All language subtitles for Billions.S04E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[Taylor] Previously
on Billions...

I get we're in a game
that requires us to win.

I got tired of beating up
on the defenseless.

There are things they were
comfortable with at Axe Cap

that we will never
do here.

You think that I let
the Attorney General

stick his hand up my ass
and run me like a sock puppet.

I'm just glad
I got out of there

before I had to get
caught up in any of that.

Oh, I'm really glad
to see you here tonight,

in that Brioni suit,
which is the mark

of the lawyer who is
successful at everything

that doesn't really matter.

There's no shame
in not being able to hack it

at the highest levels
of the real game,

but the revisionist history,
that's for your wife at home--

not for the man
who fucking knows better.

We put out this fire by
sucking oxygen out of the room.

I'm glad to continue...
To renew...

[Taylor] Axe got to
all of the bankers.

Winston and the quant team have
a huge stat arb opportunity

that I'm gonna have to
leave on the table

if we don't lock in leverage
by end of week.

Mm.

Can I get the box?

This is working for me.

Please?

You once told me
you knew people who...

switched it up.

But that's not Chuck,
not his arousal template.

[Troy] For him it's not a game.
It's rooted deep.

They are trying to hang you
from the yardarm.

Make them defend
instead of attack.

All I want is vengeance,
and it will be had.

And we all know
what I need to do it.

A perch.

If you try to again put yourself
in a position of public trust,

I will be forced to
let slip the dogs of war.

"I am chomping at the bit to be
your next Attorney General"!

-Yes!
-[cheers and applause]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ Bruce Springsteen's
"Atlantic City" ♪

♪ Well, they blew up
the chicken man ♪

♪ In Philly last night ♪

♪ Now they blew up
his house, too ♪

♪ Down on the boardwalk ♪

♪ They're gettin' ready
for a fight ♪

♪ Gonna see what them ♪

♪ Racket boys can do ♪

♪ Now there's trouble busin' in
from outta state ♪

♪ And the D.A.
can't get no relief ♪

♪ Gonna be a rumble out
on the promenade ♪

♪ And the gamblin'
commission's ♪

♪ Hangin' on by the skin
of its teeth ♪

♪ Well, now,
everything dies, baby ♪

[Axe] Where are we at?

[Hall] Couldn't establish
internal surveillance.

Fuck.

We knew Taylor wasn't
gonna leave a key

under the welcome mat.
Who set up their security,

fuckin' George Smiley?

No. Someone else.
I know him by reputation.

He's a good man.
Thorough.

[Hall] I didn't come
entirely empty handed.

Mason Capital's
remote logins

haven't been given
adequate scrutiny yet.

They will soon, no doubt,
but for now...

It's not what you wanted,
but--

MaseCap's positions
and trading pattern.

Can we do anything
with that?

We can use size
to soak up the alpha.

It's not a body blow,
maybe not even worth the effort.

No, we can do something
with that.

Unsettle 'em.
Throw 'em off their game.

[Wendy] Buy up
the price on names

[Wendy] they want to increase
their size in.

Costing them upside

and picking tiny little
percentages off their profits.

It'll be like the old
water torture--

drip, drip, drip.

Like the Japanese
in W.W.II.

Even though the Chinese
invented it--

No they didn't--

Then why is it called
'Chinese Water Torture?'

[Axe] Taylor will
try to ignore it.

Tell themselves that it's just
a few bips here or there.

But it won't work.

Their need for
mathematical perfection

will erode
their well-being.

Then a real mistake
can be induced.

If you ever get tired
of working for him, call me.

Oh, she's not
going anywhere.

She's right, you know.
The Chinese didn't invent it.

Hippolytus de Marsiliis did,

an Italian.

[elevator dings]

♪ upbeat music ♪

-Morning, Peach.
-[woman] Morning.

♪♪♪

[clears throat]
Take a look.

♪♪♪

[thumb drive beeps]

♪♪♪

Lock in all these positions,
Big Gulp size.

♪♪♪

Excuse me, Axe.

There are other plays
that would yield more upside.

Yeah. We're limiting the upside
for someone else.

Oh.
Exciting.

And a little scary.

[Dollar Bill] ♪ Well they
blew up the chicken man ♪

♪ In Philly last night... ♪

♪ And they blew up
his house too-- ♪

[Dollar Bill]
♪ Out on the boardwalk ♪

♪ They're gettin' ready
for a fight, wanna ♪

Stop it.
♪ See what-- ♪

[sighs]

I got chicken business
with you.

[grunts]

[telephone rings in distance]

What do you know
about the Chicken Man?

♪ dramatic music ♪

[chickens cluck]

♪♪♪

What's the thing?

Arkansas Chicken Index.
You know?

Given that Arkansas
is a major chicken producer,

and you getting so geeked
you broke out the Boss for us,

I'm assuming it's an important
fucking index.

It's a market mover.
The numbers dictate the price.

And Chicken Man's the guy
who puts out

[Axe] the Arkansas
Chicken Index.

'Zactly.
Latest numbers land today.

We need to be long.

Because there won't
be any chickens?

It's better than that.
There's plenty of chickens.

And the early chicken action
is counting on that.

But Chicken Man will say
that there's very few chickens.

And the price
will skyrocket.

Why will he say that?

'Cause he's supposed
to drag his ass out

to multiple farms
and production houses

to get an accurate count.

But the guy's
Otis of Mayberry.

[Dollar Bill] So he'll
go to one or two,

[Dollar Bill] to make an
appearance, but that's it,

[Dollar Bill]
he's not counting shit.

[Dollar Bill] What the guy
does is, he sits there

[Dollar Bill]
on his couch and calls

[Dollar Bill] a few of
the major poultry producers

[Dollar Bill] and just asks
them for their numbers.

Yeah, I need to get
a report on the birds.

And they say
their numbers are low

'cause it keeps the prices high.
Right.

It's like a teacher letting
a kid grade his own tests.

♪♪♪

If the Chicken Man
is wrong,

why does he get
to stay the Chicken Man?

Because he's wrong in the way
the producers want him to be.

They installed him.
And they keep him in place.

He's a chicken patsy.

I assume you've got
a solid source.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Wags] How do you know
the Mobilized Meals gal?

How do you know where
to find mustache wax?

If it's crucial,
you get it done.

What does he eat?

She says he's partial
to chicken.

♪♪♪

Bill...

what's your level
of certainty?

♪♪♪

I am not uncertain.

Size up the position.

Could mean
a 300 million dollar win.

♪♪♪

[Senior] It's time for Pericles
to stroll the Parthenon.

You smile,
shake some hands.

Like a pol on the hustings.
Which you are.

Make the important people
feel important.

If they were
really important,

they wouldn't need me
to make 'em feel that way.

As Michel Foucault said--

Save that falderal for someone
with nothing better to do

than to parse
your Ivory Tower crap.

Maybe I'll just
stay home.

Son, are you hungover?

Because it's one thing
for a governor

to start his day at 11 a.m.,

but a New York State
Attorney General

needs to be a credible sentinel
on the watchtower.

Not in the bag,

it's a migraine
wearing out its welcome.

Well, walk it off.

The leaders of Local 1199,

the Service Employees
International East,

will be here at my casino
for the opening--

Yours?

My land, so close enough.

Now, these guys represent
400,000 votes.

You've got
some glad-handing to do.

Oh, my God.

I heard that.

Do you think JFK complained
when Ol' Papa Joe

sat him down
with the steel workers?

You're delivering Schenectady,
Dad, not Ohio.

Schenectady is the Ohio
of New York State.

Be here.

[door opens]

[sighs]

-[cellphone thuds]
-[doors close]

Donna, did you get
more Excedrin?

All I got is Tums.

Does that help?

No. It really doesn't.

Can't say I'm sad
about that.

Oh. You're a real
empath, Lonnie.

[chuckles] My empathy
for you died the night

of your hateful soliloquy
at that restaurant.

Sympathy went too considering
you gave it in front of my wife.

Regrettable.

But like all men
of consequence,

we put it aside to move forward
toward our common goal.

Yeah.
We tried to do that.

But the fundraiser is off.

Getting behind me
is good for your firm.

You made them see that.

I rope in donations
from the partners,

you get to flaunt
your political clout.

You don't know there's
a missile coming at you.

[chuckles] I'm the hermit
kingdom right now.

Plenty of armament pointed
at me at all times.

No.
Not pointed.

Launched.

I got called for comment
on an article about you,

about an old case
that you failed to prosecute.

So did my firm's PR rep.
Because of the event.

Which case?

SugarVape.

Flavors designed
to hook kids.

Marketing
to target them.

And a whistleblower
you hung out to dry.

The guy didn't have the goods.
That case couldn't be won.

We would've looked
like schmucks on wheels

if I brought that
to court.

This editor
running the piece

seems to think that
his readers will find

the SugarVape CEO's relationship
with various members

of your father's social group
very titillating.

[sighs]
Fuck.

Which editor?

Lucien Porter.

Don't cancel
the fundraiser.

Oh, I will spike that article.
You know I will.

Why should I?

You finally have
the advantage on me.

You keep this alive,
I actually owe you.

[scoffs]

Tell you
what I'll do.

-I'll hold off for now.
-Uh-huh.

But at a certain point,

this is gonna be
out of my hands.

So why don't you

get that Excedrin

and do what
you have to do.

[chuckles]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Taylor] Something
isn't right.

Explain the discrepancy

between realized gains
and expectations.

[Taylor] And don't you
dare blame latency.

Okay...

Transaction costs were
a little higher than we modeled.

There seems to be more
adverse selection

than we anticipated--
Can we just say it?

We're getting
front run somehow.

Obviously.
This is about the how--

Man, I fucking knew it.

There was something unnatural
about the way

we were getting
sawed off.

I even started an email
to let you know.

I'm Cassandra,

always seeing
the future.

[Hammon] You never
sent the email.

The difference between
you and Cassandra is:

She didn't wait until after
the fact to say it aloud.

Pwned like
in the aughts!

It's pronounced "owned."
Which, yes.

I only thought it
but didn't say it.

Doesn't count.
Damnit--

Finish this
at your desks.

[door closes]
You have it?

-Axelrod.
-[Taylor] Yes.

Couldn't have been
a huge money maker for him.

So his objective
wasn't profit.

It was disruption.

Strategy was to get in my head,
make me obsess over it.

And I did,
for a minute.

-Should we involve Grigor?
-No.

Can't seem dependent
on him in that way.

But we do need to seal the
cracks in our infrastructure.

I'll make sure Cook
is on top of it.

Thank you.

[telephone rings]

Yes?

Send him up.

-♪ dramatic music ♪
-[telephone clacks]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[elevator dings]

Nice to see you.

And you.

So.

This is your shop?

This is my shop.

Not much to it,
is there?

Don't places like these
usually spend

buckets of money on nice digs
to impress their clients?

You don't want
to seem gilded.

Highlight
the brain power instead.

Clean. Simple.
Direct.

That's how we make
an impression now.

Simple or not,
it's nice.

It's...

cool.

I guess could be a word.

How about I have my executing
trader give you a tour.

Neat.

Mafee, I'd like you
to meet Douglas Mason.

Nice to meet you,
Mr. Mason.

Yes. This is...

He's my father.

Okay.

♪ dramatic music ♪

There comes a time, Lucien,
when ideology meets reality.

Even in
the newspaper business.

And that's when we Oddfellows
swallow petty grievances

and divine
a productive way forward.

Your theatrical way
of asking me to kill

the SugarVape story?

[sighs]

On a nice afternoon in
your next incarnation,

maybe.

I'm working on a tighter
schedule than that.

[Porter] "You used to think
that it was so easy,

you used to say
that it was so easy.

But you're trying,
you're trying now."

Doobies?
Doobie Brothers?

Gerry Rafferty.

My first job was writing
record reviews--

you remember stuff.

I'll tell you what else
I remember:

You didn't take me down to
Baker Street when you could've.

If you had, we could come
to an agreeable compromise

now over milkshakes
and handjobs.

But you didn't.

I get that your ass
is chapped, Lucien--

When you were
US Attorney,

you dealt your goods
all over the place.

But not to me.

You wanna go to Baker Street,
baby, we'll go now.

Tell me how
I can serve you.

The reason I came here is:
I want your comment

on the story
I am running.

Why did you bow to pressure
and fail to prosecute?

Who'd you make
the sweetheart deal with?

What do you think happens
when a man resorts to threats

in an effort to solicit
my attention?

♪ dramatic music ♪

What do you think happens
to that man

when I'm seated in
the State AG's office?

That's assuming you win.

And if I were the sort of fella
who liked to throw the dice,

that's not the direction
I'd toss 'em.

You should know,
that's not how dice work.

You're not the only man in
this town with a dick to swing.

-You've got enemies.
-Oh.

I've got a good idea
about who they are.

Who put you up on this nonsense.
I won't say the names.

But I will say: I've found
their help comes cheap.

[Chuck] Hell,
sometimes free.

Oh. You're too old not to know
that what's free is flimsy.

You want this story
to be true so badly

that it's got
you believing in unicorns.

No.
Nothing so exotic as that.

Just corruption.

Yours.
Porter.

"This city desert
makes you feel so cold.

It's got so many people,
but it's got no soul."

Remember that.

I'm offering you a glimpse
of the future:

You publish that piece,

it'll backfire.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[groans]

First round of pink slime is
on me after this baby comes in.

-That stuff is horrifying.
-I don't mind it.

We can fry it,
with some hot chiles,

or use it as a base
for soup and--

Here it is.
♪ dramatic music ♪

[computer chimes]

[all groan]
What?

Problems
in Chickenland?

The motherfucking
report's delayed.

Why?

Motherfuck if I know.

♪♪♪

[ringing]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[ringing continues]

[clicks]

♪♪♪

I need to get
with Mobilized Meals.

Find out why Chicken Man's
in the vapor.

♪♪♪

-Where you going?
-[Axe] Arkansas.

To fix this.

I looked at the gap
in our cyber defense.

I identified the vulnerability
and stitched it up crudely,

but it's gonna take a day or two
to reliably address the issue.

Make it a day,
not two.

You got it.

[Taylor] Thank you, Cook.

Keep Sara in the loop
on this.

Ran it by her first.

[door opens]

[door closes]

♪ dramatic music ♪

--Just the most considerate kid
you'd ever seen.

No, not considerate like
she did nice things for people.

Considered like
she was always

measuring information
around her.

That sounds about right.

Only now they're considerate
in both ways.

No, no,
she was sweet, too.

When she was real little,
she always told me

that when she grew up
she wanted to marry me.

[chuckles]

Now I wonder what I should
have read into that.

Affection.

And that when I was six,
I didn't know that many people.

Well, it was cute, anyway.

I got some work
to do.

Douglas, it was a pleasure
talking with you.

Thank you for
showing me around.

Excluding you,
every person you see

in this office
is under my employ.

They have chosen to work here
because they respect me

and they respect my vision.
They're smart to.

In the future, if you find
yourself in conversation

with one of them,
pay close attention

to the pronouns they use
in reference to me.

This talk again, huh?

You came to see me.
I thought you were ready.

To use your
"preferred pronouns..."

They're the ones used
by those who respect me.

Without the quotes.

I'm sorry, kid.
I'm trying to get there.

I missed ya.
That's why I'm here.

[footsteps approach]

-Yes?
-Can I...?

Speak freely.

I just got
off the phone

with Grigor Andolov's
number two.

He wants to know
"when you're going to start

fucking earning?"

Now.

♪ dramatic music ♪

I just decided to work
on a derivative.

What kind of derivative?

-An homage to Vadim Linetsky.
-Oh.

You're in a 'path integral
methods' sort of mood, are you?

Would you like
to help me?

You bet.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Cruz] You fucked me.

[Cruz] Closed the damn gate,
left me north of the wall.

I got fired.

-And went bankrupt.
-Yes.

Those things
did happen.

And I feel for you,
for what you've been through.

But them's the breaks?

Well...yes.

You didn't have
the evidence.

All those kids on
the street exhaling

these big ass clouds
of piña colada poison?

They're my evidence.

But you were a whistleblower
without a whistle.

[Cruz] I did the right thing.
You said you'd help.

You brought me on.

And then you yanked the rug
and I ended up on my ass.

[Cruz] And now you're running
for I-don't-know-what-the-fuck,

and I'm living
with my mom.

This is your
mom's house, huh?

And there's like six kids
on this block alone

that I gotta watch sucking
on these SugarVape products

like they're pacifiers.

Would you have preferred
that your mother

lose this place
after she mortgaged it

to help you pay
for the massive civil suit

SugarVape would have
brought against you?

You didn't think of that,
did you?

I wouldn't let her do that.

They have professionals
on staff

whose only job is:
sell their bullshit.

[Chuck] That's what
corporations do.

If they're willing
to poison kids for profit,

nothing's off
the table.

-Fuck. You're right.
-[Chuck] Yeah.

I shielded you--
and your mother--

from the retribution SugarVape
was prepared to unleash.

But if you let that article run,
they'll sue.

And they'll go after your mom,
because she's got the money--

They'll take her house.

Her furniture.
Her paintings--

[Chuck] And I'm not
in the position

to protect you anymore.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

What can I do?

If you want,

I can tell you how
to walk back your statements.

♪♪♪

[dog barking distantly]

Good news, Lonnie.

I've coaxed the genie
back into his bottle.

Article ain't happening.

So your firm can host
my fundraiser

and we can continue
this little symbiosis of ours.

[barking continues]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Another fucking
chicken farm.

[Mobilized Meals] Actually
that one's not a farm.

It's a quarantine facility.
Sick birds.

Gross.

Try him again.

I've called him a dozen times.
He's not answering.

Maybe somebody else got to him,
paid him to fuck up the index.

♪♪♪

Hall, what do
you have?

Well, they sealed up
the cracks in their system.

We lost
digital access.

We knew they would.
But that was quick, no?

Like I said: I know their guy.
He's got some moves.

Anyway, digital access is gone,
but I have what's left to us.

-What's that?
-A visual.

[Axe] How?

You have something
on one of their employees?

Taylor would be able to root
out a guilty conscience.

Most people who want
privacy in this city

have privacy glass.

If they don't, they have
their windows treated.

That is privacy glass.
Of course it is.

You're telling me Taylor
doesn't have privacy glass?

They do.

But I have this...

It's Israeli.

It uses a spatial
light modulator,

and that allows me
to take pictures

that people don't
want me to take.

Very handy.

The Israelis
do not fuck around

when it comes
to their spy equipment.

But why is it
in your hands

instead of set up
taking goddamned pictures.

Oh, it is.
This one's for personal use.

Don't you love the notation
for bolding?

The double stem?

Yes. I do.

Finding a satisfying answer
is a good thing.

Probably why you and I were
always at our best

when we kept things
mathematical.

Sure. But even when one
keeps things mathematical,

a satisfying solution
isn't always available.

So you change
the math.

Human beings can't
command math.

You can't bend it to your will.
It doesn't exist to satisfy you.

This is an example.

Linetsky knew if he were
to create a derivative,

it would develop organically
in a way he couldn't control.

His only options were
to learn to understand

and accept where it was
taking him, or step away.

He had to be able
to live with that.

Yeah.

We're all trying
to understand and accept.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[camera shutter clicking]

Casa de Chicken?

This is it.

♪ upbeat music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[doorbell rings]

[sighs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[doorbell ringing]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Mobilized Meals] I told you
he wasn't around.

[door knob rattles]

[door bangs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[man speaks indistinctly on TV]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Oh fuck...

He's fucking dead?

[Dollar Bill] Most people don't
nap in that position, so yeah.

Dead seems like
a real safe bet.

Get out of there.

Figure out who's gonna
take his place

[Axe] and find a way to motivate
that person in our direction.

Otherwise your chicken business
will consist of you asking:

you want original recipe
or extra fucking crispy?

On top of it--

♪ dramatic music ♪

Chicken Man is dead.

And so is our position
unless Bill can figure out

a way to defibrillate it...

♪♪♪

Anything on tap?

Order in.
School night.

-Yeah. Me too--
-[Porter] You!

-Fuck you, Connerty.
-What am I missing?

Your boss here fed me
a bogus story.

What? No I didn't.

Ray Cruz just
rescinded his offer

to go on record
for the article.

Now why would he do that
if the whole story

wasn't bullshit
from the start?

I'm not sure,
but the story's not bullshit.

You know, Chuck Rhoades
tried to warn me

you were
smoke screening me.

I should have listened to him,
but I--

Uh. Excuse me.
Hi. I'm Kate Sacker.

-Lucien Porter, editor of--
-I know who you are.

And I know
the SugarVape case well.

I have no idea
what Chuck told you about it,

but I do know
that he's motivated to lie

for his own benefit
on this one.

Doesn't matter.

Cruz isn't going
on record anymore.

[Porter] I've got a big chunk
of empty column space.

[Porter] And you've been
a fat waste of time.

Start thinking
of a make-up call.

It's the least
of what I'm owed.

Listen, whatever Chuck
pulled with Cruz,

I will undo tomorrow.

I will do this because I can,
and because I'm generous--

which you will see
in the near future.

[Connerty] In return,
give us a day.

And when Cruz corroborates,
you'll be able to

run your story as planned.

Mmm.

You could not get uni
like this back home.

Back home is hundreds of miles
from any body of water.

Yeah. But you know
it's all frozen

on the boat and flown in,
anyways.

-Right?
-I'm aware.

But the best stuff
gets bought up

at the New York
fish market

before the rest of it
gets loaded onto the plane

for the short hop flight.

Thing of beauty,
isn't it?

All written out
like this.

[Taylor] It is.

Hey kid.

You know
I don't think that

'woke' stuff is all worthless
or for idiots

just because
I'm no good at it.

Right?

I know it matters.

Right.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Do I need
a girlfriend?

Do you?

Suddenly have a craving
for antiquing

and long walks
in the Hamptons?

Post-brunch reach-arounds
anyway--

Got something for you.

It's a giant
Reggie Bar, right?

Better.

[Axe] Let's see it.

You lied.

It's not better
than a Reggie Bar.

There's no nougat.

Reggie Bar didn't have
nougat either.

But it was a thing of beauty.
Like this.

♪ dramatic music ♪

This is the can opener
in the fallout shelter.

Nicely done.

My pleasure.
Enjoy.

♪♪♪

[door opens]

Wiki me up to speed.

Taylor knows I'm front-running
their positions.

[door closes]
They figured it out.

This is their solution to that,
how they're gonna spin it

to pick up the basis points
that we were stealing.

Obvious.

So obvious...

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[bag zips]

You don't need to come
to the casino thing.

If you're not up for it,
I mean.

Of course I do.
[sighs]

I thought killing
that article

would have cured
this migraine.

They're tension
headaches.

[sighs]

Well, there is
one practice

I've found helpful
in tension relief...

I'm not a dispensary
handing out palliative care.

But if you're in the mood
for something mutual,

I can go make sure
the kids are asleep.

I've literally got
the proverbial--

Headache.

Sure.

Really, Wend.

I don't want to drag you
up there with me if it's--

You can pretend
you're not a politician,

and I can pretend
I'm not a politician's wife.

But we agreed getting you back
to being a prosecutor,

it's your calling.

So that's where we are
right now. And what we are.

You're right.

I know, you're right.

And you still have
those headaches...

because, article or not,

Jock and Connerty
are still coming after you.

Right about that too.

Just not sure what to do
about it yet.

[rubber band snaps]

Ow.
[notebook thuds]

♪ dramatic music ♪

[rubber band snaps]

[chickens clucking in distance]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[window whirring]

[sighs deeply]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[groans]

[window whirring]

[groans]

♪♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[man] We got
six more stops.

Let's get a good, quick count,
and we'll be on the road.

Ah, shit.

[cellphone vibrates]

They've sent
in the flying squad.

There's fucking
seven of them.

Well, then you got six more guys
to deal with than anticipated.

What are the chances
they can all be bought?

It doesn't look good.

Arnold Rothstein bought
the White Sox,

including Shoeless Joe.

Get it done.

All nighter?

I always forget
you can do the math.

What can't I do?

Field surgery?

Keep talking,
we'll find out.

If you don't mind my asking,
why the cold feet?

Man who hangs kitten-Jesus
in his living room

doesn't usually
get cold feet.

It's my ma's.
I'm an atheist.

Sure.

-Well.
-[Cruz] It's not cold feet.

I just--
I can't risk what I got left.

And I definitely don't want
to put my ma in danger.

Yeah. I know it's been
a hard ride for you.

But it's not
an outrageous question.

Right when you have a chance
to get some steam

behind your case
with this article,

right when you almost have
the justice that you deserve,

[Sacker] publicly,
you back out.

I just want to know why.

I really appreciate
you looking out

for the little guy in the ring,
and that you think

it's the right thing to do
to stand in his corner.

[Cruz] But it isn't.

No.

The right thing is to get
his ass out of the ring

so he's not
taking punches.

No, the right thing to do
is to get Triple G

to go in the ring for him
and fuck the other guy up.

So come on.

I'm the Triple G
of the Southern District.

Lemme get in the ring
for you.

And I'm sure you are.
But no thanks.

At the end of the day,
I just don't wanna get sued.

Mm. So that's
what you think.

[sighs] Yeah.

Well, I have an idea
who told you that.

But Chuck Rhoades
lied to you.

He said
you'd say that.

Did he also remember to tell you
about your payout?

SugarVape's not gonna sue you.
Or your mother.

You're going to sue them.
And you're gonna score.

Wait, what?

-I am?
-[Sacker] That's right.

[Sacker] Because I'm going
to prosecute SugarVape myself,

and even though I cannot
promise a conviction,

I can promise that
I will make damn sure

to bring out all the facts
that'll allow you to qualify

as a federal
whistleblower.

And get paid.

[Sacker] Big time.

Your guest room
is comfortable.

Flatscreen in there...

4K?

Five.

You know,
you make me proud.

My little girl
did well for herself.

I'm sorry.

To me, you're still
my little girl.

No, I'm not.

You were once.

Not really.

Well, I'm proud.

You challenge yourself.
Even more than I do.

See?

You put the spoon on the bottom;
it's harder than the fork.

Only one point of contact
with the surface

as opposed
to a full line.

Harder.

You win.

You know
you get it from me.

Define "it."

That unyielding compulsion
to get it right.

Precision.
Perfection.

Just like me.

If you want, you can stick
around for a few more days.

Yeah?

Your mother won't miss me
getting in her way

back home
for a little while longer.

Of course, I'll have to eat
the cost of the flight home,

but it's worth it.
I'll pay for it.

I wasn't...

All this?

I could have done it.

But they didn't even have
hedge funds back then.

Not that I'd heard of.
So I went aerospace.

Figured I'd build
something...

I wish I'd been able
to give it all to you,

is what I'm saying.

Ah.

Don't listen to me, kid.
Just rambling.

Okay.

I won't.

Well.

I'm glad we'll have
more time together.

I am too.

I'm glad
you're happy.

I hate to interrupt you
while you're on the verge

of solving pi,

but they're about to put out
a new count on the bird surplus.

Shit...
Shit...

Number's high.
We're out of position.

Costing us plenty.

[telephone beeps, rings]

Fuckin' Bill.
Bill!

I got a solution
to our chicken problem...

A final solution.

Bill?!

Did he just say...?

Oh shit,
it's a chicken holocaust.

♪ up-tempo music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[engine turns off]

♪♪♪

-[groans]
-[cellphone chimes]

[sighs]

♪ dramatic music ♪

Shit.

[tablet smashes, glass shatters]

[sighs]

♪♪♪

Fuck!

[cellphone vibrates]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[cellphone vibrates]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I guess you can hear the bells
ringing for the departed

from all the way Upstate.

Son, did you actually
prosecute anyone

when you were
US Attorney?

I'm skipping
the casino.

Damage control is best performed
without an audience.

And yes, by the way, thousands.
Most successfully.

So you say.

And absolutely not
on skipping this event.

It's more important
than ever that you show up.

[Senior] We both know
your fundraiser's

[Senior] gonna be canceled,
if it hasn't been already.

You hide in shame now
and people will wonder

what other weaknesses
and depravities

there are to discover.

[Senior] You'll get up here,
wear a nice suit,

put your arm around
that pretty wife,

smile big
and face the people.

♪ Daniel Romano's
"Chicken Bill" ♪

[chickens clucking]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ And I got in his truck
and sat perfectly still ♪

♪ And he said, "I just gotta
stop off at the mill"... ♪

[chicken clucking]

♪ And I asked him,
"What do they call you?" ♪

♪ And he answered ♪

♪ "Chicken Bill" ♪

♪ They call me "Chicken Bill" ♪

♪ Chicken Bill ♪

♪ The real story
of Chicken Bill ♪

[chicken clucking]

Bill.

[Axe] Bill, what are
you about to do?

What I always do for you:
whatever I have to.

Yes, but specifically,

what are you about to do
right now?

What's in the bag, Bill,
what's in the bag?

A capon with a case
of H5N1-B.

Just enough
to freeze transport

on a few hundred thousand
infected birds.

Prices will
skyrocket.

You intend to kill a few
hundred thousand chickens?

They're getting
killed anyway.

This just accelerates
the process, that's all.

That's a good point.
Right, so--

But there is
a cost-benefit analysis

to take into
consideration here--

that of poisoning
the food supply.

One I am familiar with.
As you know.

[Wags] One that requires
meticulous calibration.

Or else we're all
in Contagion:

Gwyneth Paltrow
dead on the gurney

and Matt Damon as the last
living man on earth.

If I don't do this...

...it's gonna
be a huge loss.

-He's right about that.
-It's okay.

It's not okay!
[chicken clucks]

I'm the guy
who delivers.

Yeah.
Most of the time, you are.

But, and I can't believe
I'm fucking saying this:

we can't all be right
all of the time.

Sometimes...

you just gotta
take a loss.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

Forget it, Bill.

It's Chickentown.

[chicken clucks]

♪ Luciano Pavarotti's "La Fleur
Que Tu M'Avais Jetée" ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ La fleur que tu ♪

♪ M'avais jetée ♪

♪ Dans ma prison ♪

[chicken squawks]
♪ M'était restée ♪

♪ Flétrie et sèche ♪

♪ Cette fleur ♪

♪ Gardait toujours... ♪

You okay?
Yeah.

I just need a second
to get the game face on.

♪ Sa douce odeur ♪

♪ Et pendant ♪

♪ Des heures entières ♪

♪ De cette odeur ♪

♪ Je m'enivrais ♪

♪ Et dans la nuit ♪

♪ Je te voyais! ♪

[music fades]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[gasps]

♪♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

[groaning]

[whistles to the tune of
Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street"]

♪ Rubber band ring is
all that I got ♪

♪ Yeah, rubber band ring ♪

You weren't kidding
about the game face.

Nope.
Shall we?

♪ Rubber band ring ♪

Let's go act
like winners.

♪ Rubber band ring,
babe, I love you so ♪

[music fades]

Fuck me!

There's a mistake.

That's good, right?

Lay back, let them run with it,
blow themself up...

♪ dramatic music ♪

Only Taylor doesn't
make math mistakes.

No.

It's a Sicilian message.

It's a Kappa Mu Epsilon
message.

They knew they were
being watched.

A lot of effort to lead you
on a snipe hunt.

I think they're the one hunting.
For something bigger.

The Treaty of Versailles.

♪♪♪

♪ Little Steven's "Soulfire" ♪

♪♪♪

John! How are ya?

[indistinct talking]

♪ Stop the world for a minute ♪

♪ Is that a tear
I see in your eye? ♪

♪ This is your chance,
this is your moment, baby ♪

[rubber band snaps]
♪ Spread your wings ♪

♪ It's time to fly ♪

[rubber band snaps]

♪ I've seen 'em all
come and go ♪

♪ Seen 'em all and ♪

♪ And each one takes
a piece of your heart ♪

♪ Takes a piece of your heart ♪
[rubber band snaps]

♪ But I know what
your dreams are made of ♪

♪ Made of ♪
♪ I wait patiently ♪

♪ Ready to play my part ♪

♪ If your soul cries out
in desperation ♪

♪ And you're breathless... ♪

Nice to meet you.

Hi.
Keep these guys--

Can I have
a group photo?

Yes. Of course.
Shall we?

[man] You two
on this side.

♪ Right here ♪

♪ Riding the soulfire ♪
[camera shutter clicks]

♪ Soulfire ♪

♪ Soulfire ♪

Did you see that?
[camera shutter clicks]

They're avoiding being
photographed with you.

All of them.

[camera shutter clicks]
[chuckles]

[rubber band snaps]
[groans]

♪ dramatic music ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Nice spot--
for one of us to go over.

I don't want to be
at war with you.

Yeah.

I got that you were
proposing armistice

the second I looked
at the algorithm.

But you should have considered
the joys of peace

before you assassinated
the Archduke.

It's a distraction.
To me, and to you.

It prevents us both from
operating at our full potential.

Oh. So you'd like to
calm the blood feud

for the sake
of self-actualization?

I'd like to end it because
it's the rational thing to do.

That's convenient,
that you can fall back

on what's rational
just 'cause you don't like

the consequences
of your actions.

Bullshit.

You're frustrated.

Good.

It's gonna get worse.

[Taylor] You're not
seeing the board:

You walked into a trap
with Grigor.

You bought into
a worthless robotics company

to deny me leverage,
which I got anyway.

And now you've killed a day
going through a numbers game.

And here you are.
And here you are.

Unable to operate
unencumbered.

Waiting for
the next attack.

Wondering where
it's gonna come from.

[Taylor] Yes.
Sure.

But you aren't able
to operate freely either.

You're planning attacks.
Then defending from a response.

Let's stop.

Not waste ourselves
on each other.

Our time and energy
are too valuable.

Is that all?

I'll offer you attractive terms
to invest in my firm.

The Street will know
that I am blessed by you,

but also,
that I am giving you a look.

♪♪♪

In reality, I won't be
giving you that look--

and since I sealed our leaks
you won't be getting them

on your own either.

But the story will be enough
for it to appear

that you are
in the dominant position.

♪♪♪

Okay.

Fine.

Can I trust you
on this?

You're the fucking genius,
figure it out.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[car door closes]

Did you agree
to a truce?

Did they buy it?

Well.
They're a trusting person.

So we'll see.

Time to set up
the next part.

♪ Steel bars
wrapped all around me ♪

♪ I've been your prisoner
since the day you found me ♪

♪ I'm bound forever
till the end of time ♪

♪ Steel bars ♪

♪ Steel bars ♪

[cheers and applause]

-[music ends]
-[cheers and applause continue]

Thank you so much!
Thank you!

It's incredible.

He's never stopped.

He's never let
his audience down.

Never quit on them.
Yeah.

And they never quit
on him, either.

Some are built
that way.

The rest of them quit

or die...

That's the way
a legend oughta be.

That's the way
a legend oughta be.

I'll never quit.

I'll never die.

[chuckles]

[groans]

Head still
pounding, huh?

Yeah.

Don't worry about
all these motherfuckers, my boy.

Just stay standing.

Longer than the next guy.
And the guy after that.

Do whatever you need to do
to outlast him.

If he loses,

you win, son.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[cheers and applause]

[announcer] Please
welcome back

Michael Bolton!

[cheers and applause]

The difference
between us, Bob--

one of the many--is:

I've spent the last
8 or so years

putting people in jail.

You've spent them making people
unbelievably wealthy.

Mm. My way tends
to gather more friends.

That it does.

And yet,
here we are.

Friends.

Of a sort.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Oh, I have traded pleasantries
and handshakes

with some truly
disagreeable people.

And whatever it says about me
as a person, I'll admit,

I'm willing to do it

with a million more of them
to achieve my ends.

Willingness to fraternize
with the depraved--

powerful weapon.
Oh.

You have to be willing.
Yeah.

'Cause someone else out there
certainly is.

Mm.

It's not enough
this time though.

I'm not going to win
this election by that alone.

No?
No.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

I need your assistance
on this one.

♪♪♪

Starting with the primary.

And I don't just mean money.
Though I also mean money...

-That's a big ask.
-[Chuck] Well.

The only way I take office
is if I outlast the other guy.

And right now he's got
plenty in the tank

to get him
to the finish line.

I need you to help me
drain him of that.

You want me
to help put you

in the State Attorney
General's office.

I do.

Last time you were a lawman,
it wasn't so good for me.

This time
it'll be different.

You sure about that?
I've seen a lot of Westerns.

A man changes when
he puts on that star.

No sir.
Not on the inside.

I wear the badge,
I'll be able to do for you.

Favors reap favors.

And I'm sure
there's a favor or two

I could help you with.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[glass thuds]

[glass thuds]

I have something
in mind, yeah.

Name it.

I'll do that on
the other side of the war.

♪♪♪

Thank you.

♪♪♪

[sighs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

♪ Gerry Rafferty's
"Baker Street" ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ Winding your way down
on Baker Street ♪

♪ Light in your head
and dead on your feet ♪

♪ Well, another crazy day ♪

♪ You'll drink the night away ♪

♪ And forget about everything ♪

♪ This city desert makes you
feel so cold ♪