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Previously on Billions.

You're still interested in
a bank charter, right?

You know I am.

He has a new toy, a bank.

And nothing to stop him
from making mistakes.

I'm the bait.

And the bank is the trap.

How are we taking down
Bobby Axelrod?

Axe used his black magic
to get my commission squashed.

Why'd you do it? Why'd you
fuck him up like that?

I've come to believe that
you require oversight.

Charles Rhodes Senior
has been selected.

You're the donor?

My father is owned
by him now.

We need some
fucking deposits.

There is cannabis money.

Send me everything
you have on it.

Do you want to be done?
Then let's be done.

Pay me off in
the next 48 hours.

I need you to buy out
my shares of Mase Carbon today.

Welcome to my home.
A Jeffersonian dinner.

-We did it.
-That argument was a nice touch.

My two enemies have linked up.

Find out which
cannabis companies

Mike Prince is pursuing.

Whatever he's going after,
I wanna take it.

I was trying to ruin
Tanner in your eyes.

Because I couldn't stand you
being with him or anyone.

I feel the same things
when I look at you.

♪ Childhood living... ♪

Go fuck yourself!

Huh?

That's what he said.

-Who?
-Rhodes Senior,

the leathery old bastard.

Is Axe about or is
he still down with the 'Vid?

He's not here.

Raise him.

There's an issue.

You're aware the
bank's registered

as a Delaware corp,

so the state AG has say,

and they've still got us
in a probationary headlock.

Prevents us from
taking on a large

concentrated depositor
such as...

-The cannabis business.
-Right.

Well, we need that fucking
money. Bank's dead without it.

A thought occurs.

Isn't this what
bankruptcy is for?

Stick the bad shit on the bank's
balance sheet and declare.

Go back to Axe Cap,
free and easy, the way it was.

Nah, we burned the boats.

New structure is
asset management

runs through the bank.

It fails, we got
a failed investment arm.

Investors gone. Fuck!

Which is why we so deliberately
chose our special trustee

for just such a moment as this,

to recommend us in his report,

only to be told--

"Go fuck yourself."

Uh, excuse the mouth, ma'am.

Not at all, Hard Bob.

The old man figured out
he had the leverage

and he figured he'd use it.

Why don't I go and talk to him?

See if I can remind him
of what the right thing is

and to fucking do it.

You look good.

I should.

Got the old ashes
hauled this morning.

Oh, okay.

Got laid is what I mean.

Yeah, copy on that.

Test flight.

Went fine,
if not quite as vigorous

a session as I might like,

but building to it,
building to it.

Tonight, Roxanne is gonna--

That's far too much info

for a former daughter-in-law.

-We're also coworkers.
-Even worse.

And this renewed vitality
is all thanks to Axe,

as I imagine you are
here to remind me.

Who'd think you need reminding?

I know you're grateful.

I'm here to talk specifics
about your mission.

You guys need me to testify
to the Delaware State AG

on Axe's behalf
about his character

and the robust ethics
on display at the bank

and all that.

Correct.

The problem is...

I would be lying.

Lying is no more
a problem for you

than shooting free throws
was for Steve Nash.

You're excellent at it.

It's what sets you apart
from everyone else.

What if I simply don't
feel like it?

Just walk away from the game,
much as Mr. Nash did.

Your feelings have nothing to do
with repaying your debt.

I'm why the damn bank exists.

So I'd say I've already
repaid my life debt to Axe

with far more than a thank-you.

Bullshit. We both know
you'll be carrying

that obligation around as long
as that kidney's filtering.

I got a new lease on life.

I don't want to
spend it in prison.

You also don't want to
spend it on the sidelines.

That's why you hightailed it
over to Chuck's

at Bobby's behest.

We both know
you have zero problem

being on his team.

You just see an angle.

Like the Schmatta kid himself.

So I have to play it.

What do you want?

I want...

to be 20 years younger.

I'll take money and power.

I want a nugget of
his cannabis concession.

He's never giving you ownership,
you know that.

Can we just skip
the middle stages

of this negotiation, please?

Meaningful profit share.

But I'll-I'll be
honest with you.

I feel less good
about all this now.

And that's not posturing.

It's one thing to go
against your own son.

But when it's with his ex,

and mortal enemy--

Well, knowing you as I do,

I imagine when I get you
your profit share,

this goes away.

Yeah.

Knowing me as you do,

I'd think so too.

Welcome to New York.

Trip okay?

Other than having
to lie to our friends

about how we got here.

I don't anymore.

The thing is when
we were in high school,

I was embarrassed
to fly private too.

Instead of lying
about flying private

just bring your
friends with you.

Stop and pick
them up on the way.

I'd prefer to do
the other thing,

fly JetBlue.

You think you do.

Enough of our crap, Dad.

How you hanging in
after that massacre on TV?

Believe me, I'm fine.
Business is sharp elbows.

I'm used to it.

We're sure that's not really
the way that happened.

I talk about me
and my issues

with the folks here
all day long.

Let's talk about the two of you.

Can't beat you at your game,
so, sure.

This summer, you guys should do
a whole thing with your people.

Start off at our place
at Ile de Ré for a few weeks,

trek through Europe.

Guess we'll skip
Copenhagen, huh?

Yeah, yeah, cross it off.

We want to work.
We're ready.

Overrated.

You'll get there.

We've been feeling like it's
time to roll up the sleeves.

Yeah. All my people,

the ones you'd
have me bring over there

like we're on Bling Empire

are gonna have sick
internships and gigs.

And then they'll
all have jobs locked in

if they aren't
doing grad school.

Everyone from B school
has stuff locked in too.

I don't regret much.

But I regret not getting
to just live a little

when I was young.

I couldn't afford to. I--

I had to start. You don't.

We're gonna fall behind.

-Who're you gonna fall behind?
-Our whole cohort,

like moving in step with them,
ahead of them.

It's not a race like that.

He still doesn't understand
what we've been robbed of.

-Robbed?

Yeah, of failing,
of advancing on our own

because we have to.

You got to do
a thing by yourself.

We'll always be...

Mike Prince's daughters.

Yes. Someone will
always say that garbage.

You gotta tune it out.

Hard to do when it's
your own voice saying it.

-It's not even about

if having money
makes things easier.

It's just putting something
on the line for real.

And you were robbed of that?

Yeah, we were. There's such
a safe landing for us,

no matter what.

We might as well try.

But also whatever jobs we get,

people will think it's
because of you anyway.

That's true. At first.

But hey,

if you want
a chance to fail...

-We don't plan to fail.
-Fine.

If you want
a chance to succeed,

help me with Hypercube.

-Your digital banking startup?
-That's right.

We need to onboard
a major depositor client.

Wait. Really? Weed?

Lawful weed.

Business and financial services
for the legal cannabis industry.

The woman who runs this company,
getting her to jump on board

will take insight, enthusiasm,

an understanding of
the space, intelligence.

In a word, youth.

Yours.

You want to take a meeting?
Win her over?

Scooter will supervise at first,

but you could be
the client-facing piece

in this space.

-In.
-Oh yeah, fully.

And if it works out,
can we stay involved?

Try to close first.

You don't have to worry
about the rest now.

Study up.

Okay, wow, this
is very interesting.

Yeah, worth a shot.

Dad, this is legit.

That looks exquisite on you.

Looks like Zales
in a push-up bra.

I want the 600-karat
black opal,

the uncut gem shit.
What do you got?

I may have something
in my other case.

Are we looking
for an engagement?

Does Superman take
to the air because he needs

to be in Chicago
for a convention?

He flies because he can.

This is that.

Are you sure you're ready?

"I'm ready for anything"
is basically

my first, middle
and last name.

Even meeting my father?
Most guys don't want to.

Right. The dad dinner.

Sure.

I'll look him in the eye,
give him a firm handshake,

and assure him my intentions
are honourable.

He'll see right
through that act.

He's a lawyer,
so he's spent his life

slicing through
bullshit artists.

Hmm.

He can look
at people and know

what's really inside of them.

He's self-made. Tough.

Chuck Norris tough
or Guido the killer pimp?

See, he'll get that reference,
probably, and know if it's good.

So I earn his respect
by going toe to toe.

Like a fighter.

No, kiss his ass.

-But do it well.
-Ah.

Trombone blown,
Tom Byron-style.

You got it.

Another reference I don't--

The important
thing is he will.

Pigeon blood ruby.

That's a hell of a stone.

Keep it on ice.

I'll call you back for it.

After I succeed
with Big Daddy.

There's the precedent.

That's one way to go.

It's your call.

Yeah.

Wow. This is why
we got into it, no?

To argue before
those nine robes?

Even I can't be blasé about
my first Supreme Court brief.

-Hmm.
-Though it's tempered

by the fact that we're not
really trying a case

that might change the world
but merely baiting a hook.

The thing about arguments
before SCOTUS is

they are never about what
they're purported to be about.

Hmm.

Neither are the opinions
or dissents,

but everyone
just presses forward.

As you are doing,
Ms. Sacker, impressively.

Oh, I'm gonna sell it
because I believe it.

And it will be in the record.

Solicitor General DeGiulio
shall be duly impressed.

And soon enough it really
will be you at the lectern.

Are those them?

These.. are the
Glengarry leads.

But do not try to steal them.

They will be handed out
to closers, which,

unlike Dave Moss
and Charlie Levine,

you will be because Axe is.

Those are the Auerbachs,
aren't they?

Axe used to talk about bringing
them out for a huge win.

They are indeed.

-What's a--?
-Red Auerbach, Tuk.

Old-time Boston Celtics
head coach and then GM and...

You can't work here
and not know this stuff.

I've told you before.

Ask me anything about wrestling.

The NWA, AWA, WWWF.

The Territories? I've got it.

Even know who the
Third Executioner was.

I'm just not up on
old-time basketball yet.

Well, these cigars
were very fucking significant.

They were and are.
Red Auerbach's Punch cigars.

After bringing nine titles
to the city of Boston,

he could smoke wherever
he damn pleased.

But his favourite place was on
the bench on the parquet

of the old Boston Garden
when victory was assured.

Give me one of those,
I'll light it up right here,

deal with the smoke
alarms and fines later.

We'll smoke them when Red did:

The moment victory is in hand,
when our bank is solvent,

not when the game
is still in doubt.

We really didn't have
to do it like this.

I would have wired it.

Sometimes auspicious
beginnings and auspicious

endings need to be
done in person.

You wanted me to have
to hand you 25 million.

Like this.

I guess I just wanted
to see what it would be like

to hold this much at once.

Perhaps see if anything
rushed through me.

But, uh...

No,

just sadness.

And a cold certainty that

none of this
ever had to happen.

There we agree.

So you still get a rush
from the money alone?

Don't ask me those ki--

I'm gonna head out.

And like that,
lines are drawn.

No, tattooed, permanently.

Some of your money to me.

The rest of you to him.

Congratulations, then,
are in order, to you.

For orchestrating it all.

Since the moment
you set your sights

on Axe five years ago,

you have orchestrated
a perfect plan

to impel us together,
which makes no sense.

Unless someone knows you,

which I have.

Goodbye.

I'm hearing rumblings...

that Solicitor General DeGiulio

is awaiting a brief
from the NY AG.

Once he has it,
he officially asks

the Supreme Court
to grant cert

in a financial services
case which

would clear the way
for processing cannabis money.

I don't see SCOTUS saying no.

Looks like your read
on Chuck's plan was center mass.

Track this brief.
Use Hall.

Make sure it says what
we need it to say.

I know you're anxious.

But if you act and bank this
money before cert is granted,

and we can argue
a coming change,

you'll be whacked
with civil charges.

You could get
your charter stripped.

Which is why we have
to act when it goes in,

but right at that moment.

Prince has made
the same determination.

We gotta vault over him.

Axe, seems we have news.

Tell me more about this
company Prince is targeting.

Called FYC,
Fine Young Cannabis.

CEO is Dawn Winslow,

former music producer.

She got outta that
to pursue her true love.

Now her company is
a market leader,

one point six bil in revenue
last year alone.

Axe, I gotta say,

being too early is as bad
as being too late.

In this case worse.

If you onboard
this cash too quick,

you'll get slapped
with civil penalties.

Thanks, Hard Bob. I already
got that from my actual lawyer.

And what do we got to land FYC?

No, she's not gonna sign
on for free checking.

I hate to say it,
but you need to outbid him.

Banks are basically paying
zero interest right now.

We go the other way--

I don't like overpaying.
Ever.

But as a new bank,

setting up a new desperate
precedent like this

is suicide.

I know how Prince
plans to lock up FYC:

-with his daughters.
-Cagey move.

Good for branding
and the CEO Winslow

gets to look like
she's mentoring the next gen.

-Total bullshit, but cagey.
- What's our counter?

What do we know
about Winslow's leaks?

Not fucking much.
She's refusing to speak

with anyone from Axe Bank.

-Including...?
-Including Axe.

Lady says she's entering
into an exclusive

negotiating period
with Prince.

Lady says that means something.

It means you all do better.

We can't stop Prince from
having his meeting with her,

or from agreeing to
a deal in principle, even.

We gotta wedge in there in the
moments right before closing.

But Chieftain, if she
won't even meet with you...

She doesn't have
a deal to shop yet.

By the time she does,
we need to top her.

But believe me,
before she locks it in,

she's gonna have one
last look at what's out there.

It's human nature.

And I'll be what
she's starin' at.

You don't look like
the man I know you to be.

And what man
do you think that is?

One on the verge of
beating Bobby Axelrod

and thumping his chest
in triumph.

What, did the meeting
with Winslow fall through?

Meeting's lined up,
but I'm not.

I'm not sure
I can let it happen.

I've been thinking
we've done enough,

and Axe can cruise on
in there and take it.

No, no, no.

We need the rabbit
zipping around the rail,

so the greyhound
chases it headlong.

-You're the rabbit.
-Mm-hm.

Without you, maybe he
stops and thinks about it

instead of lunging.

You don't know if you can walk
your daughters through the door.

Deploy them like that.
That's what this is.

Look, I get it.

I'm living it with my old man.

It's a little different.
He's hardly an innocent.

True. But...

you can't really
say you're playing

unless you're willing to put
your highest-value pieces

on the board.

They're not pieces.
They're my children.

My first charge
in this world

is to protect them,

not set them off
like flashbang grenades.

You are protecting them.

Better, you're arming them
to protect themselves.

Yes, a consequence
of this action might be

that they become wary,
less open.

That may be of some
benefit in business.

But I'm not doing this
as a teaching tool.

I'm doing it for my own aims
and that is too bitter a lesson.

You can't safeguard
your kids from pain.

But you can protect
them from evil.

And we both know

that's what Axe is.

And that's what a world is
that bows before him.

They're how he knows
you're serious.

And that it hurts you
to use them...

that's why you're
the man you are.

Don't do it.

Godammit! Diego is fired.

He only tipped me off
because I told him

I was worried about you
taking the car out

while still recovering.

He cares about
your well-being, as do I.

Touching, but I'm fit
as Charles Atlas in '53.

Well, then do
to Axe and company

what Mr. Atlas would
do a ThighMaster.

Squeeze him.

Atlas, good as he was, is dead,

and so is any chance of me
doing what you want.

Besides, his gag
was isometrics,

and it was that
pretty blonde gal,

Suzanne Somers, who made
with the ThighMaster.

No matter.
I'm here to warn you.

Don't be their rubber stamp.

Take your duties
more seriously than that.

I know my duty. Always have.

That's why you had food
in your belly

and a roof over your head

and monogrammed boxer shorts
in your closet.

I will advise with discretion

-and discernment.

Now whether it's what
you want or not

isn't my problem.

You're so desperate
to stay relevant,

to stay in the game.

You can't see that the game
has passed you by--

Willie Mays in center
field for the Mets,

misunderstanding the dewy eyes
in the crowd for love.

Oh, sonny boy.

You just never understood me
or the Say Hey Kid.

You play until your feet break.

And they carry you off
the field in a box.

And if that's not
convenient for you,

like Billy Joe Royal sang,

"I never promised you
a rose garden."

Sir.

Sorry, I'll be right back.

Next generation's bright.

The girls are tearin' it up.

They prepped their pitch
like Russian gymnasts.

And Winslow?

She's melting like a pad
of butter on a short stack.

I'll go get into final terms

for onboarding
her company's cash.

Good.

And if the account is seized,
then the bank is liable...

...for not knowing
which money came from where.

He'll do it.

How do you know?

I told him not to.

Then I'm sorry.

And... well done.

Okay.

Doing this in person,
nice and official.

So do you want to report
what Delaware banking laws

Axe Bank has violated?

Or should I just read
from the list

and you nod and sign?

Nothing to report.

So he hasn't violated any laws?

None that I'm aware of.

No regulations on
probationary terms?

Has he painted
outside the lines?

On the contrary,
noses are clean.

I gotta say I'm...

I'm a little confused.

I'm the pin boy here.

They're all set up for
you to knock them down,

at which point
your son moves in,

we sweep them up together
as we prosecute jointly.

I can't report what hasn't
happened regardless

of my son's plans.

I can only discharge
my duty as I see fit.

You understand that if
this goes to prosecution,

you are wrapping yourself
right up in it?

Gotcha.

And my formal
recommendation is,

lift the probationary terms.

I'm not gonna pretend
that I'm not confused,

but I've done my part.

I look forward to being
clear of your fucked-up family.

Okay.

Axe Bank has passed
its probation.

This bottle of d'Yquem
Axe wanted you to enjoy

is from the year you were born.

These grapes have made
the same journey you have.

Turned out almost as rich.

I love that trick.

Lets the person on
the receiving end

know you put thought
into it, and work.

Hard to find those bottles.

My compliments to Axe.

Plus, it tastes like honey.

What does he need?

Your networks to air ads

by a certain legal
cannabis company.

Never been a tea smoker.

Never loved the
culture surrounding it either.

And I don't see myself
as being the first

to break this
particular barrier.

You know, there are
no commercials for pot.

I can't really picture myself
on the cover of High Times.

What about
Fortune? Forbes?

You'd be on all of them,
like Springsteen in 75.

That was Time
and Newsweek

and the pressure
nearly crushed him.

No, no. It made him.

Took him to the next level.

I'd be a pariah
amongst other networks

and likely the FCC.

For about five minutes.

Then they'd be looking
to catch up.

Pretty picture.

Thing is I've already got
my board seat on the bank.

I've already got enough
of everything I need.

Why should I put myself for it?

For your daughter.

We heard whispers
she's running for Congress

and that she's refusing
to take your money,

wants to look self-made.

I admire my daughter
and her convictions.

Yes. But you also
want her to win.

So... Axe will see to it
that enough money

is funneled to her campaign
looking like grassroots,

Internet, small-donor
Squad catnip,

but enough in total to bury

any and all of her opponents.

Long as she doesn't know,
she'll appreciate that.

And I will too.

Good.

Miss Winslow, this,
aside from being

the most expensive
album ever sold,

is pretty fuckin' cool.

A gift to you
from Bobby Axelrod.

Wu Tang's Once Upon a Time
in Shaolin?

A single copy pressed.

Heard of this
but never heard it.

Martin Shkreli paid $2 million
for this a few years back.

How the hell did you get it?

Don't ask me how he got it.

Ask him.

Don't ask me either.

I thought you would appreciate
it and learn from him.

Never get too big and too loud?

Maybe. But his mistake was being
in the wrong drug business.

One that divided people instead
of bringing them together.

Don't do that.
And don't gouge your customers

and you can do
this thing forever.

Never do, never would.

And I am in
the right drug business.

Brings people together
the way "Wild Cherry"

did folks on a dance floor
upon a time.

Is that insecticide keeping
the red spider mites away?

Febreze. So it doesn't smell
like a Wesleyan dorm room

when I finally get it
into the system.

Smart.

I thank you for the present.

It is a true fucking rarity.

But like I told your people,

I'm already committed
to another negotiation.

Not so committed that
you didn't want to see

if you were missing out
on something better.

And you were right,
because you are.

Look, I'm sure he's
offering you a square deal.

And he's filling a need.

You gotta be able
to process and store

your take someplace safe.

But I can do that and more.

I'm offering to
take care of a need

that no one else will touch.

I'm offering legitimacy.

I have a desirable product,
a legal product.

Some states recently marked it
as an essential product.

You're preaching to
a man already walked

the road to Damascus.

But I can get you on TV,

mainstream media buys.

You can get that done?

Networks and weblets avoid us
like we're selling strychnine.

Not anymore.

Widespread ads targeted at
your most coveted customers.

Make your warehouse look
way too small for your cash.

I hate to walk away
from my other suitor

-this late in the game.
-Yeah, I'm sure.

But you'll note
I didn't send someone

who needs to learn
business from you.

I sent my Tom Hagen
because I'm in quarantine.

That just shows you
how important this is to me.

Look, you've built something
very special here.

Busted your ass
to keep expanding it

during some very tough times.

Oh, that's for sure.

Don't you owe it to yourself
to go with the best deal?

I really do.

Ah... the Solicitor General,
as of a moment ago,

is in receipt of your brief.

Excuse me.
I have to go.

-Ms. Sacker?
-It's nothing.

Is that right?

Why don't you fill me in
on the exact brand of nothing?

Franklin Sacker announces
he's relaxing policies

with regard to
advertising cannabinoids.

Singled out one company
in particular

with some sugar-sweet words.

Let me guess.

Fine Young Cannabis.

I guess my father
is not the only one

Axe has roped in.

Look, I know that
your instinct will be

to confront your dad,
to warn him--

I already warned him.

With the Opportunity Zone.

He ignored me.
He should know better.

Yes, he should.

But perhaps he's been
blinded by an Axelrod

opportunity supernova.

Only way to back him off is to
let him know the law is coming.

Uh... the thing about that is,

if your dad backs
out because he's rattled,

Axe will rattle too.

So...

you gotta let him dangle.

-Chuck--
-Whole operation gets blown

if one piece
gets out of order.

Shit!

-Hm.

Uh, do you really have
to do it that way?

What if I just bite
the end off?

It'll be wet and uneven.

That's just something
you saw in a movie.

It is something
I saw in a movie.

And when the Wolverine did it--

We've been over this.
You're not Wolverine.

I can be.

With the right diet
and workout program.

Yeah, and if I gargle enough,
I can be Celine Dion.

You going with a V-cutter?
You'll wind up too deep.

Something you've never
heard before, Dollar Bill.

I'm a punch cut man.

Clean draw,
prevents tar accumulation.

Too precious,

too much chance of crumbling.

I go guillotine all the way.

One perfect, decisive chop.

It's not fucking time!

That's what Wags said at first,

but then he passed
them out to us.

Because we won a round.

Back in your pockets.

You can hold on to 'em now

but don't smoke 'em
till Axe gives the word.

I... like that
you're giving them

something to look forward to
at the finish line.

The cigars.

Now, what are you
giving yourself?

You ever been to Fiji?

No. But I know you have.

Yeah. Last year,

with Dean and Gordy.
Came back early.

Well, you said it was because
the kids didn't like it.

I didn't totally buy that.

Yeah. Didn't think you did.

And now, you know
what I'm thinking about?

The ocean there's the exact
same temperature as the air.

And so when you walk
into the water,

you don't even feel it.

Fiji sounds...

Yeah.

As soon as I get
a clean of bill health.

But first, victory smokes.

Yeah.

Thanks for making
the trek to the sticks.

Oh, it's not far from
where I grew up.

My elementary school
is right around the corner.

Oh, you gonna make
that stop next?

I'm gonna wait to go with
Leslie Stahl and the camera crew

before the next election.

Maybe I'll squirt
some tears

when I look at the jungle gym
I broke a tooth on.

-Hmm. I'll be sure to watch.
-Hm.

Came across something
that might interest you though.

Criminal behavior in Manhattan.

Is Rhoades hiding in a closet?

-Are you distracting me

while someone plants something
in the exhaust of my car?

Truth?

Chuck has no idea
I'm even doing this.

Your father.

Jesus.

Why?

I'll answer the "what"--
price fixing.

The evidence is in front of you.

The only why I'll answer is,

I don't want my
fingerprints on this.

As to why I need this done?

Family shit.

I thank God every day
I grew up medium-poor.

The ones with
the Tiffany rattles

could never stop
warring with their own.

Hmm. You know nothing
about how I grew up.

Yeah, we had some money.

But I had to prove that
I deserved my spot in the world

every single day,

much as you did
in a different way.

You don't go into
the justice business

because it's a fair world,

you do it because
you want to make it one.

Yes.

Are you ready
to make your move?

I already answered
your question.

And your people?
I don't know them.

-Can we trust them?
-Can we trust anybody?

Very few. And only
one way to find out.

My appointment's here.

Say hi from me.

My new office is only
a few blocks away,

but I guess you didn't
want to be seen there.

Congrats on the new job.

The second life
after Spartan-Ives.

You always seem
to play it tight.

Like that about you.

I might have been better off
if I kept it locked down

in the first place or...

never came back.

But the thing is,

how many ports can
you dock your yacht in

before you get
a little bit bored?

Sixty.

It's pretty close.

Feels like you have
a pitch for me.

But if you want to sell me, you
gotta loose your lips a little.

Major player, very liquid
in the cannabis space.

You open to that?

Open?

I'm hippy flippin' right now.

.25 G psilocybin
with 1.5 mg MDMA booster.

So I'm most assuredly open.

In fact, if this is
behind Axe's back,

something I'd be
taking from him...

wide motherfucking open.

I thought we had
an understanding.

I gave you an actual order,

yet your father
was just arrested.

Don't pretend this
is news to you.

I told you I wouldn't
alert him. I didn't.

You took him off the field.

A minor charge,
some embarrassment,

no jail time, to protect him
from getting nailed

as a board member in on the fix.

Don't think that falls
under our agreement.

The one founded
in transparency?

It took a little while for
that to stick on your side,

so I guess I'm still
catching up,

but that shouldn't affect
your main concern,

Axlerod.

Think of how this looks to him,
like it was your move.

Like you dinged my dad so
Prince would stay in the lead.

If this were truly a competition
over the cannabis money

that's exactly the
kind of throat-cutting

you would engage in.

I helped sell it.

You may be right.

But don't act like
that's why you did it.

We don't all enjoy sending
our fathers to the wolves.

We don't.

But we do it,

because we not only accomplish
whatever we were after,

we get the thing they wouldn't
give us any other way...

respect.

Oh, and by the way,

Judge DeGiulio texted me
about your brief.

Quote, "Fucking seaworthy,"
unquote. High praise.

Congratulations.

Have you still not been able
to reach Franklin Sacker?

Radio silence.
His office can't even find him.

But you do have
a message from Bach.

The Solicitor General has the
brief in his filing for cert.

He said you--

Yeah, I know exactly
what it means.

I have another call.
Mike Prince.

Bobby, I feel a little like
Cathy Moriarty in Raging Bull,

the way you keep pursuing me

even though you know
it's no good for you.

Weird way to start a call, Mike.

Well, I'm expanding
my perspective.

I-- I've heard many times
about Axe, the thought leader,

the man ahead of the curve,
doing his own thing.

I don't know if he ever existed,
but I haven't seen him.

The Axe I'm acquainted
with is a pirate,

or in the lingua franca of
your beloved New York streets,

a goniff.

You tried to steal
from me again.

It didn't work.

Your media advantage is gone.

Winslow and I have wrapped up
our negotiations.

And you know what
you wound up with?

Nothing in your
hand but moonlight.

I have strings attached
to all of my fingers.

When I yank 'em,

you are gonna shake, rattle,
and shit yourself.

So this is what the inside of
a therapist's office looks like.

You've never been to therapy?

Just fucking with you.

Twice a week since I was 11.

I love the environment,

like a model room
in a department store.

A focus group-tested
simulacrum of cozy comfort,

tasteful and personalised,
but impersonal.

I think this is where
I feel most comfortable.

-That's the idea.
-Helpful.

Because I have to share some
shit that's making me feel

seriously awk-ward,

awkward.

Yeah, I thought that's
probably what you meant.

I saw something
I shouldn't have.

And it's fucking me up.

Normally, I keep
that stuff to myself.

Oof, what I have hidden
about my mum from my grandma,

and then also about
my grandma from my mum.

Do you wanna go there?

I don't know. Do you?

I'm a trained shrink.
So, always.

But... I think that's not
actually what's bothering you.

I can't sit on this
if I wanna keep working here.

And I think I want
to keep working here.

But if I talk about it,
maybe I can't work here anyway.

What type of a paradox is that?

One that probably
only gets better

if you take a deep breath...

...and actually tell me.

I was in Taylor's office
dropping stuff off

and on their
computer screen, ugh...

Taylor had a meeting
with Lawrence Boyd

about a company we told
Axe to pump the brakes on.

Taylor went to a rival
with the opposite advice?

I don't wanna work in
a place with secrets, lies,

backstabbing, side-stabbing,
any stabbing.

Understandable. So I know
how best to handle this.

Are you confiding it
to me in session

or are you reporting to me
as your boss at Mase Carbon?

Whoa.

You have made your
life very complicated.

I'm trying to make mine less so
by offloading this.

So...
good luck with all of that.

I would like to have
an abstract,

hypothetical conversation

about serving multiple masters.

No, you don't.
Not with me.

If this were about Axe,
you would say,

"Axe, this is about Taylor."

They did something you need
to tell me without telling me.

I really expected that
to take a few more rounds.

You're not the only person
here who can solve a puzzle

with just one letter
on the board.

I know when you want a drinking
pal and when you have an agenda.

Taylor went behind Axe's back
to lay off the cannabis deal

to a third party.

Whoa, fuck. Who?

Lawrence Boyd.

Doubly fucked.

I got it from here.

I gotta ask you.

Why aren't you on the phone
with him right now?

-Telling him about Taylor?
-No.

Trying to talk him out
of taking on the cannabis money.

You think he needs to be
talked out of it?

No. I think you
think he does.

Something's different, shifted.

You're not divided
between Axe and Taylor.

You're divided
between Axe and Axe.

You don't want to be the
one shouting him down anymore.

Trying to tell him to ignore
his instincts. Why not?

Because that doesn't
work with a-- a--

A partner?

I get it.

If you and Axe are gonna have
another kind of thing,

you need to make peace
with who he is

and stop trying to change him.

Is that what's going on?

Have you made that peace?

Thank you for
taking this to him.

Hey, Chuck.

Uh, I know that Sacker
tipped you off about her dad.

Now, you had your headline
and your fun.

You don't need to pick up
a penalty flag

for the fire hydrant
celebration.

Franklin Sacker and Axelrod.

Your father and Delaware.

It's all connected.

Your Jeffersonian dinner theater
was setting up a move.

There was no ideological fight.

It was masking scent on a snare.

You're working with Prince

-to bring down Axe.

And now what? Hmm?

You take this
theory to him?

Win his eternal gratitude?

It'd be a real smile.

Oh, fun factor's high,
I'll grant you that.

Sky fuckin' high.

And I'd have
him forever in my debt.

-Powerful ally.
-Hmm. For sure.

But then you become Mike
Prince's eternal enemy.

Hmm. True.

And mine.

Hmm. All that power.

And pettiness.

Trained upon me.

Every bit of it.

So shoot your shot.

Our turf war over
criminal cases is over.

I surrender.

Like Captain Fehler
on U-boat 234.

From now on, you will clear all
criminal cases with me?

Yes. Provided you grant me
one imminent arrest.

Dawn Winslow
and where she leads.

Enjoy it.

May be the only one

for quite some time.

Your business
makes money for Axe.

So you won't be put out
of business.

There'll just be enough
locks on it

that you'll suffocate
if you fight too hard.

And who winds up
holding the key?

-Take a guess.
- I have to approve

any investment over seven figs.

That's every investment.

So I guess much like
Andy Summers,

I'm on top of every
move you make.

And you can no longer make soft
dollar arrangements on your own.

Those are my relationships
with other firms.

They're Hard Bob's
relationships too now.

Because they all
clear through him.

And what does Victor do?

Whatever you do.

I need to explain to Axe
how these strictures--

You don't talk to him.
Or see him anymore.

The only face you see is mine.

Mine too.

We need to clear the atmosphere.

Victor, give us the room.

-No can.
-Give us the fucking room.

Okay.

We're supposed to be partners,

but you freelanced
on the Boyd play.

You're tracking my schedule now?
What the fuck?

No. How the fuck do I excuse
your lack of trust in me?

We may be looking at
a foundational question here,

because are we partners?

On paper, kinda.
In person, same.

Sometimes you act like it
in the same way

you once acted as my
shrink or my friend.

But Axe really controls it all,
just like he always did.

So where does that leave me?

Well, sounds like
at battle stations again.

Is that really what you want?

No.

Me neither.

I want to believe
the best of you

because that's the kind of world
I want to live in.

And like it or not,
we're lashed together.

So?

I guess tell Victor to
set up his fucking desk.

I come bearing gifts, again.

Shocked you'd want to
show your face after

your boss sold me something
he couldn't deliver.

We've come back
to you with an offer

we don't need anyone else for.
Three percent.

-Interest on my money.
-The going rate at most banks

right now is close to zero.

You just need to get
your cash safe

and in the system,
and we're offering you icing.

Nice. But not enough
to walk away from Prince.

Axe thought you'd say that.

So there's also this.

I did let my subscription
to Architectural Digest lapse.

The house.
My country house.

It is now your house.

This is my offer

and there's no shopping it.

I want your answer right now.

I wanted to give
you something personally,

something that matters to me

so you know the kind of
partner that I will be

-for you down the road.
-You're on the water.

Why do you need an
Olympic-sized indoor pool?

You'll appreciate it
come October.

I think I will.

But I can't go through the whole
due diligence process again.

Prince spent the last
few weeks digging through

my entire business
and I need to be done.

Just cross out Prince's name in
the deal and put mine in.

And I will use his due diligence
as my own and sign.

We have a deal.

Good.

Now I can get back
to more pressing business.

One last how-do-you-do before
I meet Big Daddy? For luck?

Hmm.

Wagner!

Hey there, Dad.

Is it too soon?

I look forward to long talks,
throwin' the ball around.

Is this the man you've
been telling me about?

Wags, what is going on?

You two know each other?

Your old man threw down
the gauntlet,

had me dress up
like Carol Channing

only to spit in my eye.

I told him what
I would do in his eye.

And now I have.

Wagner, you walking
Special Victims Unit.

You defiled my offspring.

No doubt with a criminal
combination of mendacity,

manipulation, and Spanish fly.

Oh no.

You raised a fine piece
of daughter.

She knows her own mind and body.

And what a live body it is.

You knew he was my father
the entire time?

That's what this has
always been about?

The middle was real.

You motherfucker.

If you think my father
knows how to get revenge,

you have no idea
what I'm capable of.

Wait, wait. Chelz.

I went looking in earnest
and stopped on your profile.

Then I recognised
your picture and your name.

Like I said,

the middle was real.

-Don't bother, Wagner.
-Shut up, Mick.

Let him try and talk his
way out of this, Dad.

It'll make it sweeter.

What I felt
for you wasn't just

lust.

Or amusement. Or respect.

I had to follow through
on my revenge because,

well, because it's who I am.

I just fuckin' had to.

But it was hard.

It was fantastic,

but really, really hard.

Because...

I don't want to lose you.

And if there's any way you
could see to forgive me

and give us a real shot--

Wagner, you're disturbed.

Every great love story
springs from the forbidden...

comes true against all
obstacles of good family

and good taste because
sometimes a heart

finds another heart
it needs to be with.

You had me at the middle.

Peach,

kill the smoke detectors.

I have had-- We have had

so many wins.

There were so many times
that I almost pulled out

the Auerbachs.

Glad as hell that we waited.

Now light 'em up like you're
that goddamn Grucci family.

I'm strictly forbidden
to smoke right now,

but I'm gonna do it anyway.

Fuck yeah!

Axe swallowed it.

He actually closed on
that money.

Didn't do his own due diligence,
just accepted Prince's

and took it down like
sushi laced with polonium.

Wouldn't have happened
without the efforts

of everyone in this room.

Or without great personal cost.

As all great triumphs require.

Liz and Gail are here.

They're coming up
in the private elevator.

I pray that when they know
what I've done,

that they'll understand.

We should go anyway.

Time to arrest Winslow.

A legal cannabis seller cannot
make up for seasonal shortfall

by adding in a black-market
crop of Humboldt County

with the legit stuff.

You've combed through all
the possibilities.

Looked into every
legal cannabis company

until you found the one CEO
who also happened

to be running
a criminal enterprise.

She's no longer
a business pioneer.

Just another drug dealer
moving major weight.

I'm betting she won't hold up
long before flipping on Axe.

I'll leave with you.

In the name of decorum, let me
show you the regular elevators.

So have the contracts
been signed yet?

We didn't land the deal.

Winslow went with Bobby
Axelrod's bank.

Shit.

Sorry, Dad.
I thought we did really well.

Is it done-done?
I mean, can we call

and ask her
for another meeting?

That's exactly
the right attitude.

Never quit.
Never take no for an answer.

Remember that.

Actually, no, I can't.
I won't lie to you.

This all worked out exactly
how I knew it would.

Wait, what?

You wanted to lose?

I needed Bobby Axelrod
to win the deal.

To bank the money.

You used us?

To what? Like, bait him in?

Gail, he didn't do that.

You didn't do that.

Wait, one sec.

Why did you want Axelrod to win?

So he'd go to jail.

Because that's also
where Winslow's going.

Believe me when I tell you,

Mike Prince and his daughters

made the world
a better place today.

You played us.

Dangled us out there
like assholes--

Hey, you wanted
to know what it felt like.

And come on,
you took one meeting.

We practiced our
pitch all night.

Well, you got some experience.

Maybe rethink Europe, the
JetBlue version, if you want.

Save it, Dad.

We're starting to know
what your old partner

must have felt like--

Hey, that crap
is over the line.

This is business.
This is what not having

a soft landing feels like.

You tear your butt
when you hit the ground.

We didn't even
have a chance to win.

Yeah. This time the odds
were stacked against you.

Just like you said you wanted.

Now you haven't
been robbed of it.

But, uh,

next time you'll do better.

I don't like this.

Or your face right now, Dad.

Yeah. This sucks.

Yeah, Mike Prince, you are
kind of sucking right now.

You know they roll them
on their thighs,

slow and steady.

The sweat intermingles,
which gives it a distinct--

I can't decide if
that makes it

more or less appealing.

I think less,
but I want to think more.

I'm not much for group gropes
but I'll smoke one with you.

You should join the party.

Heard that a lot
of times in my life.

Thank you for what you did.

I know you were scared
to go to Wendy like that.

-But we needed it.
-Hmm.

Maybe the most
exhilarating moment of my life.

That and when I found
a Tamagotchi emulator, oof.

God, it just feels
like old times.

You know, there's
been so much shit,

so much bad blood.

-But a pure win like this,

after all we've been through?

Fuck, I miss these days.

The estimable
Zino Davidoff once said,

"A cigar ought not
to be smoked solely

with the mouth,
but with the hand,

with the eyes, with the spirit.

Oh, Jesus.

Wow.

I believe a good cigar
and glass of wine

and a good conversation

is as close to euphoria
as one can get.

In a legal sense.

Davidoff again?

Sly Stallone.

Are these going to your head?

They're going to my head.

You're smoking a little fast.

I'm excited.

Douse the fucking smokes.

Now!

Get Axe up on the screen, now!

You got it.

♪ You know who I am ♪

♪ You know I can't let you ♪

Slide through my hands... ♪

Dawn Winslow
was just arrested.

Criminal drug trafficking.
They're coming for you next.

How me? It's gonna be legal.

Uh-uh.
What she was selling wasn't.

Fuck!

If she goes down for that, and
you bank the resulting money,

you are on the hook.

Specifics?

According to my guy,
sometime in the next 24 hours

they believe they'll
have you in custody,

and they don't believe you
have a way out this time.

Just give the order
and we move.

On your command.

♪ Couldn't drag me away ♪

♪ I watched you suffer.. ♪

What do you want us to do?

♪ A dull aching pain... ♪

I have no fucking idea.

♪ To show me the same ♪

♪ No sweeping exits ♪

♪ Or offstage lines ♪

♪ Could make me feel bitter ♪

♪ Or treat you unkind ♪

♪ Wild horses ♪

♪ Couldn't drag me away ♪