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Previously on "Billions"...

I am not my husband,

and I am not going to be the shuttlecock

that you two smack back and forth.

The only deal with teeth

would have to take him
out of business forever.

That's the only deal
he would never take.

I can get him to come to you.

The defendant agrees to an
aggregate financial penalty

of 1.9 billion dollars.

Didn't he say that he
would never settle?

Take a look at Chapter Ten.
It's a problem.

It isn't flattering.

Looking at some pretty serious
reputational damage here.

He made some shrewd trades around 9/11.

You know, he did what he had to do.

You have an informant in Axe Capital.

Our tech guys were able to pull metadata

that established he'd been
in contact with insiders.

We had him boxed up. He broke
like a Mexican condom.

Do all guys in my position hate
themselves for doing this?

I'm still gonna need you
to keep me informed.

Then you're not really recused.

I am. Officially.

You used to be one of the
most open people here.

But you've... withdrawn from me.

What are you working on right now?

Internet fraud case.

Why don't you skip Don Pasquale

and join us on this opera
buffa, what do you say?

Fuck, yes!

I think you're gonna be happy.

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Go.

- FBI!
- Go!

There's someone in the house.

It'll be fine.

Go be with the kids.

FBI! Let me see your hands!

Donnie.

It's a nice place.

Moderne.

Sorry about your front door.

It's all right. He can
afford another one.

Let's go.

I wanted you to know what
it's gonna feel like

when we come to take you to jail.

I'm giving you what you want.
I'm giving you Axe.

Is that what you're doing?

What the fuck is this?

That's our internal audit
on Kemlot Biochemical.

When Axe takes a big
position on Kemlot, long,

that audit is going to be
a key piece of evidence

proving he went against the numbers

because he knew something.

There is nothing

that connects that document to Axelrod.

Axe sent it to me. Check the cybertrail.

Our guys gave it one of these...

...and it's clean.

I'm doubting you're even for real.

You need evidence...

Bobby Axelrod trading material
nonpublic information...

and you need it in a week.

What happens in a week?

That's when Axe is in federal custody...

or you are. Get it done!

All right, cool. Right?

- It's huge.
- It is.

This is just the preshow.

Look at these guys.

Oh! That was awesome. Huh?

- Dad.
- Yeah?

It's Mark Teixeira. Can
I have an autograph?

Oh, yeah.

Sure, let's go ask. Come on.

Hey, uh, Kev, you know what?
Let's hold up.

Let's not bother the man right now.
Okay?

Hey, Mark,

do you mind, uh, talking
to this little man?

I know his mom and dad.

- Yeah. Come on.
- Kevin!

- Kevin, come on.
- Can I go?

Yeah, of course. Go on.

Hey, buddy. You a baseball player?

Yeah.

All right, let's see if I can
find a ball to sign for you.

- Junior.
- Baron Von Axelrod.

Gesture's appreciated.

Of course.

Never women and children.

It's a big deal for him.

Favorite player. Calls
him the "Mark Man."

Well, he's obviously got his
mother's instinct for people.

Hi.

Did I miss something?

No. Hey.

Mwah.

He's growing like a weed.

- Yes.
- Hey, Kev.

Let's leave Mr. Teixeira alone.
Chuck Rhoades.

- Thank you very much.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Pleasure.

I'll see you at the office.

- So you were telling me...
- Yeah, Juice Press.

Our valuation's already up ten-x.

Mm-hmm.

The bankers are all
over us about an IPO.

- This thing's gonna huge.
- Sorry to interrupt.

Mark, there's a couple guys
over here you gotta meet.

- Go ahead.
- Sorry.

Thanks, Bobby.

I've got a janitor.

It's as high as I could
nail down so far.

But he's already coming through.

He saw something last night.

We may have a real issue.

It was a great day for Kevin.

He fell asleep with
that ball in his hand.

Mm-hmm. Good.

I was glad all the...

shit didn't get in the way.

I was impressed you could be civil...

Pretty much took everything I had

to let it fucking go down.

Hey, really?

Something good happened to your son,

and you can't sidestep
your personal feelings?

Sometimes I wish I were your patient...

Because then maybe

I would get a sympathetic
ear every time I'm not

my absolute best self 24 hours a day.

Yeah, I admit it.

I didn't like standing there,
grinning like an idiot,

while Axe got to play Santa
Claus and Bob Costas

all rolled up into one.

If you were my patient, I
would tell you to let it go.

But you're not, so grow the fuck up.

- I'm trying.
- You know, Axe was being nice.

He has that capacity. He
wasn't looking to hurt you.

He was looking to do
something nice for Kevin,

because of me.

Because of your special relationship.

Yes.

Why can't you just...

I have seen someone... a headhunter.

Really?

When you recused yourself,
that meant a lot to me.

And I...

I felt like I should look into it...
for us.

What'd you find out?

Well...

The numbers don't add up.

We could make that work.

You make 185 a year.

If I leave Axe Capital and start over,

I'll make a quarter of
that, less at a clinic.

Really?

You could forget private
schools for the kids.

Oh, come on, Wendy.

The money that you have in Axe's fund...

if you're allowed to take it out,

if it's not just a Ponzi scheme...

So we burn our savings?

We'd have four, five years
tops living where we're living

before the money runs out. No.

You know, Brooklyn Heights
Elementary is nice.

- It's closer.
- I want my kids to go

to the same school that I went to,

that my father went to.

There's a continuity that
bridges the generations.

You can't put a price on that.

Well, they do, and it's 70 grand a year.

You should see a headhunter.

No. We're in the middle of
major things right now.

Major.

It's not the right time.

How about this?

If you get that big job
you've always talked about,

I'll quit.

I will leave Axe Capital.

Hi.

Hey. Hi. It's been too long, babe.

How did you drag me out to this?

You always try to avoid them.

Usually, but this is one
you needed to make.

My boss is here,

and he's got a book
with a redacted chapter

that you'll be interested in.

Come here.

Albus.

I wanted you to meet my
friend, Kate Sacker.

We were in Tiger, in together.
And she's a voracious reader.

Hello there.

What brings you to this
haven of words and wine?

Oh, just the chance to
meet erudite gentlemen

and learn from them.

There is nothing illegal in
here, nothing actionable,

but fuck.

A guy who has so much

of his public reputation built on 9/11.

It's...

Okay, if this is about Axelrod,

I can't be here. Why'd you text me?

You just need to read
this thing I found.

It'll make your day.

Tell me.

The reason Axe wasn't
in the Towers on 9/11

with the rest of his company

was because he was at
his attorney's office

going over his severance package.

That's what's great about you, Sacker.
Always ears out.

So they were brooming him?

Big-time.

Partners thought his trades were
over the line, maybe illegal.

9/11... their deaths...
saved his career.

It allowed him to take over the firm,

rename it for himself.

And it gets worse. Listen to this...

"Bobby claims that he was
supporting the rescue efforts

on 9/11, but like everything
else in his life,

this is a lie. Because
after the dust settled..."

"...the whispers began.

But by the time the New
York markets reopened,

Bobby was hundreds of
millions of dollars richer."

If this gets out...

I will have nothing to do with this. No.

Nor will I leak it.

Did he just tell us to leak it?

How could he? He was never even here.

Who should we give it to?

Sacker has a friend at the Times,

but someone might figure that out.

Dimonda.

Dimonda? He's torched us twice already.

You're gonna reward that?

Yes, I am. I'll give it to him.

He understands contract.

He'll know the value of
what we're bringing him.

And he'll reward it.

It's not just about this story.

It's about the next one,
the one after that.

And he's not Axe's guy anymore.
He's our guy.

Hmm.

Hey. This came for you.

What's up?

Hall called yesterday with
some distressing news.

US attorneys pulled in an informant

in the middle of the night.

He doesn't have a name,

but he knows he works
here at Axe Capital.

What the fuck? You sat
on this for half a day?

What should I have done?

Fire everyone, right now, including me.

Wags, if it's you, you got me.

I am gonna fire somebody, though.

That's for fucking certain.

- Who?
- The informant.

Do you know who it is?

I will.

Put your phones down!
Put your phones down!

Everybody, right now!

Bid 71 the figure.

- Fifty half a hundred.
- Put it in.

Like, right now.

Who are you talking to?

Uh, nobody.

Our... our... our sales
monkey at Morgan.

Let me see your phone.

Not that phone! Not your work phone!

Your real phone!

Ah, here.

This is an offshore number.
What is this?

A-a guy, an analyst.

With a fucking Antigua country code?

A-all right, it's my bookie.
He's set up offshore.

What's this? Unmarked?

- I'm calling this right now.
- Don't. Please don't. Don't.

Don't.

Who the fuck are you talking to?

It's my... my girlfriend
from high school.

I didn't have the heart
to erase her number.

She's... she's so sweet.

And chesty.

J...

You have to stop calling me.

Everyone here is on notice.

Everything you do will be picked apart

until I discover who is on the level

and who's a fucking quisling!

That should get the rat scurrying.

What the fuck is a quisling?

Turncoat.

Shit!

I knew it didn't sound good.

Hey. Congrats on getting the book.

Really fucking awesome.

Thanks.

Come out with me tonight.
We should celebrate.

Is this a superior
taking out a subordinate

for a job well done?

Uh, yeah, I guess.

Love to,

but I have, uh, dinner plans.

My parents.

I see.

Come along.

The wire at Axe Cap is humming.

What?

Axelrod went full Captain
Queeg on a trader.

He's launching a mole hunt.

I don't know if he knows something

or if he's just paranoid,
but our man's in trouble.

Shit.

You've got a problem.

He'll smoke out your guy.

Bury the SEC file on that
Rubinex trade he got pinged on.

Spyros's office is a fucking sieve.

Axelrod's probably got a
leg in there right now,

looking for anything open
on his people, so...

I will.

Bibimbap?

You of all people. It's...
It's fucking mall food.

What? It's good. Vegetarian.

Yeah, you think it keeps you thin.

Well, at least put some kimchi
on it, for fuck's sake.

Come on.

Thattaboy.

Mm.

You know, you still have a problem.

If he's looking for a mole,

he's not gonna stop
until he's got a mole.

So you gotta give him a mole.

You want me to take some schmuck

and start talking to him,

make him look like he's the informant?

Frame an innocent guy,
get him fired, ruined?

No. You want to.

I'm just telling you how.

A Michelin star.

Whoo!

I could not be more proud of our family.

And, of course, we have
to single out one member.

'Cause when you get that star,

it means you have a world-class chef.

This one just happens
to be my baby sister.

So let's raise a glass

to the woman who made
this all possible...

Lu.

- Whoo!
- To Lu!

Whoo!

Cheers!

- Cheers!
- Cheers.

How long have they been hanging out?

Past three days.

Are they in uniform?

No, but they're watching the farm

like they're undercover or something.

I don't know. Maybe cops. Maybe miga.

Does everyone have their papers?

Don't make me lie to you.

Cross-referenced e-mail contents,

web histories, ten most
profitable trades,

anything that tried to duck compliance.

Forward the e-mails to me.

These guys are, uh, saying

some pretty terrible
things about you in them.

Of course they are. I'm their boss.

Hit me with some of the worst.

"The man fucking creeps me out.

Is he even a man or some
kind of alien magi?"

"His eyes see the dark
truth inside us all,

a truth that wasn't even
dark until he looked at it."

"He knows I'm typing this.

He's having this e-mail read
aloud to him right now."

Who wrote that?

No. Don't tell me.

I already know from the syntax.

What do they say about Wags?

No. No way. I'm not like you.

I can't hear it. It would break me.

Well, uh, I'll say one thing.

People are scared.

Three people deleted their hard drives

and overwrote them with new data.

Is there a reason to do that?

Yeah, to intentionally make
the files unrecoverable.

Who?

Um...

Channing Feldt. Butch Probert.

- The Pouch?
- The Pouch?

And, uh, Donnie Caan.

If this is what you say it
is and I can verify it,

we are in a whole new place, Chuck.

Well, that's why I brought it to you.

Chase down what he did
after the first plane hit.

- The implications...
- I understand the implication.

Right. What are you
eating there, cabbage?

Yeah. Goi Ba.

- Uh-huh.
- Delicious.

You know, there's more
to bahn mi than bread.

If you say so.

Just so you know, if you're playing me,

and this story doesn't
make, I swear to God...

I'm not.

Fact-check it, run it, and you'll see

you're not the only one
who understands contract.

Thank you so much for joining us, Bryan.

- We're honored.
- It's my honor.

From how our daughter described you,

I figured you'd blow it off.

I'm a businessman, after all.

I don't hate business. I hate criminals.

I can see the difference.

Most civil servants can't,

which is what they use to justify

their own less-than-scrupulous behavior.

Whoa.

Shots fired.

Uh, I don't think we're the ones...

Don't take the bait, Bryan.

No, no. He already has.

Are you saying you don't
occasionally give in

to the impetus to get down in the gutter

and brawl no-holds-barred style?

Uh, I might've shown him the manuscript,

told him the sitch.

Why would you show him...

I...uh...

I tell my dad everything.

And when I brought that book
home, I needed some advice.

I knew what would happen with it,

and I didn't know if I could
or should be involved in that.

And he convinced me to bring it in.

Thanks for setting her straight.

I advised her it was her duty
to share it with her superiors,

even if something unethical
might happen with it after.

- Unethical?
- Dad...

Maybe it's inevitable that
Axelrod's darkest secrets

will be made public.

Inevitability is

a problematic moral
justification for anything.

Look, Mr. Sacker...

Call me Frank.

Frank...

I've accepted certain realities.

Doing bad to do good.

Nothing you say could
convince me that's all right.

No. We need to fight back.
Think of it what you will.

Hey, I have responsibilities
beyond niceties.

- Let me ask you one thing.
- Hmm?

How does it make you feel, Bryan?

You know, when I was young, I
would've done the same thing.

Not anymore. Sleeping well
has become important to me.

So is looking my daughter in the eye,

knowing she's looking
back at a good person.

Principle doesn't usually
go away all at once.

It's a, uh, creeping erosion.

A Michelin star.

Well, it was a great moment.

That's not a real smile.

I had to let Marta and her family go.

Their papers were forged.

We're going through everyone.

Tito thinks that immigration
agents are watching the farm,

and I think so, too.

You sure?

I saw them, and they're not local cops.

They're Rhoades's people.

FBI.

They've been staking us out here, too.

They're watching our house?

I didn't know that they
were on you for sure.

I didn't want to alarm you.

Well, please fucking alarm me.

I need to know what's going on.

No. Not always.

Not if there's nothing
we can do to change it.

This is the way things are now.

Didn't the possibility cross your mind

that they might be watching us?

Of course.

Well, then you wouldn't have
done anything differently.

- Don't handle me.
- I wasn't. I'm not.

Fuck them. I want you
to live unencumbered.

This is a new reality.

Don't fucking pretend it isn't.

I thought about it, what you said.

And you're right. Tactically.
But I can't do it.

I won't frame an innocent
man as our mole.

It's, uh, an... erosion of principle.

There are no innocent men,

not on Wall Street.

So you won't act to protect the source?

No. Not... not this way.

If you don't play back at
him, he'll find the guy.

That's how this is gonna play out.

Axelrod is gonna be with
your guy in a room,

just the two of them, sitting there,

and he's gonna be staring
right the fuck through him.

Maybe by the end of today.

But you know what? Maybe
it's not my game anymore.

Yeah, maybe it's you young
guys, eating your salads

and remaking the world.

No, I know how to win. But, uh...

if that's not what it is anymore,

then, uh...

you do it your way, Bryan.

Okay, I will.

Donna, what days a week is
Adam DeGiulio in New York?

Uh, Wednesdays, I believe.

Good. Get me on his schedule
for breakfast in my office.

I don't think he eats breakfast.

Well, then, whatever it is
he does in the mornings.

And get this...

ball chair outta here.

What's up with the meditation room?

I asked one of the workmen.

Axe is having it reinforced
into a panic room

in case of a fucking attack.

Who does he think's gonna attack?

Donnie. Axe wants you in the
conference room right now.

Well, we don't have anything scheduled.

Good.

He didn't want to give you
the chance to prepare.

I'm gonna be sick.

We'll pick this up again tomorrow.

I'll let 'em sweat it out overnight.

Tell Hall's guy to tail him.

T., where do you lead on
beside the bid rigging thing?

The Scarsdale payroll fraud.

Give that to Cook.

Yes, sir.

Yale, right?

Beloit, then Yale, then Okin & Cutler.

Five years?

Eight.

I always wanted to work here, of course,

but I had to get... set up first.

And when you go back, you go
back to a senior position.

You're a dot-gov lifer, right?

Only the monastery for me. Mm.

What are you clearing my plate for?

Patience, T.

You're being followed. Go home.

Ten-two.

Match point.

Thank God.

Jesus Christ, Ira.

When did you turn into Sharif Khan?

I gotta confess.

I-I'm working on my boasts
and rails with a pro.

Mm.

300 an hour.

But hey, at least I don't suck anymore.

You want his number?

You just gave it to me.

- And it's too much.
- What's going on, Chuck?

We don't play for two months,
and then twice in a week.

I know you. You're up to something.

Maybe.

Truth is, I don't know what I'm up to.

Yeah, you put in the hours, the years,

to get to a certain point,
then you get there...

and, uh...

Not everything you want it to be.

Nothing ever is, but, uh...

You ever feel like you're on
the cusp of a great triumph,

and then you just wanna give it all up?

Yeah, sure.

And at what point do you
enjoy what you've achieved?

I could be the fucking president

and still be boxed in
from above and below.

Bobby Axelrod...

could run through the Serengeti

and not break a sweat.

I go down in the subway,
I gotta change my shirt.

You do what you do just as well as him.

Maybe better.

I wanna test the waters
in a private firm.

- Really?
- Mm.

Oh, Chuck. You... you...
you gotta let me do it.

You gotta let me be
the one to set it up.

They all want you. You'll cash in.

Let me wheel you into three places

and get the bidding war started.

Mm, no. Just one.

- Horvath.
- Of course.

The best Supreme Court litigator.

Big here and in Washington.

Get me a meeting at Horvath.
Keep it confidential.

You say where and when.

How did you know I was being followed?

Oh, right. You're watching Axe Capital.

Out of the three of us,

Pouch always plays on the
straight and narrow.

For fuck's sake, they
glossed him "Pouch"

because he's got no balls.

They say he has a vagina.

Wonderful. What else?

Look, if Axe doesn't trust me anymore,

he might give the Kemlot
trade to someone else.

Don't let him.

Get the trade, make the trade,
testify, and we're done.

Testify? You never said...

There's a thing called the Constitution.

Sixth Amendment, Confrontation Clause.

You have a right in this country

to cross-examine your accuser.

It's not enough that you
tell us what the tapes mean.

You gotta say it in court.

I can't even imagine it.

Axe there in the room with
those Laura Mars eyes.

That's what he's gonna do tomorrow, too.

Hey, hey, hey. You'll get through it.

You'll get through it.

I'll never know why everybody
drinks that Star Wars shit.

To optimize performance.

Well, you're certainly high-performance.

- Well, I try to be.
- You... you aren't a "try-er."

You never have been.

Aw, you've been watching, huh?

Mm-hmm, as you've watched me.

I was living out in Seattle
doing my first clerkship

on the Ninth Circuit.

And I remember when you got
your first clerkship...

Supreme Court. A year before me.

Well, clerking for Ginsburg was
the highlight of my career.

I'll tell you something...

for five-one, that woman
can hold her liquor.

That was a hell of a year.

I remember. I thought,
"DeGiulio is flying past me."

Well, it was never a competition.

We were both just trying to do good.

You know, I always figured
you for the robes yourself.

Circuit judge.

Maybe even the big one...
Justice Adam DeGiulio.

- Someday. Yeah.
- Hmm.

There's still a romance
to the judicial branch

that certainly transcends

the petty politicking in the executive.

But I-I don't even see
how I get there now.

I mean, there's no
opening in the offing.

Things change.

Assignments shift.

Ah. Now we get to the reason
for our meeting, don't we?

I was talking about you,

but, uh, yes.

Yeah. Also about the situation here.

I want to inform you that Bryan Connerty

is moving off the Axe
Capital prosecution.

His caseload is too heavy.

And Tonelle Burton has
the better skill set.

That's a problem.

The Attorney General and
I signed off on Connerty

in part because of his integrity.

T. Received the US Attorney's

Award for Excellence in
the Prosecution of Fraud.

I'm sure "T." is as
clean as a baby fawn.

That's not what this is about.

High-profile case, Washington watching.

This can't have the
appearance of string-pulling.

You're recused.

I, alone, determine which
attorneys lead investigations

in the Southern District,
Adam, not Washington.

Absolument.

But... if there's going to be a change,

I think we would change it all
the way to the Eastern District.

It's cleaner.

It was fun reminiscing.

Enjoy your food.

I'm looping you in. I'm
having one-on-ones today

with Butch, Channing, and Donnie.

I'd like you to sit in.

For what purpose?

Create an atmosphere of truth.

Maybe they'll feel more comfortable.

You know these guys well.

I'd like your opinion on
what they have to say.

Donnie. My Bryan Doyle.

Would you say you've done well for me?

Yeah, Axe. I feel good about it.

Tell me about FedEx.

Uh, that's not my sector.

No, somebody saw you in there.

Mailing a package.

Who was it to?

I don't know... uh, when that was.

Have you ever met anybody
that worked at the FBI?

I mean, just socially.

I...

No, I don't think so.

Excuse me. Can we talk for a minute?

I'm not gonna sit there and
be your human lie detector.

You weren't looping me in.
You were roping.

It's different.

I'm just asking you to listen.

You don't have to do anything.

I won't be used to
legitimize this bullshit.

I can't do this.

Can't do it.

Yes, you can.

He can't hear you.

I know that.

Why'd you overwrite your hard drive?

I don't know. Just thought
you'd want me to.

I do it once a month.

Some of those first quarter
trades last year...

You wanted me to leave that paper trail?

Tell me about Morien Sciences.

Morien? Is that biotech?

Solid company. Could be a monster.

There is no Morien Sciences.
I made it up.

You still picking your feet

in Poughkeepsie, Channing?

What?

Never mind.

I would never, Axe.

I don't know what my wife
has to do with this.

What about that Cross-Co.
Trucking play, Pouch?

You still have a problem with it?

Hey, I made my peace with that.

How many helpings of strawberries

did you have at lunch last week?

Uh, two. Two.

If they arrested you, what would you do?

I'd stand up, like Dollar Bill.

Would you look me in the eye

and spew lies about me
on the witness stand?

How did you respond to the
SEC letter on Rubinex?

I didn't. I gave it to my lawyer.

I thought you said Rubinex

never raised flags with the regulators.

It didn't. I'm sorry.

Are we done here?

Yeah, you're done. Burnt fucking toast.

Alex, thanks for coming. I
appreciate your discretion.

- Of course.
- Please.

Well...

You probably know I have standing offers

from a number of firms.

I chose to set this meeting with you.

We respect that.

Our firm has a lot to offer.

Now... I know this is not
about money for you,

but I also know that

your current annual salary, 185,000,

is what you would make
in a week at Horvath.

Hmm.

And what would you expect
from me in exchange?

Your expertise, image, prestige.

You would never have a boring day

because you would never have to
do anything you don't wanna do.

If you wanna be a rainmaker,
you can make rain.

If you want to play golf,

you can be on the circuit every Monday.

Company box at sporting events,

partner junkets to the Super Bowl.

Four weeks vacation every year.

Well, eight if you prefer.

In due time, your name would
be on the firm, of course.

All you have to do is say yes.

We got him.

An investigation we dug up at the SEC.

He got picked up, leveraged,
turned against you.

Don't be surprised.
Happens all the time.

On a long enough timeline,

everyone you know will turn against you.

I'm not surprised.

Irritated that I didn't see it coming.

How long have you been here, Dimonda?

Those things charge by the hour, right?

I'm running a story on you.
I'm hoping to get a comment.

That's not why you're here.
You could've called.

You're here 'cause you have
something big... to you.

Something you think
you can hurt me with.

Goes like this...

September 11, 2001. You're
in a lawyer's office.

You're being fired by your partners.

A plane crashes into the North Tower.

People are burning and dying.

And everyone you work
with sees it happen.

So you call a broker... Lincoln
Chang in Jersey City...

and have him short aviation stocks

in the European markets.

Then US hotels, shipping.

You go against it all.

The second plane hits.

Everyone you work with is dead.

People are lining up to give blood.

New York's bravest, your
wife-to-be's brother,

runs into the buildings to help.

He never comes back out,

while you sit back in your chair

with a smile on your face

making hundreds of millions of dollars.

And you take that money

and the rest of everything
your dead partners had,

and you call it Axe Capital.

That about right?

Congratulations.

It dropped.

We've got breaking news today.

Some damning revelations

of a hedge fund giant...
Robert "Bobby" Axelrod.

Just this morning, the
"Financial Journal"

reported that Bobby Axelrod

may have made much of his
considerable fortune

by preying on aviation,
hotel, and shipping companies

when they were most vulnerable,

shorting their stock
during those early moments

after the September
11th terrorist attacks.

...status as a
philanthropist in the city,

supporting many charities,

especially the police
and fire departments,

as the only surviving partner
at Wachtel, Rachlein, Rice,

the company that eventually
became Axe Capital.

Questions now being asked
about the source...

Turn off the fucking TVs!
Get back to work!

...no comment from the Axelrod camp.

Turn it off! Goddamn it!

...world of hedge funds...

And just...

I don't know where to...

There's a story about Axe on 9/11.

It's all over the news.

I am so sorry.

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm pulling the kids out of school

so they don't hear it from someone else.

That's smart.

I'm adding security.

Okay. I'll see you tonight.

Love you.

You knew?

Of course I knew.

Don't listen to the noise.

He didn't know our brother.
He didn't even know me then.

We have your back. This
will not fucking stand.

I've got your denials written.

I've been in touch with Forbes
to tell the real story.

I recommend a defamation suit,

regardless of the likelihood of victory.

It will buttress you...

- No.
- Then a book.

I have a list of best-selling
ghostwriters who can portray

your mindset in a compelling way

- ...that will...
- It's true.

I never lied about it. I'm not proud.

It was before anyone knew
for sure it was terrorism.

I just saw an opportunity

to make 750 million dollars in a day.

And I knew the firm, the
surviving families,

would need it.

Axe will see you now.

Hey, you hanging in?

We all have things...

Shut the fuck up.

You're fired.

You got nailed by the SEC,
so you tried to sell me out?

You wearing a wire right now?

No.

I would never...

Oh, sure.

I don't ever want to
see your face again.

Go get yourself another
job in another country,

'cause you're gonna have
a hard time in this one.

You're not meditating.

Nah.

I just didn't feel like
working in a glass box today.

Why don't you come into my office?

I'm okay.

Good.

'Cause as we've talked about,

I don't think you have
anything to be ashamed of...

in a relativistic sense.

You were scared, you didn't
know what was happening,

so you did what you knew how to do...
you traded.

It was a tough position I
put you in before. I know.

It was.

If we pretended today you worked for me,

you know what I would tell you to do.

Go home.

Hey.

Hey. Thanks for coming down.

I did it.

Butch Probert. "The Pouch."

Took an old Wells
notice and doctored it.

Backdated files to show an SEC inquiry.

You were right.

Axe found 'em, fired the guy.

Our inside man's safe... for now.

How do you feel?

Like shit.

What... what do you go and do

to be okay with it after
a thing like that?

I'll show you.

Hey, Bruno.

Hey, Bruno, what's this?

Your piece of the profits.

What, it's not enough?

Come on.

You said we're partners.

You know...

You see the news today?

Nah, Bobby.

Had my head down throwing
pies the whole day.

Salute.

Salute.

Another round.

I'll tell you why, all right?

I'm gonna tell you why

the Pouch doesn't fucking matter.

- Mm.
- Number one...

- He's probably dirty.
- Not what Donnie said.

Jesus Christ. Fuck Donnie.
He doesn't know.

He knows more than us. That's
the whole fucking point of it.

Here's why I don't have
a problem with it.

- Number one...
- You're on two.

Number two... fuck the Pouch.

Low seven figures for how many years?

He doesn't need more money.

If he's not saving, that's on him.

I wanna tell you something.

I turned down a job offer tonight.

Called him right from
the car, and I said no.

White shoe defense firm. Major lucre.

Oh, ho! Nine million.

Ohh.

You wanna know why?

Because of you.

- Me?
- Yeah.

Because you did it.

And now I know you're in this for real,

...for the whole wagon train.

And I can count on you
to do what must be done.

Because without that sense of mission...

There's no fucking point doing it.

I struggled with it.

I know.

You think I don't?

You think I'm a whiff because of that?

No, I think I'm a whiff because of that.

I think you have decency.

Mm.

For me, doing this,

it's about... it's about
making the world better.

It really is.

Just a little bit. Just
a little bit more fair.

And as clean as that is
in my head, m-my chest...

Out there, the world's not clean.
It's messy.

Now you're sounding a little whiffy.

Kidding, all right?

- Number three.
- Mm.

And number three is the best.

Even if he is an honest man,
even if he's the goddamn Pope,

he's working at a dirty shop.

And that was always gonna end,
and it was never gonna end well.

He should know the fucking risks.

Right. Like he's a...

haberdasher making
uniforms for the Nazis.

Oh, that's a big contract.

Right, but you don't
care if he loses it.

And whoever did the
stitching on those things

probably didn't hate Jews.

Or maybe they were Jews. Prison labor.

Yeah. Yeah.

I like number two better.

What was two?

- Fuck the Pouch.
- Fuck the Pouch.

Hey.

Hey.

I met with Horvath.

Big offer.

Mm. They recognize my worth.

Felt good.

But I said no.

Good for you.

You knew I'd never take
the job, didn't you?

Hmm?

I did, yeah. Was it obvious?

Then why the hell did you make
me go through all of that?

You needed to.

You needed to try it on, feel it.

And my offer to quit, I knew
it'd push you to do it.

Would you really have quit?

Does it matter now?

I really can't stand you
being there, you know.

That's very honest.

Why is it?

Why do I hate it so much?

His looted gold pays for
my kids' private schools.

And, uh...

And I'm... I'm the fucking haberdasher.

It's not that simple.

I know.

It's really fucking complicated.

And you've been with him longer
than you've been with me.

I love you.

I love you, too.

More than anything.

Lots of people love each other.

But you and Axe? Oh,
that's something else.

It's weird,

and it's deep, and I fucking hate it.

I do. I fucking hate it.

I know you do.

But you are strong because of it.

You are stronger than him,
and you will get through it.

Because things are changing there,

and it can't last like this much longer.

It won't.

I don't like it out here.

I'm sorry I didn't warn you first.

I knew what was going on.
We had to put on a show.

But it still rattled my nerves.

That was the only way I could
convince Rhoades you were legit.

You okay?

Sort of.

When do we give them Kemlot?

Soon.

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