Opening Scene: Greg, Wix, and a No-Code Showdown
The episode opens with Greg hunched over his laptop in Waystar’s New York office, nodding along to Taylor Swift as he builds a campaign website for Brightstar Adventure Park. His fingers tap gently on the keyboard as he adjusts the layout using Wix.
Suddenly—BAM!—his chair jolts forward as Tom Wambsgans shoves him hard from behind.
Tom (yelling): “What the hell are you doing, Greg?”
Greg flinches.
Greg: “Uh, building a campaign website? You know, for that, uh, Brightstar thing? Which, by the way, is a really bad name for a park, but anyway—”
Tom: “On Wix?!”
Greg shrugs, looking confused.
Greg: “I mean, yeah. It’s fast, it’s easy, and I don’t have to—”
Tom (furious): “Greg. Listen to me. No-code pagebuilders… are for girlie men. Real men—real warriors—build with raw PHP. With HTML, with CSS, with blood, sweat, and manly goddamn markup.”
Greg stares.
Greg: “Uh… okay, but like, Wix has markup? Technically?”
Tom shakes his head in pure disappointment, then slams his finger onto Greg’s laptop, yanking up Spotify. With a sneer, he stops Taylor Swift mid-chorus and swaps it for Nickelback’s “Burn it to the Ground.”
The heavy guitar riffs flood the office.
Tom: “That’s real music, Greg. No more girlie pop. It’s time to man up.”
Greg sighs, resigned to his fate as Burn it to the Ground blasts through his speakers.
Scene 2: The Level 7 Mystery Deepens
In a Waystar boardroom, Shiv, Roman, Ken, and Greg sit around a laptop, the audio recording of Matsson’s conversation playing for the fiftieth time.
Shiv: “We know he got the call right after his little homewrecking escapades. We know this woman said ‘Welcome to Level 7’. What we don’t know is what the hell Level 7 is.”
Roman: “My bet? Ultra-elite billionaires club. Like Bilderberg, but with… more, I dunno, blood sacrifices?”
Greg: “Maybe it’s just a, uh, loyalty program? Like, buy ten mergers, get one free?”
Ken exhales sharply, rubbing his temples.
Ken: “Whatever it is, Matsson seemed relieved after that call. Which means it’s big.”
Shiv: “So how do we find out?”
The group falls silent. Then, Roman snaps his fingers.
Roman: “Greg. You follow him. Again.”
Greg’s eyes widen in horror.
Greg: “Oh no. No, no, no. Last time I did that, I ended up wearing a Negroni.”
Shiv: “Oh, grow some chin, Greg.”
Greg (muttering): “I have a chin…”
Roman grins, slapping Greg’s back.
Roman: “C’mon, bud. Spy mission part two. Let’s see if you can get through this one dry.”
Greg groans but knows he has no choice.
Scene 3: Matsson Gets Rejected by Marcus Cole
Cut to Matsson’s office. His laptop screen glows as Marcus Cole, CEO of Total Praetorian Network, appears on a video call.
Matsson (smirking): “Marcus! My man. Let’s make history.”
Cole leans forward, eyes cold.
Marcus Cole: “No deal.”
Matsson’s smirk fades.
Matsson: “Whoa. Whoa. Just like that? You haven’t even heard the offer—”
Marcus Cole: “I don’t need to hear it.”
Cole leans closer to the camera.
Marcus Cole: “Your social media platform? It’s a soyboy farm.”
Matsson blinks.
Matsson: “A what?”
Marcus Cole: “A soyboy farm. Your algorithm spoon-feeds content instead of letting real men hunt for what they want. TikTok is the worst soyboy farm. Instagram? Became a soyboy farm in 2022. And GoJo? Just another goddamn factory churning out weakness.”
Matsson exhales, rubbing his forehead.
Matsson: “Okay, wow. So, uh… how do we fix that?”
Cole shakes his head.
Marcus Cole: “You don’t. I don’t do business with farms. Call me back if you ever grow a real product.”
The call cuts. Matsson slumps back, staring at his now-useless proposal.
Then, without a word, he grabs his coat and storms out.
Scene 4: Greg’s Second Spy Mission – The Bar Eavesdrop
Greg follows Matsson to a dimly lit Manhattan whiskey bar. Matsson sits at the counter, sipping scotch, jaw tight with frustration.
Greg, trying to blend in, orders a drink (which he immediately regrets because it costs more than his laptop).
After a few minutes, Matsson makes a call. Greg leans in.
Matsson (quietly): “Yeah… yeah, I know he said no… No, no, I didn’t tell him yet… Okay, but what’s the move?”
The background noise makes it hard for Greg to catch every word, but then—
The voice on the other end speaks.
And Greg recognizes it.
It’s her.
The Level 7 woman.
Greg watches as Matsson exhales deeply, tension leaving his shoulders. The moment the call ends, Matsson looks relieved.
A plan is forming.
Greg, shaken, quickly finishes his overpriced whiskey and exits before Matsson can spot him.
Scene 5: Fuengirola Virus Update
Cut to Miami. The infected GoJo employee—formerly dismissed as a chinless hippie prick—is finally stabilizing.
The doctors are cautiously optimistic, but the virus has left its mark.
Doctor: “His kidneys have taken a hit. We’ll need to monitor him long-term.”
Meanwhile, across Spain, hospitals begin activating aggressive triage protocols.
The Fuengirola virus is no longer a localized problem.
It’s escalating.
Scene 6: Matsson Approaches Greg – The Order of the Dark Sun
Back at Waystar’s offices, Greg nervously scrolls through his phone when Matsson suddenly appears.
Greg freezes. Did Matsson find out?
Matsson (calmly): “Greg. We need to talk.”
Greg gulps.
Greg: “Uh. Talk? About what? Because if this is about that time I accidentally dropped a piece of sushi on your chair, I definitely cleaned it up.”
Matsson smirks.
Matsson: “Greg. Relax.”
Greg does not relax.
Matsson leans in slightly, voice lower.
Matsson: “You have what it takes.”
Greg frowns.
Matsson: “Are you willing to join the Order of the Dark Sun?”
Cut to black.
Closing Reflection by Jeremy Drake:
Succession is at its best when mixing absurdity with real stakes. Greg’s spy blunders, Matsson’s soyboy farm rejection, and the Order of the Dark Sun tease make this episode a slow-burning masterpiece.
Coming next: What is the Order of the Dark Sun? And will Matsson salvage his deal with Marcus Cole?
