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They're in this. I can't
look away from it anymore.

The Ice Juice short,
how do I get a piece of that?

-I can make it happen.
-As much as I can get.

Will your father hold up
under questioning?

He's not taking my counsel
at the moment.

Do you want access?

Yes, I believe I do.

Just trace amounts
on my signal.

We have you
pissing in the soup.

And people's lives
were placed in jeopardy.

I was told
they weren't in any danger--

The man who instructed you.
Describe him.

Fifties. Bald.
Glasses...

After 18 hours,
the toxin would evaporate.

Do you want us
to check his lab?

And his home.

I disposed of the slide.

How?

You have to trust me.

If you don't want
to get on the stand,

then there needs to be
physical evidence.

An item that
could speak for you.

Finally got my read.

He's made a deal with
the government, and I'm fucked.

♪

♪

♪

♪

We wear them
for two reasons.

To keep the aromas
from escaping,

and to hide this shameful
and depraved act

from god.

Well, if there were
a god, I think he'd know.

♪

Fifty thousand.

The other 50 and the visas
for your family

you will get
on completion.

-Thank you.
-If all goes well,

we'll have them out of Congo
and in the States by summer.

And your Axelrod will be
where I once was.

Mm.

You have the item?

In here.

Now, the slide has an 18 hour
half-life at room temperature,

so make sure you plant it
in Axe's medicine cabinet

or someplace
away from sunlight.

Infiltration of
Axelrod's penthouse

involves the highest degree
of difficulty.

However, he will be
at Art Basel in three weeks--

--The luxe life
rolls on unabated--

--Mechanical work is scheduled
while he's away.

I will, uh, execute then.

Look, I don't want you
to get in trouble.

I won't.

Do you even know who I--

Why don't you get on
the little earpiece

and talk to the people
in there?

I am Head of Compliance.

Authorized personnel only.

They'll authorize me.

You're not on the list.

But those two are?

Jury consultants.

You give a guy
a little bit of authority.

Mason, Taylor.

Nope.

They're clearly jealous
of my standing in the company.

Pricks.

Status on the slide?

The slide is not
in evidence at Eastern.

Officially.

Somehow that doesn't
give me comfort.

Even if we could compromise
an assistant at Eastern

or remotely access
the FBI case file--

They'd hide it
under a code name.

Our motion to dismiss
is a much more direct solution.

If Eastern has the slide,
the motion forces them

to reveal the evidence
to prove they have a case.

And if they don't?

Bryan Connerty
has very little

on which to mount
his prosecution.

-You need me

If you come in, you got to
retain Bach's services.

Attorney-client privilege.

I don't need ya
that bad.

♪

Ooh.

Thank you.

Nice weeds.

So, this guy or...

girl or...whatever

couldn't spring for roses?

I'd have gotten you
a k.d. lang album

and tickets to UFC,
cover all the bases.

They're delphiniums.

The petals are clustered

according to
the Fibonacci Sequence.

Also called
the Golden Ratio.

It's a series of numbers
in which each number is

the sum of the two
preceding numbers.

It's frequently echoed
in art and in nature.

That's a good gift
too, then.

So, who's
the lucky...person?

Hmm.

From "Oscar."

Recent trip
to Silicon Valley.

Langstraat?

A big billie.

Nice.

That long distance shit
works for you?

If we were in the same place,
but each drawn to work

with 90 percent of our time,
it would be awkward,

or make it seem like
our feelings didn't matter.

This is better.

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Yo, quants.

You have back-test results
for me?

This is based on the exact
specs you gave me.

Not exactly, no. The specs
I gave you were not a wish list.

They included a threshold
for returns,

which this simulation
fails to meet.

Can you give us
next steps, then?

Vary position size
when the system

underperforms the market,
re-test and report back.

You know, every time
I eat pig's ears,

I'm reminded of how alert
and alive they once were.

Makes me feel
a little bad.

Favorite thing
on the menu.

Of course, you can have them
slice it for you

if it offends
your sensibilities.

No. I feel a little bad
about a lot of things I do.

Doesn't stop me.

That's the way.

Mmm!

Zinfandel goes
nicely, too.

Mm.

We need to begin
time-lining your run.

Scheduling events.
Introducing you to some people.

Uh, we couldn't, not while
I'm still in office.

Not as an official candidate,
of course.

But we'll have
some dinners.

Casual.

But not at all casual.

For the money folk,
it's a lot like watching

morning workouts
at Churchill Downs.

They get a feel for you.

They, uh,
assess your stride.

Then they decide how much
they're gonna wager.

Mm. While I work up
a good sweat.

I look forward to it.

I need to know
you're squared away.

I'm as locked down as a Firstie
at West Point, sir.

The Axelrod situation will
resolve itself very soon,

and favorably.

Then I will
be unencumbered.

How's your marriage?

Well, a man who makes
proclamations on that

tempts fate.

But solid.

Good.

Well, if you do have
a good one,

the campaign'll push it
to the brink.

-Mm.
-If you don't--

if there are
any weaknesses--

it'll blow out
like a bad sidewall.

No concern there.

I'll need to sit with her.

Grand. Do it.

Good.
Well, very good, really.

Nice eye contact.

You've always been
a man of purpose.

Which is exactly
what we need.

But we'll also turn you
into a man of the people.

I look forward
to meeting Wendy.

♪

♪

This is it, right,

the dismissal hearing?

Boss, I got
a good feeling about this.

Glad you're
so confident.

Already put
the Pink Champipple on ice.

Any day now,
you're gonna be back to trading,

and everything'll
be like it's supposed to.

Hold the bubbly,
Billy Buck Buck.

-No premature cele--
-Today's about recon.

I'll look
in their faces;

see if they have
something to hide.

Great suit.

Bespoke

Not a good time, leech.

Am I gonna have to
Mills Lane

every interaction
between you two?

-'Course not, come on.
-You're on your way to court.

I've worked
with Bryan Connerty,

studied him.

I can mirror the way
the guy thinks.

You ever want to bounce
anything off of me...

We know where
to find ya. Thanks.

Anyway, I'm right.

I feel it in my 'nads.

Are they ever wrong?

Spring break
senior year.

Señor Frog's.

Other than that--
hundred percent.

Go get 'em, Axe!

♪

♪

Ready?

I guess.

I have the case, I just
don't have the evidence.

Wrong answer.

You know the mantra
over at the DEA?

If you ain't got video,
you ain't got shit.

Well, we ain't got video,
Oliver. We got theories.

If I were DeGiulio
I'd dismiss this case.

Well, I do that too;

try and make each person's
argument in the courtroom

ahead of time so I can
make the counter argument.

But we don't have to
this time--

they need to deal with
the high bar to dismiss,

the customary deference
to Prosecution.

Not to mention
that dismissal

would be poor optics
for DeGiulio.

-He wants to sit this case.
-Mm.

You know
Axelrod is guilty.

Carry yourself with confidence
in the courtroom,

and DeGiulio
will know it, too.

Confidence?

Not even Evel Knievel
could jump the gap

between what I know
and what I can prove.

Then I suggest you do
what Mr. Knievel always did.

Rev her high.
Pray for mercy.

Try to put her down
on the ramp.

And hope you are
one of the elect.

Mr. Bach,
it's your motion.

-Move me.
-I will.

Like Brian's Song.

Because like Mr. Piccolo's
sad, short life,

Prosecution's case
starts off hopeful

but ends
in an untimely demise.

Your Honor,
to date, the government

hasn't alleged
sufficient evidence

that Mr. Axelrod
is guilty of any charges.

Yet my client
has been unfairly stripped

of his ability
to trade--

while his firm,
his employees,

and his family
have all been destabilized.

We ask that you bring
this baseless campaign

to its conclusion.

Your Honor, this
entire motion is premature.

The jury gets to decide issues
on material fact.

Whether or not
they believe the evidence.

Mr. Bach is saying
there's no evidence

for them to decide about.

We are pursuing
several threads.

So maybe it's not
this motion that's premature.

Maybe it's
your whole prosecution.

Testimony that
we initially promised to have,

that we meant to have,
should have

is not...available.

We have reason to believe
that several of our witnesses

have been tampered with.

Your Honor--

Mr. Bach, there's no jury to
hear your pained objections.

Mr. Connerty,
do you have any evidence

to back up that claim...for why
you don't have any evidence?

Not at this time.

Then...what do you have
at this time?

We are pursuing information
about an operative

we believe
is a direct link

between Mr. Axelrod
and the contaminant

that sabotaged
the juice company.

You have him in custody?

We are pursuing
the thread to him.

So, in other words,
all you have is evidence

against someone
who isn't me.

Mr. Axelrod, do I look
like I need your help?

Mr. Connerty, what do you know
about the operative so far?

Does he
have a name?

That's...part of what
we're trying to ascertain.

We do have witnesses
that can ID him.

If you find him.

Yes.

You a music fan,
Mr. Connerty?

Sure. Much as
the next guy.

Yo-Yo Ma,
Clancy Brothers and such.

I'm thinking of
the great George Clinton.

Who most famously said,

"Free your mind
and your ass will follow."

But only slightly
less known and far more apt

in the case at bar is,
"You can't fake the funk."

As much as I want
to dance to your tune,

if the groove isn't fat enough,
I'm just gonna stand in place.

And right now,
my feet aren't tapping.

That said,
I don't think you're lying.

I'm splitting the baby.

I'm granting Mr. Connerty
one more week.

At that time,
the prosecution will produce

evidence compelling enough
to sustain the case.

Or I will grant Mr. Axelrod
his dismissal.

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Hello?

Our project has been
fast-tracked.

It needs to be accomplished
within the week.

Well, the risks in execution
are significantly greater.

I'm going to need
to double my price.

So be it.

♪

♪

You rattled?

Do I look rattled?

If you weren't
a little rattled,

you'd have come
right to my office

when you saw the top floor
annexed like that.

But you played it cool.

You're right.

I wouldn't use the word
"rattled," but...

The situation upstairs
indicates increasing odds

of a worst-case scenario.

And you're sitting here
trying to figure out what?

It's on me to be ready

to address any
subsequent instability.

You're wondering
if Axe Capital can survive

Axe himself
going to jail.

Yes.

Not as we know it.

It'll be about mutation.

The capital will still
need to be managed.

The people here are capable
and the right ones to do it.

But can it thrive, grow,

and continue to really live
if Axe goes to jail?

That'll come down
to one thing.

You know what that is.

You.

But that's
not news to you.

Because part of you
wants that challenge,

part of you is
terrified of it,

and part of you
hates yourself

for hoping he does go away,
so you get a chance to see.

Yes.

Even now I measure myself
against him,

as though he were gone.

And the thought
of coming up short--

Measurable successes
are seductive.

Especially when
we're young.

But when it comes to dealing
with other human beings,

we have to steer
from instinct.

I don't trust instinct.

That's because
you're defining it

in some woo woo
spiritual way.

Don't.

Instead, think of your gut
as the deepest part of you,

the part that can do
internal calculations

on the highest plane.

Axe, at his best,
does this.

You want to be on his level,
in the purest way,

the most profound,
then you must, too.

Identify it.

Separate it
from your fears, your hopes,

the other voices
in your head.

Because if you don't cultivate
instinct, and listen to it--

you're fucking doomed.

♪

♪

You know what?

Now I am rattled.

♪

Bobby, they don't
have the slide.

Connerty's slow playing us.
He'll roll it out at trial.

Nope. If he were,
this was the moment

he would have produced it.

So now, we run out the clock
and game over.

It's pretty to think so.

When did you
become a dyspeptic?

When I started facing
jail time.

When did you become
a fucking Pollyannic?

You're convinced this evidence
is out there, fine.

Then tell me
what you want me to do,

because you're leaving me
no options.

You're not interested
in taking a plea,

you won't leave
the country--

What's the physical
security like

at the FBI
evidence lock-up?

-Come on.
-State of the art.

We'll look into it.

Get back to me
when you know more.

♪

We're almost home.

Don't let your paranoia make you
take unnecessary risks.

Not unnecessary if they
keep me out of jail.

Come with me.

I'm sorry, man.
The deal is off.

Mr. Aduba--Roland--

I won't accept that;
I can't.

Axelrod's residence is
wrapped in barbed wire.

There's simply no way

to penetrate it
in a matter of days.

The whole fifty.
A full refund.

You know, I usually
don't do such a thing.

And your family?

Without me, they may never
set foot on these shores.

If I'm in jail again,
then I'll be useless to them.

I can shield you
from that.

I cannot
perform miracles.

Neither can you.

♪

Perhaps there's an employee
at Axe Capital

you can persuade
to put it there.

Such as your wife.

Good luck, mukuyu.

♪

♪

♪

I didn't know
you were a runner.

Just about at
my lactate threshold.

Really clears the mind,

optimizes my performance
at the office.

Yes. Head of Compliance,
is it?

That must be quite a job,
keeping those hooligans in line.

I'm tough with them,
and they respect me for it.

And I got to say,
it's nice

working for a winner
for a change.

Really.

Wasn't that long ago we were
working alongside each other

to nail Bobby Axelrod,
and now he's a winner?

You never did nail him.

Ah. Guess you
got me there.

So, what can I do
for you, Chuck?

It's a simple assignment,
easily accomplished.

Use your access to help
close out this case

against your momentary boss,

then rejoin
the righteous.

You want me to be
a cuckoo bird,

sneaking my eggs
into another mother's nest.

destruction.

Beautiful and total.

You would be
well-rewarded.

Rewarded. How?

Well, when Axe Capital
is inevitably found guilty

of securities violations,
you have my assurance--my word--

that you, as Head of Compliance,
would be protected.

I'm not
some cuckoo bird, Chuck.

I'm a golden eagle.

So why would I do
anything for you?

It's unfortunate
I have to say it.

You know what
I have on you.

You mean accusations
of a decades-old impropriety--

Date rape.

We're not
in Hollywood, Chuck.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Say it loud enough, they might
even make me president.

♪

♪

Probably not your best move
right now.

I need you to hear
what you wouldn't let me say

-in the courtroom.
-I heard what you said.

Men like
Axelrod do what they need to do.

You counter not in here,
in the courtroom. With evidence.

-In a week?
-In a week.

Goodbye, Mr. Connerty.

No!

Why the hell would you risk
coming to my chambers

just to turn heel
and walk out?

What weak cheese is that?

You said "goodbye."

I'm a judge.
I give orders all day.

You're a litigator.

You find a way to disobey them
without getting nailed for it.

Then I'm not leaving
until you give me an answer.

That sensation you're feeling,
it's known as the Dip.

Seth Godin coined it.

Feels like the moment
before defeat.

It's actually the moment
before success.

Feels more
like Death Valley.

You care so fucking much.
I love that.

I love that.
You're meant for this shit.

Dig in, man.

The world has lost
countless artists and artisans

and engineers
and even politicians who quit

because they cared too much
to come up short

and yet also too much
to keep going.

You push through that Dip
right now,

maybe you put Axelrod
where he needs to be.

Why are you
out of breath?

Bike ride.
I have a recumbent.

Great for the hills
out here.

Of course.
More aerodynamic.

Where are you?

Meditation room.

Oh. I'll go
to mine, too!

Why you hiding out
in there?

I'm not hiding.
My office has been commandeered.

I'm working through issues
with my algorithm

and it's the only place
that's quiet.

You ran
another back-test?

My programmers didn't
correct for slippage.

They're software,
not finance.

I have a vision for it
that I haven't yet been able

to realize in my design.

A phrase uttered
by the architect

of every great invention.

I can keep tweaking it
and improve it incrementally,

or--

Or start over.

Crap. Yes.

I'd have to gut it.

Feel like I just
kicked over your Lego city.

What you said is true.
Just frustrating.

Breaking trail
is a lonely calling.

Hang in.

♪

♪

Fuck.

Uh-oh.

Send in Orrin Bach.

--They're gonna like
this. You're doing a great job.

-I promise.
-Sorry.

I know I'm not allowed
in the clubhouse, but Axe?

The baton is
in my hand.

Sign this standard
retainer letter.

You know what my favorite
Olympic event is?

It's the four
by 100 meter relay.

Because it's
about teamwork.

It's about the pass.

Right now,
I've got the baton.

But I'm passing it
to you, Axe.

You're the anchor.

You're gonna
bring it home.

You are gonna win.

What am I gonna win?

Your case.

Because of the baton?

Yes.

Which in this case
is not an actual baton,

but is Dr. Wendy Rhoades.

-What

I've been doing a little
sleuthing about the IPO;

you know,
winners and losers.

And I discover
that one particular fund

made a killing that day
shorting the stock.

So I look to see
whose account it is,

and I notice
there's an irregularity.

So I keep digging,

and lo and behold--
it's Wendy's.

The name on the account had been
flipped with someone else's.

Now this is the first time
she has ever even made a trade,

herself, in her whole history
at Axe Cap.

So I get a buddy of mine who
works for the NSA to find out

where she was
when she called in

-the order for the short.
-Wait.

You had the NSA
look into Wendy?

Completely off-book.

But guess
where it pinged?

Southern District
of New York.

Chuck's office.

We got some real
Whitewater shit here.

with this
in Bryan Connerty's hands,

the spotlight
moves off of you

and shines all over
Mr. and Mrs. Rhoades.

Chaos grenade.

If this were
the four by 100 meter relay,

you would be disqualified for
sniffing glue on the team bus.

This is
the worst fucking idea

anyone's brought me
in over a year.

Um--

Eh, you know, I am
gonna try and forget

we just had
this little moment.

Also, the two thousand that
I spent retaining Bach for you.

He's not wrong.

Exposing Wendy's short
could be good for us;

I've said it before.

she is off limits.

You still here?

I already told Connerty.

I went full Le Carré.

♪

♪

The only reason
you're not flying

is because
these windows don't open.

And we can't fire you right now
because it wouldn't look good.

But get the fuck
out of our sight.

And stay there.

♪

♪

I have to tell her.

Fuck.

Godspeed.

♪

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♪

♪

Come in.

Are you okay?

♪

Bobby. Out with it.

The Feds have
your Ice Juice short.

♪

It was Spyros.
To Connerty.

He thought he was helping me.
I just found out.

Are you sure
it wasn't you?

Not how it happened.
I promise.

♪

♪

So, Spyros.

size of the position,
your trading history.

Even when and where
you called in the order.

I could...

Chuck has said if these events
get interpreted in this way--

painting me
as a co-conspirator--

I could end up...

Yes. Jail.

But I will not
let that happen.

I'll get you whatever
you need.

The best lawyers;
I'll pay for everything.

You have the best lawyers.
Look where you're at.

I thought
I had this locked down.

Well, you didn't.

♪

to protect
those you love.

And I, too, failed.

♪

What words do you need me to say
to make you feel safe?

Are there any?

Really?

No. Not really.

Right.

I need to go.

♪

How do you communicate
with people?

In these kinds
of situations?

Oh. Here.
Take my burner.

Don't you need it?

No. I got plenty.

Call me anytime.

♪

♪

It's me.

I need to see you.

Remember back when I
asked you for those SEC files?

The transactions
of all the people

who bought and sold stock
in the Ice Juice IPO?

You know how you never
got them for me?

I got 'em anyway.

Tell me again
how we have to leave Chuck

out of this investigation.

♪

Forgive me, Lord.

You're right.

It's time.

♪

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It wasn't Axe;
Axe is fighting for me.

Ari Spyros told him.

He thought he was
protecting Axe.

Yeah. And he knew
he was fucking me.

How are we gonna
make this okay?

♪

Chuck! I need you
to tell me something.

There is one avenue
that may still be open to us.

Connerty?

I need to make him
want to get Axelrod

more than he wants
to get me.

♪

♪

♪

What if I took a plea?

I understand you have
an attachment to Wendy,

but this isn't just a question
of you sacrificing yourself.

In every battle
there are casualties.

You're talking about
surrendering your kingdom

to save a single
loyal soldier.

She saved me.

And she's not just
a loyal soldier,

she's the company's
fucking spirit animal.

My people come unglued,
she puts them back together,

and better than
they were before.

Your own personal
Oscar Goldman.

If you will.

You owe her, too.

That spread of yours
out in Sagaponack?

You wouldn't have that
without me,

and I wouldn't have
Axe Cap without her.

You'd have to
make a statement

that precludes any notion
that you were baited.

Otherwise Connerty could still
pursue them for conspiracy.

You'd be absolving
Chuck Rhoades of any blame.

You'll get
seven years. Minimum.

And you'll do over 80 percent
of it because it's Federal.

Lara will be a pariah.

Your sons
will be scarred;

it'll haunt them
all their lives.

Maybe more
than it will yours.

♪

I'll let you know
what I decide.

-Jesus Christ.
-When you're hungry in an hour,

go get yourself
some real sashimi.

Oh, god.
Is that pineapple?

You got something to say to me,
do it through proper channels.

Don't hijack my lunch.

Or open your mouth and make
things even worse for yourself.

There's nothing
you can offer me anymore

to keep yourself
out of this.

There's a chance
your wife can.

If she says exactly what I need
her to, in court, under oath.

You won't even
do me the courtesy

of listening for a minute

I'm gonna come by
your house tonight,

and the three of us
will talk.

On the record.

So whatever you want to say,
save it for there.

And get Wendy ready, too.

If you'd rather do it
in an interview room at Eastern,

that's okay by me--
but you better bring a lawyer.

And I bet it isn't
gonna be Ira Schirmer.

Redecorating?

Bedroom, yeah.

You here to help me
pick out the duvet?

No, I'm here
to give you a heads-up.

I think I'm gonna
take a plea.

You swore
you'd never do that.

Well, things
have changed.

Like what?

Doesn't matter.

So what does this mean

We're gonna need to work out
a visitation plan.

Figure out what's best
for the boys.

We'd probably move.

Maybe California.

You'd move?

You just said we need to figure
out what's best for the boys,

and that's
what would be best.

What, them never seeing me?

They barely see you now.

And that hurts them, but at
least they still worship you.

I'd be protecting that.

You'd be ripping my heart
out of my chest.

I'll do it
without hesitating.

And no family court judge will
stop me with you in prison.

What do you think
it'd be like for the kids,

going to see their dad
on the inside?

Do you really want them
seeing you cut down like that?

No.

I don't want
any of this.

But California?

Yeah, it's better
not to be surrounded

by people
who know who you are.

Not to mention
where you are, and why.

Be too hard on them.

♪

Bobby, you and I...

we ended up here,
for now,

but I know I didn't make
a mistake about you when we met.

About who you were.

Who you are.

And that guy would
never give in,

because that guy would never
believe, even for one second,

that he couldn't find a way
to convince not one,

but all twelve jurors
to see things his way.

Especially if it meant
losing not only his freedom,

but his family.

♪

♪

When we spoke this morning,
you were in California.

Too much?

I've been dealing with this
with my performance coach.

I can be...unreserved,

a quality others
have found off-putting.

I don't.
Not in the least.

Twizzlers, Bit O' Honeys,
Juicy Fruit.

Standard coding provisions.

You came to help me
with the algorithm?

To keep you company.
You don't need my help.

I'm grateful,
but I have to wonder

if this is really
the best use of your time.

Or your jet.

This morning
you got me thinking

about my first job
in Silicon Valley.

The whole time
I worked there, we never knew

if the company was gonna be
alive at the end of the day.

So?

We kept our heads down
and grinded.

My work was exciting.

But there were nights...
I'd be in my cube,

the only one around.

I remember feeling like
it would've been nice

to have someone around
to play Dragon Quest with.

We'll go to my place.
I'll get my coat.

♪

♪

I know you and Dake
had some kind of deal.

Kind of had it figured
from day one.

I mean, how does that guy
get appointed U.S. Attorney?

But things got
really interesting

the day your best friend
was supposed to testify

against Axelrod--and instead
came in and rolled on you.

Whatever Ira
may have said--

Sure, I know.

He's a disgruntled investor.

Hmm? That's what
your dad said.

He's looking at
a perjury charge

when I puncture
that bullshit affidavit--

but that's later.

Ira said
you baited Axelrod,

which, I admit, seemed
a little farfetched.

And then I learned
about the role Wendy played.

And Ira's statement began
to seem pretty credible.

I know it all sounds...
very bad.

And I might conclude
the same thing if I was you,

but you have to believe me,
I didn't have a role.

There was no conspiracy.

A jury's gonna have a really
hard time buying that.

It's a little premature
to be talking about juries.

There doesn't have to
be a jury at all.

You can turn yourself in
right now.

This can go
one of two ways.

You decide
to fight this,

and I charge the two of you
equally as co-conspirators.

Or, you both
take a plea

and cooperate
against Axe.

Chuck'll do time
but you won't.

Whatever the medical board
decides to do with you

is their business--
but at least Kevin and Eva

will have someone
at home with them.

What is this really
about for you?

I think you used to have
a moral compass.

And it served you--

got you where you are,
made you great.

Then it got warped,
or broken.

But mine wasn't.

And you saw that
and it killed you.

So you found
a way to use it

and my loyalty
to your advantage.

Oh, by making sure you lead
the Axelrod investigation?

By getting rid of me.

Shipping me to Eastern
so I wouldn't be around

to see you pulling
Dake's strings.

I have done nothing
but guide you.

Mentor you, prepare you
to take my place

at that office.

I gave you yet another
career-making case,

and you fucked it up

by focusing on me
and some phantom crime

you think
my wife and I committed.

Next time we talk,
there should be lawyers present.

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You know who this is?

He works for Axelrod.

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That's okay.

I'll wait until you're in
the witness box, under oath.

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I feel bad...for the kids.

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We're gonna need lawyers.

Separate ones.

Keep even one of us
out of prison.

♪

♪

If I ever do have
a last supper,

it's gonna be hard
to top this.

Which is why I wanted you
to have the ortolan tonight,

commander, as a reminder
of how alive you yet are.

Wylie, how do I eat it?

Whole, sir.

In France, ortolan were
only ever to be eaten

by royalty
or in the monasteries.

And hunters would
bring them as absolute tribute

for being allowed
to work the land.

The birds are trapped
where grapes grow

so their insides have
the flavor of the terroir,

the taste,
of the land,

all the way down
to the guts and the bones.

Which is why
we don't carve them.

It's against the law
to eat them

in France now, isn't it?

Illegal the world over.

Because there are those
who don't recognize

what truly matters.

Because they're
so delicious?

Because, in a crueler time,
they were blinded.

Their eyes would
be gouged out

so they would think
it was nighttime,

which
makes them ravenous.

So they would
gorge themselves

until they were three times
their natural size.

That we don't do anymore.

But it's still
death by Armagnac,

they're drowned in it.

Very much
how I'd like to go.

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Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

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I don't know about you,

but I just had
a religious experience.

At the climax I felt the crack
of its little rib cage,

then the hot juices
rushing out down my gullet.

Sublime.

Yes.

It was.

Got any more?

I'm still
a little peckish.

You know what
they say about ortolan--

one is bliss,
two is gluttony.

How about three?

Let's find out.

♪

♪

How you doing?

A bit like one of those
little birds we just ate

right before
they turn out the lights.

♪

♪

You know what
this reminds me of?

The night we cracked
ten billion.

You and me,
night fishing off City Island.

What a beautiful
fucking night.

Stars out,
stripers hitting.

One tub full of fish,
the other tub full of bourbon.

Most newly minted
deca-billionaires

would have checked out
with a few Spiegler girls

and enough mushrooms for
a three day binge in Chamonix.

How often do you get
to come home at dawn

with six striped bass
in your trunk?

♪

Jesus, what
the fuck happened.

You fought the law.

The law won.

I'm going out
to face them alone.

You slip out the back.

I'll be fine.

Yeah, you will.

So will you.

I'm gonna miss you.

Thanks for the friendship.

♪

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Oh, did I wake you?

No.

Where'd you get that?

Oh, I came down looking for
the rest of Eva's birthday cake.

You told me to toss it.

So I walked to the corner deli
and I got this.

And how long are you gonna
sit there staring at it?

I can't quite
bring myself.

I want it, but I don't.

I should have called
Foley's office

and canceled for tomorrow.

Last thing I need is
to be forced to smile

for an hour
over breakfast pastry.

Better that
you didn't cancel.

We're gonna need him
on our side, whatever may come.

I thought he was
on your side.

Yeah, well, meeting you
will cement it.

There isn't a person alive

who wouldn't
fall under your spell.

Thank you,
but I don't even know

what that means anymore.

I'm so scared.

I will turn myself
in tomorrow.

To spare you
a lengthy sentence.

For the kids' sake
as much as for you.

That is
a magnificent gesture.

And not one
I'm willing to live with.

♪

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♪

Had it ever
come to pass,

I think we would have been
damn good at being governor.

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Dad.

What the hell could
you possibly want?

♪

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Okay.

♪

♪

I'm not sure
I'd know how to operate

with the finesse and delicacy
that you do, Mrs. Rhoades,

serving two masters,

or should I say,
having the two

actually serve you.

You came up
in Albany politics,

I can't imagine there's
an alignment of forces

you haven't seen before.

Well, I just think
it's fascinating.

Audacious.

That's not always
how it feels.

'Course not.

No, when you're
in it, it's, uh...

well, it's like being
at the bottom of a waterfall.

You can't decide whether
to dive in and swim

or cover your head and try
to get one decent breath

before you expire.

Much like
a campaign,

or being the First Lady
of the state.

It's a shame most folks will
never get to see your act, Jack.

Ah, you and I have
a lot in common that way.

You know, I always found
the most satisfaction--

and the most success--
on the sidelines.

Reading the field,
calling the plays.

Eventually, it, uh...

Well, it was no longer that I
simply had the ears of titans.

I learned to like
moving them around too.

What do you do when
there's no play to be made?

When no matter what you choose,
it'll end in disaster?

Classic double-bind.

There's a zen koan where
the teacher holds a stick.

He says to his student, "If you
tell me this stick is real,

I will beat you with it.

If you tell me
it is not real,

I will
beat you with it.

If you say nothing,
I will beat you with it."

And so, the student
reaches out,

grabs the stick,
and breaks it.

If a situation is
untenable, Mrs. Rhoades,

you break
that fucking stick.

There is no reason
on this earth

that you should go to jail
while Axelrod doesn't.

If you have taught me anything,
you have taught me that.

I swear, Axelrod is
going down with me.

Do you know how
you're gonna do that?

I had procured
a piece of evidence, a slide,

and I had planned
to use an unsavory character

to plant it
in Axelrod's home;

was prepared to pay dearly
for the operative.

However I now seem
to have run out of options.

Don't tell the kids anything
until the verdict is announced.

And never let them
see your shame.

Bearing, son, is all.

More bad news?

Perhaps the contrary.

I have to go.

Uh...

I've been given
a last chance.

That slide may yet
find purchase.

Where are you?

I need to see you.

Name the place.

♪

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♪

Sacker.

Have Allerd get a judge
standing by

to execute a search warrant by
7 a.m. tomorrow, at the latest.

Has to be Allerd,
can't be you.

More details to come.

♪

♪

♪

You know where
we are, right?

♪

And you know
this is the only way.

Does he know?

Not yet.

♪

♪

Oh, I should've known
something like this was coming.

Ballsy.

Can we come in?

Huh.

You know, last time I saw you,
you were behind bars.

Tell me, does living
in a space this palatial

actually erase the memory

of that badly lit cell
in Brooklyn?

Or maybe you just felt the need
to swing your dick one last time

in anticipation
of a place far worse.

You managed to get your foot
caught in the rope

tossing me overboard,
there, Chuck.

Now, I may pop to the surface,
but you are going under.

Congratulations. Enough.

I didn't bring us
all together

so I could mediate
your puerile bullshit.

This is how we ended up here
in the first place.

Because the two of you,
at your absolute fucking worst,

went after each other
like a couple of pit bulls.

And now we're all three of us
royally fucked,

in a way
that's so incestuous

that if one of us
goes to prison, we all do.

Conversely, if we want
to get ourselves

out of this clusterfuck--

It's one for all
and all for one?

Sit.

Oh, she has
you well-trained.

Chuck, calm down.

And I don't remember
giving you permission to speak.

Sit down.

She is effective.

Now, we are all
going to sit here

and calmly discuss
how to undo this thing.

And we're not leaving
until we solve it. Yes?

I'll discuss it.

Why I'm here.

Good.

As much as you two
fucking hate each other,

your only objective
right now is survival.

And if you are going to
save yourselves--

and me--

you both need to
surrender your weapons.

♪

Empty the caches,
all of it.

It all goes on the table.

Understood?

♪

How do I know
I can trust him?

How do I know
I can trust him?

Trust me.

♪

♪

Uh, is it all right
if I go to the bathroom?

Yeah, sure.

It's...down there.
Take a left.

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Full transparency.

I give you my word.

You want transparency?

How fucking clear
is this?

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