All language subtitles for BILLIONS - S02 E10 - With or Without You (1080p - AMZN Web-DL)

Previously on Billions...

There's someone I
need you to see.

George Minchak.

She vets all of my candidates.

You want her to know everything.

I'm not really sure I'm
entirely comfortable with that.

Mmmm.

Red!

- I'm sorry.

Did I not pick up
the body language?

I didn't get permission.

Klaxon. Belgian car company.

They're headed for a recall.
Bottom's gonna drop out.

I had a craving for
Bistro Grisby last night.

We used to go there
all the time.

- They closed four years ago.
- Sad.

Surveillance of a federal
employee is a Class E felony,

so if you want me to keep it up,

I'm gonna need to charge
you a higher rate.

Then it's a good
day for business.

Try Taylor Mason.

Anything big Axe is wading into,

Taylor's there with
a snorkel mask.

Divorces are hard.

So are marriages.

Yeah, I've heard other
people say that.

Wendy Rhoades is a liability,

and I will never be okay
with the two of you talking.

I personally... won't see her.

I'm sure it must be hard for
you to not have access to him,

but we think it's
best for everyone.

Which is why I set the policy.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

♪ The Crystals' "What a
Nice Way to Turn 17" ♪

♪ My birthday candles ♪

♪ Have all gone out ♪

♪ The party's through ♪

♪ And I'm alone ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

Fuck.

♪ What a nice way ♪

Lara?

♪ To turn 17 ♪

Boys?

♪ I feel your sweet
lips against my cheek ♪

Hi, it's Lara. Leave a message.

Hey.

It's me.

You call me?

You can't just...

Will you just call me, please?

♪ Your shoulder feels ♪

Get in.

♪ So soft ♪

♪ What a nice way to turn ♪

♪ Seventeen ♪

Maybe lying in your
marriage was tolerated,

looked upon with leniency,

considered some sort
of fucked up foreplay,

but in my marriage in 15 years,

I have never lied to
my wife except once,

except about what was
said between you and me.

You were the only person who
could've told her about that.

So please, tell me, what
did you say to my wife?

She was under the impression

that our no-session
arrangement came from you.

I corrected her.

The words. The actual words.

I said I set the policy,

and that was the only
way I could work there.

♪ Tense music ♪

I didn't mean to come
between you and Lara.

You of all people,

you know precisely what
response you're eliciting.

If you do it, you mean to do it.

Can I get out of the car now?

I'll call if we have
any other questions.

Or maybe I'll just show up.

Just got off the
phone with Pacquin.

He sent these from the
house security cams.

She took four 10k bricks
out of the vault,

and we have her
here with the boys

walking out of the house
with light luggage.

Rippling out.

The jets are on the ground, the
choppers are in the hangar,

and the residences,

Hamptons, the city apartment,

Aspen, Miami, the
vineyard, all empty.

GPS on the car?

I disabled them all months
ago at your request.

Right. Fuck.

All three phones are off,

and they've not used the EZ Pass
or any other credit cards yet.

Uh...

Cancel my morning
sessions, please.

I'm not feeling so well.

I'll try to make it
in by the afternoon.

Thanks.

Did you bring your tribute?

- I...
- Ah!

I didn't ask you to speak.

And I don't want to look at
your pathetic face either.

♪ The boy I love's
got another girl ♪

You... are nothing.

♪ He might be fucking
her right now ♪

♪ I don't have an apartment ♪

♪ Thought if I was smart
I'd make it far... ♪

- Down.

♪ But I'm still at the start ♪

Time for me to make
my preparations.

♪ Need the crack of a whip,
need some blood in the cut ♪

Don't move a muscle.

♪ Blood in the cut, I
need blood in the cut ♪

Hi, it's Lara. Leave a message.

Hey, look, look, I'm not,

I'm not trying to
make an excuse,

but, uh, you know,

I was... I was trying
to protect you,

and I know you weren't happy
with Wendy coming back,

and I was trying
to respect that.

I'm trying to give you comfort.

Maybe I could've
done it different.

I... I don't know,

but you could've done this
a different way, too.

♪ Pensive music ♪

So, Ms. Minchak, how
should we proceed?

My goal is to do oppo
before they do oppo,

so if there is a potential
October surprise,

we drop it in February during
the fucking Super Bowl.

I like the thinking.

Like the thinking,
and as I said,

you're welcome here for
as long as you need.

I know that Wendy
has the homestead,

and the Yale Club has a few
too many prying eyes for...

Yes, thank you.

Are you sure no coffee?

No, thank you.

Pound cake.

Seventy percent sour cream.

This works best one on one.

Of course.

I'll just, uh...

I'll be... I'll be right...
Right inside,

uh, in case you need anything.

Hmm?

So...

How should we do this?

Why are you asking me?

Keep it interesting.

I've done, uh, first
couple levels,

the dirty stuff those pop-up ads

promised to find on your
high-school sweetheart.

Those websites actually work?

More than they should.

I do it myself, though.

I search the TROs, the
DUls, the tax liens.

You were fine there.

Tomorrow starts the deep dive,

your receipts, browser history,

interviewing those
who have known you

- intimately since school days.
- Jesus.

It's a shit show.

Today, though, you
ever go to SeaWorld?

No. I've never been to
one of those places.

- The mistreatment of the...
- Right.

Whale's got to jump and flip
whether he wants to or not.

But then he gets his herring.

Quite so.

Today, though,
you're that whale.

I'm gonna run through
a list of areas.

- You'll let me know...
- Mm-hmm.

If we have an issue.

Fire away.

- Aborted pregnancies?
- No.

Uh, unwanted sexual
advances in the workplace?

No.

- Fiscal malfeasance?
- No.

- Hiring of undocumented workers?
- No. None of those.

- Cheating?
- No.

- Same-sex exploration...
- No.

Membership of
racially-exclusive clubs?

No.

Okay. Let's get personal.

The separation, where
are we on that?

Uh, in counseling.

Is it working?

It's a process.

Can that process be complete
by the time we announce?

'Cause we need to know
what we're selling,

- and that can't be a process.
- Noted.

Will she be a problem
if you split?

No.

No... bad mouthing, blackmail?

- No.

Such a perfect fucking couple,

why are you getting a divorce?

I didn't say we were.

Well, shit,

given her ties to Wall Street,

no tragedy if it goes that way.

Hi. What can I get you?

I know what you're having.

They'll have a double shot
almond milk latte to go.

Do I know you?

Name on that's
Taylor Amber Mason.

And I'll have a Macchiato.

Name's Bryan Connerty.

You've been following me.

♪ Tense music ♪

Taylor, you don't know me,

but I think we should
get acquainted.

You talk like a cop but
dress like a lawyer.

- I'm a U.S. Attorney.
- Yeah.

So, why would I want

- further acquaintance?
- Because you work

at Axe Capital, and I'm the
guy who can keep your life

- from becoming a nightmare.
- I like nightmares.

When I wake up, they leave me
deeply valuing my reality.

But nice chatting.

My bad. You know what, my bad.

I always felt Ed Harris went
too hard at Mitch McDeere

in that diner when
they first met.

Should've made him feel
safe, not threatened,

and here I went the other way,
but I do want you to feel safe.

Can't do that.

- How do you mean?
- Mix character and actor.

You either go Ed
Harris and Tom Cruise

or Wayne Tarrance
and Mitch McDeere.

Right. Good point.

Taylor.

Why don't we go drink
our coffees together?

You can tell me about
the last few months,

how you got here, where
you think it's going.

- I'm a good listener.
- Can't. Got to get to work.

That's where I'm going.

You must know what
time I arrive by.

Wouldn't it look weird
if I showed up late?

Another time.

♪ Tense music ♪

- Nope.
- Sorry, can't let it go.

I've been watching you pace
about five miles in here.

What the fuck's
going on with you?

Lara took off this
morning with the boys.

Where are they headed?

Oh, took off.
Unannounced took off.

Why?

She caught me in a lie.

How do you know?

She left me a note.
"You lied to me."

Fuck.

How you gonna figure out
what she's referring to?

I already know 'cause
it was the only one.

You truly are a black swan.

Talk to the brothers
and sisters?

- They haven't heard from her.
- You believe those hillbillies?

They probably have her hidden
under the floorboards.

Good luck.

Hello?

Roberto, it's Larry Boyd.

- Oh, hey.
- I need to talk to you.

- We're talking.
- No, I need to tell you

- something important.
- Go ahead.

This is Mark Felt in the parking garage.
No phone.

It's kind of a bad day for me, Larry.
I'll send Wags up?

As much as he might brighten
these halls, it's got to be you.

I'm at my work-release job.

100 North Business Circle Road.
I'll be here all day.

Trust me. It'll be
worth the trip.

- I'll make it.
- Good.

Oh, and if you could bring
me a bottle of 20 year old,

it would be appreciated.

What the fuck do you call this?

Analysis?

You're supposed to be supporting
a short play on Klaxon.

Right.

But your numbers
don't do the job.

Best I could make them.

Okay.

We're meeting over
there at noon, yes?

Oh, yeah. And bring your wallet.

You do anything disgusting
with your daddy's money?

Excuse me?

Raucous party,

orgies with buttered-up fatties?

Rubenesque, please.

And, uh, no, nothing like that.

Don't think you're doing
your daddy or Jack Foley

or certainly yourself any
favors by holding back.

I'm not.

You're still trying
to control this.

You can't micromanage
a campaign.

Once it gets started, it's
shooting Class five rapids.

You need a goddamn life jacket
no matter how fast you paddle.

I know.

Then let's try a trust fall.

- Seriously?
- No.

I don't care how you
feel about this,

but unless you want to end up

the subject of a
cautionary documentary,

better start telling me

the things that you're
afraid to whisper

that you've been keeping inside.

Even because you think
it's your fault,

like a priest gently
sodomizing you.

Might not be able
to absolve you,

but can offer you the
next best thing.

Safe harbor.

♪ Pensive music ♪

Bullying.

We call it hazing.

It had a different
ring back then.

We have evolved on these
issues awfully quickly.

This one kid...

bit of a loner.

And, a... prig.

Well, just a tattle
tale, really.

And one night,

he got the Code Red treatment
at boarding school.

Did you lead it?

Just say that I
was a part of it.

Never got it out of my mind.

He kill himself?

No.

He went on to the ivy league.

What, do you need
something, Dad?

I thought I heard
you call for me.

I thought I heard my boy
saying he needed me.

No, Dad, we're fine.

We'll wrap for the day.

Looking forward
to the next part.

Seems that went well.

Yeah.

Tight little body.

Dad.

Well, she's not vetting me.

Thank God for that.

Fuck.

♪ Somber music plays ♪

Hi, it's Lara. Leave a message.

You know what?

You leaving is one thing,

but taking my boys,
what the fuck?

I don't get pissed and
look to punish you.

And, you know, whatever you
think of Wendy Rhoades,

she's good for Axe Cap, and
what is good for Axe Cap

is good for us.

And what's good for
us is good for you.

Why don't you know that?
You used to know that.

How'd it go?

Taylor Mason took my card.

Cautiously optimistic,
that she's gonna...

I'm not used to this
gender pronoun thing

- yet... that they'll reach out.
- And what makes you think that?

Their politics run
pretty far to the left.

They contribute to the
Urban Justice Center.

- That's a good outfit.
- Active in Occupy Wall Street

during their college years.

So there's hope this person
might still have a heart.

I don't think their hard drive's
been reformatted yet to wipe out

- the conscience feature.

I'll, uh...

I found Antoine Casson.

Excellent. Thank you
for your effort.

Guys.

Jesus Christ.

Quit fucking breaking my balls.
I'm coming.

- What are you doing here?
- Just following up.

I told you on the
phone she's not here.

I know what you said.

You thought I was
fucking lying to you?

Get your ass away from my house.

Your house which I
bought for you?

You don't own it any
more than you own her.

Hey, Matt. Everything all right?

Yeah.

Just my asshole
brother-in-law trespassing.

Maybe you should call the cops.

Sometimes women go running,

and their husbands
learn a lesson.

Snap to.

More often, though, same
guy that chased her away

through abuse, neglect,

needs her back.

And if and when she
comes back, he's worse.

Punishes her for leaving.

We come around, check
on the situation,

but now she's too
afraid to run again,

so sometimes what we do is when
we get a real hard fucking type,

we get a carpet, roll
the guy up in it,

and beat the fuck out of him.

Carpet blunts the noise
and contains the mess.

But the internal
injuries are there.

You're a good brother.

Yeah...

Hey.

Hey. Uh, are you busy?

No. I mean, yeah, but...

Never mind if you're busy.

No, no, no. What?

I'm gonna be in the neighborhood
and thought we'd get a coffee.

Hey, how about, uh,
a juice instead?

This is called
In-a-Gadda-da-Greena.

It's got a little ginger kick.

And this is Hello Yellow.

And it's got, like, nine
different antioxidants.

- Sorry.
- Pick the one you want.

- I'm good with either.
- I'll go with the green.

I know that the tuition
is due for the kids.

If you could advance
it for just...

Don't worry about it, Chuck. Really.
We have plenty of money.

You mean you do.

There's an imbalance. I'm
just trying to remedy that.

Okay.

Sure. Thanks.

What is it?

Why are you just in
the neighborhood?

Do you ever feel alone, a
little scared sometimes?

I do, but you don't.

Luckily we have
these antioxidants.

Those ought to do the trick.
Huh?

This is more than just a wave
of loneliness, isn't it,

that you're not saying.

I mean, when it comes to
keeping in good mental health,

you're Jack LaLanne.

Everybody has their off days.

I guess I just wanted
a little company.

Besides, we have therapy later.
We can hit whatever...

Sure. Okay.

Why waste it all in rehearsal?

And this is your terrace.

It's got 2,000 square feet,

Three hunded and sixty-degree
views, and as you can see,

it's fully planted and has an
automated watering system.

Wow.

- Pretty f'ing sweet.
- Have a look.

I'm gonna take this real quick.

This is ridiculous.
You live here?

Twelve floors down and
two lines over, but...

Why don't you take this place?

Too much light.

Anyway, it's a
bargain at $26,000.

Twenty-six thousand a month?

Place I live now costs
twelve hundred.

Taylor, you're the golden child.

End of the year, Axe
is gonna bonus you

one point five minimum.

Really?

Hey, can you do me a favor?

Axe is looking to make a
short play on Klaxon Auto.

Assigned the write-up to me,
which I kicked to Ben Kim.

Problem is, Ben doesn't
see it as a short.

The numbers don't support it.

I looked at it. I don't
think it is, either.

- So tell Axe that.
- Yeah.

I'd love to make the hero call,
stop Axe from losing money.

Last time I tried, he fired me.

So you want me to review it.

Would you?

I'm not saying I've got
fucking dyscalculia,

but if I'm gonna put my ass
on the chopping block,

I want to make sure I'm
not missing something.

Send the report over.
I'll take a look at it.

Thanks.

So? Anybody out here need a pen?

Can I get back to you?

It's hitting MLS tomorrow.
It'll be gone by lunch.

I'll get back to you tonight.

Thanks dude.

Yeah.

I have them at a go-kart track,

a place called Autobahn,
for 90 minutes.

Leaving less than an hour ago.

Anywhere near here
they might've headed?

Yeah. Yeah, there
was a spot there

she used to go when
she was young.

She'd feel fortified there.

- You want me to...
- No, no.

I'll go.

Gents.

Hey, Axe. Lara said
you'd be showing up.

You or someone who
worked for you.

So she came in here?

Yep, her and the boys.

They fucking fleeced us
out of 20 bucks at darts.

Soon as we tried to up
the bet, they quit.

My boys. They saw
the hustle coming.

Sure did.

Anyway, uh, Lara said
to give her space.

She was going to your
place in the city,

and you could know that,
but to please respect.

She'll get in touch
when she's ready.

And so I'm supposed to what?
Just fucking sit

- on my goddamn...
- You can press her.

But look, you know
her better than us.

You do that and...

Yep. I'll make this look
like the Rose Parade.

Hey, it's me. I went
to Terry's bar.

The memories came flooding back.

Us there at the beginning,

right after I got struck
by the thunderbolt

like Michael with Apollonia.

And I was thinking about

all that rail shit
we used to drink,

but we were already drunk
from being with each other,

so we didn't care.

And then I flipped totally
to the other extreme.

To Paris. That rainy night.

We wouldn't get out of
bed even though the iPod

was playing "With or
Without You" on repeat,

and so we ended up
listening to it all night.

And I was just thinking...

I was thinking how deep
it got between us.

And we promised that if
anything ever threatened us,

we'd remind ourselves
of that night

and we'd try to find
a way back to it.

And I'm reminding you of
that night right now.

Let's fight our way back to it.

Call me, please.

Thank you for finding the time, Mr.
Martinez.

What's the urgent matter?

My laptop was
stolen by a client.

Can you tell me who?

Gave me a backstopped alias.

Came to me for three months.

Worked his way into
my inner sanctum.

You think it's an
attack against me?

You or one of my more
prominent clients.

More prominent than I?

Should come as no
surprise to you

the lifestyle attracts
brilliant people.

Mm-hmm.

Intricate temperaments.

Intricate tastes.

How protected is
your information?

I have a deeply devoted
client from Palo Alto

who's in corporate
cyber defense.

You may rest assured.

And if I were ever
approached personally...

I know that your relationships
are beyond transactional.

The idea of blackmailing someone

with something so
close to their core,

- of punishing true expression...
- Understood.

Understood.

And thank you.

Pick that up.

It's good to see you again, Mr.
Martinez.

Hmm.

We should do it again under
other circumstances.

Once you've secured proper
permissions, of course.

Of course.

Did you find her?

Yes.

She went into the city with
the boys, but I don't...

know how to bring them home.

I'm sorry.

What do you want?

What I've always
wanted, to help.

I was remembering...
when you first met her.

Me, too.

And you said you felt like
you'd known her forever.

Everyone else was
sucking up, angling.

One date and you were
talking about marriage.

I was skeptical.

I thought that sort of thing

only happened in the
Sicilian hills.

And then I met her.

Then it all made sense.

You know, she had
three close friends

who lost their husbands on 9/11.

Firemen.

And she helped to
prop them all up,

even after losing
her own brother.

She helped them clean
out their closets,

and you wouldn't think that
that was the toughest thing,

but the way they
wept when they found

a favorite t-shirt or
an old varsity jacket

or a wedding suit.

And then about a week later,
something occurred to her,

and for all three of them,

she found a way to get
back into their bedrooms.

And she crawled under the beds

and retrieved the errant
slipper or sneaker.

She defended them from
those little land mines.

You don't talk about
that side of her much.

Look, I, um... I know
that you feel bad.

But that doesn't fix
anything 'cause I tried.

I'm limited to waiting now,

and you know the
problem with that?

You fucking hate waiting.

♪ Pensive music ♪

Hi, it's Lara. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me again.

You know what?
Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe Wendy Rhoades
isn't helping.

Maybe I should just blow her
the fuck out of our lives.

Whatever it takes to get you
home, get us talking again,

just say the word,

and I'll erase Wendy Rhoades
from our world forever.

Oh. Quick second date.

On the hazing,

the whole Code Red situation,

you were the victim, not
one of the aggressors.

You were Santiago, not Dawson.

Boy, they left me black and blue
anywhere my shirt would hide.

And you told on them?

Oh, no.

Oh, it had its desired effect.

I never breathed a word.

Until just now.

But later,

not a few days, two
years later...

intramural baseball.

I was at bat, the
ringleader was catching.

And on one fast ball,
I swung backwards.

Lefty.

Right into his face.

Was he wearing a mask?

Yeah, that's why his
head stayed on,

but his jaw... shattered.

Now, is that gonna
come back and bite me?

If you hadn't told me,
could've ended your campaign,

but I know how to spin it

as a strong
anti-bullying stance.

By the time I'm
finished with you,

you'll be signing baseball bats
every time you appear in public.

Okay.

My biggest potential
vulnerability.

Now it's in your hands.

Any chance the, uh, operative

could've copied the
hard drive on this?

No. He's a trusted.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

I'll have my tech people run
a lice comb through this.

Mm. You'll let me know.

- And the owner of this?
- Also a trusted.

Hundred percent?

No such thing.

Now you're getting it. Good.

Good.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

I want to say something to you.

I don't want you to
find it insulting.

- Okay.
- There may have been a time

when you understood the
psychological makeup of everyone

in the company, when you
knew whom to assign

any given task to in order to
achieve the desired result.

I know how my employees think.

You're saying I don't anymore?

You don't anymore.

Companies get bigger,

modes of governance and
delegation need to change

to keep pace, or...
you get this.

It's not the best short
thesis on Klaxon,

but I thought Ben Kim
could make it fly.

He couldn't. Mafee
couldn't either.

Their numbers dictate
it's a long,

- so that's all they could see.
- Fuck me.

Mafee's not dumb, he's not soft,

but he didn't understand or
wasn't willing to put on paper

what you needed him
to put on paper.

What do you think that was?

Justification for later,

proof that a good case could
be made for the short.

What would you do?

It's not an auto play.
Forget car sales.

Take a deep dive into their
financing department.

Look at 30- and 60-day
delinquencies, leasing, credit.

They're all stretched.

Every auto company is
pushing sales forward

with aggressive lending.

When that music stops,
there'll be no chairs left.

- But...
- But what?

But I assume there are other...
factors

that are really dictating
your short play here.

Congratulations.

All the analysts
now answer to you.

If I fill in those blanks,

- I have to put my name on it.
- Yeah.

Would that be a problem for you?

You know how your
employees think, right?

So you tell me.

Thanks for letting me up.

So, you won't do
sessions with him,

but you'll be his messenger?

He doesn't know I'm here.

But he told you I was,

and he told you what's
going on between us.

I was in the middle.

You're always in the middle.

Do you really think
that's the problem?

I know there's something
broken in him

that he thinks only you can fix.

It's not true.

Feels true.

And maybe if I got you
the fuck out of our way,

I'd get to fix it.

Or maybe it would
heal all by itself.

Got me out of the way?

♪ Tense music ♪

What kind of money would you
be making in the real world?

Lara.

Please, it is not
about money for me.

- Let's make it about money.
- Don't do this.

Don't you dare be
embarrassed for me.

What would it cost to
make you disappear?

Five, ten, twenty million?

- No.
- Why not?

Because the job means
something to me.

If it ceases to, I'll go,

but money means too little to me

and I have too much of it
to make decisions that way.

Bobby's the same.

I know it.

And you love it.

You married a guy who does
whatever the fuck he wants

because he has no reason
not to except you.

He's a steamroller.

Wasn't that part
of the attraction?

You scared him.

In all this time...

I've never seen fear in him.

Not till today.

It should all be simpler.

I don't know if it should be.
I know... it isn't.

If we make it through this...

does it get stronger
on the other side?

I don't know yet.

I hope so.

Forgive.

If you can.

♪ Pensive music ♪

Axe is asking if you have
the Klaxon research.

I got it right here. Just
haven't signed it yet.

So, should I tell him
he's getting it?

I've got it right here.

Just haven't signed it yet.

Okay.

Thanks for the call. I
appreciate you coming in.

Thanks for seeing
me on short notice.

Yeah.

I got you a latte.

And I don't know what
kind of cookies you like,

so there's a variety.

Thank you.

We've long suspected

criminal activity
at Axe Capital.

I'm aware.

And part of our work

is to research the
personnel of the company

and to find within it a
sympathetic partner.

And you think I fit
that description?

Yes. Because your
background tells me

you're an intelligent...

a good person,

so I'm just gonna
come out and ask.

Is there anything you
see at Axe Capital

that offends your sense of
fairness, of right and wrong?

What are you asking about?
Fairness or right and wrong?

Most people consider
those the same thing.

A stock is like a
living organism,

a sparrow, say.

And we are able to
create an emergent-based

abstraction of that sparrow,

which closely approximates
the sparrow itself,

accounting for
migration patterns,

wind, weather, and
other variables.

We can create a similar
abstraction of a stock,

combining the information
from the specific ETFs

which represent its
underlying dependencies.

And if we apply
this to the stock,

we can predict its delta,

following the path of
its abstracted self

because nature
follows abstraction.

I'm sorry. You lost me.
Let's start again.

You sure you don't
want a cookie?

- I'm not going to eat a cookie.
- Okay.

The reason Ed Harris can
get tough with Tom Cruise

is because he knows Cruise
has seen the bodies.

- Harris has something on him.
- That's right.

But you're coming
on with cookies.

Telling me you're not
leveraging me because you think

it's the kinder, more
profitable approach.

There's a simpler
answer, though.

You have no leverage.

You have nothing on Axe
Cap and even less on me.

Whoa, whoa, hey. Let's just...

No. We're done here.

♪ Dramatic music ♪

How'd that go?

I'm no Ed Harris.

♪ Tense music ♪

Hey, sit a minute.

Busy.

Well, sit anyway.

No, I got pies to make.

Come on, they can
wait five minutes.

Quick catch up.

You're my business partner.

So you get the slice
and a Coke on the arm.

But that don't buy you a
conversation with me.

Anything else I can get you?

No.

♪ Pensive music ♪

Hi, it's Lara. Leave a message.

You're punishing me. I get it.
I get it.

I have never punished you.
Not once. Not once.

I'm making one mistake,
and fine, fine.

It's not a contest.

You think I can't
control this, or you?

That you're teaching me
some, some fucking lesson?

I teach the fucking lessons,
and you are about to get one.

Lar, I will lock
you the fuck down

and operate you by
fucking remote control

with a flick of my
motherfucking fingers, Lar!

You don't believe me?
Try me, goddamn it.

You want to, you want
to take this vacation,

this, this adventure?

Have it, go for it! Get it out.

Then come the fuck home!

♪ Dramatic music ♪

Larry.

Bobby.

Thanks for coming. How are you?

Frankly, I've had better days.

But given your circumstances,

I've got no business
complaining.

How are you holding up?

Better man might
turn the experience

into a spiritual journey,

and through humility,

find some deeper
understanding of the self.

I spend each and every day
hoping for the end of it.

Anesthetic?

Appreciated, but I
was just dreaming.

They piss test me randomly.

Well, maybe take a risk.

So, what's on your mind?

Revenge.

Oh, you really aren't
feeling spiritual.

I got word from the
boys at Spartan-Ives.

Chuck Rhoades Sr. Has
taken a significant stake

in a company that's
going public.

Ice Juice.

No shit.

And insofar as you hate
the Rhoades family

almost as much as I do...

That could be pleasant.

Be fun if you could find a way
to lob a turd in the punch bowl.

Yeah. Real fun.

I'll make sure to take
a sizable allocation.

So you'd have cover.

Yeah, take the free money up
front, throw it into reverse,

and I'd short every
tick on the way down.

Worth the trip?

Yeah.

Yeah, worth the trip.

♪ Pensive music ♪

- Hi.
- Hi.

How was the rest of your day?

- It didn't get much better.
- Sorry.

Last fucking thing I
want to do is this.

Honestly...

that's great to hear
I'm not the only one.

I thought you fucking
loved this stuff.

Like it was oxygen to you.

I recognize its value.

Are you just gonna go off?

Or, uh, do you
want some company?

Just the two of us, you know,
talking without a paid referee.

I think we're capable of that.

Yeah.

Seeing you this afternoon, I
don't know, it felt, uh...

- Comfortable.
- Yeah.

That.

Can I buy you dinner?

I'd like that. I'm starving.

I know exactly where
we should go.

It's a bit far afield, but,
uh, it'll be worth it.

Where is it?

Trust me. Come on.

Hey.

Hey.

Any progress on the home front?

Nothing to speak of yet.

I'll buy you a drink.

No.

I've got some leftover
pharmaceutical-grade...

No.

Handjob?

Rain check.

Bonus Taylor five hundered k.

- At the end of the year?
- No. Now.

Mid-semester bonus. The
real one's still coming.

Should I move their desk
closer to the bimah?

Fitting for the new
head of research

who understands what
the job entails

and is willing to execute it.

I will make that happen.

What is this place?

- Mm.
- Welcome.

Do you have a reservation
with us this evening?

- Yes, under Rhoades.
- Oh, of course, yes.

Mr. and Mrs. Rhoades.
We've been expecting you.

Right this way.

Monsieur le Prosecutor.

Ah.

I swear to God I'm too
busy cooking the food

to cook the books.

You know, being a
criminal takes hard work.

You're French.

- I don't have to
worry about it.

Who is this college girl
you brought with you, huh?

Antoine.

Mwah, mwah.

Look at you with that face.
My God, you shame the angels.

Oh.

Asseyez vous. S'il vous plaît.

Amelie, pas de menu. Ce
n'est pas necessaire.

- I have a few ideas.
- Oh.

- Antoine, uh...
- Don't worry.

You're going to get
your Coq Au Vin.

Thank you, my friend.

Je vous en prie, mes amis.

How did you find him?

Here's to the long
arm of the law.

♪ Pensive music ♪

Oh, I'm sad that's over.

Listen, Wend.

A lot has come up I need
to talk to you about.

Go ahead.

There has been some movement.

The right influencers are
backing me for a run at Albany.

Your father must be
frothing at the mouth.

Oh, Jesus.

Like the end of Old Yeller.

I mean, I may have to shoot him.

Congratulations.

You know, it occurs to me

the reason you were in the
neighborhood earlier.

The thing we were gonna
discuss in therapy,

we haven't discussed.

There's this person I...

haven't liked much lately,

maybe fairly, maybe unfairly.

I don't know.

But she knew you and I were
going through tough times.

So she was extra smug
and condescending

when it came to the sanctity
of her own marriage.

And then I learned something
that I knew would hurt her.

And I just couldn't resist

punching her in
the face with it.

It's a natural urge.

But it didn't make
you feel good.

- No, it did.
- Mm-hmm.

For a second. It was a
fucking electric thrill.

But no, after I... kind
of hate myself for it.

Which is why you're
rare and special.

I know that you hold yourself
to a higher standard

because you're a therapist,

but you're also human.

And you and I both know

it's your humanity that makes
you so good at what you do.

So maybe you just let
yourself off with a warning.

Thank you.

Hey.

Yeah?

Antoine's right.

You shame the angels.

You really do.

♪ Tense music ♪

I'll drop it at the garage
on my way back to the club.

Thank you.

Chuck, that was lovely.

Yes, it sure was.

Hi, it's Lara. Leave a message.

Do you know what the
other rich guys do?

Pendleton? Krakow?

The fucking Russian guys
with the prostitute yacht.

Five hundred yards
behind the family yacht?

The fucking
opportunities I've had.

And I have not wavered once

in 15 years!

I get no credit for that?

For the life that I've built?

For the kind of man I am?

Fuck.

I could've been out
every single night.

Models, musicians, your
own so-called friends.

I could've done you like that.

Maybe I should have.

I get the same treatment
from you now,

but at least then,
I'd have earned it

by getting my fucking rocks off.

Yeah.

Front gate, sir. Missus is here.

Thanks.

♪ Pensive music ♪

Hey.

Chuck. Come home tonight.

Is that an order?

Damn right it is.

I really appreciate your
coming out so late.

That's the kind of service
you can expect from me

when you're ready to move up
from this and buy something.

♪ U2's "With or Without You" ♪

♪ See the stone set
in your eyes ♪

Welcome home.

♪ See the thorn twist
in your side ♪

♪ I'll wait for you ♪

Hey, how are ya?

♪ Sleight of hand and
twist of fate... ♪

Kiss your dad goodnight
and straight upstairs.

Be right up.

Goodnight, Dad.

- All right.
- Night, Dad.

Okay, see you in the
morning, fellas.

♪ Without you ♪

How was your night?

Fine.

I tried calling.

Phone's been off.

♪ I can't live ♪

I thought long and hard about
the thunderbolt today.

♪ With or without you ♪

Apollonia got blown up
by a fucking car bomb.

I'm going to put
the boys to bed.

♪ And you give yourself away ♪

♪ And you give ♪

♪ And you give ♪

♪ And you give yourself away ♪

♪ My hands are tied ♪

♪ My body bruised ♪

♪ She got me with
nothing to win ♪

♪ And nothing left to lose ♪

♪ And you give yourself away... ♪

Take your fucking clothes off.

♪ With or without you ♪

♪ With or without you, oh, oh ♪

♪ I can't live ♪

♪ With or without you ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ With or without you ♪

♪ With or without you, ah ♪

♪ I can't live ♪

♪ With or without you ♪

♪ With or without you ♪

♪ Ooooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooooh ♪