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[Grigor] Previously
on "Billions"...

This is
an object lesson.

[Foley] People
learn much better

when heightened emotions
accompany the instruction.

Epstein's vacated
New York Attorney General's seat

is there for me.

[Chuck] But the moment
I poke my head up,

Jack Foley
will come after me.

[Taylor] I'd like you to meet
Douglas Mason. He's my father.

I thought you were ready.

To use your
"preferred pronouns..."

They're the ones used
by those who respect me.

Taylor knows I'm front-running
their positions.

Stop fucking
with Taylor Mason.

"I am chomping at the bit to be
your next Attorney General"!

I need your assistance.
Starting with the primary.

You want me
to help put you

in the State Attorney
General's office.

I do.

♪ Suspenseful music ♪

♪ dramatic music ♪
*BILLIONS*

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Season 04 Episode 04

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Episode Title: "Overton Window"

♪ Bob Dylan's
"World Gone Wrong" ♪ plays ...->

♪ Strange things
have happened ♪

♪ Like never before... ♪

[Johnny] We're gonna be here
all fucking night.

[Terry]
If we don't get caught.

We're not gonna get caught.

Well, you sound pretty sure
for someone wearing

bright fucking yellow
like you're in Kill Bill.

(♪♪♪)

I'm in camo, bro.

In this lot,
I'm fucking invisible.

♪ I can't be good, baby ♪

Besides, we're getting
paid well enough...

♪ Honey, because
the world's gone wrong ♪

[indistinct conversations]

♪ Feel bad this morning ♪

♪ Ain't got no home ♪

♪ No use in worrying ♪

♪ 'Cause the world's
gone wrong ♪

♪ I can't be good no more ♪

♪ Once like I did before ♪

Once, when I was a boy,

I lost a hundred bucks
I didn't have at a carny game.

Hard to feature that. But, uh,
before you really launch in...

I was very young.

I thought the game was
to knock down the pins.

The game though,
was to get people to pay

to try to knock down
the pins.

Which, of course,
didn't go down.

And, uh, the guys playing
the game were carny workers.

And you were merely the...

Sucker.

Right. Yeah.

Today, your opponent thinks
an election is taking place.

But he doesn't know
how many of his voters

are already en route
to a free junket

with fresh Buffalo nickels
in their pockets.

Or that parents in his best
districts have been forced

to drive their kids
to school

instead of getting down
to the voting booths

because the school buses
were all out of commission.

By day's end, it'll be
the lowest voter turnout

in primary history, which will
allow you to eke out a victory.

And then you will be
the presumptive.

Attorney General of New York
goddamned State.

This is where you do some
version of the happy dance.

Ah.

And I know just the jig
I'd throw down on

if I thought
that were so...

flatfoot and buck,
like they do in the Ozarks.

But, uh, sadly, no matter
how few vote today,

I'm not gonna book a win.

The thing to remember,
Black Jack, is that the only

folks who win in a Mexican
standoff are the rest of us.

Because
all the Mexicans die.

No. T-This situation
is different.

I don't see how.

You have your guns
trained on my boy,

my boy has his
trained on you.

Anyone fires,
everyone fires.

Death to one and all.

But if no one fires,

everyone survives.

- [chuckles]
- [Senior] And thrives.

Well, I may not see the
narrative just the way you do.

Because I may not be
as worried

about dying in the gun fight
as you are.

As long as the boy
goes down, too.

Now is not the time to throw
away a lifetime of pragmatism.

Perhaps I'm doing
just the opposite

of throwing it away,
Charles.

Perhaps I'm doing the most
pragmatic thing I know to do.

And that is: to make certain
this office stays pristine.

[Foley]
At whatever cost.

So have no doubt:

Your boy shall never be

the Attorney General
of this proud state...

or of any of the lesser states
of our great nation.

Not on my watch.

And if that means he goes
public with some story

about metals and bridges and me,
so be it.

But he can't prosecute it
anymore.

And I hardly think that story
will capture the imagination

the same way his degenerate
sex life will.

[Foley] By 5:00 p.m.
tomorrow afternoon.

[Foley] he declares he's
withdrawing from the primary,

[Foley] or I go public.

What he has on you
is that strong?

If he exposes it,
my chances are flushed.

Could just be posturing,

knowing that you don't actually
want to trade blows.

Charles Rhoades Senior
would have sniffed that out.

No. No.

I may have to lay down to him,
get out of the race.

"Always outnumbered.
Always outgunned."

As Mosley said it best.

That's the state of play
for guys like us.

That's what we need to get us up
with the sun.

You can't quit.

All I have to do
is say the words.

But you won't.

You know...

and this
isn't easy to say:

you were the most formidable
opponent I ever had.

'Cause you read me.

My chest
was out, sure,

but inside it,
my heart was racing

when I knew that you were
coming for me.

I'll admit
that cheers me.

Well, then take it in, man.
Let it fuel you. Then fight on.

You know I will do
everything humanly possible

right up until
his deadline.

I'm a phone call away
if you need me.

[door opens]

Karl!

[door closes]

Find out why Foley is so willing
to engage in this brinkmanship.

There's something here
I'm not seeing.

Yup.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

[grunts]

(♪♪♪)

[keys clacking]

I know you rarely
take the time

to look after yourself.
[coffee cup slides]

A latte, the way you like it,
and a ginger scone.

Animal-free, gluten-free.
Of course.

Are you heading
back home soon?

I planned to, but...

Materials on what...
a proposed business?

Yes.
Lattice grid fins, you know?

Your white whale.

A mathematically based
enhancement.

Ups efficiency
to unheard of levels.

Perhaps
you can take a look.

Or I could take you
through it...

I don't want to be in a position
to say "no" to you.

Hey, who says
you're going to, huh?

Wait'll you see the tech...

And I thought the extended visit
was about our relationship.

It was.
It is about us.

I could use a hand... a financial
hand... with my endeavor, is all.

[exhales sharply]

[Douglas] But it's
pretty special.

It really is this time.

Please, look at it.
When you can.

♪ Rock music ♪

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(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

- [Axe] You alright?
- [Rebecca] Yes.

[engine revs]

(♪♪♪)

This thing is fun
to drive.

Want to take it
for a lap or two?

I have to head
to the airport.

So, you're leaving
out of Houston.

Yep. Are you sure you
don't want to join me?

You sound like
you want to join me.

(♪♪♪)

We can run a friction test
up there.

Ah. In the name
of science.

Absolutely.

I've been wanting to do the
zero-gravity flight for years.

I have the whole aircraft
to myself. I paid 165K.

I would've paid
whatever they asked.

Thanks. But I'm gonna have to
leave the vomit comet to you...

Wimp.

That might work
another time.

But I really can't.

I got to deliver a sickening
ride of my own today...

to the CEO
of Noon to Night stores...

I mean, how do you not
turn a fucking profit

with two thousand locations
selling soda and cigs?

You're sitting
with Evan Robards?

Nah. Chris Sacca first.

He's throwing his shares
behind me.

Then I "big stake" Robards
before he takes the stage

at the shareholder meeting.

He hits the bricks.
I leave with two board seats.

Have fun storming
the castle.

Oh, I will.

Send me a pic
from the stratosphere.

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

[engine shuts off]

[car door closes]

So?

Nice ride. How much?

$132,000.

I'll take two.

What color do you want?

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

[telephone ringing]

[employees murmuring]

[shoes squeak]

[breathing heavily]

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

[horns honking]

[Carter] It's leaking, Axe.
It's leaking and it's gonna

blow and there's nothing
anyone can do about it...

Who the fuck is this?

Carter Calloway,
from Baton Rouge...

Okay. Slow down, breathe,
and tell me what's going on.

An LNG terminal at the port
has a perforation.

It wasn't detected
until it was too late

and when those vapors
build up...

- Boom.
- Ka-boom.

The tank's gonna explode.

Then the shrapnel from that
will set off other tanks...

Are you sure about this?

[Carter] It's science.
It's inevitable.

Gonna go up like a bullfrog
with an M-80 in its ass.

Who else knows about this?

No one. Yet.
But everyone's gonna.

I want your business, that's why
I called you. You said if...

Yeah. I know what I said.
We'll do business later.

First I need to know
which company.

I gave you all I got.
Whatever companies are involved

are gonna try to keep it quiet
as long as possible.

- But at some point...
- Fireball.

Yep. You've got
3, 4 hours at the most

before the whole world
knows.

Okay. Keep me posted
with whatever you hear.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

We need to get out
of natural gas.

Which position?

All of 'em.

Natural gas's
going to take a dump.

[Axe] Pipelines, shipping... all
its corollaries... everything

tied to it's gonna go along
for the downward spiral.

So get set, get everyone ready,
and get it done at the open.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

Make all trades
through the dark pools

so it masks what we're doing.

That way, we'll preserve
our head start.

Which will not be a long one.

(♪♪♪)

[Wags]
There's the opening bell.

[opening bell ringing
on monitor]

[keys clacking]

(♪♪♪)

- Whoa! Whoa!
- Hey. What's going on?

- Motherfucker!
- Computer's down...

Fuck. Where's IT!?

The Bloombergs are fine,

it's Axe Cap's network
that's been disabled.

- So our whole system is offline?
- I'm already on it.

I ran a reboot...

[keys clacking]

[computer buzzing]

What the...?
Won't reboot...

We've, uh, we're being hacked.
Brute force attack.

Someone's gained remote access
to our servers...

The entire reason
for your existence

is to make sure that is not
the fucking case.

I thought since
the EternalBlue exploit,

we took protective
measures and backup.

This situation is
supposed to be impossible.

Sure. And a hummingbird

shouldn't be able to fly
sideways. But it does.

The more reliable rule
of the world is:

The aggressor always moves
forward the science first.

But we do have backup.
So go get it working. Now.

[knock on door]

Foley is terminal.

[Allerd]
Started in the liver.

The guy is so tough
he didn't see a doc

until it was everywhere.

Even when it's your enemies,
you hate to hear that.

How long?

Few weeks.

Which is why he's going
full suicide vest.

Goddamn, he's committed.

I hope I face my own end

with the same "fuck you"
to the world.

It's my fondest wish
for you.

Some folks inside Justice are
saying he's been back channeling

negotiating immunity
for his heirs.

[Jock] Gimme what you got
on Mr. Rhoades.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

I always knew
he was a pervert.

A profane man to his end.

(♪♪♪)

Once that's out of the way,
he knows that even if I drop

what I have on him,
it won't splash onto his family.

They'll keep the wealth.
Oh, heavens.

The great man's
final move.

[sighs]

There may really be no stopping
Foley at this point.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

[Hammon] Blood in the water
at Axe Cap.

Cook says they're under
some kind of cyberattack.

Ok.

Maybe there's a move here
for us.

I'm the one
who sued for peace.

Yes. Do you believe
that offer was accepted?

- I don't.
- Might there be something

we could do to take advantage
of the situation there?

Something that wouldn't be
construed as warring,

merely opportunistic?

Yes. Have Mafee
call around.

See what Axe Cap was slinging
when the attack hit.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

- Phone's down...
- Mine too.

- Fuck.
- Um, not to pile on,

but in the spirit of aggregating
all the information

- we currently have...
- Ben!

The direct links to the trading
desks are down too.

Motherfuck!

[indistinct conversations]

Okay, "here" is dead.
So we trade like we're not here.

Use EMSX on your mobile devices.

Do not sign onto the network,
use cellular.

I have my laptop.

Great. Same deal.

Stay off our network.

I've got a hotspot.

(♪♪♪)

I'm up.

Attaway. Now we ride you
like Justify.

Okay. Sell fifty thousand shares
Con-Pipe, at the market.

Sell 100 thousand Southern Gulf
Petro at the market.

Go through the dark pool
algo... we can't have

anyone see what
we're offloading.

You're literally
breathing down my neck.

I can literally feel
h-hot breath...

Say "literally" again

and I will light you on fire
like a dragon of yore.

First trade is confirmed...

Second one is through.

Nice. Okay.
Now let's...

It froze.
I'll force quit and reboot...

Go to mobile apps...

My shit's locked up.

I'm jammed up like
I ate a pint of rice.

Yeah, this is a concerted
attack, so anything

that's mobile that's been on the
network the past couple of days

has probably
been malwared.

Fix it!

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

This is Grigor.

He's the only one with the
financial and tactical resources

to take us
totally off the grid.

Guess he wasn't so sanguine
as Taylor was

with us
front-running 'em.

Guess not.

How should we
go after him?

We can't. Not yet.

First, we're gonna hold
the fucking line here

and pare our losses.

Protect our book.
Use resources of our own.

What are those, exactly?

At the moment,
that's you and me, pal.

[banging]

[Wags] Like Huey Lewis
crooned...

we're going back in time.

Who's ready to do
some smilin' and dialin'?!

Heads up.

Pump up your
Reebok Blacktops,

we've gotta do this
old school...

Fuck, I don't even have

any trading desk
phone numbers anymore.

Which of you tenderfoots.

[Wags] has the numbers for
the prime trading desks?

We all pretty much use
Bloomberg chat these days.

Okay.

Get the CEO of every prime
on the phone...

they're the only ones
we got numbers on.

I want them to walk down to
their fucking trading floors

and set up open lines
with us.

Okay, everybody, here.

Use there burners,
call friends on the outside.

Have 'em get on social media
and get direct dials

from anyone who can make
a market on one of our names.

Do you think you're still gonna
get to your Chris Sacca

meeting on the
Noon to Night shares?

Hi. Where are you?

On my way
to the airport.

Okay, look.

I hate to do this,
but I need a big fucking favor.

[Axe] One that would have you
missing the vomit comet.

[Axe] But if you
do it for me,

I promise you that
I will re-book it.

And I'll even go
with you.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

- [blows]
- What the fuck is that?

That, my young lass,
is a Filofax.

The vaunted
little black book.

It contains the names of
some world class ladies...

Who are grandmothers now,
if not fucking dead...

And also the number,
written in un-hackable ink,

of an old broker friend
on the Toronto Exchange,

who can move some shares
nice and quiet for us...

[clears throat]

[Rebecca] Chris.

Hey, Rebecca.
I was just getting out of here.

I'm late. Well, Axe is.
I'm here in his stead.

Seriously?
I didn't send Mark Cuban.

Uh, no, you didn't.
But I'm here.

And I'm gonna work with you
on getting the CEO out.

Come here.

Those shares?
I dumped 'em.

So I can't back Axe.

That's not what you told him
you would do.

Look, either way,
it's moot.

I no longer have a horse
in this race.

[Wags]
Honey, baby, sweetie...

...It's your dear old
Uncle Wags.

Haven't seen you
since that tray of kamikazes

we stared down after Sohn...

Jared! Yeah.

It's actually Bobby Axelrod.

Sure. You can call me "Axe"
if it makes you feel good.

I figured why be so impersonal
as to let a few keystrokes

run our life, why not
reach out and touch?

...Don't be scared,
no need to be frightened.

No.
I'm giving you a call

because I heard good things
about you, Jared.

And I come bearing gifts.

Three hundred thousand
Drill Southern to go...

I know it's tough,

that is why I'm calling
the young master.

He's putting me up on a hundred,
to work two hundred behind it.

At the market...

I'm sitting on
half a mil Bay Pipeline

and I want to exit quick
and silent as Le Samourai...

It's an old French movie.
Nevermind...

And the next time I get a good
call, you're getting it too.

Go out and buy yourself
a longer boat come bonus time.

[Axe] Forty-nine low. Stop me
out at forty-eight and a half.

...Yeah, you and me
at the Open.

My box on Arthur Ashe.

Mr. Simmons, sir.

Yeah, I'm calling you "Mister"
'cause this one might hurt.

How much can you take?
One fifty?

Put on your fucking hard hat
and I'll get your commish

at five cents a share
instead of three...

Two hundred and fifty's
a lot better.

Sure, sure.
You and me at the Open.

My box on Arthur Ashe.
You got it.

I too, come from
the old school.

The old math school
that is.

[Spyros] Allow me

to be
our office Cartesian.

Got it from a guy
at a gas desk.

Large block of natural gas
dumped through a dark pool,

but he knew
who was behind it.

Lots of big prints like that
going up around town.

Feels like Axe Cap
trading out of the sector.

You know what?
Let's sell our positions...

satisfy the buyers out there.
Depress the price.

Maybe kill it.

Love it, boss-people.

(♪♪♪)

Why you stiff-arming me, Pete?

I know my guys have taken errors
from you when you've needed it.

[Wags] Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

I need you to clean me up
on Gulfport LNG,

what do you mean
you're not a buyer?

If you tell me you can't bid me,
this is the last time we speak.

How'd you just fucking
satisfy your need?

I'm running into would-be buyers
who already bought.

Yeah. Me too. Fuck.
Keep jamming.

I'll believe that you're
satisfied when I hear you moan

and shake like an old
washing machine...

And you will tell me
who finished you off.

We are sitting down
over a porterhouse

and discussing every
fucking detail of this.

[cellphone closes]

You, me, at the Open.

Uh-huh. Oh, my box
on Arthur Ashe.

Good.

[cellphone closes, thuds]

Someone's flooding the market
with our names.

- Taylor?
- Probably.

The Street is seeing that
our prints are going up,

and they're talking.

Taylor knows we're having
a panic yard sale.

And they're piling on.

Yeah, well, wouldn't we?

Why's everyone
sitting here dumbstruck

like they're at fricking
Cirque du Soleil?

I'd like to help. But I've never
made a voice trade in my life.

Uh. None of us have.
We don't know how.

What about a big trade?
A sensitive one?

Those have to happen
by phone.

Mafee did them.

Oh. When this is over, we are
having a fucking seminar.

Believe that.

Ever think you'd miss Mafee
this much?

I miss him like the case
of crabs I had freshman year.

Delightful.

[indistinct conversations]

Hey. Listen... we've
got to undercut Taylor.

Sweeten the deals
and up the pressure.

Find some
fucking squirrels

who've been dying
to get in our pants.

We're already shoving it down
people's throats out there,

what do we do now?

Shove harder.

- How's it going?
- [Axe] Breezy. You?

- Sacca's out.
- Out?

Apologies and all that.
So fucking forget him for now.

My sleeves are rolled up.
My chin's tucked.

Fists raised.
I'm ready to scrap.

I knew I liked you
for a reason.

You're gonna kill a CEO.

Oh,
you're damn right I am.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

There it is,

[Senior] Elysian Fields.

It's grandiose.

The name should
invite dreams.

This development
is my legacy.

Hell, it's your
legacy too.

Generational wealth,
Sonny,

beyond you,
beyond your kids even.

As long as certain expedited
approvals come through.

And I'm counting on you
for that.

One: today is primary day.

The last place I should be is
where I can't speak to voters.

Two: I can't speak
to voters anyway

because I have to
quit the race.

Three: Even if I didn't have to
quit, this would be a disaster.

It's the worst possible moment
for me to lubricate a situation

for you and create
a possible scandal.

It hasn't always
been convenient

for me to haul you out
by the ass

from whatever bear trap
you got into either, Sonny.

Well, as I said,

I couldn't be much help
even if I were willing.

Foley can't be moved.

- Everyone can be...
- He's got a cancer, Dad.

Moving through him
like a race car

on the Bonneville
Salt Flats...

fast and full steam ahead.

Ah, Jesus.

That buckles a man
at the knees. Even me.

And it buckles you, too.
On all counts.

Yeah.

So you can stay here

and keep looking
for your future out there.

I've got to go
and face mine,

which starts at five o'clock
today, whether I like it or not.

What if you
defy him anyway?

Let him say what he says.
Deny it.

Tough it the fuck out.

Even if I could weather the
public shaming, I'd lose anyway.

How do I ask Wendy
to face that crap?

Well, if she's angry
about it,

let her give you
a good smack later.

A win for everyone
involved.

[scoffs]

Well, I'm glad to see you've got
your legs under you again, Dad.

[sea gulls cry]

Dead soldier. Reload.

Gimme a "45."
Thank you, peach.

Listen, do this for me
and you'll have a fucking angel

on your shoulder
your whole career.

I'm a good friend
but a bad fucking enemy.

...Solid choice, Kevin.

[Axe] I need a freshie.
Book one-thirty TransCon Petro.

I took a little bit of a hit
at twenty-eight.

Wags,
we don't have much time,

- news is breaking.
- People are hearing shit...

port's in lockdown,
evacuation underway.

Eighty thousand shares offloaded
through my Canuck on the TSX.

Ice, ice, baby.

(♪♪♪)

It's wrong.

[scoffs]
Where's it wrong?

[whispering indistinctly]

All of it.

All of it's wrong.
The whole thing.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

Foley is going to come forth.
With what he knows about me.

About us.

The only way to stop him
is for me to bow out.

That's his demand.

Then I'm sorry
that it's over.

Does it have to be?

I think so.

Well, what if I fight?

What if I take
the humiliation.

Lean into it.
Proceed despite it.

Then you will lose and
we will be a laughing stock.

- Are you sure?
- Are you fucking insane?

Tell me why I am.

[scoffs]

I'm sure of a few things,
first, the Overton Window...

that which is an acceptable part
of the public discourse.

This behavior... our behavior
is so far outside that window

it might as well be
on fucking Mars.

Yeah, but the window
is shifting.

And isn't it
our responsibility to...

You want it
to have shifted.

Maybe it has.
But not that much.

And don't forget: part of you
wants the humiliation.

Needs it. But I don't.

I can't live with it.
I...

I won't live with it.

We cannot take the chance
that Foley is serious.

Oh, he's serious.

Then that's it, Chuck.

And that
you can live with?

Me just capitulating?
In silence.

I can.
And so can you.

You have to.

Walk away.

[sighs]

I just want
to scream, Wend.

At the situation
or at me?

- Yes.
- I know.

And if you need to do that
to move on, then do it.

But then, sure as fuck,
move on...

[groans] Okay.

Alright. Okay. Okay.

It'll be okay.

We'll find the next
adventure together.

♪ Soft music ♪

Be watching at 5 p.m. to
see me bend the hell over.

Hey,
I've seen it before.

[exhales deeply]

[indistinct conversations]

- I'm sorry...
- Evan, can I get a moment...

- Rebecca.
- [chuckles]

You know, it's a shame
that branding thing

didn't work out
between our companies.

It's a bad time for me
right now though.

I'm about to do the soft shoe
for a room full

of fucking morons...

I mean my valued
shareholders.

[chuckles] Well, I'm here on
behalf of a certain shareholder.

And believe me,
he's no fucking moron.

In fact, he holds
eleven percent

of your company's
outstanding shares.

Eleven percent...
Bobby Axelrod?

Mm-hmm.

Fuck. Alright.
Just give us a minute...

[man] Come on.
Let's go.

What does he want
to tell me?

It's over.

Over?

Your time as CEO
of Noon to Night.

Yeah, I don't think so.

I believe I can
rally my board

to give me another
few quarters...

No such thing as a "few more
quarters" in this world.

Not your board
anymore either.

I'm here to make you
think again.

Uh, stock price is weak
despite buybacks.

Per store revenue's
in the shitter.

Brand awareness and support
are at all-time lows.

Did you sleep with
a junior VP out of Seattle

at the company retreat?

Hell if I know, but people
are about to start asking...

He wants to take it
to the press?

I'll go to war with Axelrod
any fucking time.

Guy's the Al Capone of
Wall Street for Christ's sake...

Mnh. You won't be
going with him.

You'll be going
to war with me.

He'll sign his shares over and
I will use all my credibility,

all my connections, all those
women who buy all my products

to turn
their fucking backs

on your company.

On you.

So what you need to be
asking yourself is:

what do you want
in your go-bag?

I don't care
if you have to jam it

into your grandmother's
goddamned IRA account.

[Wags] I. Need. You.

To. Take. It...

Take it.

Fucking take it!
Right fucking now!

Or suffer my wrath forever!

[trader] ...Fine.
Booked.

But Wags, listen,
you know I hate you now.

[explosion on monitor]

- Ohh.
- Ohh.

That's fucking that.

Every single institution on
or attendant to the Street

is gonna be dumping like a dray
horse on an all taco diet.

Yep. But it's gonna be
too late for them...

[closing bell ringing
on monitor]

[cheers and applause
over monitor]

...AAAAAAaaaand, it's over!

We got out of about 90 percent
of that toxic trash.

[cheers and applause]

Yeah!

Whoo!

Whiskey!

If you don't want to live
in the "about" of it all,

I have specificados.

I'll live in
the "about of it all."

I think I'm responsible

for saving us about
seventy million today!

[cheers and applause]

We took a 48 million dollar
hit today,

instead of eating
the 512 million dollar exposure

we were facing at the open.

[dignified] All hail
our lords and saviors,

Robert of Axelrod
and Michael of Wagner!

[cheers and applause]

Huh? [chuckles]

Mafee has
the scuttlebutt.

We bled 'em.
Your idea did.

We cost them plenty
by selling when we did

and you saved us
a massive loss in that sector

or at the very least a several
months-long forced hold

by selling before
that terminal went up.

Okay.
Virtual group high five.

Strange confluence of events,
Axe Cap's computers going down

right on the cusp
of a sector-killing

industrial accident,
allowing us an opening.

I agree, it was.

And that's how
I am going to continue

to think of it, you know?

Act of God, as they say.

What's the Russian word
for God?

Good question.

Hey.

Glad I had someone's
guidance this morning.

Hey, I did my job.
You did yours.

That's the way
it oughta go.

♪ Mid-tempo music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

[drawer opens]

(♪♪♪)

[stylus tapping]

[Hall] ...Russian made
circuitry.

It was plugged
into the network.

It has wifi and cellular data
cards, to give it remote access.

And it was powered
off the main outlet,

allowing them to just
wait for the right moment.

Someone who came for a meeting
wasn't who they said they were.

Put a protocol in place
so that can't happen again.

I will.

[knock on door]

We're back up!

We know,
you simple fool!

Go run a security audit.

Clear out the whole Admin file
and rebuild it.

And call CyberBuoy to
make sure it's done right.

I'll go supervise.

It is going to be
six months

before we can rebook
our anti-gravity flight...

Gonna be six months before
anybody in the business

talks to us.

But [exhales heavily]

I feel like I'm fucking
floating right now.

How did you do it?

I showed him the hieroglyphics
on the cave wall and he folded.

For a 13 million dollar
exit payment.

Pennies on
the fucking dollar!

But you're gonna have to force
the board to make good on that.

Uh, shouldn't be hard, since
I got you three board seats...

one of which I'm taking.

Wow. I owe you.

Oh. You do.
And payback's gonna be steep.

Gimme some of that.

You two are animals,
drinking it warm.

- I need some ice.
- Oh. I can...

I'll get it.

[door opens]

[footsteps departing]

[door closes]

Grigor didn't
beat us this time.

He almost did.

But not quite.

He won't stop trying.

No, he won't.

Until all his chances
are taken away.

♪ It's the wake of all evil ♪

Fraunces. Fitting.

Washington bid farewell
to his troops here.

♪ Even at my best... ♪

Even though I never
got my troops again...

Just the farewell.

I don't see any
other way either.

Yeah.

I go out there. Give up.
Everyone moves on.

Yeah. I wrote it all
down for you.

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

[clears throat]

Let's see here.

...And so for reasons
having more to do with

familial commitments

than a lack of desire
to do the job,

I hereby...

Yup. [sighs]
That's about it.

- Okay.
- Okay.

♪ Anxiety and sorrow ♪

Gimme a few alone.

Uh, yeah. I'll get out there,
tell 'em a couple minutes.

♪ Self-destruction and failure ♪

♪ Have beat my head in ♪

♪ I laughed out loud once ♪

♪ I won't do that again ♪

♪ Always traveled
the hellfire road ♪

♪ To chase
the sweet smell of sin ♪

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

[indistinct conversations]

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

[camera shutters clicking]

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

[indistinct shouting]

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ So many things ♪

♪ Have fallen
through my hands ♪

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

[camera shutters clicking]

♪ Music fades ♪

Nope. Not gonna read that one.

[breathes deeply]

"A lie," the wise man,

Winston Churchill,
purportedly said,

"gets halfway around the world

before the truth has a chance
to get its pants on."

[chuckles]

[camera shutter clicks]

But, uh, I have a feeling
that this truth

will find its way quick enough.

[sighs] And it's high time
for truth, too.

For openness. For unburdening.

I am not here, as most
politicians might be,

to ask you to trust me.

[chuckles]

No. Instead, I am asking
if I may trust you,

with my deepest fear,

which is that you might know me,

who I really am.

The job of the prosecutor
is to expose that.

[Chuck] which is hidden away,
the evil, the dirty,

[Chuck] the crooked
and the untruthful.

To shine light and reveal

what's under all that darkness.

And I have come to realize
that in order to do it right,

I must first shine that light
on my own dark parts.

Which is why I have asked you
all here today.

[camera shutter clicks]

[exhales deeply]

Alright. Y...
[clears throat] You know what?

I'm just going to say it. Uh...

I... In my private life...

(♪♪♪)

In the confines
of my happy marriage...

with my consenting wife...

practice sadomasochism...

[camera shutters clicking,
all murmuring]

♪ Dramatic music ♪

[Chuck] Uh, yeah.
[chuckles nervously]

(♪♪♪)

Bondage, dominance,
uh, all the rest.

(♪♪♪)

Masks. Binds. Ropes. Fire.

(♪♪♪)

[exhales heavily]

Wow. Uh... [chuckles]

Even just saying it like that
I can feel my shoulders loosen

for the first time in decades.

I am a masochist.

[Chuck] In order to achieve
sexual gratification,

I need to be tied up,
punched, pinched, whipped,

kicked or otherwise tortured.

[camera shutters clicking]

By my loving wife...

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

And here's the bigger truth.

All of us need something, right?

You know, I don't know
what you do in your bedroom,

[Chuck] with your loved one,
but I do know this:

[Chuck] you're probably
a little embarrassed about it.

You probably don't want
the rest of us looking at you

while you do it... unless that's
your thing and if so, great.

[Chuck] But wouldn't we
be better off.

[Chuck] if we didn't let
shame win.

If we didn't feel sheepish,

didn't feel like we had to hide
what moves us?

Chuck, are you
still gonna run?

- [groans]
- Chuck, how...

[indistinct shouting]

[shouting stops]

[scoffs]

There are those who believe
that I have just ended

my legal and political careers.

They don't think you can handle
what I just told you.

In fact, uh,
political opponents of mine

were plotting to use it
against me.

I said "bring it."

(♪♪♪)

And that's why I told you
I was here to trust you.

(♪♪♪)

Because I know
that you can handle it.

That you may laugh a little.

But that at the end of the day,
you'll get it,

because you want the truth.

[sighs]

At worst, uh,
maybe it won't stop you

from getting to the polls
to support me.

At best,

maybe on the way you tell
someone who you really are.

(♪♪♪)

Maybe they like it.

(♪♪♪)

And maybe you feel
just a little more comfortable

in your own skin.

[camera shutter clicks]

As I finally do in mine.

♪ John Mellencamp's
"Troubled Man" ♪ plays --->

Thank you.

[indistinct shouting]

♪ People up on the east side ♪

♪ People on the gravel road ♪

♪ People of many colors ♪

♪ Whose stories
will never be told ♪

♪ Too late came too early ♪

♪ For me to face myself ♪

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

♪ Oh, Lord ♪

♪ I won't do anything ♪

♪ But hurt you if I can ♪

♪ I am a troubled man ♪

[cork pops, laughter]

Thank you.

You're welcome.

This cork is symbolic
of the exit polls

popping huge
for Chuck Rhoades,

your next Attorney General
of the State of New York...

The future of justice
in this state.

(♪♪♪)

Here's to all or nothing
gambits... the only way to live.

[Ira] Hear, hear.

[glasses clinking]

Cheers.

I'm gonna need the room.

Uh.
Sure, of course.

Why don't we, uh, fall back
into the outer office...

That's not gonna be
far enough.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You're a real politician now,
aren't you?

That's right.

But the distinction you failed
to make is:

winning politician.

- At all costs?
- Yes.

Victory at all costs,
victory in spite of all terror,

victory however long and hard
the road may be;

for without victory,
there is no survival.

More Churchill?

You blow up my fucking life
and more Churchill.

You can shove him
up your ass.

And believe me,
he'll fit.

What would you have
had me do, Wend, lose?

Yes, Chuck. Lose.

For once in your fucking life,
you could have taken the L

instead of humiliating me
utterly and absolutely.

Are you sure about that?

That I'm humiliated?
I'm pretty goddamned sure.

How am I supposed to
face my colleagues,

my friends, strangers?

Our children?

Okay.
Eva is too young to know.

And as for Kevin...
at a certain age it becomes time

to see your parents as real
people, not perfect beings...

I'm getting them out of town.
I'm sending them to my parents.

God knows how long
will be long enough...

Well, as for the rest of them,
maybe wait a second.

And see how you poll.

Because they loved
what I had to say out there.

The frank talk.

The numbers
make that clear,

and I can only imagine
that you...

going along for the sake
of your husband...

are gonna be viewed
as hero of the people.

I don't care.

Poll numbers?
You motherfucker.

We discussed this
beforehand.

I made my position
crystal clear,

and you agreed and then you
went off and did it anyway.

I freed us
from the yoke of secrecy,

from Jack fucking Foley.

And I did not just "go off"

so don't just try
to draw this up

like I'm some impulsive,
disorganized amateur.

What?
So you planned it?

You discussed it
with someone?

With your... your campaign
people... Ira?

[gasps]

No. Of course.

You ran it by your daddy,
didn't you?

What, did you have him mark up
that ridiculous speech?

No. He didn't know
exactly what I'd do.

He just... seeded the idea that
maybe I should get my back up.

Because he's a seasoned
political operative.

A power player...

Holy shit, is this marriage
getting crowded.

How many dicks is a woman
expected to have in her face?

Wendy, I am gonna be
Attorney General.

So let's just talk this out
like two rational human...

No. I am done
hearing you talk.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

[door opens]

It's all
you say it is, Dad.

Let's do something
with this.

You're gonna help me
raise capital?

I am. I'm going to put things
in motion right away.

Because it's a strong idea,
well executed.

And also because I want to.
For you.

(♪♪♪)

I'm gonna be in business
with my... child.

(♪♪♪)

[door opens]

Congratulations.

[door closes] You blew the doors off
with that speech.

I did not expect you
to come across with that.

Neither did Wendy,
to be honest.

Uh-huh. Yes. Yeah.

I will have to deal with that.
For certain.

[chuckles]
I already am.

Well. She's gonna
beat your ass for it.

[laughing]

That is the first
and last of those.

I doubt that.

Hell, if that's the price
you gotta pay

to move the conversation
along...

Exactly so.

What, uh... What other price
might I be paying?

[inhales sharply]

[cellphone vibrating]

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

I saw...

I'm sorry to have seen
Chuck's press conference.

I can't believe...

Look,
I know what it's like

to face public scrutiny
over who you are.

How it must be even worse when
it's been foisted upon you.

But you can still
claim it.

Whatever's transpired
between us,

I can imagine you could use
some support right now...

So, would you like to?
Talk?

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

[cheers and applause]

Fine. Great.

Thank you.

[indistinct shouting]

Thank you.

...And... And it's only

because you threw your support
behind me,

because of your FAITH in me,
that I stand before you now

as the Attorney General

of the finest state
in the Union... New York!

[cheers and applause]

Just beautiful.

- Thank you so much.
- The Governor for you.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Thank you.

[Sweeney]
Congratulations, Chuck.

Can't wait to work
together.

Congratulations to you,
Mr. Governor-elect.

I'm eager
to get started, sir.

You have fun tonight.

[indistinct conversations]

- Is it done?
- It is.

Outgoing AG approved it
as a courtesy to you.

I made sure of it
before we scooped him up.

Mr. Andolov.

My first act as Attorney General
of New York State,

even before I'm sworn in,

was to freeze your funds
in the United States.

[door closes]

My second act is:

Inviting you to leave
our sunny shores.

Mr. former US Attorney
and now Attorney General,

congratulations!

There are so many ways
we could have met.

It is unfortunate
you chose this one.

[chuckles]

Like the musician says
of the piece he plays:

it chose me.

Did it?

Or are you doing favors
for friends on high?

Because you must know
that I am higher

than any other friend
you could imagine.

And my friends
are higher still.

That notwithstanding,
your business interests

have been connected
with blacklisted governments

and the paperwork is prepared
to have you declared

an unregistered
foreign agent

with intent against ours.

There's only one choice
that will preclude that:

you firing up
your private samolet

and flying home...

or wherever else it is
you call home.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

I know much about you.

Both from your own words

and from other...
information I've gathered.

So I know that despite
your predilections,

you are a practical man.

Why don't we combine
those facets

and start
our own friendship?

Take time off
before assuming office.

We will travel to places

that have
certain establishments

you would not believe.

(♪♪♪)

[Grigor] We would come back
refreshed.

[Grigor] and with
a whole new outlook

on how we could
work together.

(♪♪♪)

Yeah,

sounds tempting.

(♪♪♪)

You and me,
traveling the continents,

the real world
Lestat and Louis.

(♪♪♪)

Alas, uh...

Ce n'est pas
notre destin.

No?

(♪♪♪)

No.

(♪♪♪)

Depressing.

Mm.

A bit. Yes.

Now,

I'd give you twenty-four hours
to blow town,

but you're too tricky, so I'm
only gonna make it twelve,

before I file the papers
and you'll be removed by force.

Americans pretend to lead,

but they are still provincial
in so many ways.

It is truly sad.

Mm.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

I, of course,
picked up the scent

of the Axelrod
behind this.

As I did your recent attack
on my systems.

But you shouldn't
consider this as an attack.

Rhoades gave you
a warning.

He's letting you leave.

That's a favor to me.

And a favor to you.
I hope you understand that.

What I don't understand

fits on a fucking
Bazooka comic.

Then here's one more thing
for you to get your mind around.

I can be scared.
But I cannot be scared off.

Sure.

More, uh, Chuck Wepner
than Michael Spinks.

But they both lost
in the end.

Because they were underprepared
and overmatched. I'm neither.

That is what
Mr. Spinks thought

right up to 91st second
of round one.

[laughs]
Probably did.

But he couldn't do
what I can.

And what is that?
Move like Jagger?

Give away the kind of parting
gift that I'm about to:

the few billion that you have
at Taylor Mason Capital

will be unfrozen
and released back to you...

once you land back home.

That's something.

But it is actually
my money

you're giving back
to me.

I'm not sure how much
gratitude that buys.

Do you want it or not?

Yeah, sure.
Will I get it?

You will. The moment you land.
As I said.

Good.

Grigor.

[Axe] Listen,
here's the thing:

after the cash
hits your account,

you may start feeling that you
didn't get your satisfaction,

that you have some further score
you want to settle with me.

You're gonna want
to tamp down that feeling.

Sure. It's true

I didn't have you do
my killing for me.

But don't let that trick you
into thinking

that I don't have
the will or the ability

to do it under
different circumstances.

[Axe] Like
when I'm threatened...

You send someone
after me here,

they're gonna find that
I'm a very insulated, protected

and powerful man
in these fucking parts.

And there is nothing that I
won't do to defend what's mine.

You know,
I don't think I will.

I rather like the idea

of you stalking around,
stirring shit up.

But here. In America.

On the other hand,
if you come to Russia

or any of her territories,
then, Axe,

all bets are off.

You know,
I don't think I will.

Good.

Good.

♪ Bob Dylan's
"World Gone Wrong" ♪ plays --->

♪ Strange things
have happened ♪

♪ Like never before ♪

♪ My baby told me ♪

♪ I would have to go ♪

♪ I can't be good no more ♪

♪ Once like I did before ♪

♪ I can't be good, baby ♪

♪ Honey, because
the world's gone wrong ♪

(♪♪♪)

♪ Feel bad this morning ♪

♪ Ain't got no home ♪

♪ No use in worrying ♪

♪ 'Cause the world's
gone wrong ♪

♪ I can't be good no more ♪

♪ Once like I did before ♪

♪ I can't be good, baby ♪

♪ Honey, because
the world's gone wrong ♪

(♪♪♪)
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