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You heard anything about a new casino

coming to upstate New York?

Yeah. I heard whispers.

Sandicot's downtown is
ripe for redevelopment.

The whole county's on
the edge of default.

You get to buy it cheap,
pennies on the dollar.

Wendy was at Krakow
Capital earlier today.

I need you back at Axe Capital.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

I'm here to ask a favor.

Rhoades reached out to me.

I'll be careful.

We only get one shot at this.

Express concerns about the bid rigging.

Make it clear that you
know it's going on.

Arendt is putting us all in danger.

He's gonna send us all to prison.

Mike's putting the band
back together again,

just like I told him to.

Lawrence Boyd, you're under arrest.

I thought you understood
the goddamn game.

Oh, I believe I do.

We find everybody that he fucked
and we buy up their clamps.

It'll be tantamount to
a class-action suit.

Oh!

You've been served.

With a lawsuit?

Hundred and twenty-seven of them.

They expedited you right through.

I'm not sure swift
justice is what I'm after,

but I'm glad to be outside.

If I didn't have the five
million for the bail,

I would've had to stay the night.

You'd have been fine.

No, I wouldn't have.

Get us the fuck out of here.

Rhoades is gonna flip one of your guys.

When this is over,
you'll be able to stand tall

knowing that you did the
right thing by cooperating.

He has. I got word.

Where do I sign?

What do I do?

- Flip him back.
- How?

I introduced you to a man
who can get that done.

Hall stopped returning my calls.

You wouldn't let him do what he wanted.

Well, I fucking will now.
Anything he says.

You goddamned better,

because I need you to gut
this motherfucker Rhoades

for both of us.

I will.

I'll get out here.

When you get back to your
country house tonight,

go out back and take a sauna.

Get focused.

That's an order.

You know, I usually get a
full-on Woodrow Wilson going

when I'm billing a client for
hundreds of lawyer hours a week.

But, uh, every hour I spend with you,

I'm aware little by little,
you're getting wiped out,

and that's even though
I'm underbilling you.

And then I sign the slips
for all the associates

putting in time on your cases,

and I wind up feeling a little sick.

Just keep doing what you're doing.

I'll figure it out.

How about the house?
It has to have occurred to you.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it would solve a lot of problems.

Financially.

Are you worried Wendy
wouldn't want to sell?

No.

I'm worried she wouldn't care.

You're raising your children here.

Trust me, it matters just as
much to her as it does to you.

That doesn't mean she wouldn't see
the wisdom of putting it on the market.

Right now,
things between us are so fragile,

I'm afraid to pull even a single thread.

Plus, if I floated selling the house,

I'd have to tell her why,

and I think it's best that she...

doesn't know the full extent of things.

How's couples therapy going?

As excruciating as I remember it?

Actually, I find that the best moments

often closely follow the worst ones.

You know?

Every now and then, for whatever reason,

the heaviness just lifts,

and, uh...

then we're just us again.

I don't remember those
moments lasting very long.

Like lightning.

Y-Y-You're fighting for a lot right now,

your job, your marriage.

Maybe consider the concept
that everything has a life span

and it's not the worst thing
to let certain things change...

or die off... when it's time.

Fuck.

I'm here solely at the
behest of our mutual friend.

I know.

He says that you've gained a
more comprehensive understanding

of your position.

I have.

What happens now?

Your accounts are frozen, of course,

so go to your contingency funds.

You'll need to access
2.5 million dollars

and funnel that amount
here by tomorrow morning.

It's the first installment

to your former associate
Michael Arendt...

so that he will cease cooperating.

You need to form a holding company...

I suggest on the Isle of Man...

in order to make payments to his wife

in the sum of $2.5 million
dollars every quarter...

I don't want to know the specifics.

You need to carry the weight of it now.

If any of these wire transfers
is even a minute late,

he will be free to say whatever he wants

to whomever he wants.

I understand.

Is money enough?

There's also this.

Arendt's children?

He will know that I will know

where they are every
day that he's in jail.

You wouldn't actually hurt them?

Imagine the kind of man
that could hurt a child,

the psychic baggage
that would come along

with something like that.

You'd never offload it.

Not really.

Make the payments.
I'll take care of the rest.

Enjoy your sauna.

Get in touch with Boyd's people.

Let's get him in here.

What do you think we can ask for?

The maximum, what is it, ten years?

Let's offer five.

Lowest I'll go is 18 months.

Jail time?

He's not even gonna negotiate
if that's on the table.

So be it.

You want to risk putting
this in front of a jury?

I want the world to know that I can be

a stubborn motherfucker if I need to be.

We're talking about
bid-rigging Treasury auctions.

What kind of a jury isn't
gonna slip into a coma

while we try to explain to them
what the fuck that even means?

It's your job to figure out
how to keep them entertained.

This is a case that
could make your career.

Or end it.

I can't wait to see Boyd's face.

That's right.

We don't rate an appearance by Mr. Boyd?

Mr. Boyd is confident his
presence isn't required.

I've been instructed by
my client to tell you

that Spartan-Ives is
willing to pay a small fine,

but that there will be
no admission of guilt

by Mr. Boyd personally and,
of course, no termination.

We have an authenticated audio recording

of your client incriminating himself,

and a corroborating witness.

You can tell your client
that his disrespect

of the Southern District has been noted.

There's a deal on the table.

We pass.

Hang tight.

Hey.

Hey.

What was that?

Uh, we've lost Arendt.

What do you mean, he's...

Oh, fuck!

Boyd obviously feels safe.

Somebody got to our witness.

So all we have is a shitty recording?

- That's our case?
- No.

We have a guilty defendant.

Don't forget about that part.

You wanted a jury trial.

You've definitely got it.

I was renovating anyway,

so I said, "Well,
why not dry-age my own?"

Ohh!

All that meat!

Don't you be shy.

You choose whatever you want,

and I'll have Valerie
throw it on the grill.

We have the Wagyus, Tomahawk ribeye,

Fullblood Tenderloin...
all grass-fed, of course.

Ooh. A5 Kobe Strip.

That is a nice one.

That's aging well.

So, listen, we have a timing issue.

How bad?

We cut deals with all the
property owners to vacate,

but...

Some are backing out?

A guy named Hank Flagg.

Spoke to my lawyers last night.

I don't think he's some crank.

He's made it clear he's
holding out for a better deal.

Does he know it's a casino?

I made all the offers through an LLC.

No one knows I'm involved.

Can we work around him?

Well, he's got 200 acres of shit,
but it's key.

It's where we need to build
the access road to the interstate.

Well, what was your offer?

One-point-five.

For 200 acres in the middle
of the fucking sticks?

Yeah, you wanted to get it done.

I did.

We'll bring in a government agency,

a community-reinvestment
development authority.

They will basically
force him from the land.

That'll turn into the
litigation from hell.

Special-interest groups'll pile on,
environmentalistas.

That flame'll burn quick,

and then I'll bleed the guy out.

He'll take my price.

They always do.

Two years at the outside.

Look, I'd be willing to pop up there,

see what I can...

Have at it. Maybe you'll turn him.

I'm gonna go check on the grill.

Take your time.

Two years?

What's that gonna cost us?

Our kidneys.

Flagg got his price. He backed out.

The guy knows something's up.

What are you gonna have?

I don't give a shit. You decide.

Hello?

Hello. In here.

Hey.

Uh, isn't this my night?

I'm just stopping by.

Our son told me...

what you said to him
about the separation.

Well, what did he tell you?

That you took responsibility for it

and... that you stood up for me.

That means a lot, um... to the kids.

You're showing them we're not polarized,

we're not at war.

I think it helps stabilize them.

And it means a lot to me, too.

Good.

How ya doing?

Uh, very well. Quite well.

You sure?

Mm-hmm.

Busy, but, uh, otherwise,
I'm crackerjack.

And I'm about to bust open a
bottle of rosé to prove it.

Care to join me?

The Wolffer?

Yeah. Last bottle.

Sure.

And what makes you think you're
gonna get the kids to eat kale?

That would be the kale
chips I plan to serve.

They're practically Pringles.

- Sneaky!
- Mm.

I love it. I wonder
if I should try to make that.

That is for the entrée...

salmon with ginger and sage.

Who are you?

Look, I'm sure
that I can stretch the salmon

to serve four if you'd like to join us.

Eva would be thrilled to
have a smaller portion.

Okay.

Shit.

Excuse me.

Everything okay?

Ira?

Yeah.

Knock, knock.

Yes, who's there?

Alligator.

Alligator who?

Alligator the shark.
He has a beard growing.

What?!

That made absolutely no sense.

That was amazing.

May I please be excused?

- Me too.
- Yes.

Clear your plates, and then, yeah.

I'll be up to say good
night before I go.

Well, that was interesting.

Yeah.

I thought Kevin's nonchalance
was very impressive.

Mm.

Not Eva's, though.

Unh-unh.

No.

Her eyes were like saucers.

Parsing every word, every gesture.

I mean, they both were.

Uh-huh.

Two analytic little minds
searching for meaning.

I wonder where they got that from.

We're lucky.

I think they each got
the best of both of us.

Nothing can ever take that away.

I can finish up here.

- You sure?
- Yeah. Absolutely.

You go have a wonderful night.

I'm glad I stayed.

Thank you for asking me.

Yeah.

It was, uh... nice.

I have to take this.

Good night, Wendy.

Good night.

Ira? Yeah.

No, I can talk.

Hey.

Hi.

Come in.

- I appreciate this.
- Oh.

- Can I get you anything?
- No, thank you.

Oh, Taiga, this is Wendy. Wendy, Taiga.

- Hello.
- Hey.

I like your bag.

Oh. Thank you.

I'm gonna be in here, okay, babe?

Sure.

You'd like her.

She's an interesting girl,
very accomplished.

I'm sure it's quite a skill set.

I know it's a little strange,
my coming here.

These are strange times.

How worried should I be about Chuck?

Well, you, of all people, should know,

I can't really answer that.

I do understand.

And I know you're his lawyer,
but you're also his friend.

If Chuck's in crisis,

then hiding it because of some code,

that doesn't help anybody.

It has nothing to do with a code.

It's true he is in crisis.

He's getting crushed, actually.

I wish he'd tell me.

He doesn't want to risk
freighting the relationship.

He's afraid it'll
collapse under the stress.

He's showing superhuman restraint,
if you ask me.

I wish I'd had one-tenth of that

when Elizabeth and I were splitting up.

The irony is,

he's probably never needed you
as much as he does right now.

Jesus.

Ira, how bad is it?

Is it something he'll get through?

Honestly... I don't know.

I've seen him in the
line of fire before,

but this... this... this is a siege.

And I will say this,

the Axelrod civil suits are
a big fucking part of it.

What do you mean?

He said they couldn't hurt
him while he was in office.

He was padding it.

All right, look, you can't know this,

but it didn't go away when
we moved for dismissal.

He's gonna be deposed next week.

He could be on the hook
for a lot of damage...

to his reputation,

not to mention his bank account...

Your bank account.

Between the investigation
and these lawsuits

and you...

I can't figure out how
he's still standing.

Unusual choice.

Eva has a lesson.

Plus, neutral territory.
You've got all the tricks.

Nope. No tricks.

This will be as direct a conversation
as I know how to have.

Oh. So you came to throw bombs?

Good.

I'm reconsidering your offer.

You're late. I hired someone.

If he were getting it done,
you wouldn't be here.

So, what changed your mind? Seeing Wags?

My mind's not all the way changed.

But seeing him did have a hand in it.

It's gonna take some doing to
get rid of that ass tattoo.

I have terms...

A dozen laser sessions, at least.

...and one of them is,
I don't talk about my clients.

What happens in my office is sacrosanct.

I don't talk about my
sessions with you or anyone.

Not even your husband?

And I keep my files on
an air-gapped computer

that no one touches.

Reasonable.

Anything else?

20% increase in salary and
2% stake in the company.

Kaboom! There it is.

Look at the balls on you.

Yes on the comp, no on the stake.

No one owns any of it but me.

But a profit share and
payout equal to one percent

in the case of a sale.

You were dug in the last time I saw you.

Still pretty angry.

Yes, I was.

So, what changed?

When you came to my office,

I asked you to back off, and you did.

I drew a boundary, and you respected it.

So you're ready to trust me again?

It's a start.

Okay.

So, are we done?

There's one more thing I need.

Let's hear it.

You have to drop the civil
suits against my husband.

Wow. That is quite an ask, Mrs. Rhoades.

I admire your audacity,

but that is not something
I think I can accede to.

Then our relationship stays nonexistent.

It's not negotiable.

Your husband hurt my company.

He hurt me.

Okay.

I'll drop the suits.

Thank you.

I'll have my lawyers give
you an official letter

guaranteeing it,

with dates certain and
penalties attached.

Good.

Okay. I'll see you
in the office tomorrow.

Motherfucker.

That's why you filed those
suits in the first place,

so I'd cave and come
to you with this deal.

Well, not to restart our
partnership with a lie...

it's not the only reason.

But yes, that was a scenario
that I had gamed out.

Our deal hold?

Yes.

But not for you.

You want a session, see someone else.

My office is off-limits.

Fine.

Hey.

Have Chef Ryan give the
kids dinner tonight.

I'm taking you out.

Yeah.

And I'll see you at the pad.
We're taking the chopper.

You said you have something interesting?

Could be.

Axelrod's people were making
a lot of trips upstate,

always to the same town,
a place called Sandicot.

And?

And it's a pattern.

But what's in the town?

Nothing. It's a dirt spot.

I mean, why are they going?

You asked me to track their movements,

not to synthesize the meaning

of each contact they
have or place they visit.

From Chef.

This is a 1975 Château d'Yquem.

Tell Chef thank you.

Absolutely.

We need to get past this stalemate.

I agree.

You have to believe that
I need you as a partner.

I need your counsel, your perspective.

I trust no one more than you.

And right now,

I need your take on something.

Okay.

So, uh, you know we had
a bit of a rough quarter.

Everyone was a little rocked by it.

You can feel that they're having trouble

buoying themselves.

And... so...

I was thinking of bringing...

bringing Wendy Rhoades back.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I thought this was
about you apologizing.

- Now this?
- I know. I know.

But the guys have made it clear,

through their results and their words,

that they need her.

I thought you had a new man.

Wags convinced me to try him out,

but Wags was pretty
fucked up at the time.

You're not thinking about
bringing Wendy back.

It's a done deal, isn't it?

You're actually lying to me now.

I'd like your blessing.

_

Take it.

Bobby, take the fucking call.

I'll be right back.

I love you.

Would you like to hear
about the desserts?

We'll take the check.

Of course.

Tell me.

Flagg has 200 acres of scrub.

If he's holding out for another offer,

he doesn't have a lot of leverage.

On the other hand,
he owns a small trucking company,

so he's not hurting for cash.

So he's someone we can reason with,

not some crackpot who's gonna lie down

in front of the bulldozers.

Correct.

I need to wrap this guy up
right fucking now.

Word spreads there's a holdout,

we'll have nine other property
owners going rogue on us.

Fuck me.

I didn't sleep at all.

This fighting... isn't us.

I'm going into the office early,

then I'm gonna head
upstate for a few hours.

When I get home tonight,
I want to talk this through.

I want to work it out.

Okay?

Hal.

Hey.

♪ We are poor little lambs
who have lost our way ♪

♪ Baa, baa, baa! ♪

Hey, I missed you at the Whiffs reunion.

I wish I'd had the time.

Ah.

Can you spare a minute?

Yeah.

I have been hearing rumblings
about a little town upstate,

and I wondered what you
could confirm for me.

You know my ear's always to the rail.

What do you know about Sandicot?

The gaming license?

That's what I heard.

If you're looking to buy,
you have to do it quickly.

They're announcing soon,
and there's sure to be a bounce.

You'll keep this between us?

What a question.

Good man.

Black Jack Foley.

There are those
who still call me that, yes.

How are you, Charles?

I'll be better

if you help me out with
a little something.

Is it within my purview?

What in this state isn't?

Not much.

Certainly not the proposed
location of a casino.

You must be talking about Sandicot.

I am.

And I'm asking,
does it have to go there?

Nothing has to go anywhere.

I need you
to write her a contract.

That'll be the only one at the firm.

It's necessary... protection all around.

She gets a big salary bump,
I lock her in.

There's no way her husband
can make a move on you now.

Especially since they're estranged,

the conflict of interest is irrefutable.

And reach out to Oliver Dake.

Tell him we won't be testifying
that the $5 million was a bribe.

Might be handy to keep
that in our back pocket,

just in case.

I'm not interested in
putting Wendy in jail.

Also, we're gonna drop the
suits against her husband.

So it is détente.

What do you think of the new lobby?

I think it's paranoid.

Much higher level of security.

Hired new compliance people, too.

What's next, a microchip implant?

You can just wear this.

Did your lawyer look through his papers?

He said it's fine. Do you have a pen?

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Will you excuse us?

That's not necessary.

No, it'll only take a minute.

Orrin.

Call off the dogs.

We're gonna drop the lawsuits
against Mr. Chuck Rhoades...

all of them.

In stages, as we discussed,
so we don't create a news story.

Is the show over?

I'm earning back your trust.

Grand gestures aren't necessary.

When it comes to you, Bobby,

it's the small kindnesses I prefer.

We're doing this now.

Um, I'm due in a deposition...

Then name the time. But today.

No more bogus excuses,

because I am done with this game.

Well, I'm gonna have to...

2:00 p.m.

If you don't show,
you can expect a suspension,

if not outright firing.

I'm on my way out.

Jury selection.

So...

Well, I'll make this quick.

I was just thinking about something
that Harry Houdini once said.

"An old trick well done is far better

than a new trick with no effect."

Houdini have any other advice...

like, how to get out of a
straitjacket underwater?

I'm gonna look for a way out in there.

And when this is over,

we need to have a talk
about my future here.

You know why I hired you?

I used to.

For your fury.

A lot of people around here...
Sacker, me...

we were born with a place at the table.

But you came to this job

knowing what it means to be an outsider,

and with the desperate fury of one.

But you are still
letting that fury use you

instead of you using it.

Right now, it's directed at me,

which doesn't serve you at all.

But refocused, channeled,
it'll become a weapon...

instead of a liability.

Come on.

My number's up.

I'm supposed to see Dake at two o'clock.

Sorry.

No.

You have been loyal.

You have gone above and
beyond trying to protect me.

You should cooperate.

Do what's right.

You owe it to your family.

What are you gonna do?

Wait.

Impressive collection.

Bobby Axelrod.

Hank Flagg.

You ride with a club?

To my mind, if you want to be an outlaw,

you don't join a club
with a fucking logo.

So, you run a hedge fund?

That's right.

We do have a logo.

So, what's your interest in my property?

I have a stake in the project
they want to use it for.

And I thought you might be
tired of talking to lawyers.

Jesus. Is that an Indian Four?

Yeah.

I'm restoring the foot clutch on it.

Yeah, suicide clutch.

That mid-1930s?

That's a good guess. It's '30.

Ah, four cylinders.

God, back in the day,

this machine was the epitome of power.

You had to be rich enough to afford it

and strong enough to handle it.

Let's go in the house.
We can talk there.

You got to know one-point-five
is a great price for this property.

One-point-five is bullshit now.

Well, what do you imagine...

It's got to be a casino.
That's how I have it figured.

Oh, come on.

You drive all the way up
here to tell me I'm wrong?

No. You came up here to
try to get me to deal.

Look, I respect you
wanting to hold firm.

I admire the fortitude.

But your problem is,

my friend's not going any higher.

He's just gonna bleed you out.

Or I'll bleed him out.

I'm in no rush.

Well, then, he's just gonna
bring in a government agency.

They won't give a shit.

They'll tell you the casino's
for the good of the community,

and then they'll throw
you off your own land.

Maybe they'll throw in a
couple of hundred thousand

for your trouble.

It'll be fucking Ruby Ridge
up here before that happens.

My guy's handing you a golden ticket.

You should take it and run.

Okay.

I'll sweeten it a little.

I'll make it an even two mil.

Mm.

Let me give you a little context.

My girlfriend's in real estate.

One day, she notices a spike
in interest in Sandicot,

which is, you know, curious,
to say the fucking least.

Then, the same week,
a friend of mine notices

a couple guys eating
burgers at Murdock's...

haircuts wearing expensive sneakers.

So I go down to Town
Hall to see what's what,

and I find out that you
bought the town's debt

for pennies on the dollar.

It's all public information.

I know what you stand to make.

And I also know what you stand to lose

if the town defaults on the bonds.

You can't afford to wait.

You need that casino open
and ready for business

as soon as goddamned possible.

I wish my guys had your
fucking initiative.

I'll double the offer.

Seven.

Yeah, I think I'd be happy at seven.

Nobody leaves a negotiation happy.

Five.

And for that, you throw in
the fucking Indian Four.

And would you be able
to decide on the facts,

regardless of your personal beliefs?

Yes. Of course.

Thank you.

Potential juror number two...

Actually, Your Honor,

I have a couple of
supplemental questions.

Okay.

But let's keep it moving.

Understood.

Do you have any idea how
much wealth in this country

is controlled by the top 20 percent?

A shit ton.

Your Honor.

Sorry.

Almost all of it.

Huh.

I'd like to challenge
the juror for cause.

Do your personal beliefs
about who has all the wealth

affect your ability to apply the law?

Not at all.

I understand my duty as an American.

All Americans,
regardless of wealth, can be fair.

Challenge for cause denied.

We'll use a peremptory challenge.

Thank you, juror. You're excused.

You just lost your paradigm juror.

That's got to hurt.

You said you worked underground,

building the Second Avenue Subway.

You're a sandhog.

And proud of it.

So was my grandfather.

Lincoln Tunnel, back in '34.

He said he never earned a bonus.

Has that changed over the years?

No. No. Never gotten a bonus.

Do you think you'd be
able to decide this case

in a fair and impartial manner

if you knew that the average
Spartan-Ives bonus last year

was over 366,000 dollars?

Holy shit.

Again, this is a hypothetical, but...

He's torqueing up this jury

like a fluffer on a porn set.

They're inflamed for the moment.
They'll calm down.

What if you knew Mr.
Boyd's personal bonus

was more than 50 times that?

That wouldn't affect your ability
to be impartial, would it?

I would be impartial.

Always trust a sandhog.

You have a confusing résumé.

What's with the, uh, fox-trot

from Southern District
to Eastern and back?

Nothing. It happens.

It never occurred to you that Rhoades

was moving you around
to serve his purposes

whenever he found himself
holding a Yarborough?

I don't play bridge.

You're excused, juror 32.

How many challenges do they have left?

That's tap city.

If that's your view of bankers,

then you could probably
recognize when a-a witness

has a personal hatred for the defendant

and accord him the
impartiality he deserves?

Sure I could.

I assume everyone hates
this man from first sight.

It's not gonna color my opinion.

These jurors are gonna
do me like Louis XVI.

Let me work.

What I want you to do...
is start fucking dealing.

Bryan, can we talk?

You really don't need to do this.

Their best witness is Tom McKinnon.

We'll paint him as a
cuckold with an agenda.

There's a very good chance we can win.

Define "win."

Define "very good."

Summer I was 18,

I worked in menswear at
Gimbels department store.

It doesn't exist anymore.

I wore a suit to work.

And I wore three suits home
underneath it on my last day...

sold them on the side
to pay for college.

The risk was worth the
reward back then because...

I had nothing to lose.

I'm not that kid anymore.

I'm facing ten years in federal prison.

That's a risk I cannot tolerate.

Larry.

Hear you had a rough one.

I'm at the table, Chuck.
Don't be a son of a bitch.

We're ready to settle.

Admission of guilt,
five years' probation,

and a 60 million dollar fine.

A very nice offer.

It's funny.

Something about a settlement
doesn't sit right with me.

Bid-rigging the U.S. Treasury market,

that, to me, is a crime
that... so profoundly

violates public trust
in our financial system

that it really seems only
right to continue the trial

and let the people decide.

No deal.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Is he kidding?

What a motherfucker!

That's what you're claiming?

You know I can have you
disbarred for lying.

The attorney general is on the phone.

General.

Chuck.

I hear you have confounded
Boyd and his team.

Congratulations.

This call means the world to me.

Thank you, ma'am.

Yes.

You have made it clear

that there will be no special treatment,
haven't you?

Thought that made sense, considering.

Now they're seeking settlement.

But I look forward to a trial...

A hard-hitting trial.

I would never meddle.
I need you to know that.

I would never ask you to accept a plea

unless you, too, felt that plea

was in the best interest of justice.

I appreciate that.

We are, as always,
interested in the same thing.

And I want you to know

that I would never
refuse to accept a plea

if, suddenly, I saw
that to do so would be more fair.

And that the idea of you

never meddling...

extended to me and the entire scope
of my affairs in the Southern District.

You have your open field.

Make the deal.

And so, now,
as the great Bruce Buffer says,

"It's time."

Do you believe
U.S. Attorney Rhoades

remained involved in the Axelrod case

even after he'd recused himself?

Yes.

Yes. Of course.

How did you know?

Specifics.

He came to me with information

that made it clear he
was still involved.

He made it clear that I was to try

to get the same information...

...but to do so in a way that...

Yes, General.

Um...

But...

Uh, I-I understand. Yes. Yes, ma'am.

But I'm... But I'm just now
coming into possession

of material information,

a-and if I could
have just a few more...

No. No.

Um, of course.

As you wish.

You can go.

What?

We're done here.

Yeah?

It's over.

Boyd puked himself.

He's taking a guilty plea.

Fuck.

Surrendered like a
French fucking soldier.

Rhoades knew his man.

As, uh, as I'm sure you know,

the attorney general has
suspended my investigation

and ordered me back to Washington.

Well, I hope you've enjoyed your stay.

Well...

Do you know what I... what I like most

about my job, Mr. Rhoades?

The sartorial flair?

I took an oath.

The same oath sworn by you, in fact,

to the people of the United States.

And when I see that someone

is putting his own
interests above that oath,

there is nothing I like
better than making sure

they never get another job
in the legal profession

f-for the rest of their lives.

Know this.

I had you... in the cross hairs.

But today, you're the man who
brought down Lawrence Boyd.

You're... Elvis.

So... today...

you are safe.

But...

don't get fucking comfortable.

What happened upstate?

I bought Flagg's property for five,

which I've leased to Thayer

for $750K a year on a ten-year lease.

Wyatt, we are rolling.

You pulled this
out of the fucking fire, boss.

An actual, unmitigated win.

The yield on this bad boy

is gonna keep Mama in
new shoes for years.

Bring on the bulldozers.

Yeah?

Congratulations.

Victory torn from the jaws.

Ah, sometimes, you play the goban.

Sometimes, you look across the board

and you see a total lack of kiai.

I know none of those words.

But I feel like you're calling
Lawrence Boyd a butter boy.

A guilty man took a guilty plea.

Closer than ever
to your goal, Bryan.

Which one?

That's what you should spend
the next few weeks figuring out.

See you next week.

Namaste.

Hey.

Hey.

I heard about Boyd.

I know, brutal.

But forget that. This is more important.

I-I'm sorry.

I should have told you about Wendy

before I even spoke to her.

You think this is about her?

Bobby, you act
like we're in this together.

You make command decisions,
sometimes life-changing,

and you don't even run them by me first.

Do you remember the boat?
The Galápagos?

You make plans, you put them in motion,

and then you inform me after the fact.

That is not the marriage
that I signed up for,

and that is not one that I
will accept going forward.

I've risked alienating
my brothers and sisters.

I have walked away from things
that I care deeply about.

I know.

And I do it because I understand

that when something becomes a liability,

you cut it loose for the greater good.

And if you ask me,
Wendy Rhoades is a liability,

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

Okay.

You're right.

A-About everything.

Look, what if I agree

that I, personally, won't see her?

I'll draw a line.

She and I will never have any sessions.

That way,
she'll never have anything on me.

Can you live with that?

I can try.

There you go, gentlemen.

- Congrats.
- All right.

- Well done.
- Hear, hear.

Top-drawer.

On my account, pal. Enjoy it.

Couldn't be happier for you.

To the vir triumphalis.

Hear, hear!

Son, there were times when
I thought you were finished.

You scared the hell out of me,
more than once.

But you prevailed.

And the only question now is...

which mansion will it be,
Gracie or the Governor's?

Relax, Dad.

I fought to keep my job.

I'm just gonna try to enjoy
it for the time being.

Don't waste this moment.

There's no telling how
fleeting it might be.

Uh, I have a piece of news.

Words you never want to hear
come out of your lawyer's mouth.

You're gonna want to hear this.
It is very good.

On my way over here,
I got a call from Axelrod's lawyer.

They are not gonna be
deposing you next week.

They're not gonna be
deposing you at all.

But their case can't proceed unless...

Their case isn't proceeding.

They are dropping the lawsuits...

quietly, over the next couple of months.

What did I tell you? You have muscle.

You even scared Axelrod.

When did this happen?

I got the call on the way over.

Your father's right.
You must've scared him.

What's the problem?

Now you're truly unencumbered.

Axelrod isn't scared
by displays of strength.

You all right?

I'm not sure.

Uh...

Thank you for this tribute.

It means a great deal,

celebrating this victory with you both.

I have to go.

Enjoy the scotch.

Hall!

Sandicot's not getting
the gaming license.

The commission went another way,

gave it to a town in the Catskills.

I'm looking into what happened,
but it's over.

Are you there?

I'm so happy for you.

Is something wrong?

What did you do to get Axelrod
to drop the civil suits?

This is a conversation,

and I don't think we
should have it tonight.

Let's not do anything to spoil
the tremendous day you've had.

Yeah, it's too late for that.

I went back to work at Axe Capital.

And, um, are you gonna try to insist

that you did it for me?

No.

I wanted to go back.

Chuck.

It's my work.

And when I didn't have it anymore, it...

it left a hole I tried
very hard to fill, but couldn't.

So yes, I went back for me,

but in doing it,
I found a way to help you, too.

Well, I'm happy that it works for you.

But for us,
I am afraid it's a deal breaker.

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