All language subtitles for Billions - 03x07 - Not You Mr. Dake

Previously on Billions...

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

- Wrong answer.
- If you ain't got video,

you ain't got shit.

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

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.

We know Axelrod used a doctor

to help develop the toxicant.

I told you: I disposed of the slide.

How?

How?

Talk me through it.

You have to trust me.

One particular fund
made a killing that day.

It's Wendy's. So I get a buddy
of mine who works for the NSA

to find out where she was...

You had the NSA look into Wendy?

- I could end up...
- Jail.

But I will not let that happen.

If one of us goes to prison, we all do.

We are all going to sit here
and calmly discuss how to undo this.

Full transparency.

I give you my word.

You want transparency?

How fucking clear is this?

I was a bookish kid.

Read a great deal of military fiction.

Accounts of great battles. Histories.

That sort of thing.

I was fascinated by the paratroopers...
in World War II.

And the moment right before they leapt.

The point of no return.

That's what they would say, yes.

"No shame in backing out now, son.

It's a suicide mission."

And the young soldiers
would set their jaws,

clip onto the static lines and jump.

I didn't realize the military
gave them the chance to back out.

Fiction. Of course,
despite the sergeant saying

there was no shame,
everyone knew there was

nothing but shame, so they jumped.

And that's where we are.

The slide is being planted at
Axelrod's this very instant.

Oh, Jesus.

- How? Where?
- As to the how,

that involved distraction
of the principal,

subterfuge, stealth.

The trifecta of chicanery.

As to the where:
His refrigerator, of course.

To keep it cold.

Tape it to the bottom of a
ketchup bottle or something.

So he won't see it until...

Exactly.

Federal agents will burst in while
Axelrod is having dinner with his boys,

and discover the slide.
With that physical evidence,

he will be immediately brought to jail.

The courts will deem him a flight risk,

so he will be behind bars for
the duration of his trial.

I almost feel bad.

As do I. Almost.

Are you certain you can
stand up to all this?

That you can swallow framing someone,

even if that person is, in fact, guilty?

I can live with it.

I need to be sure.

'Cause we are, as you just said,
at the point of no return.

It's no different than
emergency room triage

after a mass casualty event.

You save who you can and force the fate
of the rest out of your mind.

I hoped you'd see it that way.

So we agree this thing
can never go to trial.

We all know what we're doing?

My number one priority:

Getting Wendy clear
of her short position.

That's my priority too.

I believe you.

But how?

Connerty has my trade, from Spyros.

Yeah. And the log with your visit to me.

And he can draw that to look
like many things: co-conspirator

in your scheme... or mine...
chief amongst them.

And nobody will believe
it was a marital tiff,

which is what it was.

Oh. You guys fight? Who'd've figured?

Cell phone records

will show me calling
Mafee from Chuck's office.

I'll handle that part.

I have people who will work to...
massage those records.

My mouth is dry.

Adrenaline leaving the body, right?

Mm.

So should we talk about the part
we've been avoiding in front of her?

You mean who we're dumping this on?

That's right. When there's a body,

as the corpus of this juice
company most certainly is,

there has to be a gunman
in the depository window.

Otherwise,
they keep looking for the killer.

Yeah. And there'd need to be
a financial trail laid in,

showing how he profited too.

So that'll be your department.

You've proven yourself quite
adept at financial trickitude.

No one's proven that, actually.

Which is all the proof I need
that you can pull this off.

Well, I imagine I can...

But we couldn't have
this going to trial,

with this person ending up on the stand
revealing all the holes...

No. He needs to be put in a mortal vise,
so he takes a plea.

That's the only way the pilot light

on Eastern's case can be
snuffed out completely.

This player would need
to be leveraged. Broken...

That's dirty work. You have the stomach?

Of a billygoat. When necessary.

For her.

For her.

You think she can handle framing
someone who didn't do it?

Wendy's got steel in her,

but I've never known her
to go that far. No.

So we're either gonna have
to keep it from her or s...

So who's going to be our patsy?

Come on, boys,
I think we all know someone

needs to go down for this.

No,

the Fulbright is a capstone,
the Marshall is for real scholars.

Both prestigious, though?

Yeah. Absolutely!

- I'm getting one...
- I'm getting one too.

Oh. Well, I'm gonna get
some more ice cream.

Does anybody want some?

- FBI!
- Fan out!

Step back. Everyone.

Dr. Gilbert this is a properly
executed search warrant.

- Um...
- Dad? What's going on?

- Why are these men here?
- It's a mistake.

I-I haven't done anything wrong.

You sure about that, Doc?
Get after it, people.

You've got this backwards.

I've been working with Rhoades...

Oh.

Oh. He didn't.

- Not the ketchup.
- Oh, my God. Ari!

I guess I'm not the
only one who can triage.

Dr. Gilbert, my name is Chuck Rhoades.

I am the United States Attorney
for the Southern District of New York.

Are they watching us?

No one is watching.

Ah. 'Course not. You would never
let them know you did all this.

Oh, on the contrary, sir.

I am here this fine evening
to offer you the chance

to admit that you're the one who planned
and executed the Ice Juice sabotage.

To avoid the embarrassment
of a public trial.

Avoid embarrassment?

You had me arrested
in front of my children!

And you know I'm innocent.

Innocent?

No.

I cannot credit that assertion.

I want my lawyer. I want a trial.

I want to stand up in open court

and tell them exactly what happened.

I will admit to everything I did,

just so I can air out
what everyone else did.

What you did.

When your lawyer arrives,
they'll notify me.

But... if I escort him in here,

the FBI comes along.

And they won't be interested
in your fanciful stories.

Only in the physical evidence
they found in your refrigerator.

And the profits you
made around Ice Juice.

I didn't make any 'profits'.
And I still want a lawyer.

Think.

I'm going to step out
for a cup of coffee. Huh?

Why's it always a cup of coffee?

Car salesman pretends to get coffee.

Cops on TV.

You.

Well, it goes down easier than hemlock.

There are few days such as this, huh?

It's like when the custom cutters
show up at grandpa's farm.

It's a true day of reckoning.

Circled on the calendar for a year
and your crops better be ready.

You've had your week to prepare,
Mr. Connerty.

Begin.

I'm happy to
report there's new evidence,

there are theories on the crime

and the larger picture
has come into view...

Status?

We've run into an impediment.

What kind?

Cyber. OneSky Wireless.

Wendy Rhoades's cell provider...

And we are currently unable
to hack it and manipulate

call records related to the short.

Time frame?

Eight to ten days.

Too long.

I pay you to accomplish
tasks in the window required.

This entire thing is a
wide ranging conspiracy.

"Conspiracy"?

That's a four syllable word

which means you'd better
be able to prove it.

Respectfully, Your Honor.
The only conspiracy here

is the daft one my opposing
counsel is engaging in.

Though, in fairness to him,

it might be more of a complex delusion.

Respectfully,
the pathetic delusion here is that

your client might avoid trial,
much less prison.

Well, one thing is absolutely clear.

Neither of you know the meaning
of the word respectfully.

The government has had

ample time to present...
not even evidence,

but the evidence that
there is evidence...

and they have not done so.

If there was a conspiracy,
someone else is behind it.

There are witnesses who
have described a bald man,

with a goatee, dressed in black.

This is a smokescreen,
designed to distract the court

from the real villain in this matter,
now as always,

Bobby Axelrod.

Have you given much thought
to the nature of guilt.

- Where's my attorney?
- En route.

Guilt is tricky, isn't it?

You know more about that than I do.

And you're guiltier, too.

Oh, no. That is a question of fact.

But guilt is also a state of mind.

Some of our greatest works of literature
probe this very issue. What is guilt?

Who should be punished, for what?

What is the cost...
the grinding, wearing, price...

of carrying internal culpability
even while escaping external blame...

And often as not, right
at the very center of the question,

stands a great man who has transgressed.

But I haven't.

And you are the one person who knows,

with absolute certainty,
that I am not guilty.

Oh, I'm not sure what you say is true,

if we go deeper than just facts.

In a criminal proceeding,

facts are the thing.

I'm gonna stop talking
until my guy is in the room.

Yeah. I'd do the same in your seat.

But facts are merely a place to start.

No, we're past them, you and I.

After all, I once, quite recently,

gave you the chance to
affirm that facts alone...

like who actually had the slide,

like actual proof against
Axelrod being manufactured...

don't matter

when true guilt is on the line.

And now I'm giving you another chance,

to remember who you are,

to examine your own complicity,

your willingness to
take another's freedom.

Axelrod did the thing.

You aided in it.

You used your skills
and abilities to help him

at one point,
and then against him at another,

when that suited you.

And you jumped at the chance
to torpedo his life to save your own.

What does that say about you?

What does that say about
your own need to atone?

I'll atone on my own time.

Now, why on earth
would you atone for anything

when you're an innocent man.

I'll take a moment with my client.

_

You lost there, pal?

You've become quite the bluenoser,
haven't you.

Well, I'm guessing
you're not here looking for

the nearest Timmie Ho-Ho's.

The team's coming up short.

They can't hack into
Wendy's wireless carrier.

They say the cyber defense is
too tough for the time frame.

Well, they're who I would use...

and they do know that when
you can't hack a system,

you've got to hack a person.

Should I tell them to do that?

They're so young and spry,
it's possible they'll leave

a lot of broken pieces on
the floor when they're done.

Well, then I'm gonna
need you to suit up.

What happened?

He came to me.

Called me in actually.

Karl. Come in.

What was he looking for?

Thanks for, uh, crossing the river.

Ah, West Highland single malt.

Fourteen years old.

When old colleagues...
friends... get together,

why not?

So, how are you finding Southern?

It's a spinning top.
And it spins just my speed.

Glad to hear it.

Is Chuck a facet of your day to day?

We've been known to rub
elbows around the bubbler.

Pure velvet.

You know what?

Take the bottle with you
when we're done.

Warm up your temporary quarters.

Beware of US Attorneys bearing gifts.

What do you want, Oliver?

I'll... I'll put it plainly.

I'm worried Connerty is
going to cough this thing up.

And it's going to splatter on me.

I'm wondering if Chuck
might be working angles

on his own, to help?

Or only to help himself...

Then you should ask him.

I'm asking you, Karl.

Because you're the
one I got the job for.

You're the one I had the deal with...

that at the right moment
you would be there for me,

telling me what was
going on from the inside.

This is that moment.

Well...

Are you backing Chuck
Rhoades instead of me?

Whoa, what a thing to say.

Look, Chuck Rhoades had to
know this deal between us

was a possibility when
he took me on board.

So maybe that's why he's being cagey.

Or maybe there's nothing going on.

Either way, I'll keep you posted.

Thanks for the hooch.

There are too few old-line
professionals in the field

these days who recognize
nuanced shifts in loyalty.

When I meet one,
it is an honor to imbibe with them.

Ok, let's say there are indeed
other bad actors involved.

In fact, I intend to prove there are.

Accomplices, medical experts,
bag men... these people

don't exonerate Axelrod,
as opposing counsel suggests,

but they further show
how Axelrod did what he did.

And they show
that this wasn't just a case

of a rogue billionaire
acting out of spite,

but one who was very much
like a bull in a ring,

using or enriching an
equally dangerous figure,

the wife of one who sits high atop

the federal power structure
in the government,

and a major investor in the company.

And I intend to explode
the whole thing...

Just a minute! This isn't the Politburo,

you can't just slander your neighbors
to get ahead in the bread line...

Whoa! I invited you to my
home for a nice dinner,

you people are trying to turn it into
the Animal House toga party.

Chambers. Now.

There are limits to what I will tolerate
in all areas of my life.

For instance, I'm fine
with slightly undercooked pasta.

But overcook it,
and we are no longer eating together.

I see it exactly the same way.

I also don't like brown nosing,
Mr. Bach.

Mr. Connerty, it seemed
as though you were about

to detonate a bomb in my courtroom
without regard for casualties.

Instead, do it in here.

If you'd have given me a little leeway,

you'd have heard that my
case isn't overcooked at all.

It's Al dente.

To the tooth...

My last name's DeGiulio,
I know the phrase.

Throw what you got against the fridge,
let's see if it sticks.

- You're thinking of flax.
- Hemp protein is out now...

Mafee. What do you have there?

These are açai bowls.
They taste like dessert

- but they're filled...
- I asked Mafee.

Oh. Right.

I'll finish at my desk.

Supposed to be healthy.

I gotta start watching it now,

I'm not a 20 year old laxer anymore...

Lacrosse... right.

I had football in my head somehow.

No. Lax. Want some?

Uh, maybe later. Good for you though.

Taking the next step in your growth.

Making a commitment to a healthy future.

Even if it's the hard thing.

Absolutely.

I'd like to think that I can
count on that commitment.

You can. You totally can.

Even if it's hard.
Even if it costs you something.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, well, you know,

real commitment isn't just açai bowls.

It's a lot murkier.

Would you get into the murk, the muck?

For the firm? For me?

For your co-workers.

Would you back them, all the way?

I'm sorry, are we talking a hypothetical
or something specific?

I mean, you know
I'd kill myself for the job.

That I'll do anything that's expected.

Mm.

But if you need me to do something...

beyond the scope of trading
or whatever, well...

Don't sweat it, Mafee.

We're all good.

Enjoy your wholesome and healthy snack.

A while back... you told me
I no longer had a feel

for all the personalities in here.

I'm sure when you first
started the place you knew

- everyone's spouse's name.
- Yeah.

And what sports the guys
played in high school.

There's no way you can anymore.
The place is too big.

And you're long past really caring.
If you ever did.

That's true.

- But you...
- Yes.

I "care."

I can see that.

Especially for some of them.

Like Mafee.

You and he seem to have a special bond.

He brought me in, and supported
my vision before even you did.

Well, he recognized it.
I kind of took it from there.

You did.

But. Mafee?

I need to understand what motivates him,

beyond the money and the trappings.

The idea that he's serving
something greater than himself

is what drives him. But...

he has an old fashioned sense
of honor, chivalry almost...

not in any paternalistic
sense of the word.

He took the fall with his
frat for a hazing incident

even though he wasn't part of it.

Anyway, he'd skirt the line
if he couldn't see

the harm in it, especially if
it benefited the organization

as a whole, but he'd never
do something truly against

his sense of wrong and right.

Something that would cause him dishonor.

I see.

Do you think he'd consider lying
dishonorable by its nature?

It would depend on the situation.

He might lie to protect a friend.

Or someone he loved. But that's it.

Uh-huh.

Is there something I can help with?

Something I can do...

No.

Nothing right now.

What the fuck?!

Shhh...

No need to upset her.

What is this? What do you want?

I want to know the price of a keystroke.

You're blackmailing me, over her?

You think my wife gives a shit?

Got a different kind
of a relationship, man...

Ah.

Well, what makes you think
I give a shit?

I'm not here because of that.

I'm here because of
the sixteen celebrities

and politicians whose OneSky accounts
you sold access to.

That's a federal offense

and you will go to prison for it.

Or...

This is like a country song
where the guy drowns his sorrows

in whiskey only you're
using powdered chocolate.

Growing up in Aurora,

for pocket money I used
to shovel driveways.

Money was good.
Best part was the hot chocolate.

Sometimes, it's still
the only thing that works.

I thought you were watching it,
eating clean.

I was. Trying.

What drove you to it this time?

Just a feeling.

I guess I was thinking about
how much this job has given me.

Like how I don't have to
worry about pocket money.

Well, you have given to the job also.

Yeah. And I'm proud of that.

Couple times a year I go
home and see the guys.

This one's got a weed shop,
this one's still doing driveways

during the winter...
with a plow truck now,

but a shitty one.

This one needs a loan.
Shit, they all do.

Which you give them?

I do. Because I can.

Sometimes the guys make
jokes about how I earned it.

That at least weed is legal out there.

That what I do is even worse.

But I've always laughed
along because I know

I'm not one of the bad ones.

That they're not gonna
hear about me on the news.

That my reputation is good. You know?

Yes. I do.

The Feds interviewed me last week.

So, in the matter of the Ice Juice short

that you booked,
we will need you to stip

to Wendy Rhoades calling in the order.

This is the part where you talk.

My client prefers not to answer.

I bet he does.

We will subpoena
you to testify in court.

My client will not lie under oath.

I'm not a liar.

There you have it.

My lawyer said I shouldn't
talk to anyone about it...

but I just don't know
if I should dive on

a live grenade for this place or not.

Would you?

It would depend on the
reason and the circumstances.

Without knowing the specifics,
and I'm not asking you

to tell me, I cannot give you
a complete answer.

But I can say this: The kid you were,

the one who went out with a shovel

on freezing days while
everyone else slept in,

that kid earned his way here.

And will earn his way in this business
whether Axe Cap exists or not.

You really think so?

The individual sacrificing
themself for the whole

can be the most
beautiful thing there is.

But not if it's done under
duress or for the wrong reasons.

I don't understand
why you didn't just

put a number in front of Mafee.

I felt like trying to
buy him wouldn't work.

Make him feel dirty somehow.

- And that's a bad thing?
- To him. Yeah. I think.

Then we threaten to fire his ass.

I'd be careful there, Wags.

You would. You're a lawyer.
But I'm a ruffian.

I say we let him know:
it's not just Axe Capital,

but it's every shop on the Street.

You'll be dead man walking.

Might actually harden his stance.

Well, we gotta solve this somehow...

He papered the trade.

The Feds will be questioning him.
If they haven't already.

And once he goes on the record,

we're gonna be wrapped up
in a straitjacket on this thing.

His unwillingness to lie...

his sense of honor...
his great, big, sweet heart.

All these things that
seem like impediments.

We can use them. I can use them.

How?

He likes me.

We all like you.

No. He likes me.

- Ahh.
- Ahh.

- That tracks.
- It could work.

Oldest trick in the book.

Go to it.

How do you know it's okay?

You could be asking about
one of six things. Specify.

All of it. How do you know you
have the right to give advice,

to get into the motherboard
and move around the processors.

Wouldn't that render it non-functional?

It's a visual
representation of the idea.

I could say I've trained for it.

But you're not asking about my skill.

No. I'm asking about your authority.

How you give yourself permission?

Are you asking about me or you?

We all do it. With our assumptions
and our own biases

and egos competing with
our desire to do good.

But to be frank, I'm asking about you.

As in all things,

I balance the issues in question,

remember my oath, proceed from there.

The doctor's oath. Do no harm.

Three words. And yet.

Almost impossible to put into practice.

I need to know what brought this on.

Mafee.

Axe was asking about him.
There are meetings going on.

I could see he was in extremis.

Why?

Don't you know?

Why would I?

I assumed he'd talk to you.
Which made me feel good.

It did?

Yes.

Because I knew, or felt I knew,

that you would only give
him the wisest counsel.

That which would be
in his best interests,

both professionally and personally.

As you always do for me...

Yes. Yes, of course.

But he hasn't come to me.

I wonder why that is?

I'm sure he has his reasons.

But should he come to me,
that is exactly what I'll do.

Good. That's what I expect you to do.

The right thing.

I got trading records.

They'll prove Wendy Rhoades
is a co-conspirator.

She was on the Bad News Bears,
playing right alongside her husband.

Bad News Bears are the good guys.

Bad guys were the Yankees.
The rich kids.

I was going for the team image.

Point is: She was in on the
securities fraud scheme.

And she did it with her
husband's help and guidance,

or at least his assent.
Now, their actions

further highlight Axelrod's.

Bullshit. There is no way
that you can prove...

I have data placing her
in Chuck Rhoades's office,

after he'd heard about
the impending Ice Juice

disaster but before she
traded on the stock.

What kind of data?

Data... I'm in the process
of substantiating.

And I have records proving
she made the call ordering

an allocation while she was standing

in the office of the US Attorney
for the Southern District.

That puts both of them in it.
This is wrong, it is criminal,

it is relevant to this case,
and I can prove every bit of it...

Hi, Mafee.

Hey.

Nice place.

I had a roommate.
But then I started doing well,

so now he's gone...

Right.

Do you want a drink or
a snack or something?

I'll have what you're having.

Let's sit down.

Oh, god, here it comes.

I'm getting fired, aren't I?

Why do you think that?

I knew it when you texted
about coming over.

They think I'm not playing ball,

and they sent you over here to pop me,

so there wasn't a scene in the office...

That's not why I'm here.

Wait, what?

I'm not here to fire you.

So what's the visit about?

You. Me.

The two of us.

- Us?
- The truth of us.

Which truth?

Well, there can only be
one truth. Right?

Absolutely.

You've never known me
to try to bend facts,

warp them to my needs in
order to benefit, to profit.

No, you're... you're a straight shooter.

Which is why it's so ironic

they'll be coming after
me for this trade.

You know I was acting on what you said.

'Axe never gets a position
of this size wrong.'

You said that.

- I did?
- You did.

You may not remember it,
but I do. Clearly.

Because it was my only direct trade.

I'd gone to see my husband
when I decided.

So it's ironic,
but they're gonna paint it to look like

I was engaging in some kind
of conspiracy, cheating...

No fucking way!
That's... that's not how it happened.

We know that.

But it doesn't matter.

All you can say is that I called you.

Because that's the truth.

Your truth.

I'll tell them my truth.

It'll be what it'll be...

That's terrible.

I could...

I don't know...

How bad could it get for you?

No one else at Axe Capital
would ask how it would be for me.

That's what makes you
so special, Dudley.

I know you prefer your last name,

but can I call you that?

Now I have to go.

You never answered me.

How bad?

Really, really bad.

What Wendy Rhoades did,
by shorting Ice Juice,

not only
destabilized a failing company

but benefited herself,
and her husband, Chuck Rhoades, too.

Which makes him guilty twice over.

Care to speak to Ms. Rhoades's
part in this, Mr. Bach?

This is all far fetched,

it sounds like science fiction to me.

You can really prove this?

My team has pulled the
digital phone records that

will do so. We will have
hard copies and originals

by the time we get to trial.
As well as calling

the executing trader as a witness.

Alright. That's persuasive.
Certainly worthy of a trial.

Let's go back to the big room
and button this motion up.

This is why I love being a judge...

You never know the direction
the day is going to turn.

Can you say that from the bench?

Why not? So many people complain
about their lot in life,

why not celebrate it
every once in a while.

See, the thing is,

I was sure this case was
headed for dismissal.

You're not supposed to admit
that you have a feeling, but I did.

Now, though, I have an opinion,
which is an entirely different thing.

Judges are most definitely supposed
to have opinions. And mine is:

we're going to try this case,
in open court.

Let's set a date for trial...

Mafee made the call to Wendy.

He initiated.

I have something to say.

- I need you to hear it now.
- Alright.

Why would he say that?
Why would he do it?

He said that he has feelings for her,

and he saw a way to make money for her,

- so he did it...
- That's bullshit...

Maybe, but I just got the hard copies

from the cell phone company
backing up his statement...

I am looking at the week of...

Judge. Judge DeGiulio.

When a man is
about to give you exactly what

you want, you don't interrupt
his train of thought.

Didn't they teach you that
when you were a line pros?

I have to, Your Honor. Based
on new information I just received,

I need to confer with my superiors.
I have to ask

for a recess before you
set a date for trial.

Well, make it a short one,

I already gave you a week.

I want this settled by end of day.

I had to scramble the
jet up here for this.

No need for niceties.

Now let's run through it,

see how the hell we got here,
who walks and who doesn't...

Yeah. Connerty, the headline is:

you're going to have to fold
your hand against Axelrod.

That much is clear. Your case
just fell apart like a cheap bed

in a La Grange whorehouse.

Fuck... Excuse me.

Understandable utterance,
given the circumstances...

Now, Chuck, I don't know how
your wife got into the middle

of all this. But it's a damn
good thing your office isn't

prosecuting... otherwise
we'd be tossed for conflict,

gross misconduct. You name it.

I agree.
She did get in it... innocently,

accidentally... but now she's out of it.

Yeah. So it appears.

All right. Any way
we can take some scalps?

The correct answer to
that query better be

a resounding 'sir, yes, fucking sir.'

What about this lovestruck trader,
Mafee?

He's clearly perjured himself.
And is guilty...

That's civil, young 'un.
SEC's problem now.

They'll hit him with a big fine.

As of this moment,

we are no longer publicly
tangling with Axelrod anymore.

So Axelrod and his firm get to walk?

We can re-file...

No. Let it die, God damn it.

SEC again,
they'll slap 'em with a big fine.

They'll take it.
That way, when they run us down

for losing the case,
we can at least trumpet that.

We do have a guilty party, General.

The doctor behind creating or
at least administrating the toxin.

Maybe not the initiator,
but a bad actor all the same.

I would like to prosecute.

This doctor may be a little grimy,

but he's no substitute for the
real defendants in this case.

Well, somebody's gotta fry...

I'll grant you the latitude, Chuck,
to pursue a case against this doctor.

Now, Mr. Connerty,
as the Axelrod matter is done,

you are free to go back to the barn.

Go back to Southern?

Yep. That's the one.

Be good to have you back, Bryan.

And great to be back, Chuck.

As you've got some
cleaning up to do in court,

you are excused.

I suggest you lead
with a sincere apology

to the good judge for puking in his lap.

You nail this sawbones,
Chuck, quick and quiet.

You know I will, General.

I'll certainly help any way I can.

Will you now?

Well, isn't that just fine...

Head on back to the office, get started.

Not you, Mr. Dake...

Your Honor. It pains me to say this:

Since this morning,
I've learned I had misinformation.

I can no longer prove that

which I told you in conference.

The facts seem to state
that the trade was

initiated by another party.

What can you prove at trial?

Nothing on Mr. Axelrod at this time.

The Eastern District...
we're dismissing the indictment.

Quiet! Quiet, quiet, quiet!

Quiet!
See, this is why life on the bench

is so gratifying,
as I was alluding to earlier.

Whipsawed this way and that.
Like a tetherball.

This will continue to
go round and round.

Even as we withdraw, we will,

I will, continue to investigate.

Because this sabotage did happen.

The stock was manipulated.

And we won't stop until the right man
is brought to justice for it.

Well, we'll need to
leave that out of the record...

But I look forward to
watching from the bleachers,

because we are done here.

You know, at certain times,
I find myself coming back to

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

I prefer to read.

Oh. Not a film fan? That's too bad...

As almost everyone else I know did,
I watched it over and over.

They used to run it on the 4:30 Movie.

There they were at the end,
in Bolivia, wounded,

pinned down, but sure
they could shoot their way out

of a bad situation as they always had...

The only problem was,
they had incomplete information.

They were unaware that the
whole of the Bolivian army

had massed outside.

But it was that incomplete information

that allowed them to run out,
guns blazing,

into what?

Their noble deaths...

But you're a medical man.

You, more than most,
know that this is a lie.

You know the only nobility
is in living another day.

And yet here you are,
holed up, the guns all pointing at you,

and with incomplete information.

What is that supposed to mean?

Yes, you can share what you have now

or force us to file for discovery.

I don't... I don't understand...

We've recently came into possession
of your trading records.

Outlining your handsome
eleven million dollar profit

on the Ice Juice sabotage.

What the fuck...?

What do you need?

An investor account established,

showing a big short
position in Ice Juice.

But dated back before it happened.

Shit. Sounds fun.
What's the name on this account?

Ari Gilbert, MD.

Give me a moment.

Not a good idea...

Go...

I see you've stacked it all against me,

for some reason,
even though I'm not responsible.

I'm a cancer doctor.

I learned a long time ago
all sorts of folks go down.

All sorts live.

It never has anything to do
with who deserves which.

Do you allow yourself to judge them?

No.

Do you find yourself rooting for some.

And caring, a little less,
about certain others.

Yeah. That's only natural.

But my treatment of
them does not change.

Except in one case.

This kind man.

Donnie Caan.

And whether you convinced
yourself that the payoff

you took and devoted
to research in order

to save others was
worth letting him die,

you know that this is the moment

you deserve to face.

And this is the place you deserve to be.

That's what this is all about...
not some slide,

not some role you played,
not some money... but justice.

You're right.
I did it. I-I let Donnie die.

He was a terminal case.
I withheld treatment.

To fund my research.

I believe you.

And I find myself rooting for you.

But we both know you belong in jail.

Five years.

No trial. Just a plea.

I wouldn't even need to
claw back that money,

which is in your name and,
I assure you, quite real.

I can get your lawyer back
in here and make it official.

Mm-hmm.

I-I-I asked you how you

would plant the slide on Axe.

But how did you plant it on me?

No, Doc.

The guilt must be doing
things to your memory.

You had it the whole time...

Since you all managed not
to shoot anybody on my raid,

I'm buying.

And my credit card can
take a lot of punishment,

so get your drink on.
Old Fashioned for me.

And whatever these animals are having.

- All right!
- All right!

Planning to drink it away?

- 'Cause it doesn't work.
- What's that?

Your bleeding conscience
over taking down Dr. Gilbert.

Don't worry about my conscience,
it's all stitched up.

- You cool here, Kate?
- Yes. I am.

Unless you're going to swing
on me like some Irish punk?

Not gonna do that. Over there.

You're embarrassing yourself,
in front of agents that I work

with, and who you work with,
and will again.

I'm not the one should be embarrassed.

I guess Lugo was just a warm up.

It's like eating those potato chips.

Once you get going prosecuting people

who don't deserve it,
it gets hard to stop.

There's no linkage
between those two cases.

Just one thing: Lugo is innocent.
And you know Gilbert is too.

Oh, he's far from innocent.
You should know that.

And you need to stop worrying
about shit like that and more

about how to make your own cases stick.

I used to admire your
political fluidity.

I thought it was sophistication.

Now I realize you're
just completely bankrupt.

And I used to admire your
dogged sense of what's right.

Now I see it's just plodding ignorance.

- There she is.
- Kate!

Bottoms the fuck up.

- Cheers!
- All right!

- Damn. You did it.
- Cheers.

So here's where we're at.

We can wrap up the civil
charges against Axe Capital

with a no-admit-no-deny
settlement and agree

to a penalty of 390 million.

Or I can go back and
try to chip them down...

Nope. Done deal.

Thought so...
And they're whacking Mafee with

a Tier 3 penalty...
for fraud, reckless disregard

of regulatory requirement.

The fine is 181,000.

First check for 390 large to the SEC.

Other one for 181K to Mafee.

For 'expenses.'

You got it.

Technically you gotta
pay the fine yourself.

Thanks, Axe.

Don't thank me yet.
You got the other thing?

Thanks, Helena.

Mafee, this is for you.

For stepping up.

For being the kind of rock
that great companies are built upon.

One million straight in crypto.

In cold storage.

Pagando blackjack!

Thank you, Mafee.

Of course. Thanks again, Axe.

You'd think a stick
would make him smile.

Give me a stick,
I'll dance like a Cossack.

He fired you.

It's a setback, Oliver. Not a defeat.

For you it's a total victory.

Annihilation of the enemy.

And all in the vicinity, including me.

That's an unfair frame of the events.

I was fodder.
Don't try to tell me different.

I knew it, too, along the way.

But that's the thing:
once you're inside the cannon,

there's only one way out.

Oliver. You took some clean cuts.

It could have all broken right.

And it will next time.

You'll be back.

Hey, Mafee.

Hey.

I wanted to thank you.

For what you did.

For who you are...

Which is: my hero.

And I want you to know

that this is strictly platonic...

Open it.

You know the joke, right?

If you find yourself on a golf course
in the middle of a lightning storm,

grab hold of a one iron,
and it'll keep you safe,

because not even God can hit a one iron.

Now, this is the one
that Hogan used on 18

at the Open in 1950 to get
himself into the playoff.

Sixteen months after the car accident
that most said would end his career.

The Miracle at Merion.

Hogan won that event.

Put the accident behind him.

That he did.

As we have, Dad.

Those perjury charges
against you will not be filed.

This club is a memento
to recognize the impossible.

And you? Are you out of danger, too.

That I am.

Hogan did win again.

And his swing looked the same.

But... no doubt something changed.

He had to feel beat up, older,

like the wins cost much more.

That how you feel?

I feel as old as you.

Yeah. I can see it in your eyes.

After a win like this,
I like to grab the wife,

roll out to Mohegan Sun,

start with a couples' massage

then party like it's 1999.

Orrin, I would say that's TMI...

if I didn't love it so damn much.

What are you going to do to celebrate?

Oh. Something quiet.

You?

Same.

I really wanted to put on
a show for you tonight.

It felt like we should...

...but I just don't have it in me.

Well...

You know what, Wend.

I don't either.

Enjoy, my dauphin, you earned it...

I've been thinking about this moment
since the second I gave up trading.

All new positions will
be run through me.

The sitting United States
Attorney cannot be coveting

- higher public office.
- That's why you need to resign.

If you were in power?
You've got to reverse the power dynamic.

I need someone who can
act on the information.

I would never trade on
privileged and on public information.

I'm here to ask you to honour
your promise to me.

Ah.

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