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Previously on "Billions"...

We have him dead to rights.

So he'll fold quick,

and then we get back to what
we were really doing... Axelrod.

Well, if you move on him
and take that risk,

you have to get the reward.

I said I know, Dad.

Suspect trading pattern
on Pepsum Pharmaceuticals.

[Ari] Peter Decker,
Quaker Ridge Financial.

We start with Decker since
he had the longest tenure

at Axe Capital of anyone
who left with Axe's backing.

It also makes him very loyal
to Axe, much harder to crack.

Get Terri McCue over at FBI
up on this, too.

Do you know Cross-Co.?

Mid-size firm, has a big
distribution contract

with that bakery company,
YumTime.

[Wendy] You're the best PM
on the floor. You know it.

- They're fucking sure of it.
- Fucking-A.

You think you're gonna
fucking blackmail me?

Your hair, which will test
positive for cocaine,

can be in Chuck Rhoades' hands
within an hour.

You're gonna watch,
listen, and report.

[Bobby] That's what this is
all about, guys.

Not only how our firm
survived 9/11,

but how we didn't give up.

It's just wrong

that you're the one
standing there.

You know, like the idea that
if someone has a problem

with you and they come
to you in person,

you do what you can
to take care of it.

But they take
that beef public,

the ground just falls out from
beneath them where I'm from.

- Are you threatening me?
- Fucking right I am.

Sync and corrections by explosiveskull
www.addic7ed.com

♪

[The Dramatics'
"Get Up & Get Down" playing]

♪

[man] Oh!

♪

[grunting]

[June and man moaning]

- Oh!
- Oh!

♪ Come on ♪

Oh, I'm in
the clubhouse turn.

[both continue moaning]

Ahh! Oh, Goddamn it.

[door creaks]

You want... you want
a beer or something?

♪ Get up out of your seat ♪

Let's just fuck.

♪ Get down, get up
and move your feet ♪

♪ Come on and... ♪
[door closes]

Say that again.

[whispers]
Let's just fuck.

♪

I don't make it a habit
to sleep with my authors.

Too bad for them.
[chuckles]

So this is the week, huh?

Your people break out
the marketing plan for my book.

We're gonna make you
into a best seller.

- [inhales sharply] Mm.
- Yeah.

I could do
all the morning shows.

And you will.

[truck beeping, engine rumbling]

[hydraulics hiss,
engine turns off]

- Morning.
- [Ben] Hey, Axe.

[gate rumbles]

Scrumpet?

You ever eat these?

My parents own a deli
in Kew Gardens.

- We used to sell 'em.
- You grew up in Queens?

We moved there when I was 9,
from Korea.

Oh, you speak the language?
[wrapper crinkling]

[speaks Korean]

Good to know.

You worked in that deli?

Every morning,
every afternoon,

and I did the books
on the weekends.

And then Stanford.

American dream.
[chuckles]

Here's something they didn't
teach you at Stanford, Ben.

Whenever you can,
put a company in your mouth.

[wrapper crinkles]

[♪ ethereal music]

What do you think?

[mouth full]
Not as good as I remember.

And that's a problem,
'cause I own

a hell of a lot
of these fucking things

and I'm about to own more.

♪

[cellphone vibrating]

[sighs]

Yeah, Jack.

What time is it?

Okay.

Well, that's crazy.

Okay.

Shit. Really?

Fuck.

Yeah, all right.
Well, thanks for the heads up.

Ah...

[cellphone clatters]

[whispers]
Son of a bitch.

[clears throat] Issue?

That was a courtesy call
from an agent friend of mine

working with
the Eastern District.

Mm. Okay.

Last night, they arrested
this hedge fund guy in Greenwich

on securities and wire fraud.

Get to the part
I'm gonna hate.

The guy works for Decker.

He's gonna flip on him
to save his own ass.

[sniffs] Son of a bitch.
What time is it?

- 5:50.
- [groans]

[birds calling]

[Chuck clicking tongue]
Hmm?

[dog barks]
Come on.

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Take it easy there, fella.

Excuse me, sir.

What?

You didn't clean up
after your dog.

Yeah, I forgot the bag
today.

[chuckles]

Oh, I don't think so

because, you know, it's not
just the statutory law,

it's the law of civility,
man.

And I've seen you before.

You come out of that building,
your dog craps,

and you just leave it
where it falls.

Why don't you mind
your business?

This is my business.

Oh, you're that guy.

I am that guy.

All right, well,
do you have an extra bag?

No, no. See, I used mine.

Well, I'll get it
next time.

No, I think you need
to get it this time.

Why don't you let it slide?

"Let it slide."

That sounds simple, easy.

Sure, let it slide.
That's just some dog shit.

But those are three devious
little words.

You know, if... if I let
your dog shit slide,

then I have to be okay

with this whole plaza
filling up with it,

which it would
before we know it.

Oh, then it would be
on our pant legs and our shoes,

and we would track it
into our homes,

and then our homes
would smell like shit, too.

It'd be easy
to let it slide.

You know, why don't we, uh,

why don't we let
petty larceny slide, too?

Some kid steals five bucks
from a newsstand? Who cares?

Well, maybe next time
he decides to steal your TV

or break into your brownstone
and steal your fucking wife.

But what difference
does it make?

Because by then, we're all
living in shit anyway.

Come on, man.
I don't have a bag.

- You have hands.
- What?

- Use your hands.
- Or?

♪

[sighs] Come on, man.
Come on, buddy.

♪

[cellphone vibrating]
There we go. Thattaboy.

That's the spirit.

- Ugh.
- Yeah?

[man] Eastern's moved
on Decker.

They pinched one of his guys.
Looks like he's cooperating.

He's gonna flip on Decker?
Are you fucking kidding me?

We... Goddamn it.
Hold on. Hold on.

Sir, there's still some
over here.

That's not Bobo's, man.

- It is now.
- Fuck. Really?

Yeah.

- Well, if they have Decker...
- [scoffs]

...then they have Axelrod,
and we don't.

- We know where this came from.
- [sighs] It's fucking Spyros.

Yeah, you know, while we're
chasing down Birch,

that glory hound gets Eastern
to look into Decker.

[groaning]

Hold on just a second.

[thud]
Sir?

Thank you for doing
your civic duty.

[scoffs]

Feels good, doesn't it?

[scoffs]

Okay.

[woman]
♪ Make some time for YumTime ♪

♪ We're baking just for you ♪

♪ Scrumpets and Krumblettes ♪

♪ And Scribbleberries, too ♪

- What up, big Steve?
- ♪ Every single crumb ♪

♪ You'll say
yum, yum, yum, yum, yum! ♪

- Good morning, Mr. Bailey.
- Thank you, Cheryl.

♪ YumTime today ♪
[telephone rings]

Mr. Bailey's office.

♪ ...for yum yum ♪

[woman] I have Mr. Purkheiser
on the line.

[button clicks]
Thank you.

What do you say, Purk?

Word is,

Bobby Axelrod is up to
a 4.9% stake in YumTime.

Thanks for the heads up, Purk.

- Okay.
- All right.

Fuck! Sh...

Cheryl, get in here!

[Major Lazer] ♪ Major lazer ♪

♪ Jump up, jump up,
jump up, yeah ♪

♪ Be advised,
everybody thumbs up, yeah ♪

♪ Everyone, yes,
bring your thumbs up, yeah ♪

♪ Everyone bring your thumbs up,
hey ♪

♪ Jump up, jump up,
jump up, yeah ♪

♪ Be advised,
everybody thumbs up, yeah ♪

♪ Everyone, yes,
bring your thumbs up, yeah ♪

♪ Everybody bring
your thumbs up ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪

And you know what ATM
stands for, right?

Yes.

I don't wanna be
the kind of person

that gets off on that.

I really don't.

But... I've learned this,

and it's one of the positives
of getting older.

It's better to accept
who I am than fight it.

Ass-to-mouth, by the way.

Just so that we are speaking
the same language.

Oh, we are.

Sometimes on the drive home,
I'll roll it over in my mind.

You know, what is it
about a woman

taking it into her mouth
after a little raw-dogging

that just seems so right?

And it's this...

that I'm accepted as I am.

Completely.

For my good qualities,
sure,

but also for all...

of my filth.

And I appreciate a woman
who is that giving.

I truly do.

[inhales sharply] But there's
more to it, isn't there?

The... act
you're talking about

has to do
with power dynamics.

Dominance.

Maybe ask why this is
coming up for you now.

Is there a work connection?

Someone you feel isn't looking
at you like she should?

Maria Saldana. Wow.

What happened?

She was kind of a bastard about
her bonus at quarterly review,

and then she went and got
an offer away.

Yeah, but she's still here.

Yeah, but she threatened
to leave,

leveraging us to make
a bigger offer,

which we will,
and I think she stays.

- You feel played.
- Yeah, I do.

Then why did you make her
the counter

if you feel that way?
Because she's great at her job.

Her P&L's always green.

She grew her capital
from 50 to $300 million.

Men renegotiate.

If they do it this way,
they get fired.

So it's really not because
she's a woman?

No, it's because she got
out of line.

You know that we're upping
Donnie Caan's capital...

tripling it.
I asked Axe why.

He said, "Donnie's loyal,
a good soldier."

And in your mind,
Maria's not.

It doesn't matter.
I'll keep her.

You gonna tell me about
that smile?

Well, I'll keep her,

but she won't have
much fun.

It's my duty to make
an example of her now.

You cannot leverage us.

So over the next two years,

she'll get cut back
in ways she can't control.

She'll get less deal flow,

less information will
fall into her lap.

At the end of her deal,

she'll be worth a quarter
of her current comp.

[♪ dramatic music]

Ass-to-mouth,

whether she likes it
or not.

[indistinct conversations]

- Hey, Christine.
- Oh, hey, Lara.

- I have you in the 10:00, right?
- Yeah.

So you get the whole
book tour treatment?

- Local press, store signings?
- Yes, all of that.

Oh, so fun. Hey, Lara.

Hi, ladies.

Congratulate June.

Oh, on what?

Goose Quill is publishing
her memoir

on how she got through 9/11.

Wow. Congratulations, June.

Yeah, it's just, you know,

it's just a story
I wanted to tell.

- [chuckles]
- So cool, right?

Yeah, super-duper.

Well, congrats again.
Can't wait to read it.

[sighs softly]

[indistinct conversations
continue]

[♪ pensive music]

Hi. It's Lara Axelrod for
Shari Strang in communications.

♪

[cellphone vibrates]

- Lara, hey.
- Hey, Shari.

Listen, I need you
to get something for me.

This is more.

This is much more than...

I didn't come in here

trying to get you to do
what you're doing.

Well, if you had,
I wouldn't be.

And it makes good sense.

Should make a pretty big
difference to the family.

Game changer for us.

- Bring Wags in?
- Yeah.

- Axe.
- Yeah?

Thank you for your trust.

Thank you for earning it.

[door closes]

This is huge.
I wanna thank you, too.

I told Donnie we've always
known we could trust him.

It's official. We're gonna
triple up his stack,

back him with the main fund
when we can.

He'll need one-on-ones,
some IPOs, and another analyst.

Excellent.
Shooter shooter, coming out.

Get started with 200,000 shares
of Rubinex.

That's a big position.
Are you sure?

We are not uncertain.

You're gonna be
our Brian Doyle.

- Who?
- Brian Doyle.

He's a utility player
on the '78 Yankees.

He's a lifetime
.168 hitter.

That's below the Mendoza.

But in the '78 World Series,

Willie Randolph got hurt,
Doyle stepped in,

hit .438,
played like an MVP.

- Legendary.
- You're gonna be Brian Doyle.

I'm gonna be Brian Doyle.

Amelia, I know
it's a high profile case.

But, uh, I'm building
something here.

So can we horse trade?

Listening.

The Schachetti brothers.

You gonna give me
the Schachetti brothers?

You like?

You propose to trade
a high-flying hedge fund manager

for a couple of old goombahs

throwing elbows
over garbage pickups in Queens?

Maybe, uh, you don't understand
how horse trading works.

Uh, you don't open
with your, uh...

You can't offer me your mule
for my thoroughbred.

You're hoping I'm dumb enough
to go for that.

So fuck you and the horse
you didn't ride in on.

[receiver thuds]

I think maybe she does
understand horse trading.

[telephones ringing,
indistinct conversations]

[man] Just find it.

[indistinct conversations
continue]

File you asked about.

What?

Sakurov cyber fraud case.

Oh, right. Thanks.

Any luck with the, uh,
douche bags from Eastern?

[chuckles] Not yet.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Well, I, uh, heard from
that agent over there and, uh,

Decker's junior is being
very cooperative.

- Son of a bitch.
- Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

[sighs]

All right, well,
catch you later.

Yeah.

- She's good, isn't she?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's important
to develop

good relationships
with agents.

Oh, yeah, I know.
You told me that first day.

Can't stress that enough.

So what's going on
with Eastern?

Ah.

Spyros, the SEC, pulled a move
on the Axelrod case.

What?

They got a guy
to flip on Decker,

one of
Axelrod's spin-offs.

- Pete Decker?
- Yeah.

He's got a couple billion
in assets under management.

Ties to Axelrod.

Mm, you wanted to flip him.

That was the plan.

You have all the leverage
you need?

[chuckles] No such thing.

I'll grind on it.

Like, uh, Terri.

She looks
like a real grinder.

[scoffs, chuckles]

As members of the board
of YumTime...

Gathered informally.

...you must wanna know

if my acquiring
almost 5% of your company

is a vote of confidence.

So let me put an end
to the suspense... it isn't.

Mr. Axelrod is prepared
to increase his position

and file with the SEC.

In addition to its stake,

Axe Capital controls
a significant percentage

of the silent money votes
in this company.

Which means,
come proxy season,

there's a road for all of you
being out on your asses.

It's all in the letter,
which can be released publicly.

We're all aware
of activist letters,

and Mr. Axelrod's history
with such.

A seat at the table and a say
in management decisions.

Based on what?

The fact that YumTime profits
have declined 8 years running,

while executive compensation
has soared 300%.

And Hutch Bailey III
has been CEO

for exactly that span of time.

I'm not here
as a declaration of war,

but as a beacon of hope...

someone who knows how
a business should be run,

who sees exactly why
your brand

is bleeding market share,

from the ingredients
to the marketing.

You are in a room full
of career business operators.

Absolutely.

And I've been made to understand

that you're
the reasonable board members

who see how tenuous
the future of YumTime is.

We could be as reasonable
as Phil Donahue,

wouldn't change a thing.

Hutch Bailey III
is the CEO

and will be
until he decides otherwise.

The Bailey family is YumTime.
YumTime is the Bailey family.

As the majority of
the board of directors,

you can change all of that
in an instant.

Our chairman, Jerome Purkheiser,
is a wise and smart man.

And he has been like
a second father to Hutch

once Hutch II passed on.

And I do not think Purk
would look upon this

in a friendly way at all.

So leave your letter.

Put it on a billboard
if you want.

This meeting's over.

[♪ tense music]

So it's all about Purkheiser.
Now we know that for sure.

- Yeah. Did you see her react?
- I did.

[horn honks in distance]

[woman] I am exposed here.
[sighs]

This board seat gives me
my own standing

and $200,000 in income.

Seats are always at risk
during a takeover.

You'll be fine.

I don't wanna hear
those words from you

until you divorce
Betty fucking Crocker.

Cut the screen test, Evelyn.
Let me read the goddamn letter.

[siren wailing in distance]

Jesus, really?

"Hutch Bailey has betrayed
the consumer and his own legacy

by tampering
with the recipe"?

The product tastes fine.

This isn't about
the product.

Bobby Axelrod knows about
you and me.

What? How?

[glass thuds]
Not sure. But I'm impressed.

He knows how important
your happiness is to me,

so he's making us
his brushback pitch to my son.

It's nice handiwork.

We've got to stop it.

He cannot get
on a winning streak.

What are we gonna do?

I gave you my board seat,
so I don't have a voice.

But here's what you can do.

You can talk
to Jerome Purkheiser.

And say what?

You're a persuasive woman.

Persuade him to ride
this thing out and block it.

They're lobbying him.

You should lobby him.

Okay, I'll go talk to him.

- Well, not now.
- Why not?

Honey, I took a pill.

[vehicles passing]

[door closes]
Hey, Lara.

- Did you get it?
- Yep.

How'd you do that so fast?

I know an editor
at Goose Quill.

His kid's a bass player,

and I promised his band
a Pitchfork piece.

Amazing.

Hey, Lar. Wanna try a morel
and asparagus beggar's purse?

Totally.

Lu, Shari. Shari, Lu.

Oh, the sister.

Yeah, the sister. Hey.

Eat that.

♪

Oh, my God. That is insane.

She farms 'em, I charms 'em.

I could eat that, like,
every day.

That's my sis.

So I skimmed.
I learned a thing or two.

I didn't know Axe
was a doctor.

A what?

Stanford.

Oh, the honorary.

Yeah, we made
a pretty big gift.

[dish clinks in distance]

Lara, take a look
at chapter ten.

It's a problem.

[chair thuds]

[♪ tense music]

[door closes]

No, I'm... I'm sure that
the kids will have

a wonderful time.

Listen, I really do
need to run.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

[receiver thuds]

- Lonnie.
- Chuck. What's up?

Uh, do you happen to catch
the science section on Tuesday?

I may have skipped it.

Mm. I never miss a word.

Anyway, uh, there was a piece
on microbial research.

It's a burgeoning field.

And this MIT team was
looking into apoptosis.

There are cells

within me and you
and other complex organisms

that will actually sacrifice
themselves for the whole.

Healthy cells just kind of...
[chuckles]

Taking one for the team.

What?

Statue of Liberty
attempted bombing case

needs to come off
your plate.

I'm sorry?

Eastern needs that case.

No. That's a dagger.

I have this.

I've been doing this
for two years around the clock.

Oh, believe me, I know,
and I see that.

But it really can't
be helped.

Besides, you're still
gonna be on the case.

What the fuck?

You're cross-designating me
to Eastern?

Like you said, you've been
working on it for two years.

They're gonna need
your expertise.

Yeah, I'm gonna do
all the scut work.

They're gonna try the case
and get the good stuff.

I'll make it up to you.

You gotta give me a reason.

I'm making parlay with Eastern
and I need big wampum.

[sighs deeply]

So I'm supposed to what,
just grab my ankles and take it?

I'll send over a vat
of ass lube.

[pats back]
Chuck.

What's the difference
between

ass lube
or regular lube?

Viscosity.

- Fuck, Wend.
- [chuckling]

I never get used
to how you live.

Yeah.

You know, I can see why you
made the choice that you did.

E.R., it's binary.

They come in
bleeding to death,

I get them back on the rails
inside of a day.

Or not.
Either way, it's done.

I'm forced to move on
to the next, to be present.

It's satisfying.

I'm an adrenaline junkie
anyway.

Well, we're both addicts.

This thing I do...

[scoffs] I get so fucking
turned on doing it

because I see the change
happen immediately, too.

They go from zero to 100,
and I can watch

exactly how they use
what I give them.

Yeah, but something about it
is not sitting right with you.

You're in the horns
of a dilemma.

Horns... of a... dilemma.

There's this woman. [sighs]

She's a real badass.
I like her a lot.

And I know she's about
to get crushed,

and the guy who's gonna
crush her is my patient, too.

All these people
matter to me,

and I can't do my job
if I judge them.

Do the triage.

Figure out who needs what more
and go that way.

That's the short-term fix.

Long term? This shit is gonna
give you ulceritis.

- [scoffs]
- Worse.

Talk to Chase,
the headhunter.

Hmm. That guy you...

Yeah, we had a little thing.
It was years ago.

- You were kinda into him.
- Mm-hmm.

He was... fun.

Good at certain things,
if I recall.

Very conscientious.

[laughing]

[laughing]

Someone's gotta talk
to Purkheiser.

He made his money
in meat processing.

Feared by the bovine.

Kills over a million cows
a year.

He's been described to me
as a cool-headed Midwesterner

who can smell bullshit
in the colon of a bull

from across the ranch.

[scoffs] Wanna try him?

I can't do that.
He's folksy.

So?

I've tried
with folksy people.

They find me to be
a rapacious scumbag.

I'm sorry to break it
to you, but...

I don't think it's just
the folksy people.

How 'bout you?

You're my rapacious scumbag.

This is what love is.

[Muzak playing
over telephone] ♪

They put me
on fucking hold?

Yeah, a man
of your stature.

Damn right.
Man of my imperious...

You ready to sweet talk me?

Statue of Liberty
bombing attempt.

I don't know.

Oh, yes, you do.

This story's front page
of the Times,

above the fold,
and the case is solid.

- One condition.
- Shoot.

Ari Spyros
is embedded with you.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

No, you can't saddle me
with that useless douche bag.

[mouths word]

- Take or leave?
- Done.

We'll send the transcript
right over.

- Good.
- [Ari] Chuck, it's Ari.

Looking forward
to working with you again.

[inhales deeply]

Hey. Spyros.

I'm glad
you heard all that.

And I promise, I'd have said
that to your fucking face,

which always reminds me
of a confused dog.

[children shout playfully,
man speaking indistinctly]

[Bryan] That's Decker.

[children continue shouting
playfully]

[air brakes hiss]

That's him.

Seems like
a real family man.

- Nice guy?
- What?

I don't give a shit.

Ah.

"Good father? Fuck you."

"Fuck you. Go home and play
with your kids."

[both chuckle]

[boy speaks indistinctly]

Okay, okay, okay. No.

Actually, I feel a little bit
bad doing it this way.

Yeah, me, too.
Let the kids clear.

That's goddamn decent
of you.

It's fucking hot.

- [boy] All right, bye, Dad.
- [Pete] All right.

- See you later, bud.
- Bye, Daddy. Love you.

Love you, too.

- All right, now.
- Go now.

[car doors open]

[car doors close]

Hi, Pete.

[♪ slow-tempo electronic music]

Mr. Decker,

Bryan Connerty

with the U.S. Attorney's office,
Southern District.

We have an awful lot
to talk about.

[♪ slow-tempo music]

Okay. [sighs]

It isn't flattering.

Looking at some pretty serious
reputational damage here.

Hmm, you think?

Is it a defamation case?
I don't know. You tell me.

How much is true?

He made some shrewd trades
around 9/11.

You know, he did what
he had to do.

My husband plays hardball.

Nobody makes billions of
dollars pitching underhand.

But his work situation
beforehand, what he did after,

incendiary.

[dishes clatter]

So what do you recommend?

Three avenues...

let her print,
then we rebut and sue.

And I'm not
recommending that.

People remember allegations,
not rebuttals.

Exactly. Someone says
Charlie fucked a goat,

even if the goat denies it,

he goes to the grave
"Charlie the goat fucker."

Second option...

buy the publishing company
and kill it.

That's too loud, I think.

Agreed.

The third choice...

I could go and try
and reason with her.

[chuckles]

No, I reasoned with that twat
once before. [exhales]

I have ways to get
her attention.

Hi. I'm in the 8:15
with Steffi.

Um, I don't have you
on my list.

I booked online.

There must be
some sort of mix up.

Your name didn't make it
into the system.

- Okay.
- Hey, June.

Um...

Lilly, Jane, Patricia...
you're all set.

[woman] Thanks, Christine.
I gotta change.

Um, can you just, like,
squeeze me in?

Sorry. It's policy.

Everything okay, June?

Yeah, everything's fine.
I... oh, God.

[chuckles] A doctor.
I totally forgot. I'm late.

[sighs heavily]

They're on their way.

Good.
[door closes]

Are you wearing cologne?

- Yeah.
- Jesus Christ.

So... ground rules.

I'll do
all of the talking.

"We have someone else that made
the same pharmaceutical trade."

First one in
gets a lollipop.

But to be clear,
we don't really have anyone?

To be clear,
I am making a play.

That's what I like to call
"the prisoner's dilemma."

No, you don't like to call it
that. That's what it's called.

Started as a thought experiment,
game theory in the '50s.

Does no one ever check you
on this bullshit?

I'm just saying, I would've
made the same play.

[door opens]
[woman] Mr. Decker, sir?

[clears throat]

[♪ tense music]

I think everyone knows
why we're here.

We're ready to listen.

Well...

we have you on
the Pepsum trade.

You know that.

So why don't you tell us
about how Bobby Axelrod

funneled you and other
satellites insider information?

You're saying words
I don't understand.

- Never gonna happen.
- What he's saying is,

at this time, he does not
wish to cooperate.

That's because he doesn't know
what we have up our sleeve.

Sleeves.

Mr. Decker, approximately
two and a half hours ago,

we had someone sitting
where you are now...

a young man from a fund that
I'm not at liberty to name,

and he was downright chatty.
[exhales]

So it looks
like the race is on

to see who's got
the stronger information

and who I'm gonna let
take the credit

for flipping
on Bobby Axelrod.

And the winner
gets to stay out of MCC.

Yes, that's correct.

Cooperate and go home.

Uh, but this comes to trial,

and you're talking
to your kids through glass.

We'll see how that
all works out.

Yes, we will.

We're done here.

Oh, you are far from done.

Just know that.

[door opens]

[door closes]
[sighs]

- Fuck.
- I don't see him caving.

Mm, I think he will.

[laughs]

You know, my fucking eyes
are watering here.

How many pints of that
shitty toilet water

do you splash on yourself
every morning, Spyros?

You think maybe it's gonna
help you get some tail?

Here's a tip... it's not.

[door opens]

[door closes]

It is a lot
in a confined area.

- I cut back a little.
- Yeah, maybe cut way back.

[horn honks in distance,
vehicles passing]

[sports game playing on TV]

- [smacks lips] So?
- It's a good slice of pizza.

- Bruno.
- What is it, Bobby?

Tell Mr. Purkheiser
why I love your sauce.

Uh, I use the San Marzanos.

- Tomatoes.
- Yeah, yeah, tomatoes.

You make 'em without 'em,
it wouldn't taste right.

Right. More expensive?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

But like I say,
it wouldn't taste right.

Wouldn't be verace.

Verace?

The true way you make
a pizza Napoletana.

This place is the pizza
of my youth.

He's been making it just
like this since I was a kid.

You know...
[clears throat]

Normally, somebody wants
to waltz with me,

I find myself sawing
a 20-ounce rib eye

on the East Side
with a $500 Cabernet.

I am different
from the other children.

Mm, well, that is clear now,
Mr. Axelrod.

[clears throat]
When I was 11 years old

till I was 14,
I was a paperboy.

I delivered the Journal News
every day after school.

And when I finished
my route,

I'd pick up
a YumTime Scrumpet.

It was my reward.

I did this every weekday
for three years.

And a while back,
I brought my two boys here.

And I showed them my route,
we stopped for a Scrumpet,

and they were colorless,

over-sweet, petrified.

Needless to say,
my two boys were underwhelmed.

So was I.

Didn't taste as good.

So I did some research,

and I learned that
the recipe had changed.

Bruno!

What's the name
of those tomatoes again?

Uh, the San Marzanos.

Bruno never let me down.

YumTime let me down.

Public company now.

Gotta boost profits
for the shareholders.

Synthetic ingredients
are cheaper, margins are better.

Hutch III is playing
a quarterly game.

It's just
a different world.

Well, Hutch III is flying

around that different world
in a G6.

I'm guessing Hutches I and II
flew coach.

It's classic,
time immemorial...

Hutch I starts it,
Hutch II grows it,

Hutch III blows it.

Shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves
in three generations.

Come on, Purk.
You have to see that.

If you don't throw in with me
or someone like me,

YumTime goes the same way
as Ebinger's.

What's Ebinger's?

That's exactly what
you wanted me to ask, isn't it?

[indistinct conversations]

- Hi, Mark.
- Ms. Raichlein.

I have a 10:20 tee time, but we
wanna hit the range first.

And I requested Stewart
on my bag.

Yeah, um, Mr. Kellum from
the membership committee

wanted to speak with you.

Oh, okay. Um... [huffs]
is he in his office?

No, he stepped out.

Well, then, I'll pop back in
after the round.

I had to give away
your tee time.

Uh, what are you talking about?

I don't really know.

Something about your account
being in arrears.

[laughs]

That is not true.
My bookkeeper... [scoffs]

There has been a mistake.

Well, you can't play golf
till it's been resolved.

[sighs]

[pounds on table]
Meeting to order.

Let the record reflect
that two guests are present...

Mr. Robert Axelrod,
shareholder,

and Mr. Michael Wagner.
Welcome, gentlemen.

Now I think we're all
familiar with Mr. Axelrod,

by reputation and through
the letter that was circulated.

And I feel that
this might be a good time

to hear directly from him.
Mr. Axelrod?

Thank you.

Folks, my proposal is simple.

Return to the original recipes

and restore the YumTime brand
to its former glory.

And then what?

After a good quarter or two,
you spin it off?

Do you see
what's happening here?

This... [sighs] carpetbagger,
he comes in here,

he shakes things up,

he sells the company off
in pieces,

and then he dumps his shares
the minute it ticks up.

He's a raider,
plain and simple.

Not my intention.

Do you have any idea
of the cost

of returning
to the old recipes?

We can't remain competitive.

Yes, sugar instead of
corn syrup,

and the elimination of
polysorbate and other crap

will add to the per unit cost
and cut into the margins.

And destroy profits.

How do we explain that
to the shareholders?

No explanation necessary.

We make up the difference
by streamlining inefficiencies

and trimming bloated executive
compensation and perquisites,

beginning with
the corporate jet.

- Okay, you have a jet.
- I earned a jet.

I earned one, too.

I started at the bottom.

And the Scrumpets taste fine.

You came on as
a 22-year-old vice president

and you raped
the Scrumpet.

I eat them.
I eat Scrumpets

and Dingdoodles
and Kookoonutties,

and they are good.

They're not as good.

But they're still
very, very good. Delicious.

Listen to me.

I move that
effective immediately,

Hutchinson Bailey III
be removed from his duties

as Chief Executive Officer
of the YumTime corporation.

Hang on a minute here!
Purk, you're being conned!

[lowered voice] Jerome,
this is not what we discussed.

Evelyn, there have been
subsequent discussions.

Is there a second?

Second.

All those in favor?

[♪ tense music]

Motion carries.

♪

You traitor.

My father is turning
in his grave, I assure you.

Your father thought
you were a lunkhead.

♪

Please, find the door.

♪

Fuck this.

I'll get my company back...

somehow.

And fuck you, Axelrod.

Well, now you're off
my Christmas list.

[door opens]

I now move...
[door closes]

...to remove Evelyn Benson
from this body

and delegate her seat
to Robert Axelrod.

- What?!
- [Lifson] Second.

[♪ dance music]

I'll go to the press.

If you do,

you'll be burned down
with your own match.

But if you don't, we'll write
you a nice endorsement,

and maybe you'll get
another board.

[sighs] You old cocksucker.

♪

The same might be said
of you, my dear.

♪

All those in favor?

♪

Motion carries.

Good luck, Evelyn.

[♪ slow-tempo
electronic dance music ♪]

[door slams]

They offered me
what I'm worth. Finally.

[sighs] That's great.

I leveraged the offer
from Zenobia capital.

The kinder, gentler fund.

What are they like?

Good returns,
less assholey.

Less assholey is good.

Okay. Talk to me.

- You have time?
- Yeah, come on.

All right.

[sighs]

So the more I thought about
going over to Zenobia,

the more excited I became
by the prospect.

I mean, I'd have to build up
a book again, but...

But there's
a growth opportunity.

And a ticket out
of the boys' club.

Yeah.

But then, uh...

Wags...
he really stepped up.

He was respectful,

endearing... almost.

Yeah, it's kinda weird,

but it gave rise
to a sense of loyalty.

Go figure, right?

He's an enigma.

So now
I'm in a dilemma again.

Yep. The horns.

Close your eyes.

[sighs]

Picture yourself...

at 80 years old.

You're at
your Sag Harbor place,

on the front porch
in a rocking chair.

See the view.

Hear the sound of the water,
the seagulls.

Feel the summer breeze.

And feel the arm
of the chair

as you slowly rock.

Now reflect on your life

having decided to stay here
at Axe Capital.

Your relationships here,

your chances... to advance,

to be fulfilled.

[exhales slowly]

What are your days like?

[♪ pensive music]

Now...

picture yourself having
spent that time with Zenobia.

♪

Who are you with?

What are your days like?

Were you able to rise?

♪

Did you become
a better version of yourself?

[inhales deeply]

[exhales slowly]

♪

Take your time.

[breathing heavily]
I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm having trouble
breathing here.

I-I-I don't understand.
My solar plexus is collapsing.

What do you mean
there is no place for him?

His father, who died tragically,
went to Stanford.

And so did his grandfather, who
has his name on a squash court.

He plays the goddamn violin.

This is a double legacy
with perfect SATs

who goes into Bridgeport
to read to poor, dumb children!

I mean,
what the fuck happened?!

[man] June, you know how sorry
we are about this.

This is just
a very competitive class.

What about a gap year?
Or what is his safety school?

His safety school
is fuck you! [grunts]

[crying]

[horn blaring]

I hate that cunt!

I hate that cunt!
I hate that cunt!

I hate that cunt!
[horn continues blaring ]

I hate that cunt!

[Chuck] Dad?

In my office.

Hi. Where's Mom?

Hair appointment.

I'm taking her out tonight to
Grenouille for our anniversary.

Mm.

But she set us up
with some gazpacho.

[clicks tongue]

She made some guacamole
as well.

Avocado's a superfood.

Hmm?

YumTime
and Bobby fucking Axelrod.

This is aimed at you.

How is that?

He's sending you a message,
showing you his reach.

[chuckles] That he knows
my father has a mistress?

Don't use that word here,
and yes.

If he can take away her board
seat just to fuck with me...

Then he can get to me
a million other ways, Dad.

[chuckles] I've dealt
with the Russians.

- I think I can handle this.
- Can you?

What the fuck do you want me
to do about it?

He made
a legal business play,

and, uh, that's costing you
some headaches,

which is too fucking bad.

It's gonna cost me
$200,000 in upkeep

is what it's gonna cost me,
but you have to ask yourself...

- [crunching]
- What is he gonna attack next?

[♪ tense music]

- Now find a way...
- [exhales deeply]

...to bury
the son of a bitch.

I am, but on my timetable,
not yours.

Your timetable
will have me watching

your gubernatorial campaign
from my fucking mausoleum.

I have to do this job
right first

before I even have a chance
at the next one.

Ah, agreement. We both wish
you'd do your fucking job now.

Guac is starting to turn.

Uh...

Tell your mail carrier
that, uh,

I'm terribly sorry
about her board seat.

And tell Mom, your wife,

that I said
happy anniversary.

♪

[Roxy Music] ♪ You've got me,
girl, on the run around ♪

♪ Run around ♪

♪ You've got me
all around town ♪

♪ You've got me, girl,
on the run around ♪

♪ And it's getting me down ♪

♪ Getting me down

♪

♪ Lady... ♪

[Wags] There she goes.

Yep.

♪ Then you look no further ♪

I really am gonna miss
her energy.

♪ For I'm gonna be your only ♪

♪

[sniffs]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Off to the Yankees game?

Don Pasquale.

Ah. Ambrogio Maestri.

I heard his Falstaff.

You're in for a real treat.

So Decker's parents...

a retired eighth grade teacher
and a sales clerk...

their net worth is
eight figures.

But all of their statements
go to their son's address.

Decker personally trades
their accounts.

Which kind of puts them
in his leaky boat.

What are they like?

Total straight and narrow,
church-going conservatives.

[exhales sharply]

Well, that's a tidy
leverage opportunity.

[♪ tense music]

I wonder if the parents
even know about it.

They could be
totally innocent here.

Do we really wanna do 'em
like this?

♪

We apply pressure
where and when we can.

Now he made them vulnerable,
not us.

We're just hitting
the hole in the line.

Right.

How'd you come up
with that?

Just thought about
what I would do

if I were a trader
in his position,

how I would hide
some of the money.

The Swiss banks are watched
too closely now.

He doesn't trust his wife,

and, uh, his parents aren't
sophisticated investors.

Good hunch.
[folder thuds]

Yeah, what are you
working on right now?

Internet fraud case.

Ah. I bet
that's fucking boring.

[chuckles] No, it's...
I mean, it's not, um...

Yeah, actually, it is.
It's fucking boring.

[chuckles] Why don't you
skip Don Pasquale

and join us on this opera buffa?
What do you say?

Fuck, yes.

♪

Hi, June. Come on in.

No, um, I can't stay,

but thanks
for making some time.

I realized
that I skipped a step.

[chuckles] I didn't show you
the manuscript.

This is a revised version.

I, um, I cut a chapter,

and I made some minor edits
here and there.

And I would be curious
to hear your opinion.

Great.
Can't wait to read it.

Great. Thanks.

[insects chirping in distance]

And, um, if you would

like me to
sign a nondisclosure

about the stuff
that I cut...

Would you?

That would be lovely.
Thank you.

[exhales]

Oh, and, June, I spoke to
Carl Belanger at Stanford...

The president.

Yeah, and, um, there seems
to be a mix-up.

A mix-up?

Yeah, the weighting they
gave certain categories

of your son's application,
they were inputted incorrectly.

And I believe corrections
are being made.

I have a very good feeling
that he'll get accepted.

Congratulations.

[exhales deeply]

I don't know how
to thank you.

[dog barking in distance]

[♪ electronic music]

[door creaks]

[electricity humming]

[heels clacking on floor]

[exhales deeply]

[humming continues]

Are you ready to serve?

[device turns off]
What is going on?

You are not here with me.

[muffled voice,
speaks indistinctly]

[exhales sharply]

I'm sorry. I just can't
concentrate.

Really? This makes
cattle concentrate.

The whole point is
this keeps you in the present.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Oh, there's, um...

Oh, God. I can't believe
I'm even talking about this.

What?

[sighs heavily]

[♪ pensive music]

Axe is...

[sighs] Jesus. Forget it.

No.

[exhales deeply]

He's fucking with my father,

and that's
in my head, Wend,

which has to be
what Axe wants.

He's a target
because of me, you know?

Your father
can handle himself.

Mm-hmm.

[sighs]

♪

[click,
electricity resumes humming]

I'm gonna leave you
to stew in it.

[whispers] Okay.

And when I get back,

you better be focused
and obedient.

Have...
[zapping]

I...made... myself... clear?

Yes. Yeah. Very clear.

[electricity continues humming]

Stay here.
[device turns off]

And wait for your mistress
to return.

[door opens and slams]

Ah. [sighs]

[touchscreen clicking ]

Boys asleep?

Just about.
Read a couple of chapters.

- We're at a good part.
- Fun.

That Dolores Umbridge
sure is a bitch.

[tablet clicks]
Oh, yeah.

I have something for you.

She wrote a book?

- Yes, she did.
- Am I in it?

You were.
Details about a certain time

at the beginning of the century
that very few people know about.

- And?
- She made some cuts.

At your suggestion?

She was resistant at first,

but she came around
to my way of thinking.

[manuscript thuds]

You deserve a Nobel Prize,
you know that?

No prize necessary.

[The Dramatics' "Your Love
Was Strange" playing] ♪

♪ Your love came down on me ♪

♪ Pitter patter, fall on me ♪

♪ Right out of nowhere ♪

♪ And, oh, so suddenly ♪

[cellphone vibrating]

[Wendy]
I'm so happy for you.

It feels right.

Thank you.

So what's the minimum investment
for family and friends?

Uh, $250,000,

but I promised I wouldn't take
any money away from Axe.

What if he never finds out?

Patient/doctor in reverse?

Yeah.

Count me in for 250.

Done.

Thanks.

♪

♪ Right out of nowhere,
like a shooting star above ♪

♪ I was so thrilled ♪

♪ With the new love
that I found ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ And you plan to see ♪

♪ That too many
are tearing me down ♪

♪ Your love was strange,
oh, baby, baby, baby ♪

♪ Your love was strange,
strange ♪

♪ Doo, Doo, Doo, I said... ♪

What happened?

Sorry, honey. I just...

Oh, don't worry about it.

Want me to undo you?

Yeah, thanks.

♪ The next time
you turn your back on me ♪

♪ There's someone in my place ♪

♪ Then you take your love
away from me ♪

♪ Your love was strange,
oh, baby... ♪

So you wanna just watch TV
and eat ice cream?

Yeah, perfect.

There's butter pecan.

I'm gonna go down
in a minute and get it soft.

[cheers, whistle, and applause]

[man] Play ball! Come on!

[crowd shouting indistinctly]

[man] Ball!

[Pete] Yeah, good eye, Teddy!
You're the man, baby!

You see it, you stroke it,
you're the man.

Hey, Coach.

Beautiful day
for a ball game.

- Really?
- Really.

[boy shouts indistinctly]

Is there something you want?

'Cause your lame shit
won't work here

any better than it did
in your office.

Aren't there rules
about you approaching me

- without my lawyer present?
- It's okay, Pete.

I'm not here for you.
Take it easy.

[man] Ball two!

[crowd groaning
and shouting indistinctly]

It was nice
that Karen and Bill

come out to see
their grandson play.

It'll be a little awkward
when we handcuff them

- and haul them off.
- [man] Strike!

[crowd groaning
and shouting indistinctly]

- [boy] Come on, Ted!
- [man shouts indistinctly]

Strike two!

I don't know. That looked
a little low to me.

Anyway, we got a subpoena on
your folks' investment portfolio

and it seems that
they were in

on the Pepsum trade,
among others.

And I know and you know
that was not a legal trade.

And they'll say that
they didn't know,

that they're innocent.

But hey,
that's what they all say.

- This is not right.
- Yeah.

Right and wrong.
That's a funny line, isn't it?

- [man] Ball!
- [crowd groaning]

But you know what is
kind of wrong?

This being Saturday,
we bring them in,

the courts aren't open,

so it's gonna be
a sleepover situation.

They don't deserve that.

But that's what
they're gonna fucking get.

[man shouts indistinctly]

- Yeah, I'll come in on Monday.
- Yes, you will.

Way to go, Teddy! Let's go!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

[crowd shouting and cheering]

Take third!
Take third, John!

Okay, hold up, hold up,
hold up, hold up, hold up.

Good thing
you held your player.

They had him
dead to rights.

[crowd shouting indistinctly]

[Edwin Starr's "War"
playing] ♪

[Pete] You rock, Teddy!
You run on anything!

♪ War, huh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ What is it good for? ♪

♪ Absolutely nothing ♪

♪ Uh-huh, uh-huh ♪

♪ War, huh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ What is it good for? ♪

♪ Absolutely nothing ♪

♪ Say it again, y'all ♪

♪ War, huh ♪

♪ Good God ♪

♪ What is it good for? ♪

♪ Absolutely nothing ♪

♪ Listen to me, oh, war ♪

♪ I despise ♪

♪ 'Cause it means destruction
of innocent lives ♪

♪ War means tears to thousands
of mother's eyes ♪

♪ When their sons go off
to fight and lose their lives ♪

♪ I said war, huh ♪

♪ Good God, y'all ♪

♪ What is... ♪

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