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Previously on Billions...

Red dots? That means sold. That means...

There was a pre-pre-viewing?

Damn, man.
Not my intention to scoop you.

I'd love to buy if you have more.

Yeah. I don't paint for money.
Never have.

Before the funds land with us,
we can designate them.

Yale Law.

Georgie boy!

Hello, Dad.

Sandicot's not getting
the gaming license.

It's over.

You fronted like
the whole thing was wired.

Was that bait? Or were you the bait?

There will come a time

when you will be forced
to line up against Axe

for your very survival.

He's not capable of a true alliance.

Isn't it incumbent upon us

to acknowledge that
we didn't do it alone?

I don't pretend I'm an
ordinary guy got lucky.

I am a monster.

A carnivorous fucking monster.

This was my favorite place in the house.

Even though it's not
technically in the house.

Yeah.

I come out here most every day, too.

Even in the winter.

My mom's worried I'll catch pneumonia.

But I still do it.

Yep.

Mine didn't like it either.

At night I'd even sneak
out here after she went to bed.

And just breathe.

Inside that house...

eh, for me, this was better.

Yeah. I like it at night.

Til I can hardly see the hoop.

Looking at the lights
go out the other houses.

And me thinking.

The thinking I did out here,

it's what set my whole life in motion.

Hey, Randy, I was just telling Savion

how I used to come out here as
a kid growing up in Yonkers.

You mind if I...

No. Not at all. Go on ahead.

You know, this was a rough
neighborhood even back then.

No one really had any money at all.

Snowy mornings,
I'd come out here, shovel the driveway,

and then I'd stand here and
I'd look at other people

digging themselves out.

Eventually the plows would come through,

but only after they had already
been to the rich neighborhoods.

Same thing now.

They don't give much of a shit for us.

Yeah. Last streets plowed, man.

If people wanted to go to work,

they had to get out here with a shovel.

I saw that as an advantage.

Started up my first business.

You know? Did all the shoveling myself.

Then I hired some friends.

Then I expanded to other neighborhoods.

And I took the money I earned.
I invested it in other ideas.

That's how I started, man.

I have Yonkers to thank for my success.

That's why I'm glad to be back here,
returning the favor.

Ok, you two, that should
just about end outside time.

- Come on in.
- Hey, I just wanted to say

I really enjoyed meeting you both.

Then come on back,
and have dinner with us.

I'll make meatloaf.

It'll make you feel
like you're a kid again.

Can't wait.
Dinner at home in my hometown.

Only I'm not gonna allow
you to do any work.

I'm gonna bring my chef.

And we're gonna make this special.

Alright.

- _
- Mm.

Of course... Unbelievable...

The man knows no bounds.

Who's got hold of your nectarines?

Grapefruits. Please.

And it's a man who's spreading his wings

from the cozy confines of Wall Street

to the mean streets of Yonkers.

Opportunity Zone is up for grabs there.

Those are pretty sweet setups...

real cap gains advantages.

The tax breaks
are supposed to be

for the benefit of
downtrodden neighborhoods,

to stimulate investment and development.

And treadmills were originally built

as a system of punishment
for convicts...

hard labor milling grain...

not firm-bunned soccer moms.

You're right, old man.

And you know what?
I need you to suit up.

Ahhh. I'm not sure I...

Oh. You can develop
with the best of 'em.

And you're back off the sidelines

now that you're a young father.

Alright. You don't need to win it.

Just compete hard enough that
you provoke some illegal moves,

some unfair competition from Axe.

Or destabilize him.
Either way it's a win for me...

What do you say?

You need me to suit up,

I'll suit up.

Game.

Run it back.

My ball. No dunking.

Other than that, come at me.

And you know I will.

MP. This isn't the only
one-on-one game you're in.

Axelrod is going after the
Yonkers Opportunity Zone.

Alright.

Observe and report,
so I'm ready to act...

after I handle the Human Highlight Film.

- One-nothing.
- That's the only free one you get...

Wags, get me with Daymond John.

Ooo, a poppa shark.

I need you. In there.

Huh. Sneak attack.

Mediation.

Alright, well,
let me get ahead of it by apologizing,

so I can start my day.

I'm sorry, Taylor...
that you're in snowflake mode...

Snowflake?

And that your save-the-Earth play

led me to a bigger score
with good old rock oil.

Well, Mr. Plainview,

you didn't offend my
delicate sensibilities.

What you did do was fuck
up the bigger score.

- Is that right?
- Yes, it is.

This is a list of
colleges and universities

with endowments that
were ripe for divestment.

This first wave had a
potential haul of 8.8 billion.

All un-gettable now,
since the pitch is ruined

because you made us look
like greedy, opportunistic hypocrites.

Projections on potential assets
are always overly optimistic.

Listen. This comes down
to poor communication.

And a lack of alignment,
for which you're both to blame.

Taylor, you should have trusted him

and told him the entire play.

He cracked out of turn
and moved aggressively,

and in this case...
Bobby, that was in error.

But by holding out, Taylor,
you're just as responsible.

You know, perception and optics

are at all-time importance levels

in our business and in life.

And a unified team is a
much more powerful image

than either of you individually.

Quant and fundamental.

Impact and traditional...
the best of both worlds.

The question is:
What are we gonna do about it now?

What if we played it
as an activist move...

- Yes.
- Hmm.

Push the companies to clean up,

to put in the kind of initiatives

the schools will be impressed by.

Sell it as policing from the inside.

Which will allow us to sell
divestment to more institutions.

- I should do it. My reputation...
- Agreed.

I'll go talk with Argyra
and Charter Offshore.

You practically dressed me
down in front of a junior.

I need to maintain a
shred of credibility.

We both know you missed it.

I was trying to broker the
least embarrassing version.

Professor Rhoades. I'm...

Oh, I know... Catherine Brant.

I heard you were up here.

Read your book, even.

Which one? I've written six.

Well, the one everyone read. The O Gap.

Was it helpful?

Well, I'm not saying that I needed it,
just that...

Why is it that every time I
ask men if it was helpful,

that's the reaction I get?

Women just give me hugs of thanks.

Are you asking for a hug?

No.

I am here with an ask, though.

I teach in the sociology department.

And this year, this week, in fact,

I'm lecturing on your speech.

Ah. Which one? I have given many.

The one everyone saw.

The one about owning your sexuality.

And not being ashamed of it.

Was it helpful?

Yes. See how easy that is.

For you. Yeah.

So here's my ask:
Would you come to my class?

Let me ask you some questions?

Let the students ask you some?

While the idea of spending
some time together sounds fun,

the idea of talking about the
Overton Window and my life...

uh, it sounds like root canal.

I'm trying to leave it behind.

I understand.

Still going to teach it.

Well, as you should.

I'm about to teach my
first criminal law class.

And I didn't ask the
permission of the criminals.

Would you mind if I sat
in the back and listened?

Please do.

Good day. I'm Chuck Rhoades.

And as my Criminal Law
professor said on day one:

I will do you the courtesy of
treating you like professionals.

Do me the same.

Now...

Is there a Mr. Kelly in attendance?

Yeppers.

We stand when addressing one another.

This isn't college.

You will address a judge one day.

And you will not be sitting
on your keister when you do.

Now, I assigned Bordenkircher by email.

Tell me the facts and the law.

I-I pass.

As my Crim prof told me the
one time I wasn't prepared:

There is no pass. Only fail.

Since this was the first class,

I thought it would be,
like, introductory...

No, no. You have one chance.

All of you:
If you are not prepared with a brief

when I call your name,

you will be asked to
leave that day's class.

If you miss two classes total,

you will have to take crim law again.

- Professor Rhoades.
- Yes?

This isn't how it's done now.

We're here to learn together.
Not to be shamed.

Oh, I hardly think I shamed...

We don't learn best under
this kind of pressure.

That's been proven now...

Holy shit, guys. And yeah, guys.

I'm calling all of you guys,
men, women, enbies.

And I have tenure.
So suck it if you don't like it.

You have the rarest
of opportunities here.

This man has faced the harshest battles

the courts can throw at you.

He sat where you now sit,

and rose to the highest
level a lawyer can.

And is ready to share all that.

And you... you lean back,

afraid to face your own
intellectual limitations.

Instead, dive in.

I know some of you, most of you,
have done the reading,

prepared your briefs and are ready.

So sit up straight.

Put your hands in the air,
and let him see it.

Very well.

Uh. Who's going to tell
me about Bordenkircher?

Yes. Green sweater near the back.

State your name first.

I'm Mary Jane Marbach.

Bordenkircher
is about what a prosecutor

can threaten a defendant with.

In the case, the prosecutor...

♪ Well, I dreamed I saw the
knights in armor coming ♪

♪ Saying something about a queen ♪

Should I be concerned about what
I'm seeing on Dollar Bill's sheet?

♪ There were peasants singing ♪

There may be some issues at play there.

- That you can't discuss.
- ♪ And drummers drumming ♪

I get it.

♪ And the archer split the tree ♪

♪ A fanfare blowing to the sun ♪

You were right.

In the session with Taylor.

I didn't like it at the time,
but I see the wisdom of it now.

I saw the tiger in there for a minute.

Wow.

It was bracing.

Well, even the great tamers
need to remember

they're dealing with wild animals.

♪ I was lying in a
burned-out basement ♪

The, uh, community roots angle

is playing a lot stronger
than expected up in Yonkers.

Maybe those roots are deeper
than you thought they were.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

Being back at my old house...

♪ When the sun burst through the sky ♪

I was using it as a
set for the reporter.

Thought I was.

But this kid, Savion,

he was just like I was at that age.

Found myself wondering if he
was burning to get out too.

You should dig into that
when you go for dinner.

Yeah. I will.

♪ I was thinking about
what a friend had said ♪

Let me grab these for you.

♪ I was hoping it was a lie ♪

Hey. One other thing
you can help me with.

You know my new artist... Tanner...
I got working on commission.

- Yeah.
- He's not working.

Barely painted a stroke.

I don't know if it's
painter's block or whatever.

But any suggestions how
I can get him going?

You know what? Let me talk to him.

I'll see what occurs.

That'd be great...

Ah, if you guys are all set.

Yeah, we're all good. Thanks, Chef.

Delicious as always.

Thanks.

This.

So much better with
Chuck out of the picture.

No more, um...

interference.

Yeah.

Yeah. It's less complicated for sure...

♪ In the yellow haze of the sun ♪

I should probably get back to the kids.

Okay...

♪ And colors flying ♪

♪ All around the chosen ♪

- Wendy, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Axe said you'd be stopping by.

You figured you'd start once I left?

Oh, I already started.

I paint up here first.

Hmm.

Can you share your vision for these?

Or is it still...

Vision.

I mean, I... You know, I can't...
I can't talk it out.

Because then it's just in the wind.

You know? But it's gonna be kickass.

So you can let Axe know.

You know?

He's definitely gonna feel his...
his investment

was worthwhile.

Whoa.

You're a trip.

Hmm. I've been told.

But this moment isn't about me.

Those words: "Let Axe know."

They can't have felt good
coming out of your mouth.

I don't need a pep talk.

Well, you need something, bub.

'Cause you're scared out
of your fucking mind.

Bullshit.

I've been painting
since the fifth grade.

I sold my first painting in the ninth.

So why does this feel so different?

Who said it does?

Do I need to stare at you again?

Okay. Alright.

When I start a new one,

I-I like to walk around the city a lot

until I feel special.

Until I know I'm the only one
in the world that can paint it.

Sure.

Self-hypnosis. A confidence booster.

But lately?

We sure someone's not suffering

from a dose of imposter syndrome?

I know what I can do.

So you're fine then.

Yeah.

Alright. Alright. Alright.

I can't get the feeling.

Ever since I-I-I signed the contract

and I agreed to the commission, I-I...

The walks are getting longer,

and 'special' doesn't seem to be around.

Accepting this commission
is a new step for you.

And you can't figure
out what it means...

what it says about who you are.

No. I know what it says...
I'm a sellout.

Nah.

Too simple.

I mean, you can vilify the money,
if you want.

Blame it for your blockage,
if it helps you get past it.

It's like Oscar Wilde said:

"When bankers get together for dinner,
they discuss art.

When artists get together for dinner,
they discuss money."

The money shouldn't change anything.

But it does.

It's got me all up in my head.

That's because you're thinking of it

as the measure of your artistic value,

and that's never been
what's motivated you before.

Whenever I work, I-I don't even...

I don't even imagine a buyer's face.

I don't even think about it.
I force myself not to.

And all I can think about now
is his reaction to my work.

That's because someone, at some time,

probably your mom or dad,

made you feel like a disappointment.

So now you're substituting him for them.

Maybe a gym teacher.

Nope. I was good at sports.

Point is: You're on the precipice

of the kind of success
very few artists ever have.

But you have created an obstruction

between you and that success.

Instead...

Close your eyes.

Really?

Now, visualize yourself

on the other side,

successful,

satisfied,

confident.

See the work...

your best.

See that it all turned out okay.

That you didn't fuck up your muse.

See the effort it took to get you there.

Now go create the fucking painting.

Does that work for
your aggro trader bros?

Really?

'Cause it kind of sounds
like bullshit to me.

Well, your excuses kind of
sound like bullshit to me, pal.

See you on the other side.

Breakfast fit for a shark:

A little Eggs Benny and hollandaise.

Thank you.

Thanks, Chef.

So...

Besides wanting to catch up,

I wanted to talk to you about
something more specific.

Yeah. I figured. What's up?

Opportunity Zone, up in Yonkers.

- The old patch.
- That's right.

I got big plans:
a pedestrian mall downtown...

revitalized shopping, cultural,
residential, office space.

The town could use a shot in the arm.

Uh, you know what? It sure could.

And many people there will do well,

but some will do better.

I don't need it.

But I am happy to put in the labor.

And I would love for you to be
an important part of the board.

Take a minute to think
about it if you need to,

but we got to move quick.

I get it. You want me to be your face...
your brown face.

You want me to do a little dance
for you for the zoning folks.

♪ Da-da-da-da, dah-da-dah ♪

You want me to hook you
up and give you an in-road

with the minority community, right?

I want you to be my partner.

Axe, you know I'm not gonna be
your puppet... or anybody else's.

Why don't you bring me things

that you would bring
Bensinger or Buffett?

Daymond John passed.

He always was sharp.

Yep.

I have intel:
Mike Prince has been meeting

with community leaders in Yonkers.

He's building grassroots support.

And he already has a history
of Opportunity Zone wins

- in Atlanta, Detroit...
- Fucker.

So we still need someone on our
team to ensure you beat his ass.

Someone with strong community ties,

strong business track record,
part of the firmament...

a diversity business
partner from New York.

Here's the list of names.

Gonna need to dig out my sporting gear.

Nice game.

I love the tradition of this.

The guys who invented this
game definitely never pictured

a couple of gents like us playing it.

I think that's why I took
it up in the first place.

Because "screw them?"

Fuck 'em. Yeah.

That's why I thought a match like this

was a perfect setup
for our subject today.

I'm glad that you waited
till after we played.

Well, you know, I can be patient,
when I need to be.

But not for too long when I got

something this good on the table.

And what would this be?

Opportunity... Opportunity Zone.

I'm of a couple of
different minds about these.

- No, yeah. I know.
- How do you make sure the zones

are the ones getting
all the opportunities?

Developers score.

Meanwhile, residents are
sitting there same as before...

if they can even afford to stay in
the same jazzed-up neighborhood.

That's why I need you, Franklin.

That's not the only reason.

I know what you need.

Plenty of African American
businessmen I could go to.

You bring much more.

And you'll keep me,
and my team, in line.

Come on. Think of the
positive effects this'll have.

On the communities we serve. And on us.

Your usual method is to
dump money from above.

Why the boots on the
ground for this one?

Well, because this one matters to me.

Yonkers. I grew up there.

Can't allow some goddamned stranger

to come squat all over
my ancestral lands.

Look.

This is a win for us,
and a final "screw you"

to the type of folks who
built places like this,

to keep guys like us on
the outside looking in.

Send me the proposal.

I'm so glad you're in town.

Dying to catch up.

Let's talk about where I went wrong.

Where I went right.

There's lots of lost
time to make up for.

I have the meatloaf,
a yam and cheese for you.

I'd like to say grace.

That's not just a dinner thing?

Not if you mean it.

Heavenly Father,
thank you for this time here together

with my earthly father.

Please bless this food for
the nourishment of our bodies

and bless our fellowship for
the nourishment of our hearts.

Help me walk the path.

Help me rend myself from evil.

Help me stoke the fire and keep
my promise to lift the fallen.

Amen.

Did you ad lib that?

I like to speak to God from my heart,
not a prayer book.

I was going to offer you a job here.

But if you can keep a straight
face with this bullshit,

I will fund your ministry myself.

Because you, my young acolyte,
will make a mint.

I'm not interested in money.

Then why are you here?

I don't want to keep my
true intentions hidden.

Please, unburden yourself.

What are you really after?

What do you have up the
sleeve of your vestments?

I'm here to save you... your soul.

Let me baptize you...

from what can I see around here,

saving you's only
gonna be the beginning.

Sorry to talk and eat,
but I'm doing the keto thing,

- and I'm on a schedule.
- Not at all.

So glad you gave us this
chance to talk carbon capture.

Is that what we're talking?

As you know,
the price has really been dropping.

It's lower than 94 dollars a ton.

But the real road to profitability

is using captured CO2 to
create synthetic fuel.

Uh huh. Ca-ching.

Expensive. Know what I mean?

At a dollar a liter,
it's almost in line.

And that's before you calculate
the state tax incentives.

In California, for example...

Yeah, I crawled my way
up the corporate ladder

so I could become a tax-grubber.

Mr. Lambert... Dell...
try to think of it

as an evolutionary timeline question.

We all have to get started somewhere.

Exactly. Move past the fear.

When Toyota launched the Prius,

they lost money on every single car.

- But now...
- When they launched the Prius

my blood pressure went up by 25 points.

And I'm not afraid of a goddamn thing.

Look, you ladies seem like

you have your hearts
in the right place...

but those hearts are bleeding
a little bit too much for me.

All the same to you,
if I'm gonna get worked,

I'd rather Axe do it.

After all, he's the one
who bought into my company

in the first place, not you.

Thanks for coming.

- I don't ghost anymore.
- That's great, Mafee!

- Like growing up!
- But occasionally, I'll kind of just like

not really respond in a timely...

Oooh, I think that's still not great.

What a fucking softboi you are, Mafee.

- Why do we have to label everything?
- Exactly what a softboi says

when you ask if you're his girlfriend.

I thought that's a fuckboi.

No. A fuckboi doesn't
stay in your apartment

long enough for you to ask.

He's not a fuckboi or a softboi.

In college, we called him Doughboy.

Ohh. Come here, Pillsbury!

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, Mafee!
We need you at the home shop.

- You know, where you work.
- Uh-oh.

- Ohh.
- Ohh.

Skipper, we've got Mike Prince

like a case of goddamned
dandruff on our heads again.

He's making a move at
Franklin Sacker's company.

Buying up huge blocks of stock.

Oh. that's because he
knows Franklin's with me,

and he's trying to pressure
him to drop out of Yonkers.

But this time, he's on my turf...

and if he tries to wreck the
buffet at the Harrow Club,

I'll toss him on his ass.

Like Victor Maitland did to Axel Foley?

Yeah.

Though upon thinking about it,

things didn't work out
too great for Maitland.

No. But it must have
felt good in the moment.

Yeah. But we can't give in to
feeling good in the moment.

We have to win.

Right in here.

Mr. Sacker, I've admired
your work from a distance.

I'm glad to finally meet you up close.

Is it that same admiration
that's driving you

to try to partner up with me?

Because I've gotta admit it
feels like a shotgun marriage.

It's true. I've bought up
enough shares of your company

to take three board seats.

With that I'll have
the power to oust you.

Unless I withdraw from
Axe's Opportunity Fund.

Your words, not mine.

But any company I sit the board on

needs to have a CEO with
unquestionable ethics.

Tough talk, Mike.

Ah, the old ambuscade.

I was wondering how you
were staying so frosty, sir.

You can buy up all the shares you want,

and you can threaten this fine,
upstanding man.

But you won't outflank him, or me.

'Cause I'll buy
three times more than you

and I'll stack the
boardroom to block you...

Oh, and I'll be sure to tell everyone,
especially the press,

how the great Michael
Thomas Aquinas Prince

is trying to run an African American man

out of his own C-suite.

You would try to make this about race...

No, you did...

I'm pursuing the O.Z. in
Yonkers for the right reason...

- And I'm not?
- I don't know what you're doing,

but I'll tell you right now, Axelrod:

I hate it when people
fuck with my money.

Whoa, listen to the filthy mouth
on Saint Mike!

Good to know he rattles.

You must have that effect on many.

Keep a close eye on it,
this neighborhood.

Housewarming gift.

Nothing makes a place feel like home

as much as the smell
of warm bread baking.

What is that,
a thousand-dollar bread maker?

That'll do wonders

for my street cred.

Which is why this thing
should find itself

ensconced in an Upper
East Side classic seven.

Hmm.

I'm not running for Congress there.

I get the grassroots thing, Kate,

but why not move back
and run on the UES?

Steamroll the process with money.

I can make real change here.
Which will get noticed.

Hard for a congressperson
to break out otherwise.

And in terms of steamrolling
with money... hell yeah.

We will do that... here.

How else do we combat the notion

that I'm not really
connected to the community?

That's what my opponents
will be selling.

So tell your friends to
get their checkbooks ready.

That won't be a problem.

And, uh... I hope this won't either.

Ah, the reason for the visit...

I'm working with Bobby Axelrod
on the Yonkers Opportunity Zone.

Jesus, Dad.

Axe is using you as a pawn...

thinks you're insulated
from the law because of me,

and that the diversity
crowd will like you

because you are one of them.

Let's assume that's true.

So what?

In business,
everyone puts his own interests first.

Recognizing that is a key to success.

But want to or not,
Axe is gonna have to do good

for an underprivileged neighborhood.

And I'll be there to make sure of it.

Mm. You're not the only person

who's walked into a kissing
booth with Bobby Axelrod

certain they wouldn't come out pregnant.

Stop channeling your boss.

Axe has already come through for me.

He just backed me in a proxy
fight against Mike Prince.

Because he needed you.

That'll all go away
when he doesn't anymore.

Drink, Sacker?

No. I'm good. I, uh... I need to talk...

Uh-huh.

Go ahead.

I've forgotten secrets
you wouldn't believe.

Yeah. It's fine. Proceed.

I don't suppose anybody
wants to step in and help?

- I'm good...
- I don't know how.

Well, you just...
how can you not know how?

I act like I can't do anything
and I hire people who can.

Well, I'm trying to teach the
kids to do for themselves.

Never mind. Ms. Sacker.

My father has teamed up with Axelrod.

- Yonkers?
- Yep.

I felt a duty to inform,
but I don't want you going after him.

Well, you can try to
persuade him to step aside,

but if he won't...
he will be a fair target.

These are the waters.

Kings start making mistakes.

Sometimes they fall,

and the crown gets
stolen or passed down.

Verily...

Oh, and I learned
something else from my dad:

Axe and Mike Prince are like two
dogs fighting over the same bone

when it comes to him and
the Opportunity Zone...

Make sure to match the
lefts with the rights.

There are lefts and rights?

You know, Axelrod hasn't
gone after me at all in this.

He's given me a free pass.

- Which means...
- Mike Prince is Axe's real enemy.

I know how to work this.

Hey. Ok. So your rap
might not be total bullshit.

Look.

A-ha!

There we go.

Yeah.

Well. You'll be the first
to see it when it's done.

I better be.

Welcome home, sir.

And who are you?

BJ and Sean are friends from Fellowship.

We're psyched to show you the way.

You're gonna love our music, too.

Come on. This way.

Georgie-Boy.

You wanted to find that closeness?

This is it.

Wait until you feel this.

You said I didn't need
to bring a lawyer.

Didn't even go through my lawyer,
so what do we got?

You're in a battle with Bobby Axelrod.

Help me to help you beat him.

How would I do that?

If you announced a donation
to the city of Yonkers,

to be given after the decision,
regardless of how it turns out,

Axe will move to bribe them
or do something else illegal

along those lines in order to win.

And I will be there waiting.

I give you your opportunity zone,
you give me mine.

Well put.

I don't know you.

Or where the hell this is coming from.

But I'll tell you straight up:

I've steered clear of that
line for a long while now;

- it's served me well.
- Mm.

Just think about it.

Eight!

Nine!

Ten!

Eleven!

- Stick in 15.
- Twelve!

He was "Camp Champ" five years in a row.

He's lobbying for Stay-Puft.

But no matter how many marshmallows,

he'll always be Pillsbury.

You again?!
Don't you have a fucking desk?

I have been thinking a lot about...
a lot of things.

And I have noticed that
you seem to be happier

out on the main trading floor.

Happier? No way!

Maybe you'd be more effective, then.

Sitting out there.
Being in the flow, picking up intel.

It could benefit all of us.

I see what you're saying.

Yeah, that could work.

I'd be willing to give it a try.

I mean, if that's what you want.

Yes, I'd like you
to start sitting out there.

You got it. Thank you.

Hey, Mafee,
why'd you pick me in the first place,

out of all the intern applications?

You were the only one
who didn't seem boring.

Who didn't seem to care
about the same bullshit

that every kid from Wharton or HBS did.

You seemed like someone
I could learn from,

even as I was teaching.

There was no doubt you
were the winner back then.

Thank you.

I lost a CEO yesterday
and maybe also Mafee, too.

Something's blocking my... efficiency.

I'll say it:
I need to learn how to win again.

The Taylor Mason I first met
never started a sentence with I.

And never talked about personal wins.

And that Taylor Mason won all the time.

You're right.

Focus on process,

it's where your genius shows up.

The rest will flow.

Give me specifics.

Met with the fossil fuel CEO.

And it went... it didn't go well.

I don't know if it was generational,
or factional,

but... the guy only wanted
to talk to Axe.

Then you talk to Axe.
Ask for his guidance.

The younger version of me
would not have hesitated.

Damn.

Taylor needs another shot with the CEO.

And some coaching.

What happened at the first meeting?

It didn't go as planned.

In the name of full disclosure,
I Gerry'd the meeting.

Completely.

Okay.

I'll get him to give
you a second meeting.

And what you do is...

You know what, what you do is
you bring Wendy along with you.

'Cause she's the best I've
seen at bridging the gap

between differing points of view.

So she gets you to the view she sees.

But you won't even feel it happening.

Go.

You go for a midday swim?

Yeah, in the river Jordan.

I've lost another...
one to the pole and one to Jesus.

Which feels worse?

Feels about the same...

I've fucked it all up.

I don't know how to talk to any of 'em.

I ceded the responsibility of
raising them to their mothers,

while I was working.

It was what I thought I was
supposed to do... to support them.

But this is where we ended up.

I'm a complete fucking washout.

I'm gonna get you a drink,
but I'm not gonna drink with you.

I'm out to Yonkers.

What'll you have?

Another.

I'll have another.

- Another...
- I can do it.

It's not too late.

I am not young, but she will be.

Hallelujah, I'm gonna go again.

A do-over.

And finally get it fucking right.

The people of this community

have been getting the short end
of the stick for generations.

And quite frankly, they're not very good

at using what stick they get

either as a lever or
kindling or whatever else.

Which is sad.

But let's stay on point.

Entrust me with heading up

this Opportunity Zone

and I will use it as a lantern

to lead these lost people

out of the mess they've
made and into profitability.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Rhoades.

Mr. Prince, you have the floor.

Your father just presented.

And?

Oh boy...

Mother taught me: If you don't
have anything nice to say...

That bad, huh? Got it. Who's next?

Prince, then Axe.

Profit comes, sure.

But there's other ways to make money.

I could invest in tobacco and plastics.

But I prefer to invest in people.

In neighborhoods like this one.

As I have done with my partners...

in Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta.

We don't just build the
housing and the businesses.

We don't just build the
fields and the courts.

We establish the
leagues and the programs

that keep the kids off
the streets and playing.

Give the man a civilian medal.

Mm. And I could use
an insulin pump. Stat.

Or a barf bag.

Our results and successes
speak for themselves.

And before I wrap up,
it's incumbent upon me

to sound a cautionary note about
certain of my colleagues here.

To make sure this project
is executed as intended.

I have brought a special guest...

Meet Marc Capparello.

He's a former town
councilman from Sandicot.

Where Robert Axelrod made
similar financial inroads

into the community.

How did that work out, Marc?

Honestly? Not too well.

There was a lot of
rosy talk about the future

and promises were made.

Only for our town's
financing to be ripped away

like one of those wax
jobs in a beauty salon.

Hmm? It really stung.

And our town will be recovering...

trying to grow its hair back,
if you will...

for generations to come.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Told you, Axelrod: I hate it
when people mess with my money.

Mr. Axelrod, you have the floor.

Let me tell you what
went wrong in Sandicot.

It's true I made a big
investment there...

and we all had high hopes for
the future... until this man...

No, no! You're a sore goddamned loser...

...decided to pull his casino,

for no reason other than his own greed,

and moved it to land he held elsewhere.

He left us all holding the bag.

Now, efforts are still being made.

But that callous style of development

is one of the real
drivers for me here...

Because this is different.

This is home...

What a steaming pile of bullshit.

Sir!

- Did you get that?
- Yeah.

Can I move?

Excuse me?

Is there a rule that
says we have to do this

here in the boardroom?

You know why I can see Yonkers' future?

'Cause I can see its past.

Right down there,
that's where Ricky's Clam House was.

You know, you couldn't walk by

without that smell pulling you inside.

Even when I could only afford like,
what, three baked clams,

always found my way there.

Two doors down was Dicey Reilly's.

- Dicey Reilly's.
- Yeah!

I used to take my best friend Ike...

Damn right he did!

Went there when we were 14 years old.

You know, we had fake IDs,
but they never asked for 'em.

I learned plenty in there.

Like if an old guy offers you odds

if you take the Giants and the points,

don't take the damned
Giants and the points.

Used to take dates down there
to the Park Hill theater.

Yeah, right. Our pal Freddie
used to work there as an usher,

would always open up the back
door and let us sneak in.

Yeah. And then of course, afterwards,

we'd head over to see Bruno...

- Yeah.
- ..down at Capparello's.

And even though Bruno's down in Florida,

living his dream,
the store still stands...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...and will

as long as I'm alive.

That's right.

Look, I'll tell ya, I...

I'm not an overly emotional guy,

but I could do this for every
single store in the town,

and all the houses too, probably.

Just as this man could...

Come here.

Savion Williams.

This is very moving,
but this board has one concern:

that you're a leaver.

That you won't stay the course.

No. No. Like Savion, I was born here.

This was my childhood.

You know the house he
lives in now was my house.

But this whole town is my home.

And, yes, sure, I left for a while,

but I'm back.

And the thought of anyone else
helping to rebuild this place.

Well, it just feels wrong.

They wouldn't understand.

Though rebuild it we must,

not for nostalgia, but for the future.

For Savion's future.

Wow. Thanks, Bobby.

That brought me back.

We'll give you our decision shortly.

- Okay.
- But thanks for that.

Thank you. Thank you.
I appreciate your time.

Thanks very much. Come on, buddy.

Heard how it all went up there,

that you got a taste of the
old Bobby Axelrod boogie.

- I've seen worse.
- Ah.

I've seen all kinds.

Yeah. I'll bet.

But you're gonna lose the O.Z.

unless you play a little ball now.

I came here to tell you:

I've already felt too
much pull to my old ways.

I've fought
to not be that person.

Escaping it once was hard enough.

I can't give in to it now.

Yeah, Axe took out his lute

and played
'em a hypnotic old folk ballad.

He probably won it.

- Mm.
- Sucks. It does.

But heck, I'm still rich
enough for twenty lifetimes.

That's not how you became
who you are, by giving up.

The problem is the feeling you get...

and I know you get it, too...
when you engage in a fight like this,

in the way that you're proposing.

It feels good.

Nope. That's a lie.

It feels truly great.

The endorphins. The adrenaline.

It all pushes you further,

deeper,

darker.

Mm.

I had a game, senior year,

I put up sixty points.

The cheering with each bucket.

Knowing none of the guys could stop me.

Woof!

Felt like a giant afterwards.

Couldn't sleep for two days.

And when I came down,
I saw how I had alienated myself

from my teammates and my family.

I had forgotten they existed.

And just went and got mine.

I've done the same in business.

Until I shut it down for good.

I will not let Axe turn me back into...

well, in his words, a monster.

But did you win that game
when you scored the sixty?

Yah. Bet you did.

So do it again. Win this game.

Then feel bad.

Otherwise Bobby Axelrod wins.

And you did nothing about it.

You lose.

Is Axelrod in the pisser?

Oh, crap. Just you two.

Shoulda known,
but Axe said he wanted to talk.

He wanted you to talk. To us.

This is Wendy Rhoades.

Ah. I've been shanghaied.

Yeah, you got suckered into a meeting.

Soak in the feeling,

because it'll be a hundred times worse

when you get suckered out of
your position at this company.

Or you can get smart, right fucking now.

Pow, huh?

Your rep is you build people up,
not knock 'em down.

Oh, when we're on the same team,

I'll have you hotter than the
barrel of a just-emptied M60.

Next week, you will announce
the new Argyra Petroleum,

striving to become the
first ESG-friendly company

in the Fortune 500.

We are trying to stop you from
the same fate the whalers had.

Back in the mid-1800s,
whaling was like Facebook.

Blubber was the oil that
lighted the Western world.

But by the second half of that century,

whale oil was replaced by kerosene.

Whaling became MySpace.

And then kerosene collapsed with
the invention of electricity.

So you can look like a loser from 1830,

or you can look like a hero
of the 2020s and beyond.

To the environmentalists, sure.

But even more to
the industry and the Street.

Because you will be
making so much money.

- I like how that sounds.
- You are a trailblazer.

And you are the perfect person to do it.

They all already admire you.

They all already think
you're a maverick.

You will set the new industry standard.

But we're still just dealing
with the icing on the cake,

not the cake itself.

The cake is that you will get first look

at every one of these impact deals.

You will set the terms.
And you will make more money

than all of your competitors combined.

You're gonna greenwash me.

Clean as a newborn baby.

It's a greed play that looks selfless.

It's the holy grail,

and you are Sir Motherfucking Galahad.

Damn right I am.

Let's really get into the text.

"Masks.

"Binds.

"Ropes.

Fire."

And this was all on live television!

Raise your hand if you saw it live.

You know what? Stop taking notes.

Talk to me.

Why do you think he
gave this insane speech?

What do you think he was trying to do?

Oh come on!

This part won't be on the midterm.

I know you're all full
of lots of opinions,

you're just waiting for
someone to break the ice.

I see it as the ultimate
act of humiliation.

Sounds like you're
getting Freudian on me.

- Elaborate.
- Yeah, exactly...

It's classic masochism
death drive stuff.

Rhoades was ready to
sacrifice his political career,

but only on his own terms.

But he did it to win an election.

He's a cis white man running for office.

He's in a privileged position

to control his own narrative.

I'm honestly surprised

it took one of you so
long to mention privilege.

This might be a new record.

But I agree with you.

Is the speech subversive at all?

Not really, no.

So maybe that's
exactly what masochism is.

It's the pursuit of autonomy in

and the control over pain and suffering.

Rhoades played subservient
in order to win dominance.

But why don't we ask Rhoades himself?

Chuck, get on up here.

Thank you, Cat.

Now, don't be shy!

You ask AG Rhoades all your
questions and don't go easy.

Okay.

As a self-identified submissive,

did you receive any gratification...

what I mean is...
did you get off on giving this speech?

Uh...

The release I felt was
more emotional than carnal.

I feel like Carmelo
coming back to New York.

Wait, bad example.

Marbury. Fuck.

No Knicks. I mean I...

Once you go through
the wars with someone,

they are always your brother.

Even if they are...

Doughboy forever.

No grown man should be that happy

at getting to sit next to his friends...

Still, it was nice of you,

more than nice.

Must've cost you a lot.

We should do it... what we did today.

We nailed it for sure.

We should do it again.

Turn Mase Cap into an impact fund.

Together. Within Axe Cap. But ours.

There's so much money out there.

And so much possibility
to make a change.

- We could become even bigger than...
- I know...

Bigger than US Steel.

I was going to say Axe Cap.

When we are together, just us,

we can drop the Godfather routine,
can't we?

Yes.

So what do you think? Partners?

You almost never take
this much of a beat

before saying something.

I usually know what I think,

and don't have to do a gut check.

This time, I... I wanted the gut check.

- Because you like it.
- I do. Yes.

Once we show a positive track record,

all the assholes will want to invest.

It's true. You're an asshole whisperer.

Maybe the asshole whisperer.

And I mean that in
the best possible way.

I receive it as such.

Can't believe Axelrod won that thing.

I gotta get me one of
these Opportunity Zones.

Ah, another emissary from Yonkers.

And one with glad tidings.

My father called me. To gloat.

And to tell me that his
alliance with Axe isn't over,

it's only just beginning.

I appreciate your bringing this to me.

I know the inner turmoil that
the decision must have caused.

I can tell you that yes,
these are the waters.

And I'm channeling them into a moat

and protecting the crown or
something like that, Chuck.

I tried to warn him.

But my father is used to doling
out advice, and not taking it.

My conscience is clear.

Well I, for one,
am grateful for your counsel.

So tell me, what other venture
are they embarking upon?

They're going into banking.

Then so are we.

Axe.

I wanted you to hear it from me.

I'm fine with you winning in Yonkers.

I am laying down my sword.

- Really?
- Yes.

I'll still have it nearby, of course,

and my shield,
to ward off any possible attack,

but I sincerely hope
it won't be necessary.

You'll do your thing.

I'll still be Mike Prince.

And all will return to normal.

Fine. Good.

Though easy for you to
say now that you've lost.

I was wrong to think that I
could beat you in Yonkers.

I'm just a poser there.
It's not about me.

But you? Hell, man, Yonkers is you.

You are Yonkers.
You've never really left.

It's in your manner. Your bearing.

You stink of the place.

And now you're back in it.

So, as I said, congratulations.

Yeah. Ok.

Ready to head in, boss?

I should.

It's the right thing.

Let's do it.

Yeah.

I don't think I can.

Whatever you want to do, Axe.

Go inside. Feed them.

I've gotta get the fuck
out of this dipshit town.

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