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Thank you for seeing me, Father.

I need help.

And I don't have anyone to talk to,

and I need to talk.

If I just go over
things in my mind, I...

I... I get lost and I...

We all get a little lost.

Jesus, I don't mean
like that, I mean lost.

Like I literally can't
tell the difference

between what's real and what's not.

Somehow, talking out loud helps.

I haven't slept for a few days.

Probably not making any sense, I just...

This time, there may have
been too many possibilities,

too many motivations. I...

I had a friend that...

... he used to help me get
through times like this.

- But he died.
- I'm very sorry.

Is there anyone else you're close to?

In my line of work,

it's best not to get close to anyone.

That sounds lonely.

Look, I didn't come here

for some kind of counsel or salvation

or Hail Marys or whatever
it is you do here.

I just need someone to listen.

Do you think you can do that, Father?

Do you think you can listen to me

and keep it between us?

Just us and God.

God.

Right.

Well, maybe he can tell me
what the fuck is going on.

The only way to make real money

is to take big positions and move fast.

Hey, is that Strapstetter, from the Fed?

Yes, it is.

But that's not Mrs. Strapstetter.

No.

Guy's got a laugh like a warthog.

Terrible taste in wine, too.

No strings.

Have an affair. Gettugether.com

Jacob, right?

Would you mind changing
the channel for me?

- Yes, sir, Mr...
- Weir.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Weir.
- Thank you.

Damn it.

Hey, change the fucking channel.

CNNBC, Fox Business,
Bloomberg, something.

Change the fucking channel.

I'm sorry, Mr. Merril.

Mr. Weir's watching the game.

It's fucking soccer, dude.

Spoiler, it's going to be 0-0

for the next four fucking hours.

Change the fucking channel.

Hey, it's my team, pal.

Yeah? I'll, uh, I'll give
you five grand, how's that?

You know what? Keep
it. Knock yourself out.

Jacob, it's fine, change the channel.

Yes, sir, Mr. Weir.

Nate, it set off a flurry
of panic on the floor,

as word got out of studies
confirming high cancer rates

associated with the world's

leading erectile dysfunction drug...

Close on Esper and lock it.

... Esper-Ethika's stock into freefall.

Our whole position.

I have to tell you...

I'm not asking for strategy. Do it now!

I will be contacting my doctor.

Wow. He really doesn't like soccer.

Yeah.

But he makes up for it with charm.

Hailey.

John.

Maybe the funniest thing
I've seen in five years.

Right, like, all three.

Where you been hiding, Hailey?

I haven't seen you around here before.

That's because I
haven't been here before,

- John.
- Ah.

How about you?

Oh, I come here all the time.

Can't get enough

of the bloody cow carcass,
wall-street-bro vibe.

No, I'm kidding.

It's my first time, too.

So, what brought you into
this fine establishment?

I'm in from Pittsburgh
for some meetings.

Had some time to kill,

figured I'd have some wine,

you know...

troll the dating apps for a little fun.

You know, make the most of things.

And then I look up and I see...

you.

- And, well...
- Here we are.

So it seems.

My hotel's across the street.

Well, that's convenient.

I hope you have a good night's sleep.

Oh, wait a second.

I see what you're saying.

Okay, just this once. Bartender!

Could you please bring me the bill

as fast as humanly possible?

... setting off a flurry of panic

on the floor, as word of studies

confirming high cancer rates

associated with the leading
ED drug in the world,

sending Esper-Ethika's
stock into a freefall.

The sudden sell-off
triggered a brief shutdown

in trading in Tokyo.

No surprises...

Are you leaving so soon?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Afraid so.

- Coffee?
- No, thanks.

What are you doing?

You're going to have to tell Madi

if she wants to get leverage over me

she's going to have to
work a little harder.

Huh?

- What the fuck?
- Besides, the job's over.

The money's already been transferred.

Bingo.

Is that a camera?

What the fuck is going on here?

Blackmail will not work.

And if Madi was as smart
as she thinks she is,

she'd know that my
marriage was over years ago.

Whoa, look, I... I don't
have any goddamn idea

- what you are talking about.
- Look.

You know, I get it, it's
her business. I'm cool.

What... what's our business?

Look, I was just looking to get laid.

I'm... I'm not into any weird
fantasy voyeur cosplay shit

or whatever the hell
this whole thing is.

Wow, you are terrific.

You need to leave.

I've done the Krav Maga workout.

I could break your neck if I needed to,

- do you understand?
- I do.

And I am leaving.

Hailey, it has been a
pleasure meeting you.

And I hope you have a wonderful day.

What the hell is happening?

Hey, asshole!

If you really thought
I was blackmailing you,

why'd you sleep with me?

You're kidding, right?

How long have you been following me?

Morning, Weir. Got a minute?

Agent Jo Madi. Always a pleasure.

- I need a word.
- Sure.

That your new partner?

- She joining us?
- Okay.

Don't start with me, Weir.

My daughter got herself
kicked out of school

and now I'm stuck with her
until my wife can figure out

someplace else to put her.

Hey, thanks for the present.

Uh...

You know, you should
have just planted drugs.

A video of me having sex
with a beautiful woman

will just get me a date at my age.

- What?
- By the way,

the tail that you put on me?

- Mall-cop-level bad.
- Mm. Okay.

You're paranoid and it's
actually worse than usual.

- So...
- Occupational hazard.

So, how are you and the fine folks

down at the FBI Financial
Crimes Unit doing today?

Well, we are extremely
busy, thanks to you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Barry Merril, the very
pissed-off hedge fund manager

over at BlackTerra, called me
after the bell this morning.

Seems he got wind of a rumor

of Esper-Ethika's
stock tanking in Tokyo,

and he sold off his entire stake.

Our whole position.

Wow. That sounds rough.

He get out okay?

Mm, there was no sell-off in Tokyo.

In fact, he was the first one to sell.

And in the rush, the stock cratered

and KOT Capital was there
to scoop it up at a discount.

Are you accusing me of something, Jo?

KOT Capital is your client.

I don't talk about my clients.

Are you accusing me of something?

Merril said he saw a woman
talking to Strapstetter

from the Fed last night.

I'm sorry to intrude,

but I hate to see such
an important man...

A few minutes later, she
sits down at the table

next to his and starts telling her date

about the tip she got
from her "good friend,"

Alan Strapstetter.

Esper-Ethika's boner
medication causes cancer.

A report's about to come out.

A few minutes later, he gets
a text from his intel people.

It says, "It's an
emergency. Turn on the news."

- So he does.
- Change the fucking channel.

But there was no report.

And there was no
broadcast about it, either,

according to the networks.

Jacob, right?

Do you mind changing the channel for me?

- Yes, sir, Mr...
- Weir.

Yes, sir, Mr. Weir.

Not a real one, at least.

It's sent Esper-Ethika's
stock into freefall.

Close on Esper and lock it.

Our whole position.

But either way, it prompted him

to sell and tank the price,

so your client could make a buck.

Well...

that's a fascinating story.

But I'm sorry, I have no earthly idea

what you are talking about.

Good morning, everyone.

- Morning, boss.
- Late night, Cara?

I'm not complaining.

Conference room in five minutes.

Corporate espionage is
a dirty way to get rich.

Espionage? What are you talking about?

- I'm not a spy.
- Uh, manipulating people

and situations to influence markets

for client advantage is... what, then?

Consulting. Which is not illegal.

And, hey, you and I both know,

whatever these assholes
lose on Wall Street,

they make right back.

So forgive me my lack of shame.

Who's Tom?

- I don't know. Who's Tom?
- Oh.

You're surprised that I heard about him.

Yeah, it sounds like a big job.

Listen, I got ears all over this town.

Again, no idea what
you're talking about.

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm very busy doing
anything other than this.

Hello. Can I get you a
cup of coffee or something?

- Shut the fuck up.
- Okay.

Guess that's my jam.

Hey, boss.

What if Madi talks to the bartender?

I told the bartender
I had a video of him

stealing from the till.

As long as he kept his
mouth shut and played along,

I wouldn't show anyone.

But how'd you know that?

I didn't. But don't
all bartenders do that?

Great job, everybody.

Only here for the food, boss.

- Oh. Then it's on me.
- Wait, what?

Did you just offer to pay for something?

I think he did.

The same guy who makes me pay

for booze at business meals.

Hey, that's a standard
industry practice.

Says the guy who installed

the coin-operated coffee machine.

Okay, listen up, children.

A little overhead is the key to success,

and besides, the creamer is free.

You give homeless people
change and ask for a receipt.

That's not true.

But I probably would if I could.

Eh, we're just busting balls.

Do whatever you want

with your giant piles of money.

But, you know, thank you for this.

Until the next one.

Tom's coming up.

To Tom.

- To Tom!
- Who's Tom?

You're gonna love him.

Way to go, Sammy!

Well, that was quite the performance.

I thought it was.

It doesn't hurt to look like

successful co-parents
every once in a while.

Yep.

It's good you came.

I got a meeting with Valence tomorrow.

About time.

You think I should talk to him?

Just... no.

Not while he's with his friends.

He really hated you that much?

I mean, the kid's 14.
He hates everything.

But, you know, he blames
me for most of it, so...

don't take it personally.

That's just the job.

Hopefully, not forever.

How about you? You doing okay?

You look...

Hmm. Tired? Stressed?

Like shit?

Well, no, I wouldn't say that.

Want to talk about it?

Nothing to talk about.

I'm good.

Right.

Well, I think I'm gonna get going.

Say hi to everyone at the office?

- I will.
- And...

... thanks for coming, Daddy-o.

- Good to see you.
- You, too.

Sam?

Let's go.

... multiple protests
around the country...

... as the Shared Data Act

meets resistance on Capitol Hill.

But the sponsor of the bill,

Senator Nora Everson of New Jersey,

maintains that sharing private user data

with the government would
make for a safer America.

Privacy advocates are against the bill,

saying there's too much power...

... in the hands of private

government facility contractors

with little oversight.

Only a handful of senators

are willing to go on the record

with their support at this time,

leaving the bill's status unknown.

Get out.

Arda Analytics core technology

is a proprietary associative

and relational processing engine

able to ingest data and metadata

from any platform and project,

real-time simulations, predictive models

and targeting for use
by law enforcement...

Turns out it was a Saudi prince

who got a little too jacked up on blow,

and put a bullet right
between the horse's eyes.

And then he texted

a picture of it to his wife.

God knows why.

Ultimately, there was
nothing to be done about it.

Untouchable, hmm?

Yeah, but we still got paid.

We always got paid.

Whether we deserved it or not.

I'm sorry, I have to ask:

Is it true that you hit
Bob Tanaka at Softbank?

I mean, your name is
mentioned sometimes.

You really expect him
to answer that, Xander?

"No comment," John.
Just say, "No comment."

All I'll say is that I
like making rich assholes

pay me to make other
rich assholes lose money.

Amen to that.

Though, I will say that
Tanaka is just the sort of guy

that John loves to take down.

God, it's so good to see
you. It's been too long, huh?

Yeah, it has.

But...

I can see that

you're doing pretty well without me.

It's true, partner. It's true.

I mean, government contracts,
ad agencies, they just...

they pay a whole lot better

than grinding out an edge
on trades like we used to do.

You got out when the
stayin' was good, John.

You know, last year
we out-billed Palantir?

Wow.

- That's incredible.
- Right?

If you had any idea how much the NYPD

is paying us to process all
of their data? I mean, it's...

I mean, I know, I know.

It's not about the money
with you. I know that.

Never mind.

Let me show you what we're up to.

Great.

Data drives everything.

It's the biggest commodity there is

in private intelligence.

I mean, big players in every industry,

not just the financial guys,
they are drowning in data.

And that's where we come in.

We just sort of make sense of it all.

Of course, you saw this coming
long before anyone else did.

You should be here
working with me right now.

Thanks, but no thanks.

I like my little pond.

All right. With the right data,

we can predict things that
even you would not believe.

Like Amazon?

Hmm? They can correlate
someone's shopping history

and they will know exactly

what that person's going
to buy next and when.

Cool.

You think you're shopping for socks,

but they know who you're
voting for and why.

Have a seat.

Is this real?

Seventh century.

BCE, of course.

Wow.

So where do you go these days

to get a 2,800-year-old
Gilgamesh tablet?

That's a secret.

But it doesn't come cheap.

Why? You want one?

'Cause I got a guy.

Why am I here, Miles?

I need you.

It's a simple job.

Old-school, flesh-and-blood gig,

the way you like it.

You got a full team here in-house.

- Why me?
- Listen.

My guys are good with ones and zeroes,

but they're not what
you'd call "hands-on."

And I haven't got my
hands dirty in years.

I'm just a suit now.

I'm sticking to my pond, too.

I'd rather farm it
out, have it done right.

- I also know I can trust you.
- Hmm, careful now.

You're the one who taught
me not to trust anybody.

Fair enough.

The simple fact is that

the client, who will remain nameless,

would like an added layer
of distance from this one.

And he's willing to pay extra.

How dirty?

Nothing you haven't done before.

Hear the pitch?

Yeah, let's do it.

Good.

Here's all the intel.

Come on.

Uh, shift change.

Maybe get an Uber instead.

Oh, right, you can't.

Because you only have burner phones,

no credit cards.

Yeah, that's not suspicious at all.

Well, slap me silly and
call me old-fashioned.

I guess I just prefer cash.

Hey, where's Agent Eilish?

Uh, therapy. Thank God.

Look, I know you think

that you're Robin Hood, but you're not.

And messing with Valence
isn't worth the risk.

Wow. Jo.

Way to look out.

Those guys that you got following me?

Tell them I'm heading back to the office

if they want to get a good parking space

before I get there.

Hey, that paranoia,

it's gonna trip you up one day, Weir.

Have a good afternoon,
Special Agent Madi.

This'll be a simple op.

I want to do a variation

on the Odd Couple job
that we did on Benchmark

a few years ago.

Do we have time for another job?

We've got Tom coming up.

Tom can wait. We're
gonna do this one first.

Can we send the, uh,
task monkey for some Thai?

Please don't call me that.

Okay, Kyle. Sorry, Kyle.
I'm just hungry, Kyle.

Okay, stop picking on the intern.

Pay attention. You're gonna be graded.

Okay. Luxbrant is a huge player
in the luxury brand market.

They own a ton of high-end labels,

everything from clothing to furniture.

Recently, there have been rumors,

loud rumors, that they
have been using child labor,

which triggered an investigation

into their finances by
the Treasury Department.

Now, Luxbrant claims
that the allegations

and the investigation
have been engineered

by one of their competitors,
the Banomar Group,

in an effort to tank their stocks

so the Banomar Group can swoop in

and pick them up on the cheap.

That just simply is not true.

But Luxbrant needs it to be true

in order to make this
investigation go away.

So... pretty simple,
right? All we need to do is

suggest that the Banomar Group

and the Treasury Department investigator

are somehow in bed together.

Nothing tawdry,

just a few photographs
to feed the narrative

and squash the investigation.

For that, we get three percent of
the buy price to split with Arda.

And what's the ballpark on that?

I'll give you some perspective.

A few years ago, Michael Kors
bought Versace for $2 billion.

This will be like buying ten Versaces.

Do the math.

Who needs to be seen with who?

This is Dana Heinrich.

She is the CEO of the Banomar Group,

and this is Edward Homm,

the Treasury Department investigator.

They do not know each other.

They have never met before
and most likely never would.

It's our job to make sure that
they do and get it on camera.

Mr. Homm has been visiting
from Washington D.C.

He spends most of his time
shuttling back and forth

between the Treasury Department offices

and the Kettering Hotel in Midtown.

Ms. Heinrich, meanwhile,
on the West Side,

leaves Westchester at 7:00 a.m.,

takes the West Side
Highway to her office

at 2 Broadway near Bowling Green.

He's on the East Side,
she's on the West Side,

they don't know each other, and somehow,

we have to make it look
like they are colluding.

Any ideas?

Easy. Photoshop.

Hmm, nah. They'll use cell
phone pings to deny that.

It's a trick question. He already knows.

You already know, don't you?

Well, given the background
information package

provided to me by Arda Analytics,

I think I have some
exploitable facts on these two.

She prides herself on her
punctuality and hates dogs.

He is a consummate gentleman,

and has his driver pick him
up at exactly 8:15 on the dot,

every morning without fail.

And?

That's it, that's all we
need. Pretty cut and dry.

It is?

Yup.

So...

who's got a valid class
A driver's license?

On my mark.

Three... two...

One.

- What's going on?
- Looks like an engine fire or something.

Goddamn it.

How'd Hafiz do with the hack?

I love it.

Elon should hire him.

Check it out.

Stop it. It freaks me out.

Oh, you're no fun.

Screw this. I'm getting a cab.

- Hey, you on the clock?
- No, pal, sorry.

Hey, you on the clock?

Yes, yes, I take you.

- Where you want to go?
- Downtown.

2 Broadway.

- Where are you going?
- You said Broadway.

I didn't say to take Broadway.

Sorry, sorry, I'll get you
there very fast. Promise.

Okay, Homm's leaving.

Let's lose his driver.

I'm gonna need you to move, my guy.

- I'm picking up.
- Yeah, well,

you're going to have
to go round the block.

- Why?
- No standing traffic.

Around the block or
I'll slap a boot on you.

Where are you going? I need to go south.

Ah, good idea! I take 5th.

You are seriously the dumbest cab driver

I have ever met.

Get out of the cab!

Are you insane?

Okay, this is it.

Cara, where are you?

Okay. Almost there.

- I need a cab.
- Yes, ma'am.

Cara, she's not close enough.

Do you have any idea what
I'm dealing with here?

I hear you, but we're about to lose her.

I'm coming!

Oh, fuck this. Jesus.

- Oh, oh!
- Oh!

I'm so sorry. So sorry.

Come on, guys! Come on!

So sorry.

Hey.

- Hmm?
- You drop something?

Excuse me, ma'am, is this yours?

Oh, yes.

Thank you so much.

That's it, everybody. Melt away.

Jonathan, it's your turn.

Just take the shovel.

Jonathan, take it. Just take the shovel!

Take it. Take it!

Nice.

Clever cover.

You can skip to the last
photo for the coup de grâce.

Oh, there it is.

Problem solved.

Yeah.

I assume there weren't any hitches?

Buttoned up tight.

Well, I will have Xander

- wire the money right now.
- Thank you.

Don't be a stranger, John.

We should talk more often.

You know where I am.

Sure thing.

I'll see you around?

So we got a good pull
from her face, lot of hits.

- So, who is she?
- No one.

Or a very well-cultivated no one.

Lawyer, lives in Pittsburgh,
works for a non-profit there.

The Homeless Aid Network.

They have offices here, too.

- Income?
- Still digging. But...

she does have expensive taste,

which doesn't quite
line up with her job.

Maybe she divorced a rich guy.

Mm, sexist much?

Could be family money.
Trust fund do-gooder maybe.

What name did you get?

Hailey Marie Winton.

Fuck.

Why are we looking at her?

Testing my bullshit meter.

What else you got?

Went to Lehigh, born in Pennsylvania,

has no criminal record.

You got an address on the charity?

Yes.

Up by Times Square.

What was she doing in
Valence's neighborhood?

Is something wrong?

I don't know.

I just got a bad feeling.

Wasn't this place built
on your bad feelings?

Fair enough.

- I gotta go.
- What... Now?

We have Tom at 6:00, remember?

I'll be back before that.

- Hailey.
- Oh.

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

How do I always pick
the weird stalker guys?

I'm not a st...

- That's not what I'm doing.
- It is not?

Then what? What is this?

Look, I just need to know

what you were doing at 35th and 9th.

Are you following me?

- Please, go away.
- I'm not following you.

- Please, just answer the question.
- You know what? There's a cop right there.

- Do I need to go talk to him?
- Hailey, I need to know

- who you were looking for.
- Oh, my God! I hate dating apps.

I swear to God, I'm going to smash
my phone for my own good. Look.

I'm going to walk that
way, and you're not.

- You understand?
- What are you talking about,

- dating apps?
- I swiped on you at the bar,

that's how I found you.

- No, it isn't.
- Oh, yeah?

What's this?

What?

That showed up when I was at the bar?

Hailey?

What?

Oh, fuck.

Help!

- That guy! Help!
- Hey!

Hey!

The body of U.S. Treasury investigator

Edward Homm was found in Queens today...

Police already have the name
of a suspect, John Weir...

Homm was murdered execution-style...

Homm, a hero of
consumer watchdog groups,

is well known as an
advocate for consumers...

What the hell is going on?

- I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out.
- Well, we got burned!

There's a video of you, listen.

... Kettering Hotel,

getting into a black car.

Police received an anonymous
video showing Weir behind

- the wheel of the car.
- They cut Weir in!

Valence fucked us.

- You hear me?
- It doesn't change a thing, understand?

It doesn't change a thing.

I'm coming back to the office.

We just passed Chambers.

He's ten away.

Anywhere up here is good.

No.

Video from the scene recovered by police

shows someone who
appears strikingly similar

to a man wanted in
connection to the murder of

United States Treasury
Officer Edward Homm.

The FBI and NYPD...

Arda Analytics.

- Miles Valence, please.
- Please hold.

30th floor... So go up,
elevator to the right,

go straight up.

- Delivery for Arda on 30.
- Yeah, sign in.

Sure. You mind holding
on to that for me? Thanks.

That is a bomb.

I have just armed it. Don't move.

It's rigged with motion sensors...

you move, the bomb detonates.

If I hear any alarms or sirens,

I detonate the bomb, understand?

Good. I'll be right back.

- What the hell's going on?
- Jesus!

John, you shouldn't be here.

Everything is completely fucked up.

Were you in that explosion?
What the hell happened?

Cut the crap!

We had nothing to do with it.

Like you had nothing to do
with that car following me,

or the video being shot,
or the fucking girl!

What girl? What are you talking about?

Stop lying!

This was not the plan.

Shut up!

The plan is the plan.

Nothing has changed.

So what's next? Me showing up dead?

Miles, what is it?

Just give me a second. Okay?

Yeah?

A second.

I heard you.

I understand.

Tell him I had no choice.

Miles, no!

Anyone have eyes on him?

Shit.

Move! Move!

We're in pursuit of
a white male suspect.

Just detonated a bomb
in Arda's main lobby.

The suspect was last
seen in the midtown area,

and should not be approached.

Authorities are using
all available measures

to locate the suspect, John Weir.

Once again, authorities have identified

a person of interest
in the mysterious deaths

of both tech entrepreneur Miles Valence,

and Treasury official Edward Homm.

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