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It's been hard to watch the
world celebrate this man

and know the truth about
what he did to my son.

Which is steal from him and destroy him.

I need a list of all the companies

who don't deserve to
be collateral damage

to my mistakes.

- So you can?
- Free them.

He's selling just to sell
which means we can buy it all.

Prince is done. He's bled out.

He's not dead until I say he's dead.

A month from now, these hospitals

they're going to be over run
with that damn Chinese bug.

How's our painter doing?

He's got collectors

and commissions in his head.

I could take some pressure off.

Axe used his black magic to
get my commission squashed.

Did you know Axe was gonna do this?

In case you're still not sure
when something's finished...

this fucking is.

Every company you sold off today

will likely fold.

You didn't know?

Bobby Axelrod has to be

wiped off the face of the Earth.

Axe has a new toy, a bank.

And the bank requires a trustee.

I could yank his puppet strings.

Now you get to live and
be my man on the inside.

Well it may not work
out the way you think.

Wait a minute. You're the donor?

Senior's not our man anymore.

I'm the bait,

and the bank is the trap.

How are we taking down Bobby Axelrod?

Welcome back.

You too.

He's really fucking hangin' that thing?

They hung it.
He told me where, I pointed.

Freshen up the look in honor
of being back in person.

It's not a real painting.

Is if Axe says it is.

That's a great thing about abstract art;

who knows what Tanner intended?

I do.

And what he intended
was to smash it all...

If it upsets you,

take it up with He Most Exalted.

Hey, Wags said you were upset.

Why'd you do it?

Well, I own the paintings
and the wall so...

Come on, Bobby,
you know what I'm asking.

Why'd you fuck him up like that?

Ruin him.

He's not ruined.

This whole thing is gonna
make the critics love him.

You got him out of my life pretty quick

is all I'm saying, and not by accident.

No part of that is true.

Not even close to it.

Remember this, he was in my life first.

It was your job to keep
him there productively.

You fucked that up, not me.

That painting,
it's all I have to show for it.

If one of us should be asking
hard questions of the other,

it's me.

Hey, stay by your phone.

I... I need you.

For after that thing, you know?

To talk 'em down.

The market's been like the Spanish Boot.

You know, like during the Inquisition,

when they cased your legs in iron spikes

until they crushed your shins?

Yeah, except it's not just the legs.

- Iron Maiden.
- "Number of the Beast."

Absolutely what this
whole thing feels like,

whole pandemic. Devil's work.

No. The torture implement.

Like the boot, but full body.

With all this volatility,
drawing and quartering

would be most appropriate.

And at least they hung you first.

They hung you second.
They dragged you first.

Behind a horse.

Then they hung you.

- Then they quartered you.
- Jeez.

Attention please!

Don't try to slink away just yet.

We have an announcement.

So first of all,
if you have been vaccinated,

take off your mask.

I just got back some lab results,

and the rapid test you
all take downstairs,

it's not the one most folks get,

and it's 99.6% effective.

So if you're at Axe Cap,

you are not transmitting any viral load.

- Where are you?
- I'm in quarantine.

Day before I was due to get my shot,

I tested positive for COVID.
My fuckin' pilot gave it to me.

So those of you with your masks off,

we've vaxxed ya'.

As many as we could find loopholes for.

If we didn't vax ya' yet,

well, let me just say this
to all of you:

It's been inspiring as hell

watching you all battle on during

the worst of the pandemic.

Inspiring commitment.

Just the same,

you're all fired.

Every last one of you.

Axe Cap is closed.

Now, most of you

will be hired back again
by the end of tonight,

by the new Axe Holding Company

under either the Axe Bank

or the Axe Asset Management Division.

Our new structure will be in
place by the end of the weekend

so we're open for business Monday.

You said "most" will be rehired?

Good listening.

That's right, Ben Kim, like you.

But not like...

Now Wendy is gonna be in her office

getting ready to discuss

all of this with you

at the exit interviews.

The world has changed.

We have to change.

- This way.
- We have already changed.

Lauren, you're gonna have to choose

between Axe Bank and Mase Carbon.

You got until the end
of the night to decide.

First priority,

form an emergency capital introduction

and raise team for the bank.

We need some fuckin' deposits.

And more than just stimulus checks.

Before there's none left,

and our bank dies in the crib.

Seemed so easy before.

Yeah, well, the fucking Goliaths

have gobbled it all up.

So find me mine.

Psychiatrists will tell you
reassurance does no good,

because once reassured,
you are not becalmed for long.

Instead, you become trained
to need more reassurance.

Yeah. But I still look in the mirror

to make sure my butt is...

You could just ask...

...somebody.

- I'd...
- Fine.

I'll take this moment
to set your minds at ease.

No matter what the mothership does,

we at Taylor Mason Carbon
will remain autonomous.

You will not be working for a bank.

All will be resolved.

What about her?

You... I mean Lauren.

I didn't mean to just reference you.

You're right there so...

We all need to stay focused and united.

Loyalty is doubly important now.

So Lauren isn't going to the bank.

She'll stay in IR at the
new asset management arm

and stay in place for us.

Hard Bob?

'Lo, Axe.

When last we spoke,
you'd tendered me a position.

Well, now that I find myself
at loose ends,

I was of a mind to claim it.

They bounced you out of the government

because of your connection to Krakow?

They did indeed.

But during quarantine,

I became aware of your new endeavor.

So I've boned up

on all the latest changes
to the banking laws

on the off chance you need someone to be

your banking compliance honcho.

Well, get over to our office

and get started with my CEO.

You got it, Axe.

You two seem banky.

You feelin' banky?

This is... is this trolling?

Are you trolling us?

He's seeing what we're made of.

That I am. And you are made
of the stuff of Fort Knox.

Stand by. Assignment's coming
directly from the high chief.

You wanted a reminder;

you have a date with a Chelsea
tonight. 8:00 p.m.

Oh, shit!

I forgot.

No way I can leave the office now.

This one is important.

I thought the last one was,
but this is crucial.

Take dictation.

Oh, you mean me?

I thought you were gonna enable Siri.

Just a type a text to Chelz for me.

- The sequel to The Hustler.
- Color of Money.

Yes. One of my roommates

from Williams kept watching it
over and over again.

And I asked him why.

And he said it was because of the way

the power dynamics kept switching.

And he never knew who was zooming who.

Hmm. My college roommates
were mostly just trying

to make one of those beer harnesses

- you put around your head...
- Yeah, jocks, yes.

But it's the "Who's zooming whom" part.

That means something different now.

But you want me to be eyes up.

I need you to be.

Especially in that
company at that dinner.

And not just at the dinner.

Then that's where they'll be.

Up.

No, no, no, don't do that

with your fingers, like that.

No, you forget germs?

I've earned this carrot.

Believe me,
you're gonna give me all the carrots.

Ah-ha, you have news.

Signed NDAs.

We got the offer.

And it's a sweet one.

Suh-weet.

Wendy didn't undersell
the value of her shares

to Taylor Mason Carbon.

Very fair, more than fair.

And she's ready to strike a payment plan

and write out a check ASAP

to finalize the divorce settlement.

That's no Cinnabon.

That's a sour cream
sandwich and I'm not biting.

Don't tell me you're balking at the idea

of her paying you alimony?

I thought we were well
past you realizing

your worth isn't just
measured in dollars.

No, no, no gallantry.

I am past that quaint idea.

What I want is leverage.

To do my own valuation of Mase Carbon.

Use the offer to get me that.

You wanna look at their books.

I want to crawl into them
with my prospector's light.

And, uh, yeah, well,

I don't wanna call it a full audit.

Let's just see how they're cookin' 'em.

It ain't good for you, brother.

You keep at this,
you're gonna pull an embolism

or send your blood pressure
into Alice Kramden territory,

to the moon. Don't do this.

I say as your lawyer and best friend.

I hear you and I understand.

And at a rational level, I agree.

And thank you with an
open heart and mind.

But also my open mind knows this:

you've already got that demand

for financial disclosure drawn up

to get me the access I just asked for.

Don't you?

I know my man. Yeah.

- Doesn't mean I think it's right.
- Send the damn disclosure.

And then I'll grab you a
big plate of those carrots.

I signed for this.

I didn't realize what it was when I did.

Son of a bitch.

You got unplowed fields for me?

The wheat's a bit thin, but yes.

We look to whence the bank comes from.

Go back to check
cashing and payday loans

that the original company was built on.

Not recommended.

Seems a little low-rent.

So are the margins.

But then there's frontier
Rapid Growth Markets...

Vietnam, Nigeria, Indonesia.

Lots of money in places like
that looking for a safe home.

I like RGMs.

But what am I supposed to do?

Put our people on planes
and on video conferences

and start negotiations
with economic ministers?

That's a six months to a year horizon.

There is cannabis money.

Hmm.

Yes.

It's a multi-billion dollar space

according to our estimates,
as companies in medical marijuana

are ready to expand into recreational

as it gets legalized state by state.

Traditional banks have been reluctant

to take on and process this cash.

Sure, sure. I think I love this.

It's got potential.

Unfortunately, it's a yellow light.

A great opportunity, but not safe yet

until such time as federal
legislation changes.

It wasn't even supposed to
be mentioned in this meeting.

Yeah, but you did.

Send me everything you have on it.

Mr. Prince,

I am pleased that my invitation...

This is an impressive group.

I hope the intention is as serious
as I was led to believe, Mr. Rhoades.

Serious and elevating, I trust.

And, uh, call me Chuck, please.

And you call me Mike.

All of you.

Well, welcome to my home, Mike.

And to this chapter

of a great tradition,

the Jeffersonian dinner.

A further evolution of it anyway,
aided by WebEx.

Though separated by circumstance,

there's no reason our exchange
of ideas has to be... Ah!

And we will dine

as the founders did,

with heritage birds.

Has the same unaltered
genetic makeup as the turkeys

that roam the Shenandoah
Valley in Long Tom's day,

as my remote emissaries
have set up for you.

Yes, thank you very much.

I'm surprised you're not in
a powdered wig and tricorn.

Don't think he didn't consider it.

We will honor this custom
going back to the days

of the founders when leading citizens,

both public and private,

reviewed and sometimes
set the agenda of the day.

This will be a "one mind" conversation

with everyone taking turns,

no real interlocution or
crosstalk except by me.

I will be our guide.

And tonight's topic is...

Liberty.

Liberty, law.

Big words to unpack.

Either could be a night's work.
A week's.

It's like trying to understand
the difference in tone

between Match Game and Match Game, PM.

Well, the key there was

which ascot Charles Nelson Reilly wore,

but this is not the time
to look into that or the question.

Again, no cross talk.

Um, and we will keep
to Chatham House rule.

So, uh, you can use
any info you glean here,

but not for attribution.

Can I get a nod of assent to same?

Of course.

Uh, premise.

- Two ways...
- I tried him, but

you're the one who sent me this garbage.

...uh, banking laws
are a threat to liberty or

banks without regulation
are the true threat to liberty.

First, are we a people at liberty?

Then, are we free to bank

- how we want?
- Right, yeah.

I have some thoughts on this.

Um, freedom...

Chuck, you need to take this.

Let's start with the,
uh, premise that...

It's a reflex. She calls,
I have to answer. It's Wendy.

We need to talk.

- Can't it wait?
- You didn't.

Uh, folks, I'll need a moment before

we continue our colloquy.

I'm in the midst of a
Jeffersonian dinner.

You hit me with a goddamn subpoena.

A demand for disclosure

as is within my rights.

I care not a whit, as you might put it.

What I do care about
is what are you trying

to get out of this look under the hood?

Fair play.

Getting what I am owed. Simple as that.

We had an independent valuator
come up with that number.

Our very own Jonathan Mardukas.

Who knows what kind of circles

your in-house accountant spun him in?

No. This is about control

over me one last time.

Or is it part of your
endless pursuit of Axe?

- Hmm.
- What, you want a Trojan Horse

into his books?

No plan. Do you want to be done?

Then let's be done. Pay me off.

Lump sum in the next 48 hours.

Forty-eight hours?

For that kind of money?

Or I'll be in first thing
next week to take a gander.

Or a perusal.

Or maybe I'll just take a
piece of the company. Hmm?

There's no way that's happening.

These are reasonable options.

It's either the Burt Reynolds Spreader

or a go-away pay off.

The divorce judge will see that as fair.

Because it is.

Hi.

Chelz, welcome.

I'm so glad you're here. Come with me.

I'm sorry I couldn't get away, but...

I didn't wanna cancel.

More like you're worried people my age

have a short attention span

and I would forget about you,

if you canceled.

But don't stress.
You've got my attention.

At least for now.

Is this weird?

I hope it's not weird.

It's a little weird.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I need you to go after gold,

gold deposits that is.

We get credits for
FDIC-insured deposits.

But there's a limit of 250K per account.

So I need you to call
everybody on the master list

who's got more than that

and make 'em break down their
accounts into multiple accounts

of under 250.

Put 'em in their wives' names,
kids' names,

businesses, LLCs, corps.

That sounds...

well, I'll just say it.

Over the line.

In our world, you're either
driven by greed or fear.

If you picked fear,

I don't know why you're even
in that fucking building.

I gotta take a call. So go get creative.

Did you get my text?

- So who's there?
- Chuck's at the head.

- Of course.
- Ira was next to him

and Prince on the other side.

- Son of a bitch.
- That's what I said.

Senator Vanderveer and Governor Sweeney

and the rest of them
were up on the board.

They were sitting down to dinner,

but it looked like a major
fuckin' initiative to me.

There was an empty seat, too.
I'm not sure for who.

I... I couldn't see the placard.

So tell me exactly what it was
you overheard Chuck saying.

"Premise, two ways.

"Banking laws are a threat to liberty,

"or banks without regulation are

the true threat to liberty."

First, are we a people at liberty?

Then, are we free to bank how we want?

Yeah, premise.

It's a fucking attack on me.

I'm gonna Sherlock Holmes this thing

until I figure it out.

- Yeah?
- I'm calling you

as my banking trustee.

Seems like your son is
having a soirée tonight.

And your invite must have

gotten caught up in the spam filter.

Feels like it's a meeting of my enemies

arrayed against me.

So I need you to crash
and send me dispatches.

Copy that.

Doc, am I game ready?

Like Julius Erving in 76, baby.

In.

Good.

I know I said, I'd take you to

Tom Colicchoi's new restaurant.

- Yeah.
- But don't be disappointed.

I brought Tom Colicchio to you.

- Hey, Wags. How you doin'?
- Chef.

Good evening.

So this is a dish that I created back

when I was at Gramercy Tavern,

and I thought I'd revive
it for this evening.

It's a pea purée with a fondue of crab.

There's some bacon,

a little bit of sumac,

and pink peppercorns. Enjoy.

Chef, you're a genius.

Thank you.

Hmm. Smell that broth.

Uh-mm.

Wagner.

I'm here to get you ship-shape
on banking regulation.

Hard Bob.

I thought the usual whiff
of bullshit had dissipated.

My mind is a repository
of FDIC rules and regs.

I don't need any help.

But I will certainly ask you if I do.

How will fee structure and annual

percentage rate calculations
be disclosed to consumers

to ensure compliance with the
truth in lending statutes?

Let's not bore the lady with
these tedious questions.

Come with me.

I will parry these softballs and more.

Let me handle this tinhorn.

Why don't you make
a TikTok or something?

How would you ensure that
error resolution policies

remain within the guidelines of...

Look, you've made your point.

I'm lost in the fuckin' weeds.

I need you to coach me.

But privately,
not in front of my lady friend.

I will have the
documents brought to you,

and we can start tomorrow.

All right.

Hey, Wags, can you come down?

Look, in business, I've always
been a fan of proper regulation.

A level playing field.

I feed on fair competition.

And I feel the same way about
my latest venture, Hypercube,

which is the digital equivalent

of a brick-and-mortar bank
for today and beyond.

So for the purposes of our conversation,

I'll call myself a banker.

And as such, I have to say,

there must be a limit to the strangling

- regulation certain factions propose...
- Whoa...

Sorry to interrupt.

I thought we had plans tonight, son.

Must have gotten my dates crossed.

No, we didn't, Dad. We have none.

Marcia, you look radiant.

And you look the picture
of health, Charles.

Oh, that's thanks to me.

He's my medical man.

Yeah, I keep his meds straight,

his rod straighter and his nose clean.

Well, that part's up to him.

Well, uh,

now that you're here,
you might as well post up there.

Really? No, I... I don't want
to put you to any trouble.

Dad, I'm sorry, it's a private affair,

but you can get a plate and fall back.

And our event has a
strict subset of rules.

So I'm going to have
to insist on your silence.

- I'm Helen fucking Keller.
- Mmm.

Well, Dad,
it's great to have you with us.

I can't believe

you fuckin' showed up here uninvited.

The only reason I'm not kicking you out

is 'cause I can't do that in
front of my vaunted guests.

Then I guess when it comes to whist,

I'm still the one takin'
the most tricks.

So...

what are we choppin' up?

- Talk to me.
- Yeah, Axe, it's the fucking doctor.

I got a message for
you from the patient.

The Prince is takin' it to the bank.

Is anybody listening to you there?

- No.
- Then don't speak in code.

I'm saying the Prince
is taking it to the...

You mean he has a bank? Prince does?

Okay, you know what? We're gonna do

a quick little hearing
test when we meet.

No, we're not.

I have just received reassurance

that Judge DeGiulio is still coming.

So are we expected to go on

like we're in colonial
times until he does,

or can we have a regular conversation?

No one forced you to come.

I... I have to admit
I took pause at having

a stark raving capitalist
here in the first place.

But then I listened to

some of our esteemed
guests and relented.

An Attorney General
who actually listens.

A novel concept for our age.

We have to deal with this...

directly.

You said, "Yellow light" to Axe.

But the research I gave you
said clearly that cannabis money

is a red light for banks at this moment.

We agreed we wouldn't even pitch it.
And that was after I said

I didn't want to pitch
anything bank-related

but you said we had to, so I...

- I don't understand.
- And now you wanna know what?

Why throw the scroogie
when you called for the heater?

I... I pitched softball
for one season in college.

My out pitch was a sinker dropped off

the table like a brick.

And yeah, if my catcher and
I got crossed up like that,

I'd expect her to come to the mound.

As I am.

Why give wrong info to the Axe Man?

We didn't tell him to buy.

Are you working against him?
For yourself?

I can't help if I don't know.

Are you going to make sure Mase Carbon

stays independent no matter what?

This is the "trust me" piece.

As a person? Or as a boss?

Like in one of those good sushi places

where they won't make substitutions
or California rolls.

You're in safe hands when
I serve you the quail egg.

Uh... I'm not working for a bank.

Banks are bad.
Not good bad or fun bad, just bad.

And boring.

I give you my word.

We'll see what that's worth.

Thanks for the intel on Chuck's.

I think I'm starting to
know what's going on.

I owe you.

So... I admit it. Yes.

The Tanner thing was about you.

I just thought, this guy's full of shit.
Marketable.

But a dime-store Pollock with
a full head of greasy hair.

And I wanted you to see
it sooner than later

before you got badly hurt.

So I... I exposed him.

You'd have seen it within
weeks if I did nothing.

If that's true, I could see my way

to appreciating...

it... the intent,

but...

- There are other ways.
- Yeah, now look,

I am not saying I was thinking clearly

or that I even knew,
exactly, what I was doing.

But since you mentioned it this morning,

you know, I've been chewing on it.

So I had to tell you.

Sorry to interrupt. But I need you.

You looking for me, Orrin?

Not you. Her.

Okay. Well, Wend,

you and I will finish this convo later.

That we will.

You don't have the liquid assets

to pay out Chuck, lump sum right now.

I can fight off his demand
for a week or so, but...

he's going to get in.

I see the trading of
blows has begun already.

Don't tell me I caught you off guard?

I just want to make sure you
are ready to parry my attack.

Like Louden Swain himself.

And I want to make sure you are able

to deliver the Solicitor General.

He's pretty darn key here.

To our own vision quest, yes.

DeGiulio will be here.

But as to where he'll land,
I am less confident.

He's formidable. A veritable Shute.

I'll get his shoulders
down for the three count.

Best of luck to you on that.

I haven't seen you leave your office.

Is that your way of
asking if I've had dinner?

You're usually more direct.

To go see Axe. To tell him
that you're choosing Mase Carb.

I'm considering his offer
to work for Axe Bank.

I see.

When you factor in your bonus,

you'd make less there than you do here.

What tempts you about his offer that

I won't be able to match?

Stability.

Working here,
we're always fighting for our lives.

Don't get me wrong, I love a challenge,

the thrill of a big win
when we land new money.

Oof, it's like hitting
your number in roulette

and letting it ride.
But you keep that up and...

You'd rather be the house.

You don't ask me a lot
about my life before we met,

and I like that.

I figure your own past is
full of difficult memories

you'd rather not retread,

and you're extending
me the same courtesy.

You're right. I don't like to pry.

But I want you to feel
comfortable sharing

anything with me.

When I was 12 years old,
my dad found Jesus.

He left a lucrative career in
advertising for the pulpit.

He said he couldn't stand
another day of writing jingles

that people could whistle
on their way to hell.

He wanted to climb
Jacob's Ladder instead.

He threw our whole family into debt.
We lost our house.

I worked my way through college,
and I still have loans.

I appreciate your sharing that with me.

But it leaves me wondering
what we've been doing

this whole time together, then,

if you never felt
secure or provided for.

So maybe I have some trust issues too,

but that's not all of it.

I don't want to be dependent on you.

I can't count on you
providing for me forever.

That's not fair to either one of us.

I need to be able to provide for myself.

God never made any sense to me.
Neither did heaven or hell.

But the markets do.

You are punished or
rewarded as you deserve.

It's not up to anyone's whim.

That's the kind of stability
I can devote my life to.

Let's get into the far reaches
of liberty and the law.

Marijuana, specifically.

Legalization as a form of liberty

and a source of tax revenue?

Or is it a furtherance of moral decay

that needs to be curtailed
in order to preserve

liberty of thought?

Let me kick this off,
'cause I have something to say.

- Legalization, I'm for it, and...
- I don't know, man.

Say what you will about moral decay...

- Excuse me...
- But you don't know true freedom

until you've gotten behind
some government-derived,

pharmaceutical-grade jump juice.

Amphetamines, baby,
you know what I mean?

Of course you don't. Wink wink.

I'm not talking about
some sweaty meth cookers

wearing rebreathers and
hitting up every CVS

inside the county line
for Sudafed and Drano.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I am talking primo caca,

turned out by chemist-vintners.

And I, for one, cannot wait
to see the ground that these

high-end grasshoppers
break out once it's legal.

Moving on.

We used to call it Mary Jane,

sometimes tea.

But whatever you put
in your pipe and smoke,

that's what they are
arguing about right now.

- Cannabis?
- That's what the marketers

want you to call it, yeah.

And the...
the conversation has turned to it

as business source or revenue.

Who's pro and who's against?

Prince is for it.

And they keep mentioning
DeGiulio is showing up.

The federal government's
going fully legal?

Nah. Is that the thing?

Try one of the upstairs commodes!

And have a little respect
for a man with one

recently-installed fucking kidney!

I gotta get back.

Bill, I need you to check on the status

of all current marijuana legislation,

as well as any public statements
made on the subject by Graham,

Vandeveer, or Sweeney.

And find out what's moving
through the federal system

right now or might be soon.

Call in anybody you'd like to help.

Wags!

I need your help on something.

Where can I get $25 million, quick?

We gonna plan a heist?

Should I get Danny and
Rusty and the crew?

No, really. I need 25. Now.

Chuck is going to use
the divorce settlement

to get a look at our books,
and leg over into Axe's,

if I don't lump sum him.

Can't let that happen
because it won't stop,

- even there.
- It will not.

You don't have the ability
to lay hands on that amount?

It's illiquid or tied up in the
divorce settlement with Chuck.

Could you lend it to me,

and use my piece of the
company as collateral?

I can't be seen as
pulling money right now.

What about the special trustee,
your former father-in-law?

- He's a man of means.
- No. No way.

Makes it worse.

Well, you need someone like that:

deep pockets and willing
to go into them for you.

Axe. He'd...

I am not comfortable with that.

We need to keep Mase Carb separate,

because if Axe gets angry,
he could trash it for spite.

Well, we need to solve this.

Otherwise, Chuck will be here
Monday morning,

in his white Gil Grissom coat,

ready to do an autopsy on our business.

Apologies and salutations.

- Mmm.
- If it isn't the man of the hour.

If that hour were several hours ago.

I figured this was better than nothing.

I missed the festivities, I see.

Which were spirited at times.

Since you're here,
Mr. Solicitor General,

perhaps you can be of answer
to our final question,

the path to legality of cannabis.

Well, as you know, I can't take a side.

United States is my only client.

But there is a case looming,

and its issues echo many other
cases from many other states.

But it's a conservative court.

So don't we know how it would rule?

It is. But as the states' rulings

for legalization pile up,

the likelihood of the high court

changing with the times, grows.

It's a living body, adhering
to the Constitution, of course,

but not deaf to our age.

SCOTUS isn't the Vatican.

Exactly the theme of our discussion.

What are the chances the
case goes before the court?

Well, I'm not a betting man, but hell,

if I were, even Ladbroke's
doesn't take action on this,

but I wouldn't bet against it.

Let's eat!

Oh, I already finished.

He served the main course,

and I didn't want mine to get cold.

Sorry. But I mean, cold chicken?

- Bleh.
- Of course. You're right. Blech.

Well, I hope you don't mind
watching me eat.

Can I get you some more wine?

I just have a quick question.

This form asks for my department head.

Would that be you?

And actually, what's my department?

Wait, what's my new title?

Can I pick it myself?

Does my office look any different, Tuk?

The tablecloth, the candlelight?

Maybe the beautiful,
young inamorata sitting right here?

Do any of these signs tell you

that now is not a good time?

Let's review some basics.

I am the goddamn CEO of Axe Bank.

I am neither your department head

nor the person you come to
with your imbecilic questions.

I have much, much bigger fish
on my metaphorical plate,

and a fucking cold coq au vin
on my actual plate.

And nobody likes cold coq,
you know what I'm sayin'?

He needs to be made
a fucking example of.

Don't you run from me,

you loathsome little prick squirt!

Fucking cunt!

Mike Prince and my son
are squarely at odds

over this ganja business.

I've heard it from you...

...John Birch Society types before...

- What? You've got to be kidding!
- ...on cannabis.

It needs to be legalized and federally.

- Yeah. Right on, hophead.
- Oh, well,

- that's great.
- It got heated as hell.

Barbs and brickbats tossed around.

The long and the short it is:

Prince kind of kicked Chuck's ass.

Meanwhile, all that product

can be taxed.

Prince kind of

handed Chuck his ass
in his own dining room.

DeGiulio said it'll come
before the court.

Both of them seemed to think

that was a victory for their side.

But I wouldn't invest
in cannabis right now.

Too much uncertainty.

Hold on.

That was no fight.

That's what they wanted us to think.

They're in this together.
My two enemies have linked up.

They're trying to make
marijuana money safe to bank,

for Prince.

He gains these deposits for his bank

and crushes mine in the fucking process.

Bill, it is federal.

Get Bach to find out what
existing marijuana cases

can be appealed to the Supreme Court.

Some laws are gonna change,
and we gotta be ready.

- Is Victor there?
- Yep.

- Yo.
- Taylor and Rian,

tell them the yellow
light is going green.

That Axe Holding is
going all the way green.

Set up the leading marijuana companies

for pitches, with incentives,
to be handled by Axe Bank.

- Got it.
- Find out

which cannabis companies
Mike Prince is pursuing or in.

Medical, recreational,
CBD, THC, paraphernalia,

payment processors.

Someone's about to get smoked.

You got that right.

Whatever he's going after,

I'm gonna take it.

You're leaving.

Yeah, to let you do your thing.

This night turned into a mess.
I'm sorry.

I was hoping I could show you
that I could be both a bank CEO

and a substantial suitor,

the kind you'd think long-term about.

The kind you'd be proud
to introduce to your folks.

Instead, I showed
a side of myself that was...

That was totally baller.

I loved watching you ream that beta.

I was beginning to worry
that you were past it.

But you're no lap dog.

You're a Rottweiler.

Finish up here and have the front desk

let me up to your place.

I'll be waiting for you.

Huh.

- Hi.
- Wend, look, I only half said it before

we got interrupted, about uh,

why I hated you and Tanner...

Let me do this first.

Because until it's done, uh,
I can't hear anything else.

Until what's done?

Chuck.

I need his hand out of my pocket

and his nose out of... our business.

I can give you the long buildup

or cut to the punch line, which is:

I need you to buy out
my shares of Mase Carbon

today in cash.

And promise to let me
buy 'em back at par

whenever I can.

How much?

It's $25 million.

Done.

I sold to Axe.

You agreed not to do
that mere hours ago.

Did our discussion mean
that little to you?

I know. But then I realized:

We can trust him.

- You can.
- You must know that sounds ridiculous.

How can I suddenly trust him?

Because he wouldn't do
anything to hurt me.

And I know I'm the only person
in the world that's true of.

He's hurt you before
when he's needed to.

He did.

But I understand why.

And things are different between us now.

I see.

In that case, I'll affirm it.

Good.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

Have you made your decision yet?

Still torn.

I have been thinking
about what you said.

But I believe I can do both,

handle the bank and Mase Carb.

I'd like to pitch it to Axe.

Well, then, technically,
you still work for me.

So I have the power to do this:

You're fired.

I'll go to Axe, then.

I'll get him to back me up
and you know he will.

IR girls are growing on trees
out there these days.

How can you be so spiteful?

Where is this coming from?

You told me about your trust issues.

Now I'll tell you about mine.

Every time I trust someone
close to me to make a decision,

they choose to fuck me over.

I thought you were different.
I was wrong.

It's that simple to you?

Yes, it is. You made it so.

I'm not torn anymore.

Not at all.

If that's how you feel about me

after everything we've built together,

then it's all clear.

Maybe for the first time.

Well, I'm glad
I could elucidate for you.

You talk a big game
about worshipping logic,

clean, emotionless simplicity.

But every move you make
comes from a personal pain

so deep you can't even recognize it.

Stay out of the apartment
until I clear my shit out.

We did it.

All these people are going
to push our agenda forward.

They texted me.

I know it is so because
I can almost feel

that bit of melancholy
that comes on the precipice

of momentous success.

Comes on the precipice of failure, too.

True.

That argument was a nice touch.

Convincing. Almost felt personal.

To sell it.

Ah. Ah-ah.

Oh, morning, sweetheart.

You're up early.

Hi, Dad. Couldn't sleep.

Oh. Hey, uh, this is Mr. Prince.

Call me Mike.

Hello.

What's that smell?

Remnants of your grandfather's cigar.

- You hungry?
- Mm-hm.

Good.

That's yours.

Hey.

Hey.

You were right earlier.

It's, um, it's true.

I was trying to ruin
Tanner in your eyes.

But not as a favor to you,

or to try to show you
something about him,

but because of you.

Because I couldn't stand
you being with him.

Or anyone.

I can't stand it.

You don't want me
to be all alone though.

You can't want that.

No.

I do not.

That's what I'm experiencing right now,

and it's making me realize it.

I know.

I look at it... honestly,

but I've never allowed
myself to really think,

I feel the same things
when I look at you.

I've waited so long to hear those words.

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