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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.

*BILLIONS*

*BILLIONS*
Season 05 Episode 03

Episode Title:
"Beg, Bribe, Bully"

Aired on:
May 17, 2020

♪ Cat Stevens' "Father and Son" ♪
plays...

♪ It's not time
to make a change ♪

♪ Just relax, take it easy ♪

♪ You're still young,
that's your fault ♪

♪ There's so much
you have to know ♪

♪ Find a girl, settle down ♪

♪ If you want, you can marry ♪

♪ Look at me ♪

♪ I am old, but I'm happy ♪

♪ I was once
like you are now ♪

♪ And I know
that it's not easy ♪

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.

♪ It's 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.

♪ She got a motor ♪

♪ Oh, baby, come on
and ride with me ♪

♪ She got a motor ♪

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.

See this:

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.

♪ Cat Stevens'
"Father and Son" ♪

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 for evermore.

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.

♪ Rainbow's
"Long Live Rock 'n' Roll" ♪

♪ Alright ♪

♪ Rock 'n' Roll ♪

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.

♪ Rainbow's
"Long Live Rock 'n' Roll" ♪

♪ Alright ♪

♪ Rock 'n' Roll ♪

♪ At the end of a dream,
if you know where I mean ♪

♪ When the mist
just starts to clear ♪

♪ In a similar way,
at the end of today ♪

♪ I could feel the sound
of writing on the wall ♪

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.

Sync corrections by srjanapala

You're with me now.

♪ Rainbow's "Long Live Rock 'n' Roll" ♪
plays...

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll,
yeah ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Look here ♪

♪ If you suddenly see
what has happened to me ♪

♪ You should spread the word
around ♪

♪ And tell everyone here
that it's perfectly clear ♪

♪ They can sail above it all
on what they've found ♪

♪ It cries for you ♪

♪ It's the best
that you can do ♪

♪ Like a sound
that's everywhere ♪

♪ I can hear it
screaming through the air ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Let it live, let it live,
let it live ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll,
yeah ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Banners held high with
a curse and cry and it's ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Long live rock 'n' roll ♪