All language subtitles for Billions - S01 E10 - Quality of Life (720p HDTV)

Previously on "Billions"...

Get everything you might possibly need,

'cause they will destroy
anything left behind.

You blew up your family
for Bobby Axelrod.

I'm Keyser Soze, motherfucker.

Judge on the Dollar Bill case

is going to be Whit fucking Wilcox.

- Ugh.
- [Chuck] I wonder

if re-presented a warrant for
bugging the Axelrod home.

- No. Asked and answered.
- [glasses thud]

Look into Wilcox. Go wherever it leads.

You're making a move on a federal judge.

Is he in your way?

If you were in my situation,
what would you do?

You know, if you hadn't
done anything wrong,

but you were targeted anyway.

You want me to pressure
my husband to back off.

You know I can't do that.

- Why not?
- [Adam] So I'm thrilled

you got someone on the
inside at Axe Cap.

I have no idea,

because as you damn well
know, I've recused myself.

- [door thuds, lock clatters]
- [man] FBI!

[gasps, exhales sharply]

- There's someone in the house.
- [Donnie] It'll be fine.

[Dale] Sorry about your front door.

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

- [handcuffs click]
- [Dale] Go.

Donnie Caan walked out.

He say anything about
where he was going?

I think it'd be good if
you found him, soon.

Where... the fuck... is Donnie?

[Bobby] He could decide
to walk into their office

and tell 'em everything.

I'll testify against Axe,

but right now I need... [coughs]

- [Terri] Ugh!
- Holy shit. Donnie? No.

Donnie.

- [Terri] Oh, fuck.
- [Bryan] Donnie.

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[inhales deeply]

[exhales deeply]

[indistinct conversations]

[door opens]

♪ pensive music ♪

You know, I was, for a time,

supposed to become a Grandmaster.

Chess.

14 years old,

and leapfrogging up the standings.
[Exhales]

Put me in a practice game,

and I'd be a young Boris
Spassky in his prime.

By all rights,

I should've dominated live competition,

but I had a flaw.

♪♪♪

If I decided that my opponent didn't...
respect the game,

or me, or if I didn't like the
way he carried himself...

If I decided for whatever
reason that he wasn't worthy,

a dark rage would come over me.

♪♪♪

And this rage became the driver.

All the strategy, patience,
and practice would vanish,

and I would begin obsessing
about total destruction.

Some kid could fail
to look me in the eye

while shaking my hand at a
tournament in the fall,

and I would carry it until
facing him again in the spring.

But then, while I was
trying to destroy him...

♪♪♪

[laughs] I'd forget to win.

♪♪♪

I would play bold moves
designed to intimidate,

show him that he wasn't as smart as me...
or as brave.

Leave voids in my defense.

That's not how you win at chess.

I knew better,

but, uh...

[whispers] but I couldn't do better.

[normal voice] And then,
at the end of the game,

my opponent's arm would
be raised in victory

while I sat,

humiliated and alone,

bathed in anger and defeat.

[sighs heavily] Here I am again, beaten.

Although it has yet to be confirmed,

there is no doubt that
Donnie Caan is gonna die.

Soon. [Chuckles]

I sat up all night until I saw it.

Bobby Axelrod used Donnie
to feed us information

that he would never live to testify to

or confirm in court. [sighs]

We'll claw back some
of his trades, sure,

but we have to assume that
the names he gave us,

the specifics, all of it... false.

[Chuck sighs]

♪ pulsating music ♪

No, I wish this loss were mine alone,

but I cost all of you as well.

Soon, probably within the hour,

uh, Adam DeGiulio from the
Attorney General's office

will walk in here

and take us off the Axelrod case.

It won't matter that Axelrod
is everything I said he is...

a bloodless man.

A man who would use his dying friend

in the manner that he did.

We needed to be bloodless to catch him,

and we weren't.

I wasn't.

♪ pulsating music quickens ♪

We were all suckers here, Chuck.

No, don't try to fall on it, Bryan.

I set the tone.

That's what the papers will say.

They'll call me sloppy.
[sniffles] Driven, unhinged.

And, uh, for once, they'll be correct.

What can we do?

♪♪♪

We can, from this moment forward,

remember how the game is
supposed to be played.

We'll play perfect strategy.

We will retreat so we can attack
when it is to our advantage.

And then someday soon, we
will be standing here,

and it will be our turn.
[inhales sharply]

♪ music fades ♪

I don't wanna stop you, Chuck.

No, we were just finishing up.

[footsteps depart]

[scoffs]

♪ pensive music ♪

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪♪

[Wags] All right,

get out there and make
some fucking money.

[conversations muted]

♪♪♪

[indistinct conversations
resume at normal volume]

You got a handle on this?

I do not.

Well, I don't think it's good.

[telephone ringing in distance]

♪♪♪

[water running]

[door creaking]

[door closes]

[water continues running]

[turns off faucet]

[paper towel rustles loudly]

[sighs]

- How fucked are you?
- Can I say it's nothing?

Could you let me get away with that?

[sighs]

Flu, maybe?

God, what would you pay to have
the flu right now, Donnie?

Anything. [inhales deeply]

- Cancer.
- [whispers] Yeah.

- Shit.
- Pancreatic.

Shit.

How far along?

With this kind, it
doesn't really matter.

- [door creaks opens]
- [Donnie] Far enough.

[Chumbawamba] ♪ But I get up again ♪

- [door closes]
- Can we have the room?

- [music blaring]
- Sorry?

Piss elsewhere.

♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪

♪ I get knocked down,
but I get up again ♪

[music fades, door creaks open]

You should've come to me right away.

[door closes]

I've been, ah, you know,
letting it settle.

Kids know?

Not yet.

We'll access the best, most creative,

most forward-thinking
medical treatment there is.

You'll see my guy, Ari Gilbert.

Top oncologist out there.

Works with select clients.
World leaders.

I've been funding his
research for years.

Thank you for offering, but
you don't have to do that.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

It's what we do.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Bobby exhales slowly]

[pats back]

[inhales deeply]

♪♪♪

Get yourself together.

Come and see me at the end of the day.

I have a thought.

♪♪♪

[door creaks]

[door closes]

♪♪♪

[door latch clacks]

[indistinct conversations]

[door closes]

Donnie's gone.

[heels clacking]

♪♪♪

[sniffles]

[indistinct conversations continue]

I, uh, I have to make some phone calls.

I'll help you.

♪♪♪

[heels clacking]

[Parker Millsap's "Heaven Sent" playing]

♪ I tried my hardest not to be ♪

♪ I locked the door,
and I broke the key ♪

♪ Why can't I sleep through the night? ♪

♪ Daddy, do you think
I've turned out... ♪

How are you set financially?

Are Walter and the kids
gonna have enough?

Nobody's gonna starve, but
I could've done better.

[scoffs]

When I met Walter,

finally accepted who I am,

I felt so guilty about Karen.

I remember. It was tough on both of you.

Yeah, so I kind of just
gave her everything.

Didn't shelter it or put it in a trust.

Just sort of heaved it over to her.

Practically started back at zero.

That's all chutes and ladders, isn't it?

- It sure is.
- [sniffles]

The guy she remarried...

he's got control of the money now,

and I can't be sure what
he's gonna do with it.

Emma and Harry are exposed?

Yeah.

What were you hoping to get to?

I-I don't have a number.

I just want them to be taken care of.

Good education, their
first house, no debt.

Sure. Also, you want them to
be able to do what they want,

- ...not what they have to.
- Yeah.

Thought I was going to take care
of that in the next 10 years.

Forty million.

What if we could get you there, pre-tax?

- For all the family?
- Big ladder.

But there's a way to make it happen.

To guarantee it.

Rewards of paradise here on earth?

[inhales sharply]

Really sharp evangelists

could con me out of my house right now.

Unlike him, I'm gonna
give you the downside.

It won't be simple. It'll
require deception.

And your final weeks and months,
they won't be your own.

Are we talking about breaking the law?

Because I-I can't spend
one minute in jail.

Well, let's leave that to the lawyers.

♪ tense music ♪

[leaves crunching]

[breathing heavily]

♪♪♪

[birds chirping]

[sighs]

♪♪♪

[door opens]

[footsteps approach]

- Let me save you some breath.
- [door closes]

Now the Attorney General
thinks it best that my office

drop its pursuit of Axe Capital.

And you tried to argue with
her, but she was insistent.

Kids would hashtag that "one hundred."

Any matter related to Axe Capital

is to be handled by the Eastern District

from here forward.

You know, the only thing I can't figure

is if the AG's fear
of negative publicity

is because she's planning a Senate run

or a return to the private sector.

Put on a blindfold,
spin yourself around,

and pin the tail on the donkey.

- You know?
- [chuckles] I do.

Defy her in any way,

she will recommend that
the President fire you.

And he will not hesitate
to take a recommendation.

I know.

And I would do the same thing
were I sitting in her office.

I accept it.

I am off Axelrod.

[sighs]

Good man.

But, you know, that is not

what you and I really
need to talk about today.

It's not? [Sighs]

Let's go out and take some air,

and I'll tell you why musical chairs

is a much better party game.

- Oh. Walter.
- Hey, Wendy.

[minister] Friends.

Friends, may I ask that you all
please take your seats now?

[under breath] Fuck.

[people murmuring, bird
calling in distance]

Come on. I'll sit with you.

What are you doing here?

Came to pay my respects.

Not appropriate.

I knew the man.

Better than you let on, I'm sure.

Turn and leave.

Why would I?

[whispers] Get the fuck out of here.

[scoffs]

[people murmuring]

All right.

[footsteps depart]

[bird calling in distance]

[paper rustles]

It's a real loss.

Yeah. For both of us.

[paper rustles]

[bird chirping]

[Bobby] Those ungrateful fuckers

have to make me focus on this now?

[Wags] They hope you are
too distracted and sad

to focus on it at all.

Oh. I can still focus. Talk.

So lonosphere Fund... they
set up shop downtown.

Carly's in charge?

Or Channing. Definitely not Hlasa.

How much?

Two-hundred million under
management, 40 of it's theirs.

Where's it coming from?

[tablet thuds]

They stole this list. Some
of these people are ours.

Can we block that?

We absolutely could.

All three of them signed non-competes.

But they can fight it, claim that

Axe Capital was no longer the
place they signed on to,

that their deals should be void.

They can't win, right?

Not likely. But with the
current sentiment, who knows?

And I don't think you want that
kind of attention right now.

No, but we can't have the perception

that the real talent at Axe Capital

is flying under a new flag.

[Wags] Where you going?

- Breakfast.
- [door handle clicks]

[Mozart's "Symphony No. 40
in G Minor, K.550" playing]

[horn honks]

♪♪♪

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪♪

I'm not putting our
friendship on the line.

I'm just asking.

- [clink]
- [Bobby] I'm just trying to warn

you that this lonosphere
venture is doomed.

You trained these guys, right?

I taught 'em all they
know, not all I know.

[whirring]

[Bobby] But you extend
them credit, it's on you.

It is.

I already have.

I'm first money in, I got
very favorable terms,

and I don't see a
reason to give that up.

Do this for me, and I'll cut
your fees to one and ten

over the next three quarters.

I can't.

Check, sir.

[chair scrapes floor]

[minister] It is the love
God has instilled in us

that has been our refuge,

that has sustained us for generations.

Before the mountains were brought forth,

or the earth was born,

- ...there was love.
- [liquid sloshes in flask]

And it is love that
turns us back to dust,

saying, "Go back, oh, child of earth."

It is love that sweeps
us away like a dream.

[Orrin] Your honor, our argument is

simple and straightforward.

My client provided
emergency medical care

to Christina Grunwald.

Mr. Stearn met the young lady's father,

learned of her desperate
medical condition,

had the resources at his
disposal to save her life,

and was moved to action.

I ask, uh, you to

look at this photograph

and tell me that,

if you were in a position to
save this child's life...

♪ serious music ♪

wouldn't you do it just
because you could?

Mr. Stearn had no idea

that medical treatment had any link

to alleged inside information.

[Orrin scoffs]

I ask you to consider the wisdom
of putting altruism itself

on trial.

May I?

- Mr. Connerty.
- [chair scrapes floor]

The people are fully prepared to prove

benefit was provided in the
form of medical expenses

to the tune of some 211,000 dollars.

And that, as a direct response
to insider information

provided to Mr. Stearn.

Further, we can demonstrate

that Axe Capital used this information

to gain an 89 million dollar profit.

An 89 million dollar return.

[footsteps approach]

On a 211,000 dollar...

- [finger thuds]
- [Bryan] ...investment.

Altruism is not on trial here,

but the fairness of the
financial markets is.

[footsteps thudding]

The US Attorney's office has
made a considered decision

to pursue and prosecute

precisely this new brand of criminal.

They are bastardizing the fair market

upon which this country is built.

Passionately executed, Mr. Connerty,

but the humane gesture of
providing medical treatment

for an afflicted child
as material benefit,

begs that a jury learn the unknowable...

that is, what lay in Mr. Stearn's heart.

I deem it best that the court grants

defense counsel's motion for dismissal.

Your honor, I vigorously protest.

Nonetheless, my decision stands.

And I further advise that you
and the Southern District

reconsider the deployment
of government assets

in the settling of personal scores.

This session is adjourned.

[gavel bangs]

[chair scrapes floor]

[sighs]

[both laugh]

[Chuck] He said "personal scores"?

He used those words?

- Direct quote.
- [Chuck scoffs]

[Chuck] Motherfucker.

How goddamn comfortable in
your seat do you have to be

to do that? [Inhales sharply]

[exhales deeply]

Should we start clearing
the Axelrod files or...

Tomorrow.

What you need to do now is
take the day, at least.

- Come back ready to go.
- I can hang in here...

[Chuck] Go!

Breathe in some fall air. [smacks lips]

I'd like to imagine someone
is doing that today.

Might as well be you.

[scoffs] I bet Dollar Bill
is doing exactly that

with a giant fucking smile on his face.

[Kate] What are you gonna do?

Well, we've lost the Axe case.

Wilcox cut the Dollar Bill thread.

We need to get circular
with our thinking.

[Chuck] Turn the impediments
into our own blockers.

[sighs]

Don't worry. I know
what I'm talking about.

[telephone ringing in distance]

He wanted to see me?

He did, but not right now.

This about those Ionosphere traitors?

Quislings?

Don't answer that.

[exhales deeply] So, Deb...

Don't.

[exhales sharply] I make stupid money,

and I'm ready for a relationship.

I make plenty, and I'm
out of your league.

You're right.

Guys around here avoid you like
you're a dangerous fighter,

because you're a triple threat...

power, speed, and footwork.

So give me some credit for stepping up.

Credit for the honesty.

If you have dinner with me,
I'll buy you a Mini Cooper.

- [exhales]
- Oh, see?

See? You smiled.

And you know and I know that a smile

is a gateway to multiple
convulsive orgasms.

I smiled because I'm
too long for a Mini,

and you almost look cute
when you're nervous.

Bobby: [muffled voice]
Hey, Mafee, get in here.

Go on in.

[employees chanting] Keyser,
Keyser, Keyser, Keyser,

Keyser, Keyser, Keyser, Keyser...

- [Bill] Thank you.
- Keyser, Keyser, Keyser...

[laughing]

- Thank you!
- [woman laughs]

- [employees] Keyser, Keyser...
- Thank you, my children.

Bill Stearn!

I'm back, baby!

Get your ass in my office right now.

[employees murmuring]

[palms slap]

[murmuring continues]

Close the fucking door!

[murmuring continues]

Um, you wanna tell me what I did here?

Pretend we're having an argument.

[Parker Millsap's "Quite
Contrary" playing]

♪♪♪

You wanna fucking tell me why?

I want the Street to think that
you and I are on the outs!

I especially want those fuckers
who left to hear about it!

♪ Quite contrary, how'd
you get your... ♪

I wanna give Channing, Carly,
and Hlasa a good fucking!

I heard they went out on their own!
You didn't bless that?

- I did not bless that at all.
- That's a shame!

They were talented, and
I kind of liked them!

Oh, so you don't wanna help me out?

Fuck that! They fuck you, they
fuck me, so let's fuck them!

What do you want me to do?!

I'm gonna poke you. Poke me back.

I'll poke you all goddamn day.

♪♪♪

You throw in with them, you
tell them I was a prick,

but you stuck your neck out...
more to come.

- [shoves shoulder]
- Got it!

You've been through a lot.
You all right?

It was hell, but I survived!

When you walk out that door,

I want you to tell me to go fuck myself,

good and loud!

They're gonna hear me
in the back office!

Come bonus time, I am gonna
show you enough love,

you could start a third family!

Two's fucking plenty!

- I'm gonna shove you now!
- Go ahead!

♪ Oh ♪

[whispers] I love you like a brother.

♪ All torn down ♪

I fucking love you, too, man.

♪ Down ♪

♪♪♪

[door handle clicks]

[door thuds]

Go fuck yourself, Axelrod!

♪♪♪

[door closes]

[indistinct conversations]

[minister] And now let us take a moment

to appreciate the beauty of nature,

which Donnie loved so well.

[birds calling in distance]

[leaves rustling]

[wind blowing loudly]

- [minister] Amen.
- [all] Amen.

And now, according to Donnie's wishes,

we drink and have a good time.

- [all chuckle]
- [minister] Walter.

[sniffles and sighs]

Donnie said, and I'm quoting here,

"Have them all bury my
picture in autumn leaves,

and as they do,

they should make a wish for the world...

that has nothing to do with
the financial markets."

[laughter]

♪ acoustic guitar playing tenderly ♪

[wind blowing]

[leaves rustling]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

The paint was about eight
layers thick and hard,

but I scratched it.

And beneath the layers?

Wilcox. Greasy muck on his shoes.

Talk to me.

Well, I looked at his
sentencing history,

and about seven years ago,

there's a significant pattern shift.

Suddenly, he becomes

the toughest hanging judge
on the federal bench,

but not on white collar crime.

- Oh, no?
- No, not on white of any kind.

He lets the white guys skate

if he thinks you have
access to lawyers or press

or other noisemakers.

But poor Black and Latino
boys from the hood

get slapped with all kinds of time.

Uh-huh. Now is that racism,
or is there money somewhere?

Well, I did a deep dive
on his financial history,

and seven years ago, he
joined an investment group.

One of their holdings...
Baldinger Prison Systems,

a privatized for-profit prison company.

They charge inmates a dollar
a minute to use the phone...

[laughs]

And then soak the government
with a 300% markup.

They net 17,000 dollars
a year per prisoner.

Wilcox is building his
business from the bench.

Exactly.

And he's doing it to poor kids...

- [mouths word]
- ...with public defenders

who are far less likely
to file an appeal

and far less able to win one.

Jesus Christ.

Where is the money going?

It bounces into the Caymans,
but it winds up in Dominican,

where he has a condo.

[scoffs]

This is great work.

And he's fucking his
Dominican housekeeper.

- [pats arm]
- I'm gonna get you back

from Eastern and make you happy.

- I'd like to be happy.
- [chuckles]

[dog barking in distance]

[lock turns]

[keys jangle]

[door closes]

[footsteps approach, horns
honking in distance]

Fuck. Really?

Pretty grown-up, huh?

If I live to a hundred, I
wouldn't be this grown-up.

[scoffs]

You want anything?

I'm fine. Thanks.

[pats leg]

This isn't from Ikea, is it?

No.

But it works the same way.

♪ tense music ♪

[kiss]

[Parker Millsap and Michael
Rose's "Sticks & Stones" plays]

[bird calling in distance]

♪ Men were made to talk ♪

♪ Babies born to cry ♪

♪ Tears will make 'em tall ♪

♪ The fear of God gets in their eyes ♪

♪ Sticks and stones ♪

♪ May break my bones ♪

- [sighs heavily] [door closes]

♪ But words will make... ♪

Dad. What are you doing here?

I was going through some things,

and I came across this.

It's your Indian Head penny collection.

Thought you might get a kick out of it.

You came all the way out
to Brooklyn to give me

my penny collection?

No, I'm meeting Perry and
Richie at Luger's later.

I thought, as long as I'm over here...

Oh, fuck it.

This isn't the year that I
start choosing my words

to avoid offense.

- Just when I got my hopes up.
- [book thuds]

Okay, you want delicate? How about this?

Perhaps it's time to be more careful

about how you process and react.

- [chair thuds]
- It's a critical time.

[clears throat and sighs]

And here's the less delicate way...

stop... fucking... up!

[book thuds]

Insightful.

This must be how Ali felt

when Angelo Dundee whispered in his ear.

Do you know what the press
is saying about you?

[book thuds]

Didn't bother checking.
I have a general idea.

Well, they are clubbing
you like a baby seal.

It's time that you got
out in front of this.

- [sighs]
- You are a target

for the Attorney General now.

Maybe it's time you got out of there...

- [sighs]
- ...before you get fired.

And do what? Hmm?

Go over to Horvath?

Maybe I get on my hands and knees

and crawl up to Westport,
drum up some business

defending Bobby Axelrod
or his friends. Huh?

I didn't show up here with
just my rod in my hand.

No. You brought coins. [chuckles]

And I have an idea.

Go ahead.

Take a year off.

Move the family up to the farm.

Mount Kisco?

It's beautiful.

Wendy can open a practice.

God knows there are plenty
of bored housewives

that could use her help.

And you write a book.

In no time,

you will have established residency.

Ahh.

Patrick Esposito's congressional seat.

Oh.

- Patrick is tired.
- [sighs]

I talked to him.

He'll step aside. You'll be a shoo-in.

Congress.

Boy, that sounds like fun...
535 stooges and blowhards,

some of whom even believe in science.

Well, you'll stand out.

You know, if you had listened
to me in the first place

and hadn't blown up the
deal with Axelrod,

we would not be in this spot, would we?

[laughs]

"We"?

We?

No. You don't get to do that.

Not anymore.

Let me be delicate now.

The game has changed, and you
haven't changed with it.

Your advice is no longer welcome.

So the next time you wanna waltz in here

with your "I told you so" routine,

do us both a favor and
stay the fuck out.

[book slams]

[footsteps depart]

[whirring]

Four million dollar rip on
DKA, up 2% in our first week.

There are tips, and there are tips.

[inhales deeply ] You plan on
telling us where you got it?

You'll hear the next one yourself.

[Channing] He's here.

[Carly] Dollar Bill, Mr. Hundred Cent.

Billy Buck Buck, motherfucker!

I should've known.

Everyone's been talking
about your brawl with Axe.

[groans] Fucking prick.

I keep my mouth shut,
risk doing time for him,

and then he treats me like that.

- [slaps leg]
- [Carly sighs]

- [groans]
- [grunts]

Look at this.

Little shop that could.

And from the acorn grew the mighty oak.

No doubt, all-star team like this.

[Channing] Could always use one more.

Champagne?

I'll take one of those Heinekens.

[bottles clank]

[cap fizzes and pops]

- [bottle cap clatters]
- What do you say?

We can talk after the first of the year.

I am contractually owed a bonus.

[chuckles]

Meantime, want some more candy?

Yeah.

You know how Penn Consol's been
rising on takeover rumors?

I've been watching that.

Behind the scenes?
There's a bidding war.

It is fucking on.

Sure?

I am not uncertain.

[laughter, glasses clink]

[knock on door]

- Come on in, Chuck. Sit down.
- [door opens]

I can deliver this on my feet.

[door closes]

Know that if this "urgent meeting"

is to slam me for my ruling
on the William Stearn case,

you should proceed to the
other side of that door

and tell it to the doorknob.

Whit, that's a closed case.

Forget "Dollar" Bill Stearn.

No, this is about Daquan Forrester.

You remember Daquan, the first
offender kid dealing pot

he bought in New Jersey his
senior year of high school

that you slapped with 15 years?

What about him?

It's about Julio Lopez.

Remember him, too?

11 years for credit card fraud

because he bought a PlayStation?

♪ tense music ♪

This won't do anyone any good.

Some of those are your
cases, your office.

How did I miss it for so long?

You know, all those middle class types

walking out of your courtroom free.

All those Black and Latino kids
going upstate for 20 years.

I am no racist.

Oh, no. [Chuckles] That's
selling you short.

You're worse... a
racist and a profiteer.

You want proof? Wait for it.
[clicks tongue]

Baldinger Prison Systems.

♪♪♪

There's no way to reopen those cases.

I can draw a straight line
to you and your partners,

your offshore bank account,

and even your little
girlfriend, Maribel Solarte,

at your condo in Punta Cana.

Theories and accusations.

After I've spent a
lifetime on the bench,

until I got splinters in
my ass and all for...

a civil servant's wages.

We both know they're not just
accusations, Your Honor.

♪♪♪

What do you want?

You will resign immediately

for undisclosed personal reasons.

[pats arms]

And there will be a little
party and tearful goodbyes,

and you will stride off
into private practice.

Or the FBI could come in here

and give you a far different reception.

♪♪♪

You... won't prosecute?

No. You do it that way,

and the Southern District
declines to prosecute.

[scoffs] Because if
we did, you would dig

those badger teeth and claws
of yours in and fight.

It would take two years,
and you would go to jail,

but the Southern District believes

that your swift departure would
be best for the justice system.

Oh...

♪♪♪

And shame on you.

♪♪♪

[footsteps depart]

[door creaks open, telephone
ringing in distance]

[door closes]

[footsteps approach]

[sighs]

Hi.

Hi.

- [sighs]
- How you holding up?

[kisses, sniffles]

Funeral arrangements were
a welcome distraction.

[birds chirping]

[clicks teeth]

I brought a casserole,
just like it was the '50s.

This Secret Santa project
looks overwhelming.

- [dish clatters]
- Do you need a hand?

Help is literally on the way.

Lara's taking over the whole operation.

Oh. So good of her.

She's been great.

Both of them, really great.

You're in a... complicated position.

[inhales deeply] Yeah.

It was... hard on Donnie,

not being able to tell you.

- What do you mean?
- [footsteps approach]

I just mean his privacy, you know.

It meant a lot to him.

Did other people know?

Hey.

Hey.

I've got a big truck outside.

- Oh, do you need me to move?
- If you wouldn't mind.

It's so good of you to take
over the Secret Santa thing.

Yeah. We were pretty close.

And closer in troubled times.

That's the true test of friendship.

Yes, it is.

What are you doing here?

[clicks teeth] I'm saying hi to Walter,

seeing if he needed anything.

He's taken care of.

I see. Well, I figure,
at a time like this,

the more the merrier.

At a time like this, a
family pulls together.

That's what Axe Capital is... a family.

One I'm part of, too.

Of course you are.

We're fine.

[kisses]

Thanks for the casserole.

[footsteps depart]

[heels clacking]

[birds chirping]

["Heaven Sent" playing]

♪ I tried my hardest not to be ♪

♪ I locked the door,
and I broke the key ♪

[bottle clinks]

♪ Why can't I sleep through the night? ♪

Want company?

No. I'd be no good.

All right.

You okay?

Sure.

♪♪♪

You and Donnie were close,

especially these last few months.

♪ I just wanna make... ♪

How long you figure it's been
since we've had a session?

- We talk all the time.
- No, a real session.

♪ It's a sign, it's how
I've always been ♪

♪ Did you love me... ♪

Three and a half years.

♪ He was just my friend ♪

[chuckles]

Will you come see me?

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Papa, you're the one that taught me ♪

♪ By his strap, he sought me ♪

♪ And with his blood, he bought me ♪

[rustling] - ♪ Daddy ♪

♪ You're the one that claimed that ♪

♪ He'd love me through the flame ♪

♪ Now why can't you do the same? ♪

[rustling continues] - ♪
I've been born again ♪

♪ First was born in sin ♪

[tape clatters] - ♪ Did
you love me then? ♪

[front door closes]

♪ Did you love me then? ♪

[Bobby] Hey.

Christmas coming a
little early this year?

This is Donnie's Secret Santa project.

I took it on.

- We're elves.
- Slave elves.

Gordie.

Pretty big job here, boys.
You want some help?

What are you doing?

I'll get a half a dozen
interns from the office.

They'll knock this off in no time.
They're Ivy Leaguers.

- [whispers] Yes.
- [Lara] Conference.

You two keep wrapping.
Remember, there are

more presents in the other room.

This is one of those teachable moments

that we talked about.

The idea is that we do
something with our own hands

to benefit the less
fortunate, as a family.

Is this a teachable moment
for me or for the kids?

[sighs]

All right, I'll wrap.

And, Bobby...

I ran into Wendy at Walter's today.

And?

She was probing Walter for information.

Is that right?

It made be wonder about
her continuing value.

We're vulnerable, and so are they.

I trust her.

[indistinct conversations, laughter]

- Mmm.
- [chuckles]

Thank you.

- Your Honor.
- Counselor.

- Mmm.
- You didn't have to come.

[mouth full] Oh, of course I did.

Wouldn't be seemly otherwise.

Boy, you know what I
love about this cake?

- What?
- Sour cream.

It's just like my
grandmother used to make.

Gives it a little... tang.

- Yes, it does.
- Yeah.

You like a little tang every
so often, don't you, Whit?

- Sure, Chuck.
- Yeah. [Chuckles]

[Chuck] It's a really nice crowd.

I think I'll say a few words.

No, that won't be necessary.

I love to speak.

- [Chuck] Uh...
- [clinking bottle ]

- Ladies and gentlemen?
- [clinking continues]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have
your attention for a moment?

Thank you.

Hmm.

Justice.

Rooted in truth, watered by tenacity,

and flowering in wisdom.

May be the single most beautiful
expression of humanity.

For a man to dedicate
his life in its pursuit

rings of a certain nobility.

And this day we gather to
acknowledge that nobility

in the Honorable Whit Wilcox.
[inhales deeply]

Devoted servant of justice

and one of its most

industrious sentinels.

- Congratulations, Judge Wilcox.
- [pats arm]

And thank you for your noble service.

- Mm.
- ♪ For... ♪

[all] ♪ He's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can... ♪

[singing fades]

Hello, Judge.

You're going to jail.

You may even own it.

[under breath] You're a fucking liar.

I said the Southern District
wouldn't prosecute.

I can't speak for Eastern.

- You'll be coming with us.
- [all murmuring]

[male agent] You have the
right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law.

Twenty-eight percent of our goddamn fund

by the time we dug ourselves

- ...out of the position.
- [papers rustle]

Was there ever even a real
takeover being considered?

[scoffs] Who cares? It's over.

[elevator whirring, stops]

How are we gonna explain
this to our investors?

[papers rustle, hand thuds on table]

[Bobby] Nice space.

Edgy.

Mind if I take a seat?

[inhales sharply]

[exhales sharply]

Going forward, you
might want to consider

vetting your information
a little better.

[Channing] Lesson learned.

[sighs]

I could take pleasure

in watching you three circle the drain,

but I am a practical man.

And there was a reason that I
hired and trained all of you

in the first place.

[Bobby] So... here's
what I'm prepared to do.

I will seed lonosphere...

stupid fucking name, by the way...

with 250 million dollars.

That should keep the lights on.

You'll be required to sign

non-compete and
non-solicitation agreements.

We will enter into a
revenue share agreement.

The current rate for
seed money is 20 to 25%,

- ...so why don't we call it 40?
- 40?

Swallow that and wash it down with this.

You will provide total transparency.

I want your trade files sent
to my office every night.

There will be a limit

on how much outside
capital you can raise.

At no time can you manage more
than 999 million dollars.

- [sighs]
- [chuckles]

There will be no buy-out to eliminate

the revenue share agreement

and no lock-up on my money.

I can pull the plug at any time.

That's the deal. No negotiation.

I'm counting to five, and
then it's off the table.

- One...
- We'll do it.

[inhales sharply]

♪ pensive music ♪

Wise.

♪♪♪

And I'd better see you at the funeral.

♪♪♪

[bottle clinking]

[indistinct conversations]

[smacks lips]

[sighs]

[chomping]

- [bottle thuds]
- [sighs heavily]

[footsteps scuffle]

I, uh, I don't go to funerals.

I can't bring myself to. I-I skip 'em.

I send mountains of flowers
and food to the wake,

convince myself that's
the right thing to do.

If I were asked why, I'd say,

"Well, we wanna remember
him how he was,"

or some other bullshit.

Truth?

I like to keep moving so I
don't have to think about it.

More truth?

I'm not the type to grapple with it all.

But...

There was no way that I
was gonna skip this one.

Because Donnie...

grappled with all of it.

He was courage.

And... hope.

And his intelligence and his kindness

made me wanna be all those things, too.

As it did all of you.

I am so angry that he's gone.

So glad that while he was here,

I was one of the lucky few who knew him.

I admired Donnie Caan.

And I am proud to have
called him a friend.

[wind blowing, leaves rustling]

[cup rustles]

[footsteps scuffle]

[exhales] Let's do this. Donnie.

[all] To Donnie.

[sips]

[Bryan] Why you working from home today?

I went to a funeral
and got kicked out...

by my wife.

I needed the quiet. [sighs]

The Judge Wilcox arrest...

Mm-hmm?

- Slick move.
- Mm.

[both chuckle softly]

That wasn't it. It was
just the opener, right?

You got rid of an impediment,
but that's not enough.

You're putting in your own blocker.

You wanna put someone in that seat...

someone who'll owe you, not
someone who's compromised.

Just a more... willing ear.

[chuckles]

The person needs to be qualified.

He or she needs to check out

gold stars across the board.

[sighs]

It's a Senate appointment,
the Judiciary committee,

so it won't be immediate, but
it won't be long either.

Yeah, you're almost there.

Hmm.

Adam DeGiulio?

And then he's out of your way
at the AG's office, too.

And maybe he leaves a
friendly behind in his place.

Wow.

Don't get too excited
by how good it sounds.

Everything's gotta fall just right.
[Chuckles]

And the odds of that happening...

Still, you're playing the game again.
Clear-eyed.

Oh, that I am.

Drink?

No. I'll... I'll keep mine clear, too.

[pats arm]

[wind blowing]

[birds calling in distance]

You all right?

Sad.

Yeah. Good guy.

One of the few people at work
who were remotely interesting.

Tell me about it.

And... he was our gay guy.

That make a difference?

Yeah.

These days, it's great to have a gay.

You are a complete goddamn animal.

[champagne sloshes]

[bottle clinks]

I ruined his life.

Say again?

[inhales deeply] Donnie.

I was able to patch him up,

keep him in a game that
made him miserable.

If I just...

let him fail, get fired, he
would've been better off.

He could've made the life he wanted.

That's kind of a stretch, Wendy.

Oh, he would've been so much happier

if he'd returned to academia.

Give me a break.

College professors are broke
as fuck and bitter, too.

They certainly don't leave
40 mil to their families

when they knock off.

Now, what... [sighs]

is really going on, Dr. Rhoades?

Is it a little case of projection?

[bottle clinks]

Donnie walked with 40?

Hyperbole.

Just making my point.

Right.

Worst part of my job,
I'll tell you that.

- Ari.
- Hey, Bobby.

Thank you, Dr. Gilbert,
for the excellent care,

for trying so hard.

Walter, we're gonna take off.

[sighs]

[lowered voice] A messenger's
gonna stop by tomorrow.

You'll have all the info.

Any problems, you have
the number, right?

Yes.

Thank you.

I should be thanking you.

I took him away from you.

He should've been with
his family, with you.

No. You pulled him out of a dark well,

made him himself again.

Got him reaching for
that final piece of life

instead of watching it go. [chuckles]

[whispers] Oh, honey.

It was a good send-off.

[sniffles] It was very Donnie.

[all chuckle]

[sniffles]

So nothing to worry about
on the Secret Santa front.

I really couldn't have
that around the house.

Donnie loved doing it so much.
[Chuckles]

He kept saying, "I just
wanna make it to Christmas

so I can be Santa one more time."

He'd see them get the gifts

and beam straight through New Year's.

He just didn't make it.

Okay. I'll meet you in the waiting room.

Okay.

[door creaks closed]

Ari? How is he?

It's not contained, and
it's spreading quickly.

I'm not into the calendar game, but...
two, three months.

That's a shame.

He is a candidate for a
drug trial in Pittsburgh

that's been yielding some
pretty interesting results.

Such as?

Slowing growth down,
buying time, really.

How much?

Three or four months more, six.

I can get him in,

but it is a pretty rigorous course.

So... kind of rough

for a guy who's been
through a lot already.

It can be.

Maybe we shouldn't bring it up.

You think? I...

Well, I mean,

what kind of quality
of life will he have?

Best not to bring it up then.

[footsteps depart]

- [door opens]
- Yeah.

♪ tense music ♪

[door closes]

♪♪♪

-[Chumbawamba]
- ♪ Oh, Danny Boy ♪

♪ Danny Boy, Danny Boy ♪

♪ I get knocked down,
but I get up again ♪

♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪

♪ I get knocked down,
but I get up again ♪

♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪

♪ I get knocked down,
but I get up again ♪

♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪

♪ I get knocked down,
but I get up again ♪

♪ You're never gonna keep me down ♪

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