All language subtitles for Billions.S07E10.WEB (SDH)

[Wendy Rhoades]
Previously on Billions.

This doesn't even look
fun-adjacent.

No, not fun at all.

A friend was climbing Makalu
as a tune-up for Everest,

and there was an accident.

Derek?
Can you hear me, Derek?

We have to assume
he's alive,

but in Chinese custody.

The kid, Kai Huang Liu,
sells sham NFTs.

Why can't you get this guy
under the legitimate weight

of your own office?

Because this guy can't be got
with normal methods.

He's a king.

But a mad king.

I think there's a mutiny
in the works.

My allies lined up against me
with my enemy.

The company asked me
to give a talk.

Mental telehealth start-up.

I've become aware
of Mental.

The CEO is stepping down.

The board will want someone
with your credentials

to take over.

Robin, it's Wendy Rhoades.

I am accepting your offer.

How do I convince you

it would be safe
for you to work with me?

In what way?

I can't find a path to get him

within what I do.

But with someone on the inside,
the path would reveal itself.

Do you have a plan, now that we
can all trust each other?

I have a goal:
take Mike Prince's billions.

Notify the on-call pilot.

-Destination?
-London.

I'm going to Haddon Hall.

♪♪♪♪♪

[The Jam: "In the City"]

♪ In the city
There's a thousand things ♪

♪ I want to say to you ♪

♪ But whenever I approach you ♪

♪ You make me look a fool ♪

♪ I wanna say ♪

♪ I wanna tell you ♪

♪ About the young ideas ♪

♪ But you turn them
Into fears ♪

Nice!

Nice. Nice place.

Nice!

More, much more,

than your average fugitive
from the law

can scrape together.

Not a fugitive here.

Welcomed and appreciated
on this entire continent.

And beyond.

I'm just remarking on how far
my dollar stretches,

even in these
inflationary times.

Your dollar?

Well, my largesse.

My generosity of spirit left you
with the coinage to do this.

You think, what,
get a rise out of me?

Get me to engage emotionally?

Guy like you, figure you can't
wait to spit the bile.

"I couldn't have bought half
a Hockney with what you left me,

"but I rolled that shit up

and now I'm twice as rich
as I was before."

Nah. Guy Hollywoods
a poker hand and loses,

if he's smart, keeps his mouth
shut then on.

No, absolutely.

One thing no one doubts
about you is that you're smart.

And I always say it's better
to have a smart adversary

than a dumb one.

Dumb adversary lets things
like revenge run them.

Smart one waits for an opening.

I never show one,
he never moves.

You been reading your Stavridis?

Watching Shalikashvili lectures?

You know,
there's a comfort in knowing

someone's an avowed foe.

A clarity.

Doesn't take a four-star lecture
to figure that one out.

And there'll be an even greater
clarity in neutralizing you,

crossing you off
my enemies list for good.

Now, I don't know
what you were plotting

when you hosted Wendy,
Wags and Taylor here,

but I imagine it involved
an attack on me from within.

Hmm, channeling
your Howard Hughes too, I see.

The paranoia seeps in.

No. He was paralyzed by fear.

I move.

But I do admire his sense
of calculated vengeance.

So if you try anything,
it won't be you who'll suffer.

It'll be Wendy Rhoades.

I have her tied
to the railroad tracks,

and I own the whole damn
transcontinental.

You seem so proud.

Why don't you tell me
what you did?

The only thing you're about
to find out are my ground rules.

Call them rules
of disengagement.

Do any digging, I'll know.

Contact her or try to warn her,
I'll know.

Parry or attack from any angle,
I'll know.

[cell phone vibrates]

[Chuck, on phone]
It's time, Robert.

I'm calling in that debt
you owe.

Need you to come through,
as promised.

Not the best timing.

That is not the enthusiastic
response I expected.

I have a problem,
and I have cleared the path,

because I need you
here in America now.

Yeah, that is a problem,
but I need to call you back.

You should know threatening her
is a bigger mistake

than threatening me.

I understand the rage
you're feeling...

and how it makes you
want to do something about it.

You think you do.

Let me talk to you
in a language

that you'll immediately
understand.

That of the great
Marsellus Wallace.

"You might feel a slight sting.

That's pride fucking with you."

Marsellus Wallace nearly lost
everything he had

by obsessing over that shit,

until he was rescued by the very
man he said those words to.

In that case,
enemies became allies.

But don't count on that here.

And since we're doling out
counsel to one another,

let me give you a bromide
turns out to be true.

In life, focus on your friends,
Mike, not your enemies.

Get the best out of them.

They'll handle the attacks
for you.

I'll follow the advice
of my countrymen,

not exiles.

Fact is, every serious contender
for the presidency

has an enemies list.

The ones that go the distance,

they're the ones
who square theirs away.

Like I just did.

I shouldn't have to say it,
but I have to say it.

-Then fucking say it, Kate.
-And that's why I have to.

That sad-itude of yours.

You think it seems angry,
but to me, just sad.

Notch it down a notch,
counselor.

We are gonna walk out
on that floor,

and you are going
to comport yourselves

as if all this was your idea.

You are supportive and believe
in Prince and the plan.

When the various Prince Cap
employees come to see you,

you will treat them
as what they are:

5-year-olds on the first day
of a new school,

running to the nurse
to send them home.

Instead, turn them around,
pat them on the butt,

and send them back to class.

I need your assent.
That's how this is gonna go.

Nothing left
to misunderstanding.

Yes.

Assent.

[inhales deeply and sighs]

Power 'em down,
hand 'em over.

Every device you've got,
toss them on the pile.

This meeting is confidential.

We don't have to tell you
Mike is under a microscope.

Everything said here
is in cone of silence.

Are we about to do
some trust falls?

-[laughter]
-Quiet!

The time for banter

is before you get off
the elevators.

John D. Rockefeller said,

"Don't be afraid to give up
the good to go for the great."

As I look toward
the coming presidential,

and as we build on this firm's
unparalleled success,

best on the Street,

even as we dropped
foreign holdings

to double down on America,

it's time to make
some adjustments.

To go from good, even very good,

to full-on excellence.

To that end, Scooter Dunbar
will now be sole COO

of Michael Prince Capital.

Could he be bumping Wags up
somehow?

Philip Charyn now has sign-off
on all major trades,

anything above 500 mill,

in the event Scooter or I
are unavailable.

Fuck. Other direction.

Kate Sacker's being elevated to
a new and broad counselor role,

overseeing legal, compliance,

also H.R. as Wendy steps
into a new role of her own:

CEO of Mental,

a promising telehealth startup.

Where the hell is Taylor?

With a new leadership structure
comes new opportunity.

Every rung of the ladder.

For the first time
in this firm's history,

I'm opening up the books,

creating three new
partnership slots.

Some people are going to get
straightened out, upped.

These positions will be awarded,
at Philip's recommendation,

based on performance,
above all...

but also loyalty.

How is this, uh,
loyalty going to be gauged?

Loyally serve your skipper,
and we'll know.

Otherwise you're dead weight.

It's gonna be a bloodbath.

Pretty sure I'm the "dead"
in dead weight.

And Axe's old loyalists,
first ones to go.

We need to find Taylor.

I imagine they're off
licking their wounds.

Freeze their accounts.

No trading,
no movement, nothing.

If they don't come back
in the right spirit,

it'll flow into the main fund,
and we'll sort it out in court.

Meantime, we need to keep up

the info scrapes
on the employees.

We're engaging with services

that conduct AI scrapes
every week.

We've done and are doing
a thorough job.

We have NDAs. They are signed.
They are enforceable.

Redouble it all.

We need to know
what everyone is thinking.

U2 is in.

Great news.

They asked
if you have any requests.

You don't tell Bono
what songs to play.

But if they do
"Until the End of the World,"

I won't be mad.

It'll happen.

Hell of kickoff

for Prince for Independence.

Politico's calling it
a coronation.

And with you leading
in every national poll--

Only poll that matters
is Election Day.

To that end, he wants you
in a bow tie, with cummerbund.

Oh, I think that'll be stiff.
Let's modernize.

No. No, New York City
still connotes something

to the rest of the country
we want to counter.

Now, if you could find
whatever tux you wore

to your high school prom,
that's what I want you in.

This isn't the time
to be hip or cool.

Bow tie and cummerbund it is.

They put a belt around your neck

and told you to squeal like
a pig for them, didn't they?

I've got a real pretty mouth.

Nice try, but I'm not
taking the bait.

'Cause there's no bait to take.

Come on, we know
this shit ain't right.

Legatus to the Emperor.

We're not gonna
stay in a place

where they put a gladiator
like you out to pasture.

We're old Axe Cappers.
We gotta stick together.

Helluva bouquet, boys.

But "old Axe Cappers,"

my pustule-covered ass.

May I refer you to the words

of the great yogi
and mystic Sadhguru,

when I had the chance
to touch his hem.

You will laugh again,

even when you lose someone
you love.

The only question is,
how soon?

So, you're telling us
to move on.

I'm telling you the facts,

and the truth
that lies within them.

You stayed when Axe
was run the hell out of here.

I didn't.

-You came back.
-True. Fuck.

You'll stay when I was almost
bought the fuck out of here.

Don't pretend you don't see
dollar signs

in what Prince is doing here.

You already know, deep down,
that this can work for you.

And at the end of the day,

law of the jungle
is all that applies.

And if you didn't like it,

you would have left
during your fucking orientation.

How are you okay with this?

How are you not begging for some
kind of walkout or overthrow?

Nobody should be worrying
about Michael Wagner.

Ever.

They should be out there
killing.

End of sentence.

This feels like
a big chance for you, Ben Kim.

When my mom was in
the stockroom of our store,

my dad would sometimes
put on Phil Collins.

He loved him.

What he really loved
was the drum fill

in "In the Air Tonight."

You know it, right?

[imitating drum solo]

I know it.

I was little, and that song
freaked me out.

And I have to say,

"I know the reason why
you keep this silence up,

no you don't fool me."

I don't have all the info,

but this feels wrong.

Like someone killed you
out in the water late at night.

That's what that song's about?

No one knows,
but I always thought so.

There's nothing dark
or scandalous going on here.

Doesn't matter.
If you're out, I'm out too.

Without you, without the trader
you made me, the man...

I'd be helping grandmas
draw down on their 401Ks.

I brought this up the other day.
I'm splitting my time.

I am here for you
if and when you need me.

I should have protested
harder then.

I mean, what if it's
now I need you?

And every day after this one?

You are ready.

And have been.

There are lots of changes,
no doubt about it.

But that's good for whoever's
been through heavy weather

and come out dry,
and that is you, Ben.

This is what I'll miss.

Nope.

I'm still in that head of yours,
and reachable via phone.

This is your time to kick ass.

So go kick ass,

and let me take care of me.

I don't have
to love this though, right?

No one can make you
love anything...

or stop you from loving
what you want to.

And now we are back
to my mother again.

I try to tell her that.

She never listens.

It's so empty.

Doesn't feel like they're taking
a personal day.

Or any other kind of day.

I emailed Taylor
and it bounced back.

The bounce-back is, well,

I don't see how we pretend

it is anything
other than what it is.

I don't like being abandoned...

though I wouldn't mind
sitting in there.

Think of the power.
And the quiet.

The quiet power.

Maybe the Kim Jong-un visions

are best kept...

You know?

[sighs]

♪♪♪♪♪

Really surprised me to hear

that you were at the end
of the driveway.

And a short 20-minute
drive later, here I stand.

Prince know about this?

I didn't fucking tell him.

And I've stopped trying
to calculate what he knows.

-I'm here.
-You shouldn't be.

I figured you've got to know
about the bloodletting.

I have my sources
on the Street.

A cleansing set in motion
by our last meeting here.

Even more reason
to skip this one.

Not if you're finally
incentivized to take on Prince,

as I suspect you are.

Or if you need help,
as I suspect you do.

Oh, I'm incentivized, all right.

You're disincentivized
in a big fucking way.

By walking out
on your garden leave,

degrading as it is,
you're leaving, what,

six hundred mill locked up
with Prince?

Six-fifty and change.

I'll call you a car.

I don't care what it costs me.

I don't care if Prince tries
to claw that money back from me,

blocks me from it,
sues me or drops a dime on me,

the last two of which
are inevitable.

I want to take that fucker down
before he rises any higher.

You must've really missed me.

Well, that too.

Here's the problem.

Wendy's in a jackpot.

-He jackpotted her.
-He jackpotted her.

Mortal fucking peril.
I don't know what brand.

I only know
that I can't warn her.

-Neither can you.
-He built some kind of a box?

-A trap?
-That he did.

So you need to tell me
what's been going on.

We need to figure out what kind
of trap she's in, free her,

and not tip off Prince
while we do.

Well, for starters,
Wendy was just installed

as CEO of a company
called Mental,

and Prince blessed it.

[Philip]
You may be the only one here

who hasn't tried
to bring me coffee

or compliment my shirt today.

If I was into the whole
brown-nosing thing,

which I'm not,
I'd bring you a decent shirt.

You might well
be partnership material.

Oh, is that your way
of saying

I may already be
amongst the chosen?

You're smart,
make good analysis,

do good trades.

You stay out
of the inter-office morasses.

I can't say that
about everybody here.

But I need to know
that you want it.

That you're willing
to earn it.

"What is that button
on your body armor?"

"A peace symbol, sir."

"What is that you got
written on your helmet?"

"'Born to Kill,' sir."
"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I guess it's a comment
on the duality of man, sir."

You're asking me
to jump on the team

and come in for the big win

like the colonel
in Full Metal Jacket.

But I'm not sure
I'm prepared to do that

if my moving up means
someone else is moved out.

Whimsy has a half-life.

And you've reached it.

The moment you hear me
say the word "partnership,"

you're supposed to say,
"Hell to the yeah, I want it,"

without even blinking.

You can always
change your mind later,

pretend to ankle
over deal terms.

You mean no one's taught you
how to play this game? Really?

No. Really.

Or maybe I don't want
to play this game.

Really.

Walking away now.
Whimsically.

It's chin-wagging time.

No. I'm late.
Gotta go.

You don't want to talk in front
of the cameras, I get it.

-But--
-Having spoken candidly

right in front of them,

I'm gonna say I'm through
talking at all.

I need to know
how you worked me.

Specifically what disinformation
you've planted.

[beeps]

Fake wireless activity, mostly,

so you'd have no clue
about the Normandy landings.

The repartee is a bit
less pleasing to me now.

Oh, but I'm loving
talking to you.

-[beeps]
-[elevator doors open]

What did I ever do to you
except treat you nicely?

You plotted against him,
and, by extension, me,

from deep inside
the circle of trust.

If it's contrition
you're after--

-It's information.
-[sighs]

I've been going over every
conversation

we ever had in my head.

Dude, I wasn't planting
information, I was getting it.

Trying to, and yeah,
I wasn't sharing

what I was really after.

I guess I figured
you'd come to me

when you realized
who he really was.

Ask me to help you
stop him.

Well, you figured wrong.

Do you even care what kind
of man Prince really is?

What kind of havoc
a Commander-in-Chief Prince

-could wreak?
-Not if he has me

as guardrail-in-chief.

Filter, buffer, protector.

Like Baker was for 40.

Like Mattis and Kelly were
for 45.

Oh, yeah,
those guys crushed it.

Like Haldeman and Ehrlichman
did for 37,

the last guy who toted around
a fucking enemies list.

Read your history.

They stopped him
from killing journalists,

from planting fake evidence
that McGovern shot Wallace.

And that pesky Cambodia bombing,
and the break-in and cover-up?

-[beeps]
-[elevator doors open]

I guess you got to take
the good with the bad.

[crickets chirping]

-No go.
-Again?

How fucking hard can this be?

To buy a controlling stake

in highly-regulated
private company

through a smokescreen
of shells and cutouts,

in the private market,
after hours,

without alerting
the shareholders

we're trying to do
a secret takeover?

You're right,
why would that be hard?

We don't need every share.
Just enough to free shit up,

figure out and manage the threat
against Wendy,

once we find out
what the fuck it is.

Let's up our bids.

No one's even asking the
valuation we're willing to pay.

Price is immaterial.
They're just saying "no sale."

Did you remember to say please?

Shit, I knew I forgot something.

See, this is why you were always
such a good mentor.

[chuckles]

I got a billion and a half in
cash sitting here, ready to go,

and we can't get
these fucking shares.

He's ahead of us.

Next idea.

Uh, it seems
ill-advised to start

when it's just the two of us.

Is Taylor usually late?

That is not someone
who strikes me as a slacker.

No. They went full Markinson.

Unwilling to take part
in all of this.

That's what it seems like to me.

Smart as they are,
they just bailed?

It's the smart move.

I put together
some hors d'oeuvres

when I realized Chuck
hadn't gotten any together.

That's a host, right there.

He made me send home
the domestics.

For privacy.

Only a man entirely
without courtesy

would neglect to offer
his guests some canapés.

[laughs]

Oh, Dad, I know you're just
trying to hear what's going on.

And that is bologna
and American cheese

that I believe you stole
from the doorman's lunch bag.

Didn't steal anything.

Bought it off him.

Well, frilly toothpicks
do not a canapé make.

Tasty. Reminds me of home.

Now...

where are we at, boys?

Happy to moderate.

Uh, it's supposed
to be Wendy's job.

Should've been here
20 minutes ago.

He has somehow
fucked with this, Prince.

Made her late even though
she's more punctual

than Mr. Diamond
in the Trevanian thing.

I loved that book
when I was 14.

Especially the Tanaka Sisters.

Oh, how I imagined
it was me in their bed

at the dawn of the war and--

Oh, I bet you did.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Look, Taylor, Wendy, Axe,

all unaccounted for.

We are getting
an object lesson

about the man we are trying
to take down,

the danger it entails.

People are gonna get blocked,
sacrificed,

cut off at the knees.

The only object lesson
that I see

is that this D-team,

this poor man's
McEnroe/Fleming...

couldn't take down
a Christmas ornament.

Just leave us to it, Dad.
Please.

I'm McEnroe, at least, right?

I was being charitable.

It's Fleming/Fleming.

Now I see
where you get it from.

Hmm.

But he is right.

-[sighs]
-[doorbell rings]

Come in, Wend!

Delivery for you, Mr. Rhoades.
From Sable's.

I didn't order all that.

Put that down.
Thank you.

I did.

Oh, I can't have guests

and not offer them
something to nibble on.

You think you've one-upped me,
but I smile like Jim Nabors

because it's
the only proof I need

that I did one thing right
in regards to your rearing.

Enough patter.
Enough bullshit.

Dad, leave us.

[sighs]

We need Axe. Now.

[vibrating]

[Chuck, on phone] Would love
an arrival time, Bob.

Happy to meet you at the gate,
if it helps.

I appreciate the offer,

but I'm still entangled here,

and you know
I don't fly commercial.

I didn't think I'd have to start
charging interest

on the considerable debt
you owe me.

Or is this the one time
you actually do come up short?

No interest,

and no interest in welching
on you either.

Of course I'll get there.

Just got some stuff I need
to clear off my plate first.

How about clearing for takeoff
with your Gulfstream.

What the fuck is going on?

Things got complicated.

No, meeting in the middle
of the night

in freezing cold Vestmannaeyjar
was complicated, but I did it.

Complicated's what we do.
Now, what the fuck?

You owe me.

Son of a bitch!

The debt that I have
just been reminded I owe.

We all owe someone.

Yes, we go to the banks,

other lenders,
assume Mental's debt.

Yep. Suck the ground right out
from under him.

We'll have virtual control
of the company.

Hutton Enterprises.

The name just came across
my screen, thank you.

And yes, I see the play.
Let's dive in.

Yes, yes, I'd thought
you'd fucking love it.

-That's why I--
-No, man.

Not you.

Heard Tuk doing research
on this. Ran with it.

Knew a trader with some
dark blocks of it.

-Got in.
-Nice job, Victor.

Turbo-charged our positions
in the sector.

Partnership-level shit.

I have some other ideas
in the same space,

with major catalysts,
if you're--

Maxed out now. Thanks.

[sighs]

Fucking Antarctica,
this place.

♪♪♪♪♪

Jesus fuck, this is already
such a fucked day.

A two-fuck walk-in
sentence from you

is not something
to take lightly.

Sure as fuck isn't.

Got any news that's gonna
get me to vibe shift?

No.

Deepen the vibe you're already
working, I'm afraid.

Axelrod is slow
to join the fight.

And I don't think
it's because he doesn't want to.

Feels more like he can't.

-Details.
-He's being evasive.

Sounds torn.

I never heard him like this.

Even when he was actually caged,
he wasn't caged.

Not where it mattered.
Not in his head or heart.

-He acknowledges he owes you?
-[Chuck] Yes.

And if there's one thing
I know about that guy,

it's that once he's committed
to something,

once his personal sense of honor
is on the line,

his own moral code,
he is unrelenting.

He'd never bail
out of fear of personal harm.

Plus, he hates Prince.

Deep down,
he wants to do this.

Needs to.

What's got you shut down
like Allentown?

You're both right.

Something's keeping him
anchored in place.

Invisible chains.

Well, you two know him
better than anyone else.

What could have that effect
upon the man?

[Wendy sighs]

Prince got to him somehow.

Put him in jeopardy.

No.
Not him in jeopardy.

The only thing
that would stop Axe

is if he were putting
someone he loved in jeopardy.

Why the 911?

And, uh, is this
your ex-husband's...

Am I in some kind--

Just here
to avoid detection.

I have a problem.
A personal one.

I need your help
before the trading day starts.

Mental, round two.

You did the thumbnail for me,
now I need a deeper dive.

Start here, with revenue.

Looked funny to me.

Coffee?

I take mine with milk,
and what the fuck?

These... these aren't
the numbers I was shown

when you two
were still speed-dating.

Yeah, well, now that I'm CEO,

I have full access
to company financial data,

and I discovered this.

I'm sorry if I should've
recognized--

You couldn't have.

None of this is on you.
I just...

need you to tell me
what you see right now.

Well, the revenue numbers,

they don't come close
to adding up.

It's, like, Enron math.

If they billed to generate
this kind of cash flow,

on-staff shrinks would be
working with patients

30, 40 hours a day.

Unless the staff roster's
missing a zero at the end?

It isn't.

I need you to find out where
all the money's coming from.

Let's talk broad strategy.

-Hi, guys.
-Ira, no.

You can't be on the hook
for any of this.

I've hardly slept
since The Owl.

No, this is existential.

This is about our grandkids,

the fact there'll never be any.

You better fucking believe
I'm in.

All right, then.

Let's get back to it.

[sighs]

There's always
the Red Sparrow.

Bingo!

The longest-running gambit
in the book,

and for good reason.

Rare is the man
who can withstand

the temptations of the--

Are you proposing a honeytrap?

Um, yeah.

Damn right we are.

No, this is the most
calculating,

careful opponent
we've encountered.

And you really think
we have time for someone--

Some mythical, beautiful,
sophisticated

and highly trained operative,

whom we don't even have
to build a relationship,

earn his trust?

Okay, I can see
the counterargument.

Oh, call me when you people
get serious.

[sighs]

We've already settled
on a strategy.

Prince needs to be impoverished.

That's the only way to break him

and the hold he has
over the populace.

Only way to take away
his rationale for existing

and running the goddamn country.

Wags, we need you
to set the table.

The fuck am I supposed
to do that?

Tell us how Prince Cap
does what it does.

The shit you never told us,

the shit we could never
figure out on our own.

Prince has the best portfolio
on the Street,

best risk management
approach too.

We need to know
everything about it,

including how it stays
on the right side of the law,

so we can identify
the weaknesses.

I've made it my vocation
not to tell prosecutors shit.

Oh, come on.

I thought we were
past that crap.

But, if you will let me finish,
since we are indeed past that,

I am still not sure I can.

He installed dual COOs

so no one person
has all the info.

And I willfully blinded myself
to certain things

so I would never
be compelled to testify.

Look, I want to terminate
that bald bull,

drain him of every dollar
he's got.

But the shit you're asking for,
if I give it to you,

you will level
the whole portfolio

and everyone
on that trading floor.

Their holdings,
their reputations.

Oh, how quaint.
It like the young Vito,

trying to save a sweet
old lady and her dog

from getting tossed out
onto the street.

These are my people.

And we're in a war.

You think the Southern District
isn't littered

with the corpses
of my people?

[Ira] Chuck's right.
There's no other way.

There will be casualties.
We may also be casualties.

A necessary risk.

[growls]

So you geniuses don't even
know the difference

between asset allocation
and asset location.

Asset allocation's
what we're buying.

The real black magic
is where we're locating it.

Plan "B" is fucked.

Prince went
full Magnus Carlsen,

moves ahead of us.

Settled with lenders
just days ago.

He assumed
all the outstanding debt.

Yep. Plan "B" is fucked.

I said it just to see

if you would come over the top
with something,

but now you're just
parroting my line?

Come on.
The stuff we tried here?

Icahn could've done it.
Buffett could've done it.

Ackman could've done it,
for God's sake.

Where's Bobby Axelrod hiding?

Where's the stuff
that only he could cook up,

the stratagems
only he could pull off?

[sighs]

A bad motherfucker
once told me

hate is nature's
most perfect energy source.

Endlessly renewable.

Lean into that feeling.

Because what this
is going to take

is one hate-fueled,
bad motherfucker.

You've been very helpful.

Do me a favor.

Go talk to Gordie for
a half hour before you leave.

He's been depressed
about the latest crypto winter.

Tell him some war stories,
kick the tires on his algo.

And you?

I'm gonna sit here a while...

and listen to the hate.

Here's the thing
about our male counterparts.

And I'm talking
crust on the brûlée here.

Harvard Law Review,
federal clerkships,

so-called cream
of the profession.

They are more likely to become
criminal defendants

than criminal lawyers.

[laughter]

So...

there's opportunity for us.

'Cause someone has gotta mop
the fucking floor with them.

[laughter]

Kate.

As someone who recently
set aside her mop,

I can see you disagree.

I do, D.A. Gramm.

Opportunity's not when
we take what's left over.

Opportunity's when we take
what we want.

Hmm, fair.

And it isn't the worst slogan
for a campaign.

[laughs]
And I get it.

Some think I left
the Southern District

through a revolving door.

But what I can do
at Prince Capital,

what I have done,

besides protect the company
from outside legal attacks,

is create a Mop & Glo
culture inside

instead of wiping up stains
from off the floor,

so that superstar prosecutors
like Amanda here

can't haul us into court.

[Gramm]
Is that right, Miss Torre?

Are you hoping to do
some hedge fund battle

with Miss Sacker?

[laughter]

I wouldn't be a federal
prosecutor without Kate.

Her example.

Her counsel when I was
approached about the job.

Hiring you as a paralegal
in the very office one summer.

Yeah, that too.

Introduced me around.

She blazed a path
that I am happy to follow.

Doing the public good.

Making meaningful cases

at the best perch
from which to do that.

But as far as squeaky-clean
hedge fund culture?

Can't comment on ongoing
investigations.

[all laugh]

There's a second set of books.

And the real one wouldn't have
passed the smell test

from three rooms away.

Explain the outsized revenue,

despite the skeletal staff
of doctors.

Mental's been billing insurers
for its A.I. check-ins

as if they're actual
human sessions.

So our big strength,
automated therapy,

it's actually a big scam?

It's Medicare fraud.

And, like, a federal crime,
for reals.

[sighs]

I had nothing to do with it.

It predates me.
Went on behind my back.

But as CEO,
you're personally liable.

You signed this
when you took the reins,

personally certifying
to the company's financials.

And the real books,

they've somehow been
on your tablet this whole time,

in documents linked
to your software.

It looks like
you were aware.

Who even knows about this?

Prince.

He saw beyond
what I could see.

You saw what you were
supposed to see.

Same as me. But this is why
he urged me to sign on.

He used me to hurt you.

To neutralize me
with the threat of hurting me.

[scoffs]

I had other offers.

Half a dozen on this scale.

Maybe Prince forced a card.

Maybe the whole deck
was tainted.

It's hard to know.

This would probably
have happened anyway.

I want out.

Take my marbles
to another playground.

[clears throat]

I understand
your feeling that way,

but give it a moment.

After you've left

the best-performing fund
on the Street?

With where Prince is headed,
how's that gonna look?

Like it wasn't the right fit,
I hope.

Which it isn't.

Given what you know about him?

You think he's just gonna write
you a letter of recommendation?

He'll straitjacket you
with NDAs and non-competes.

Don't do that to yourself
on my behalf.

Prince won this one.

I lost.

He'll probably always win.

And this is
the winning business.

Don't throw yourself
on my sword.

I've had a career.
You haven't.

I loved mine.

In some ways,
I lived for it.

So I know
it's too much to throw away.

You should get to the office
for the open.

It was true
what I said up there,

about you being
a superstar.

I still talk to folks at SDNY.

I hear the stats
you're putting up.

I meant what I said too,
about following your example.

Good, 'cause that's the real
reason I'm here,

besides supporting the cause.

When I run, it's gonna leave
a hole in the organization.

Yeah, Prince'll be gone too,
won't he?

To the White House,
if things keep up this way.

But the firm
will continue on.

As a blind trust.

It's gonna take a strong general
counsel to keep it clean.

That should be you.

[sighs]

Big salary.

Lots of resources.
Even more perks.

I wasn't just paneling when
I mentioned meaningful cases.

I've always wanted
to do this work.

I'm in the strongest office
outside of DC to do it.

Maybe including DC.

Hmm.

What?

Nothing.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

[sighs]

You've got something to say.

-Slap leather.
-All right.

Look, you're still
in the good part.

I don't want to ruin
your honeymoon.

We're already home,
and it's going fine.

Chuck's got his eye
on the prize.

Square G. True blue.

He looks that way
in a certain light.

But, uh, maybe it was just
my experience,

but I thought
we were making cases

for the good of the
Southern District and beyond.

And then it became
too clear to ignore.

I was working for the good
of Chuck Rhoades,

prosecuting his agenda.

Literally.

So I went to work for a guy
who didn't hide who he was.

And who paid
a hell of a lot better.

Anyway, I didn't mean
to bum your roll.

It was good to see you.

Yeah.

Take care.

So even with the extent
of knowledge you have

about the workings
of Prince Cap,

a plan of action doesn't occur?

A way to flip it on him?

[sighs]
I've given you algorithms,

I've given you
securities selection,

I've given you methodology.

But there is a level
beyond that,

and even I can't
pierce that veil.

And now I've been
de-fucking-looped.

To find it all,

we need the instincts
of a truffle hound

mixed with
a Daniel Negreanu-like ability

to think nine moves ahead,

mixed with the cold
and steady hand of a sniper

à la Barry Pepper in Ryan.

The full package.

In other words,
we need Axelrod.

If he were here,

he'd already
be sharpening his knives

like Bill the Butcher.

[cell phone vibrates]

[Chuck]
Yeah?

I need to meet with you.
Ira too. At your office.

It can't wait.

If I was in trouble,

real legal trouble
at the federal level,

what kind of help
could you provide?

You might want
to give us some inkling

of the trouble
you're referring to.

If is relates to your work
at Prince Capital,

and we could register you
as a confidential--

It isn't.

You can't.

At your new company?
Your exit strategy?

Exit might be sealed shut.

Could the two of you save me?

Find another door?

Axe knows about this,
doesn't he?

Whatever trouble you're in,

he's not coming
until he solves it.

And he can't solve it.

[Chuck sighs]

Of course I'd always
help you if I could.

Ira too.

[Ira]
The problem is, we can't.

We'll have to recuse
due to conflict of interest.

Besides, it won't be
in our venue.

And the offenses
we're talking about, Wendy,

are criminal violations

of the False Claims Act
and Medicare fraud

along with false statements.

You'll have a DOJ and SEC
investigation on your hands.

How bad?

False Claims
gets you up to five years.

Healthcare fraud
gets you up to ten.

Wire fraud? Twenty.

Even encrypted,
we shouldn't be talking.

There's a lot
we shouldn't be doing.

Prince is using me to stop you
from coming after him.

Like I said,
shouldn't be talking.

Just figure out how to take him
the fuck down.

I knew the risks
when I started all of this.

And I know 'em now.

Not gonna be the one
to destroy your future.

You're Paden and I'm Stella
at the Midnight Star Saloon.

Just 'cause Cobb's
threatening to kill me

doesn't mean you can't
kill him first.

This isn't Silverado,

and Prince isn't Brian Dennehy
with a badge and a beard.

This is really happening.

I don't have a future anymore.

The country still might.

I can still free you.

I know I can.
Just don't know how.

Just can't see it yet.

And I love you for trying,

but you don't understand Prince.

Not really.

This is a man
who will do anything

to clear his path.

Hand over the son of a business
partner for expedience.

Use his own daughters
as bait in a business deal.

Plant cameras in
a doctor's office to get intel.

Let a climber he's trying
to rescue for his wife

get taken by
the fucking Chinese,

out of self-preservation.

That's who he is.

I'm collateral damage.
I can live with that.

But you still need
to get over here and stop him.

I think I've gotten the picture

as to why you've been
stiffing me.

Well, then you'll know
I haven't been by choice.

Yeah.

I think it's time we made
a gesture of appeasement.

Because that worked so well
for Neville Chamberlain.

Our only move now.

Only way to extricate Wendy.

And I believe you have
an extremely valuable prisoner

in your custody.

Well, color me highly skeptical,
but okay, Bobby,

tell me what you're thinking.

♪♪♪♪♪

You want to talk
guilt and absolution

because you feel bad for Tuk,
maybe some of the others.

You're okay
that it wasn't your idea?

Was it Tuk's idea?

Did his fourth fucking cousin
tell him at a cocktail party?

I have no clue
who came up with it.

I have it.

How do you live with yourself?

I've lived for awhile.

I know the truth
in the Springsteen line

about winners and losers.

And I know I don't want to get
caught on the wrong side

of that line.

He also says,

"Wherever somebody's fighting

for a place to stand
or a decent job."

Yeah, he said a lot of things.

But when he was trying to get
to the top of that mountain,

no one was stopping him.

And no one's stopping me.

Or you, truth be told.

Rian, the laws
of this jungle were reset.

The weaker animals will
no longer be fed by the rangers,

so it's not a question
of living with myself.

It's a question of living.

There is good news, though.

What's that?

You're not one
of the weaker animals.

Never have been.

You just walk like you are
when you pass by a mirror,

so you don't have to see
how strong you really are.

Do I need to get Sacker
in here with us?

No, no, no.
I'm here bearing gifts.

A box of sneezing powder?
Exploding pen?

Gave a few of those in my day.

Just a little
documentation.

About Kai Huang Liu
the younger,

son of your close
Taiwanese business associate.

He's been languishing
in federal custody

ever since he sold
those sham NFTs,

tried to flee on your plane.

-And now you're releasing him.
-Already have.

As a gesture of good faith.

As a gift. For you.

I said I wanted him
to face justice.

I said so publicly.

And face justice he will,
back home in Taiwan.

He's on the plane as we speak.

Given his father's
considerable juice,

that might not even mean
a slap on the wrist.

[sighs]

I was fine with the accord
we came to on this one.

We both looked like
we cared about the law.

Because we do.

Sure, but I'll take
all the heat here,

you'll get all
the credit there.

Oh.

[laughs]

I get it.

You've accepted
that I'm likely to win.

You've seen the data
pointing me towards 1600 Penn,

and you don't want me
to fire your ass...

which would be my right.

My prerogative.

My pleasure, too.

No one wants to be fired.

But also,
I am good at what I do.

And I follow
the chain of command.

Even before it is the official
chain of command.

So, look forward to a grateful
call from the kid's father,

and I will be out of your hair

and doing the people's bidding
as always and until.

Well, I won't jinx my position

by promising you anything
as though I am there.

But I will say,

this is a productive start.

Big night for you tonight.

They're all big nights
from here on out.

I'm the best analyst
in this place,

and I'll be the best trader and
PM too in about five minutes,

and I won't have to do it
by lying and cheating.

So, put me
on the partnership flume,

or merry-go-round,
or whatever you want to call it.

Track. It's called a track.

You're declaring yourself
for it now?

Everyone out there,
they're looking for permission.

A little gold star.

Fighting for approval,
for recognition.

I see that now,
and I'm beyond it.

Above it.

I want to be.

And as a partner, I can be.

Someone's finally accepted
that whimsy has a half life.

Yes.

But making money doesn't.

No, it does not.

Go ahead then. Take it.

[sighs]

[U2: "Beautiful Day"]

[reporters shouting]

♪ Shoots up through
The stony ground ♪

♪ There's no room ♪

♪ No space to rent
In this town ♪

♪ You're out of luck ♪

♪ And the reason
That you had to care... ♪

Any idea where I can scalp
a pair of tickets to this thing?

Can't be sold out.

You're actually here and sending
your favorite person to jail.

Yeah, I don't think so.

You know Derek.

You know of him, anyway,
don't you? He's my plus-one.

You know, he got here
so last-minute,

he hasn't had a chance
to catch up with Andy.

Yet.

You think I'm sorry

an American has been released
from captivity?

Family friend
I sent Tiger Team to rescue?

I'm glad you're back
on American soil, Derek.

How'd you do it?

Straight-up swap.

Plane went for refueling
in Macau.

See, they have extradition
with China.

Your country welcomes
you back, young man.

We'll be making a quick
pit stop in the Big Apple

on the way back to Colorado.

But you'll be home in a jiffy.

You traded Kai Huang Liu
for him.

Well, seems he sold
some of those bogus NFTs

to the Chinese as well.

They were real happy
to barter for him.

And you had Chuck
come tell me he was out,

so if I heard anything,
I wouldn't get suspicious.

Doesn't stop me from
pulling the lever on Wendy.

Oh, I think we both know
that it does.

[inaudible]

A few weeks
in a Chinese prison camp,

been running my nights
with Andy through my mind.

What I just whispered to you,
that's just a taste

of what I'll be happy
to say to Anderson,

Christiane, Rachel,
all of them.

Everything.

From the freckle
on her glute...

to the way she exhales
when she's really excited.

No one will believe it.

Story will come and go.
Zero traction.

You want to make that bet?

Easy to arrange.

I just walk Derek onto
the step-and-repeat over there,

announce who he is.

It'll be the end for you.

Forget about Andy's
embarrassment.

The entire country
will think of you as a man

who couldn't satisfy
his own wife.

They won't care
about arrangements

or you getting yours.

They'll just know
that she was bivouacking

with the mountain man

instead of shacking up
with you.

And you have to know,

there is nobody in this country

who's gonna vote
for President Cuck.

So here's how it's gonna go.

You're gonna stand down,

and you're gonna let Wendy
clean up the practices

at that company.

You're gonna get rid
of any documentation

that ties her to it.

She will run
that company for real,

and you are never
gonna fuck with her again.

And in return?

Derek here will go back
to living his life.

And should any accident
befall him,

I have his full testimony
on video, ready to go.

Remember that.

So it's an old-time

Reservoir Dogs-
style standoff.

If Wendy goes down,
so does Andy.

Don't try to speak
my language again, Mike.

It didn't work the last time.

But, yes.

You see, this is the problem
with squaring away

your enemies list.

You wake up all your enemies
in the process.

Smelling salts
in all our fucking faces.

You did me that favor, Mike,

after a couple years' slumber.

But I'm back now,

and I'm wide fucking awake.

Well, I'm sorry I can't stay up
all night with you

and watch the sunrise.

But since I can't pull
my trigger,

you can't pull yours.

So I'm going inside to be feted

on my way to being
elected president.

Hell of a concert
they're putting on for me.

We're going to cash.

-Cash?
-You mean, the entire...

Clear every position
in the portfolio.

Our enemies are on the loose
and massing.

We're taking away their target.

[Slayer: "Angel of Death"]

♪ Human mice
For the Angel of Death ♪

♪ Four hundred thousand more
To die ♪

♪ Angel of Death ♪

♪ Monarch to the kingdom
Of the dead ♪

♪ Sadistic,
Surgeon of demise ♪

♪ Sadist of the noblest blood ♪

♪ Destroying without mercy ♪

♪ To benefit the Aryan race ♪

Welcome home, Bobby.

[Chuck]
Never thought I'd say it,

never thought I'd think it,

but thank God you're here.

Ain't that
the motherfucking truth.

Now let's get to work.

♪ Infamous butcher ♪

♪ Angel of Death ♪

♪ Pumped with fluid
Inside your brain ♪

♪ Pressure in your skull
Begins... ♪