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[Wendy]
Previously on Billions.

Are you here to tell me
that you found me a donor?

[Wendy] He's gonna die
unless he gets a kidney.

-So I thought I--
-[Axe] You should've come to me.

[Taylor] If you work with me,

I need your blood
because that is what I give.

You want to own me.

And that's not cool.

[Axe] The mythical
incorruptible artist,

impervious to temptation.

[Wendy] When we met, you acted
like money is like chains.

It's just that now that
I have a little bit of it...

it's startin'
to feel like freedom.

My favorite artist
isn't getting paid enough.

What do you got in mind?

The freezer section.

Michael Prince is ready

to be confirmed
Ambassador Extraordinary

and Plenipotentiary to Denmark.

You're in a battle
with Bobby Axelrod.

Help me to help you beat him.

You can look as long and hard
as you want at my life,

past or present.

He's got a secret.

Fucking find it.

It's been brutal, really,

to watch the world
celebrate this man

and know the truth about
what he did to my son.

Found some neighborhood
folks that got fleeced

by a payday lender.

Company's called Plaintif-Full.

[Chuck] I am in the mood
to take someone down.

[Victor] He went for the lure.

And he got hooked.

Fuck yeah!

Why would Axe care
about buying up

a marginal shitbag operation?

The way they got away
with a bunch of their

unethical lending
is doing it in-house.

They have a bank charter.

We just delivered Axe his bank.

[Chuck] This one?

Keep scrolling.

We can do this
a month from now.

No, no.
Time is stalking me down.

-It's inexorable.
-No, Dad.

None of that.
You're gonna outlast--

Now listen, you keep your
goddamn emotional lid on

during the service.

I'm everything to you,
your whole world.

I know this.

And I gotta make
this clear to you now,

or you'll get
the waterworks going

like Iguazu Falls.

No, sir. No,
I will comport myself

as you have taught me...

with dry eyes

and an ass clenched tighter than

Steve Reeves
on a busman's holiday.

Oh! [chuckles]

That's something.

Are you burying me,
or parading me through

the streets with
the Hibernians?

You may be
demonstrating a failure

to show appreciation of what
I'm goin' through here.

I have lie in it.

I think that's
appreciation enough.

Pesci? The Irishman ?

No? I was just
looking for a moment

of levity in the darkness.

Now, I don't need that

or Martin fucking Scorsese

to explain the process of aging

and physical destruction to me.

Especially not
at four hours running time...

when lack of time

is the immediate
problem I'm facing.

You have got things
in your life

worth stayin' around for, Dad.

Roxanne, the baby, my kids.

Me.

Let's quit
the optimistic bullshit.

I've got a couple of
rock-hard peach pits

for kidneys.

We're buyin' a casket here.

[sighs] I am.

As in I'm paying.

Wouldn't give you
the satisfaction.

Well, my credit card's already
on file at Frank E. Campbell.

And I told them
I'd be the one around

to bother them if they
fucked with me on this.

I guess it is
what it is, huh?

Yeah.

What you have in front of you...

is a perfect
expression of pizza.

[sniffs]

Ingredients locally sourced
in Italy, flash frozen there.

When it comes out of the oven,

it's as good as anything
at the restaurant.

So you say.

I'll be the judge, yeah?

[chews]

[laughs]

Holy shit. Kid,

you did it.

He did it.

I just wrote the checks.

[chuckles]

[unintelligible muttering]

You had me worried. We got
a 100,000 of these things

on a container ship
headed for our shores.

Congratulations.

-Is Bobby taking care of you?
-Yeah.

Of course I am. We got
private equity circling already.

And once we choose
who gets to take these

fine gentlemen to the prom,

Anthony will be liquid.

Yes, he will.

To Genio Della Pizza.

The next global food brand.

One week to launch.

-Cent'anni.
-Cent'anni.

[speaking in Danish]

[exhales]

They'll never
find anyone better,

more committed.

But you're not fighting back.

I'm in the wrong.

Who cares?

It's time to rise up and--

My hawk-like instincts
are telling me

to leave it there for now.

Savvy read.

[slaps knees]

[exhales]

-[indistinct street chatter]
-[traffic sounds]

-[whispering] It's Jay-Z.
-Hmm.

Distance yourself.

You and I can do more good
by letting The Mike fold

and then raising something new
from the ashes.

We're good at that.

Yeah, Shawn. You too.

Get me to see Taleb.

Gotta make sure this thing's
a real black swan event.

High priest.

There's no profit at
the end of this call sheet.

No money to be made.

My one job is
to help you do your job.

-And right now--
-I have three cell numbers

for this guy.

Can I talk to you
like you talk to me?

I'm gonna talk to you
like you talk to me.

This is to what?
Refocus my lens?

That it is.

We got a bank charter
24 hours ago,

and instead of setting up
a boardroom

and printing stationery,
I'm searching

"hashtag The Mike."

You've been giving away
majority ownership

in this pizza company.

What I'm really searching
for is a pattern in the madness.

But all I'm seein'
is the madness.

Hmm. The reason
I can talk like that--

Well, there are myriad reasons,

none of which you'd understand.

As you don't understand
why my moves right now

are the very acme of sanity.

Thank you for
your thoughts and prayers.

Now do my bidding.

And get me Taleb. Let's go.

[Prince] No, no,
I-- I understand.

But I still think
I'm the best choice

to lead "Shake the Quake."

Of course. Uh....

Well, let's find you
a new public face.

I'd be happy to make some calls.

Goodbye.

Where are we on The Mike?

-Cancellations are piling up.
-[closes laptop]

Principals are willing
to send their juniors,

some VPs from the big firms.

A second-tier even
might as well not exist.

Cancel it.

It's your legacy.

The Mike is bigger--

Cancel... the darned...

event.

[tosses phone]

The Mike is toast.

Charities are abandoning him.

Let's ratchet up
to personal life.

I have to go with
this one more time.

I am here for
whatever you need.

[scoffs] And I'm always up

for a bloody vanquishing.

But Prince is done.
He's bled out.

And you're calling in
favors for what?

So you can fuck
a dead guy's skull?

Michael Douglas only
talked about it in The Bible.

He didn't do it.

Besides, skullfuckery
is not even fun to watch.

Okay. That part is a lie.

He's not dead till
I say he's dead.

[paint splattering]

Did you work all night?

Yeah.

I'm headed into the office.

What do you think?

It's intense.

Yeah, but is it....

You know...[sighs]

Finished?

What do you think?

They used to talk to me.

Refuse the paint
when I was done.

And now?

There's a lot of other noise.

I know.

Penthouse walls

"echo with the sound
of salesmen."

That guy was an artist, right?

-Neil Peart.
-Yeah. You are, too.

You have to remind yourself
why you're painting it.

You know, there's a
piece of land in Vermont

that I could buy.

Beautiful spread.
It's got trees, and a lake.

Vermont's nice, but you
can't let that be your reason.

Oh, there are worse ones.

You know that collector Lisa?

I mean, she buys one painting
that's a down payment.

[cellphone vibrating]

Hello?

Yeah, hold on one second.

Uh, this is the, uh,

collector that I had dinner
with the other night.

-I want to take this.
-Okay.

My man, you found me.

Yeah, you got
a long reach, player.

I know it.

Yeah. [chuckles]

[Chuck] Mr. Moody,
the power we wield

as attorneys general

is akin to a V-12 engine
in an Italian sports car.

You can drive the speed limit
most of the time,

but once in a while, you gotta
take that power out and gun it.

And who would you like me
to run down on the Autobahn?

Go to court
and get an injunction

blocking Bobby Axelrod's
acquisition of Plaintif-Full

and the bank charter inside.

That individual
is not fit to own a bank.

It's a Delaware corporation.

So, you're the man to talk to.

[Chuck] The man with his hand on
the switch of Ol' Sparky,

who can send this deal
to Valhalla.

Well, do I have a race car

or an electric chair
at my disposal?

Both.

It would have been
real good of you

to ask 24 hours ago,

before you took a wrecking ball
to Plaintif-Full.

All without a call to me,
by the way.

In too much of a hurry
to hand-deliver Axe a bank,

I guess.

You started this thing.

And you did it without
seeing the consequences.

Now you want me to fix it?

I'm asking you to take down
a larger threat.

My mistake doesn't have
to snowball into our mistake.

There's no
legal basis for this...

No. It would be a favor.

Which we tend to repay.

No, not tend to.

Always will, and always have.

Favors are not asked lightly
and will not be ignored.

You think this
is the state that

Pierre Samuel
du Pont de Nemours built,

with the cousin marrying
and the wrestler murdering

and all that French
aristocracy nonsense?

The glass shards
on top of the wall,

keep the lesser family out?

No.

This is the state
that was built on corporations

getting what they need,

which is freedom from
the yoke of tax burden.

I don't believe
corporations are people.

They're better than people,
because they don't fuck up

when they get
so obsessed with one thing

they can't see reality.

[sighing] So no,

I'm not gonna participate
in your agenda,

while mine is part
of a bigger economy.

-[slaps armrests]
-[sighs]

But do consider
shopping for some

tax-free, high-end electronics
before you go.

[scoffs]

I was in my Tiara 4300,

throttle open, shakin'
on the chop so hard,

my dick chafed.
[chuckles]

And suddenly I realized

I was the menace.

I wasn't in the world,

I was hurting it.

And that was
my moment of clarity.

I didn't want to be that guy.
And I called you.

I remember.

Hmm. And you got me here.

[scoffs]

Made me the man I wanted to be.

Made me money doin' it.
And that's not nothin'.

We shared values.

We still share values.

[sighing] I don't know.

I know what's in your head,

and it's ancient history.

What I did to David showed
a lack of morality on my part,

and I have to live with it.

It's a heck of a heavy load.

Yeah. It's yours to carry.

It is.

But who do you
want in your corner?

Someone who's never
put money before humanity?

Or do you want someone
who knows the cost

of putting humanity aside,
and how it'll break you?

Without my past,

how would I have known

how to lead you from
that gas guzzling,

ear shattering,
overcompensating Tiara

to a sailboat

and to the present moment?

[scoffs, sighs]

Perfect people don't exist.

But flawed people...

who have taken a walk through
their own wounded psyche,

reforged themselves

and come out stronger?

We're the great hope
for the species.

I still think I have
to pull my money.

Fair enough.
More than fair.

Get up. Let me walk you out.

Yeah.

It's your money.

You can take it right now,

and you could
walk out this door.

Leave while I'm down.

Tell yourself and everyone

you did it because
you're Matt Allen

and you don't
consort with my kind.

Because you, Matt Allen,

will not be associated
with someone

who could do something
like this.

But power is atomic.

And eventually, this moment,

this moment where one electron

is slightly out of whack,
will end,

the world will
right itself again.

I'll be on top again.

And the curious thing

is that I will have
forgotten your name.

I don't believe in enemies.
It's not that I don't have them,

it's that when
you become my enemy,

my next move,

my only move,

is to continue to rise.

While you will eddy.

Sink.

Not by my hand

but by your lack
of connection to me.

So walk out with your money.

It's yours.

But you won't be done with me.

As the song goes:

"On every wall in place

my fearsome name
will be heard.

I'm the atomic punk."

I will remain so.

And you, Matt,

will simply evaporate.

[sighs]

You know what? I-- I think...

Mike, sure,

I'll stay. For now.

Give it a quarter or two,
see how this shakes out.

Good call.

I'm not doing that again.

The save or the beat down?

Because it was gorgeous.

Big Cat Ernie Ladd level.

How do you even
know who that is?

You don't watch wrestling.

I'd have said like,
Fafner clubbing Fasol

to death in Das Rheingold,
but I need you in the gutter,

not the heavens.

How do you even come up with it?

I just start talking
and magic comes out.

Same with what
I just saw you do.

That was a
Michael Thomas Aquinas Prince

who I can help.

That was the M-Tap
I've been waiting for.

I feel dirty.

This shirt feels dirty.
I want to change.

This isn't who I am.

What I built.

You did build it.

And now you have to defend it.

That's who we have
to be right now.

You got hurt, we hurt back.

You need to make Axe suffer.

How?

I figured out what
the devil cares about.

Pizza.

First he overspent
on a joint in Yonkers.

But now he's invested
in a new company

that's getting buzzy.

But the deal is way too
favorable for his partners.

And?

Axe giving favorable terms?

That means it matters to him.

So, now we take it away.

Painfully.

I see the appeal.
I really do.

But this isn't the path for me.

So, you exorcise your
demons however you want.

I need to face mine.

[exhales] Okay, I gave you the
entire trip back from Delaware

and the car ride from
Penn Station to get over it.

And now I need to know:
what is the plan,

or the next move in the plan,

or the next step in
the move of the plan?

Well, there is no plan.
[slaps thigh]

Despite your enthusiasm,
there's no move.

No, Moody is right.

I made this shit soup,
and now I have to sip it.

Fine. You want
to act existential,

does not mean that I have to.

No act.
No, this right here,

is what my alienist
would call Anhedonia.

The kind of paralysis
that can only come

when every move you make hurts.

Wendy's gone.

Her successor, also gone.

Meanwhile, my enemies thrive.

If we can pause with
the Freudian analysis--

Ribot came up with the concept.

Freud got all the glory.

So the least we can do
is give ol' Theodule

-his credit where it's due.
-Okay,

back from Europe
to here in NYC.

What if we pull the charter
and get someone from the FDIC

or OCC to review it
for minor infractions?

They're not gonna block
this over a punctuation error.

And Axe can resubmit
a clean charter if they do.

-We could...
-Stop.

I can't.
And neither should you.

We could threaten
the board of the bank

with investigations
into personal misdeeds.

Send them running.

And give Axe a chance
to form a board

even more amenable
to his goals?

No.

Okay, so...

let's figure out
what Moody really wants.

I'm done.

You're done. Go home.

Stock up on canned goods
for the coming plague.

It all fucking blows.

This is about your father.
All of this.

The dulled eyes,
the defeated attitude,

the backstroking through
French psychology.

But the fight must go on, Chuck.

You have to go on.

It's what he'd expect.

So you say.

So they say. So it is said.

And so it is written.

Doesn't mean it's true.

-[crickets chirping]
-[dogs barking]

-Thank you for seeing me.
-[glasses clinks]

If you're here about the NDA,
I know I broke it.

I don't care.

This isn't like before
when I had no one on my side.

I've got people helping me now.

So whatever threat or lawsuit

or blackmail you think
you might have over me,

you can forget it.

I don't go looking for fights.

Can't say the same
for Bobby Axelrod.

He's bankrolling
your legal defense.

He's making sure
that I don't go broke

for telling the truth.

But you don't know the truth.

Not the whole thing, at least.

You only know
what happened after.

And now so does
everyone else.

Do you want to know
about that night?

With David?

[swallows]

After I showed him
the plane ticket

and the cashier's check,
we went out for pancakes.

I-- I don't know why pancakes,
it's what he wanted.

Uh, maybe it was to sober up.

Or maybe it was
all he could think of.

Or maybe it was
all he could eat

because of all
the drugs and the booze.

We talked about the trip
we were taking to Rio,

the girls we would meet there,

about the company
we would start next.

David wanted to replace
modems and routers

with something more secure.

It was brilliant, his idea,

but scattered, and I really wish
I could remember it.

Because I bet it
would change the world.

But I can't.

Because that whole time
eating pancakes,

the only thing
I could think of was

how I had to get
him on that plane.

[chuckles softly]

He was so happy
in that moment...

and funny.

You know how he could
get a joke going,

and keep it going
way longer than anybody else.

Well, he was going and going.

And all I had was the cold,

hollow excitement of knowing
that I was stealing from him.

I told myself that it was
because he wouldn't be able

to handle the new situation

or that he'd blow our deal.

That it'd be too much for him.

But deep down, I knew.

I still know.

I wanted it all for myself.

You shouldn't have come.

Please. I-- I understand that
I can't get your forgiveness.

Because what I did
was unforgivable.

But if there's...

anything that I can do for you,

anything at all,

that will heal
this thing between us.

Or maybe just make us
both feel better.

Because I'm tired of hurting.

Aren't you?

Yeah, I am.

But the funny thing is,

it's decades later,

and sometimes I can't
picture David's face

without looking at a photograph.

You know, it's been so long.

But the same thing
keeps happening.

People want me to tell them
how to make them feel better.

You want me to do
your work for you,

but I'm not going to.

I've worked hard enough
to get through this.

So, if you're looking
for absolution,

you're gonna have
to find it on your own.

I want a path back to goodness.

A way to be a force
for good again.

Yeah, I know you do, Michael.

[scoffs] You do?

Yeah.

But I can't be the subject
of that, or the object,

or the road map.

I mean, I can point you
in the right direction.

Stop ruining good people

because you think
you're better than them.

You're not better than anyone.

You blanked me
this afternoon.

Oh, you really had me running

for those Philadelphias,
though.

[chuckles]

Almost took the second game.

No, you're just being kind.

But there is another
kindness you can do me.

What do you need?

Write my father's eulogy for me.

Last time I wrote you a speech,
you basically tore it up on TV.

[chuckles]

I'll give it.

I believe I can
do that much,

get through the thing.
But, uh...

no, I can't bare the writing.

These are my notes.

Such as they are,
the pertinent details.

Whoa, Chuck.

Let me just absorb
this for a minute.

No, yeah, sure,
of course, natch.

Do what you gotta.

Chew it over
with your burnt ends.

I mean, the whole
thing is ironic too,

because of this persistent
fantasy I used to have.

About?

Me, as a younger man,

standing tall at his funeral.

Strong arm around
my grieving mother,

all of New York in attendance

as I delivered a profound
and stirring eulogy.

[chuckles]

But in my fantasy, see,

my father was also
somehow alive...

-Hmm.
-...and witnessed the speech

with all the pride and approval

you can imagine.

Strange as it is,
it somehow makes sense.

Yeah. Stopped having it
when I became US attorney.

Well, reaching that height,
that achievement,

puts you beyond the
need for his approval.

Maybe.

Now, though, I've got this
persistent sense of guilt,

as if my reverie somehow...

caused his current condition.

You'll feel worse
if you don't write it yourself.

[indistinct office chatter]

So, you spilled
your pint of blood. Great.

Nothing wrong with
appeasing the old gods.

I need a list of
all the companies

whose reputation
and balance sheet

are being hurt
by their association

with my name.

All the good people
who don't deserve

to be collateral damage
to my mistakes.

So you can...

Free them. Sell them off.

It went that badly
with the mother?

She butchered me,
like one of those buffaloes

at the end of Apocalypse Now.

We can't take
a billion dollar plus loss

so you can assuage
your guilt over something

you can't go back and change.

Right now, this company
is the house built on

a Native American burial ground.

It doesn't matter
how good the house is.

We have to start from scratch.

Um, shark in the water,
shark in the water.

Meaning?

There's a selloff happening.

So I was trying to
make it sound exciting.

See? And it's all in
the same sector.

It's not a sector.
It's a person. Mike Prince.

We should be buying this.
All of it.

We'd own big swaths of
the green energy market;

-more than that.
-How much to buy it all?

More than we have on hand.

I mean, I think
more than we have.

So how do we get it?

Shit. Right.

You have to ask Axe.

Like an advance
on your allowance.

It's outside our guidance.

I mean, it sucks
to have to ask.

But it will suck
a fuck of a lot less

when we own
all of Prince's stuff.

Which is exactly how
I'm going to sell this to Axe.

Buying Prince's companies
feeds into his need

to destroy Mike Prince.

Go feed the need.

Thank you. I think I will.

Hey, I need to
ask you something.

Oh, yeah. Hold on a sec.

[indistinct office chatter]

Trying to connect with Axe.

I'm on with him now.

You seeing it?

Mike Prince spiraling out,
hemorrhaging money?

It's quaint.
And also very satisfying.

Beyond satisfying,
it gives us an advantage.

He's driving down the cost
by flooding the market.

He's selling just to sell,
which means we can buy it all.

-I just need the leverage.
-That's a splashy move

and publicly
humiliating for him.

Yeah...

No. I am not helping Prince
cleanse his conscience.

We'll never get
this chance again.

I know.

Which is why I'm thinking
I'd rather that you

dump everything you have
that coincides with him.

Actually, dump everything
that you have

that shares even
the tiniest overlap

of Venn diagram with
Mike Prince and his ideology.

What?

Well, like you said,

he's driving the price down.

Now I want you to make
those companies worthless.

Unproductive.
This is insane.

What? Kicking Prince
when he's down?

I'd say nothing
could be saner.

-Bobby.
-This isn't profitable.

You're going to ruin industries

to prove a point
you've already proven.

Plus, the Mase Carbon
balance sheet will take a hit,

which will drive down the value
of the associated companies.

Our P and L will
look like a mine shaft.

You know Taylor's right.
I can see it in your eyes.

[sighs]

Okay.

No, you're right. He's done.

So Mase Carb can
buy up Prince's positions?

Yes. I'll give you the leverage
outside the guidance.

Thank you. I'll let you know

how much
we're able to scoop up.

[door closes]

So that's how
my resident genius is doing.

How's our painter doing?

Fine.

Fine, like I'll be
seeing paintings

for the big empty walls
I have waiting for them?

What did you like about
his work when you saw it?

[inhales]

Well, the power,
the strength.

Not many out there
who can make art

that feels like it's breathing.

Wait a minute.
Why are you asking?

Should I be worried?

I don't know.

He's off.

No, no, that--
that's too strong. He's...

He's painting
for other people.

He's got collectors
and commissions in his head.

And that real estate
is only for you?

You know, he's actually
got real estate there, too.

For what it's worth,

Tanner was always
supposed to be this.

Successful, sought after.

And he's lucky to have you
to keep his head in the game.

I'm glad for you.

Thank you.

But, I could, you know,
if you wanted me to,

take some pressure off, uh,

give him some room to think.

Maybe call Lisa,
give her two of mine

and then take
my other two later.

Oh, it would be fucking with
another man's cash flow but,

you know, if that's
what you think he needs.

But the most important thing is
he gets back on track, right?

Right.

So I'll make the call?

Maybe just leave it.

Sure.

I'm just trying to help.

I know.

-[elevator bell dings]
-[indistinct office chatter]

We got a problem.

We got a problem.

The pizza freighter broke down
in the Atlantic.

We're gonna miss
our delivery window.

-Shit.
-Bad luck,

you know,
something like that.

We need to call the distributor,

the product guy,
and let them know

we're gonna be late.

We show up late,

we're gonna miss
our launch with goPuff.

They're gonna blow
this 'za out.

We won't get that momentum back
for a year, maybe ever.

There's no such thing
as bad fucking luck,

not when money's involved.

Where exactly is
this freighter?

Okay, this is a satellite
snapshot of every ship at sea,

updated every 20 minutes.

So where the fuck
are our pizzas?

Forty-four degrees,
32 minutes, 23.8 seconds North

by 25 degrees, seven minutes,
51.6 seconds West.

North Atlantic Ocean.

The ship carrying your pizzas

broke down two hours ago.

So now what?
They rot at sea?

Maybe we could find someone
to fix the ship.

Why did you say
"broke down" like that?

Because something is off.

A dead ship,
one without power,

will drop anchor
and put out a distress signal.

Even if the ship drifted
onto the anchor line,

it would have drifted East
along the wave path,

and your boat has moved North.

Somebody is fucking
around with your boat.

[cell phone vibrating]

Check your IB.

[mouse clicking]

Shit, Axe, really?

You're an executing trader.

You got a problem executing?

No, Axe.

But I have a problem trading
these particular names

without Taylor.

I hired you.

You quit.

I hired you back.

Let you walk back in here

despite your lack of loyalty.

Because I knew,
one day there would be

a moment of truth, a reckoning.

What I would see if
you were still the kid

that I pulled out of Aurora,
sat in front of a bank

of screens and gave
the secrets of the world.

And enough money
to move your mom

out of a trailer into a house.

This is that reckoning.

Fuck.

[sighs]

[thunder rumbles]

You proud of putting good
companies out of business?

-I'm sorry. I'm not sure--
-Is this what you wanted?

To destroy the progress
we both made?

To set impact investing back?

Every company you sold off today
will likely fold,

and that market share will
go right back to the polluters,

the child labor employers,

the people we committed
to taking down.

Are you proud?

Jesus.

You didn't know.

He did it without telling you.

Well, I guess we
all know just how much

that shingle of yours is worth.

Are you okay?

No.

What happened?

Axe.

Are you kidding me?

So what, you were just following
orders and that makes it okay?

It does not make it okay.

Explain yourself, Mafee.

Axe. That's it.

That's the explanation.

What the fuck did
we think would happen

when we walked back in here?

The fallout from this
is cataclysmic.

[Winston] You're damn right.

This completely
messes up our bonuses.

[Rian] Not what I meant.

Well, it's what I meant.

Enough. I will fix this.

Not as long as we're
still reporting to--

Not now, Rian.

I spent my whole life
building something additive.

-Not your whole life.
-Um-hmm.

Some would argue
that by virtue

of just how much money you have,

you have by definition
done much wrong.

So because I'm so rich,
I'm inherently guilty?

It's what I built a good
chunk of my career on.

Probably what drove me
to that career.

But I do believe you just
said it better than I did.

Wealth is always going to exist.

Power along with it.

People are so
consumed with the idea

that money buys freedom
that they can't demand

better of the powerful...

or themselves.

As soon as they gain
some power of their own,

they forget about better
and just want to be rich.

So the powerful have
to demand it of ourselves.

That's what I was trying to do.

I can't save the world,

but I was gonna leave it
a lot better than I found it.

And now I'm sucked into
chaos by Bobby Axelrod.

I can't arrest him
because he's screwing

with your savior complex.

Would that I could.

Bobby Axelrod has to be
wiped off the face of the Earth.

You're right.

So do you want my help?

No.

-Hold on.
-You came to me--

He came to me and said
he needed my help.

Now I'm ready.

I came to you when I needed you.

And the getting was good.

But you thought
you were above me.

And, now, Axe got a bank.

Fuck, I gave him a bank.

Me and her.

And now that he's
coming for you, [scoffs]

you want me to what?
Get hit with more shrapnel

so you can campaign for a Nobel?

No. Fuck no.

Every time I move,

I make his life better
and mine worse.

I even tried my luck
with the Delaware AG

only to be rolled into
the street like a bum.

So I've come to a halt.

No, I can't lose
any more of myself to this.

You go figure it out.

I'm offering titanic resources.

Then what do you need us for?

"That cupcake makes a mess,
we got a case again."

Well,

it worked for Bobby D,
I figured it was worth a shot.

[chuckles]

Okay, we can remake the order
in Italy and reship.

But that's two extra weeks.

And then we lose
the supermarket chains.

Prince Company's got their mitts
on the shipping line anyway.

[sighs]

All right, look, I'm gonna tell
Axe to forget the whole deal.

Give my cousin
back his company.

Anthony keeps banging out
top-quality pies.

At least he has two shops.

That's more than
what he was planning.

No, you're not.

Axe believes your cousin
should be big-time.

I have been charged with
delivering your pizza empire,

so to speak, and deliver it
I fucking will,

on time.

How?

Now tell me. Why Italy?

The ovens.

Il Duce.

We have a move we can make.

A warehouse filled with ovens
and a small army of workers.

It's gonna cost close
to 10 million to do it.

Keep it on schedule.

And keep it quiet.

It's money you won't
recoup for a long time.

Ten million to not let
Mike Prince win a round?

Consider the money spent.

Go get those fuckin' ovens.

We have hundreds
of LLCs in Delaware.

And lots of associates
with more.

I've been considering
Wyoming instead.

I've got a 3,000-acre
spread there

and it's the original home
of the LLC.

The American Bar Association
just released a white paper

on the Delaware pitfalls.

Seems like a good time to
take a billion out of the state.

Is it only a billion?

-A few.
-Hmm.

Well, that would be unfortunate.

Taking out a cowboy-sized
chunk of the LLCs

in Delaware is "unfortunate"?

I'd imagined
the unemployment filings

of registered agents alone
would put a nice dent

in anyone's reelection hopes.

Or...

Or?

You can do me a favor,

and I'll stay in Delaware

and protect the LLC farms
from litigation.

Especially from a very eager
New York State AG.

You told me to figure it out.
That's what I did.

And?

Moody was persuaded
to get the court to name

a special trustee to Axe's bank.

An Irving Picard-like
son of a gun.

The guy who got back
the Madoff money.

[Prince] One penny at a time.

Clawing every cent
from the estate sale,

finding every mattress
they hid it under.

Unrelenting.

Well, Axe will hate that.

[Prince] Someone who'll ride
herd over the institution

from the inside.

Clock its every move.

Report it all back.

Block what he can.

Okay, we're in.

You knew.

When you told me to blow,

you knew I'd come back
with something.

I've seen Cop Land.

Did I?

I thought I meant it
at the time.

But we're here now.

Yeah.

Yeah, we'll need someone
who's served on a bank board.

Someone who's known for being
tough on the institutions

they're a board member of,
not a yes man.

Someone who won't care
if they get booted

a few months in
due to politics.

Someone who will
go down swinging.

Oh, I have just the guy.

[machine beeps softly]

Dad?

[snores]

Hey.

It's the son who can't
seem to come through.

Well, it is true.

I can't get you a kidney
by any moral

or legal means.

But, [sighs]

what if I could give you
a reason to live?

Huh.

You mean other than
my wife and child?

Positive reinforcement

never has been your
raison d'être.

No, you love power
via destruction,

a motivation
you have handed down to me

and could bestow
on your daughter

if you live long enough.

Oh, she's meant
for something better.

Oh, I have no doubt.

But the chance
to be in the game,

to fuck with
someone else's power

and take it for yourself,

you can't deny
that would feel good.

Especially if that power
was coming from Bobby Axelrod.

I would enjoy seeing him squirm.

Better yet,
you would be the reason

for said squirming.

He just got himself a bank.

And the bank requires a trustee.

Someone with the power
to torture his every decision,

to turn the thing
he wants so badly

into a cilice

that he can't take off.

Someone with
experience in banking,

committed to making Axelrod
so uncomfortable

he rips at his own skin.

That's a job for a fighter.

Man with something
left in the tank.

I could yank his puppet strings.

Oh, yes, you could.

[horns honking]

Scooter.

I just happened to be in
your neighborhood grocer.

That's hard to believe.

Nothing is hard to believe

if you have the will
to make it happen.

Wait, that's not one of--

Yes. It certainly is.

I'm wondering if we can
file the insurance claim

on the spoiled merchandise
directly with Prince.

You know, since you tools

bought into
that shipping company.

Oh, you should try one of these.

Fucking delicious.

Freezer case is full of 'em.

Your LLC office in Delaware
is a literal post office box.

Our bank is real, though.

I imagine you want it to be.

[inhales] What's the problem

that brought you
all this way north?

Some things have changed.

In my honest assessment
of your past,

I've come to believe
that you require oversight.

A trustee to look after
consumer finance protection.

Someone you'll need
to run every move by.

Every move?

Pretty much.

And if we refuse?

I cancel your
certificate of formation.

Do we get to see a shortlist?

[clicks tongue, inhales]

[scoffs]

That is a short fucking list.

Charles Rhoades Senior has
been selected and approved.

We'll appeal this decision.
I'll sue you.

Oh, I imagine you will.

[inhales] Well, I guess
I will see you across

a courtroom
to hash this out...

in 18 months to two years,

when the case finally
comes up for trial.

In the meantime,

please see that
Mr. Rhoades is welcome.

Gentlemen.

[door opens, closes]

I need Wendy's research,

what she was working on
in the employee records

when Spyros ratted her out.

You reorienting where you work?

Reorienting.

That's a word for it.

Another word for it is
shutting it the fuck down.

Try using a word or two
that'll make sense to me.

Axe. Used his black magic
to get my commission squashed.

One thing I can't stand
is getting fucked with.

Is it all bad though?

Give you back your freedom.

You can just paint
like you used to.

Yeah, I had that
for a long time.

This was something new.

I kind of liked it.

You think you did.

But I saw the look in your eye
when you were painting that

and it lit me up.

Because that was you
in it for yourself.

Did you know Axe
was gonna do this?

Oh, wait a minute.

Was-- Was this
your fuckin' idea?

No.

Not my suggestion.

But we did have
a conversation about it

and he thought
it'd be... helpful.

Wow. Shit.

You trying to help me,

or are you trying
to help me stay broke?

You have a personal relationship
with every painting.

A fucking love affair.

Or you do with the good ones.

Oh, good ones.

And you know the difference?

I know the difference in you.

I saw the way
you were looking at me

when I was makin'
that painting.

It was like a fucking show pony.

Like an artist.

Yeah. [scoffs]

Your idea of an artist.

Someone that you can control

because he has
no resources of his own.

That's the last thing
I want to do.

Good. Because after
emptying my pockets,

Axe has no more
control over me.

Because this is the last
painting that I owe him.

Well then I helped
you get free, didn't I?

Nah. No, you didn't.

You helped me realize
that I was never free.

I'm a grown man.
I decide what I need.

I decide when I need it.

-If you say so.
-Yeah, I do.

I also need a girl who says,

"Of course you do,"
when I say,

"I don't know if I'm done."

Not some fuckin' seminar.

Yeah.

Your problem is you need a girl.

[canvas rips]

[Tanner grunts]

In case you're still not sure
when something's finished,

this fuckin' is.

In the summer
that I was baptized

My father held me
to his side

As they put me
to the water

He said how on
that day I cried

We were prisoners of love

A love in chains

He was standin' in the door

I was standin' in the rain

With the same hot blood

Burning in our veins

Adam raised a Cain

Adam raised a Cain...

The security guys say he left
an hour after Wendy did.

They heard shouting
and banging

and when they checked it out,
this is what they found.

You get the place cleaned up
so I can sell it.

We gonna list it as the former
art studio of Nico Tanner?

[scoffs] I don't give a shit.

Have that packed,
brought to the office and hung.

As what? A cautionary tale?

That's a real Tanner original.

Filled with raw emotion.

They fit you with position

And the keys to
your daddy's Cadillac

In the darkness
of your room

Your mother calls you
by your true name

You remember the faces

The places, the names

You know it's never over

It's relentless as the rain

Adam raised a Cain

Hi.

Hello.

This is, um, a laptops
closed sort of thing.

Okay.

We keep doing this.

I think this might be
the last time

if that makes you
feel any better.

I get the sense that it won't.

I spent all night
doing the math

on the amount of money we lost.

It was wildly stupid.

Worse, we damaged
entire sectors,

companies that were going to

spin off into
petrochemical disruptors,

that were going to create
new battery technology.

I told you there'd
be sacrifices.

Yeah, but I'm not sure
I can keep doing that.

Rian, give me some time.

I know how to fix this.

How?

I can't say right now.
Just trust me.

If I see myself in you then
you see yourself in me, right?

And you know you would
be able to solve this.

Yeah, I guess I follow that.

So trust me.

Okay.

For now.

Okay.

[knocks]

Hmm.

We have successfully
gotten my father named

the new trustee of Axe's bank.

He will have oversight,

full control to hold up
anything and everything

they want to do with the bank.

Access to every transaction.

A man on the inside.

Right.

We got what we wanted.

Except we didn't.

[cell phone vibrating]

Roxanne?

Okay, okay, slow down.

That's great.

You get there as soon as
you can get back to the city.

I'm on my way.

Dad.

I just talked to Roxanne.

She says to give you
a kiss for luck.

Ooh, give him a wet one.
[chuckles]

Nothing to worry about though.
Simple procedure.

I'd do it myself if I hadn't
lost my privileges here.

Yeah, see? I told you.

Now you get to live
and be my man on the inside.

[Senior] Uh-huh.
That's true, Sonny.

But it may not work out
the way you think.

What do you mean, Dad?

Nice fucking job
getting him up the list.

One month from now,
these hospitals,

they're gonna be overrun
with that damn Chinese bug.

How'd you do it?

Me?

I was about to ask
how you did it.

Dad? Dad.

He's been sedated.

[orderly] Excuse me.

Wait a minute.
You're the donor?

-But you're Axe's--
-Yes, I am.

His museum curator.

Heard from a friend
your pop was in need.

I signed right up.

Looking to do all
my good deeds

for a year right here.

Sure you are.

[Chuck] Axe stymied us
smooth as Bobby Jones,

and Senior's not
our man anymore.

Axe delivered my father
something that at this moment

transcends even
my familial bond.

He gave him life.

And so he became
the son I couldn't be.

[scoffs]

My father is owned by him now.

Axe claims he's not
an emotional player,

but he's all emotion.

I saw how much he was willing
to pour into a pizza business,

and that was just
for sentimental reasons.

He dumped his positions
in impact companies

just to hurt me,

even though he cost himself
maybe more than he cost me.

When he wants something,

he's blind to everything else.

And right now Axe wants
to gloat over my failures.

And probably make me
fail some more.

We need to use
that against him.

He has a new toy.
A bank.

And now, thanks to us,
no speed limit on it,

nothing to stop him
from making mistakes.

Fatal ones.

The kind that put
a man in prison.

I'm the bait,

and the bank is the trap.

[knock at door]

How are we taking down
Bobby Axelrod?

I am a victim
of the science age

A child of the storm

Whoa yes

I can't remember
when I was your age

For me

Time's no more

No more

Nobody rules these streets
at night but me

The atomic punk!

Whoa yeah

Wow!

I am the ruler
of these netherworlds

The underground

Whoa yes

On every wall and place
my fearsome name is heard

Just look around

Whoa yes

Nobody rules these streets
at night but me

The atomic punk!

Whoa yeah

Wow!