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Previously on Billions...

To our new AG.

- Oh.
- Long may he rule.

Until recently,
I had always had a North Star.

It's too late.

- That's how divorced people talk.
- It is.

You really are serious
about making a change.

I am committed to this course.

To purge the world of villainy.

And myself of...

I guess villainy, too.

Told ya: done giving you info.

There will come a time

when you will be forced
to line up against Axe

for your very survival.

When it does, you will need me.

I'll trade ya a whole pie,

plus solve your Rhoades problems,

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

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

I have an idea.

'Cause I brook no bullshit.

Last I checked,
we still had some sovereignty.

This is where you want to make a stand?

You stole my shaman.

When I compete, hell, I'm there to win.

Game's not over, buddy boy.

But if Mase Cap is no longer an
operation, what do I do here?

That's your answer to the fireside chat:

You want to become a bank.

- I want to become a bank.
- In order to rob it?

In order that I don't have to.

_

How do you know this
shit isn't gonna blow up?

'Cause Gordie Axelrod only
blows up shit when he wants to.

Did you just go full third-person?

Yeah, I know. Too much.

I got carried away with the excitement.

Marcus. Good to go.

Yah. Good to go.

Alright. Two. One. Jam it.

Yeah! Let's get rich...

- Yeah.
- We're crypto millionaires!

Oh, shit.

Gordie Axelrod done fucked up.

Damn.

Those photos the dealer
sent don't capture the...

Power?

Yeah, you have to stand
in front of a painting.

Feel what it does to you.

I'm sure feeling something.

What is it?

Oh. Guy's wrestling with the big themes.

Sex, drugs, and Cocoa Puffs?

Close...

This.

This is the one.

Dealer said his last
show was a while ago.

Dealer said it was almost a bust...

guy refused to
dance for collectors.

But it sold through.

- The work...
- Yeah, the work.

Good job getting me in here
while it's still virgin snow.

Let's grab these up
before the show starts.

- What the fuck?
- Red dots?

That means sold. That means...

There was a pre-pre-viewing?

- Im-fucking-possible.
- It happened.

We got snaked.

I will find the dealer and
ship him back to that armory

broken down like a disassembled
M-16 in a fucking crate...

Forget the dealer. We'll get him later.

Right now we go to the source.

You know what this guy looks like?

No. Very low-pro on the web.

Well. We'll spot him...

Look.

And now we have.

Hey, Tanner,

- Bobby Axelrod...
- How you doing?

Tanner, Axe, here, is a major collector.

Great eye for what's next.
Worth knowing.

I wish I had something
to sell you. But...

Prince. You bought the Implosion series.

Oh. I love knowing
that you dig 'em, too.

Yeah. I got here early,
and they spoke to me.

Damn, man.
Not my intention to scoop you.

Hey, if it couldn't be me. Salut.

Just kill me now.

Disturbing work, huh?

It really gets into
the weighty questions.

Mm. You know, what caught my eye

is the humility in the
face of inevitable decay.

Something you missed, no doubt.

Ahh, well,
I'll have plenty of time to find it

when it's hanging in my beach house.

Well, you'll beat me
to the punch next time.

How much second-rate
dogshit did you have to buy

- to get him in early?
- Nah, buying someone off,

- that's your move.
- What'd you use, charm?

Charm? Charm's thin.

Shit, you're charming,
but you ain't got a painting.

No, I happen to be warm and inviting.

And draw people to me.

In this case, I lucked into catching

a morning set with his dealer in Zuma.

Yesterday. Hardly had to ask.

Serendipity do da.

So. Where do you go from here?

Home. Back to Hudson.

Oh? You done with Implosion?

Are you?

I'm, uh, talking with the artist.

'Cause I'd love to buy if you have more.

I-I don't have a fucking
clue if I ever will.

I've always been obsessed
with what happens to things

when they come to their end.

Yeah. I don't paint for money.

Never have. Or demand.

So I don't know.

Well when you do, think of me.

- Okay.
- Tanner, it's your moment,

let's go down and let
'em see our paintings.

I failed you, habibi.

I don't feel like
bucking you up right now.

- Just do the next thing.
- Which is?

"I don't paint for money"

means nobody has paid me enough yet.

So, if you can't buy the art...

buy the artist.

What happens when you give me a job?

Like Hector Elizondo
in The Flamingo Kid:

You cut a joint, it stays.

I have no idea what any
of those words mean.

But yes. I get the damn job done.

See, he's a plumber...

And, uh, he works with his hands.

A pipe joint is, um...

Anyway, in this case?

Once the governor took our budget

and those criminal cases away,
you said, uh...

Yes. Find me some civil cases

- with big settlements.
- Mm.

Since we get to keep
'em and spend it as we see fit.

Well, I did it.

We'll have about 5 million coming in.

Praise be.

Yep. Just like Elizondo in Kid.

I'll take that as a compliment.

Oh, that's how it was intended.

If I'd wanted to insult you,
I'd have called you Big Sid.

Good job.

Keep it coming.

- What do you think?
- Think he'll go for it?

- Wouldn't you?
- Yeah.

But I don't see the
world the way he does.

- It does get good light though...
- Mm.

You wanted to talk banks?

- Mm.
- Let's talk banks.

Axe... you're not getting a bank.

That is, sadly,
the long and short of it.

Which I could've told you in
five minutes at your office,

where we were supposed to meet...

Yeah, change of plans.

- What is this place?
- Special project.

Don't worry about it.

So, how'm I getting a bank.

Told you, you won't.

FDIC approval is never happening.

We know it's hard.
That's why we have Hard Bob here.

To crack it open.

You didn't come to New York City
just to give us apologies...

No, I came for the Armory Show.

And him?

I like art parties.

Which we will be
getting back to post-haste...

after I make you understand

why a federal bank will
not be in your future.

Hello?

Understood...
I'll be there this afternoon.

We need to get on a plane.

Gordie stepped in some shit at school.

- Have a good trip...
- Uh uh. Hang tight.

You two are both coming with.

And by the time we land,

I want to know how I am
getting a fucking bank.

No fucking way that works.

No fucking way you understand it.

We educate them
so they can run the world.

One day.

But we can't let them run the school.

That's our job.

To make the tough decisions
until they're ready to.

Is that hand-holding?
Is that condescension?

No. Here at Lawrenceburg,
we call it guidance.

He's right about that.

The students at that university...

if he lets them win,
decide where to invest...

he's lost all control.

That's what he's saying.

But not what he believes.

This is NLP.
Natural Language Processing.

Analyzing subtext
through artificial intelligence.

- It does work.
- And pretty fucking cool.

The computer is digging
past the words he's saying,

beneath the speech itself...

- Still seems like bullshit.
- Stay with us.

By analyzing speech patterns,
vocal frequencies,

tone, sentence structure,

it tells us that this
man wants to divest

his university's billion dollar fund

from fossil fuels.

And not just because
of student protests.

- Because he thinks it's right.
- That's a theory, right?

A probability?

Look at him... trying.

Yes, it is a probabilistic conclusion.

But we've analyzed his statements

and noticed a change
about five years ago...

the first time any major
university divested.

If he wants in on the party,
why's he holding back?

You know it's not so easy

to unroll from these positions

without significant losses.

- Can we?
- Hell yeah, we can!

I mean,
this will be the first live test.

But yeah... I'm pretty fucking sure.

Have Lauren set the pitch.

I know some of his board of trustees.

- This won't be easy.
- Big wins never are.

Then go get that endowment.

And don't fail,
because after Langstraat pulled...

Yes. Another loss will be
demoralizing. And crippling.

To succeed we're going to need you to be

something you haven't been lately.

Friendly?

Effective.

How do you appeal to
someone whose values,

whose entire system of beliefs,
is opposed to yours?

- Are you talking about me?
- Not this time. No.

Although you should have asked
me before approaching Lauren.

Do you want to talk about it now?

No. No, a potential investor.

Chancellor of Lawrenceburg.

Do you want to give me more information

or leave it super theoretical?

I would like to give you, at all times,

as little information as possible.

But, we have found a way to
get underneath his words.

He knows he should divest
his school from fossil fuels.

He hates that the pressure to
do so is coming from students.

And if he does it in the wrong way,

he believes he will be fired.

So he cares too much about things

he shouldn't care about at all?

Part of him wants to fight the kids

for the sake of fighting the kids.

But that isn't rational.

That's the problem with the real world,

real people.

We're not computers

with the software
directing the hardware.

We're not rational actors.

- Some of us are.
- Some of us think we are.

Are you familiar with Jonathan Haidt?

The social psychologist.

- Do you believe in God?
- Um, no.

A simple transaction.

Ten bucks, for your eternal soul.

Oh, and you need
to sign it over on paper.

Do you take the deal?

And that pause tells you

everything you
need to know about people.

The moment when convictions run headlong

into layers of psychological baggage

that evolution and social convention

have wrapped them in.

You don't believe in the
religious concept of a soul,

yet you still hesitate at selling yours.

There's still that gap

between rational thought
and rational action.

Between software and hardware.

How do we bridge that gap?

Make the man fear inaction.

And the regret he'll have
if he makes the wrong move.

And now we're back to Lauren.

Stop moving people
around as you think best,

even if you're right.

You should have approached me first.

We should talk more.

- Gentlemen.
- Thanks, Sabrina.

Enjoy.

I don't want to offend.
May I speak freely?

Please do.

Even you can't bribe, beg,

and bully your way into a bank.

Your past legal troubles
make you too fragrant

to clear the federal background dive.

The SEC will drop its scat
all over your application.

I, too, don't want to offend.
May I speak freely?

Mode I prefer. I brook no bullshit.

You can go fuck yourself.

Our legal issues were extinguished.

Bringing them up now
is like watching porn

after you've already gotten off.

Well, may I speak freely?

Your legal issues were the tip

of the fucking toxic iceberg...

- May I speak freely?
- You can both speak fucking freely.

I thought you were omnipotent.
Or pretty fucking close anyway.

Now you're telling the FDIC
won't give me approval?

Even Jesus kept the miracles in
the realm of the conceivable.

The FDIC makes the
casino licensing board

look as soft as Cottonelle.

The fucking bankers almost
bankrupted the country...

And they got even
richer when they did it.

But they got their licenses first.

They were smart enough not
to stick their shmekels

into the tushies of the average American

until they actually had
a goddamn bank charter.

As in all things, sequence matters.

- You got too dirty too soon.
- Mm-hmm.

So gimme a plan.

Take your chance with a state charter.

Different regulators, lesser.
Perhaps more open to the...

Bribing, the begging, the bullying.

We'd still be a bank.

If you make it through
the flaming hoops.

You'll need to show a
high level of liquidity.

You'll need an airtight board.

You'll need a, a unassailable CEO.

And you'll have to rehab
your image with state pols

who will be unapologetic

and totally blind to
their own corruption.

Why don't you come work for me,
Hard Bob?

You know the territory.
I like the way you roll.

Lease him out to me.

He's his own man,
he can do what he wants.

Thanks for the offer,
I find it touching...

but I love working for the
G alongside Special K here.

I'll stick where I am.

Hey Lar...

I know...

Yeah. I'm on my way now.

They're not throwing
him out of anywhere,

you can count on that...

- Dad...
- What the fuck, Gord?

Bitcoin mining in your dorm?

- Multi-mining.
- What the fuck is a 'multi?'

Mining a selection of cryptocurrencies

with the highest market prices

and trading them back for Bitcoin.

It's the smart way to do the
stupid thing he was doing.

But it was gonna work.
And it should have worked.

If the wiring in the
dorm wasn't so shit...

You're blaming that?

Well. That's why we bypassed
the internal fusing.

Give us a call when you quit college.

We'll have a job for you.

Now, Gord, where'd you come up

with a fucking scheme like this?

Your son was responsible

for the cascading failure
of the local grid.

Knocked out the town.

All in service of some digital Mammon...

I don't think Gordie
should be here for this.

I'm going to speak more plainly

than you're used to, Mr. Axelrod.

My son can handle it.

I'm not sure you understand, sir.

I'm going to talk...

I get it.

Like Senator Geary in Two.

And, as Il Padrino did in that picture,

let me make you an offer.

A generous donation to the school.

Plus the costs of fixing up
whatever it is Gordie broke.

Because that,
that's what this is to you.

Something you fix

by dangling trinkets
in front of my face.

Your son dishonors himself,

dishonors this school,

and you see it as part of
a financial transaction.

Dishonors? I think you're soaking up

a little bit too much
of the atmosphere here.

It was...

Let's call it an independent
lab project gone bad.

Knocked out a few lights.

But you gotta admit, showed initiative.

Our business leaders today,
they started young,

goes doubly for our startups...

It showed, Mr. Axelrod,
a complete lack of respect

for the codes and morals

that we've been instilling
in our young men,

and more recently women,
for generations.

And more than that,

more than that,
it's a true lack of character.

Though I am sorry...

because as much as I want to believe

that each student that
enters Skinner Prep

comes in here a blank slate...

oh, sir, I don't know if your son

ever really had that chance.

Hmm.

You really did want to insult me today.

No. I want to wake you up to
the dangers your son is in.

To the dangers you helped put him in.

The world outside
this campus may be in crisis...

driven there largely by men like you,

modern-day robber barons

who only care about acquiring more,
more, more, more...

but here, this place, sir,

this oasis, is the antidote.

I can't tell how many
zeros you're looking for.

At this school,
we don't hold the sins of the father

against the son.

But we do judge the sins of the son

on their own merits.

And right now, I have to tell you,

I'm leaning heavily toward expulsion.

Yeah. Lean too far,
you might could fall.

I'm no band leader.

Last guy who said that
lost his prized equine.

It might seem like a tough lesson.

But no matter how hard you try...

I will not allow you to put
a price on Gordie's soul.

Good day.

Am I punished?

I don't know what I'm doing with you.

First, let's get you clear of it.

Tell me we got something
good on this prig?

Bad news.
The Headmaster, Kessel, is clean.

This is a man with no discernible vices.

No arrests, no legal battles,

no financial problems. Not even a DUI.

I mean who doesn't have a
single DUI on their record...

I digress.

Fuck this place...

- Wait, I like it here...
- Thacker Prep.

Beech Abbey School. Eaglestone.

All fine, fine institutions...

Those are rehabs and reform schools.

And all brief resting
places for me in my youth.

I was going to offer to make a call.

Gordie's not tumbling
down the fucking ladder,

he's staying here.

Look. If we can't squeeze
the Headmaster,

then we squeeze what he loves most:
the school.

And we squeeze him where
it's most tender: the donors.

I'll call Hall.

- Dad, I'm really sorry.
- Hey. Hey.

Of course I defend you in
front of the Headmaster...

never speak against the family...

but between us, you really fucked up.

The risk/reward ratio is off.

And there are better
ways to impress a girl...

than putting your whole future at stake.

Look. I'm not mad that you ran a scheme,

I'm mad you didn't game it out.

Second law of thermodynamics, Gordie...

Total entropy of a system...

No. The price of your actions.

Now we have to ruin a headmaster.

- A good man.
- What a show of parentage.

I have so much to learn from you both,

about communication
between a father and a son.

Hall, we have a job for you,

breaking down a prep school

like a butcher quartering a spring lamb.

I'll get to that in a minute.

But first, I have a job for you.

I've had an epiphany,
watching Axe with...

Anyway, it is time

that I became a real pater familias.

I am reaching out to all of my children.

I have tabs on the little ones,

but I need you to locate my older sons.

Look, the truth is:

they cut me off.

But I need to see what they're up to...

what they've become.

_

We were thrilled to hear
that you might be interested

in teaching here at the
Law School this semester.

And I was doubly thrilled
that you could make the time

to talk with me about it, Dean Walker.

A sitting AG?

Students will be cutting
each other off at the knees

to get into your office hours.

Appreciate the compliment,

though looking back at my days here,

most of the scrambling was drunken

and involved fried glazed
doughnuts at The Doodle.

Education should be robust.

For me it was.

Oh. The world... and my place in it...

was never so clear as
when I was at school here.

Sleepless, buried under an avalanche

of books and case studies...

The point of it all
never burned so brightly.

Oh. I was in hell, yes,
but it all made sense.

I feel the same about Law School.

Mm.

Ah. That's right... you know, I...

I keep rolling it around
in the ol' noggin.

When I was here,
I had a sense of purpose,

you know, a surety that the law,
and my intention

of doing good and right as a prosecutor,

was a kind of shield.

And you learned the very tools

that allowed you to ascend to the job...

For sure.

Oh. To fight the evil in this world.

And if I can be a part of giving

the next generation the weapons...

How lucky they'll be to have you.

Oh.

We are thrilled that you'll
be a visiting professor.

The Rhoades name is woven
into our tradition here...

And as a member

of our Facultas Legis,

perhaps you could help
us with a small matter.

It seems your father agreed

to an annual donation

of a hundred thousand dollars...

- Uh-huh.
- ...and he's a bit in arrears.

How many years has he missed?

Well, all of them.

All of them.

Mm-hmm.

If you could help, that'd be great.

Either way,
we look forward to you joining us.

I'm here from Governor Sweeney's office

to pick up the check.

Which check is that?

The one for $5 million.

The funds from your
office's recent seizure?

You should have called
and saved the wear and tear

on your Florsheims then

because the way I understand it,

those funds are ours to
deploy as we see fit.

No. They're at the governor's
discretion and direction.

And he's directed me
to come and get them.

He feels that
the Manhattan DA's office

can put them to better use.

Have a check cut by end of day.

Enjoy your self-satisfied
smile while it lasts.

I never said I wanted to divest.

You wouldn't be here if you didn't know
it was the right thing to do.

And that I'm the person
who knows how to do it.

How can a man in my position

give in to the whims of
the current student...

Yes. You have drawn battle lines.

And so you think of it as giving in.

I'm not the only one.

The chairman of my board of
trustees has a strong take...

What's his take going to be

if other institutions do this first?

Well. As long as we're not last,

I think he'll be just fine with it.

You are too smart to think that way.

And know your history too well.

Wait and see results in missing out.

Can you guarantee me that
we'll make real money

in the process?

You will be out of your
petroleum positions.

You will be seen as responsive
to legitimate concerns.

And you will be on the cutting edge

of financial thinking.

If that's not a win, tell me what is.

And the entitled asshole class
known as the student body

will think they won
and bullied me into it.

How often does someone
give you the chance

to do the smart thing,

even when ego and lifelong wiring

are trying to pull you
in a different direction?

I understand, firsthand,

what it is to choke down
the bile of compromise

for the sake of the greater good.

Yes, it feels gross
and you shudder and shake.

But you wake up the next
day with a mind at ease.

Because you have
protected the long term.

Instead of indulging in
the momentary feeling

of being strong.

I'll take it to the trustees.

Yeah. I'll call you soon.

Whatever.

Okay, so. I found out a donor

who gave 800K to the athletic
department each year.

He's friends with friends of ours.

So I reached out.

Only it ain't 800K he gives.

It's a mil.

There's 200K a year
going somewhere else.

What'd you learn?

Uh. No. That was... um...

You ever try talking
to a 14-year-old girl

on FaceTime?

Goddamn,
I hope that was one of your kids.

My youngest.

It was rough.

But instead of dwelling on that,

and what it means for
who I am and have been,

as a man, husband and father,

I'm gonna get on figuring out
what Headmaster Kessel did

with that missing 200k.

This is such an honor.

Creative people have always been
so mystifying and special to me.

Perhaps because my mother always told me

to keep away from them.

Yeah, my mother used to say things.

And working for Axe...

the speed at which his mind operates,

the vastness of what it can hold,

the way he recognizes
and rewards talent...

it can bring out the best in you.

Things you didn't even
know you were capable of.

Plus, the money!

Thanks for showing me in.

Hey, if you want to cry or something,
man, go right ahead.

I got no judgments, nothing but love.

Hey, Axe.

Hey, look, man. I can't do this.

It's not how I work.

No, no, yeah, yeah, I understand.

I expected this call.

Hang in, we'll break some
bread and we'll get into it.

Yeah, alright. Alright.

Axe, when are you coming down?

I'm making a great gelato.

Soon. But in the meantime, listen,

I'm sending someone in
to pick up a few pies.

I'm out of town

but I've got an important dinner.

You know I don't do that kind of thing.

This pizza doesn't travel.

It's not supposed to be reheated.

It's pizza. It's designed to travel.

Not this pizza.

It goes from the oven to your mouth.

Listen. I won't hold you
responsible for the taste.

Only for you, Axe.

Chancellor.
Are we ready to discuss ACATing

your accounts over?

We are not.

This is Admiral Bill Karras,

chairman of the board of trustees.

You may have hypnotized
the chancellor, here.

But I have stood
up to much harsher methods

of interrogation.

I see.

We are not going to let
any candy-ass students

tell us how and
when to invest our endowment.

Thank you for your
interest in our university.

Admiral Karras. You know him?

Wild Bill?

Not that many four-star flag
officers walking around.

I was never under his direct command.

Met him at a fleet briefing
on the Saudi Peninsula.

His men had a song about him

and how he could power a
carrier with his temper.

- Why?
- He's holding up our endowment.

How can you arm me to take a run at him?

By telling you to stay
here and let me do it.

You think I'm a candy ass?

He thinks almost everyone
serving in the Navy

is a candy ass.

And he definitely thinks that

of absolutely everyone who didn't serve.

Then I'm going to let you take it.

My boy, my girl...

- Ah.
- The hearth is complete.

Can't picture you doing that with me.

Your lips never touched formula.

You were at your mother's teat

until you started reading Chaucer.

But you get with the times,
or you grow old.

You want to hold your sister?

Uh, no. It's not a social call.

Uh, I just came from old Ya-lay U.

I'm doing a bit of
teaching this semester.

- Back to the teat, eh?
- It'll do me good.

And you would do me and the school well

to follow through on your
financial commitment.

I'm done paying for your schooling.

Hey. You agreed to the donations,
not me.

Son, these things are all
politics and politicking.

When it comes to academic philanthropy,

it's a case of fox and hound.

And I'm the fox.

It's not a game. You made a pledge.

I have new priorities now.

You certainly do.

And Yale doesn't need your money...

their endowment's 30 billion already.

You're on board with this?

Has Yale offended you?

Something in how they've
historically dealt

with indigenous peoples?

No, I'm offended

by the idea of paying
for a family legacy

when the family doesn't
really act like a family.

Ah.

Uh-huh.

The warm embrace of the
brood is indeed important.

As strange and circuitously
linked as that brood may be.

Perhaps I've been dilatory
in my familial duties.

My children have not had the pleasure

of truly welcoming the
newest members of our clan.

It's high time I correct that oversight.

We'd like that very much.

I take it you'll have
no trouble navigating

the soon-to-be-former
Mrs. Wendy Rhoades?

Oh.

No one's more family-first.

We're gonna walk into his office

and we're gonna let the Headmaster know

what we know about him, and then you...

...will be sleeping back in
your dorm room tonight, Gord...

Oh. Glad I caught you.

Just had a one-on-one with
Skinner's athletic director.

Amiable man, after a fashion.

He confirmed Kessel took the money?

Yes... and no.

Pinched it but didn't pocket it.

Redirected it.

He's actually working for the good.

Like Robin of fucking Locksley?

Much like that.

Um, Kessel sidetracked the
excess money from wrestling

to fund a scholarship
program for Syrian refugees

that the school had refused to fund.

Three of those refugees
and their families

are on campus this year.

I'll stand by.

So the headmaster,
sanctimonious though he sure is,

turns out is a good man after all.

So, do we still have to destroy him?

What do you think?

Such a father.

Hey.

Still haven't caught
up with your eldest?

My Georgie? No, I haven't.

Last I heard,
he ran a legal cannabis business

in Colorado...

but it crossed state lines.

Now, much like the answer,
he's blowing in the wind.

Don't beat yourself up on this, Wags.

Fathering ain't easy.

Hey.

I have what I need to
take this Headmaster out.

Do I fix this for him?

How do I not fuck my kid up more?

That's the question

every decent parent asks every day.

Let's say you take the
laissez-faire approach,

let the market have its way with Gordie.

He learns there are consequences.

Gets suspended, probably expelled.

Ends up at a lower-tier prep school

or New York Military Academy.

Goes to Colby instead of Harvard.

There's... There's no shame in that...

I mean, unless for the kid

who's going mini-Winklevoss at 14...

it's what he set his sights on.

Then it's crushing.

And maybe he blames
you for the consequence.

And that chip on his shoulder

turns into a drinking
problem by the time he's 28.

Or he blames himself,

accepts the consequences,

self-worth gets
dinged up pretty good...

And winds up with a drinking
problem by the time he's 28.

And then there's you...

Can you stay the course...
with whatever you decide?

Because if you dive in
after him only sometimes,

he won't know how or when to swim,
or breathe, or trust.

It's got to be tough love all the way...

which could work out great,
he could turn out great...

or the interventionist
approach forevermore.

So the question is,

do I have the stomach to let him dangle?

If I had a hat, it would be in hand...

Why? What do you want to discuss?

I wish we didn't have to do this here.

I wish you were a
completely different man.

The financial restraining order

blocking you from getting your apartment

was... a bit of an overreach.

But I was merely reacting to...

I know... my releasing the statement.

Which I wouldn't have done

if you hadn't dragged
your goddamned feet.

I was having a hard time...
accepting our status.

But now I have.

So perhaps a pullback
on the order is in line.

Oh, Christ.

You need something.

You're not apologizing,
we're horse trading.

Out with it.

That's hardly the way
I would characterize this.

Fine.

The kids should know

that family is still
important at a time like this.

All family.

Even new family.

I want to formally
introduce Kevin and Eva

to Roxanne and Willow.

Come on.

You got to be kidding me.

Was this your whacked-out father's idea?

Wendy.

He is a changed individual.

You don't even believe that.

You'd be surprised at my
current suite of beliefs.

One of them being that there's
value in the sanctity of family.

Mm. Sometimes.

I'll lower my guns.

Have the ATRO lifted.

You want to buy an apartment... done.

What would be expected?

Just that the kids get to
know their new relatives...

Oh, and, uh,

that you be there too.

Where are we at? I've been texting.

Oh. It's off.

My phone. I-I turned it.

Are you... drunk?

- I was...
- I can smell it.

What do retired admirals drink?

Anything they want, and a lot of it.

Did you get into divestment?

Yeah. It's done.

It is? He agreed?

- He did...
- But how?

Because this candy ass's specialty

is making admirals
crumble like rock candy.

But an idea occurred on the way over.

Everything that they're giving up.

We can take the same position

that we are unrolling
the endowment from...

get the oil companies to make a deal

to stave off the publicity bloodletting

that will come from the divestment.

And we can do it without
implicating the University.

We just have to run the
trade through the main house.

It goes against the spirit
of the entire thing.

By the rules of
engagement in our business

it's the right move.

It's a no. It's not who we are.

Or who I want to be.

You know that line from Hamilton...

You know I know 'em all...

"He takes and he takes and he takes."

It's about Alexander.

But it might as well
be about our governor.

Oh no.

- The money?
- Yeah.

Best practices for years have been

that the AG gets to
use settlement money.

But the governor is claiming
the funds I've gathered.

So I'm to what, uh,

propose a duel at dawn
across the river in Jersey?

- Can you?
- Would that I could.

Is there a workaround?

I drilled down.

Before the funds land with us,
and so can be taken from us,

we can designate them.

But I want 'em!

We can designate
them to a public good.

Like a law school clinic,
earmarked to do certain work,

run by a certain person.

Yale Law.

I get to go home again.

And make it work for us.

You do.

Nice job, Sacker.

When I cut a joint, ya know?

Ohh. I do.

Sir? Excuse me!

We know you've been siphoning
from athletic donations

to give scholarships to Syrian refugees.

Your board's not gonna like that...

Yeah. And I'm certain the
authorities won't either.

Is this your plan? To blackmail me?

Blackmail? Nah. The word is expose.

Expose what?

I'm helping smart kids
and their families...

people with next to nothing...

make it in this world.

And I think you'll find
a school community here

that supports that.

Mm. Sounds noble, but will they, really?

You clearly underestimate

the empathy of the Skinner family.

These are your so-called
"scholarship recipients..."

But what it really looks
like is cheap labor.

Yeah. They...
They have no accommodations

when they get here, so I take them in.

They help around the house. That's it.

Unpaid illegal immigrants
living in your house.

That's not a very good look, Headmaster.

Well, I don't care what it looks like.

I'm helping these people.

Well, it looks like 'these people'

are working for you.

And they aren't getting paid for it,
are they?

- Don't they call that white slavery?
- I think they just call it slavery...

This isn't right.

Are you really going to destroy me...

tarnish this historic institution

that's helped thousands
of young men and women

and those poor refugees...

to keep your son from being expelled?

Bet your ass I am.

In fact I have.

- Isn't that what I just did, Wags?
- Yeah. I saw you do it.

- Like three seconds ago.
- Hmm.

So. You are going to clear my son,
Gordie, of any wrongdoing.

But that's not it. Oh.
We're not finished.

Not by a long shot.

'Cause you embarrassed him...
dragged him in here,

held him out in front of the
school like a common criminal.

You dinged his reputation.

So now you are going to give
me the chance to fix that, too.

Your headmaster was kind
enough to cede me the mic

for this morning's lesson,

and I'm here to give you a little bit

about what this school has
been holding back from you...

the goddamn truth about Darwin, scarcity

and the world you actually live in.

It's not the warm, swaddled place

your Headmaster and your
parents have told you about.

It's populated by people like me

who will TEAR YOU APART.

Nature didn't select me.

I selected myself by
harnessing my nature.

My son wasn't pulling a prank.

He was trying to earn.

And if he broke the school's code,

it's because the code is wrong.

Asked him to go against the DNA

which is telling each
of you to be greedy,

yes, be hungry.

Subjugate and conquer.

'Cause that's who we are.

That's what we are.

Capitalism harnesses that

better than any other
economic model on Earth.

Everything we have is
because of capitalism.

'Cause someone had an incentive
to get up off his ass,

to out-invent, to out-earn, yes,

and to subjugate others

less capable, less intelligent,

less ambitious, less lucky...

to make those capitalistic
dreams come true.

And you know what I'm talking about,
Headmaster Kessel.

It's the dirty secret
you may not want to hear...

but you fucking love the result.

As will you soon enough.

Courtesy knock!

Let's get this over with.

The generations.

All under one roof. At last.

Alrighty.

Kids this is your new...

uh, my sister.

Your aunt.

She's so small, how can she be my aunt?

Well.

The world can be a funny place, sweetie.

- It can...
- The world is

whatever the hell you make it.

Say hi. Hi.

She's adorable...

You want your papa?

- Check is in the mail, Sonny.
- Mm.

Check is in the mail.

Say hi. Hi.

Sir. Thank you.

- My pleasure.
- Wags, great.

Thanks, gentlemen.
I'll show you downstairs.

Please.

Was that...?

Dell Lambert from Argyra Petroleum...

Indeed it was.

- And...
- Yep,

Cliff Slade from Charter Offshore Oil.

We just assumed big positions

and gave them a nice
haircut while doing it.

- Baller move.
- A kick-save and a beaut'...

- You know who that is?
- Yes. I do.

Who were they?

Opportunity.

The CEOs of the fucking oil companies

we just divested
Lawrenceburg's endowment from.

Axe took on the positions?

Mm. With a back deal

that will pay off handsomely, no doubt.

Sick score...

No one in here seems happy.

How come no one's happy?

I know it was your idea.

But I know you didn't take it to him.

Don't worry, I'm not firing you...

- Fire me? I quit.
- Sara...

That should have been our
score and you know it.

But it's... not the right play.

Not right?

We're at work,
not a fucking climate rally.

You are only halfway in on this.

And you know where that leaves you?

Vietnam.

George Wagner. My son.

The first and proudest
issue of my loins...

is on his way up.
I hope he'll be working here soon.

Treat him like everyone else...
but not really.

Georgie boy!

Hello, Dad.

It's good to see you.

Can't wait to tell you the news...

the Good News.

What is this?

It's everything.

It's the whole world. Beyond.

Dad, I've made my personal relationship

with Jesus Christ.

And I'm here to share Him with you.

So...

I don't want the gig.

Like I told your guy there...

He said to wait and tell you.

It's not about my work, man.

It's about you and Prince.

I don't need to be part
of some pissing contest.

There's always a fight
over something of value.

Look, you think I really don't know

what makes your stuff so good?

No, I-I heard what you said.

And you wanted it before
Prince even got there, so...

But I never painted on commission before

and I don't plan on starting now.

Maybe that works with your stock boys.

But I'm a painter.

I have stock guys. I want Michelangelo.

Who painted on commission,
by the way.

Yeah. I know. The Medicis.

Do we like the Sistine Chapel any less

because they paid him to paint it?

No. And Mozart?

Did his best work for bags of gold.

Mozart died penniless, at his piano.

Okay. First he enjoyed
some Nipples of Venus.

And we're still talking
about him 250 years later.

I'm not asking for your soul.

Just your next eight paintings.

You know, the place does get
good light during the day.

Sure does.

Come on, let's sit. Keep talking.

Anthony said
to tell you he's sorry...

It's not going to be
like in the restaurant...

Yeah, the purist made it clear.

But honestly,
it looks pretty damn solid.

Yeah. Sure does.

- Thanks, Chef Ryan.
- You bet.

So, Anthony, my new pizza guy,

he's a lot like you... a true artist.

All the talent in the world,
but still he isn't sure.

He's afraid of coming up short,
because he knows perfection.

But, if you stick around,
what you'll see is:

I know greatness.

And that's what this is.

Take a bite. Tell me I'm wrong.

Mmm.

Mmm. Wow.

Fuck.

That's amazing.

You are not wrong.

That's what you'll
learn rolling with me.

I'm never wrong...

Almost never...

Really never.

Dig in.

To all of it.

You're with me now.

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