The Riot Club

tequila back in my room

if you wanted to come back after...

Let's not spend three years avoiding

the person we shagged in Freshers' Week.

Lady Marmalade.

Oh, I know. Look at you. I know.

It's not long, I'll be back for Christmas.

- Here you go.

- Thanks, Mummy. There you are.

- Bye, Mummy.

- Bye, darling.

- Balfour, let me give you a hand there.

- Oh, thanks, mate, hello there.

- Back to school, isn't it? Thanks ever so.

- Yeah.

Listen, Balfour, am I right in thinking

you might be a member of the Riot Club?

Well, you know, not supposed to say really,

cloak and dagger, and all that.

Yeah, well, it's just...

I was wondering how I might

go about applying for membership.

Yes.

Um, the thing is...

And I'm terribly sorry about

this, but I'm afraid if you've got to ask,

you're not really the right sort of chap.

Right.

Guard, ready. Fence.

Come on.

- Darling.

- Does this hurt?

Gosh, is he OK?

You have no difficulties

with the time frame?

None, absolutely none.

And I'm keen to start an internship straight

after my finals, don't need a holiday.

You're not the son of Jonty

Leighton-Masters, are you?

My father casts rather a long shadow.

I want to strike out on my own,

start at the bottom somewhere.

I'm just very passionate

about corporate finance.

Good luck, guys.

Mate, club meeting.

Can you do the pub tonight at, urn...

- Oh, yeah.

- What are you doing?

Sort of a post-match debrief.

Right. OK, 7:
30, pub, can you do it?

I'll be there.

I just find it really annoying when people

ask me what school I went to.

- Yeah. Oh, I hate it.

- I know, I hate it. Yeah, so much.

Which school did you go to?

I just went to a normal school in Cardiff.

- Oh, I've been to Cardiff.

- Oh, fantastic.

I love the Welsh.

- Where did you guys go?

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