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[Krakow] Previously
on Billions...

I really need you
to come through for me now.

Cuz 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.

Like a law school clinic.

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.

I want to 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] 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.

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.

[Axe] Maybe I'll bring someone,
too...

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

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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?

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 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:

[Tanner] "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.

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You know what?

All this talk of art
makes me want to see the work.

I'll stop by tomorrow.

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

No, huh?

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Alright.
Well, you let me know.

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♪ 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.

[Sacker] Your task is
to build legal cases

[Sacker] and arguments
against him.

Let's find his lost tapes,

his stained blue dress,
his perfect call.

Let's get to work!

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-[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

[Dollar Bill] 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 going to 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.

[Ben Kim] 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.

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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 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?

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.

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[indistinct conversations]

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♪ electronic music playing ♪

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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]
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

[chairman of the board]
sourcing that tin

[chairman of the board] from
safely and humanely run

mines in Australia,
but we just became aware

[chairman of the board] that
a middleman has been

[chairman of the board] selling
suspect tin

[chairman of the board] 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.

[chairman of the board] We'll be
looking to you all

[chairman of the board] 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

"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 ♪

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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.

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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.

♪♪♪

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 got to 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 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.

♪ up-tempo music ♪

[exhales sharply]

Fine. But I'm gonna
need some water.

♪♪♪

[knock 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, want to 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.

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 any more--

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.

And we have a conference room
you can work in

[Scooter] before we have to
call the board back.

♪♪♪

Okay.

We're on it.

[breathes deeply]

[Chuck] Thanks for
coming down, Pete.

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

[Decker] and avoid the subpoena
sure to follow.

Wise choice.

Now 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--

Let's not.

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

And [chuckles]
I wouldn't need you.

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

[Decker] to where he can
get on that list.

Uh-huh.

But it's a long wait.
Years--

Yeah.
Up to five years.

And that is a death sentence
for him.

Which brings us to part two:

If I can't
move him up the list,

once you get him on it,

I need you to
locate me a donor.

Shit. Okay.

Murky waters.

[clears throat]
But I have a guy.

He's a-a "doctor"--

[Chuck] An MD?

Does he still
have an MD?

Did Hippocrates
have one?

You want to 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,

[Decker] 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.

$5,000, 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.

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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 cellphone

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

Space-X, Blue Origin,
Virgin Galactic--

and all their
feeder tech.

Lots of opportunity 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.

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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 affect
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.

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?

Cuz 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

[Swerdlow] 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.

[Decker] 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]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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.

Alright,
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...

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.

♪♪♪

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.

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.

Nothing very chewy...

No. Not going to 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.

"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.

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

Beyond the chance to catch up,
you mean?

[chuckles]
Uh, well,

I want to tell you

that I can't confirm
the investigation.

What investigation?

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?

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.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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.

♪ up-tempo music ♪

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.

15. 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]

♪♪♪

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]

[rattling continues]

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 pocket book!

Oh, what the hell,
Secretary Krakow.

I don't even carry
a pocket book.

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, God damn 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.

Quick drink
before we go?

Yeah.
I'm gonna wash my hands.

[cellphone vibrates]

Where are you?

[Wendy] Tanner's.

Approved...

Approved...

Good. I want to 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 ♪

God damn it--

♪♪♪

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]

♪♪♪

[Rian speaking Spanish]

Where we at?

We are on the verge!

Of?
[Winston] Space and time.

[Winston] 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.

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
any more, 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 going to take
a massive loss. Fatal.

God damn 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...

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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.

♪♪♪

Pull the plug. Do it.

♪♪♪

Shut 'em down!
Shut down your Bloombergs

and back away from
your keyboards immediately

before we make any more stupid
fucking trades!

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[line ringing]

You see the thing?

The Krakow thing?
I just sent it to you.

[indistinct shouting]

I simply won't, I can't,
I'm not,

part of a criminal enterprise.

I expressed same,
and suddenly I'm bounced,

[Krakow] 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.

God damn 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?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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 want to talk
some sense into him?

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

Sorry.
Sorry, Axe.

Alright, guys.
Well, enjoy the show.

Thanks for coming.
Good to see you.

Thanks for having us.
Have a good one.

Alright.

[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
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]

♪ up-tempo 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.

♪♪♪

My husband--ex-husband--
has a fund.

I did very well
in the divorce.

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.

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?

♪♪♪

I see passion.

[speaking indistinctly]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Absolutely
incorruptible.

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

with a sweet tooth
for abstract art.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

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.

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 want to 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--

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.

Wags.

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 ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪