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Previously on Billions...

This place doesn't feel

very much like a home to me right now.

Don't put our home up for sale.

A very interesting set of permits just got expedited.

The beneficiary? One Charles Rhoades, Senior.

Qatar State Bank is going to be taken off the restricted list

and it's ready to give you a sweetheart of a loan.

That does bring a grin.

Are you sure about this?

Got it straight from the Secretary Of The Treasury.

What do Jock Jeffcoat and his disciples have on you?

Jock threatened to freeze funds, delay funds, yank funds.

Axe is coming for you now.

He said you chose your father over your business.

I'm sorry it worked out this way.

My enemies seemed to have found a way

to aim the government at us like a nuclear weapon.

Do you have any fucking idea what you've done?

Hey!

Leave her alone, you fucking goon!

Fuck you, Bill!

I am gonna kick your ass!

Let's do it in the ring then, fucknut!

Any time, any place, motherfucker!

You're a garbage person, Wendy.

That's what you are. It's what you all are!

Dudley Mafee and Dollar Bill Stearn...

shall meet in this cathedral of la dolce scienza,

in a bout of pugilism to satisfy grudges,

to excite the imagination of the sporting public

and in the good name of charity.

Shall we discuss glove weight?

Let's go with 8's. See some blood.

No headgear, of course.

Of course. Gotta see the punches land.

Then it's 16's, jackass.

Do you want them to break their moneymakers?

Fine. Fuck.

As for the purse and ticket sales--

Sixty-forty to the winner,

allocated to the charity of their choice.

That's a gutless split, Wagner.

But then, it's gonna be a sad day in Palookaville

when your washed-up Louis meets his Marciano.

Sweetheart.

I've known that traitorous dog Mafee for many years,

and I promise you, that jaw of his

is fragile as Murano blown glass.

Blown Glass, that was your fraternity nickname wasn't it?

Nope. Algonquin Ass-Eater.

75-25.

Screw it. Winner take all.

Done. Care to make a side wager?

Fifty grand?

Thanks, Sparky.

Wake up.

The fuck are you doing?

Sneaking in here like Versace!

Versace was the victim. Cunanan was the killer.

We're here to make you the killer!

Bill, who are these men?

Nothing to fear, miss.

We're just gonna turn your husband into a man.

Lock and load.

This isn't the easy path!

This is the warpath-- this is your attack on the day!

I can't feel my face.

The effects of a sedentary lifestyle.

Push through it.

We all have dragons to fight!

When you can't feel your face,

that means you need to go harder!

Tut tut.

Bubbler, one-hitter,

indica vape, sativa vape,

gummies, tincture, Long Bong Holmes.

This one is 20-1 THC/CBD,

great for creative thinking.

And you want this one...

Which has a ratio of 100-1 for sleep.

I'm in training now so I have to off-load all my jazz cabbage.

Use 'em in good health.

And get the fuck out of here before anyone shows up for work.

Awesome, dude. Much appreciated.

Very sick.

Actually--

One won't hurt, right?

I mean, it might, right?

Top o' the morning.

You gonna get to it?

Huh? We just warmed up,

ran the whole loop and you haven't said shit.

The absolute last thing I need

is a jogging buddy who's less talkative than Ghost Dog.

I didn't sign up for the coffee klatch run.

You don't have a lot of female friends, do you?

Some. I just--I just...don't keep up with them very much.

Yeah. Guy friends are easier.

Once you make it clear that you won't be smashing,

they're like herding puppies.

How are you getting out of bed?

Mafee eviscerated you in front of everyone.

After you'd already been wrecked by your husband on TV.

Well, Mafee-- I actually earned that.

Fuck no. Mafee's a child.

And the shit he said to you was fucking abusive.

I don't know what happened,

but whatever it was, you were protecting Axe Cap.

And you held firm as fuck.

Thank you.

I'm glad if it seemed that way.

But I'm not really holding very firm.

In any way.

But if I try to talk it out any more right now...I think--

You'll collapse?

Well we can't have that.

That's probably enough sharing for today.

C'mon.

Got you the usual.

Chai for you and a double espresso for pops.

Only the chai.

You no longer have to remember the other order.

In fact, I'd prefer you stop bringing it.

Ah.

Thought you might be in need of

a hearty breakfast after your run.

Even got that bread you like from She Wolf.

This is all either too soon or too late.

Or maybe it's just a moment of warmth, of connection.

To show you I appreciate--

It's like the end of Speed-The-Plow.

Remember we used to see plays together?

"Would you of gone to bed with me, I didn't do your book."

I can't separate the gesture from the situation.

Uh-huh. And what is the situation, exactly?

You don't want us to sell the house.

You want me to remember it's "home."

But that couple wants to make us an offer.

And if they come in at our number, I want us to take it.

It is "home."

For us and the kids.

It was.

They want to come back and see the place.

We need to make it available one night this week.

Live auction?

Yep. I'm now the proud owner

of Lot B34750942D. For 860.

Pricey. But worth it if this goes the way we hope...

Let's talk fracking--

Nothing to say, since it's been banned.

But refining natural gas products

that have been fracked elsewhere

is still legal in this state.

So why do you want to be short the refiners?

Over time they're a loser.

This bullshit is going to crush our position.

Taylor's driving it down on purpose. To frag us.

The bill in the state legislature right now

to ban fracking-- I'm betting it passes...

Fossil fuels are a dead end.

As was my time at Axe Capital.

What was the story there?

You were at one of the most successful funds ever--

The Celtics were dominant for a long time,

and then they weren't.

And Bobby Axelrod is no Larry Bird.

Whoa. So you went out on your own.

-That's a big move. -I wasn't going to stick around

while that company ran itself into the ground.

I was going to launch a new thing into the stratosphere.

Wait. Wait. Wait-- are you saying

that Axe Capital is driving itself into the ground?

Bobby Axelrod was my teacher,

so I have a certain amount of nostalgic respect for him.

But he's a dinosaur.

So. Like any good student,

I learned what I could from him and moved on.

The smart money will do the same.

The smarter money will do it first.

Enough of this fucking horseshit.

You need to cut the head off of this snake right fucking now.

This aggression will not stand--

Okay. Personal attacks aside, thoughts?

Shit.

I'll say it since the rest of you

are wimpier than George McFly at prom:

We've got to get out of our New York refinery positions.

No, Bonnie. That's just one investor talking.

We can push back. We'll win this thing.

Wags, figure out how to use lobbyists

to move the legislature through regular political channels.

Victor, figure out how to move 'em your way.

Albany's completely split on the issue.

It'll likely come down to the governor, and he's agnostic.

The Street is split too.

Do you have intel?

Not intel. No. I'm confused.

You're jumping into the scrum with the score tied.

Based on percentages, we could get killed.

And you just put a target on us.

This isn't just about the refineries, is it?

Correct. This is not the time to sit back and lick our wounds.

We need to go on the offensive, dictate the action.

I've never seen you like this before.

Like?

Cold. Openly vindictive.

You've also never seen them cut off

their own father's head before...

Uh, shit, sorry--

No. You're right.

I wasn't born with a broadsword in my hand

but I was forced to learn how to wield one, so I did.

And now I'm going full Sir Tristram de Lyones

until I pierce Axe's shield

and drive it into his motherfucking heart.

I do like the war talk--

I've been thinking about how they set me up.

Replaying it. I can't believe how

they targeted the strike so precisely.

That Wendy was that cold.

She built a psych matrix on you over years.

That's how she knew exactly how to hurt you.

Yes. That's right. She used everything.

It will not go unreciprocated.

No. Hang back for now.

We need all our focus on the refineries.

Axe, I'm so sorry,

I had no idea that was gonna happen.

Wh--What was I gonna do? I couldn't stop it.

Hey. It was good TV, I'm not blaming you.

But you've got to give me equal time tomorrow.

Shouldn't be a problem.

One snake's head ready to be chopped.

Brief me.

Head of the Board of Elections is deciding

whether to allow blockchain technology--

voting from mobile phones.

You could've delegated this to me.

Business of elections is my bailiwick.

Got a hanging chad framed in my study.

You would, Colonel Jackboot.

Nothing like suppressing the voice of the disenfranchised--

No, we should let people too lazy or stupid to even register

vote from their cell phones, so fraud runs rampant--

This needs to be punted down the road

until tech and security concerns are better vetted,

so let's just button it up with a quick 'no'...

Chuck, welcome.

Hap. Uh. I thought this was to be our meeting--

My apologies, Chuck,

but I'm here on behalf of the DOJ,

which has grave concerns about mobile voting--

Uh. You mean Jock Jeffcoat does.

Yes, he does.

Given our heightened issues with cybersecurity--

should we really trust our entire

electoral system to mobile voting?

I admit, I share the Attorney General's objection.

Uh-huh.

Well I have an equally pressing concern--democracy.

And inclusiveness.

Which is why it's vital we approve mobile voting...

This is about more people voting.

Which is the American ideal.

It's about what's right.

Which is your board's mandate, Hap.

Let us seize this opportunity to be true patriots.

To bring a voice to those without one.

I propose a-a pilot program

to test the efficacy of mobile voting--

We're all moved.

Our hankies are damp.

Well, strong men also cry, ya know?

Not really crying, Chuck.

We're looking to rule against.

But thank you for dropping by.

Yeah, thanks for coming in.

Perhaps you got to me T., with your brimstone.

And perhaps donkeys will sprout wings

and fly to heaven every time a fat man burps.

Hmm. No, this is a litmus.

You want to know what's behind Jock's opposition to it.

He doesn't do anything by accident.

You know. Moments like this remind me of Morgenthau.

Robert Morris? Hallowed name.

One of the greatest ever to hold my office.

Before becoming DA for life.

Well. He came to mind because of what we could be doing here.

Instead of stopping people from voting.

You trying out for community board rep?

Are you trying out for Sturmbannfuhrer?

I was following a direct order from my superior--

Exactly what Herr Adolf Eichmann said

when they caught him in Argentina--

Don't speak any more German at me.

Jock told me to go shut it down. What should I have done?

In American then?

Refuse the order.

Like Dawson and Downey should've with the code red.

Just...

Mm. Donna said you wanted the Sunday Salad.

Now I know what keeps you so fit.

Fucking uncharitable, Chuck.

What do you want?

Open and fair elections.

Yeah. Well, I'd like to tap dance like Gregory Hines.

But I have neither the shoes nor the rhythm to pull that off.

No. You don't have the will. But I do.

Time to get my blockchain voting pilot program out of the gates.

Ah, you're not gonna get a fucking pilot program.

Why so strong against this?

Do you like Jock that much?

Dislike you that much.

My wife. Cheryl. Lovely woman.

Every year for the past 23 years I take Cheryl to Aruba.

She relaxes down there, we reconnect down there.

But this year you decided to indict 30 of my best friends,

in Albany, merely for doing what every state senator's

been doing for the past hundred years--

favor trade for the betterment of the state.

And now I'll be lucky if

the wife and I can catch the bus to Belmar.

So. Your thirty crooked legislators aren't around

to hit you with those tasty Lulus anymore,

and you're facing a celibate stay-cation and that's my fault?

I--I didn't say any of that.

But I do share the DOJ's concern with election security,

so I'm leaning into my veto power.

Something I learned from the old Westerns:

If you're gonna make a show of strength,

you wanna be sure you're the real strongman in the room.

Or you make sure that that guy steps into the fight for you.

Ooh.

So. Jock did get to you. Ah.

Why is this so important to him, do you think?

Chew real good, make sure not to choke on your cud.

Oh. And go buy those tap shoes.

Cuz sure as you're standing there,

I'm about to make you dance.

-Thank you for coming. -My pleasure.

-Please. -Thank you.

Are you sure you're ready for this to become public?

Because that will inevitably happen

if we continue on this course.

Absolutely. The truth needs to come out.

And now it's our distinct pleasure

to have legendary Wall Street operator

from Axe Capital Michael Wagner here with us

to light this year's tree.

Stacy, thank you.

It is an honor to be here

for this great Wall Street tradition.

And for another great tradition,

come see this man at a charity boxing match

for a great cause.

And now...

5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

Let there be lights!

Embrace the pain!

Is that all you got?! Yeah.

Show me what you've got, Mafee!

Go! Get up there! You got to dig a little deeper!

Dig a little deeper! Come on!

How much longer?

How much longer? Are you serious right now?

We're just getting warmed up!

Keep that up.

Keep your damn hands up!

Ah! Go, damn it!

Go harder!

I want you to hit him so hard, I want you to feel

the bones crunch up in his face in your fist!

Ah! There you go.

He's gonna feel that one for sure!

You got it, Bill.

There you go.

You start hitting the bag yet?

-You got this! -That's it.

You got it! It's all up here!

Come on!

Let's go!

Come on. This is the best thing for you.

Well. You're supposed to be the retail specialist.

Yeah. So find me the goddamn shares off exchange Jerry--

or I'll get someone who fucking will.

Rough morning for Jerry.

Made my first move on Saler's. I bought up 8%.

Yeah. I saw that on the tape, figured it was you.

Problem is, is that I need over 10% to force the takeover vote

and if I keep sucking them up in the regular market,

I'll drive the price through the roof.

I'm trying to have my guy gather shares

from high net worth families and indexes.

Well, you know. Maybe, just maybe this is

the universe sending you a message

and you should go ahead and receive it:

That this company's not for you.

The only message the universe sends me

is that it's gonna keep expanding for a while,

so I might as well expand too.

Look, if anyone can turn this chain around, it's you...

but why?

There are healthier businesses. Better choices.

You know I grew up in a small town.

Yeah. End of the road shit town is what you called it.

Yeah.

When I was a little kid and that catalog came in the mail--

it was evidence that there was a bigger world out there.

Full of everything you could imagine.

Whatever I could think of, they sold it.

Yeah. But you wouldn't wear or use anything they sell now.

That's why I'm going to turn this bitch around.

So people love it like I did.

You know, I used to wonder why I got so rich--

Yeah. Me too. You actually come up with an answer?

Yeah. So I could do this.

Show young girls that they don't have to just dream about

shopping at some department store.

They can buy the whole company.

Well. Then go do it.

Dad, I need you to juice me in with the tribe.

Son, I'm surprised.

You've worked alongside the Hebrews your entire career.

You know, there was a nasty rumor once

about my grandfather being of Ukrainian extraction--

No, Dad. The Cayuga Iroquois.

My casino Indians?

A mere three-word sentence,

yet myriad problems with it.

You partnered with them

on the land around the casino in Kingsford.

Yeah? Are you still on good terms?

Couldn't be better. What is this about?

Blockchain voting. From cell phones.

My man compiled a list of groups that applied for mobile voting.

As it turns out, people want to vote.

The results of those requests though:

Military overseas, denied.

Rural townships, denied.

Indigenous peoples. Like my Indians.

Sure. Fine. Okay. Fantastic.

I don't care to correct you again

'cause it'll just make you go darker.

I want to set up a pilot program to help them.

And to fuck Jock.

For that, I will set up a meeting.

Smashing. Thank you.

The vigorish serves the poor, the hungry,

those that none of you actually care about,

but the winnings--

the blue cheese, or white meat or cake--

that goes to you.

The book is open. Come-n-geddit.

You can buy a round, you can buy time on canvas.

All action booked, booked and paid.

Pay the doctors, boy.

Thank you.

C'mere.

Me?

You seem fit.

I need you to hit me.

Uh, no.

Don't worry, I won't hit you back.

You'll be doing me a favor,

I need to practice my head movements.

Wing some hooks at me.

I took piano.

What? You're worried about your dainty hands,

like you're a fucking neurosurgeon?

I'll do it.

Come on. Let's go.

Great. C'mon.

Who wants a parlay? Who wants odds? Who wants...

Okay, I'm going to bob and slip--

Ahh!

What's the thing?

Dollar Bill is sparring.

With Bonnie.

If she was going in the ring,

this thing would be over in the first round.

By knockout.

I can't go out there. Not like this...

It's okay, Baby Billy.

You're kinda fucked up about this, huh?

If you can connect on me like that,

what's gonna happen in the ring?

I sucker-punched you.

And I only landed a few... dozen after that...

But I knew you wouldn't hit back.

Mafee won't have that luxury.

I know but...

he's got the young legs, and a longer reach and...

And those younger legs.

Now that's just downright mean.

I just want to carry

the Axe Cap torch, you know?

Win for you guys.

Mafee may have youth on his side,

but so did Donny Lalonde

when he lost the title to Sugar Ray Leonard.

I'm Sugar Ray?

Totally.

You're gonna win because you've got more heart.

We're dead.

Yup.

Uh. Your visitor from the Medical Board is here.

Oh. Send him in.

Dr. Rhoades.

Dr. Zhang. So good to see you.

Sit down.

Thank you for making the time.

Happy to. Whatever you need.

Some questions.

What is your exact title?

Performance coach and Head of HR.

And you prescribe medication?

When necessary.

And you have private one-on-one sessions

with employees here?

With some. For some it's just occasional,

others not at all. We don't force anybody.

And how personal would you say these sessions are?

You're not here to ask me to speak at a conference, are you?

Forgive me. I should have been more clear when I called.

Dr. Rhoades, your medical license is under review.

I'm sorry. Why?

There have been accusations of malpractice.

Ethical misconduct, misuse of confidential records.

At this time, I'm not permitted

to disclose the source of the allegations.

You have rights.

Eventually you will appear before the Board for a hearing.

We will decide whether or not to revoke.

Hey. You here to prep me on Halftime Report?

What's the matter with you?

You're not the only one Taylor took aim at.

They reported me to the Medical Board.

I might lose my license.

Fuck.

You're going to fight this. Am I?

I almost spilled everything.

I didn't, obviously.

I thought about what you would do and kept my mouth shut.

Good!

But if I was on that board, I'd strip me.

I'd skin me.

I wasn't careless with my records,

and I didn't just hover on the sideline

while you and Chuck executed some revenge move.

I drew up the play, called my own number and ran it myself.

Are you done?

I violated a patient's trust.

Taylor attacked, and you just stood your ground--

it's what we do. So self-immolate later.

Or better never.

You are Doctor Wendy Fucking Rhoades.

No one's taking your license.

And even if they did-- what does it matter?

You're still the best at what you do.

Thank you.

Oh, we were supposed to be prepping Halftime Report.

Don't worry about it, I know what I want to say.

Axe, so I'm sure you know,

Taylor Mason was just on the show.

Taylor's got a sharp mind.

I saw it right away, cultivated it.

Unfortunately I had to show them the door

once their ethics became clear.

What are you saying? Be more explicit.

That they're dirty?

Oh come on, that's bullshit. Put it this way:

you either want to be in bed

with the Russian oligarchs or you don't--

Didn't Taylor meet him through you?

Yes. Yes,

and when I refused to take his money on board,

because I didn't feel good about where it came from,

Taylor didn't hesitate to grab it.

And then they lost all the money anyway.

Look, look, a person

who'd sell out their own father--

there's a chip missing there, you know what I mean?

You got specifics on that?

Well. There was a rumor-- you know, their--

their father had a company,

and Taylor flipped it for their own profit.

Bottom line is this,

it's a relationship business.

Now, they can call me a dinosaur if they want,

but loyalty is still a very important quality to me.

And Taylor Mason, unfortunately, is someone you can't trust.

Axe. Really great to have you on--We appreciate it.

Sure. Yeah. It's been great having--

Taylor just called in.

Axe, we did not plan this.

I swear, we would never ambush you.

You want to get out of here?

No. No. Put them on. It'll be fun.

Ready? Ready.

Okay. Uh. Taylor, welcome back.

I know you want to respond

to some of these things...

Axe is on the defensive because he knows

he's dead wrong about the fracking refineries.

We've all heard the horror stories:

lightning coming out of faucets, earthquakes.

New York State banned fracking because

it's not safe to take the stuff out of the ground.

So why's it a good idea to truck it in from Pennsylvania?

Taylor, you're smarter than that.

The whole flames thing is an urban legend,

this whole thing is safe,

and you don't care about safe anyway.

You're just talking your book. -Yeah.

That's more your style, Axe.

I talk numbers and facts.

I don't lobby behind the scenes.

Or pretend I fired someone

who bested me every which way.

Besting me?

Is that what you're calling lying and pilfering?

With nothing to show for it, by the way.

You mean besides the Firefighters Fund?

The jewel in your crown, and they came to me.

They were finally fed up with your legal troubles--

not to mention the killing you made on 9/11,

profiting from tragedy.

You are way out of your depth.

I've been crushing the S&P since you were in

fucking footie pajamas-- -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa--

-Yeah! -Fuck, yeah!

And now you're about to take a bath on the refineries,

so you're coming on TV to kill the stock.

Guys. Maybe-- Taylor, the fact is,

you stabbed me in the back.

You're down a few billion AUM

and now you're trying to salvage

your tanking company by attacking me.

But I'm gonna kick your ass in the energy sector,

same way I'm gonna kick your ass in the ring.

Hold on. Hold on now-- for our audience at home

that doesn't know what's going on--

he's not literally going to beat Taylor up.

Their traders are about to slug it out for charity.

You know what? I'll bet Taylor

one million dollars that my man beats theirs.

Two million he knocks him out.

Taylor, you want to respond to that?

I don't negotiate with bullies.

He's trying to box me in. But I have a choice.

And it's one many on the Street

are starting to recognize and take.

And that is: to not do business with Bobby Axelrod.

It's why I left Axe Cap,

and why many of his investors are fleeing too.

Taylor, you're-- Hey. Sorry.

Sorry guys, we've gotta wrap it up,

it's been interesting to say the least...

Well. Fucking. Done.

Thank you for the firefighter prompt.

Your timing was perfect.

I'm happy it was useful.

As the adrenaline recedes,

I'm starting to get a new perspective.

That didn't actually go so well, did it?

Depends. Were you aiming to be

the Henry Rollins of Wall Street?

All aggro rage.

I'm not sure that's gonna help your fracking position.

This is all my fault.

I'm sorry I didn't have my shit together earlier.

Lobbying ain't gonna be enough.

Not by the usual methods.

We need to do more.

Thank you for seeing me, council member Halftown.

I'm here because I will not sit idly by

while your civil rights are being hijacked.

Your people need better access to voting.

I know in the past you've taken action,

applied for mobile voting programs but were denied.

Now. As Attorney General, I can help you make it happen.

As your wise predecessor, Wilma Mankiller said,

"Leaders are encouraged to

remember seven generations in the past

and consider seven generations in the future

when making decisions that affect the people."

She was Cherokee.

I'm Haudenosaunee.

That would be like me citing Vince Neil to sell you.

Does Vince Neil speak to who you are?

Some days.

Mr. Rhoades, you want me to lobby

the elections board for you.

Why would I do that for the people who chiseled us

on the land deal surrounding the casino?

Chiseled? I thought 'partnership' was more--

Your father has tasted the fruits of our tribe

in a way that makes us disinclined

to trust either him or you.

Well...

There she is.

Ah. Look at that chin.

I know that chin.

Adorable. A champion.

She is.

My father will sweeten your piece on Kingsford

to what you feel is fair...

Fine. Whatever my overly generous son needs.

As for your pilot program.

Send me your proposal.

Then we'll see.

Much appreciated.

Is that my little sister, for Chrissakes?

Don't worry, Sonny, you'll always be my only child.

I could use your counsel.

Turning the tables.

I've been offered an opportunity

in media technology that utilizes blockchain.

I'd never ask you to interfere.

But any intel...

You should proceed--

alternate uses of blockchain have a future.

Even though Connerty and your big boss

are trying to shut it down? Mm.

Chuck Rhoades is lined up on the other side.

Let's just say he's a little more motivated on the issue.

I know it's uncomfortable,

these places where my business and your career intersect.

I am uncomfortable, but that's not why.

When I helped get Chuck ejected, it was for the right reasons.

Open the window, let in some light, some air.

It's still stuffy as hell in here.

Just promise you'll leave this place

before you become so conditioned

you can't function anywhere else.

You remember when I was a kid, on my birthday,

and you'd spin me around before I hit the piñata?

Sometimes I'd be so dizzy from all the turning,

I'd end up just smacking the air.

That's what I'm feeling like lately.

Just all revved up to hit something,

but I just can't lock in on the target.

Then what you need to do is this:

Take the blindfold off,

wait 'til the brain-fog lifts, choose your target,

swing as hard as you can,

and take its head off.

So, what is so important you got to drag me--

Oh, shit.

Don't make me have my people put these on.

Thirty of my compatriots in full regalia.

Don't make me give interviews

about how you are refusing us the vote.

Don't make me stage a sit-in at your office--

You're shoving a fucking arrowhead up my ass?

Oh. How dare you, sir.

Besides, I'm not shoving it.

You'd be sitting down on it, of your own accord.

Oh. But at your weight,

that's where it would end up for sure.

Oh. So you're allowed to be insensitive

- but I'm not? - Yes.

Fuck.

Yeah. You've got your pilot program.

Hey.

It's not all stick.

In this envelope you'll find tickets

and hotel confirmations for you and the missus.

Aruba. All expenses paid.

We did some good for my people just now.

And you are going to do some good

for one specific little girl, aren't you.

The 529 college plan is being funded as we speak.

Okay.

Tell me what we can salvage and what we can't.

Lobbyists tell me the can'ts are dominating.

I'd call it 50-50 right now.

It's going to come down to the governor.

Victor? He's leaning hard, Axe,

but his guys aren't bending.

He says it's going to come down to the governor.

What do those two want to tell me?

That if we sell now, we can replace the stock

with deep in-the-money call options.

We'd still realize losses but we'd be capped on the downside.

Then for their own safety,

they'd better not fucking set foot in this office.

Okay. Well if it's going to come down to the governor,

then let's get to the governor.

Hi, Chuck...

Meet Governor Sweeney under other auspices,

not fracking...

...but something that plays to his ego.

Give him no reason to think you're lobbying

for anything in particular.

Just that you're a well-heeled supporter.

Governor.

Pleasure to meet you.

Uh. Am I the first one here?

Why don't you draw chips for everyone in the room

so they can all play on the house.

He means: give us privacy. Huh?

I cooked a hell of a meal for you guys.

I'm gonna serve you now.

Come on.

So. Uh.

I thought there were 13 of us.

I only count three plates.

That's right.

This is a donor dinner, right?

It is.

Except instead of twelve people at 100k a plate,

I thought I'd keep it simple.

Write your Super PAC one check for the full 1.2 mil.

Huh. Clever.

But I'm not getting involved in the refineries.

Well. That's what we thought you'd say.

We?

Oh. Jesus, Mary

and Sainted Joseph the good and kind carpenter.

And like them, now we are three.

Okay. I see how this is going to go.

I'm gonna say no and--let me guess--uh, teachers' strike?

No. Nurses? Or you're gonna release my tax returns?

Or I'm gonna find Khartoum's head in my fucking bed?

No horses need be harmed in the making of this picture.

The universe is kind, Governor.

Patiently providing opportunities

to learn what you failed to in the past.

Yeah. I'm slow, Chuck, but I'm not that slow.

You guys are gonna win this one, probably already have,

so I am going to choose carrot this time.

What'll you have?

Let's fast forward through the haggling.

This check is sitting here on this plate.

You'll probably tell me that the other side

can give you the same amount.

So why don't you tell me what you need to get this done.

The keynote slot at the next meeting

of the National Governors Association.

Splashy. A springboard to the presidential. Yeah.

You'll have it.

Really? Just like that? Huh?

No, it'll be expensive and a total pain in the ass.

But you'll have it.

Fine.

Then I will, uh, make sure that

the refineries loophole stays open.

Great, and why not put a ring on it

and legalize the whole damn thing.

Lift the fracking ban?

If you're gonna do a thing, do it all the way.

Well, I mean, the environmentalists

will have a field day-- Think of the Upstate jobs.

The tax revenue.

All right, I'll, uh-- I'll...do my best.

Do better than that.

I just gave you 1.2 million soldiers.

That should help.

Put your fucking forks down. We're leaving.

Hey!

Chow time.

...And so, General,

with the Native Americans prepared to get vocal,

the news on mobile voting isn't good.

I thought Sam Houston and the Texas Rangers

took care of this shit a hundred and fifty years ago.

Looks like they left you some work to do.

Whatever you need me to do, I'm ready.

Find a way to introduce an infected blanket,

like good ol' Lord Jeff Amherst.

Steven. Hey.

Whoa.

I'm glad we could finally get this on the books.

Yeah. Wendy, it's great to see you.

Um. Listen...my counter-intel has found out

that you're having some problems with your medical license?

And my board doesn't think it's such a good idea

for me to be coached by you.

Oh.

Can we sit?

Yeah. Of course.

This is exactly the kind of thing we need to start with.

It sounds like your board is

flexing its muscles, exerting pressure.

And you gave into it.

I guess. Let's talk about that.

Why do you think your board has

that kind of influence over you--

Wendy...I--I see what you're doing.

And I'm going to stop you right there.

My board has stated that I can't have a session

with a doctor who's facing an ethics hearing.

It'll make me seem as sketchy as you.

Hey, Frank. How are you?

How are you, Jeff? How you doing?

You made it. Got money on your man, Axe.

Meet Rebecca Cantu. Hi.

Rebecca. Jim Chanos. How are you?

Pleasure. Charles.

You look amazing. You're the man.

Yeah. You look fabulous.

I'll see this weekend? Awesome.

Axe with the first grenade

he launched at your father's company.

Rebecca Cantu.

That's more than a business relationship.

Hmm.

Wendy Rhoades, on your six.

You reported me to the Medical Board?

Yes, I did.

Are you going to say it wasn't warranted?

Please. Neither of us is blameless.

I think we both did things I'd say were pretty fucked up--

The difference is: I didn't use

your most intimate secrets to destroy your family.

But you went crying to the principal's office--dick move.

C'mon, let's find our seats.

I apologize.

That was the first action I've taken without your clearance.

It will be the last--

You're worried I'm upset because you disobeyed me.

But I know why you did it-- to defend me.

And I appreciate it.

I--I don't--I don't think I can stay for this...

I'll go with you.

Let's get an Uber.

Just remember, you've prepared enough to win

as long as you don't rush it.

So, breathe and focus.

Just knock him out.

No matter what happens,

know that I am beside myself with gratitude and pride.

Asking you to come with me was the best decision I ever made.

Fuck. No way I can beg out of the fight after that.

Now fucking slaughter him.

Bloomberg alert.

Governor's about to announce on fracking.

Oh, well.

Seems only right that we should watch his decision

come down together.

My thought exactly.

Jed, we struck oil!

Fracking. Is. Legal!

-Yeah! -Yeah!

-Whoo! -Look at that! Yeah!

-Whoo! -Yes!

Yeah!

What the fuck?

What don't I know?

What's the one thing you need most when fracking?

We've got our lot...

And the agua is ours.

You bought up the fucking water rights.

My short position was actually quite small.

Just enough to get on the tote board.

You baited me.

You needed fracking to happen

and so you used me to make sure that it did.

I certainly couldn't be seen doing it.

Yet fact, I made it happen.

So while you'll profit, it's only fair I make more than you.

I taught you well.

I see that taking credit for my success

in the midst of defeat is a kind of balm.

So you go on ahead.

And if you still care to make a wager on the fight,

I'll do a million at a buck fifty-to one.

Booked.

Ladies and gentlemen, fans of the glove game

from around the globe-- welcome to Fight Night!

-Champ! Reigning champ! -One, two.

-One, two, three. -You're the best ever.

Style is impetuous... -Slip!

...your defense is impregnable...

One, two. One, two.

Thanks, Champ.

We have one more reason to level these motherfuckers.

Bury him, I buy you two new houses--one for each wife.

I will, boss. Damn right he is.

Let's go, baby. Let's go.

-One, two, three. -Ah!

-One, two. Jab, jab. -Ya!

-There you go, baby. -Ow!

With all the pageantry and respect

due an event of this magnitude, here come the fighters.

First in the ring, Dudley Mafee.

Ah, yes, the Mauler from Aurora

heading into the ring at 6'2".

What do you think, about 218 pounds?

218. That was the same exact weight

that Tyson was in his prime.

A very different 218 on the "Iron Mike" Tyson,

Bob, very different.

Next up, Dollar Bill Stearn.

Getting more of a George "The Animal" Steele vibe

from this one. I agree.

There appears to be a little bit of the animal in this guy.

Amazing. Axe got Deontay Wilder

in Dollar Bill's corner.

And over on Team Mafee,

we've got UFC heavyweight champ Stipe Miocic.

Dollar Bill! Dollar Bill!

And there's the bell.

All right, and we're under way.

-We're under way. -You got this, baby!

And...we're waiting for someone to get hit.

Ohh!

Oh!

Dollar!

Dollar Bill doesn't follow up.

He just moves back and celebrates.

Oh!

Not entirely legal, but it's the first guy to go down.

Fuck his ass up!

Well, patty-cake, and then there's a baker's man.

And with that, Rich,

he just punched him right in the fucking dick.

Oh, shit. Again, not entirely legal.

Both of them losing a lot of energy.

You can tell they're dripping sweat from everywhere.

They're out of shape.

They're all fucked up.

-Ohh! -Come on!

That's not legal. I'm gonna be honest, viewers.

This is probably one of the pussiest fights

I've ever seen in my life.

They stopped fighting before the bell.

And now Maffe's vomiting.

Ugh.

You got to keep going right now!

Let's go! Make it happen!

-Keep going! -You got to keep going!

That's the Bald Bull Charge

from Mike Tyson's Punch-Out!!

All right, this is quickly becoming a farce here.

Come on!

What is going on here?

This looks like an audition for the fucking Walking Dead.

Axe cannot be happy about this.

Down goes Dollar Bill.

-Just fucking stand up! -Get up, Bill!

Stand up!

And Mafee is trying to pull himself up,

but he's toast.

-Dig deep right now! -Get up!

Let's go. Get up. Get the fuck up. Let's go.

We have two fighters down.

And the round hasn't even started.

There's a concession stand in the ring.

This is beyond pathetic, Bob.

I think they're calling it a double loss?

When you talk about the shitbag titty fuck

of the night-- that's another fucking draw.

Ain't gonna be no rematch.

Don't want one.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, you will get your money back.

I will do it one at a...

Why's he so happy?

Fight was a draw. He had push.

I won. I motherfucking won.

I am a winner. Because I win.

I motherfucking win.

Not bad. Mm.

We could blow out that wall,

make a great room. -Mm-hmm.

Or a man cave for you.

Also just rip up this island and just flip the whole kitchen.

Yeah. We're gonna re-do all the floors anyway,

they're like from the '90s

Sorry, I thought we'd be done by now.

It's just so great. We love it.

--Nice to meet you.

When are you due? Next month.

Mm. Your first?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Good luck.

Thank you.

...Well, there they were.

We're really going to sell to them--

So they can come in here and tear this place apart.

I know you saw those cigars in his pocket.

He'll be puffing up a storm.

Whole place will smell like it.

You're right.

Like it or not, this is our home.

Was...

And I don't think I want them living in it.

So we take it off the market?

Maybe.

Oh, Wend,

oh, I was hoping you'd say that.

And does that mean

I can, uh, move back in to the bedroom?

Let's take it one step at a time, Chuck.

Thank you.

It's no big deal.

You had a shitty, shitty night.

After a couple of shitty days.

And you actually took the time to buy up the shares I needed.

Yeah. I found an index fund to release a block to me.

There's something for me in this too.

We combine our shares,

you get to make your takeover move on Saler's,

and I get a board seat.

I knew it was important to you...

And so it begins.

Yeah.

Now I'm at the starting line.

Why are you on my site?

Site's closed until further notice.

The fuck is this all about?

Security reasons.

This is what it's about, Dad.

Counterterrorism, drug enforcement, gangs.

Those illustrious task forces

are why you are the nation's finest.

Yes, Mr. Attorney General. They're the pride of the NYPD.

Yeah. Which is why I'm pulling 'em.

That prestigious work--

and the deep pocket funding of it--

will be going instead to your neighbors in New Jersey.

Now, that might not make you look too good...

Jesus--

unless what?

I guess this voting thing does matter that much to 'em.

Then you better fucking fix it.

Ohhh, I'll fix it.

Like Lyndon Johnson did the South.

For my own fucking reasons.