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[Wendy] Previously
on Billions.

Are you here to tell me
that you found me a donor?

[Wendy] He's gonna die
unless he gets a kidney.

-So I thought I--
-[Axe] You should've come to me.

[Taylor] If you work with me,

I need your blood
because that is what I give.

You want to own me.

And that's not cool.

[Axe] The mythical
incorruptible artist,

impervious to temptation.

[Wendy] When we met,
you acted like money is like chains.

It's just that now that
I have a little bit of it...

it's startin' to
feel like freedom.

My favorite artist isn't
getting paid enough.

What do you got in mind?

The freezer section.

Michael Prince is ready

to be confirmed
Ambassador Extraordinary

and Plenipotentiary to Denmark.

You're in a battle
with Bobby Axelrod.

Help me to help you beat him.

You can look as long and
hard as you want at my life,

past or present.

He's got a secret.

Fucking find it.

It's been brutal, really,

to watch the world
celebrate this man

and know the truth about
what he did to my son.

Found some neighborhood
folks that got fleeced

by a payday lender.

Company's called Plaintif-Full.

[Chuck] I am in the mood
to take someone down.

[Victor] He went for the lure.

And he got hooked.

Fuck yeah!

Why would Axe
care about buying up

a marginal shitbag operation?

The way they got away
with a bunch of their

unethical lending
is doing it in-house.

They have a bank charter.

We just delivered Axe his bank.

[Chuck] This one?

Keep scrolling.

We can do this a month from now.

No,
no. Time is stalking me down.

-It's inexorable.
-No, Dad.

None of that. You're
gonna outlast--

Now listen,
you keep your goddamn emotional lid on

during the service.

I'm everything to you,
your whole world.

I know this.

And I gotta make
this clear to you now,

or you'll get the
waterworks going

like Iguazu Falls.

No, sir. No,
I will comport myself

as you have taught me...

with dry eyes

and an ass clenched tighter than

Steve Reeves on
a busman's holiday.

Oh! [chuckles]

That's something.

Are you burying me,
or parading me through

the streets with the Hibernians?

You may be
demonstrating a failure

to show appreciation of
what I'm goin' through here.

I have lie in it.

I think that's
appreciation enough.

Pesci? The Irishman ?

No? I was just
looking for a moment

of levity in the darkness.

Now, I don't need that

or Martin fucking Scorsese

to explain the process of aging

and physical destruction to me.

Especially not at four
hours running time...

when lack of time

is the immediate
problem I'm facing.

You have got things in your life

worth stayin' around for, Dad.

Roxanne, the baby, my kids.

Me.

Let's quit the
optimistic bullshit.

I've got a couple of
rock-hard peach pits

for kidneys.

We're buyin' a casket here.

[sighs] I am.

As in I'm paying.

Wouldn't give you
the satisfaction.

Well, my credit card's already
on file at Frank E. Campbell.

And I told them I'd
be the one around

to bother them if they
fucked with me on this.

I guess it is what it is, huh?

Yeah.

What you have in front of you...

is a perfect
expression of pizza.

[sniffs]

Ingredients locally sourced in Italy,
flash frozen there.

When it comes out of the oven,

it's as good as anything
at the restaurant.

So you say.

I'll be the judge, yeah?

[chews]

[laughs]

Holy shit. Kid,

you did it.

He did it.

I just wrote the checks.

[chuckles]

[unintelligible muttering]

You had me worried. We
got a 100,000 of these things

on a container ship
headed for our shores.

Congratulations.

-Is Bobby taking care of you?
-Yeah.

Of course I am. We got
private equity circling already.

And once we choose
who gets to take these

fine gentlemen to the prom,

Anthony will be liquid.

Yes, he will.

To Genio Della Pizza.

The next global food brand.

One week to launch.

-Cent'anni.
-Cent'anni.

[speaking in Danish]

[exhales]

They'll never find
anyone better,

more committed.

But you're not fighting back.

I'm in the wrong.

Who cares?

It's time to rise up and--

My hawk-like
instincts are telling me

to leave it there for now.

Savvy read.

[slaps knees]

[exhales]

-[indistinct street chatter]
-[traffic sounds]

-[whispering] It's Jay-Z.
-Hmm.

Distance yourself.

You and I can do more
good by letting The Mike fold

and then raising something
new from the ashes.

We're good at that.

Yeah, Shawn. You too.

Get me to see Taleb.

Gotta make sure this thing's
a real black swan event.

High priest.

There's no profit at the
end of this call sheet.

No money to be made.

My one job is to
help you do your job.

-And right now--
-I have three cell numbers

for this guy.

Can I talk to you
like you talk to me?

I'm gonna talk to you
like you talk to me.

This is to what?
Refocus my lens?

That it is.

We got a bank
charter 24 hours ago,

and instead of
setting up a boardroom

and printing stationery,
I'm searching

"hashtag The Mike."

You've been giving
away majority ownership

in this pizza company.

What I'm really searching
for is a pattern in the madness.

But all I'm seein'
is the madness.

Hmm. The reason
I can talk like that--

Well, there are myriad reasons,

none of which you'd understand.

As you don't understand
why my moves right now

are the very acme of sanity.

Thank you for your
thoughts and prayers.

Now do my bidding.

And get me Taleb. Let's go.

[Prince] No, no,
I-- I understand.

But I still think
I'm the best choice

to lead "Shake the Quake."

Of course. Uh....

Well,
let's find you a new public face.

I'd be happy to make some calls.

Goodbye.

Where are we on The Mike?

-Cancellations are piling up.
-[closes laptop]

Principals are willing
to send their juniors,

some VPs from the big firms.

A second-tier even
might as well not exist.

Cancel it.

It's your legacy.

The Mike is bigger--

Cancel... the darned...

event.

[tosses phone]

The Mike is toast.

Charities are abandoning him.

Let's ratchet up
to personal life.

I have to go with
this one more time.

I am here for whatever you need.

[scoffs] And I'm always up

for a bloody vanquishing.

But Prince is
done. He's bled out.

And you're calling
in favors for what?

So you can fuck
a dead guy's skull?

Michael Douglas only
talked about it in The Bible.

He didn't do it.

Besides,
skullfuckery is not even fun to watch.

Okay. That part is a lie.

He's not dead till
I say he's dead.

[paint splattering]

Did you work all night?

Yeah.

I'm headed into the office.

What do you think?

It's intense.

Yeah, but is it....

You know...[sighs]

Finished?

What do you think?

They used to talk to me.

Refuse the paint
when I was done.

And now?

There's a lot of other noise.

I know.

Penthouse walls

"echo with the
sound of salesmen."

That guy was an artist, right?

-Neil Peart.
-Yeah. You are, too.

You have to remind
yourself why you're painting it.

You know,
there's a piece of land in Vermont

that I could buy.

Beautiful spread. It's got trees,
and a lake.

Vermont's nice,
but you can't let that be your reason.

Oh, there are worse ones.

You know that collector Lisa?

I mean, she buys one
painting that's a down payment.

[cellphone vibrating]

Hello?

Yeah, hold on one second.

Uh, this is the, uh,

collector that I had
dinner with the other night.

-I want to take this.
-Okay.

My man, you found me.

Yeah, you got a long reach,
player.

I know it.

Yeah. [chuckles]

[Chuck] Mr. Moody,
the power we wield

as attorneys general

is akin to a V-12 engine
in an Italian sports car.

You can drive the speed
limit most of the time,

but once in a while,
you gotta take that power out and gun it.

And who would you like me
to run down on the Autobahn?

Go to court and
get an injunction

blocking Bobby Axelrod's
acquisition of Plaintif-Full

and the bank charter inside.

That individual is
not fit to own a bank.

It's a Delaware corporation.

So, you're the man to talk to.

[Chuck] The man with his
hand on the switch of Ol' Sparky,

who can send this
deal to Valhalla.

Well, do I have a race car

or an electric chair
at my disposal?

Both.

It would have been
real good of you

to ask 24 hours ago,

before you took a
wrecking ball to Plaintif-Full.

All without a call to me,
by the way.

In too much of a hurry to
hand-deliver Axe a bank,

I guess.

You started this thing.

And you did it without
seeing the consequences.

Now you want me to fix it?

I'm asking you to take
down a larger threat.

My mistake doesn't have to
snowball into our mistake.

There's no legal
basis for this...

No. It would be a favor.

Which we tend to repay.

No, not tend to.

Always will, and always have.

Favors are not asked
lightly and will not be ignored.

You think this is the state that

Pierre Samuel du
Pont de Nemours built,

with the cousin marrying
and the wrestler murdering

and all that French
aristocracy nonsense?

The glass shards
on top of the wall,

keep the lesser family out?

No.

This is the state that
was built on corporations

getting what they need,

which is freedom from
the yoke of tax burden.

I don't believe
corporations are people.

They're better than people,
because they don't fuck up

when they get so
obsessed with one thing

they can't see reality.

[sighing] So no,

I'm not gonna
participate in your agenda,

while mine is part
of a bigger economy.

-[slaps armrests]
-[sighs]

But do consider
shopping for some

tax-free,
high-end electronics before you go.

[scoffs]

I was in my Tiara 4300,

throttle open,
shakin' on the chop so hard,

my dick chafed. [chuckles]

And suddenly I realized

I was the menace.

I wasn't in the world,

I was hurting it.

And that was my
moment of clarity.

I didn't want to be that
guy. And I called you.

I remember.

Hmm. And you got me here.

[scoffs]

Made me the man I wanted to be.

Made me money doin'
it. And that's not nothin'.

We shared values.

We still share values.

[sighing] I don't know.

I know what's in your head,

and it's ancient history.

What I did to David showed
a lack of morality on my part,

and I have to live with it.

It's a heck of a heavy load.

Yeah. It's yours to carry.

It is.

But who do you
want in your corner?

Someone who's never put
money before humanity?

Or do you want someone
who knows the cost

of putting humanity aside,
and how it'll break you?

Without my past,

how would I have known

how to lead you
from that gas guzzling,

ear shattering,
overcompensating Tiara

to a sailboat

and to the present moment?

[scoffs, sighs]

Perfect people don't exist.

But flawed people...

who have taken a walk through
their own wounded psyche,

reforged themselves

and come out stronger?

We're the great
hope for the species.

I still think I have
to pull my money.

Fair enough. More than fair.

Get up. Let me walk you out.

Yeah.

It's your money.

You can take it right now,

and you could
walk out this door.

Leave while I'm down.

Tell yourself and everyone

you did it because
you're Matt Allen

and you don't
consort with my kind.

Because you, Matt Allen,

will not be associated
with someone

who could do
something like this.

But power is atomic.

And eventually, this moment,

this moment where one electron

is slightly out of whack,
will end,

the world will
right itself again.

I'll be on top again.

And the curious thing

is that I will have
forgotten your name.

I don't believe in enemies.
It's not that I don't have them,

it's that when you
become my enemy,

my next move,

my only move,

is to continue to rise.

While you will eddy.

Sink.

Not by my hand

but by your lack of
connection to me.

So walk out with your money.

It's yours.

But you won't be done with me.

As the song goes:

"On every wall in place

my fearsome name will be heard.

I'm the atomic punk."

I will remain so.

And you, Matt,

will simply evaporate.

[sighs]

You know what? I-- I think...

Mike, sure,

I'll stay. For now.

Give it a quarter or two,
see how this shakes out.

Good call.

I'm not doing that again.

The save or the beat down?

Because it was gorgeous.

Big Cat Ernie Ladd level.

How do you even
know who that is?

You don't watch wrestling.

I'd have said like,
Fafner clubbing Fasol

to death in Das Rheingold,
but I need you in the gutter,

not the heavens.

How do you even come up with it?

I just start talking
and magic comes out.

Same with what
I just saw you do.

That was a Michael
Thomas Aquinas Prince

who I can help.

That was the M-Tap
I've been waiting for.

I feel dirty.

This shirt feels dirty.
I want to change.

This isn't who I am.

What I built.

You did build it.

And now you have to defend it.

That's who we
have to be right now.

You got hurt, we hurt back.

You need to make Axe suffer.

How?

I figured out what
the devil cares about.

Pizza.

First he overspent
on a joint in Yonkers.

But now he's invested
in a new company

that's getting buzzy.

But the deal is way too
favorable for his partners.

And?

Axe giving favorable terms?

That means it matters to him.

So, now we take it away.

Painfully.

I see the appeal. I really do.

But this isn't the path for me.

So,
you exorcise your demons however you want.

I need to face mine.

[exhales] Okay, I gave you the
entire trip back from Delaware

and the car ride from
Penn Station to get over it.

And now I need to
know: what is the plan,

or the next move in the plan,

or the next step in
the move of the plan?

Well,
there is no plan. [slaps thigh]

Despite your enthusiasm,
there's no move.

No, Moody is right.

I made this shit soup,
and now I have to sip it.

Fine. You want
to act existential,

does not mean that I have to.

No act. No, this right here,

is what my alienist
would call Anhedonia.

The kind of paralysis
that can only come

when every move you make hurts.

Wendy's gone.

Her successor, also gone.

Meanwhile, my enemies thrive.

If we can pause with
the Freudian analysis--

Ribot came up with the concept.

Freud got all the glory.

So the least we can
do is give ol' Theodule

-his credit where it's due.
-Okay,

back from Europe to here in NYC.

What if we pull the charter
and get someone from the FDIC

or OCC to review it
for minor infractions?

They're not gonna block
this over a punctuation error.

And Axe can resubmit
a clean charter if they do.

-We could...
-Stop.

I can't. And neither should you.

We could threaten
the board of the bank

with investigations
into personal misdeeds.

Send them running.

And give Axe a
chance to form a board

even more amenable to his goals?

No.

Okay, so...

let's figure out what
Moody really wants.

I'm done.

You're done. Go home.

Stock up on canned
goods for the coming plague.

It all fucking blows.

This is about your
father. All of this.

The dulled eyes,
the defeated attitude,

the backstroking through
French psychology.

But the fight must go on, Chuck.

You have to go on.

It's what he'd expect.

So you say.

So they say. So it is said.

And so it is written.

Doesn't mean it's true.

-[crickets chirping]
-[dogs barking]

-Thank you for seeing me.
-[glasses clinks]

If you're here about the NDA,
I know I broke it.

I don't care.

This isn't like before when
I had no one on my side.

I've got people helping me now.

So whatever threat or lawsuit

or blackmail you think
you might have over me,

you can forget it.

I don't go looking for fights.

Can't say the same
for Bobby Axelrod.

He's bankrolling
your legal defense.

He's making sure
that I don't go broke

for telling the truth.

But you don't know the truth.

Not the whole thing, at least.

You only know
what happened after.

And now so does everyone else.

Do you want to
know about that night?

With David?

[swallows]

After I showed
him the plane ticket

and the cashier's check,
we went out for pancakes.

I-- I don't know why pancakes,
it's what he wanted.

Uh, maybe it was to sober up.

Or maybe it was
all he could think of.

Or maybe it was all he could eat

because of all the
drugs and the booze.

We talked about the
trip we were taking to Rio,

the girls we would meet there,

about the company
we would start next.

David wanted to replace
modems and routers

with something more secure.

It was brilliant, his idea,

but scattered,
and I really wish I could remember it.

Because I bet it would
change the world.

But I can't.

Because that whole
time eating pancakes,

the only thing I
could think of was

how I had to get
him on that plane.

[chuckles softly]

He was so happy
in that moment...

and funny.

You know how he
could get a joke going,

and keep it going way
longer than anybody else.

Well, he was going and going.

And all I had was the cold,

hollow excitement of knowing
that I was stealing from him.

I told myself that it was
because he wouldn't be able

to handle the new situation

or that he'd blow our deal.

That it'd be too much for him.

But deep down, I knew.

I still know.

I wanted it all for myself.

You shouldn't have come.

Please. I-- I understand that
I can't get your forgiveness.

Because what I did
was unforgivable.

But if there's...

anything that I can do for you,

anything at all,

that will heal this
thing between us.

Or maybe just make
us both feel better.

Because I'm tired of hurting.

Aren't you?

Yeah, I am.

But the funny thing is,

it's decades later,

and sometimes I can't
picture David's face

without looking at a photograph.

You know, it's been so long.

But the same thing
keeps happening.

People want me to tell them
how to make them feel better.

You want me to do
your work for you,

but I'm not going to.

I've worked hard
enough to get through this.

So,
if you're looking for absolution,

you're gonna have
to find it on your own.

I want a path back to goodness.

A way to be a
force for good again.

Yeah, I know you do, Michael.

[scoffs] You do?

Yeah.

But I can't be the subject of that,
or the object,

or the road map.

I mean,
I can point you in the right direction.

Stop ruining good people

because you think
you're better than them.

You're not better than anyone.

You blanked me this afternoon.

Oh, you really had me running

for those Philadelphias, though.

[chuckles]

Almost took the second game.

No, you're just being kind.

But there is another
kindness you can do me.

What do you need?

Write my father's eulogy for me.

Last time I wrote you a speech,
you basically tore it up on TV.

[chuckles]

I'll give it.

I believe I can do that much,

get through the thing. But,
uh...

no, I can't bare the writing.

These are my notes.

Such as they are,
the pertinent details.

Whoa, Chuck.

Let me just absorb
this for a minute.

No, yeah, sure,
of course, natch.

Do what you gotta.

Chew it over with
your burnt ends.

I mean,
the whole thing is ironic too,

because of this persistent
fantasy I used to have.

About?

Me, as a younger man,

standing tall at his funeral.

Strong arm around
my grieving mother,

all of New York in attendance

as I delivered a profound
and stirring eulogy.

[chuckles]

But in my fantasy, see,

my father was also
somehow alive...

-Hmm.
-...and witnessed the speech

with all the pride and approval

you can imagine.

Strange as it is,
it somehow makes sense.

Yeah. Stopped having it
when I became US attorney.

Well, reaching that height,
that achievement,

puts you beyond the
need for his approval.

Maybe.

Now, though,
I've got this persistent sense of guilt,

as if my reverie somehow...

caused his current condition.

You'll feel worse if you
don't write it yourself.

[indistinct office chatter]

So,
you spilled your pint of blood. Great.

Nothing wrong with
appeasing the old gods.

I need a list of
all the companies

whose reputation
and balance sheet

are being hurt by
their association

with my name.

All the good people
who don't deserve

to be collateral
damage to my mistakes.

So you can...

Free them. Sell them off.

It went that badly
with the mother?

She butchered me,
like one of those buffaloes

at the end of Apocalypse Now.

We can't take a
billion dollar plus loss

so you can assuage
your guilt over something

you can't go back and change.

Right now,
this company is the house built on

a Native American burial ground.

It doesn't matter how
good the house is.

We have to start from scratch.

Um, shark in the water,
shark in the water.

Meaning?

There's a selloff happening.

So I was trying to
make it sound exciting.

See? And it's all
in the same sector.

It's not a sector. It's
a person. Mike Prince.

We should be
buying this. All of it.

We'd own big swaths of
the green energy market;

-more than that.
-How much to buy it all?

More than we have on hand.

I mean,
I think more than we have.

So how do we get it?

Shit. Right.

You have to ask Axe.

Like an advance
on your allowance.

It's outside our guidance.

I mean, it sucks to have to ask.

But it will suck a
fuck of a lot less

when we own all
of Prince's stuff.

Which is exactly how I'm
going to sell this to Axe.

Buying Prince's companies
feeds into his need

to destroy Mike Prince.

Go feed the need.

Thank you. I think I will.

Hey,
I need to ask you something.

Oh, yeah. Hold on a sec.

[indistinct office chatter]

Trying to connect with Axe.

I'm on with him now.

You seeing it?

Mike Prince spiraling out,
hemorrhaging money?

It's quaint. And
also very satisfying.

Beyond satisfying,
it gives us an advantage.

He's driving down the
cost by flooding the market.

He's selling just to sell,
which means we can buy it all.

-I just need the leverage.
-That's a splashy move

and publicly
humiliating for him.

Yeah...

No. I am not helping Prince
cleanse his conscience.

We'll never get
this chance again.

I know.

Which is why I'm
thinking I'd rather that you

dump everything you
have that coincides with him.

Actually,
dump everything that you have

that shares even
the tiniest overlap

of Venn diagram with Mike
Prince and his ideology.

What?

Well, like you said,

he's driving the price down.

Now I want you to make
those companies worthless.

Unproductive. This is insane.

What? Kicking Prince
when he's down?

I'd say nothing could be saner.

-Bobby.
-This isn't profitable.

You're going to ruin industries

to prove a point
you've already proven.

Plus, the Mase Carbon
balance sheet will take a hit,

which will drive down the value
of the associated companies.

Our P and L will
look like a mine shaft.

You know Taylor's right.
I can see it in your eyes.

[sighs]

Okay.

No, you're right. He's done.

So Mase Carb can buy
up Prince's positions?

Yes. I'll give you the
leverage outside the guidance.

Thank you. I'll let you know

how much we're able to scoop up.

[door closes]

So that's how my
resident genius is doing.

How's our painter doing?

Fine.

Fine,
like I'll be seeing paintings

for the big empty walls
I have waiting for them?

What did you like about
his work when you saw it?

[inhales]

Well, the power, the strength.

Not many out there
who can make art

that feels like it's breathing.

Wait a minute.
Why are you asking?

Should I be worried?

I don't know.

He's off.

No, no,
that-- that's too strong. He's...

He's painting for other people.

He's got collectors and
commissions in his head.

And that real estate
is only for you?

You know,
he's actually got real estate there, too.

For what it's worth,

Tanner was always
supposed to be this.

Successful, sought after.

And he's lucky to have you
to keep his head in the game.

I'm glad for you.

Thank you.

But, I could, you know,
if you wanted me to,

take some pressure off, uh,

give him some room to think.

Maybe call Lisa,
give her two of mine

and then take
my other two later.

Oh, it would be fucking with
another man's cash flow but,

you know,
if that's what you think he needs.

But the most important thing
is he gets back on track, right?

Right.

So I'll make the call?

Maybe just leave it.

Sure.

I'm just trying to help.

I know.

-[elevator bell dings]
-[indistinct office chatter]

We got a problem.

We got a problem.

The pizza freighter
broke down in the Atlantic.

We're gonna miss
our delivery window.

-Shit.
-Bad luck,

you know, something like that.

We need to call the distributor,

the product guy,
and let them know

we're gonna be late.

We show up late,

we're gonna miss
our launch with goPuff.

They're gonna blow this 'za out.

We won't get that momentum back for a year,
maybe ever.

There's no such thing
as bad fucking luck,

not when money's involved.

Where exactly is this freighter?

Okay, this is a satellite
snapshot of every ship at sea,

updated every 20 minutes.

So where the fuck
are our pizzas?

Forty-four degrees, 32 minutes,
23.8 seconds North

by 25 degrees, seven minutes,
51.6 seconds West.

North Atlantic Ocean.

The ship carrying your pizzas

broke down two hours ago.

So now what? They rot at sea?

Maybe we could find
someone to fix the ship.

Why did you say
"broke down" like that?

Because something is off.

A dead ship, one without power,

will drop anchor and
put out a distress signal.

Even if the ship drifted
onto the anchor line,

it would have drifted
East along the wave path,

and your boat has moved North.

Somebody is fucking
around with your boat.

[cell phone vibrating]

Check your IB.

[mouse clicking]

Shit, Axe, really?

You're an executing trader.

You got a problem executing?

No, Axe.

But I have a problem
trading these particular names

without Taylor.

I hired you.

You quit.

I hired you back.

Let you walk back in here

despite your lack of loyalty.

Because I knew,
one day there would be

a moment of truth, a reckoning.

What I would see if
you were still the kid

that I pulled out of Aurora,
sat in front of a bank

of screens and gave
the secrets of the world.

And enough money
to move your mom

out of a trailer into a house.

This is that reckoning.

Fuck.

[sighs]

[thunder rumbles]

You proud of putting good
companies out of business?

-I'm sorry. I'm not sure--
-Is this what you wanted?

To destroy the
progress we both made?

To set impact investing back?

Every company you sold
off today will likely fold,

and that market share will
go right back to the polluters,

the child labor employers,

the people we
committed to taking down.

Are you proud?

Jesus.

You didn't know.

He did it without telling you.

Well,
I guess we all know just how much

that shingle of yours is worth.

Are you okay?

No.

What happened?

Axe.

Are you kidding me?

So what, you were just following
orders and that makes it okay?

It does not make it okay.

Explain yourself, Mafee.

Axe. That's it.

That's the explanation.

What the fuck did we
think would happen

when we walked back in here?

The fallout from
this is cataclysmic.

[Winston] You're damn right.

This completely
messes up our bonuses.

[Rian] Not what I meant.

Well, it's what I meant.

Enough. I will fix this.

Not as long as we're
still reporting to--

Not now, Rian.

I spent my whole life
building something additive.

-Not your whole life.
-Um-hmm.

Some would argue that by virtue

of just how much money you have,

you have by definition
done much wrong.

So because I'm so rich,
I'm inherently guilty?

It's what I built a good
chunk of my career on.

Probably what drove
me to that career.

But I do believe you just
said it better than I did.

Wealth is always going to exist.

Power along with it.

People are so
consumed with the idea

that money buys freedom
that they can't demand

better of the powerful...

or themselves.

As soon as they gain
some power of their own,

they forget about better
and just want to be rich.

So the powerful have to
demand it of ourselves.

That's what I was trying to do.

I can't save the world,

but I was gonna leave it
a lot better than I found it.

And now I'm sucked into
chaos by Bobby Axelrod.

I can't arrest him
because he's screwing

with your savior complex.

Would that I could.

Bobby Axelrod has to be
wiped off the face of the Earth.

You're right.

So do you want my help?

No.

-Hold on.
-You came to me--

He came to me and
said he needed my help.

Now I'm ready.

I came to you when I needed you.

And the getting was good.

But you thought
you were above me.

And, now, Axe got a bank.

Fuck, I gave him a bank.

Me and her.

And now that he's coming for you,
[scoffs]

you want me to what?
Get hit with more shrapnel

so you can campaign for a Nobel?

No. Fuck no.

Every time I move,

I make his life better
and mine worse.

I even tried my luck
with the Delaware AG

only to be rolled into
the street like a bum.

So I've come to a halt.

No,
I can't lose any more of myself to this.

You go figure it out.

I'm offering titanic resources.

Then what do you need us for?

"That cupcake makes a mess,
we got a case again."

Well,

it worked for Bobby D,
I figured it was worth a shot.

[chuckles]

Okay, we can remake
the order in Italy and reship.

But that's two extra weeks.

And then we lose the
supermarket chains.

Prince Company's got their
mitts on the shipping line anyway.

[sighs]

All right, look, I'm gonna tell
Axe to forget the whole deal.

Give my cousin back his company.

Anthony keeps banging
out top-quality pies.

At least he has two shops.

That's more than
what he was planning.

No, you're not.

Axe believes your
cousin should be big-time.

I have been charged with
delivering your pizza empire,

so to speak,
and deliver it I fucking will,

on time.

How?

Now tell me. Why Italy?

The ovens.

Il Duce.

We have a move we can make.

A warehouse filled with ovens
and a small army of workers.

It's gonna cost close
to 10 million to do it.

Keep it on schedule.

And keep it quiet.

It's money you won't
recoup for a long time.

Ten million to not let
Mike Prince win a round?

Consider the money spent.

Go get those fuckin' ovens.

We have hundreds
of LLCs in Delaware.

And lots of
associates with more.

I've been considering
Wyoming instead.

I've got a 3,000-acre
spread there

and it's the original
home of the LLC.

The American Bar Association
just released a white paper

on the Delaware pitfalls.

Seems like a good time to
take a billion out of the state.

Is it only a billion?

-A few.
-Hmm.

Well, that would be unfortunate.

Taking out a cowboy-sized
chunk of the LLCs

in Delaware is "unfortunate"?

I'd imagined the
unemployment filings

of registered agents
alone would put a nice dent

in anyone's reelection hopes.

Or...

Or?

You can do me a favor,

and I'll stay in Delaware

and protect the LLC
farms from litigation.

Especially from a very
eager New York State AG.

You told me to figure
it out. That's what I did.

And?

Moody was persuaded
to get the court to name

a special trustee to Axe's bank.

An Irving Picard-like
son of a gun.

The guy who got
back the Madoff money.

[Prince] One penny at a time.

Clawing every cent
from the estate sale,

finding every mattress
they hid it under.

Unrelenting.

Well, Axe will hate that.

[Prince] Someone who'll
ride herd over the institution

from the inside.

Clock its every move.

Report it all back.

Block what he can.

Okay, we're in.

You knew.

When you told me to blow,

you knew I'd come
back with something.

I've seen Cop Land.

Did I?

I thought I meant
it at the time.

But we're here now.

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll need someone
who's served on a bank board.

Someone who's known for
being tough on the institutions

they're a board member of,
not a yes man.

Someone who won't
care if they get booted

a few months in due to politics.

Someone who will
go down swinging.

Oh, I have just the guy.

[machine beeps softly]

Dad?

[snores]

Hey.

It's the son who can't
seem to come through.

Well, it is true.

I can't get you a
kidney by any moral

or legal means.

But, [sighs]

what if I could give
you a reason to live?

Huh.

You mean other than
my wife and child?

Positive reinforcement

never has been
your raison d'être.

No,
you love power via destruction,

a motivation you have
handed down to me

and could bestow
on your daughter

if you live long enough.

Oh,
she's meant for something better.

Oh, I have no doubt.

But the chance
to be in the game,

to fuck with
someone else's power

and take it for yourself,

you can't deny that
would feel good.

Especially if that power was
coming from Bobby Axelrod.

I would enjoy seeing him squirm.

Better yet,
you would be the reason

for said squirming.

He just got himself a bank.

And the bank requires a trustee.

Someone with the power
to torture his every decision,

to turn the thing
he wants so badly

into a cilice

that he can't take off.

Someone with
experience in banking,

committed to making
Axelrod so uncomfortable

he rips at his own skin.

That's a job for a fighter.

Man with something
left in the tank.

I could yank his puppet strings.

Oh, yes, you could.

[horns honking]

Scooter.

I just happened to be in
your neighborhood grocer.

That's hard to believe.

Nothing is hard to believe

if you have the will
to make it happen.

Wait, that's not one of--

Yes. It certainly is.

I'm wondering if we can
file the insurance claim

on the spoiled merchandise
directly with Prince.

You know, since you tools

bought into that
shipping company.

Oh, you should try one of these.

Fucking delicious.

Freezer case is full of 'em.

Your LLC office in Delaware
is a literal post office box.

Our bank is real, though.

I imagine you want it to be.

[inhales] What's the problem

that brought you
all this way north?

Some things have changed.

In my honest
assessment of your past,

I've come to believe
that you require oversight.

A trustee to look after
consumer finance protection.

Someone you'll need
to run every move by.

Every move?

Pretty much.

And if we refuse?

I cancel your
certificate of formation.

Do we get to see a shortlist?

[clicks tongue, inhales]

[scoffs]

That is a short fucking list.

Charles Rhoades Senior has
been selected and approved.

We'll appeal this
decision. I'll sue you.

Oh, I imagine you will.

[inhales] Well,
I guess I will see you across

a courtroom to hash this out...

in 18 months to two years,

when the case finally
comes up for trial.

In the meantime,

please see that
Mr. Rhoades is welcome.

Gentlemen.

[door opens, closes]

I need Wendy's research,

what she was working
on in the employee records

when Spyros ratted her out.

You reorienting where you work?

Reorienting.

That's a word for it.

Another word for it is
shutting it the fuck down.

Try using a word or two
that'll make sense to me.

Axe. Used his black magic to
get my commission squashed.

One thing I can't stand
is getting fucked with.

Is it all bad though?

Give you back your freedom.

You can just paint
like you used to.

Yeah,
I had that for a long time.

This was something new.

I kind of liked it.

You think you did.

But I saw the look in your eye
when you were painting that

and it lit me up.

Because that was
you in it for yourself.

Did you know Axe
was gonna do this?

Oh, wait a minute.

Was-- Was this
your fuckin' idea?

No.

Not my suggestion.

But we did have a
conversation about it

and he thought
it'd be... helpful.

Wow. Shit.

You trying to help me,

or are you trying to
help me stay broke?

You have a personal
relationship with every painting.

A fucking love affair.

Or you do with the good ones.

Oh, good ones.

And you know the difference?

I know the difference in you.

I saw the way you
were looking at me

when I was makin' that painting.

It was like a fucking show pony.

Like an artist.

Yeah. [scoffs]

Your idea of an artist.

Someone that you can control

because he has no
resources of his own.

That's the last
thing I want to do.

Good. Because after
emptying my pockets,

Axe has no more control over me.

Because this is the last
painting that I owe him.

Well then I helped you get free,
didn't I?

Nah. No, you didn't.

You helped me realize
that I was never free.

I'm a grown man. I
decide what I need.

I decide when I need it.

-If you say so.
-Yeah, I do.

I also need a girl who says,

"Of course you do," when I say,

"I don't know if I'm done."

Not some fuckin' seminar.

Yeah.

Your problem is you need a girl.

[canvas rips]

[Tanner grunts]

In case you're still not sure
when something's finished,

this fuckin' is.

In the summer
that I was baptized

My father held me to his side

As they put me to the water

He said how on that day I cried

We were prisoners of love

A love in chains

He was standin' in the door

I was standin' in the rain

With the same hot blood

Burning in our veins

Adam raised a Cain

Adam raised a Cain...

The security guys say he
left an hour after Wendy did.

They heard shouting and banging

and when they checked it out,
this is what they found.

You get the place
cleaned up so I can sell it.

We gonna list it as the former
art studio of Nico Tanner?

[scoffs] I don't give a shit.

Have that packed,
brought to the office and hung.

As what? A cautionary tale?

That's a real Tanner original.

Filled with raw emotion.

They fit you with position

And the keys to
your daddy's Cadillac

In the darkness of your room

Your mother calls
you by your true name

You remember the faces

The places, the names

You know it's never over

It's relentless as the rain

Adam raised a Cain

Adam raised a Cain

Adam raised a Cain

Adam raised a Cain

Hi.

Hello.

This is, um,
a laptops closed sort of thing.

Okay.

We keep doing this.

I think this might
be the last time

if that makes you
feel any better.

I get the sense that it won't.

I spent all night doing the math

on the amount of money we lost.

It was wildly stupid.

Worse,
we damaged entire sectors,

companies that were going to

spin off into
petrochemical disruptors,

that were going to create
new battery technology.

I told you there'd
be sacrifices.

Yeah,
but I'm not sure I can keep doing that.

Rian, give me some time.

I know how to fix this.

How?

I can't say right
now. Just trust me.

If I see myself in you then
you see yourself in me, right?

And you know you
would be able to solve this.

Yeah, I guess I follow that.

So trust me.

Okay.

For now.

Okay.

[knocks]

Hmm.

We have successfully
gotten my father named

the new trustee of Axe's bank.

He will have oversight,

full control to hold up
anything and everything

they want to do with the bank.

Access to every transaction.

A man on the inside.

Right.

We got what we wanted.

Except we didn't.

[cell phone vibrating]

Roxanne?

Okay, okay, slow down.

That's great.

You get there as soon as
you can get back to the city.

I'm on my way.

Dad.

I just talked to Roxanne.

She says to give
you a kiss for luck.

Ooh,
give him a wet one. [chuckles]

Nothing to worry about
though. Simple procedure.

I'd do it myself if I hadn't
lost my privileges here.

Yeah, see? I told you.

Now you get to live and
be my man on the inside.

[Senior] Uh-huh. That's true,
Sonny.

But it may not work
out the way you think.

What do you mean, Dad?

Nice fucking job
getting him up the list.

One month from now,
these hospitals,

they're gonna be overrun
with that damn Chinese bug.

How'd you do it?

Me?

I was about to
ask how you did it.

Dad? Dad.

He's been sedated.

[orderly] Excuse me.

Wait a minute. You're the donor?

-But you're Axe's--
-Yes, I am.

His museum curator.

Heard from a friend
your pop was in need.

I signed right up.

Looking to do all my good deeds

for a year right here.

Sure you are.

[Chuck] Axe stymied us
smooth as Bobby Jones,

and Senior's not
our man anymore.

Axe delivered my father
something that at this moment

transcends even
my familial bond.

He gave him life.

And so he became
the son I couldn't be.

[scoffs]

My father is owned by him now.

Axe claims he's not
an emotional player,

but he's all emotion.

I saw how much he was willing
to pour into a pizza business,

and that was just for
sentimental reasons.

He dumped his positions
in impact companies

just to hurt me,

even though he cost himself
maybe more than he cost me.

When he wants something,

he's blind to everything else.

And right now Axe wants
to gloat over my failures.

And probably make
me fail some more.

We need to use that against him.

He has a new toy. A bank.

And now, thanks to us,
no speed limit on it,

nothing to stop him
from making mistakes.

Fatal ones.

The kind that put
a man in prison.

I'm the bait,

and the bank is the trap.

[knock at door]

How are we taking
down Bobby Axelrod?

I am a victim of the science age

A child of the storm

Whoa yes

I can't remember
when I was your age

For me

Time's no more

No more

Nobody rules these
streets at night but me

The atomic punk!

Whoa yeah

Wow!

I am the ruler of
these netherworlds

The underground

Whoa yes

On every wall and place
my fearsome name is heard

Just look around

Whoa yes

Nobody rules these
streets at night but me

The atomic punk!

Whoa yeah

Wow!