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[Douglas] Previously
on Billions...

Taylor wants to destroy us.

They took the firefighters
not because

they needed that
particular money

but as a straight-up
"fuck you" to me.

What would Axe say
if he knew about this?

This has nothing
to do with him.

Commissioner Sansome,
I wonder if I could trouble you

on the small matter
of a carry permit

for a client of mine.

I'd like your permission
to see someone professional.

A dom?

You know I'm committed
to my government post--

The Secretary
of the Treasury.

But, I do like to keep an eye
peeled for opportunities.

We need
a strategic partnership.

Brian Dana's the right partner
for this project.

Taylor needs to be
the one to crush it.

[Wendy] That will be
the most devastating blow.

With their dad in town,

they're working on
something together.

Sounds sweet.

Right. Yeah.

Could be big too.

Applying for a wiretap.
On Charles Rhoades, Senior.

[Connerty]
Junior, too, actually.

FBI observed
father and son

on the building site
in question.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

You said 'emergency.'

♪♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Look out there.

[Brogan]
It's a Belgian Malinois.

Is that your dog?

Neighbor's.

Is it...?

Dead? Yes.

Are you drunk?

No.

I've been drinking.
It's different.

What the fuck
did you do?

The wife and I
had a fight.

♪♪♪

She decamped
to the Baccarat.

That storm earlier?

Rain was coming down.
It was dark as hell.

I hear this banging
at the back door,

saw a figure and fired.

It was instinct.
I'm a man of action.

Mm-hmm.

Why did you call me?

You're my
Michael Clayton.

I'm the Attorney General
of the State of--No.

Cops come yet?

I'm hoping anyone around
who heard the shot,

they thought
it was thunder--

[knock on door]
Who's that?

The cops.
You know, "They don't call."

Uh, I can
buy us some time,

but we're in a big
fucking jackpot here.

You'd better
engage a lawyer.

Try this one.

Now I'm gonna go out there
and try to make it

that you don't
get arrested tonight.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Oh, hello, officers.

Perhaps
you recognize me.

[urinating]

Mr. Secretary.

Mr. Attorney General.

Ah,
you can call me Jock.

Jock.
[urinating]

I always assumed
you got your nickname

because
you were an athlete.

Yeah, not exactly.

I see that.

Those little flies
painted in the basin,

they're good targets,
aren't they?

Indeed.

Yeah,
men need targets.

Keep things neat.

Sometimes
men become targets.

No one likes
to get pissed on.

You should know that
you are a target.

Chuck Rhoades has you
in his sights.

♪♪♪

[zips]

I'd appreciate any details
you could provide.

Well, I have been singing
the tune of the tufted titmouse,

but now
I gotta go silent.

[urinal flushes]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[doorbell rings]

You want some
Uova Picante Purgatorio?

That's Eggs in--
Purgatory, yes.

But no.

Close enough to that place
as it is, Commissioner.

That's why I'm here.
[chuckles]

Sure is.

Come on.

Oh.

There it is, huh?

The Little League
trophy!

To the victor.

You know, I'm glad I was able to
help you with that.

That thing's
in the rearview.

I'm already
onto next year.

Ah.

Right to it, then.

This is why you don't
put a weapon

in the hands of
an amateur.

I suppose we both bear
some blame for that.

Unh-unh-unh.
I bear nothing.

And you're gonna
make sure of that.

Yes.
And to that end,

the neighbor might not yet know
his dog is dead.

Even when
he finds out,

he won't find this.

You brought that
fucking thing here?

So we can
make it go away.

Hey, stop with
the "we" shit.

Neither of us should be
in the middle of this.

[chuckles] Well,
Brogan says I'm his fixer.

What,
like Michael Clayton?

We did get him
the carry permit,

so it's reasonable
that he believes--

We again! Stop that or
I'll brain ya with the trophy.

♪ dramatic music ♪

What the real Michael Clayton
would know is,

we are the exact people
who can't.

I can't. My signature's
on the permit.

It'll look like
I'm helping myself.

No, counselor.

You, alone,
have to make this right.

For all of us.

Because if it comes out that
you influence peddled

a gun permit
that killed a dog,

our reps and our careers
are gonna be deader

than that poor mutt.

It was a pure-breed.

Just like you.

So go fix it.

Now.

Leave me to my damn
eggs and gravy.

♪♪♪

Let's call this
off-site to order.

That's a little extreme,
isn't it,

meeting here in
your secret clubhouse?

Well, no one needs
to see this--

or you coming in
and out of Axe Cap

while we're about to
give you this task,

should you choose
to accept it.

Besides...

This idea's
a winner for you.

Aerospace innovation.

Plenty of upside, or I wouldn't
have brought it to you.

Brian Dana, 375Y.
He's the VC partner.

Smart guy, good shop,
for his scale.

I'm not gonna
lie to you.

The developer behind this tech
is Douglas Mason.

Taylor's father.

Big fucking drop.

But it's a solid play.
It's been vetted.

Vetted for making money

or for making Taylor's head
explode like in Scanners?

Bit of both.

Glad to know
up front this time.

And know this up front,

I'll lock in a price
so that I can buy it from you

once you control it,
at a healthy profit.

♪♪♪

[Axe]
So get in there.

[Axe] Make 'em an offer
they can't refuse.

[Wendy] Go in on
an entire slate,

so you can
disguise the intent.

[Rebecca] Oh, I will.

[Rebecca]
That's what I do.

We have already won.

We've doubled up.

Big VC player--
Rebecca Cantu--

wants to put in
a hundred million

and ramp up the timetable
to production.

That's what
I'm talking about!

People seeing
the intrinsic value.

What kind of controls
will we have?

What kind of say when
it comes to development,

deployment, personnel
on a go-forward?

All to be negotiated.

But my father, he'd still be
driving the R&D,

the production--

Exactly what
I was going to ask.

This Rebecca Cantu is clearly
a very smart woman.

She's buying your idea,
she's buying you, right?

It's a good point.

So you'll sit with her
as soon as we close.

I imagine the moment
she sits with you,

she'll realize
how crucial you are.

"Imagine me and you.
I do.

Happy together."

Most folks think
that's a love song,

but if you listen closely,
you'll hear it's about

a relationship that never
actually happened.

The key to unlocking it
is that word, "imagine."

Taylor and I are going to
step out for a microsecond.

[door opens]

I see where
you're going with this.

And now is the pause

where we think this through
before you do.

Because we would clear
38% on our investment--

in a matter of months.

And your father walks
with over five million--

The walking part
is the problem.

They will broom him--if not
right away, then soon enough.

Returns like this could
tell the story of our firm

for the next five years.

You're right.

And you were right
to pull me out here,

so I could have
a moment to think,

hear what I need in order to
frame the decision.

This is exciting,
but...

Taylor Mason Capital
passed.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Really?

You pass?
How can you pass?

Keeping my father in place
is my highest priority

and the key
to our success.

If we can't guarantee that,
then there is no deal.

And if this is just
the early action,

I'd rather let
the interest grow--

we'll do
even better later.

Okay, Taylor.
If that's what you want to do,

that's what we'll do.

[clears throat]

[Hammon]
I'll walk you out.

Thank you.

Taylor chose their father

over the short term hit
for their business.

Great stressors
can be bonding agents

instead of
tearing them apart.

And Taylor will feel quite good
about themself right now.

Fuck.

But the other pressure--

living up to this perfect vision
of who they're trying to be--

everything to their father--
that will build.

How fast?

Depends.
Can you accelerate it?

How far do you need me
to push this?

All the fucking way.
You really wanted this,

and I'm sorry that I couldn't
make it happen for you.

No.
No, it was a useful attempt.

Just showed me there may not be
a standard business solution

to get Taylor to
betray their father.

Well, then I guess we're done
looking for standard solutions.

Goody gumdrops.

I'll be at the office.

Thinking.
Planning.

Sure, say it, scheming.

All righty.

Uh, get you gentlemen
anything?

How are
your whiskey stores?

Shut for winter.

Well, hold onto your shtreimels,
because I got this done.

Purchased your neighbor's
silence for 100K.

Okay.

Oh, and a new
Malinois puppy,

of show quality.

Fuck.

That's gonna cost me
thousands more.

Especially if I have to jump up
the line at a top breeder.

[Chuck] Mm.
[chuckles]

Mm.

Feature me in a beret
and I'll paint you a picture.

You'll do time for
illegal discharge of a weapon.

My public service career
will be burnt toast.

And you'll be known the world
over as a drunken dog-killer.

Well, when you put it that way,
I accept the deal.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

Ready to hit it?
Yeah.

Hey, Bobby, heard you were
talking about

buying something before,

and I've been waiting
to tell you

about something
like that too.

Now seems like
the best time.

I got an offer
to sell this place.

Had my eye on
a property in Florida.

I can roll the money
right into it.

They offered me
close to a million dollars.

[laughs]
You imagine that?

An old paesan like me.

Okay.
So we'll open in Florida?

No, kid, can't.
You can't.

The water's not the same so
the crust wouldn't be either.

Well, I'll fly in
the New York water.

People do it.

Nah.

You know,
beach time for me.

Calm, calm.

Let's do this.
I'll advance you the money

so you can get
that property that you want.

Against a purchase price.

Meanwhile, you train
a replacement for here,

spend a couple of months
in the winter down there.

Come back refreshed.

And we plan for, what,
five years from now,

transition is complete,

and you're living down there
full time.

Yeah, yeah.

Sure, Bobby, if you think
that's the way that's best.

Yeah, good.

Okay, good. It's settled.
Good.

And we'll work out
a number.

Whatever you think.

You should head back to the city
ahead of me.

I'll catch up later.

All right.
Bye.

I need to use the back office
for the next few hours.

Go right in there.
Help yourself.

All right.
Sure.

So,
are you downsizing?

Uh, no.
It's...

Right now, a change
feels necessary.

I understand.
We'll find just the buyer.

[Brienne] I'll let you know
what price I recommend.

This place will be
a hit on Zillow.

You're going to do very well
when we sell.

[Wendy] Great.

[scoffs]

[door opens, closes]

We haven't
listed it yet.

I should hope not.

But I did ask her to come over
and put a value on it,

a price at which
she thinks it'll move.

I don't remember us
talking about this.

Oh, I know why.
Because we didn't.

I don't want to
blow up our family.

Or accept that you did.

But I don't see us
staying intact here

after everything
that's happened.

I mean, you sent us
out of this very house,

that another woman
could come in and...

Using our house
was your idea.

You didn't have to
say yes to it.

But that's not
nearly all.

This place doesn't feel

very much like a home to me
right now.

I know that feeling.

It's how I felt,
often, growing up.

I promised myself I'd never
create an environment where...

Have I ever told you
the pancake eater story?

No, I'd remember the name of
something like that.

Yes, you would.
[chuckles]

Sundays as a kid,

it was when we were
the closest thing

to what most folks would
consider a family.

I'd wake up to the smell
of pancakes and bacon

inundating the apartment.

My mother always gave the girl
the day off on Sundays.

That's how she'd put it
anyway.

And took great pride
in preparing

this incredible spread.

Orange juice,
fresh squeezed in a carafe.

The effect was stunning.

And as my mother put out these
perfectly prepared pancakes--

pat of butter on top,
syrup running down the sides

right on the plate,

Dad would sit down
with the paper,

at the head of the table,
and he'd tell her,

and me, that--oh, ho--
this--

this was living.

Oh, Chuck, it's spooky
when you do that.

You sound
just like him.

Look like him, too--
Maybe don't do it again.

Spooky part's coming.

Usually, he'd congratulate her
on the effort.

Thank her.

Let her know that, uh,

this was his ideal way
to spend a Sunday.

And as you might infer,

this brought me
great lightness.

A respite from the norm.

But then, uh, maybe once a year,
perhaps twice,

upon landing at his seat,
but before sitting,

a scowl would
come across his face.

And my father would

sweep the bacon,
carafe of juice

and, yes, those perfect
pancakes, off the table

and onto the floor
in a fit of rage.

And he'd look at
my cowering mother and scream,

"What the hell do I look like,
a goddamned pancake eater?"

And then
he'd storm out.

And my mother
would fall to pieces

even as she scrambled to
clean it all up and put it away.

She'd spend
the rest of the day

fretting over what she'd done
to set him off,

and hoping
he'd come home.

And eventually,
he would.

And she'd apologize
to him.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Good lord.

Yeah,
that's not the punchline.

No, the punchline
is the night

when I was about
eight-years-old,

and he came into my room,

after one of these
fractious mornings.

"You know why I did what I did,
Sonny?

Keep things fresh
and exciting for her.

So she doesn't take it all
for granted.

And to make her
appreciate

the Sundays I don't
break it all apart.

A woman has a subconscious
desire to be dominated.

Remember that.

Use it."

I...

That's where
I come from, Wend.

I don't get violent,
throw things or cheat.

But I can't seem to
be normal either.

♪♪♪

I'm trying though.

As hard as I know how.

And I implore you,

don't put our home
up for sale.

But rather work with me,

love me as I do you,

and, uh, let's find
our way back.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I'm touched by you
going this deep.

This excavation.

I understand what it takes
to go there and pull it out.

And I want that all
to be enough...

And maybe it would've been
if you told me

before your own pancake eater
moment on TV,

in front of
the whole world.

Yeah, I know, I know.

But can you just--

I'm trying to.

The best I know how.

But I can't promise you
anything, Chuck.

♪♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

Your mother's gonna
love this place.

She'll think it
too expensive.

Do you?

I wouldn't have offered it
to you if I did.

Besides, the company
will pay for it.

As it should.

It's exactly
what I needed.

Enough room to pace.

Enough buildings and sky to
induce productive ideation.

And it will convince Mom,
as well, I hope.

I can't wait for her to be here,
too, actually.

Feelings
she also holds.

I can't tell you
the number of times

she wanted us
to come visit.

I just wasn't...

It's good
you're ready now.

Yeah.
It is.

Reunited
and it feels so good.

Dad, did you just quote
a pop song?

[chuckles]

I guess it's catching.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I come bearing my war club,
to join with yours.

Who are we
bludgeoning?

I'm here to tell you
that our interests

are finally
100 percent aligned.

Yeah. I got that part.
Who?

Chuck Rhoades knows about
my Cayman Islands activity.

We can take him out
together.

It's what
you've always wanted.

Ah, so that dogged prosecutor
has picked up your scent.

Not fun, is it?
No.

Got that river of sweat
running down your crack

like a bombing comedian?

Yes. Mm.

Will you help me?

Of course, Todd.

You merely had to ask.

Shall we prick our thumbs
and bleed them together

like Tom and Huck?

You know, to become
blood brothers?

I feel we already have.

[chuckles]

Jesus,
that pizza smells sweet.

Can I get a slice to go?

I'll trade ya a whole pie,

plus solve
your Rhoades problems,

for an introduction to a certain
guy who works for your outfit.

Yeah, anybody.
Who?

Robert Beaufort.

"Hard Bob" Beaufort,
huh?

He brooks no bullshit.

But sure.
I'll make the intro.

You'll have to take it
from there.

Then I'll go get
that pizza.

Make it a Sicilian?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I don't have much experience
with this.

Picking out furniture?

With setting my parents up
in a place.

Getting it furnished.
All of it.

And, yes, I want to use
your eye for style.

You have a great and specific
sense of style yourself.

Thank you. But they don't
necessarily share my--

Ah.

I'm closer in age to them
than you are.

Yes, but you're not
like them at all.

If they were here, all they'd
notice is what things cost.

Argue about it.

Instead of noticing how these
things might make them feel.

How the clean lines
and angles

make for a calm,
ideal environment.

Yet you're clear
you want them here.

I do.
But it'll be different.

It is.

It's a good thing.

Family.

For you.

♪♪♪

But that doesn't mean
it'll be easy.

Or should be.

Like when someone--man, woman,
whomever--has a baby.

It's undoubtedly good,
but it's not cost neutral.

Family creates obligation
and stress,

distraction, pain,
vulnerability.

I mean, the hope is that
the connection,

the shared history,
the love matters more.

Some people use it as a brand
new source of motivation.

They do.

Then I guess I do
see it that way.

That's the justification.

We have a new start
at a family.

And I really
want it to work.

Then I'm sure it will.

And whatever cost will be
small enough to not even matter.

In the grand scheme.

Mr. Beaufort,
come on in.

♪♪♪

They call me "Hard Bob,"
and you know why?

I have an idea.

'Cause
I brook no bullshit.

Neither do I.

Now the reason I wanted
to talk to you

is because I have something of
a special favor.

I only took this meeting because
the Secretary asked me to.

But that doesn't mean
I have to do what you ask

or even listen to
your ask.

Got it?

♪♪♪

[telephone rings]

Sonny.

[Chuck] Hello, Dad.

Is this the daily
"I love you" call?

Son, I have neither time
nor inclination

to dicker around with
protestations of emotion.

[Senior] If you need my words as
reassurance of affection--

Oh, no, no.
No, sir.

Your feelings are made manifest
with each interaction.

I should hope so.

Now, look.

I have run into a financing snag
with my development.

[Senior] Banks used to be set up
by gentlemen, for gentlemen.

But a couple of Keatings and
Madoffs behave unscrupulously,

and now the personal touch,
the respect, is gone.

Banks have-- have become
businesses without souls.

I'm pretty sure banks
never had souls, Dad.

What's the problem?

They want
too much collateral.

Assets that
I've otherwise outlaid.

Now, I know you have some
banking contacts these days.

Highly placed.

[Senior] If I could find
some favorable terms--

And you want to discuss
this with me here,

while I'm at the epicenter
of New York law?

While I'm in the Attorney
General's very chair.

I'm talking to you as a son,
not the AG.

[Senior] And you know how
you know that?

Because I would never
tell some random AG

how much I love him.

[laughs]

Okay.

Fine, old man,

[Chuck] I'll try to help.

[Chuck] Know why?

[Chuck]
Because I love you, too.

♪♪♪

[Senior]
Oh, for the love o' Christ.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

So how are we going to
skin this--

♪♪♪

Who we looking to field dress,
Secretary Krakow?

You sold me over,
you sonofabitch.

That's a very untextured
way of thinking, Todd.

Don't do it.

I know this isn't
what you were looking for.

But this is the best--
and only--

option out there for you

once you ended up
on law enforcement radar.

He's right.

And it won't be
all bad.

Oh.

Now have a seat, Mr. Secretary,
we have much to discuss.

Starting with your activities
in the tropics

[Chuck] but perhaps ending
with you a free man,

without any harm to your future
prospects or reputation.

See?
Not all bad.

Okay, counselor.

♪♪♪

Hit me.

♪♪♪

[door closes]

[chuckles]

♪♪♪

It'll be a couple of weeks
until the long form contracts

are ready to be signed,
but--

I'm eager to proceed.
I don't want paperwork

to stop us from making
certain project deadlines.

Great. If we can start ordering
the materials and equipment--

[knock on door]

God,
I hate interrupting.

But some guy from
the government is here

and kind of demanding
to see you.

Hello, folks.

I'm Robert Beaufort.

I'm from the Bureau of
Industry and Security.

I've become aware
of your tech

from my brethren
over in the patent office.

In fact,
they stuck a flag in it

and fired it over to me
in the old pneumatic tube.

Being humorous.
We don't use the tubes.

They emailed me.

Anyhow, we're going to need to
hold up any production plans.

[Douglas]
That's an insane request.

This is intended for private
sector, non military use.

This is not a request.

This is sensitive technology

with national defense
and security implications.

My understanding of the
Bureau's--your department's--

role is to
aid and support

innovation in
the private sector.

It can be,
and it is.

But above that
our mandate is security,

especially when it comes to the
export of sensitive technology.

We have, under authority
of the government,

the power to seize
and control said tech

in the name of
our nation's safety.

It's true.

We have determined
that US 18/287,134

is vital to national security
at this time.

You do have the right
to challenge

at an administrative
proceeding.

If we do that,
the tech gets public.

[Beaufort] Exactly.
Which is why we prefer

[Beaufort]
to forgo the hearings

[Beaufort]
and the attendant publicity.

We do in extraordinary cases
like this

offer to cover R&D spending
to date,

plus an 8% premium on investment
for an NDA on the matter.

We're going to need an opinion
of counsel before any--

Of course.

Didn't expect anything
signed today.

I will, however,
leave you with this.

This is an order
outlining which materials

I expect to be turned over
immediately.

♪♪♪

You have my card.

We'll be in touch.

[door opens, closes]

Listen, folks, my investment
is entirely contingent

upon you making
this problem disappear.

Instantly.

I've got a meeting.

Shit.

This was
Bobby Axelrod.

[laughter]

♪ dramatic music ♪

Holy fuck
this one felt good.

You think about
how to entice a man.

What he loves.

Of course, it all starts with
girls and money.

[Axe] But it gets more
complicated from there--

yeah, cars, property, jobs,
access to special doctors,

schools for their kids,
life dreams, goals.

You know, sometimes
it even gets spiritual--

Vatican tours, with the Pope
washing their feet,

meeting the Dalai Lama,
whatever.

And in this case?

Was it Vatican City?

This case?
Oh, no.

This case, no, it turned out
to be girls and money.

[laughter]

♪♪♪

Hard Bob Beaufort
is a film fan.

Turns out,
he really loves the classics.

[Axe] Ladies,

this is Hard Bob.

Hello, Hard Bob.

I'm Lisa Ann.

I know.

I know.
And you're--

That's right, Hard Bob,
I am.

♪ up-tempo music ♪

Well, this is not the zoo,
Hard Bob.

You can come as close
as you want.

♪♪♪

[Vivian]
Look at this picture.

Really look at it.

Ah.

Mr. Vivian.

Uh, may I
call you Shel?

Shelby. Sure.

Mr. Eisen here
is a trusted friend.

And when he asked if
I could see you, I said yes.

But I fail to see--

Well, I can see
how special the animal was,

but I can't see how I have
anything to do with this matter.

You can't,
Mr. Rhoades?

Can I call you Charles?

Chuck.

Chuck. Sure.

Well, Eisen here wants me
to settle for 100K.

You did settle for 100K.

I have the papers.
Signed.

And I gave you
a check.

Here's that check
right back at you.

And here's another picture
for you to look at, Chuck,

which might
tell the story

as to why
I am in your office.

I know what
this whole thing is.

Cover up.

No such thing.
That's a wildly overblown term.

Look.

The loss of
my Charlemagne

was worth more than
the 100,000 and a new puppy.

Mm.

How much more?

I get 250,000 dollars,
or I go public,

way public, with this
whole damn conspiracy.

There is no conspiracy...
Shelby.

But I see
how pained you are.

And I'm moved by it.

Mr. Eisen here
will get with Mr. Brogan

and produce
the amount required.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[door opens, closes]

♪♪♪

Just got off the phone
with the lawyer.

She said what we're facing is
similar to eminent domain.

They can do it,
we can push back.

Can we win?
[Hammon] She says maybe.

How long will it take?

Two and a half,
three years.

I spun like Katarina Witt
in Sarajevo

but there's nothing new out
there ready to come on board.

[Lauren] I made the rounds with
our current investors, too.

We may lose some.

I need to sit with
the Firefighters.

Get me a meeting
with Ken Shaddock.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[keys clacking]

Your ex-protégé is a hell of
a businessperson.

Sniffing out the initial trap
was smart.

They are indeed.

That's what's gonna
make it so rewarding

when they take the smart
business decision

to crush their father.

Because what they won't know,
until it's too late,

is how hollow
it will make them feel.

Uh, remind me to never
stab you in the back.

Consider yourself
reminded.

Mm-hmm.

What's that
you're devouring

like a gluten-free croissant
over there?

Oh, kiss my ass.

You know I don't fuck with
gluten-free.

And this is
my next thing.

Saler's
department stores.

Huh.

That chain's like
a wheezing elephant

ready to stumble
to its knees.

Uh, until
I get a hold of it

and hit it in the ass with
a giant shot of B-12.

You're gonna restore it
to its former glory?

Oh, you're fucking right
I am.

There's a lot of debt
against it, babe.

It's not gonna be easy.
Well, I don't do easy.

If I wanted that
I'd move to Florida

and work on my tan
with Bruno.

[chuckles]
Yeah.

It's good that he seemed happy
with what I laid out.

Mm.

No?

That is some sweet deal
I'm giving him.

Are you gonna speak or just
sit there silently doubting?

Um...

Bruno knows
you get what you want.

So he's made peace
with that.

But he wants to
live in Florida.

What kind of life
would it be?

Playing canasta with
a bunch of other retirees.

Shuffleboard.

Dragging down to the drugstore
to get his prescriptions?

I don't want that
kind of life for him.

Nothing to fight for.

Nothing to make him feel like
he's still in it.

It's giving up.
Dying.

For you. For you,
it would be giving up.

But maybe for him,
after a lifetime

in front of a hot oven,
it would finally be living.

You put your faith in me.

There's something
sacred in that.

And I'm not the sort
to use that word.

No, no,
it is a sacred trust.

There is no other word.

You made me believe
you understood that.

And that you wouldn't
let these firefighters down.

I won't. Even as I wage
this other battle.

You know, before the department
I was in the service,

so I'm a bit of an expert
on two-front wars.

What happens,
no matter how well trained

and capable the army is,

more people die.

I will personally
be down in the muck--

Yeah, see, why is that
a good thing?

In a firefight,
an infantryman's job

is to zero in on his target
and shoot.

To the exclusion
of all else.

But he can't see anything else
besides that target

through the aperture
of his rifle sights.

It's a very small picture.

That's why a leader,
as much as he wants to fire,

needs to keep his weapon
at full port arms

and scan
the entire battlefield.

To see it all.

[Shaddock]
Let's measure it.

For a normal,
disciplined person,

this kind of engagement
would cost 50 percent.

So even for you,

will it cost you 20,

or 10,
even 3 percent?

Let's say you're right,
for the sake of argument.

At 97 percent focused,

I am certain you will not see
any change in results.

But to guarantee that,
let's do this.

Stay with me as long
as we're positive.

[Taylor] But the moment I slip
into negative territory,

I return your money
that day.

It's virtually risk proof
for you.

No deal, Mason.

You dump the other company
or we go.

I'm sorry
this didn't work out.

I know we would've done
great work together.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Okay.

[door opens]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Hammon] So?

He put me to a decision
and I had to let him go.

Shit.

[Taylor]
How went it with Dana?

He's out, too.

He says sorry and hopes
to see us down the road.

And I talked to the lawyer,
the bank and accounting.

You're gonna have to drive
this yourself, carry the risk.

Bank's gonna want you to
put up the money yourself.

Your bonus from last year.

Or we get the broker
to do a securities loan.

Fine.
But no margin.

Yeah.
I can get that done.

I'm not sure you should.

It's a big
fucking commitment.

A big commitment
has already been made.

And it holds. It has to.
To my father.

You have another.

To Taylor Mason Capital
itself.

You have to
make both work.

Or none of it will.

♪♪♪

I just got word.

The Firefighters Fund
is gon-zo.

♪♪♪

That's check.

You ready to go
topple the king?

♪♪♪

[cellphone vibrating]

♪ dramatic music ♪

Hello?

I need to see you.

♪♪♪

Now.

Promise me this conversation
stays private.

That's the understanding
we've had the whole time.

I just want to
restate it.

Because I need to
tell you something,

and it's--
it's a big risk for me.

You have my word.

Axe knows you lost
the Firefighters.

He said they were
the air support

protecting the rest
of your ventures.

He said you chose your father
over your business.

[chuckles]
I admire that.

He may not,
but I do.

That you can be one of the
people that finds the balance.

Who can be happy
at enough.

He could never do that.

But you didn't
let the fact

that your father exploited
your need for his approval

stop you from
choosing family.

That's truly impressive.

But Axe is coming
for you now,

and nothing's
going to stop him.

So you came to warn me.

He's so far gone...
with negativity.

Annihilation.

Annihilating you,
in particular.

I've never seen such
single-mindedness.

It's toxic.

Corrosive.

I went to work for
a financial genius,

not Shiva the Destroyer.

It gets hard
to be around.

How can you even stand
working there anymore?

I'm not sure I can.

I'm not sure I can be a part of
what he's planning.

I'm thinking
about quitting.

♪♪♪

Nope. Fuck.

You're not here
to warn me.

"I'm thinking about quitting."
That's one too many.

I've trained myself
to recognize

when someone overplays
their hand,

and you did, just now.

But you've built
the perfect box.

No escape without
catastrophic loss.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

That furniture will look good
in this place.

I hope your parents
are happy here.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Ken Shaddock, please.

♪♪♪

Positive news, Dad.

My prostate is gonna shrink
back to its former size?

Not that, but it may make you
smile just as much.

Qatar State Bank is going to be
taken off the restricted list

and it's ready to give you
a sweetheart of a loan.

Well, you're right,
that does bring a grin.

[Senior]
Are you sure about this?

[Chuck] Got it straight from
the Secretary Of The Treasury.

[clears throat]

You know Jewish people
have 613 rules--mitzvot--

for determining
what's kosher in life?

"Hey, what don't you know?"
"Innit?"

And in this country
we've got

about a million
banking regulations--

and this has got to violate
a bunch of them.

Oh, this shit is definitely
not kashrut.

Oh hoh.
You're not the only one

who lives in the big city.

Now, unless the bank
came off the list legitimately,

in which case--
In which case

we could take a look
at why it came off the list.

How, exactly? Why now?
Who was behind it?

You want to start
getting those answers?

Love to.
Great.

♪♪♪

Dad,
I have something for you.

What the fuck is this?

A check for
1.3 million dollars.

You caved.

You folded
and took the deal?

Government's gonna
mothball my project.

Or worse, deploy it
as they see fit.

I assessed all the options
and it was the only one left.

It was not the only one.

It was the only one that allowed
me to get the Firefighters back,

which will save this place,

because without it,
there is nothing.

There's my life's work,

my tech,

my fucking dream.

Which to you is nothing
in the face of

recoupment
of your investment

plus 8 fucking percent.

♪♪♪

I'm sorry it worked out
this way.

It's unfortunate but my enemies
seemed to have found a way

to aim the government at us
like a nuclear weapon.

How did they know
where to aim?

How did they know
to hurt this venture?

I did it.

I told Wendy
about your dad.

Not--Not really.
She seemed to know.

I just said
the word 'startup.'

How, exactly, did you and
Wendy Rhoades end up talking?

S-She just...

She was supposed to
meet a friend,

and the friend
didn't show.

Oh, Taylor,
I got played.

No, Mafee,
I got played.

You were
mere confirmation.

I, too, spoke with her.

At first,
I thought it was benign.

Then I thought
I could use the forum,

gain from it,
but instead I was infected.

[Douglas] The fact that
you have enemies like this,

the fact that
you were once aligned

with such
despicable people,

maybe give that some thought
while I'm gone.

So you're leaving?
We could try ano--

You're damn skippy
I'm leaving.

What's possibly going to
keep me here now?

♪♪♪

Yeah.

This is one time I'm sorry
my thesis proves out.

Thesis?

You taught me,
don't just have an idea.

Build the model
that proves it.

Sara, call Shaddock
with the Firefighters.

Tell him I did what I said
and we're back in business.

Wait,
this is all a test?

Not a test.
A confirmation.

I needed to remind myself
who you really are.

Wendy said it.

I didn't want her to be right,
but she was.

I didn't chose the Firefighters
over you, Dad.

I chose what you wanted
over what I needed.

Don't you need me?

Yes,
and I always have.

But the version of you
I really need--

the one who's a father first--
he doesn't exist.

'Cause all he cares about
is his own advancement.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I'm leaving.

And I'm taking my
fin technology with me.

No, you're not.
I owned it.

And I sold it
to the government.

You people.

♪♪♪

All you care about
is fucking money.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

You know what, kid?

You are just like me.

Only colder.

Yeah.

So maybe
I'll actually win.

Maybe,
but I'll say this.

It won't feel like it.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Sir, you're gonna need
to come with us.

Why?
What the fuck?!

-Come on.
-Don't make us cuff you.

Hey!

[door closes]

Rhoades.

I'm not easily scared.

Especially because you have
no cause of action to arrest me.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

You're not
under arrest.

No, in the old days
they called this a 'rousting.'

Now, that's
old-fashioned policing,

designed to
send a message.

And where can it go?

Well,
you can be brought in.

Put in holding.
You ever visit the Tombs?

It makes for a very edifying
24 to 48 hours.

Or you might be found to be
'resisting,' on the street,

and then the boys get
a little baton practice.

And these men are
my personal force.

There's nothing that
they won't do for me.

But I don't want to talk about
any of that.

No.
I want to talk about dogs.

And the people
who own 'em.

I love a good dog.

I, myself,
have had one for years.

But I don't fool myself,
as so many do.

Fool yourself?
Mm.

About which way the loyalties
really run.

Do you know what happens when
a solo pet owner dies alone?

Nope.

Oh, you don't want to admit
to yourself that you know.

But you do.

At some point, the pet decides
that its own survival

matters more than
its fondness for its owner.

And what do they do?

Well, most often, they go for
the nose or cheek flesh first.

Now, is that because
their love is so great,

they want to be one with
their former best friend?

I don't choose
to think so.

No, I just bet those are
the most delicious morsels.

And I don't
blame 'em at all.

Because when their very lives
are at stake,

how can they
stand on ceremony?

After all, their owner
is already dead.

But I'm not in desperate straits
as the dog in your story is.

Oh, but you are.

You don't really think
Eisen put you in front of me

without us knowing
what would happen, do you?

He brought you in so that,
in front of a witness,

you would try to extort

the sitting
New York Attorney General.

With threats to expose him
if he didn't pay you off.

That's an open
and shut case.

Your own lawyer would
force you to take a plea

the first day
you engaged him.

♪♪♪

But, because, as I said,
I'm a dog guy,

I understand why
you felt you had to.

Still the dog is dead.

And you are sitting here
starving.

♪♪♪

I see.

But, and here's the day
brightener for you.

I have no need to bring this
into open court.

What I propose to do
instead is

give you this.

Ah.

That's a purebred
Belgian Malinois puppy.

With papers.

And it's yours.

Along with
the 100,000 already paid.

And you sign this.

Which says
I drop my complaint.

It sure does.

Now and forever.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Hi, Mafee!

Not now, Ben.

You.

Do you have any fucking idea
what you've done?

I used to think you were this
idealized version of a person

with all the answers
and the ability to make

each of us the best
of who we could be.

I trusted you.
We all did.

Because you charmed,
manipulated, worked us to.

All with that bullshit
Buddha smile.

And now I know that what
was behind that smile

wasn't some serene
and wise teacher.

Hey!
It hid a sick, vicious phony.

Now I know that's what you
really are--a goddamned monster.

Hey!
Traitorous motherfucker.

Yeah, leave her alone,
you fucking goon!

You tried to sabotage
this firm!

Fuck you, Bill!
You don't talk to a man

like Dollar Bill Stearn
like that.

-Fuck you, too!
-Guys. Mafee--

I am gonna
kick your ass!

Bring it, asshole!

Let it happen.
We both want it.

No fighting where
Mr. Axelrod is liable.

I'll sign whatever!
That's two of us!

Get him outta here!

Let's do it in the ring then,
fucknut!

Any time, any place,
motherfucker!

Rumble in the Jungle!
Thrilla in Manila! Zaire!

You're a garbage person,
Wendy.

That's what you are.
It's what you all are!

♪♪♪

Fuck you.

I guess
we hit the target.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

It's done.

Done means signed,
sealed, delivered.

Is that what you're telling me?
I am.

He acknowledges that
his dog was a repeated menace

and you acted
in self-defense.

He releases you
from responsibility

and will not tell
or sell the story.

Welp. Now we know,
definitively.

You really are
a power broker.

And, uh, I'm gonna
say it directly,

so it's between us
and acknowledged.

Down the 'pike, I will
ask something of you.

Something hard.

Something that will be
very costly for you to do.

And you will
deliver it for me.

I will.

You've shown me, by example,
what might happen if I don't.

Can I have it back?

[clears throat]

That thing
goes off again,

lose my number.

♪ Joni Mitchell's "River" ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[chuckles]

♪ It's coming on Christmas ♪

♪ They're cutting down trees ♪

♪ They're putting up reindeer ♪

♪ And singing songs
of joy and peace ♪

♪ Oh, I wish I had a river ♪

♪ I could skate away on ♪

♪ But it don't snow here ♪

Wendy says
don't touch it.

[laughs] Smells too good
to leave untouched.

It's here to create the sensory
impression of a perfect home.

That smell that drove you
to get out fork and knife,

even though moments before
you had no idea you wanted pie.

It brings warmth.

Contentment.

And that's what's called for
right now.

Mm-hmm.
Why?

People are coming
to look at the house.

Real buyers.

Your kids are out
with the babysitter.

[scoffs]

And where's Wendy?

Out.

It'd be good
if you were out, too.

♪ Stays pretty green ♪

♪ I'm gonna make
a lot of money ♪

♪ Then I'm gonna quit
this crazy scene ♪

♪ Oh, I wish I had a river ♪

♪ I could skate away on ♪

[sighs]

♪ I wish I had a river so long ♪

♪ I would teach my feet to ♪

♪ Fly ♪

♪ Oh, I wish I had a river ♪

♪ I could skate away on ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I made my baby cry ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ He tried hard to help me ♪

♪ You know, he put me at ease ♪

♪ And he loved me so naughty,
made me weak in the knees ♪

♪ Oh, I wish I had a river ♪

♪ I could skate away on ♪

♪♪♪

Hey, Bobby.

Just catching up here.

♪♪♪

Bruno.

Tell me
what you really want.

Don't matter.

That other deal,
I told 'em to get lost.

'Cuz we got a deal.

I asked what you want.

The way I drew it up
in my head?

[chuckles]

Walk down to a cafe
each morning,

bright and sunny,

have an espresso.

Go and do
some surf casting,

catch some pompano,
some snapper.

Pack 'em in salt
and bake 'em al forno.

[laughs]

Eat 'em with
a nice vermentino.

Hit the track,
hit the--hit the links.

Definitely
roll some bocci.

Walk home along
the beach at night.

Kids come down
and visit for the holidays.

[Bruno] Maybe...

meet a nice widow
to share it with.

Uh huh.

That's it.

Go do it.

I'll buy you out.

Tonight.

With enough to set yourself up
as you want down there.

[laughs]

And sell the place
to you?

Yeah.

And what are you gonna do
with it, huh?

Make it a museum?
No.

One thing you're gonna need
to realize, kid,

your childhood,
your heart,

it ain't
in that pizza oven.

It's inside you.

Yeah,
that may be true.

But that oven makes
a damn good pie.

That's a fact that.

Come on.

I think you got a full house
out there.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Oh, yeah!

[cheers and applause]

♪♪♪

What did you do?
What did you do?

The family just wanted
to show you some love.

Hey, thanks for
inviting me, Axe.

Hey, 'course, Freddy,
you're family, too.

Thank you.
Here's to you, Bruno.

[laughs]

[both speak indistinctly]

Love you.
Hey, salud, everybody.

[all] Salud!

-Oh.
[glasses clinking]

♪ It's coming on Christmas ♪

♪ They're cutting down trees ♪

♪ They're putting up reindeer ♪

♪ Singing songs of
joy and peace ♪

♪ I wish I had a river ♪

♪ I could skate ♪

♪ Away on ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[sobbing]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪