Uh, well, is he apologizing? No, fuck that.”

“You think she’s just cooling us off? Doing a Dad move? Good. Great to see you. And it’s a lovely place. Whereby we all hate him. Hmm. Look, I think that after this election, we all, as a country, could be in a very bad place. And I could– we would maintain your values. I’m confident that we can be competitive on price. Well, we’ve written our resignation letters, and the GoJo deal signs in 48 hours. I’m getting a divorce, so…”

“Tellis, you there? Okay, so we’re gonna go in and say eight. Yeah? We’re starting at eight. Okay. Okay. So should I… thanks, T. Great, call you back. Hi, Nan. Uh, so I think we’re looking at… we’re very relaxed about the eight billion landing spot. Okay. Uh, hello? Tom? Okay. Uh, he wants a discussion. Hmm.”

“Hi. Uh, okay, what did he go up to, Tom? Come on, Tom, you can tell me. Did he got to nine? He didn’t go to nine, did he? What’s Dad’s ceiling? Our ceiling is 12. Yeah.”

“Okay, I think Dad is gonna go to what, nine? Nine-five? So we need to be at nine-five. Right, Tellis? It rounds it out. Yeah. Tellis.”

Greg Hirsch, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Nicholas Braun

Greg Hirsch

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series

2 nominations: 2020, 2022

“So, I guess we should… hey. Hey, Kerry. This is, uh, Bridget. Bridget, this is Kerry. Logan’s… friend, assistant, and advisor. Oh, yeah? I’m sorry, we’ll be right back. Yeah. Make yourself at home. That’s my date. I brought a date. That’s okay, right? Bridget… you know– I really like her. I– I might’ve fallen for her. Um, Kerry. I– you know, I’m not– I’m not sure this is appropriate. And… I am a cousin. I get a plus one. I’m– I’m like an honorary kid. Yeah. I mean, Marcia once said that I was always welcome–“

“Nice. What– what do you have now? Squeezed down? From one? ‘Cause that’s the lowest number possible. One hundred million? Damn. Which is great. ‘Cause conversation’s important to be inside of.”

“Disgustibus! What? Why? What’s… well, whatever. She’s another tick on the chart. The Disgusting Brothers! Okay, I’m kidding. I really do like her. Yeah. People are overreacting, okay? She brought a normal sort of handbag. Oh, are you okay? Wh– what happened? You asked Logan for a selfie?”

“Hey, hey, hey. Nothing. The Disgusting Brothers on motherfucking tour! We just did it. She’s a firecracker, man. She’s crunchy peanut butter. Mm-hmm. We were looking for the, uh… …the armory-slash-cigar-humidor, then she pulled me into a guest bedroom and bingo-bongo, hit that bango. Which room? No, I evidently did not know that. Are you serious? Oh, man, fuck. Well… we put our hands down each other’s pants… …and had a bit of a rummage. Can I not say? Oh, my God!”

“Um, sir, if I may have a moment. No. No, it can wait. I… you know, I… it’s private. Can you and I just have a moment? Thank you, sir.”

“So, he says he finds me disgusting and despicable, but he kind of smiled. Yeah. I said– so I said, you know, she’s a bit wild, she’s quite eager and, you know, maybe she’d had a bit of the old wacky tabacky, or worse. And that I never intended to soil these halls. And, maybe, she’s just a bit of a–um, is that– is that really necessary or… no, no, no. Look. No, Colin, I’m fond of her, but– but we must, each of us, do as we see fit, so… you know– you know, wait, sorry. You know what? I think it is best if you go do what you have to do. I– I don’t wanna see what happens in Guantanamo. So, um… so, you go… you do– do your ways and– and God be willing.”

“You’re mean. You’re mean. You’re a mean, old man. You’re– you’re a mean, old bastard. Uh, and you scare the life out of folks. That’s your thing. You’re scaring me right now. And that’s why I don’t even know how– what to do. Where are your kids? Where’s all your kid, Uncle Logan?”

Geri Kellman, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, J. Smith-Cameron

Geri Kellman

Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Drama Series

1 nomination: 2022

“Could they even get the cash together? I mean, couldn’t Logan stop them? You’re such a trusted advisor. Well, I don’t know what the news is, and it’s beyond my purview, and I’m walking away.”

“All a bit horrible. Thanks, Logan.”

Lukas Matsson, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Alexander Skarsgård

Lukas Matsson

Outstanding Guest Actor In A Drama Series

1 nomination: 2022

Kerry Castellabate, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Zoe Winters

Kerry Castellabate

“Hi, how are you? Good to see you. Looks good in there, huh?”

“You okay, Loge? Hi, hi. Welcome. Welcome, Greg. And? Friend, assistant, and advisor. Hi, Bridget. So great to meet you. Um, Greg, let me and you grab Bridget a drink. Yeah? Okay. So, excuse us, Bridget. All right. Who is this, Greg? Uh-huh. Right, but who is she? What’s her name? What’s her full name? Is it random-fuck? Bridget random-fuck? Is she from the apps, Greg? Oh, that’s great. How many previous dates have you had? We’re not a fucking Shake Shack, Greg. this isn’t a pre-fuck party. It’s a birthday party. Oh, you’re an honorary kid? Oh, Marcia’s not here. She’s in Milan, shopping, forever. You do know that– that we’re in the middle of a very hotly contested election, your uncle’s on the break of a very large sale, and scoping out a very sensitive acquisition? Yeah? So, are you certain that she’s not gonna leak details right before the board meeting? Do you know she’s not a hostile corporate asset?”

“Oh. You good? It’s nice, huh? Logan. You okay? Sure. Uh, I’m sorry? Um. Mencken? I think that he hopes to, but realistically… but I think that he hopes to. But Gillian. Gillian is here. Do you want me to be in touch with the kids? Nah, I think that she just wants to talk to her whole gang.”

“Yeah, hi. Can you– can you hear me? The line is a little bit… what’s that? So, my question was, uh, would you consider giving him a call? Uh, he… I just… I know that he would love to hear from you. Yeah. I think it’s just gonna be a lot to get him to call, just knowing him. I could get him to text a request for a call. Dick. Yeah?”

“Okay. Jesus. No, um, it’s fine. I mean, it’s insulting, but it’s not like you’re wasting relationship capital. She hates you.”

Frank Vernon, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Peter Friedman

Frank Vernon

“It’s the kids. The kids are with the Pierces. You should probably tell him. Beware the blood sugar.”

“Uh, it’s not really my thing, Chief. No, it’s just not my style. I mean, I can. Uh, the thing about Logan Roy is… The thing about Logan is he’s a tough old nut.”

Karl Muller, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, David Rasche

Karl Muller

“Hey. Hey. Problem. He’s just– he’s– he’s not picking up for me. What? They are the rival bidders? Well, butter my beanpole. How did they pick up the scent? Well… no, if Waystar sis sold, they have the right to liquidate their five percents. Oh, no. I am very focused on the GoJo deal, this is really a side issue. I think… yeah, but I’m getting out, Ger, so… the rival bidder, it’s probably the kids. I don’t think you have anything bo be concerned about. You are the solid option.”

“What’s that? Oh. Um, uh, well, let me think, um…”

Connor Roy, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Alan Ruck

Connor Roy

“Oh, here’s the old man. ‘Kay. Here he is. Happy birthday, Pa.”

“Fuck. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Um… just polling, uh, and, yeah. Ten days out and… solid. Still holding. It’s just the fear is, in these last days… …uh, it could get squeezed. Uh, no. There’s, you know, decimals. You know, they’re saying that I could need to get aggressive in certain media markets because both sides are trying to squeeze my percent. I know, but then… it gets awfully spend to get aggressive. Like another 100 mil. No, no. Uh, that won’t move the needle, no. Uh, the hope is that would maintain– maintain my percent. But it is kind of a lot. Right, Will? Oh, sure. Sure. Yeah. Yeah. Nevertheless, like, minus a hundred million.”

“Hey. Will. No. Excuse me, I’m sorry. Can I get through? Hey. Baby. Uh, listen. So, you know the wedding. I’ve, uh, been thinking. Is the boat special enough? Like, brainstorming, what if we got married underneath the Statue of Liberty with a brass band? Get a rapper. I don’t know, jet packs, and confetti guns… …and razor wire, and bum fights, and, you know, goody bags. And hoopla and razzmatazz and– yeah. Look, if I can get inserted into the news cycle, that’s a huge savings from paid media. I’m scared, Willa, I’m scared, okay? I have spent so much fuckin’ money… …and it’s gettin’ scary. And if I was to fall under one percent, I feel like I would become a laughingstock. I… would you just consider it? Just a little– just a little bit of hoopla? Just for the final push?”

Willa Ferreyra, Succession, HBO Max, Home Box Office, Justine Lupe

Willa Ferreyra

“Hey. Hey. You okay, Con? Yeah, one percent. Mm-hmm. That’s greedy, knowing they have all the other percents. Good Lord, no. He gets a place in the conversation. A hundred million? I mean, well, yeah. Mm-hmm. But if you spent it, you’d still be… you know, like rich.”

“Hey. Hmm. Okay, like… mm-hmm. ‘Bum fights?’ Con, you sound unhinged. What is this? Wow, right, um. It’s just… the wedding… I mean, I’ve always… you know, it’s dumb, but quite wanted a nice wedding. God. I’m… it’s– hmm. Hmm.”

Naomi Pierce

“Hey. Hi. so, um… …she’s having a little wobble. She’s not sure it feels right to meet you guys. But she feels terrible. Yeah, she might be getting a headache. She wondered if you could give her five, see how it develops?”

“So, she’s feeling a little better. So, if you like, she will see you. Like her men.”

“Yeah, we’ll just need a minute. So, she appreciates eight. But she wonders if there’s a little more upside? ‘Kay.”

Cyrus Tellis

“Oh, shit. Um, can I– can I go get them? I mean, it’s fine, but they just got off a long flight, so– well, I’ll just… okay. Yeah? Uh, well, I know they’re always open to offers, and the sale contingent on the trust is itchy, I believe. Should I call Nabby through? Okay, yeah. Of course.”

“All right, so I’m in touch with her bankers. Nan thinks she’s honor bound to another buyer. No. But they’re close to agreeing the outlines of a deal. There’s not a ton of interest, managing the family’s a nightmare, so they’re looking for a preferred bidder to run a bilateral. She wants to lock in that preferred bidder tonight. So, she didn’t think it could work, but… she did say she could speak to you, Shiv, maybe.”

“Hey, yeah, uh, I think we can get that together. Hey, yeah, uh, I think we can get that together. Yeah, eight is good. Well, I– I don’t have the precise composition of our consortium and, obviously, DD, but we know the asset and I think we can get there. Uh, this is exciting, guys! Um… it’s getting toppy, but be great to be the preferred bidder here.”


“Hey, I’m Bridget. Okay. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Like, how much? Wow. I mean, and– so, what would you get for that? I mean, could you win? Okay, and for your percent you get? Mm-hmm.”

“Maybe, we should go. Nothing. I just asked Logan for a selfie. Yeah, I said, ‘congrats on the big deal.’ And I was like, ‘ka-ching. Am I right?’ I was being– I was being funny.”

Waystar Royco

“♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ Happy birthday, dear Logan ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪”

“…when it comes to this new venture with GoJo. And if you talk to Matsson, consider… yes, sir.”

“You all right? Thank you, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Right? Um, like… okay. Right. Uh-huh. So, everything is a market? I don’t know. Maybe. My dad is– is very religious, but– I don’t know.”

“So, she’s gonna have to leave, okay? Do you have an issue with that? She posted to social media. So now, I’m gonna have to ask to go through her phone. You wanna come explain?”

Nan Pierce

Outstanding Guest Actress In A Drama Series

1 win: 2020

“Well, hello. Welcome, apologies for the kerfuffle. I have an appalling migraine. But I can manage. How are you all, more importantly? Ah, yeah. It would seem that they shred hundred-dollar notes for fertilizer. Now, how are you all faring in terms of your father? Uh, we’re fine. It’s just a complicated, private situation. Well, look, it– please, sit. Look, as you probably know… we are talking with our bankers. And we have a whole number of very interesting proposals to consider. And I think it’s all wrapped up. So, I wanted to say thank you for coming, but I think it’s just a little bit too late. We have a preferred bidder. So, I hope that I have not inconvenienced you. No, really. I’m– I am very sorry. May I offer you some bottles? They minus well be jars of jam to me, but the connoisseurs seem to like them. I fear I have peasant tastes. I got a taste for hypermarché vin ordinaire when I was 19 years old and I have never been able to shake it. I like my wine thin and vinegary. No, but really, I fear it is a trip made in vain. The other offer’s just too good. That’s all good and well, but obviously, with one thing and another, we have a responsibility to get the best possible deal for my family and the other shareholders. Well, with Jamie’s divorce and Anne’s disaster in Maine. And this place. How’s your financing? Not that I understand at all. And in terms of your futures? Nevertheless, you’d still be married to the head of ATN. That’s a bit messy. Oh. ‘Kay. I’m sorry to hear that. Listen, this is, um… this is very confusing. And I don’t want to talk numbers. It’s not about the numbers. Oh, I don’t like this. Makes me feel like I’m in the middle of a bidding war. Horrible. Different people saying different numbers. Eight, nine. What’s next? Listen, would you mind if, uh, if we all had a brief chat? Thank you.”

“Thank you. This is disgusting. But thank you.”


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