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[Krakow] Previously
on Billions...

I really need you to
come through for me now.

'Cause I'm scared shitless.

[Chuck] I'm sorry.
I didn't match.

[Prince] Yonkers is
you. You are Yonkers.

You stink of the place.

[Prince] And now
you're back in it.

Before the funds land with us,

we can designate
them to a public good.

[Sacker] Like a
law school clinic.

[Chuck] I will do you the courtesy
of treating you like professionals.

Do me the same.

I'll have another.

[Wags] I am not
young, but she will be.

[Axe] I wanna know
what the rest of you can do

to help make this bank happen.

[Taylor] There's
an opportunity here.

We show him we
are where he should

put his investable cash.
Not into some bank.

[Axe] I mean, the art world's
been good to me lately.

It's gonna get me
my bank charter.

But I need you to rip a letter
on my behalf out of the SEC

and grease the
skids to a charter.

For the original
glamor shot? Sure.

Come on, man. I, I don't...

I don't do portraits.

[Axe] Well, I think we
both know otherwise.

Since you're in there,

maybe you can see when I
can expect some art out of him.

We should all do dinner...

[Axe] Me, you, Tanner.

Maybe I'll bring someone, too...

I know you meant no
harm, but harm is coming.

[dramatic music]

Homemade sushi, sashimi,

and other small Japanese bites.

I sent Ryan to Japan
to stage around,

and this is what
he came back with.

Wow. I have been
waiting all day for this.

To eat?

- Yeah.
- He practices intermittent fasting.

I only eat in an
eight-hour stretch,

and then I don't eat
anything for the other 16.

Keeps my head
clear while I work.

Flow state.

Exactly. You've tried it.

I've tried it all. Keto,
fasting, gluten-free.

I'm an intermittent eater,

16 on, at least, gluten-heavy.

Ha. Also a way to go.

I'll bear that diet in
mind for the reception.

Why don't you just
serve me, fucking grilled?

[Wags] Not a fan
of getting feted?

[Tanner] Just all the talk.

He can't stand the
buyers'... What do you call it?

- "Bullshit interpretations."
- Yeah.

[Tanner] You know what
question really drives me insane,

and it happens every
goddamned time is...

"How do you know
when it's finished?"

Well, sometimes
it's hard to tell.

She's talking about a Jackson
Pollock we saw at the gallery.

Yeah. Why not three
splatters less, or two more?

That's what makes
Pollock Pollock, right?

[Tanner] He can just stare at it

and say, "That's it. It's
complete. It's finished."

That's what makes you an artist.

Otherwise, you're nothing.

I'm gonna have to be
careful when I talk to you.

No, no, you need to
engage with artists and art

and learn from it.

This art stuff's gonna be
important later in our life together.

A strong appreciation
makes for a well-rounded child.

[clears throat]

No... No real artist
gives a fuck about talk.

They want you to look
at the work, understand it,

and then jump out the window
without saying another word,

because you never need to
see anything else ever again.

What if it's a buyer
asking the questions?

Same deal.

Oh, the mythical
incorruptible artist.

Impervious to temptation.

[Tanner laughs]

If you buy me a
ticket to Japan, I'll go,

but unlike your... your cook,

I, I can't promise you
anything for your trouble.

[Wags] As long as you
came back inspired...

Oh, this one was born inspired.

You should see
him work. It's insane.

No, yeah, it must
be something to see.

Oh, it is.

He reminds me of
how you used to be.

A guy doing what
he was born to do.

Before I became
a burned-out hack?

[chuckles] Don't put
words in my mouth.

[jazz music]

You know what?

All this talk of art makes
me wanna see the work.

I'll stop by tomorrow.

Oh, no, I'm not
ready to show it.

No, huh?

[jazz music continues]

All right. Well,
you let me know.

[jazz music continues]

[dramatic music]

Welcome to the NYAG!

Now, I feel no guilt
when I tell you all

that I consider you
my smartest students.

Oh, I'm sure that my colleagues
and I will all benefit greatly

from the work of your
nimble legal minds.

When I look out at you all, I'm
reminded of my younger self.

And in the words
of your Billie Eilish,

"The best of me, the
best of me is you."

We know you must
be eager to get started,

and we have an
exciting first assignment.

Now. When it comes to the
office of the Attorney General,

courage is a must.

[Chuck] Courage to aim
for the highest targets

without flinching.

To brush away the dust from
the reticles on your scopes

and take dead aim at even
the loftiest of our government.

So today, you're gonna
go after a cabinet member.

Yeah, Secretary of the
Treasury, Todd Krakow.

We have records of his
every statement and action.

Your task is to
build legal cases

and arguments against him.

Let's find his lost tapes,

his stained blue
dress, his perfect call.

Let's get to work!

[whimsical music]

- [Wags] Yes!
- [Axe] Yes! Come on!

- [Axe] Oh, yeah!
- [Wags] Fucking yes!

[Axe] You can fucking
smell that fucking...

That may sound like a joyous
Kwanzaa celebration to you.

- Kwanzaa was last...
- Well, it ain't the sounds

of a goddamned Chanukah
festival of lights either.

Or the motherfucking eve
of motherfucking Christmas.

I really don't think you want
that phrase on the record,

- there are HR considera...
- No.

What that sound
is, is a funeral dirge.

And that funeral is ours.

[Dollar Bill] That
cheering is for Krakow

rubber stamping Axe's
federal bank charter.

- It's really happening?
- Happened.

Fast-tracking it...

Now, I joined the party
when I first heard about

us becoming a bank...

Because it sounded sturdy.

Secure. Lucrative.

But the more I researched...

Yeah. The worse it fucking is.

Man the turrets

and start loosing ordnance
on whatever you see.

Because it's gonna be
eat-what-you-kill soon enough.

Wait, are you hunting or at war?

Both. As you all better be.

We're gonna have to
deregister as a hedge fund.

This place will
become a family office,

to separate commerce
from banking.

No outside fees to
cover our salaries.

Redundancies will become clear.

To him.

Some of us will be Midsommar'd.

Yes! Exactly!

I don't actually know what
that means, but it sounds...

Horrible. Utterly horrible.

Axe, um...

If we do...

When we do get the bank charter,

how much are our lives changing?

- Will our jobs...
- No, it's not a problem.

[Tuk] It's not?

Well, it's not my problem.

And don't ask another
guy about your future.

Make your own fucking future.

It's like my own mother
took the form of your body.

I can almost taste
her ggori gomtang.

It's chilling...

[Ben Kim] But, we have all
been through so much together.

Lean and fat times.

We always come
through at Axe Capital.

Is this an overcorrection
to conditions?

[Ben Kim] Shouldn't
we just ride it out?

Fucking right we should.

As the Pittsburgh Steelers do.

And that consistency
has served them well.

- Best-run franchise in...
- Second best.

Like Coach Belichick says,

"You wait till halftime before
you start making adjustments,

it's too fucking late..."

Change is scary.

I know.

But this is gonna be
better for all of you.

Maybe not all of you.

[dramatic music]

You know I didn't really
say what I feel down there.

If I said what I
really believed...

Boss. I know what
you were thinking.

It was pellucid without
you even saying it.

Like I was hearing
your thoughts.

Really? What was I...

You just wanted
your fucking coffee

and couldn't believe the
weakness you were witnessing.

You were also thinking about the
16 trades we made this morning,

and, at one point, I saw you
look toward the front desk,

and calculate the
value relative to the cost

of having two
receptionists there.

What kind of Derren Brown
mindreader bullshit is this?

It's not bullshit.

It's this...

Vigilantrix.

Our next big play.

We are not a bank quite yet.

And we may as well
fucking crush it one more time

before we become one.

This drug, Axe,
it's the killer app

in the pharma space
you've been chasing.

It's a focus ratchet,
a productivity booster.

The audience at a pharma
conference got one to try.

But after I had a taste,
I copped the whole box.

Vigilantrix.

I read about the trials.

That's the thing, huh?

[Victor] It sure is.

It's the Limitless shit.

It's got me firing on all...

It's giving me crazy
mental clarity and acuity.

I'm even using
words like "acuity."

And "pellucid," yeah, I heard.

[Victor] The stuff works.

If it's got me
thinking like you,

imagine who it'll
have you thinking like.

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music continues]

[indistinct conversation]

[tense music]

[upbeat electronic music]

Attorney General Rhoades, we'd
like to discuss our assignment.

Please, come in.

We have a problem
with the assignment, sir.

Well, an ethical
objection, really.

I see.

Please, explain, Merle.

[Merle] We're concerned
that the process

you've asked us
to follow feels, like...

improperly motivated.

[Dee Dee] It's backwards.

To just try and find something
on Secretary Krakow.

Aren't we supposed to start with
a crime and then build a case?

It feels super targeted.

Like the Muslim
ban or something.

You have been very
fortunate in your short lives

to read the sharpest
legal scholars

and discuss the
most famous cases.

But... [chuckles]

[sighs] you have never

stood naked
before judge or jury.

You have never made a single
compromise of conscience.

You have never had to
weigh justice against loyalty.

You know, lawyers are,
importantly, storytellers.

So allow me to weave you a yarn.

[clears throat] An
old folktale goes.

A Sicilian woman and
an Arab trader fell in love.

But the Arab had a wife
and children back in Tunisia.

So he told the Sicilian
woman that he loved her,

but he had to go
back to his family.

That night, the Sicilian woman

cut off his head
while he was sleeping.

She hollowed out his brains,

and she turned
his skull into a pot,

where she planted
herbs. [chuckles]

And you can still
see ceramic pots

painted like Arab
heads in Palermo today.

There are several
lessons that can be taken

from this grisly
tale of passion,

but the one I draw is this.

If you harbor split loyalties

and fail to take a side,

your mind may
become nothing more

than the soil for mint sprigs.

If you have any
doubts about your ability

to complete this internship

or your allegiance
to this office,

leave now.

Anybody else?

No way.

Good.

Now let's get back to it.

Do you still have any contacts
in the Treasury Department?

I was in the Katzenjammers with
the Deputy Assistant Secretary.

Did I know you could
carry a tune, Ms. Sacker?

- What can't I do?
- Good.

Then I'd like to see Krakow's
schedule of meetings.

Maybe there's a buzzsaw
we can run him into.

Send him to the mill.

[dramatic music]

Thank you all for joining
this emergency assembly

of the Shine-Lucence board.

We are facing a crisis.

As all of you know, we use
tin to produce our solar cells.

It's what makes
them cheaper, safer,

and easier to
manufacture than lead.

[chairman of the board] We believed
that we'd been sourcing that tin

from safely and humanely
run mines in Australia,

but we just became aware

that a middleman has
been selling suspect tin

to our smelting facility.

Our supply chain Vice
President can tell you more.

I tracked the tin back to here.

- Where, exactly, is "here"?
- [shouting in distance]

The Congo.

There's militia. With guns.

They're strong-arming
people into the mines.

It's as bad as
they say. Worse...

- [door opens]
- Shit, I've gotta go...

Allow me to be the one to
say what we're all thinking.

This is no bueno.

Tin from the Congo
is a conflict mineral.

The mines are controlled by
violent anti-government warlords.

[chairman of the
board] Like I said. Crisis.

We'll be looking to you all

for immediate recommendations.

You know how in Shane...

Shit, in every Western
worth its sand...

the main dude can
escape, ride off if he wants,

but then decides
to stay and fight?

- I'm Shane?
- No. You are not!

You are Mike Prince.

And as your deputy...

Shane wasn't a sheriff.

Yes. I keep meaning
to see that one.

But the point stands.

You ain't sticking
around to fight.

What's recommendation
number two?

There isn't one.

You're supposed to take
recommendation one,

or what the heck are we doing?

We can't risk
this story breaking

and us still be in this company.

So you want me
to go Warriors style.

No. Like I just said, I don't
want you to stay and fight.

No, no, no, like, uh...

"Warriors, come
out to play-ay..."

The Warriors
were an unaffiliated

mixed-race street gang
in 1970s New York...

Progressive.

Who got blamed for a
murder they didn't commit.

Caught uptown
in enemy territory,

they had to make their way
back home to Coney Island

with all the other
gangs gunning for 'em.

So they ran. Or
they fought and ran.

How'd I miss a story like this?

It's a movie.

Damn. Okay. On my list.

But while fictional
unaffiliated street gangs

may not have any
choices, multibillionaires do.

Not running.

You can find me some board
members to back our play,

but I'm sticking and
turning this around.

[dramatic music]

This company is screwed and
our position right along with it.

Should we come forward
to the press immediately?

- Should we dump out?
- Or both?

We don't have the
benefit of a track record.

If word of this leaks,
it's a deathblow

to a young firm
with our mission.

In the impact space, I'm not
sure a track record even helps.

Bill McGlashan was the
king of impact investing.

Then Varsity Blues and
his head rolled into a basket.

People are merciless
when it comes to doing good.

And McGlashan even had Bono.

We need a rockstar
in our corner, too.

Mike Prince.

Go to him.

Enlist him. Team up.

Together we'll have a better
chance at swaying the board

into doing whatever
you decide is best.

Whoa. Axe would
flip the fuck out.

He almost burst into flames

when he saw Prince
at the Vanity Fair shoot.

Yes. Their "Fireside Chat"
was Alien vs. Predator.

No fucking fear.

[Lauren] If we win, by making
money, Axe will be happy.

So win, then tell
him how you did it.

It could work.

It's worth a shot.

But you will feel his wrath

if we engage with
Prince and make it worse.

Then let's make it better.

I'll reach out to Scooter
to broker the meeting.

[dramatic music]

Let's get active, people!

Traders, you're
being paid to trade.

We're in the moving business,
not the storage business.

So bring me some
fucking scalps for my wall.

Mineral people, I want exposure.

Yesterday.

Get me longer than the
Hunt Brothers in 1980!

We've gotta grab the rock,
bring back the shiny shit.

Um, I'd like to join in the
zesty and aggressive approach.

But I've gotta say I'm not
sure what we're supposed to do.

Okay. Come on. Come
on. Come on. Come on.

You guys are running last
gen. I need you next-gen.

Victor!

Purely optional.

But for those of you who are
ready to cross the threshold

and become a version of himself

with the energy
of a 17-year-old,

the focus of a 30-year-old,

and the wisdom
of a 100-year-old,

step the fuck up.

Let me tell you.

I have never felt so focused,

and with all of you guys at
the same level on this v-shit,

I think we're looking at
85% returns on the week,

to say nothing of the quarter.

Sounds good, Axe.

Give me a few of those
Major League beans

for the Mase Carb crew.

Whew.

"FDA approval pending."

Oh, god, I don't want diarrhea,

involuntary muscle spasms,
psychotic delusions...

It says "in rare cases,"
you fucking baby.

I'm in.

[upbeat music]

[exhales sharply]

Fine. But I'm gonna
need some water.

[upbeat music continues]

[knocks on door]

[door opens]

Good to see you again, Wendy.

And you, Taylor. Lauren,
your rep precedes.

Now, how are we
gonna disarm this bomb

before it blows up in our faces?

Please have a seat.

Maybe we need to throw
it over a cliff before it does.

[chuckles]

I used to love those cartoons

where the coyote would
get his fingers caught

in the bomb right
as he released it.

He'd blow up and then be back
to himself after the commercial.

- Reconstituted.
- But we...

Yes. Mortal.

Once we blow up, no
reconstitution possible.

So I, too, wanna avoid
an explosion here.

We'll listen to any
plan you may have,

but we remain unsure
if we're taking part.

Until such time as it's clear our
agendas are aligned, anyway.

What do you see as first steps?

- We need to re-source the tin.
- [Taylor] Yes.

But we can't be noisy about it.

I'd propose a
year-long transition plan.

- To a new source.
- That we sell the board on.

And we slow down order
fulfillment, so we don't sell anymore.

Good. In theory.

If we can ensure that
the story of the scandal

doesn't get to the press.

What about board
members leaking?

That's a real risk. Who
are you worried about?

Not sure.

I was hoping you could profile
them to determine who might crack.

[dramatic music]

Look, I know you said
you're not sure if you're in,

but it feels like we're already
rowing in the same direction.

Then we have a conference
room you can work in

before we have to
call the board back.

[dramatic music continues]

Okay.

We're on it.

[breathes deeply]

- [Chuck] Thanks for coming down, Pete.
- Hmm.

Much as I hate being here,
I figured I should show up

and avoid the
subpoena sure to follow.

Wise choice.

Now, uh, I know
you've gone well beyond

selling memberships
at your robo-gym,

into the physical-transformation
through-science space.

Specifically, that
you're helping athletes

boost performance
and beat drug tests.

Hold on a sec.

- I never, never, ever...
- No.

Let's not.

If you didn't, you
wouldn't be here.

And... [chuckles]

I wouldn't need you. [sighs]

Need me to what?

Put me with a certain type
of doctor that can help out

with a family member's
kidney situation.

Where are we at exactly?

Well, uh, it seems my
father wasn't healthy enough

to pass the workup
to get on the donor list.

Oh.

They always try to
pick off the least viable.

So step one is getting
your dad's numbers

to where he can
get on that list.

Uh-huh.

But it's a long wait.

- [Decker] Years.
- Yeah. Up to five years.

And that is a death
sentence for him.

Which brings us to part two.

Uh...

If I can't move him up the list,

once you get him on it,

I need you to locate me a donor.

[clicks tongue]

Shit. Okay.

Murky waters.

[clears throat] But...

I have a guy.

He's a, a "doctor".

[Chuck] An MD?

[clicks tongue] Does
he still have an MD?

[Decker sucks teeth]

Did Hippocrates have one?

You wanna put me on the stand

or you want me to fix your dad?

My guy's the right
man for the job.

EPO, platelets,
clean this, clean that.

[Decker] He'll tune your
pops up like a Stradivarius,

so he passes the
test to get on that list.

And he could find you an organ.

Good. That's just what I need.

I want to meet ASAP.

I'll arrange it.

Five thousand, up front. Cash.

This guy don't take Blue Cross.

[laughing] Okay. I see.

And what's your piece of that?

Piece? Me?

I'm just here to help.

[dramatic music]

Let's go, gimme what
you got, hit me hard.

So, I didn't know what you
meant by "grab the rock" before,

but now I do, and I
have to say it's brilliant.

- Right.
- I mean a tech and aerospace play

that can harvest
one mid-size meteor.

- And the yield would be...
- Fucking outsized.

So, I think I'm seeing
the macro play.

Cornering the rare
mineral market.

Bam.

Beyond gold and platinum,

we're talking cobalt,

- tungsten, rhodium.
- Right.

We'll control production
on every cell phone

- from now until...
- Till they're fucking obsolete.

Space-X, Blue
Origin, Virgin Galactic,

and all their feeder tech.

Lots of opportunities to roll
up a strong ground game.

And speaking of ground game,

we've got to bring in
the geo-political piece.

Chile. Big things happening
in their political landscape.

If their election tilts
the way it looks like.

Pro-mining, pro-business.

We're talking about a base,

with massive
government incentives,

good launch sites,
strategic partnerships

that'll make this
whole thing go.

Liquidity. We need it.

We should dump out
of $3, $3.2 billion worth

of our other positions
in order to free up capital

for the mineral play.

It'll be more than
fucking worth it.

Say the word and I'll
come out of the chute

like the German bobsled
team at Lake Placid.

Word. I said it. Go do it.

[upbeat music]

You ever see the show
The Good Doctor, Chuck?

Can't say I have.

Well, he's a, a great
and feeling young man,

despite this outer effect
that would suggest otherwise.

And he's without
a care for money.

And the good doctor
here is the same?

Nope. Dead opposite.

I did that "care for the
patient" thing for years.

But they kept suing
me, the fuckers.

Now, they can fuck themselves,

unless they're willing to
pay me to unfuck them.

But...

where this man, Dr. Swerdlow,

and the Good Doc are similar is.

They both are excellent
practitioners of their crafts.

And mine is to get
men like your father,

worthy paying customers,
exactly what they need

before it's too fucking late.

Still saving lives.

But getting me some
beach houses on the side,

- ya know what I'm saying, baby girl?
- See?

I told him not to
pretend to care, Chuck,

that you wouldn't...
you wouldn't go for that.

Certainly not. No.

Not a chance. No
way. Okay. Good. Got it.

So. What's the actual
way this happens?

Well, this meeting
is $5,000 cash.

And... that happens now.

Okay, here's how
we fix this thing.

Fix meaning repair, but also
fix meaning rig the system.

Why say that part out loud?

'Cause it's fun.

What we'll do, once your payment
is complete, is run a course.

Platelets for red cell
count, blood pressure meds,

something to improve his
glomerular filtration rate,

and I'm not just talking about
fucking around with Bardoxolone.

I've got some special
shit from Mexico City

that'll really do
the fucking job.

Oh, and also a clean urine
deposit before his next exam.

Uh-huh.

And how is that, uh,
particular deposit made?

With a special turkey
baster, right up his cock.

Okay. If this shit backfires,

and my dad dies of an infection
caused by this rug merchant,

I'm coming for you.

I know. Yet I'm here.

Which should tell you
the level of my faith.

So, after all this, if my
other moves don't work,

and I can't jump him
to the front of the queue,

how do we secure an organ?

- You mean the kidney itself?
- Mm.

That puppy comes from
this pupp-ette right here.

She's an illegal just over
from El Salvador. And a match.

She'll be out of lockup soon.

And she's willing to sell one.

In fact, she almost already did,

but the fucker croaked too soon.

She'll do anything it
takes for the 38K it pays.

[Swerdlow] Influx at the
southern border isn't all that bad.

Lots of desperate people
willing to sell their parts.

She wants to do this!

Even I can't do it.

Is there any alternative?

Oh, shit, yeah. I can change
gears like an Aston Martin

with paddles on the steering
wheel, fast and smooth.

For the right price, I can get
your old man in a scratch and dent.

Okay. Maybe we've
covered enough the day.

No. You brought the
man here, let him speak.

Let the man speak.

Diseased donor, Chuck.

Hep C. HIV.

[Decker] These people need
money. They're willing to share.

And then we treat your dad
for the underlying problems.

No. Heard enough.
More than enough.

Might have to box
my ears after this

so the ringing replaces
your fucking words.

I'll just take my
cash back, please,

and we'll all go
on with our lives.

No refunds!

Look, Charlie,

your reaction is normal, usual.

But you will reflect upon this.

If times get desperate enough,

which they will, you'll call me.

They usually end up calling me.

Always.

They always call.

[dramatic music]

[keyboards clacking]

[dramatic music continues]

I've profiled the board members.

Vargas is fucking wobbly.

She'll need to be bought off

or taped up in bubble wrap,

otherwise, she'll spill to
management or to the press. Or both.

All right, I changed my mind,

or I've come to another state
of mind, based on your work.

I applied the five-year,
50,000-foot test.

I looked at our decision from
above and from the future.

And?

No slow transition.

We can't let another day pass

with this company
buying conflict minerals.

The story will leak, as
you say, as it always does.

Then, even with
what we're planning,

the company will be
gutted by regulators

and the stock price with it.

So we break the story
immediately and halt all production.

And we use the
new clean tin source.

Even though it won't
start up and get to capacity

for six to seven months.

Long term this may be
the way to a big win, but...

[Prince] Yeah, I know.

The company will
take a catastrophic loss

for the next three
to four quarters.

Look, I don't expect you two to
take this bumpy ride with me...

so I'll buy Mase Carbon out
of its position in the company.

It's only fair.

Whoa.

There's the Mike Prince
I was warned about.

Did you stunt this entire thing?

Was that supply chain guy
just in a box at your office?

Look, I can see how
it looks like a move,

but I'm not making one.

Did you gin up a different
solution to this thing

to come out a winner while
we were sitting here working?

Is that what's behind
your sudden interest

in buying our shares?

I get why a life spent working by
Axe's side would make you ask.

But no, it's a genuine offer,

because you threw in with me.

The way my
company is structured,

I can afford to grind
it out for a while.

I know you're built differently.

But, heck, if you
don't trust me,

you can buy my position out.

That's a story that
doesn't hurt the company.

Or we can share.

You make the call.

I just want what's
best for the solar space.

[soft upbeat music]

I believe him.

Me too.

Don't buy us out.
We won't buy you out.

We'll ride together.
We'll stay in the company

and take the bumps and
bruises along with you.

It's the right thing to do,

and it will, eventually,
become profitable again.

Not many can play the long game.

I'm impressed.

[elevator bell dings]

Oh! Welcome.
Thank you for coming.

Um, Donna will show
you where to set up.

Blood drive!

Blood bank is here.

Stop in, get typed,
and donate, huh?

I have the material
from the Yale group.

Mm.

Hmm.

[clicks tongue]

- Nothing very chewy.
- [Sacker] No.

Not gonna get
Krakow out of office.

Nothing that'll stick.

So we have to...

If we can't take him out,

we have to make
him take himself out.

The old B3 bomber trick?

The last great Mamet. And yes.

That's exactly it.

"Uh, Secretary Krakow,
we cannot confirm

the investigation
into corruption,

nor your role in same."

Yeah. That'll work on him.

- [chuckles]
- Especially him.

He's in town for an
economic advisory panel

at the New York Fed.

Invite him over. ASAP.

[inhales]

What's behind the forced
audience in the outer borough?

Beyond the chance
to catch up, you mean?

- [chuckles]
- Uh, well,

I wanna tell you...

that I can't confirm
the investigation.

What investigation?

Uh, there is none. I'm sure.

[chuckles]

I mean, I am not saying

that they're looking into
those tax shelters of yours.

Of mine?

- Or those cap gains.
- Yeah, no, okay.

What I'm...

What I'm trying to say is...

I can't let on,

officially,

that it isn't.

Probably nothing.

Mm.

If we were to officially tell
you that there were a probe.

Oh, Christ, there's a probe.

He's a friendly.

If there were a probe,

it would be against
federal officials

using their positions
for illegal personal gain.

Good thing I
don't traffic in that.

No, of course.

But, shit...

Who have they gotten to?

What level?

Uh, we don't have names,

just cabinet-level, though.

Cabinet-level!

Trust no one.

And think about
how this will play.

If you're around
any of this conduct,

you need to stand up
for your integrity loudly

and condemn any illegal
moves by your colleagues,

so it's clear when
the tapes are heard.

[dramatic music]

I appreciate the warning.

[chuckles softly]

[keyboard clacking]

How many languages do you have?

Python, Java of course.

I can also do stuff in JSFuck.

And I used to dick around
with Malbolge, but just for fun.

No. Spoken languages.
Not programming.

Even though that's hot in a
different way at a different time

and when an entirely
different person is telling me.

- Just English.
- [Rian] Weirdest thing. This stuff...

I am suddenly remembering all
the Spanish I took in high school.

I'm banging through language
proficiency tests on here.

I think I will be officially
bilingual in like an hour.

I'm going to work in there.

For optimal focus.

That's impressive.
I'm impressed.

I already was impressed by you,

- and this'll...
- Yeah. I know.

I see how you stare.

I don't stare.

I look sometimes. Just look.

Look turns into a stare
after like 20 seconds.

Fifteen.

[speaks Spanish] Quince.

[chuckles]

You know, they say
you're truly bilingual

when you can dream
in the other language.

I can't wait to find out.

[chuckles]

[soft upbeat music]

Yeah, I think that'll
benefit the most people.

Absolutely. The
whole idea of easing

is to allow credit to
flow to those who...

Yes. That's why we
have to approve this.

Hey, can we pause the
note-taking for a second?

Jim, been meaning to
tell you I worked it out

for you to jump on the Mesa-Comm
board when your term is over.

[laughter]

[laughs]

[train rattling]

[man laughs]

[train rattling]

I won't have it!

I won't be party to it!

And I won't have it!

[Krakow] The backslapping.
The favor trading!

You're supposed to be
thinking about the citizenry.

Not your own pocketbook!

Oh, what the hell,
Secretary Krakow.

I don't even carry a pocketbook.

And you, Stan. Take this down.

I know who you
paid off for your seat,

and I know who you're
paying off for your next one.

And I'm not just
gonna sit here and...

I'm not going down with
the ship, Goddamn it!

You hear me?

Because there is
coronavirus on it,

and that shit spreads.

And what the fuck
happened to trust, huh?

I look around this table,
and I do not see friends.

Whoa, what the
fuck, Jesus, Krakow.

I won't be a part of
a criminal enterprise.

I will not be part of
a criminal enterprise!

I will not be a part of a
goddamn criminal enterprise!

Hey.

Hi.

A quick drink before we go?

Yeah. I'm gonna wash my hands.

[cell phone vibrates]

Where are you?

[Wendy] Tanner's.

Approved.

Approved.

Good. I wanna know whether
he's made any progress or not.

You should ask him.

Right. Do me a favor.

Take some pictures of what
he's got, then send them to me.

[scoffs] You know what?

I'm not doing that.

It's a bad ask,
and I'm not playing.

You're supposed
to help me harvest

the most out of my people,
as I have been all day.

[Axe] Their work product
is mine by extension.

Except he's not one of yours.

Not like the rest.
So... learn to wait.

Or, again, ask him yourself.

[dramatic music]

Goddamn it.

[dramatic music continues]

You good?

All good.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

How's it going? Get
everyone in the office yet?

Only about 16 people
have donated so far...

[sighs]

Hey! Let's go, everyone!

Blood drive today!

Roll up those sleeves
and get in there!

Let's show the blood bank
that the hearts of NYAG

are full of generosity!

Don't think you all are
exempt because you're new.

Get in there and give blood!

[funky music]

Blood drive! Ya bleed yet?

Oh, I already gave.

I give blood
regularly, actually.

You're a true mensch.

I like getting the
juice box at the end.

Sometimes it's orange,
sometimes it is apple.

They even give ya
a cookie sometimes

if you know to ask
for it. [chuckles]

- You know what never changes, though?
- What's that?

The amount of blood they draw.

470 milliliters is a
little less than a pint.

Your nurse in
there is taking 600.

Busted.

To borrow from the
Ray Charles songbook.

Why do you want
our blood, Chuck?

I didn't know if this fell
within our agreement,

but hell, everything should.

Uh...

My father.

If I don't find him a
living kidney donor,

he'll die before he reaches
the top of the waitlist.

If I can even get him on it.

And if someone here is a match?

How would that not be coercion,

not to mention a
HIPAA violation?

I will handle the
matter delicately.

And indirectly.

Hmm.

You ever heard of
James Davenport?

I don't believe so.

No. Enlighten me.

He was an itinerant minister

during the First
Great Awakening.

Known for giving fiery,
passionate sermons.

Developed quite a following.

One day, he was
preaching at a bonfire.

He worked himself into a frenzy.

He started denouncing
clothing as a symbol of vanity.

Took his own pants off
and threw them into the fire.

Totally broke the spell.

His congregants decided
he'd lost his mind and they left.

You've got a devoted
flock here, Chuck,

but you are getting pretty close

to throwing your
pants in the fire.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

[Rian speaking Spanish]

Where we at?

We are on the verge!

- Of?
- [Winston] Space and time.

Punching through the
envelope of pure profit.

Axe is about to execute a
huge move, multi-sector play.

Meteor minerals,
geo-politics, market makers.

He's actually using a
me-developed trading tool!

Already sold out of $3-plus
billion worth of crap to do it.

And, more importantly,
today he finally saw me!

He actually saw me!

I need you to translate
what he is saying.

Into Spanish?

English first, please.

Yeah, my head's
in another space.

I've been gauging the
situation on the ground.

Talking to local officials,
scientists, diplomats.

- On the ground in...
- Chile.

I'm fluent in Spanish now.

But no one could really grasp

the concepts I was
throwing at them.

I must be too far
ahead cognitively.

I have more than
a little Spanish.

Give me a sample
of what you said.

[speaks Spanish] Yo
quiero chilaquiles verdes

en la biblioteca despacito,

con un lado arroz.

Got it. Yep.

What's that Tom Cruise
says in A Few Good Men?

Yeah. Clear. Crystal.

[dramatic music]

This drug is warping
your judgment.

This isn't the Limitless
shit. It's the Scarface shit.

No, no, you're
missing the train.

Go see Victor, see if he has
anymore, and then climb aboard.

I could use another
supercomputer on the project.

I'm thinking we trade the
Asian markets all night long.

You've got to stop. And ditch.

My brilliant new analyst
thinks she's suddenly bilingual,

but she just made an elaborate
lunch order on the phone with Chile.

Of course.

What else would you say?

If it's not quant or
impact, you don't buy in.

And that's if your motives even
check out in the first fucking place.

I see.

I know you haven't been
completely sure about me,

but ask yourself if
you can trust me now,

because I'm telling you.

It's likely the
Socialists win in Chile.

So you lose your
government support

for the planetary
mining base there.

And if you don't let me put
your whole plan back in the box,

and cancel your meteor play
before the trigger gets pulled,

we're gonna take a
massive loss. Fatal.

Goddamn it... Why are
you messing with me?

You trying to sabotage
the bigger play?

Am I supposed to trust you? How?

Think about this.

You know financial loss

and market inefficiency
and just plain error

offend me more than almost
anything a human can do to me.

If you listen to me, and
I'm fucking you over,

you'll still have all that
capital you freed up.

And you'll still be miles
ahead of the competition.

So you can take more of that stuff
and come up with your next plan,

as well as kick my
ass out the door.

But if I'm telling you the
truth, and you go ahead,

you're gonna lose 3
billion fucking dollars.

[uneasy music]

And consider this. Success.

Let's say you're right
about this whole crazy plan.

You somehow pull it off

and harvest more gold,
platinum, tungsten, and cobalt

than the world has ever known...

it will all end up as
worthless as sand

because it will glut the market.

Scarcity is the only thing
that gives that stuff value,

and you will have
fundamentally destroyed that.

Fuck.

[suspenseful music]

Pull the plug. Do it.

[suspenseful music rises]

Shut 'em down! Shut
down your Bloombergs

and back away from your
keyboards immediately

before we make anymore
stupid fucking trades!

[door closes]

[sighs]

- All done, sir.
- Mm.

[nurse] Sorry to tell you, but
no one in the office is a match.

But thanks for your
donation to the blood drive.

It'll do a lot of good.

[Chuck] Great.

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[line ringing]

You see the thing?

The Krakow thing?
I just sent it to you.

- [indistinct shouting]
- [Krakow] I... I simply won't,

I can't, I'm not,

part of a criminal enterprise.

I expressed same, and
suddenly I'm bounced,

which is fine, great!

[Krakow] I'm done.

Back to what I do best,

making the ca-ching
machine go ca-ching.

The man detonated
a suicide vest.

Unless someone put him up to it.

Either way, he's out.
Fired by the White House.

His whole slate's
been spiked, including...

My national bank charter.

Goddamn it. Back
to square fucking one.

Get Victor on reviving this.

Give him all the
resources he needs.

Tell him to think broadly.

Use his Ivy League brain and
his Far Rockaway street smarts.

And get me Wendy.

Out. For the night.

Didn't come back
after her meetings.

Oh. No. Sure.

Important stuff.

Maybe we can move a
part of her agenda forward.

[elevator bell dings]

Who are you?

You must not watch Rachael Ray.

- No.
- You should.

You're Mary Giuliani.

Axe sent me.

I'm here to set up
for the viewing party.

There is no viewing party.

No, Tanner,

if Axe says
there is, there is...

[dramatic music]

The question is...

Will you be here for it?

[dramatic music continues]

Knew you'd call.

I just need your services to
get him past the medical workup.

I can find the kidney myself.

Okay, Chuck. It's your decision.

But you're still gonna
have to pay full price.

Sure thing.

I already have.

And this

is 38K for that
little girl, Pete.

I trust you to see she gets it

and keeps her full
complement of organs.

Sure thing.

Whatever you say, boss.

I gotta kill the deal
for her spleen?

- Yes.
- Okay.

You can start working your
magic with my father now.

[Chuck] Dad,
we're ready for you!

[indistinct conversations]

[jazz music]

Thanks, Mary.

Thanks, Axe.

Hey. DJ D-Sol.

So, come on, how about
selling me a piece of your bank?

I'm really sorry, but Marcus
isn't for sale at any price.

Really? Lasry, you wanna
talk some sense into him?

I wish I could, but he's
not changing his mind.

- Sorry.
- Sorry, Axe.

All right, guys.
Well, enjoy the show.

- Thanks for coming.
- Good to see you.

Thanks for having us.

- Have a good one.
- All right.

[indistinct conversations]

- C.C., what's up, man?
- How you doing, Axe?

- Glad you're here.
- Thanks. Thanks for having me.

- I like what I see.
- Yeah, it's good, huh?

Check this out. Weird shit.

I think you'll like it.

You enjoying yourself?

Oh, yes, very much.

But you were right.

Pictures on a phone would
not have done these justice.

And yet somehow it feels
like, uh, a party for one.

Well, your artist seems to be
handling the situation very well.

Well, he's making the
best of it because he has to.

And because he's a professional.

Oh. He is the
real deal, isn't he?

You should try the
canapés. They're delicious.

[indistinct conversations]

[upbeat music]

I love the composition,
the world of this painting.

You seem like you're holding up.

You know, maybe Axe is right.

He owns it all.

He's keeping me fresh.

He's trying to push
me to go further.

- That's generous.
- Yeah.

Tanner, these
pieces are stunning,

even in their raw form.

Well, thank you.

How impasto will you go?

I studied art history
back in college.

[inhales deeply]

My husband...

Ex-husband... has a fund.

- I did very well in the divorce.
- Mm.

I'm a bit of a collector.

I can see that. Yeah.

Which one of the
pieces inspires you?

[chuckles]

I love this one.

And why is that?

It's about growth,

the tenacity of life.

The universality of biology.

The birth-death cycle.

Your work is so understated.

It invites you to
stop and look again.

Or else you might
miss the significance.

[clicks tongue] I'm not
sure subjecting the artist

to some dime-store
interpretation is the way to...

Sometimes.

But sometimes you
find someone who...

who has an eye, who gets it.

What else do you see?

[inhales deeply]

I see passion.

[speaking indistinctly]

[pensive music]

Absolutely incorruptible.

Unless you're a socialite
with a nine-figure bank account

with a sweet tooth
for abstract art.

[upbeat music]

That went about as expected.

The admixture of
art and commerce,

almost as intoxicating
as whiskey and water.

And almost twice as
likely to cause bar fights.

[door opens]

What could be solved
has been solved.

Which is most of it.

There will be cap-gains
exposure from the sell-offs.

We'll manage
that by rolling back

into new, more
earthbound, positions.

Thank you for the
sanity and competence.

A non-intoxicating yet
utterly essential pairing.

And hardly any bar fights.

I have had one, you know.

Bar fight?

It was just after seeing
Y Tu Mamá También.

In a theater. I
was all hopped up,

and some kid, Willard Broxton,

from my high school
went into his usual routine,

ripping into me. And I
just decided, not today.

Did you throw the first punch?

The only punch, yes.

And swore never again
to give in to that emotion.

I also haven't watched
that movie again

for fear of what
it might provoke.

Like Axe and Magnum Force!

Yeah.

But tell me.

You don't usually traffic in
tales of pugilism and cinema.

Something you wanna say?

There is. Yes.

You will see a loss from Mase
Carbon on the books today.

It will grow.

[sniffs] Those
are fighting words.

Was it because you had
to look after our shop?

No. I can't blame
Vigilantrix for this.

And the loss isn't
a one-time thing.

We are going to
carry it for a while.

Prince and I put
our heads together

- on the impact scandal...
- Prince?

Wendy and I made a
calculated risk to work with him

because there was
real long-term upside.

You mis-fucking-calculated.
What happened?

Prince convinced me
to take the short-term hit

in order to rebuild
Shine-Lucence publicly

and preserve the pristine
reputation of Mase Carbon,

actually, that's not
strictly what happened.

- I volunteered.
- No, you didn't.

Even if you think you did.

Yeah, and if you did,

it's 'cause he wanted you to.

- Tell it.
- That's not how it happened.

I think maybe the
half-life of that Vigilantrix

- is making you angsty.
- Nope.

Born this way.

Stoked it. Intentionally.

- I preserve it.
- I know.

But Prince...

He almost ate the
entire loss himself,

to buy me out of the company.

But then I saw the sagacity
in his plan, and I insisted...

Textbook fucking manipulation.

He played you. And
me by extension.

He duped you
into taking that loss.

And now that's on
my fucking sheet.

I bet he'd already
pared his position

before all this going public
with the story bullshit started.

Sounds to me like an act of war.

Sounds that way
because it is that way.

Mm. You know what?

That fucker made me
believe he was laying down.

[feigned chuckle]
No, of course not.

The ol' sneak
attack from behind.

Is there anything I can say
to get you to see it differently?

There is not.

[door opens]

- Wags.
- [door closes]

You ready to become a
wartime consiglieri once again?

Pop had Genco. You have me.

You know why they called
it going to the mattresses

when mob families went to war?

It's mentioned in 1
but never explained.

General idea.

It's because you had to
move out of your home

and hole up someplace
where no one could find you,

with all your men.

But you had to do it quick

so that you'd get the
jump on the rival family

before they got the jump on you.

So you had places
stashed around the city,

with the mattresses
on the floor.

And that is where you
would make your stand

until you nailed the
boss of the rival family.

And once you got him

and all his soldiers
fell into line,

that's when you'd go
home to your comfy bed

and your wife and kids.

And that's what
we're about to do?

We sure are.

Get me Bach.

Get me Hall.

Get me anyone who
can help us find out

what is near and dear to
Michael Thomas Aquinas Prince.

Because when I find
out what matters to him,

I am going to
fucking destroy it.

And him right along with it.

♪ Shit outta luck ♪

♪ Hardwired to self-destruct ♪

♪ Go ♪

♪ On the way to paranoia ♪

♪ On the crooked borderline ♪

♪ On the way to
great destroyer ♪

♪ Doom design ♪

♪ We're so fucked ♪

♪ Shit outta luck ♪

♪ Hardwired to self-destruct ♪

♪ Ow ♪