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[Sacker]
Previously on Billions...

I'm holding in my hand
Robert Axelrod's signature

relinquishing his ability
to trade securities.

He gave it up?

[Axe] These fuckers can take
away my ability to trade

but not my ability to see.

Taking on the police fund
as a client was

one of the proudest
moments of my life.

I knew that if I gave you
my money that you wouldn't sleep

until you put it
in all the right places.

Michael Panay!
I know how much you lost.

You're not exactly trending
in the right direction, either.

Maybe we help each other.

It's not the sort of thing
most clients ask for,

especially not
when they're drawing heat.

These are my needs.

Either you meet them
or you can't.

We can get it done.

Sometimes a man
comes into your life

at just the right time,
you know?

Absolutely.

[Chuck] I know that I have
transgressed materially

but, more importantly,
in terms of loyalty.

I'll never talk to you again
once this conversation's over,

which it is.

[♪ dramatic music ♪]

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[♪ blues music ♪]

So, I know you figured out
what I have planned for tonight.

I know it's not a surprise.

A girl's intuition.

And a bit of spycraft,
but...

Still very excited.

My favorite pasta on the menu.

Tagliatelle with Guffanti butter
from Emilia Romagna.

If you'd like it to be
even more magical,

I recommend white truffles,

$14 a gram.

- No, I'm good.
- Yes, please.

I love truffles.

Ira, you turned me on
to them.

No, not now.

Just... just for her,
I guess.

Say when.

[scraping]

[♪ ominous music ♪]

That's good.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

20 grams. Biggest portion
of the season. Wow.

Sir, maybe just...

Uh, no, thank you.

Enjoy.

You are... you're great.

Uh, I don't even
really understand

how I'm sitting
across from you.

Some nights
when you're asleep

and light's coming in
through the window,

I just... I... I almost
can't catch my breath

'cause of
how beautiful you are.

Even now.

The smoothness of your skin.
Who has skin like that?

You are the sweetest man.

So, all this is why

I was planning

to ask you
to marry me tonight.

But...

But?

I'm not sure
it's fair to you,

with everything
that's happened.

Leaving my partnership
at the firm,

the company going down,

my entire savings gone.
Anyway...

I can't give you the wedding
you deserve,

the honeymoon
we discussed,

the life we planned.

I can't tell you
to quit your job.

I can't even afford the ring
I picked out for you.

Now, if knowing all this,

you want to go ahead...

No. You're right.
We should wait.

Okay. Good.

[♪ suspenseful music ♪]

[Taiga] Oh, my God.

This is delicious.

[♪♪♪]

[Bach]
Now that the papers are signed,

the process can take
as little as four months.

But your case is more
complicated than usual.

Even though you've agreed
to a division of assets,

it'll take a while
before it's finalized.

Thank you, Orrin.

The marriage was broken down
irretrievably.

That's what
the document said.

I read it.

Never thought I'd be putting
my signature on that statement.

Me, neither.

No one does.

It happens.

Yeah.

Lar?

The assets.

We need to talk about that.

I know you didn't have to honor
what we've always said,

that we'd split
everything 50-50.

You could have fought it.
And won.

I appreciate it.

Well, we built it
together.

That's not
what I'm talking about.

The government. The case.

I'm looking ahead
to what happens if I lose

and they take it all.

I haven't heard you even
entertain that outcome.

Well, I'm at the point now
where I have to.

The Feds traded out
the good judge like they were

doing the cup-and-balls trick
in clear plastic

and flaunting how they
were fucking with me.

But Orrin has said
that the government can

only claw back what
they can prove is ill-gotten.

The prosecutors
and the courts,

they're like the mob, worse.

They have methods of accounting

that can taint most of it,
all of it.

What do you mean,
all of it?

I mean
if I take into account

everything that's run through
the banking systems,

everything
that's on the radar,

all that's left that I'm sure
can't be touched

is 300 mil,

maybe 320.

Fuck, Bobby.

I...

I can't believe I'm saying
this, but that just...

it doesn't sound
like it's enough.

I mean, of course it is.

It's just that the life
that we're used to living...

No, it's not enough.

So when it's done
and life starts over,

how long will it take
to build back up from there?

Too fucking long.

So, what?

I have to get more
they can't see,

much less touch,

and I have an idea how.

[gunshots]

[gun uncocks]

Center mass.

You never pulled your piece
during your time on the job.

Likelihood of that happening now
has got to be far less,

- and yet you practice.
- Got to keep my cert.

I'm not the kind of man to let
hard-earned skills falter.

Neither am I.

It's easier for me, though.

All I have to do is show up
here, aim, and shoot.

You're barred from practicing
what you do.

Well, the investing
was only part of it.

There was also the raises.

I loved walking into a room,
knowing there were ten guys

who'd been in front of me,
five waiting for me to leave.

You know my favorite sound
in the world was the one I heard

on the way out, when those saps
in the lobby were told

that their meetings
were canceled?

You can't raise, either.

Yeah, well,
not at the moment.

But I can advise close friends
on what they ought to do

with money
they've been entrusted with.

Let me guess
what those funds are.

Things like Ionosphere
or Victor Mateo's?

Those are excellent choices.

I can't do it, Axe.
I can't even think of doing it.

If I know that you're that close
to them, others do, too.

My board of directors
wouldn't allow that.

You got to know
if I got my eye on the money,

that's the best chance it has
to grow for your members.

You can't leave it behind.

I was that way, too,
when I first left the job.

- But then...
- Then what?

You found other interests,
deeper pursuits?

Learned the difference
between Warhol and Peter Max

by spending weekends
at the museum?

I grew up in Westbeth,
for fuck's sake.

I have always known one was
shit, the other a genius.

But, yes, all that.

Life changed.

Did it solve anything
for you?

Did it make
the transition easier?

Come on, man.

I saw the look in your eyes when
you had that gun in your hand.

You'll always miss it.

With every breath I draw.
But I had to move on.

As do you.

You knew it was coming.
I didn't.

You did your 20.
You planned for it.

And you had something to do
with your talents.

You went to B-school
at night,

became a trustee
of the pension fund.

You became a rich man
for the first time in your life,

but these things don't last.

You know, you have a few down
years, and you could

- get yourself voted out.
- Axe...

Look, what if I
could put you into a fund

where there was no hint
of a connection to me

but was one
I could guarantee?

If I could give you the 2.2 bil
to manage, I would.

I can't.

The way that people look
at police these days,

we can't afford even the whiff
of impropriety.

[Aimee Mann's "Goose Snow Cone"
plays]

♪ Lookin' into the face
of the goose snow cone ♪

You might want to come home
late tomorrow night.

Huh?

Your father.

I told you he wants
to see the kids.

You did, and I told you
I wasn't interested.

Which is why you should stay
late in the office.

Return any and all phone calls
you've been ducking.

I'll text when he's leaving.

I don't duck.
I return all my calls every day.

Do people really do that,
not return calls?

Avoidance usually.

Most people don't want
to give bad news

or admit they don't know
the answer.

- What answer?
- To whatever the caller wants.

Most people aren't the final
authority, but they don't want

to let on someone else
is making the decisions.

Not me.

No. Not you.

Except about whether my own
father can cross my door frame.

He's a grandfather, too.

And the kids shouldn't be
deprived of him.

- "Can I get back to you?"
- What?

Why don't they just return
or take the call and say that?

"Can I get back to you?"

They can.
They don't want to.

Well, I do, and I want to come
home when I want to come home.

I'm trying
to keep this light.

I do not want an argument.

But there's reasons
I don't want him here,

and I don't want him
seeing you.

Reasons it won't do either
one of us any good to go into,

I promise.

Okay.

I'll bring the kids to him.

Drop them off so they can see
him, and you're clear.

I'll pick them up after.

Okay.

The robots have come.

I got in this racket
a generation too late,

just like Tony Soprano.

Yep, this is how it ends.

Civilization?

Uh-huh. Just like
in Tommyknockers.

First it makes things better
for you. Then it destroys you.

This is how computers
take over the world.

Tommyknockers was aliens,
not computers.

Yeah, but I have heard
about other funds

that bring in quants,
and it doesn't sound good.

Once they get the algo
really going...

They get 'em measuring
everything we do,

get us competing
against it.

Who can beat
a fucking computer?

Eventually, the only human left
is the guy feeding the machines.

No computer can get
the kind of info I can

or know what to do with it
the way I do,

so buck the fuck up.

No fear!

Bucking. Absolutely.

Fuck fear.

Really?

Nope.
Scared shitless.

- Me, too.
- Yeah. I'm totally scared.

Pussies.

I take it you've looked
at the object on the table.

Cardboard?

Yes.

You can see the folds
and the tabs.

Fit the pieces into a box,

signal when you're done,
and we'll begin the interview.

I got her ingredients

and followed her recipe
and process to the letter.

- You think you nailed it?
- You tell me.

Because it's
fucking important

that when Raul
bites into this thing,

he is carried away
on sweet reminiscences

of our visit
to Ann's Snack Bar

and the Killer Mike
R. A. P. Music release party.

Hmm.

Piss-poor effort, Ryan.

Miss Ann's spinning
in her grave right now,

may she rest in peace.

It's not good?

Her sister told me
exactly what to do...

Oh, no, it's good.

But this thing needs
to transport the man.

If you can't fucking do it,

we'll fly her sister up here

with a vat
of their original cooking oil,

even if we have to go down there
and kidnap her ourselves.

Easy, fella.
Ryan, keep at it.

This is very close.

What the fuck, Wags?

I've been thinking
about your situation.

And I realize it could be
my situation, too.

If this thing cascades

and the government takes
all of your shit,

I'm next.

And then I'll be
in the same boat as you are.

Let's be honest,
if that comes to pass,

you'll be in a much
fucking smaller boat.

Don't I know it.

It's actually really good.

I might have overreacted
there.

Yeah, so, again,
what the fuck?

The quants.

Ahh.

Since 1602,

when the
Dutch East India Company

first offered shares
to the public,

smart, highly trained
mathematicians

have tried, without success,
to solve that market.

And today, Taylor begins the
interviews to hire their own.

Our own.

You know
how I feel about that.

I do.

Billy Beane never won
a World Series.

This isn't baseball.

Then why didn't you put
quants in place before?

Maybe I just
didn't get to it.

Maybe I didn't feel
like I needed to.

But Taylor might.

And if they want to do it,
it's your job to help them.

Fine.

Damn.

Apologize to Chef Ryan
on your way out.

Sorry to keep calling,

but you know I need to speak
to all the major shareholders,

understand how and when the
company got on Axelrod's radar.

Oh, I love talking
about this.

What else is on your pad?

Shall we, uh, relive my divorce
and the day the music died?

I want to put Axelrod away.

I imagine
you want the same thing.

I want this done
and out of my life.

His conviction
sets up my civil suit,

so let's just cut to the...

what happens after this?

You go over what I said
with your boss,

decide if you want
to interview me again.

I don't want to drag
this out,

and I don't want to get
all invested.

I've seen Axelrod wriggle free
plenty of times.

- I'm gonna stop that.
- We'll see.

Let's just do this
with your boss.

Okay?
You, me, and Dake.

I'll come down to your place
tomorrow or the next day.

One time, with feeling.

You know, back before Texas
was civilized,

if you were a Ranger

and one of your compatriots fell
at the hands of a rustler,

you'd bring that rustler in dead
if you brought him in at all.

Might just make use
of some rope and a tree.

Sure.

And people used to shit
outdoors

in the middle of the night

so as not to stink up
the house.

And then we found
a better way.

I'm not so sure they did.

That walk to the outhouse
in the freezing cold

made a man nut up... literally.

But we ain't talking about

squatting in
the dark here, Chuck.

Nossir.

It's probably
that rustler stuff

that made you ask me to cancel
my morning and come here.

That it is.

José Lugo.
Convicted felon.

Killed a federal prison guard
when his back was turned.

Makes it a federal matter.
Our matter.

Sounds like it might.

Might is a New Yorker's word.

I don't want to hear it.

It's a lawyer's word, sir.

I'll need to examine
the facts.

Don't condescend to me,
Chuck.

We went to the same kind
of college,

same damn law school,
clerked in the same offices,

read the same books
on ethical justice

by guys like Rawls
and Dworkin.

"The suppression of liberty is
likely to always be irrational."

I even bought in
to that crap for a while.

But a man has to grow
into who he is,

and who the fuck I am

is a man that's not gonna allow
a prisoner to shank a guard.

And neither are you.

I'll make sure
my office looks into it.

Believe it has.

Believe it's dragged its feet
in prosecuting.

Believe that ends now.

Are you picking my cases
for me, General?

Oh, I would never do that.

I'm merely giving you
continued guidance

on the types of matters
we are interested

in seeing brought to justice
under the current regime.

I never liked the idea
of a regime in power

in this country.

But you did drop all the cases
that didn't fit the agenda.

I did.

So now you're free
to go after the ones that do.

Thanks for stopping by
this morning.

Can I look forward

to seeing you again soon,
General?

I love all my children
the same, Chuck.

But the Sovereign District
of New York

is the first among equals.

[chuckles]

Something I learned clerking

for the kind of New York judge
you revere so much is,

you don't let your firstborn
fuck up his Haftarah portion.

I looked in
on your candidate.

I know what he's supposed to be
doing with that box.

He's not doing it.

Maybe we move
to the verbal portion.

Maybe we just cancel
at this point.

- Why would I do that?
- Because you've studied

the Flash Crash of 2010,
and you know that "quant"

is just another word for
"wild fucking guess... with math."

"Quant" is another word for
"systemized, ordered thinking

represented in an algorithmic
approach to trading."

Just remember:

Billy Beane never won
a World Series.

If I had a few more minutes...

Forget it.
Tell me why you're here.

I combine the human edge
with the quant edge.

My system mimics
human peak performance.

Go on.

It's a decision pattern algo
me and my team are developing.

It'll be able
to examine data sets

and mirror your own trade logic
in its executions.

At Axe Capital, we support
people from all cultures,

but when you talk to me,
it better be in fucking English.

I can model
Taylor's trading patterns.

Reproduce them.

At ten times the speed.

My trading patterns
are imperfect.

They're pretty fucking good.

Yes, but I don't want
a pretty fucking good algo.

- That's what I've been saying.
- No, but I start from there.

The way that you would imitate
Taylor's brain

- is by studying it, right?
- Yes, modeling, as I said.

He wants to steal
your fucking brainwaves,

like a witch doctor.

You see that, right?

Yes, actually, I do.

I don't need something
that thinks like me.

I need something
that thinks better.

Thanks for coming.

Our master came calling again
with a new assignment.

José Lugo.

That sound familiar?

It does. It's an inmate
who killed a guard.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, it was Connerty's case,
but he did not pursue charges.

We may not have
that luxurious option.

Find out why.

On it.

[horns honking]

Go for the Recession Special,

even though
the recession's over.

You know what?
I'm not even sure

which recession
they're referring to.

They all end, though.

Yours can, too.

And two dogs and a drink
at that price

is a hell of a deal.

You done?

'Cause I'm just
getting ready to go.

Civil suit.
Reimbursement and damages.

I help EDNY hang
a guilty verdict on you,

and my case is
the Dream Team versus Cuba.

Even if you slither
out of the criminal courts,

I hammer you
like the Goldmans did O. J.

Ira, if that felon found
a way not to pay a penny,

what do you think
I'm gonna do?

Besides, can you really afford
to wait that long?

Better question,

will that beautiful
and sweet fiancée of yours?

Oh, you're following me,
you sick motherfucker?

[Counter Guy]
What do you want?

Uh, two Recessions,
and what juice are you having?

Oh, too soon?

Couple Cokes.

Bobby, I'm not some sucker

who's just gonna play along with
whatever game you got running.

I'm taking you to court,
guns up.

I'm gonna win
a fat judgment,

and then, because I got
nothing else, thanks to you,

I'm gonna make it
my sole purpose in life

to stick to you
like Lester Hayes

until you've paid it willingly
just to get me to go away.

So you take your hot dogs
and shove 'em up your ass,

lengthwise.

That's not very open-minded
of you, Ira.

You should be more open-minded!

[Mafee] I'm not in a full panic.

When I get a full panic
going, I, well...

You can say it,
whatever it is, in here.

I... There's things
I'd say to other people

without a second's thought,

but you listen so closely.

That's my job.

But it's like you see inside
the best parts of me,

and it makes me
want to be better.

Mafee: what happens
when you panic?

Butt sweat.

And now?

Yeah, a little. The whole idea
that we could all be replaced?

If that didn't make your butt
sweat, you wouldn't be human.

Not your butt. I would never
even think about your butt.

It's not like I stare at it
when you walk by.

I barely know you have one.

Jesus.

This quant thing
has me all fucked up.

You think I'm gross now.

No, I don't.
I think you're...

[Ben Kim] I don't think
I can take this.

My mother begged me
to code at Stanford,

but I went
for Applied Mathematics,

which seemed, you know,
smarter then, but now not only

is she going to be proven right,
but I'm going to be replaced

by people who listened
to their mothers

- and learned to code.
- Okay.

You, we,
are not being replaced.

Will there be augmentation
of some kind? Yes.

Will it ask you, us,
to raise our game? Yes.

But we have to want that
for this place, don't we?

- No.
- No.

[stammers]

Go.

Express your fears to Taylor.

Let them tell you, Mafee.

[Chuck] Although it's lovely
to see you, Bryan,

there was no need to come in
from your Rumspringa.

Much as I dig
getting my Amish on with Dake,

I did have to come.
José Lugo.

You can't prosecute
this one, Chuck.

I went full Gil Grissom
on this case,

and there was no way
to charge the kid with murder.

Body of a prison guard
would indicate otherwise.

Lugo was being held awaiting
charges on a drug offense.

Not the end of the world.

He couldn't make bail,

so they stuck him at MCC
for two months.

Day one, this guard started
in on Lugo, and he went beast.

The kid ended up in the
infirmary a dozen times.

Orbital ridge fracture,
teeth, internal bleeding,

splintered wood
in the rectum, name it.

You just did.

I've archived 25 prisoner
statements backing it all up.

And what about
the other guards?

They refused to go
on record.

But that in itself
tells the whole story,

which is this:

José Lugo

is the kind of person
we are here to protect.

[sighs]

I'm asking you:
please don't.

Don't do this.

Don't prosecute the case.

Didn't take much legwork

to put Mr. Slayton as one
of your sports-betting clients

who did his part
at your behest.

Who were you working for?

We don't take orders.
We give 'em.

[scoffs]

I see. So, the full weight
of these felonies

should be earmarked for you two?

- And who are you now, sugar pop?
- I'm the one

that's about to
pistol-whip you.

Guys, you know how it works.
Name the power behind you.

He's the guy that deserves
to be sitting here, not you.

We have no idea
who you're referring to.

Who's paying for him?

- I'm guessing it's the same guy.
- You can't ask that.

You don't think
we can afford a good lawyer?

We own a nightclub.

Nightclub?
Your pisshole?

We just got one
of those digital jukeboxes.

Give me Axelrod,
the rest goes away.

Anything else, I drop
this whole thing on you.

You become the masterminds
at the head of a conspiracy

seeking to sabotage
and manipulate companies

and financial markets.

We're masterminds.

Masterminds is good.
I like masterminds.

Put us down
for masterminds.

Gentlemen, I suggest we have
a private conversation.

You know,
that's a good idea, boys.

Go talk amongst yourselves.

You Inwood types never could
learn to shut your mouths.

Sorry?

Oh, we used to drove over
from Fordham and roll your kind

just 'cause
it was easy pickings.

That's funny. We used to ride
over to the Bronx

and beat the shit out of Fordham
fruits for morning exercise.

Can't believe we missed you.

Must have been hiding
in the corner.

I'm gonna ask
that this conversation stop.

Why don't you stop?
Let the men finish talking.

Are you two sawed-off pricks
including yourselves

in that category?

You don't have shit on us
but some dink's word.

You had more than that, this
wouldn't be a conversation.

So if you got the sack,
make your move.

Otherwise,
we got kegs to change.

Next time I see you boys, I'll
watch 'em slap the cuffs on.

Then I guess
we won't be seeing each other.

[doors slam]

[exhales sharply]

I used to love visiting museums
when I was a young man,

back before I could afford
the paintings.

Now I'd rather look at 'em
on my walls.

I'm selling all my shit.

You were right
at the car auction.

I am barely hanging on.

Redemptions are starting
to hit in a big way.

[laughs]
It doesn't matter anyway.

I never knew what was any good
about my collection.

I just bought what
the art advisor told me to.

That's one way to go.

I can't imagine
what I sound like.

You sound like a guy who's had
a rough couple of years.

Happens to everyone.

I'll have to shutter soon.

What are you walking with?

40.

I guess I can live on that.

Can you?

Got the city apartment,

the Hamptons place,
Beaver Creek.

The debt service and running
the properties is ten a year.

You'll have to start
your new family office.

There's a lease,
an analyst or two,

an assistant, an accountant.

You got private school,

your daughter's horse,
you got charity.

You can't dip below
two a year on that,

or you lose your board seats

and your wife loses
all her friends.

You can forget flying
wheels up from now on.

You're sucking it up
in commercial.

You'll hold on to your driver
until it kills you, but...

soon, he'll be gone, too.

Fuck! I'm broke.

What would you give
to get it back?

Your status, all your money,
the whole thing.

Anything.

My leg. My spleen.
An inch off my dick.

Well, then this is the best day
of your new life,

'cause I got a line
on an orphaned two billion

looking for a home,

and I can get you in the room
to pitch for it.

All you have to do
is say yes.

[typing]

[knocks]
Got a minute?

Roughly two minutes.

The quants, why?

Why now?
What if we didn't?

What if we kept things
the same?

Think of the Pulaski Academy
Bruins, Mafee.

You read me?

The high school football team
that never punts?

Right.
They were pretty solid before,

so why'd they do that?

Because the coach deduced
that, statistically,

they'd be better off
using all four downs on offense

and not giving the ball back.

Yes. And because the coach
wanted championships.

- So it's about edge.
- Always.

ETFs. They sucked the dumb money
out of the market.

Trillions have poured
into them.

That was our edge,
and our edge is gone.

When I look around now,

it's only other killers
like us staring back.

But there are a bunch of quants
already out there on the market,

already working that edge.

That's why ours
has to be better.

Okay. Okay.

Look, people down on the floor
thought this was about

wholesale firing
and replacement.

So I see the wisdom
in adding.

But otherwise, are we good?

I don't know. Are we?
Are you?

Are you running
all four downs,

playing every play
like it's your last?

Is your mouth guard always in,
chin strap always buckled?

- If that's you, we're good.
- [door opens]

[door opens]

Please describe the nature
of your approach to the market

and how your algorithms
serve that end.

Boring.

What the fuck kind of way is
that to kick off an interview?

I'm rejecting the premise
or flipping the script.

I should interview you.

For what,
the school newspaper?

[chuckles] Yassss, Queen.
Good one, but no.

I've got offers from half
the funds on the Street

and several tech firms out West,

and they pay guarantees,
not bonuses.

Now, don't get me wrong.
I've heard about Taylor Mason.

Love to see if you live up to
the hype, but I've got options.

So, let me put this
in your language:

What's in it for moi?

You Patrick Bateman/Bud Fox
hybrid wannabe.

He was doing Spader
in Wall Street.

But I don't care
about his insulting tone.

I only care about his ability

to think clearly and rationally
under pressure.

You're not thinking
of hiring him?

She's no fool.

No.

But, sadly, though you may have
a genius-level I. Q.,

you have no control
over your emotional state.

That's why
you're lashing out in here,

defensive,
allowing your rage at yourself

to manifest in boorish,
childish behavior.

He couldn't figure out the box,
so he did that to it.

Then he let the rest of his
bullshit cloud his thinking.

He has no idea why he had
to resort to brute force,

so he doesn't get
to work here.

Take your feet off the table

and get the fuck
out of our office.

So, are we done
with this now?

No.

Let me remind you.
August 2007.

The Dow crashed 400 points
because of a coding error.

That was more
than ten years ago, which,

even with the breakdown in
Moore's Law, is more like 100.

Feels like yesterday to me.

We need to be thinking about
tomorrow. So we keep going.

Warden, I need you to say
that if the guard were alive,

you'd fire him for abuse

and that the kid is innocent.

My hands are clean,
my conscience clean enough.

I'm not gonna take you
off the hook

and hang myself there
instead.

Well, I didn't devote
my life to the law

to prosecute innocent men.

Nor I to oversee
their incarceration,

but once they send them
to me...

Yep, you do your level best.

Currently, there are 400 cases
filed against you by inmates,

which could suggest
your level best

[laughs] isn't very good.

Almost all of them
pro forma.

Their beds are too hard.
Their food sucks.

I get it.

The cases
are filed against you

in your official capacity
as warden

and, therefore,
defended by me

in my official capacity
as U. S. Attorney.

And you're gonna throw them
if I don't play ball?

I wouldn't even know
how to throw a case,

how to lose on purpose.

Normally, I would knock
these nuisances away

like a windshield wiper
during a light rain.

But what if I just...
slowed down...

let 'em build up...

cloud your field of vision,

the drops becoming a deluge.

But if I say
the kid was tortured

and it was
the guard's fault...

Then I fight those cases off

as if they were against me
personally.

- You can't think I'd testify.
- No.

No.

There's a young journalist
I know.

He'll take your testimony.

Stalwart, ambitious fellow

branching out from finance

into what we might call
national news.

He can protect your name

if you give him
enough corroboration

to make his story
undeniable.

Thank you, Warden.

Happy to do the right thing.

[♪ dramatic music ♪]

How'd you know
not to bet me?

Win, lose 100,
who gives a shit?

You have more money
than god.

I didn't get it by wagering
against Willie Mosconi.

You were gonna sandbag me.

Let me win a few games,

then double the bet,
then run me down.

I didn't even bring
my own cue.

If you had,
maybe I'd have gone for it,

counting on
that special vanity

that a man
with a custom cue has.

Once you started chalking up,
no chance.

[laughs]

Oh.

Thanks, Chef Ryan.

Mm.

Last time I had a burger
this good...

Remember that time down in
Atlanta, with Killer Mike?

[laughs]

That was right before
I gave Axe Capital

that extra half-billion
from my fund.

[chuckles]
Good anchoring technique.

No.

But no matter how tasty,
I'm not sure

I can give the same treatment
to Michael Panay.

There is no linkage to me, so
that solves the first problem.

But he will listen to me

and invest
exactly as I instruct,

so that solves problem two.

Yeah, but he's on a bad run,
Axe. He's bleeding out.

But you got a surgeon
stepping in.

I know that,
but my board can't.

I got to hard-sell
this guy to them.

Well, get Panay
to convince them.

Get him
in front of that board.

You sure? It's hard
to defend numbers like his.

He's presentable.

Let's get him in here
and see. Panay!

Looks like I'm not
the only sandbagger in here.

Mike,

this is Raul.

- He's gonna take you in.
- Not unless you can tell me

why you ran your fund
into the ground.

They'll expect some answers.

He'll have answers.

Just show strength and pitch
them your best three ideas,

which I'll give you.

And if anybody steps
in your face...

Kick 'em in the cock.

[chuckles] Okay.

I'll wear sharp shoes.

[Axe] All right.

I'll let you know
when we've booked a meeting.

So?

I might be able to sell him.

But why would I?

[cellphone vibrates]

I must be out
of my fucking mind.

Oh, I disagree.

I think you're showing some
real nuance in your thinking,

which is what is required
since you have suffered

at the hands
of some very devious opponents

in Rhoades and his father.

Yeah, well, I'm here
for some goddamned reason,

so, uh, what is it
you want to propose?

That I acquire your virtually
worthless shares in Ice Juice

for considerably over market.

30 million dollars.

A firm called Ionosphere
would paper the transaction.

In return,
you forgo your civil suit

and refuse
to testify against me.

You'll give my people
a statement

laying out how Rhoades did
what he did.

Your best friend sold you
down the river for nothing.

He's not worth saving.

I'm willing to pay you
30 million to tell the truth.

It's just a transaction to you,
this whole thing?

Numbers move
from here to there,

and emotions
are smoothed out,

like ice under a Zamboni.

No, I understand what's fair.

And I know
how to make a deal.

So, take your life back.

Gary?

While you're at it,
go ahead and pick one.

On my tab.

Why should she
have to suffer?

[door opens, closes]

How does it work?
What am I missing?

We'll get back to that.

Résumé says you were at NASA,
the Jet Propulsion Laboratory.

20 years. The most rewarding job
a data scientist could ask for.

And now finance. Why?

The stock market
is representation

of the psychology
of the entire world

at any given moment.

Data is an exact thumbprint
of that moment.

I get to know what the world
is thinking and feeling

and what it will do next.

What a refreshing,
excellent answer.

Yes.

Would you be willing
to let me test it

so I can observe it
under market conditions?

Of course. I'll give you
access for the day,

and you'll be able
to see how it works.

It doesn't fit together,
right?

You're testing the ability
to realize that,

the confidence to admit it?

Outstanding.

Connerty called.

He saw the article.

A lot of people
have seen it.

They found a good photo
of the kid.

Looks innocent, no?

Handsome, for sure.

Even better.

Can't make us proceed now.

If you had been forced
to prosecute,

could you have?

Honestly, I don't know
that I have it in me.

Glad we won't have to
find out.

[Connerty] Well, now that
we're all here...

As you both know, I had a large
ownership stake in Ice Juice.

It was to be worth a great deal
at one point.

Turned out to be worth
substantially less.

Thanks to Axelrod's
involvement.

Uh, I can't and won't speak
to the actions of Bobby Axelrod.

- [scoffs] What?
- Hold on.

'Cause I don't actually know
what he did.

But I sure as hell will testify
about what Chuck Rhoades did.

Which is?

Purposefully induce sabotage
against my company,

use his status and position
to lure Bobby Axelrod to do it.

And I will confirm,
on the record,

that Charles Rhoades Sr.

was steering his own money

and that Chuck's money
was directly involved...

Stop.

Mr. Schirmer,
you need to speak with counsel

before going any further.

We all need to hold
and contemplate the risks

these allegations pose
to our case.

Dake!...Oliver.
We need to hear him out.

This meeting is over.

Yeah, I sort of figured.

[♪ suspenseful music ♪]

Why'd you let him go?

We need to know
what he had to say.

He said Chuck induced
the sabotage.

We need to know what that means!
Why the fuck...

'Cause I know how to do my job,
and the job is Axelrod.

If Chuck is part of it,

it's prosecutorial misconduct,
at a minimum.

Is it?

At this moment,
we don't know,

And we don't want to know.
Because if you keep asking,

you run the risk
of a Brady disclosure.

The more he says about whatever
story he's put together,

the more likely
we'll be obligated

to inform the defense
of our findings.

And what do you think
they will do with that,

other than blow up
everything that we have?

We are in the right and wrong
game, and this is...

Today we're in the
"take the win and move on" game.

Is that what being a boss
does to you?

Like when Sonny Black
gets upped in Brasco?

I was brought to Eastern
for one specific task:

to convict Bobby Axelrod.

You were brought to Eastern
for the same task

by the very person that you
are now trying to jam up,

a man who was
a mentor to you.

That's disloyal,
and I don't cotton to that.

So if you can't do it,

I'll find someone who can.

That's all.

[♪ dramatic music ♪]

[♪♪♪]

[glass shatters]

[train brakes squealing]

I told you I'd see 'em
slip the cuffs on.

No one here but you and me.

I guess this is your chance,
bitch.

Ugh!

[siren chirps, wails]

Hey!
Johnny, you all right?

[Lead Cop] Let's go, douchebags!
We got warrants.

Hook 'em both up.
Parole violations.

- [Cop] Come on, asshole.
- What the fuck?

This guy
just assaulted my brother.

- We didn't see nothing.
- Of course you didn't.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Ah, you suckered me.

Nah, you were
born that way.

All right. Get in.
Watch your head.

I'm glad you stayed.

I don't remember
having had a choice.

You can take these with you
when you go.

What are they?

Chuck's.

I've been cleaning out
a walk-in closet

to have a humidor built.

Memorabilia for all his
achievements from growing up.

Seemed very important
to him back then.

To him, not you?

Why would I ever give a shit

about his third-place
squash trophy from prep school?

If he'd won, maybe I'd
put it on the mantel.

Charles...

I can see what all this
is doing to you.

Why don't you reach out,
talk to him?

What if I seeded
the ground?

Ensured you wouldn't be
rebuffed?

I'm the aggrieved party here.

If there's any reaching out
to be done,

it should be
from the other side.

You don't know
what your husband did.

You mean use your money

to bait Axe into committing
a federal crime

and wipe out his own trust
in the process?

He told you.

Your son
is the man you made him.

Whatever greatness

and whatever darkness
is in him came from you.

Clear this shit out of here.

I'm sorry.
It'll have to wait.

I drove the Maserati tonight.
It won't fit.

Come on, kids.

Okay.
Let's talk deal.

It's been a pleasure, but this
isn't going to work out.

But the algo performed
beautifully.

Yeah, his algo performed
beautifully.

You know I'm no fan,
but even I can see...

I could go into specifics,

but it's just not
what we're looking for.

The NDAs have
all been signed,

and your model expired
at the close today, so...

I wish you well.

I spotted the back door
he put in,

the one that would allow us to
support our plays retroactively

with legit-seeming data.

Really?

And I know that you
somehow organized it.

Is that how desperate you are
to avoid quants?

That you try to rig it
to blunt them

and try to float it past me
without telling me?

Of course not. I...

All right, how'd you know?

Your body language,
the softball questions,

the register of your voice.

But the only thing
I can't figure out is why.

Do you know
how Axe and I met,

what the source
of my loyalty to that man is?

I don't.

Well, I was at Lehman the last
time a bunch of brilliant kids

thought that they had solved the
fucking secrets of the market.

It almost cost me everything
that I had built

over my entire career.

The rest of us,
we were at their mercy

because we didn't understand
what they were doing,

so we couldn't question it.

It was a chance meeting
with Axe at a golf outing

wherein he read
my tarot cards for me,

told me
what was gonna happen.

I was able to sell at 50.

If I had waited
a few more months,

it would have been at two.

Axe's warning
allowed me to save my ass

before it was too late.

I do not want to be
in that position

ever again.

I see.

Even though your former company
was levered 31 times

and there were countless
other factors at play,

I get how traumatic
that was.

So you're not gonna hire
a quant?

I am not going to hire
a quant.

That's become clear to me.

And you're correct.

Billy Beane never won
a World Series.

But Theo Epstein did,
using all the same strategies

Billy came up with first,
and we will, too.

I accept I can't go outside
to find what we need,

so we're going to build
our own.

I'm going to oversee it.

[door opens, closes]

He did it.

He damn near actually kicked
the guy in the cock.

Only it was
a woman board member.

They ate him up.

I'm just so happy for the both
of you it worked out.

Axe, I am just so grateful.

You gave me back my world.

Hey, hey!

- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.

How are you, sweetheart?
Good to see you.

How you doing, brother?
You good?

Mwah. Good to see you.

[groans]

Well...

I got dragged in.

How was it?

Fine, after your father got done
browbeating Kevin

over his handshake.

He could probably use it.

Right, because the tensile
strength of his grip alone

will dictate
his outcome in life.

You'd be surprised.

Listen, he's doing
his best to hide it,

but your father is...

wrecked by what's happened
between you two.

He gave as good as he got,
believe me.

Maybe.

But men of his age,

the big blows have an actual
effect on their health.

Yeah, in
Somerset Maugham stories.

He's an ox.

He'll likely see me
into the ground.

Chuck, I might be persuaded
to let it go

if you were sleeping
through the night.

But you are basically
the undead

wandering the house
until morning,

so some resolution
would help you, too.

If he came brokering peace,
I'd hear him out.

What, you want me to initiate,
for Christ's sake? Come on.

[cellphone vibrates]

Yes, General?

You scheduled a press conference
for tomorrow?

Not yet, but wise idea.

Yes, given the wave
of outrage at MCC

and sympathy for the young man,
I think it makes sense

to tell them
that we will not be prosecuting.

Yes. Tonight José Lugo

is quite the cause célèbre.

But we are most certainly
prosecuting.

I read different websites than
you do, watch different shows.

The more your New York Times

is blaring
about Lugo's mistreatment,

the more Breitbart is inflamed
about a dead prison guard.

This case has national attention
now, so attention must be paid.

You savvy what I'm saying
to you, Chuck?

You, uh, want to proceed
with the prosecution?

I don't know how cooperative
the witnesses at MCC will be.

Reading between the lines
of that story,

I think the warden...

Warden's been fired.

But you got a good point.

You got some leaks up there,

either in your shop,
the prison's.

I'll plug 'em.

Yeah, well,
you'll do more than that.

Where I come from,

the dogs don't stop yapping,

you don't just muzzle 'em.

You hit 'em with a shock collar
until they quiet up nice.

What is it?

The attorney general

is ordering me to prosecute
an innocent man,

and I don't think I can stop it
from happening.

I have yet to meet the man
you can't outmaneuver.

Find your angle.

[door closes, keys jangle]

Is that blood?

Not mine.

I-I hit someone tonight,
hard.

Self-defense, or...

That law book you're reading
would call it assault.

Battery, too.

With intent to harm?

With intent to try
and make myself feel

like I was actually doing
something.

Did it work?

Nothing is. Move over.

[sighs]

They're in this.

I can't look away
from it anymore.

[♪ suspenseful music ♪]

Are you trying to show me
something by working this late?

No. By this.

Effort's never been
my problem.

No, you're an effort guy.

That's why I keep you around.

No matter who else
I bring in here.

Great. Have a good night.

Thanks for hanging in.

What's up?

Didn't work.

We got to do Lugo.

We announce tomorrow,
so file first thing.

You serious?

Mm-hmm, as heart attacks
and cancer

and all those serious things.

Proposed strategy?

Play racial animus.

Associate Lugo with the violence
of his neighborhood.

Imply unofficial
gang affiliation

through any friends
or acquaintances

with records
or old charges.

Tie this death
to recent police violence,

like it was payback.

Hammer the most convenient
version of the facts.

Lugo, while awaiting charges
for drug possession,

had a confrontation
with a man

hired to protect the public
from criminals,

and that man is now dead.

I guess you do
have it in you.

Is this how
it's going to be now?

Yes, it is.

And no.

You know all those cases
we dropped for the A. G.?

- Yeah.
- Tomorrow morning,

I want you to start working
that Ponzi scheme case

- that hurt all those teachers.
- LeRoy?

Yes, in earnest
and off the radar.

Start building it out.

We'll figure out
who to give it to.

And go to your FBI agent

and start adding others
that fit the bill.

This space
is now assigned to you.

Officially, it is where you will
review office priorities.

Unofficially,
it will be our war room.

Where we, the Maquisards,
will mount the resistance.

We will not let
this son of a bitch

define justice for the SDNY.

[♪ Leonard Cohen's
"You Want It Darker" playing ♪]

Who are you?

[device beeps]

Hey!

Hey, stop!

[Axe] Hi, Mike.

Good job
winning the board over.

Axe?

I am here
to set the terms.

I thought.

Well, of course you did.

But. You will move assets
how and when I tell you.

Your 2 and 20
is now 1 and 10.

The rest will be converted
into cryptocurrency

and paid to me.

You will sign documents

testifying to your full
and willing participation

in all of this right now.

Those documents
will disappear from sight,

but they'll always exist.

The gentlemen here will help you
handle the details.

You have been brought
back to life,

as promised.

But it's not free.

You can refuse right now,
right here,

but then everything
will go away.

Are you in?

Are you in?

Good.

Then all is as it should be
in the world.

♪ There's a lullaby
for suffering ♪

♪ And a paradox to blame ♪

♪ But it's written
in the scriptures ♪

♪ And it's not some idle claim ♪

♪ You want it darker ♪

♪ We kill the flame ♪

You are now officially
but unofficially

the proud owner of half
of my half of Panay's fund,

paid in crypto, of course.

♪ I struggled with some demons ♪

♪ They were middle-class
and tame ♪

♪ I didn't know I had permission
to murder and to maim ♪

♪ You want it darker ♪

[tires squeal]

[♪♪♪]

♪ If you are the dealer,
let me out of the game ♪

♪ If you are the healer,
I'm broken and lame ♪

♪ If thine is the glory ♪

♪ Mine must be the shame ♪

♪ You want it darker ♪

[applause]

♪ Hineni, hineni ♪

♪ Hineni, hineni ♪

♪ I'm ready, my Lord ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Hineni ♪

♪ Hineni ♪

♪ Hineni ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Hineni ♪

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