All language subtitles for Billions.S04E10.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[Bach] Previously
on Billions...

Dr. Rhoades, your medical
license is under review.

I'm sorry. Why?

There have been
accusations of malpractice.

You reported me
to the Medical Board?

Yes, I did.

Are you going to say
it wasn't warranted?

Help me, Chuck,
or I'm fucking lost.

Make them drop
the inquest?

Is something you can do.

[Taylor] Tomorrow is
Rebecca Cantu's first day

as CEO of Saler's.

I want it to be
a bad one for her.

I'm going to need to withdraw
from the board.

Me, too.
How come?

We sold our shares.

Who'd you sell to?

Taylor Mason.

I'm here to apply
for a wiretap.

On Chuck Rhoades,
for public corruption.

The relationship between
the good judge and Mr. Rhoades

is all the more reason
why the wire is needed.

Well played.

You have your wire.

I have run into a financing snag
with my development.

So how are we going to
skin this--

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

Positive news, Dad.

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

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

[Senior]
Are you sure about this?

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

In the last year,
your house was paid off.

Yeah, my wife
came into some money.

I'm sorry, do you...
do you want a towel, or...

I'm good.

The Medical Board...

I'm sorry, Wend.

You're gonna have to
take your chances with them.

Then I know
it couldn't be done.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ U2's "New Year's Day" ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[Krakow] The bank I moved
off the restricted list--

[Chuck] Qatar State Bank--

[Krakow] That's right.
A report came in.

[Krakow] I'm gonna
have to move it

[Krakow] back onto
the restricted list.

[Chuck] Shit.

[Krakow] We need to meet.
Your father too.

[Chuck] [sighs]
How about New Year's Day?

[Chuck] Things will be quiet...

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ All is quiet ♪

Happy New Year.
♪ On New Year's Day ♪

Totally.
And to you.

Just how I planned
to spend it.

♪ A world in white ♪

Where'd he pull you from?

♪ Gets underway ♪
Turks. You?

St. Barths.

I don't mind.

If it wasn't for this job,
the only way

I'd see St. Barths
is on the Travel Channel.

If I could afford cable.
Come on.

♪♪♪

♪ Nothing changes
on New Year's Day ♪

♪♪♪

♪ On New Year's Day ♪

♪ I will be with you ♪

I can win, right?

We wouldn't be prepping
if we didn't think--

Shit.

You don't think
I can win.

Would Axe be Skyping in if
he didn't think there was a--

Better if
he were here.

Always is. But the boys
had their hearts set on Fiji.

Skype is not the same.

But I guess
it'll be fine.

Has to be better than fine.

You've got to treat today
like the real thing.

We're going to
make it hard on you.

Because when you face
the Medical Board,

and your license is at stake,
it'll be brutal.

These are smart people.

Can I win?

You have to convince the Board
that your work with Taylor,

with all the people here, isn't
part of your medical practice.

That the sessions aren't.

That they are
performance coaching sessions.

That Taylor wasn't a patient,
but rather a client,

who doesn't enjoy
doctor-patient confidentiality--

Orrin.

Can. I. Win?

I'll let you know
when we're done today.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[elevator dings]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Old friends become enemies,
old enemies become new--

We were never friends.

So, when do we get
this thing started--

I know: you only have
the morning to give--

No. I'm eager. Eager to get you
free of this, is all.

As long as it can be
'accomplished by midday repast.'

[exhales sharply]

Well, we're all here,
so let's get started-- Mm.

[Axe] Well.
It's about time.

Been waiting on you.

You're here!

Let's win this thing.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Axe] Yeah.
Helo landed a few hours ago.

The waves were
a little big.

Gordie got scraped
on a coral.

Deanie's surfboard
got broken in half.

We have front-row seats at
the Rangers game tomorrow,

[Axe] they were happy
to bug out of there.

♪♪♪

[clears throat]

You weren't expected
to be here.

Fair enough.

Dr. Rhoades,
we're holding this inquest

over your severe
ethics violation

and misuse of
patient records.

Tell us about the nature of
your sessions with Taylor Mason.

I never discuss what I talk
about with patients.

So Taylor was
your patient?

[Bach] If we find there was
a breach, it was a breach of

doctor-patient
confidentiality then.

Client.
I meant client.

Taylor was a client

in my performance enhancement
practice.

♪ dramatic music ♪

We have to assume
Wendy Rhoades will be

buttoned down, focused,
primed to go.

I rattled her.
She was rattled.

And then
I rattled her.

But I suspect, as Sara does,
that Wendy will rally.

And that she'll slay.

So we have to
slay harder.

You do, Taylor.

Tell me to slay,
I'll slay.

Let's get into it.

Slayed me last night.

What did you all do
for New Year's Eve?

I mostly stayed in
and did some reading.

Same.

You stayed in.
That doesn't sound like--

Not same.

I just mean,
I didn't do much.

Amateur night, you know?

I prefer to party on the nights
they're not out.

So I just hit a diner...
with some friends.

A friend.

Ahh, I wish I'd known you were
just chilling, Lauren.

Happy New Year!
Right?

Hello.
[clears throat]

This is Lonnie Watley.

He was a star under Rhoades
at SDNY.

Chuck trained me.
I worked closely with him.

I can tell you: if he is
preparing his wife

for the hearing,
she will be well-prepped.

She will be ready to kill.

And she will say absolutely

anything she needs to,
in order to win.

True or not.

What is your relationship
with them now?

I need to know that--
Do they have hooks in me?

No. They don't.

Sara relayed to me what happened
between you and Wendy.

And my experience
was similar.

Brought close
just to be expelled.

Like Sammy Hagar
in Van Halen.

Because, in the end,
the Rhoades' only really

take care of
the Rhoades'.

Sounds a lot
like the Axelrods.

Either way,
let's go get 'em.

We will.
But you should know:

if you pursue this
it's not risk-free for you.

I'm not afraid of
an attack from them--

If you appear
and testify against Wendy,

they could introduce
information about you,

[Lonnie] information that you
don't want out there.

Shit gets written down.
Leaks happen.

Suddenly your character and
your conduct's being questioned.

That's how they roll.

We don't need our investors

learning about
your personal demons--

Is this something you want to
consider, Taylor?

[Lauren] It's worth
considering--

And now we have.
We may come back to it.

But first,
let's figure out

how to strip Wendy
of her goddamn license.

You know how we win?
'Cause I know how we win.

We make it so Taylor
doesn't show up.

They stop cooperating
with the Medical Board.

[Bach] It's true,
if Taylor didn't appear,

or refused to state,
on the record,

what Wendy did--
this matter disappears.

That's not going to happen,
though.

Well. Maybe I could
induce it to happen.

[Axe] Offer them
something they need.

Create leverage.
You know, what I do.

Oooh...
I can't recommend--

Risky move, Bobby.

Agreed.
If Taylor doesn't go for it,

and instead takes it to
the Board, we're fucked worse.

Well, Charl, none of this would
have happened in the first place

if you would have done
what you were asked.

Taylor should be
dealing with

their own legal problems
right now--

Oh. I hardly think I'm to blame
on this one, Bub.

Your gang war resulted
in extra bodies--

Stop.

Taylor won't be bought,
won't be moved,

and trying will only
make it worse.

I can't let anyone engage
and ask them to drop it.

I won't give Taylor
the fucking satisfaction.

Sorry to pull you out,
but, uh, there's an issue.

Mm.

What do you got?

Fuck me.

What is it?

A shitty
New Year's present.

It's a Picasso--
Boy With Pipe.

It's also a huge
fucking tax problem.

Once you sign that, I've got
seventeen more crates

scheduled to come to you
after the holiday.

I'm not signing that.

Well. You got to.
To take possession.

You busy today?

No, but I'd like to be done.
You know.

Go home
and watch a bowl game.

Oh, yeah, sure.

That is a thousand bucks--

and a few more for them--

I need you to
wait here awhile.

Ho, a day changer.
Alright.

Okay.

Get him a chair, a coffee,
some food-- whatever he wants.

Set up the game
on the laptop for him.

This may take a minute.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Right now that painting
and 17 others like it

are gonna run over me
like a Mack truck.

I need you to get Sean Ayles in
here now--this is his fuck-up.

Not that he'll be
able to solve it.

So get Victor in here too.
Fast.

I will.

♪♪♪

Judge Funt.

Even though court is closed,
justice never slumbers.

At the SDNY, we are always
open for business.

[chuckles]

And I'll play you
today's.

[Krakow] The bank I moved
off the restricted list--

[Chuck] Qatar State Bank--

[Krakow] That's right.
A report came in.

[Krakow] I'm gonna
have to move it

[Krakow] back onto
the restricted list.

[Chuck] Shit.

[Krakow] We need to meet.
Your father too.

[Chuck] [sighs]
How about New Year's Day?

[Chuck] Things will be quiet...

The wiretaps on their telephones
are no longer enough.

We need to
step up surveillance.

As you heard, Judge,
they're going to meet in person

in pursuit of their crimes
and we need to be listening.

The Title III
intercept request.

I'm going to deny
bugging the NYAG office,

that's outside the pale.

But I'll grant--
reluctantly--

transmission bugs on Chuck
and Rhoades Sr.'s residences.

Not the bedrooms.

[Funt] Home offices,
living spaces only.

Major conditions
come along with this,

[Funt] on what
you can listen to.

Of course.

Anything not case related,
and it's headphones off.

And if a lawyer is present, then
the recording stops absolutely

to protect attorney-client
privilege.

We'll put in
a taint team--

an FBI agent and an
Assistant US Attorney here--

who will decide what is within

and what is outside
the scope of privilege.

Good.

They only pass on what
you're allowed to hear.

You violate this, your case
is on a road to nowhere.

Thank you, Judge.

Ah. Good day for you
and your case--

[Connerty] Dancshazy can
pick the agent...

[packet thuds]
...you'll run the taint team.

Hold up.
That idea is nicht gut.

It's supposed to be somebody
not involved with the case--

You're not.
I'm running the case.

[scoffs] You oversaw
a surveillance,

sat in on a meeting or two,
loose facts.

You're unbiased.

We both know that I have done
more than that,

but you better believe
that I am unbiased.

And you'd better not
be expecting to play

the wink and nudge game
with me.

Or that I'll compromise
my integrity.

It's because I know
you won't compromise, Kate.

Anyone else in that office
I could force to bend over.

You won't.

Damn straight I won't.

Because I am not
going to jail.

And I'm not coming to visit you
there either.

Give me Agent Dancshazy's
extension,

I want his top Tac-Ops team

planting those bugs
right away...

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Fact pattern:
A patient enters,

complaining of an elevated HR,
say, two hundred and ten BPM.

Now, you suspect that

he has been doing
some kind of narcotic.

What is your obligato
per the Hippocratic?

[sighs]

Narcotics bring
the heart rate down.

That's why they're called
downers.

Jesus, Spyros.

I don't know this Spyros
of whom you speak.

I am Medical Doctor Rodizio,
as my name card clearly states--

That's it, Spyros.
Now you've lost the coat.

[Axe] Take it off.

That goes too.

Back to it then.

Isn't it so,
Ms. Rhoades--

Dr. Rhoades.
Don't do that to them. No.

Play through--
You play through--

Isn't it true, Dr. Rhoades,

that this isn't
the first time

your patient's notes
have been vulnerable

and were used against
the patient themself?

Sometime in the recent past
you were careless

and someone in the US Attorney's
office got a hold of--

Un-fucking-believable--

-Whoa--
-Whoa--

Whoa.
Whoa, hey, hold up.

If you're going to
lose your poise that easily,

I'll recommend
you don't appear

and take whatever decision
they hand out.

It's like that commercial:
"never let 'em see you sweat."

You've seen
The Usual Suspects,

only the guilty one can
sleep through the night.

Nope. Ya gotta keep
as cool as a menthol.

That's Kool with a K.

Hey.

Come on.

[sighs]

[door opens]

You know. You're gonna have to
answer some of the questions.

And also, go easy on Chuck, he's
merely doing what he's good at.

[scoffs]
Breaking my balls?

Yeah.
He's loving it.

Just another special talent
your man has.

That's not what's
giving me trouble.

Yeah?
What's the real problem?

If Taylor was a patient,
I've committed violations.

If Taylor was a performance
coaching 'client'

and not a patient,
then I'm in the clear.

Yeah.
No confidentiality.

But then all the other
Axe Cappers I've seen

are that as well.

And what they've told me
isn't protected.

So if they question me
about those sessions...

Just share what you need
to get you out of this.

Like Danzig's qualms about
wrecking a town.

Dollar Bill's struggles
to gain inside information--

not whether or not to use it,
he's sanguine about that--

but the challenge
of getting it.

Shell corps, shell funds,
dirty edge.

Axe Cap hit squads
assembled to crush competitors,

[Wendy] destroy businesses--
I get it.

So, if those stories, those
'sessions,' aren't protected,

I could be subpoenaed
and dragged into depositions.

Your best bet then
would be to fire me.

It might be already.

[scoffs]
Not happening.

We'd fight all that.
You shade it a bit.

And, look, even if you took
a hit, the work doesn't change.

[Axe] Our team will
still go see you.

As long as
the work is good,

people look past this short-term
reputational bullshit.

Steven Birch didn't.
His board didn't.

He basically bounced me
out of his office--

Why the fuck were you
talking to him?

In trade.
Something for Chuck.

And he threw you out?

That motherfucker just went
back on my kill matrix.

You really shouldn't have
one of those--

[exhales sharply]

Come on.
Let's go back in.

Try to keep your cool.

I know. I know,
coming from me, right?

Were you having
psychological problems,

is that why you saw
Wendy Rhoades?

No.

So it was business.

You sought her out as
a performance coach.

No.

Then what was it?
What had you all messed up?

Was it about
gender identification?

Was it confusion,
a crisis?

My book was fine.

And no, it had
nothing to do with

my non-binary
gender identity.

I wasn't having
psychological problems--

just an issue I wanted to
discuss, privately, safely.

So you were looking for a way
to salve your conscience,

over all the illicit things
you had to do

while in the employ
of Bobby Axelrod?

The whole point is: that
whatever I was talking to her

about was supposed
to be private.

Because she wasn't
my performance coach,

she was my doctor.
Dr. Rhoades.

And the whole wing of medicine
is based on confidentiality.

"And for the record,

while the climate there
may have been corrupt,

I never was."

Exactly right.
I'll tack that on.

♪ dramatic music ♪

I would wait on line
for exactly three things:

One, the first batch of
new Lemmon 714 quaaludes

coming off the assembly line,

two, a chance to meet
Ellen DeGeneres

and three, every time
I go to Miami,

for some Joe's Stone Crabs.

Which is to say: I come bearing
provisions and news.

And a bit of a tan.

Is the news as good
as the provisions?

Well, while this lunch break
is in effect,

perhaps we could
have a word, Wendy?

♪ dramatic music ♪

I heard rumblings that Taylor
is making a move on Kling.

It's an appliance
manufacturer.

I ran into the CEO
at LIV.

He said that Taylor
bought up a ton of stock

right at the close
on the last day of the year.

Kling is the major supplier
of Saler's.

That's the one cash flow
lifeline left at the store.

Taylor's going to
try to hold us hostage.

This is why I came back.
Knew you needed the info.

And might have a directive.

Dollar Bill covers them.

My directive:
get him on the phone.

♪♪♪

[line ringing]

Gonna need you
to come in.

[Dollar Bill] And a Happy
Fucking New Year to you.

What do you know about Kling?
And Taylor Mason.

[Dollar Bill] Nothing.
It's New Year's Day.

[Dollar Bill] That's why I said
Happy Fucking New Year--

Knowing nothing's
the fucking problem.

Get your team, get here,
get them in here.

And find out why
Kling is in play--

which you should have known
in the first place.

Maybe there'll be some
stone crab left over for you.

Not a chance.

Having been on all sides
of these situations,

I feel I have
a good instinct

for where the equitable
resolution is.

That's the kind of thing
you say to someone

when you're about to encourage
them to take a deal.

So it is. Yes.
And the deal you should make--

and it's one I believe
will be out there--is:

six month suspension
of your license.

A probationary period.

Say a year.
And then it reverts.

And in another two years,

the record of the entire
proceeding is expunged.

You're recommending
I try for that?

Yeah.

It'll be easier on you.

No, Chuck.
It'll be easier on you.

Because then you can walk out of
here and move onto other things

without guilt or
recrimination from me.

I do need to move on
to the rest of my day--

I've been working on
that thing for months

and it's time sensitive.

But I'm not
motivated by that.

Take the deal.

"Take the deal."

Not
"try and make a deal."

Not "perhaps there's
a deal to be made."

Oh, you fucker.

You're not guessing.
Or spitballing.

You're doing what
magicians call a "force."

Letting me think I'm making
a decision you've already made.

You went behind my back
and pre-negotiated a deal.

And now all I have to do
is say "yes."

Well, if Penn & Teller ever need
a guest judge on Fool Us,

you're their man.
You're right.

But that doesn't
make what I did wrong.

It's the smart thing.
Easy thing.

Maybe the right thing.

How's she doing?

Not good, frankly.

She looks guilty,
sounds guilty--

That's 'cause
she feels guilty.

Says something good
about her actually.

I mean...most people...

they don't even care.

How can you know me so little
after all this time?

It is publicly
admitting guilt.

It is giving up.

And giving in to
what Taylor wants.

And I'd never do
any of that.

And I am fucking...

[exhales sharply]

Can I still be hurt by
something you would do?

[scoffs]

Well,
it seems I can.

Why do you have so little
confidence I can pull this off?

You did,
if we're honest here,

use privileged information
to work-over Taylor.

I don't care, morally.

But it means the likelihood is

that you lose in the hearing,
unless you obfuscate.

I've manufactured a way for you
to end up where you want--

with your license, without it
on your permanent record.

And instead of thanking me,
you cast me as

expedient, uncaring,
a disappointment.

I'm offering you
a solution.

You'll only accept
a miracle.

Now, if you still need me to
stay here and keep going--

No. No.
Go do your 'thing.'

I'll be fine.

[door opens]

[knock on door]

Mafee has a matter he would like
to run by the two of us.

[Hammon] In person.

Are you busy?
You seem busy--

Shoot, Mafee.

Well, new year, so I want
to be upfront about something.

We don't have any
specific guidelines,

but with things the way
they are in the world,

would it be okay if I asked
an employee out, socially?

Is it material for us
to know who--

It's Lauren.

Mafee, as long as
you approach them

in a respectful,
consensual manner,

you are free to 'socialize'
with fellow employees

who are not your
direct subordinates.

Including Lauren.

Cool. Thanks.

Not sure I'm gonna.

So if you could not
say anything--

Got it, Mafee.
Don't worry.

[door closes]

Like he said,
new year, new start.

So let's cut the bullshit.

If you and Lauren are trying
to keep your deal secret,

keep it a fucking secret.

So you know...

You think
we should tell people?

No. I did not come to work
for a hedge fund manager

who's tagging
the IR girls--

That's not the way it is.
At all--

I know that.

But it can be made
to look that way

by people on the outside
who want it to.

So do a better job
of keeping it secret.

Point taken.
Thank you.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[door opens]

[elevator dings]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Does this guy
really work here?

[Rebecca] He said he does,
so I brought him up--

I was told to come in,
but I forgot my ID.

Do something useful.

Hey. Hey.

Get that shit out of your maw
and start talking.

You sleeping at the switch
is possibly gonna cost us

hundreds of millions
of dollars.

With Taylor effectively
in control of Kling,

they also control
the supply

of household appliances
that Saler's sells.

And if Taylor decides to cut
the flow of those appliances?

It'll hurt them,
but it'll gut you.

Sales of Kling appliances
account for

sixty-three percent
of Saler's revenue.

Yeah. That would --
That would crush our business.

And if Taylor gets
outside backing,

there's danger of
a reverse merger.

They could use Kling
to take over Saler's.

Yeah.
God. That little asshole--

Look. I put you on their radar,
it's on me to fix this.

We need to get a new
appliance supplier.

So we're totally
independent.

I'll lead the way with the
board, since this is my fault.

Bosch, LG,
Haier, Samsung...

I need to figure out
who's for sale

or ripe for
a hostile takeover.

[sighs]

Boss, I don't need
to tell you that

every one of those companies
will cost billions.

And Saler's has more debt
than cash right now.

Yeah. I am aware.

You're more than welcome to find
me the cheaper fucking option.

[sighs]

Do you recognize that?

I do not.

Victor, are you aware what
happened last year at Art Basel?

You went off, bought like
twenty paintings, right?

Eighteen.

The sales and usage tax
that I'm facing

is around
seventy-five mil.

Fuck me.
Yeah.

Instead my friend
Sean Ayles here

intro'd me to
a very nice Swiss banker

who said he was willing
to store them for me--

because while they have started
reporting cash holdings

to the US government,

Swiss banks didn't
have to report art.

Nice--
Until now.

The bank decided
to knuckle under

and share the news
with Uncle Sam.

Oh my...

So he did me the good service
of shipping 'em here.

But if I take it--

It costs you
seventy-five balloons.

Oh my...

Happy fucking New Year.

Why's everybody keep
saying that?

Sean, you have
anything to offer?

No excuses, sir.

Any advance word from
your Swiss banker friend?

No excuses, sir.

Any fucking suggestions?

No excuses, sir--

You're not a wartime
consigliere, Sean.

I need you to find me
a workaround.

On it.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[door closes]

Isn't my assistant
out there--

Do you think that,
uh, Grasshopper

left Master Po waiting
in the dojo?

I mean, it's not
a fair comparison.

Grasshopper was living there,
and was kind of a servant,

so he didn't have
much of a choice.

Yeah, well, you don't have much
of a choice either there, Champ.

Not if you want to get the stink
of Eau De Loser off of you.

But I didn't no-show you.
I sent an email.

Our first session was--
it's already paying dividends.

I'm cooking here.
You saw when you came in--

I wasn't sitting
behind my desk.

"Battle stance at all times.
Ready for action."

It is a no-show even if
you email. Or call.

Or send me a goddamned bugler
to sound it to me.

I am not offended.

I am alert to the signs
that you are sending,

buddy boy,
of a blockage.

I can see that.
But this was--

something big
is happening today.

Something that made it
impossible.

Are you dead?

You ask that literally?

Yeah. I do.
Are. You. Dead? Mort.

Because then,
maybe it would have been

impossible for you
to show up.

There is always a story
to tell yourself.

You say that word impossible
to me again one more time,

and I will kick it out of your
mouth along with your teeth.

Now, you finish your
all-important task here.

And then
you find me tonight.

Or never find me again.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Yo, sassy stems--

Not here, never here with
that pet name bullshit.

Not that it'll matter
soon enough.

Why's that?

Axe is sending me on the road
to rustle up new outside money.

Since we don't have
an IR person right now.

I'm the IR person.

That's bullshit.

It's fun as fuck.

See you when
I'm off the road.

Hey.

I wanted to wish you good luck
at the hearing.

Go kill it.

You go kill it.

Nature is metal.

And I'm nature.

Will do.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[door closes]

Your bug is in place.

Great fucking news!

What's the time frame
on Chuck's house.

Well, Chuck and the missus
were also both out...

And their kids out
with Grandpa Senior.

So the house was empty.
We got up on both.

You are the man!

Expect a bottle in your
Christmas stocking on me.

Top shelf.
Sure thing.

Happy it worked out.
Yeah.

One thing though:
chalk a big ring

around the listening room
and taint team office.

You cross that line,
Judge'll burn your case.

And you with it.
You know I will.

[hand pats]

[chuckles]

No one makes me smile
like my boy!

[chuckles] What about that
sweet little baby girl

with the champion's chin?

She fills the chest with
happiness, too, of course.

In a much less
complicated way.

She never has to perform.
Never has to achieve.

Mm.
As long as she merely is,

she brings joy.

But you, son, bring pride
along for the journey.

What the fuck kind of meds
are you on?

Pure adrenaline. I've been out
walking the city today.

Ah-ha.

Youbetcha.

Thinking of all the things
that we're going to do.

And it freshens the blood
like Geritol.

Uh-huh.
And, uh, Mom?

She's down in Palm Beach

enjoying the weather
and the shopping.

Good for her.

And speaking of joy.

I saw your kids today.

A delight!
[chuckles]

Real gentleman and lady.

Well, they love
their grandfather.

[laughs]
Cup of tea?

Mm.

Ira and--
The Secretary?

En route.

Shouldn't be long.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

What the fuck
is he doing here?

[Axe] Ah.
We like him again.

Special project.

We're good--

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[espresso machine whirring]

[whirring stops]

The Italians think anyone
who puts milk on their coffee

after 11AM is animale.

I tend to agree.
In theory, but in reality--

Just gimme
the espresso.

There's a guy from
the shipping company here.

Another guy.
Kind of demanding to see you.

[mug clinks]

[exhales sharply]

I can't afford
to have my only guys

working the holiday
pulled out of service.

You told him
I spritzed you?

[chuckles]

He tells me everything.

And I tell my brother-in-law
everything.

Don't you want to know

what my brother-in-law
does for a living?

Do I?

He works in a little
outfit called

United States Customs
and Border Protection.

Well, isn't that
a sweet set-up.

It really is.

Ayles!

Will you take this gentleman
somewhere to talk in private.

Make sure
he's not recording it.

And then make him happy.

[clears throat] I am grateful
of the opportunity to,

as they say at the rummy table,
get off the schneid.

Sir?

If any other guys like you
show up to shake me down,

I start burning paintings.

I'd rather lose money
than deal with

this bullshit
another minute.

[elevator dings]

HNY.

Why are we here?

Well. I didn't think
you'd want all of them...

Getting a jump-start
on the year ahead of you.

But why are
they here?

They don't want me getting
a jump-start on them.

[indistinct conversations]

Why'd you really
come back?

How many margaritas and
piña coladas can a man drink?

When it's the man I'm looking
at, a hell of a lot.

And how long can you stay in
the sun before getting burned?

What time is it?

Yes.
The Patek is gone.

Your dad gave that to you,
didn't he?

Bequeathed it
ahead of his death.

Quite a dry-eyed moment
for him--

estate planning
and so forth--

but for me,
it meant a great deal.

A great deal.

Where is it?

Somewhere
in South Beach.

Or maybe already riding
the Silk Road

to some exotic
destination.

You didn't get so drunk
you sold it.

Nope.

Went back to the hotel room
with a young lady I had met.

A yacht girl.
But not really.

She was...

I thought
she was special.

How young?

Does it matter?

She had an old soul...

22.

I thought I liked her.

I did like her.

And then?

Passed out. Woke up,
she, and the watch, were gone.

You call the police?

Too embarrassed.

Too sad.

Put a real dent in
my faith in humanity.

It's sweet
you still have some.

♪ soft music ♪

Lemme make a call.

It'll make you
feel better.

Watch dealer?

Close.
She's a specialist.

In what?

Restoring faith
in humanity.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Let's dispense with
the pleasantries

and ball tickling,
shall we.

What's this
about a problem?

Political winds shift,
I have to shift with them.

And the Middle East is
the windiest of them all.

Qatar is persona non grata
again.

That may be. But your tit's
in the wringer--

my son put it there--

so you'd better not
shift too much

or it'll get ripped off.
He'll tear it off.

What he's saying in
his inimitable way is:

what can we do to keep
the financing in place?

Okay. Crap.
Okay.

Perhaps I can
paper an exception

and bury it deep in
the halls of government.

But for that,
we have to go beyond

the parameters of
the original deal.

I'm not gonna stay neutral,
I need to go positive.

-Hold on--
-[sighs] What are you saying?

If the loan
I help facilitate

results in your development,
I want to...

From my bowl?

-Mm-hmm.
-Oh my god--

Quiet, Ira.
How much?

Fucking shakedown.

In line with standard
finder's fees.

He's right.

Maybe he is.
But I don't have to like it.

Whatever our understanding,
it can't just be verbal--

Ah.
I've taken the liberty.

For our comfort...

All we need to do is--

And then
everyone is nice.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Perhaps you'd like
to take these--

I'm not touching
that fucking thing.

Suit yourself.
I'll just put them in my safe.

One second, fast guy.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[copier whirring]

There'll be no changing it
after the fact now.

I need to go back to DC.

I have work to do.

Gentlemen.

[clears throat]

[Ira] Now that it's just
the three of us, I have to say,

I did not know the nature of
that conversation beforehand...

And further--

You can do all the mewling
you want about matters legal

once I get this copy
locked in my safe.

And then, Dad.
You have to tell him everything.

So he can defend us,
whatever may come.

You mean about the idiot
who stands to lose the most?

[Senior] Can I really--
Yes.

I can't listen
to future plans.

But the things
you've already done.

And the people with whom
you've done 'em,

that I need to know.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[lock beeping]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Krakow] I've taken
the liberty.

[Krakow] For our comfort...

[Krakow] All we need
to do is...

This is
fucking incredible.

What--
What am I hearing--

that they've entered
into a conspiracy?

Fraud.
A quid pro quo deal.

International banking
violations.

Money laundering to follow.
Shh...

[rustling]
What's that rustling?

Did they paper
this fucking deal?

[Krakow] Perhaps you'd like
to hold these--

[Ira] I'm not touching
that fucking thing.

[Krakow] Suit yourself.
I'll just put them in my safe.

Stay tuned for
this next part.

[Ira] Now that it's just
the three of us, I have to say,

[Ira] I did not know
the nature of that conversation

[Ira] beforehand...
And further--

[Senior] You can do all
the mewling you want

about matters legal once I get
this copy locked in my safe.

[Chuck] And then, Dad.

[Chuck] You have to
tell him everything.

[Chuck] So he can defend us,
whatever may come.

[Senior] You mean
about the idiot

[Senior] who stands to
lose the most?

[Senior] Can I really--
[static hisses]

What the hell?

We were just getting
to the good part--

You know what the hell.

[sighs]

There's no attorney-client
privilege with Krakow there.

After Krakow leaves,

Ira Schirmer clearly states
that he is their lawyer--

in an exculpatory way for him,
I might add--

and is about to give
legal advice.

And so it was headphones off
for the agent

and they killed
the recording.

[sighs]
[headphones thud]

So that--that was it,

that was all he got
before he had to minimize?

Roughly all.

Fuck roughly.
What else did he get,

what else is on
the unredacted tape?

What, exactly, was getting
locked in the safe?

Bryan! We talked about
this very fucking thing--

Ohh. Come on, Kate.
This isn't fucking Girl Scouts.

They were dancing around
whatever they were doing--

if there's documentation
to be retrieved,

the audio will get me
a warrant.

Stop pushing me.

And you shouldn't even be
asking those questions.

This is exactly
what I was afraid of.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[sighs, clears throat]

This meeting is over.

♪♪♪

[door opens]

Danny Margolis.

You have done some good for me
in the not too distant past.

And from what I hear,

you made quite an impression
on those Feds.

For the record it was chilly
that day by the pool.

As I recall
it was positively balmy.

But whatever you need
to tell yourself.

Anyway, it motivated me
to tighten up my game.

I'm working out like
six days a week now--

Good for you.
Yeah.

So. Business at hand.

I believe I can do you
some more good, Axe.

Let me tell you
what a freeport is--

A storage facility
at a private airport

where valuables purchased
overseas can be stored

and deemed perpetually
'in transit' so the customs,

duties and sales tax
can be avoided.

So you do know--
Of course he does.

But tell him
the good part.

I have one
that I bought into.

A freeport. Up in Newburgh,
private airstrip.

Is that right?
Yeah.

And I'm the commandant.

So I can house your paintings
in a permanent tax-free state.

That is of value.

And I can do you
one even better:

I'll store replicas,
so you can hang the originals.

If anyone asks, you say
they're the replicas.

For a small fee,
of course.

Medium fee?

Okay.

Stop talking.

The rest gets worked out
between you and Victor.

The shipment from Europe
will be rerouted to you.

You let me know when I can
expect the 'replicas.'

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Hey.
You did well here.

Keep it up.
Impress me.

And soon enough you'll get off
the austerity plan.

You can count on it.

Now, that puts a bounce
in my man's step.

Though I'm not sure I'd use
that room for that.

Hard floor.

Too hard.
And very public--

She's not what
you think she is.

[door closes]

♪ soft music ♪

♪♪♪

You need to know
that you might cry.

And if you do,
that's just release.

It means connection.

It means freedom from
having to hold it all in.

That sounds so good.

How do we...

♪♪♪

[hand pats]

♪♪♪

[exhales heavily]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Wendy] She's a professional
cuddler.

[sobbing]

[Wendy] And a star
in her field.

[sobbing intensifies]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Wags wailing]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[inhales sharply]

So...

Hmm?

Oh.
This our own cuddle session?

[chuckles] No.
You already did the thing.

Made me feel warm
and loved and cared for.

Oh. Well, that's something
I don't hear every day.

Look. I don't know if
Gordie really scraped his knee

and Dean broke
his surfboard--

but you came back for me.

As you would--
and have--for me.

It's more than
touching, Axe.

It's...compared to what I have
at this moment at home

it's, uh...really nice.

But also: you needed
to come back for you.

For this...

What about it?
They all fucked up.

They needed to come in
and fix it.

No. If it wasn't
today's reasons,

you'd have come up
with others.

Okay.
I suppose I might've.

You need to
let them go home.

[sighs]
Every single one of them.

I don't like it.
If I'm here grinding,

they should be here
grinding too.

Yeah. You can't let yourself
take a day off,

so they can't
take a day off.

So you can
surround yourself.

Okay. Maybe I want
the edge they'll get me.

Maybe I want them to
regain their own edge.

Maybe I want them
to feel the opposite

of the way Wags does
right now--

totally uncomfortable in
their position and place,

scared to death of
my disapproval, of failing,

of not being exactly
where I need them to be

exactly when
I need them there.

Many of them thrive
under those conditions.

For long bursts.
But then they need to recover.

On my time?

It's not all your time.
It's a holiday.

There are no holidays
when it's my money.

They are rich
because of me.

So they can help me
stay that way.

You're punishing them
because they're not you.

You need to let them
go home, Bobby.

So they can come back tomorrow
and actually work.

What's the point of
any of you being rich

if you can't
fucking enjoy it.

I'll let you know
when I do...

[scoffs]

This...

Yeah.

This is why I can't let you
lose that hearing.

Because I have always known

I need you more than
anyone else here.

At least
I have since...

Have I ever told you

why and when, exactly,

I knew that you were gonna be
my partner at all this. Forever.

You remember?

What kind of man would I be
if I didn't?

Mnh.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Well, this was
the one time in my life

I wasn't able to fight for
myself, and you fought for me.

Well. I'm sure you didn't
let on that was the case.

Whenever this was.

Yeah. But you knew.

It was right after 9/11.

When I'd made the bold
but foolhardy statement

that I would take care of
all the survivors,

and the families
of those who didn't.

And that I'd not only find a way
to pay for every funeral,

put every kid
through school,

but that I'd also pay out
all the bonuses too,

for the next three years.

It wasn't foolhardy.
It was generous.

It was the best of you.

Sure.
But also: impossible.

Every business advisor
I had

told me to
shut down the company.

Act of God.
Nothing for me to do.

I mean, we had no book,
we had no personnel.

We were facing
margin calls.

Every bank insisted
I let it die.

But you didn't listen.

You'd been awake for, what,
three weeks straight?

Mm.

I remember wondering
how you were doing it.

How you stayed so lucid.

I didn't feel it.

You still don't know
the moment, do you?

I... don't.

It's all such a--

Yeah. It was a blur.

Except for the few
that stand out.

This was at
one of the funerals.

God. For a while that was
our days, right?

Going down to Ground Zero
in the morning,

funeral in the afternoon,

then arguing with banks
and investors, you know,

every hour into the night,
to try to save the company.

I mean, look.

I knew that I'd locked in
a windfall.

But it hadn't been
repatriated yet.

Back then, I was still
just on loan to you guys

from that sports psych place
I worked at.

Yeah. We used to do
the funerals together.

You would help
with the families.

And then
at this one funeral,

I got bum rushed by
this group of families.

Who told me I wasn't getting
them all paid fast enough.

They attacked my integrity.
They called me a thief.

Said I was stealing money
from them.

When all I was fucking doing

was arguing and scheming

just to keep the firm going
to give them their money.

Normally, I'd have--
I'd have fought it.

But [sighs]

right at that moment,

it all just
became too much.

Of course.

The grief, the sleeplessness,
the survivor's guilt,

the impossibility
of the task...

I just stood there,
as they unloaded on me.

[chuckles]
I was struck dumb.

And then the whole place
started watching.

It almost turned into
a mob situation.

And that is when--

I stepped in between
them and you.

[chuckles]

I remember now.

You sure did.

You remember
what you said?

'Cause I remember
every word.

Loud enough for the whole place
to hear:

"Shut the fuck up.

You lost family.
So did everyone else here.

And this man is the only hope
you--or any of you--

have of paying for
the rest of your lives.

And I'll tell you another thing,
I have begged him not to.

Because I think
it'll destroy him next.

He doesn't need it.

He can move on clean
and in a couple of years

he'll have enough wealth
for twenty lifetimes.

But if he's really
too slow for you,

if you really think that
he is stealing from you,

say another word, and I will
make him shut it down.

Otherwise,
shake his fucking hand,

say thank you,
and we can all mourn together."

And that's just
what happened...

[chuckles]

But that's not
the moment.

The moment is when
you got to my car after.

And you said--

I said, "Bobby,

you better fucking deliver
for those people.

Or I won't just
make you quit.

I'll kill you myself."

And right then

I knew that you were my partner
in this for life.

Because you were loyal to me
in the face of the world,

but in private
you held me to account

and you were loyal
to the bigger cause.

And you were fun as hell
to watch.

And you still are.

So you say whatever you need
in that hearing

to get you out of this.

And I will back you to
the ends of the earth on it.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

I hope I can.

[glass clinks]

And if you can't,
you got to do the other thing.

The other thing?

You have the power
to make this go away.

So that you don't have to
defend yourself in that hearing.

I heard you earlier,
that Taylor can't be moved.

And if it was me trying,
then you'd probably be right...

But as much as it kills me
to suggest:

Go to Taylor.

Talk to them.

And ask for
their forgiveness.

[sighs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Right.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door closes]

Oh. You look zenned out.

Enjoy your hug?

Oh, she gives
far more than that.

She imparts a total sense
of well-being.

[elevator dings]

Ah. Ben Kim!
Lookit that.

The only one to
come in voluntarily.

I do this every year.

I sit at my desk,
alone, visualize

and do my goal setting
for the year.

Of course you do.

Ben, my boy, you're not
doing it alone this year.

Come on.

[Axe] I guess Ben Kim's
gonna get cuddled.

[door opens]

Hey.

Good luck.

Ok everyone!
I love the effort.

And seeing your beautiful
fucking faces.

But you've done enough.

So fuck off out of here and
enjoy the rest of your holiday.

[applause]
[Axe] Now, when you get home,

[Axe] you will find a case
of champagne from me.

And a tin of caviar.

You'll have to order
your own pizza, okay?

So, eat up, drink up.

And then get yourselves ready
to get back here

for when the market opens

ready to motherfucking
destroy for me.

[cheers and applause]

♪ mid-tempo music ♪

Come on!

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[switch clicks]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I really thought
we were done with this.

One last conversation.

One last ask?

Are you hoping I just don't
show up to the Med Board

or are you going to
ask me not to?

Whichever.

Look.
All I want to say is:

I'm sorry.

[Wendy]
I am truly sorry.

Some kind of desire
for revenge,

or competitiveness,
or bloodlust

got a hold of me
and let me go too far.

No, I--I [clears throat]
let myself go too far.

I'd say
way too fucking far.

But know this:

you say you don't want to
end up like Axe. Or me.

Well, that's where this
kind of vengeance leads.

It's ugly, it's sickening

and I don't recommend it,
to my worst enemy.

Much less someone I once
cared so much for,

and--and still,
oddly do.

Your apology
isn't real.

Do I need
to impress upon you

how much my medical license
means to me?

This, like everything with you,
is now merely transactional.

That's who
and what you are.

So you have to actually
ask me not to show up.

As a personal favor
to you.

You have to
say the words.

Please don't come
to the hearing.

Do that for me.

You are torn up,
Wendy.

The look in your eye tells me
that there is still,

somewhere inside of you, someone
who knows right from wrong.

This hearing is your chance
to reclaim that person.

I am not setting you up
for defeat.

I am giving you a chance
to save yourself.

♪♪♪

And, in fact,
that decides it.

I won't come
to the hearing.

If you think you should
keep your license

so you can continue to
treat people, tell them why.

And I won't be there
to tell them any different.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I will.
Thank you.

I owe you one.

You do.

But you owe yourself
even more.

♪♪♪

[scoffs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Connerty] Come on.
Seriously?

No. No. No. No. No.
You're doing this.

You can. And will.

You know what
this symbol is?

Yeah. Divine wind.

Kamikaze. Right?

Who made the ultimate sacrifice

for their emperor,
their nation, their ideals.

But the board?
The metaphor I get,

but this isn't--it's not
kids' karate class.

Go beyond the metaphor.

Break through it.

Feel it.

Hyah!

Do you see that?

Do you see, Bryan,
nothing makes you feel

the purest version of yourself
more than going kamikaze.

I want you to make
an all-out attack on success.

Hmm.

The kamikaze get a bad name

because everyone wants
to focus on the suicide.

But what they miss out on

is the purity
of the commitment.

Hmm.

Good.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Again!

Ah!
Yeah!

Yeah!
Ah!

Yeah!
Yeah!

Oh! One more!

♪ Jackson Browne's
"These Days" ♪

[door closes, keys jangle]

♪ Well, I've been out walking ♪

You figure out
your strategy?

Things were done,
moves were made.

Good.

And your thing?

Productive.

Great.

♪ These days I seem
to think a lot ♪

Chuck, when did you know
you needed to marry me?

♪♪♪

I mean the--the exact
moment

and why.

♪♪♪

[laughs]

♪♪♪

One single moment?
Uh...

[chuckles]

♪ And I had a lover ♪

...I don't remember.

♪ It's so hard to risk another
these days ♪

[footsteps departing]

♪ These days ♪

Hey, kids! Dinner!

♪♪♪

♪ Now, if I seem to be afraid ♪

♪ To live the life ♪

♪ That I have made in song ♪

[The Pogues' "The Sickbed of
Cuchulainn" plays over speakers]

[indistinct conversations]

♪ McCormack and Richard Tauber ♪

♪ Are singing by the bed ♪

♪ There's a glass of punch
below your feet ♪

♪ And an angel at your head ♪

♪ There's devils on
each side of you ♪

[Jackie] ...sipping
fucking Jamesons

[Jackie] in your
fancy fucking jeans

and your hundred dollar haircuts
and your BMWs.

You only remember you're Irish
on St. Paddy's Day and Easter.

[man] Believe this guy?

You know what? Fuck--

♪ When you pissed yourself
in Frankfurt ♪

♪ And got syph down in Cologne ♪

♪ And you heard
the rattling death trains ♪

♪ As you lay there all alone ♪

♪ Frank Ryan
bought you whiskey ♪

Don't even fucking
think about it.

Ah, what the fuck,
Jackie?

He fell.

Both of 'em?

They're fucking clumsy.

Bryan. Get your brother
outta here, would ya?

'So you know: I had those fake
fucking Irish pricks--

Yeah,
course you did.

And when was the last time
you've been over in Belfast

supporting the cause?
Well. That'd be never.

C'mon...

Yeah, but I did
go to Cape Cod once--

♪♪♪

So, baby brother,

haven't seen you
in years.

'Cause you don't come to Ma's
for Christmas anymore.

I don't like her ham...

But you suddenly
showing up here...

Must mean
you want something.

♪ dramatic music ♪

What is it you want?

The one thing you do with those
hands better than fight.

♪♪♪

There's a safe?

You bet your ass there is.

♪♪♪

♪ Now you'll sing
a song of liberty ♪

♪ For blacks and paks
and jocks ♪

♪ And they'll take you
from this dump you're in ♪

♪ And stick you in a box ♪

♪ Then they'll take you
to Cloughprior ♪

♪ And shove you in the ground ♪

♪ But you'll stick your head
back out and shout ♪

♪ "We'll have another round" ♪

♪ At the graveside
of Cuchulainn ♪

♪ We'll kneel around and pray ♪

♪ And God is in His heaven ♪

♪ And Billy's down by the bay ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪♪♪