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[Wags]
Previously on Billions...

I sure as hell will testify
about what Chuck Rhoades did

and that Charles Rhoades Sr.
was steering his own money

and Chuck's money
was directly involved--

Stop.

I'm willing to pay you
30 million to tell the truth.

You'll give my people
a statement

laying out
how Rhoades did what he did.

How much do I use?

Just trace amounts
on my signal.

Give up your so-called
license to trade.

That is the only angle.

I can't be seen
to be guiding the firm.

It'll all be up to you.

[Holdsworth] The gaming
license?

They're announcing soon, and
there's sure to be a bounce.

[Senior] My cash happens
to be tied up

in a few real estate
deals right now.

Let me guess.

Kingsford?

"The first ship to make
a manned mission to Mars."

I haven't stayed in bed
past 5 a.m. since 2001.

[Senior] I had
my man follow them.

Look at that
morning-after glow.

♪♪♪

Why don't you reach out,
talk to him?

If there's any
reaching out,

it should be
from the other side.

What, you want me to initiate,
for Christ's sake?

They're in this.

I can't look away
from it anymore.

♪♪♪

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Connerty] Ira Schirmer
showed us to the well.

But all we had to do
was look down

to see the thick
crude on our boots.

We tracked the size
of your position.

Matching that
of your son's trust.

The timing of the additional
investment corroborates

Mr. Schirmer's affidavit:

Chuck directed you
to invade the trust.

He baited Axelrod,
he is complicit

in the sabotage
of the Ice Juice IPO.

Don't say a thing

until they say
the magic word.

♪♪♪

We are prepared
to offer you immunity.

That's the one.

In exchange
for your cooperation.

Alternatively.
Perjury carries five years.

Tell me:
You have that to spare?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Connerty knows what Schirmer was
trying to say in our interview

and is chasing it down.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he talks to your father.

Or already has.

That's disquieting.

Will your father hold up
under questioning?

He's a free-radical.

Not taking my counsel
at the moment.

Then you have a real
and unsolvable problem.

So I have to get
my father to keep quiet.

And you need to remind Connerty
he has a fucking day job.

[engine starts, revs]

♪♪♪

[gearshift clicks]

[sighs]

[Sammy Davis Jr.'s
"Mr. Bojangles" plays]

[whistling]

♪ I knew a man, Bojangles ♪

♪ And he'd dance... ♪

[Axe] This is some
advanced real estate play.

[Wags] Let the Saudis
keep 432 Park.

♪ In worn-out shoes ♪

This is the real prize.

The last burial plot
in Manhattan.

And all the time
to enjoy it.

Only 350,000,

and this cool slice
of earth is mine.

Well... and long
may it remain unoccupied.

[John] Mr. Axelrod.

We have eyes on the three
labs in the Tri-State area

capable of production
and storage

-of the Ice Juice toxicant.
-FBI is interviewing

the lead techs
at each of them.

-They'll be onto ours soon.
-By the time

they get to our lab,
make sure there is no lab.

Got it.
What else?

Dake is protecting Rhoades.

Ira Schirmer
saw it firsthand.

He also saw that Connerty,
if properly armed, won't let up.

You have the
Schirmer affidavit?

Deliver it tonight?

Go arm him, gents.

♪♪♪

[line ringing]

[Senior]
This is Charles Rhoades.

[Senior] Leave a message,
and I'll get back to you.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

You RSVP'd no,
you hate reunions.

"The dead are more present
than the living,"

-I think you put it.
-Changed my mind.

Connerty's aware
of my father's involvement,

he's trying
for details.

Hard to convince your father
to protect you

when you're not
talking to him.

Mm-hmm.

So, uh, Yale reunion,

here we come.

-They're giving him an award.
-Right.

Twenty-fifth and 50th are the
same night, so he'll be there...

He quite enjoys
the presence of the dead.

Makes him
feel victorious.

You're gonna convince him.

For me.

For us.

Our family, yes.

We are.

Together.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[envelope slides]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[envelope rustles]

♪♪♪

[footsteps]

[door opens, closes in distance]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Female Announcer]
World-Aid is poised to provide

solar-powered,
air-conditioned tents

to Central African nations

through our new
solar tent initiative.

Bobby Axelrod.

Oscar Langstraat.

-I know who you are.
-Good to finally

-meet you in person, Bobby.
-You too.

So you, um,

you flew in private
to worry about a cure

for overheated
Southern Africa?

Well, my plane runs
on recycled corn oil,

so it's all good.

Ah. That's what I have
my masseuse use too.

[chuckles]

[indistinct conversations]

You're not as bad at this
as the articles say.

-At what?
-Small talk.

But I can see
it's work for you.

Look, these charities

have basically become
feel good machines.

You gave ten mill.
They'll say thanks.

They'll ask again.
You'll give again.

But at the coming
board meeting

I'm pitching
a drastic shift.

I think that World-Aid
should own the company

that makes
the solar panels.

-Rayveon Solar.
-Right.

That way, when the panels
go into wide use,

World-Aid itself
profits from it,

grows, becomes
self-sustaining.

Venture Philanthropy.

There's some of that
disruption you're famous for.

Disruption works.

It's uncomfortable
but effective.

-Like rolfing.
-I don't know.

You might be able to sell
that shit out by the Bay, but--

Venture Philanthropy
is the future.

I sought you out because
I want your support

when I bring this
to the board.

My support isn't
gonna help.

The folks on
the World-Aid board,

they aren't in it
for the future.

They like the access
and the status it gives them.

And they don't want
to lose it.

Their risk tolerance
is exactly zero.

Coach Tikhonov
in Lake Placid.

That's a sport ball
analogy, right?

Ok.

The future hurts.

But only once.

Denying it
stings forever.

Like Shelob
in Cirith Ungol.

Oh, that's a Middle
Earth/fantasy analogy, right?

Ok.

But the board doesn't
take to outsiders

telling them
how to do their job.

I bear an
unpleasant communiqué:

Due to your
legal entanglements,

the chairman has asked
that I represent

the Axelrod Foundation
on the dais... in your stead.

I remember a time
when ten million

got you on
the main stage...

Go ahead, Ayles.

♪ dramatic music ♪

And there it is:

The only person
the board mistrusts

more than someone
like you, is me.

But I'm still
on the board.

So I'll consider
your proposal.

♪♪♪

[bells tolling in distance]

[tap on door]

Good day to you.

I come bearing tithe.
And a lot of it.

And is this gift
unencumbered?

Once I get what I came here for,
use it how you'd like.

I want to secure the available
burial plot, for all time.

I'm afraid there is
no available burial plot.

Who snaked me?

An individual who had a prior
relationship with the Church.

I don't suppose
you could tell me who--

Sorry.

[Dake] I knocked
on your office door.

[Dake]
You weren't there.

It's all one big office, Oliver.
Committed as we are.

So you must be interviewing
that lab tech?

[Connerty] Later.

I'm about to interview
another prime suspect.

Are you?
Don't get waylaid.

Axelrod is the bullseye.

And the green ring
around it, too,

whatever that's called.

The single bull.

Yeah.

That's Axelrod.
The single bull.

[water running]

[hair dryer whirring]

[whirring stops]

Mr. Rhoades.

[claps hands lightly]

Brace a man while
he's grooming himself,

hope the intimacy
makes him feel vulnerable.

An admirable tactic,
Bryan.

This is a respectful
courtesy call.

I'm letting you know,
before anyone braces you:

We're aware of your involvement
in the Ice Juice IPO.

I've known Ira Schirmer
for years.

As my son's college roommate,
then lawyer.

So I threw a little capital
behind the boy's venture.

Not much more to it
than that.

Yeah, that's how
it'd look

if Ira weren't prepared
to testify

about what really went on.

Well, I guess, you wait

for someone to embarrass
himself, he will.

We just need you to confirm
what Ira said:

Chuck directed you
to invade his trust

and knowingly participated
in the sabotage of the company.

You must think
I'm a physical moron.

That's Victorian
for retard, understand.

-Mm.
-You want me to testify

against my son.
At my peril.

And you don't even tender
the reach-around of immunity?

-If I had that to offer--
-You would have.

But you don't. Which is
too bad for both of us.

Maybe I'm as tired
as you are of my son's moves.

Maybe I'd even like
to burn him down.

But we are
a long way from that.

Now...

if you want
to continue this,

we can do so in there.

Otherwise,
I'm done with you.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[steam hisses]

Why does this keep
happening to me...?

♪ pensive music ♪

[Axe] I want you
to introduce Taylor

-to Rayveon Solar.
-The solar panels...

[Axe] If we can make
the World-Aid board invest,

that stock will
go through the roof.

So we need to be in position.
It's gonna be huge.

And I want it in the main fund
when I'm back.

-Then it'll be done.
-I can't be seen

as steering Taylor, so put it
in front of them. But don't.

What if we have
Ayles do it?

Dress it up
like it's charity.

He's the most subtle
man we've got.

-Yeah. Good.
-Yeah, but what if Taylor

senses you're behind it?

Will they steer away?

Well, all depends on what
has the stronger pull:

fear or money.

We'll find out
when we find out.

Eventually, all comes clear.

Speaking of eventuality...

somebody got cozy
in my forever-bed

before I had
the chance to secure it.

Can I use your team of ninjas
to help me find out who?

You know
they're kind of occupied

with bigger shit
right now.

But... what could be bigger

than your eternal
resting place?

Go ahead.

[Announcer]
The countdown clock is

T-minus eight hours
to launch

on tech titan Craig Heidecker's
first ride into space

and to the
International Space Station.

This is the first stage
in Heidecker's ambitious plan

for an eventual manned
mission to Mars.

Heidecker acquired...

[Mafee] And the papers want to
know whose shirts he wears.

How did we ever think
to short that smile?

His charm is a liability.
It means people believe

whatever he tells them.
And he believes it, too.

It ends up having
a washing machine effect.

The stock will,
pardon me, skyrocket

once he hard-docks
at the Space Station.

Size it down?

Farpoint scrubbed
the last three launches.

Guidance and navigation
each time, no corrections found.

Another scrub sets them
back two years.

Stock will dump,
and they'll be

extra cautious
with the CEO aboard...

Size up on the short.

I will.
Can I be honest?

I'll be honest.

I'm rooting for him
to get there.

I am too.

First step is the ISS.
Next, space colonization.

My bet is against
his business model.

Not his vision.

Right on.

[Wags]
You give, we match!

During the GiveBack
Charity Drive.

The largesse of Axe Capital
on display, base to tip.

Unless you don't give.

In which case we're matching
thin fucking air.

-The e-mail was received.
-I gave.

I saw the amount.

If that's giving,

I weep for the women
in your life.

The Axelrod Foundation
means well.

But is intrinsically
inefficient.

I put my resources to good use,
when I find a deserving outlet.

Or are you not asking?

No, no, I get it.

Everyone from
your prom date to PETA

coming to you
with palms outstretched.

That's always the way it is
when you make your first score.

But Sean Ayles and what he does
with the Axelrod Foundation

is different.

Time you two thumb wrestle.

[heroic music plays
on television]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Who, in the name
of goodness, is that?

That's the Bear Jew.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[thudding, men cheering
on television]

Savage.

Yes, he is.

For the cause.

As are we.

[television turns off]

What's up?

Uh...

[clears throat]

Seems that the disrespect
shown you at the tent demo

was symptomatic
of an entrenched ill-will.

They plan to hold a vote
to remove you from the board.

You had to know
this was in the offing.

Also, you had to.

Is this a matter
of public persona?

-Because there are ways to--
-No.

This is not a rehab play.

There are other reasons that
I need to stay on that board.

The vote, traditionally,

happens in absentia
of the person being removed.

I am unconcerned
with tradition.

[clears throat]
Off to lunch with your CIO.

Seems they're dubious of the
Axelrod Foundation's efficacy.

Look, I'm stuck here watching
skulls get crushed on TV,

so I need Taylor
crushing skulls on my behalf.

Make them see the efficacy
of the Foundation.

More specifically make them
see the play on Rayveon Solar.

Use all your powers
and all your skills...

[footsteps retreat]

[sighs]

[television turns on,
thudding, men yelling]

Mick Nussfaur.

The fucking
ambulance chaser?

Yes. New York's
top personal injury lawyer.

We can leverage.
Has a girlfriend

-his wife doesn't know about.
-Wife is ill.

Girlfriend's family
rich and powerful.

Her parents have a mausoleum
in Green-Wood.

This I can
and will work with.

Bill me for your time.

[Tim]
Axe offered to cover.

I hope you're as good
to each other as he is to me.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[knocks]

♪♪♪

Our lab tech.

The one we had as likely
supplying the toxin...

He boarded a flight
for a far off land.

♪♪♪

It seems "later"
was too late.

I told you what to focus on,
you didn't.

Get on those
remaining accomplices.

[Ayles] I'm aware of
your skepticism of what I do.

Philanthropy is
a cesspool.

The charities you give to

are blind to the problems
they aim to solve.

Even Bill Gates.
He gave malaria nets.

And people used them
as herring nets.

Only they were coated
in chemicals.

So coastal West Africa

ends up with depleted
and inedible fish stocks.

They asked him
to stop helping.

Axe is forensic

and demands maximum
efficiency in all pursuits.

Look at the World-Aid solar tent
initiative in particular.

Twenty million people
on the verge of famine in Africa

due to
the rising temperatures.

Both they and their barley
must be kept cool.

This is a real answer.

I'll review the brief.

And it is sent.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Nussfaur] Mr. Wagner.

Reading your medical report,

I expected you to be
wheeled in on a gurney.

This isn't yours,
it's a ploy...

I needed to see you
and didn't want you forearmed.

Oh, so this
is adversarial?

I hope it's
mutually advantageous.

I come to you,
not with physical injury,

it's true, but with a lifetime
of spiritual harm done.

[sighs]
Not my racket.

Unless there's one third
commission on salvation.

I think not.

Then talk in a language
I might understand, or leave.

I'm here
for the burial plot.

To suggest
that you move on.

If you know that I maneuvered
my way into getting it,

then you have to know
that I'm not about to let it go.

I'm offering you
something better.

I've secured you
a prime patch at Green-Wood.

P-7 tract.

That's not an offer.
That's a threat.

To what,
expose my side piece?

I know you care for her.

[scoffs] Care for her?
I love her.

Tits made to fit in
a nice sized martini glass.

I'm sure
you've seen pictures.

And this way,
you can lay together

in her family's mausoleum.

I had to ensure
others would be moved,

all under cloak of secrecy,

so that no one would know
about any of it

until you were gone.

What's the rest,
you're gonna tell my wife?

I'm trying
to protect her.

So I have something you want
and you're coming for it.

That's an average Wednesday
for me.

The cuticles.

You do that
while getting fellated?

Long as I nut, who cares?

Are you offering
to fellate me for the plot?

'Cause that's a hard no.

[chuckles]

Look, man,

I have fucked up
a lot in life.

I want to do death right.

Wagner, you're not
my problem

on either side
of the mortal plane.

How's this:
The plot is yours.

If you take
immediate occupancy.

Otherwise, be the fuck
from my office.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Minor]
Legend is, King Cole

is releasing his royal air
under that robe.

That's why he smiles.

Because the jesters
have to take it.

It's a gesture of respect

that we alerted you
in advance of your removal.

And what a kindness
that is.

Yet it's of a different style
than the one I showed you.

My support of our worthy cause.
My fucking ten million.

Look, Bobby.
It's your board-appointed right

to appear at the meeting.

But you know
how things leak.

I wouldn't want you
to be portrayed

as desperate
and begging.

I'm a problem for you.

Your board thrives
in the dark,

slurping up
the fringe bennies--

the five star lunches,
the golf junkets,

the safaris under the guise
of "fact finding missions."

My presence shines
an unwanted light,

'cause I'm someone who
actually works for a living.

The conduct of the board,
under your direction,

will be found out.

And nothing will change.

Because that's how it's been
for all time.

Mm.

A little cronyism greases
the wheels of the machine.

And no T-shirt billie
with the law on his tail

is going to change that.

Fart in
my fucking presence

and your reign
will meet a swift end.

[Class President]
We'll return to the frolic,

but a few awards must find
their deserving recipients.

The first is
a Distinguished Service Award.

Given to an individual

who has exemplified
the lux et veritas

that guides this institution:

Mr. Charles Rhoades.

[applause]

My remarks would pale

beside those of someone
who knows him best.

So.

A surprise guest
to present this award.

US Attorney for the
Southern District of New York.

Mr. Chuck Rhoades Junior.

Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.

Uh...

It was a short walk
for me to get here.

My 25 year reunion
is happening 100 yards east.

So...
[light laughter]

But in truth...

it's been a short walk for me
to get most anywhere in life.

My father, Charles Rhoades,
made sure of this.

He had me at 25 years old.

An age at which
I was finishing law school.

Drinking as I pleased.

Chasing women,

if not always catching up.

[laughter]

But my father stepped up
and sacrificed

the remaining years
of his life as a young man,

to ensure that I got
the right start.

And as I grew,

he taught me to recognize
and seize opportunity.

The value of loyalty
and alliances.

The obligations of privilege.

In essence,

he gave me the key
to the workings of the world.

He handed me every advantage.

And his sense of duty
has carried forth.

The Distinguished Service Award.
To a distinguished man.

A life of service.

Come get this thing, Dad.

[applause]

Oh.

[applause continues]

[cheers and applause]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

Dad.

You played those heart strings
like Orpheus.

To no avail.

And on this
hallowed ground,

the site of
my greatest conquests,

you have the impertinence
to show your weakest self.

Connecticut Hall.

I fucked three girls in there
once, in a 24 hour period.

One in the can.

You screwed a girl
in a dorm bathroom?

No, sonny.

Well. That was
before AIDS.

Wouldn't have stopped us.

Fact that it stopped
your generation says it all.

We forged ahead,
damn the torpedoes.

I should have
known better.

The sentimental approach
was never going to work on you.

I realize I may endure the
consequences of what I've done.

May go down.

And if you are unable
to protect me...

I want to know
that you'll protect Kevin.

Be the man in his life.

My speech was
under false pretenses.

But there was truth in it.

You were a role model.

The boy
will be looked after.

Ok.

But please, none of
that Uncle Maurice shit.

We walk in together.

You collect your wife.

Some people find you impressive.
So you will shake a few hands.

Then leave.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Announcer] Manticore-2 sits
ready to launch.

♪♪♪

Last scrub
was T-Minus 8.

[Announcer] T-Minus 10 seconds.

♪♪♪

It's gonna happen...

[Announcer] Four, three,
two, one.

♪♪♪

[Announcer] And we have liftoff.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[explosion]

[all gasp]

[crash]

[Announcer speaks indistinctly
on television]

[Announcer #2] We're now
standing by for updates...

Who's gonna say it?

Fuck it.
I'll say it.

Farpoint is
gonna tank!

[cheers, laughter]

It's payday
on that beautiful short!

[cheering]

You didn't put a banana
in his tailpipe, did ya?

[cheering, laughter]

Yeah! Fuck, yeah!

[cheering,
indistinct conversations]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Hey.

Craig Heidecker died.

His...it, exploded.

Well
isn't that a shame...

A real goddamn shame.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I'm sorry, Wendy.

For your loss.

Mr. Rhoades, I wanted
to introduce myself.

-My son was--
-Excuse me.

My son was on
the law review with you.

He admired you greatly.

♪♪♪

As the manager
of the factory,

you know the placement
of the surveillance cameras.

But not well enough
to avoid them all.

We have you
pissing in the soup.

And people's lives
were placed in jeopardy.

Which puts your freedom
in that same position.

I was told
they weren't in any danger,

that a doctor
was consulted.

A doctor?

Trace amounts, he said.
Keep it as safe as can be.

The man who instructed you.
Describe him.

Fifties.

Bald.

Glasses...

Medium nose.

And like that.
Work begets results.

I looked closer.

Pierced the firewall
on Senior's position.

And its size matches that
of a trust in Chuck's name.

Question is:
did Senior violate the trust?

Or was he directed
to do it?

Hm.

Important questions,
no doubt--

The only ones
that fucking matter.

And about time
we got the answers.

Can't look away from it
anymore, Oliver.

Perhaps an exploratory meeting
with Rhoades Senior then.

I may have
already done that.

Ah.

He's gonna require immunity
to come in

and I'm gonna offer it.
But I need your sign off.

Or furnish me a fucking reason
you'd refuse me.

In writing.

Offer it.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

Bourbon in a cup.

[bottle opens]

[liquid pouring]

[thudding]

Thanks.

So you knew.

-Had me followed.
-No, no.

But my father did.

And he told me.

Took pleasure in it.
[chuckles]

Chuck...
It--

It was a symptom of...

disarray in our marriage.

I caused that disarray,

and it has since
been ordered.

And we're going to
leave it at that?

This won't
come back around later.

It leveled me, Wendy.

That's the truth.

♪ slow music ♪

Broke parts of me
I didn't know existed.

But that pain focused me,

on priorities
both work and home.

So I'm glad for that.

And if it does rise,

I will do my best to bring it
to you in a civilized manner.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Ahh.

I told you
about my first time.

-With the junior--
-Yes.

Yes. Wasn't so.

She was
my first amateur.

Uncle Maurice
took me to a brothel

on my fourteenth birthday.

So young.

That's practically
Kevin's age.

Yeah.

I was as ashamed
as I was nervous

as I was excited.

And Uncle Maurice swore it would
be between me and him...

But when I got home, my father
was waiting up for me.

And he knew
all about it.

Told me he'd picked
Ginger for me,

that he knew she'd
get the job done right.

Take me "'round the world."

You discovered
he was unfaithful.

Mm-hmm.

And it was the first time

my father ever said
he was proud of me.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

So...How was Ginger?

[chuckles]

Well, Dad was right
about that.

Yeah. She took me
'round the world.

[both laugh]

[cellphone vibrating]

Ohh.

Yeah?

[Dake]
It's happening.

[Dake] Your father
is being brought in.

[Dake]
All on the record now.

[Dake] You'd better
prepare yourself.

[sighs]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

[cellphone clatters]
[sniffs]

Connerty's got my father.

Hm.

This evening
was a misstep.

I should know the man by now.
Anticipate his reactions.

Not act on
what I hope them to be.

You do know your father.
And how he responds.

All too well.

That's right. I do.

And you need to use that.

Exploit it.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[indistinct talking, horns honk]

[Foley]
Just occurred to me.

We only sup when
difficulties are at hand.

But perhaps this time
is different?

My father's
going to serve me up.

So you may need a new horse
for the governorship.

Well, only so if you're
willing to surrender.

Are you?

I am not, willingly.

But circumstance
may cost me it.

I have tried [chuckles]

almost all manner
of appeal.

Almost all...

Well, then I believe
Joe Scolari can be of help.

Your father's Kingsford land

is in the good
state senator's domain.

Which presently works
in your father's favor.

But that can change.

To do so, however, would be
a move you cannot walk back.

[silverware clanks]

So, are you sure?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Taylor] Craig Heidecker's
wristwatch

contained 456 pieces.

Inside a 38 millimeter case.

Hand assembled by one horologist
over the course of a year.

Some of the pieces are invisible
to the naked eye.

It's precise to plus or minus
point-five seconds a day.

As close to faultless precision
as possible.

That's how he lived.

I know how he lived.

We, uh...

worked together.
Briefly.

Look, he understood

precision is an objective,
not an end.

It's what gets one as near
to perfect as possible.

But perfection
is unobtainable.

That's hard
for you to accept

because in some areas
it is within your grasp.

Math is perfect.

And he did the math.

A thousand times a day,
a thousand days in advance.

Before he put his life
inside that vessel. I am sure.

But there's always "X."
The unknown.

A buildup of oxygen
in the aluminum liner.

Can't be solved for.
He'd know this too.

And he decided
the risk was worth it.

The success of that mission

would determine the viability
of his vision:

To make the universe
hospitable.

Because we'll need it
to be.

I knew the risk
was too great.

The signs read this way.
And I bet against him.

He wanted to save
our lives...

I profited off his death.

You lost a hero
and were rewarded for it.

These things
are in conflict.

But conflicting emotions
require we resolve the conflict.

Can they be resolved?

One emotion
has to prevail.

Otherwise you languish
while the dispute carries on

and you miss opportunities.

It's normal to feel
two things at once.

But when you're here.

Mind the truth
that makes you money.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

[children shouting playfully]

I brought pie.
So to speak...

Seeing as
we'll be neighbors.

Oh, it's you.

The plot is spoken for.

Nussfaur?

I heard you're
on your ass.

You can't afford
a choice patch like this.

That's fucking hilarious,

considering my wire
has already been sent.

Is that right?

Just here to sign.

You can kiss my red eye
on my way out.

Things I'm hearing, I'd check
the wire if I were you...

Knock yourself out.

It...appears his--your deposit
has been retracted.

There's insufficient funds.

That's bullshit!

I keep 350
in my car ashtray.

Sir, if you can't pay--

I can and I did.

[Wags]
Probably over extended.

His marriage is collapsing
like the walls of Jericho.

Where'd you get
that crap?

I read about you being outed
with your mistress on Page Six.

May I?

Shit!

I'll have you hoisted by
your scrotum for this, Wagner.

So now you have
a vacancy.

[paper rustles]

And now you don't.

[Wendy] You leave boards
all the time.

Yeah. When I fucking
choose to.

I don't choose
to leave this one.

So you're not gonna
go gracefully.

I am going
into that room,

and I am gonna play
duck duck goose.

I'm gonna remind each
and every fucking one of them

how I've personally
enriched them.

And I am calling in
the return.

There's little to be gained
by instigating foes.

Then they will be taught
there is no strength in numbers.

Fats McCarthy,

he killed 22 Germans
and captured fifty.

A half-kilometer of a trench
by his own hand.

I can take
this fucking board.

So you're an army of one?

And fortified.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

There is a toxicity

that comes with being
charged with a crime.

[sighs]

Sure, it may matter
to people in finance,

but their reputations
are buttressed by money.

Philanthropies only have
their reputation.

And you are a threat
to theirs.

It's like academia.
Everything's a big fucking deal,

because the stakes
are so small...

So this is where
we live now--

in retreat.

We fall back.
We preserve.

We defend.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

It'll pass when
you clear your name.

But for now,
you need to embrace

the victory of self-awareness.
Because out in the world,

you might keep taking
losses for awhile.

That's where you're at.

We both are.

[indistinct conversations]

[Axe sighs]

[conversations stop]

[door closes]

I'd like to push
the final item

to the top of
the agenda.

Changing the agenda requires
a unanimous vote.

I'll expedite:
you don't have it.

Fine.

First order.

Oscar Langstraat, one of
our most important donors,

would like to address
the board regarding a...

Venture Philanthropy
initiative.

[Langstraat]
Thank you.

I value your good works.

But organizations must change,
because the world is changing.

Venture Philanthropy, conducted
with precision and care,

is that change.

We'll need
those tents in here,

you keep pumping in
the fucking hot air.

There'll be no crosstalk.

So I'll just talk.

Venture Philanthropy
can work.

But it requires a rigorous
level of oversight.

This group isn't
built for that.

Then what are we
built for, Axelrod?

Listen, Langstraat,
I'd love to let you burn them,

in the name of burnishing
your own rep.

But I cannot let you hurt the
people of sub-Saharan Africa

just so you can be part of yet
one more cutting edge movement.

Wake up, Axelrod.

Cystic fibrosis is on
the verge of being treatable,

or even curable,
thanks to VP.

They've created a way

to earn the money
they need for research

instead of endlessly
fundraising.

Look. Don't try and reinvent
who we are, here.

There is a reason
for the tried and true--

it may not be perfect,
but it works.

Look, you will make
fools of yourselves.

A 50 million dollar
investment in Rayveon Solar

would allow
the people to bypass

Africa's failed
electric grid

in the way cellphones
bypassed its phone lines.

They'll be able to power homes,
businesses, indoor farms--

Like the bard says:

save the bold moves
for the brilliant players.

That ain't you.

And it sure as shit isn't

anybody sitting around
this table.

Spoken like the overpaid
day trader you are.

[laughs]
So says the fucking

Northern California
pipe dreamer.

Don't do it, people.

Mr. Langstraat's proposal
goes to a vote.

Those in favor
of establishing a fund

for the purpose
of venture investment.

As I, for one,
certainly am...

[chuckles] You're making
a bigtime fucking mistake...

♪♪♪

The motion passes.

As will, I expect,
the next.

I motion to remove
Robert Axelrod

from the World-Aid Consortium
Board of Directors.

Those in favor.

♪♪♪

The Board thanks you
for your contribution.

[indistinct conversations]

To what do I owe
the pleasure of a visit

from the only state senator
who matters?

I felt it was only right
to let you know personally:

The Kingsford land

may need to be reassigned
as a conservation area.

Eastern elk need
all the help they can get.

Delicate species,
require a certain habitat.

Whereas a casino,
like a fungus,

will thrive
in any dank climate.

If the casino moves,
my land up there is worthless.

This is some overreach
of the canton, Joe.

[silverware clanks]

Eastern elk need
all the help they can get.

Delicate species.

Require a certain
habitat.

♪♪♪

[Dake] We are prepared
to offer you immunity

in exchange
for your cooperation.

Alternatively. Perjury
carries five years.

Tell me: You have
that to spare?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Ira is a liar.

A disgruntled,
failed investor.

I touched my son's money
because I saw a win.

I believed it was
within the scope

of my power as Trustee.

Chuck was my victim.

And we were both victims
of Bobby Axelrod.

Do you know what happens

when that statement gets
rebutted in open court?

I don't want to put you
in jail, sir, but I will.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

We've both loved
this man--

you as his father,
me as a sort of son.

But it's time to do
what's right.

I would've thought
that my son trained you better

than to rely on emotion,

when only true fortitude
will get the job done...

You have my statement,
buckeroo.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door opens]

Well. I gave you
your shot with him.

Now, pick back up
on the other witnesses.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[sighs]

Do you carry this model?

The 5270R
in rose gold.

We do have one.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Perpetual Calendar
chronograph.

Silvery opaline dial.

Day, month and leap year
in apertures.

Moon phase...

Sapphire-crystal case back
with hinged dustcover.

Fold-over clasp
in 18 karat rose gold.

164,400 dollars.

You're welcome
to try it on--

I'll take it.

[laughter]

Nice piece.

I'd forgotten what
your voice sounds like.

Because I only heard it
through Wags. Ayles.

You had them work me
on the tent initiative...

The message was received.
I saw the play.

Well enough to act on it?

I bought a basket of solar
to obscure it--

ten names--
including Rayveon.

Good.

The board approved
the venture fund.

Rayveon Solar
is churning panels

out of Shenzhen
right now.

Your play all along.

Get the board
to expand the initiative.

Axe Cap reaps the win
on manufacturing.

Your aim is true.
So is mine.

Heidecker.

Farpoint stock price went
the way of its founder.

Our short paid big.

[door opens]

[door closes]

About halfway through
your screed, I realized:

You weren't insulting me.

We were dancing.

[Axe] Well, I couldn't
rid myself of my toxicity

so I aimed it.

For my benefit.
They hate you so much,

they forgot that
they hate me too.

Thank you for throwing
the vote my way.

My pleasure.

Oh, I imagine it is.

I'm guessing you laid
a healthy position

in Rayveon Solar
in advance of the outcome.

Oh, no, I don't
trade equities.

I do.

Oscar, my CIO,
Taylor Mason.

Did you buy
in yourself?

I don't burn
from both ends.

It's in the interest of my brand
to be above reproach.

Well, I don't have
that luxury...

Or burden.

The fund really is
to World-Aid's benefit.

They'll never know
the good you did them.

To the good we've done.

And will do.

♪♪♪

[speaks Amharic]

Do you know why
Ethiopians eat this way?

Shared?
In the center?

It's to foster
a sense of community.

Keep everything
in the open.

So everyone sees
how much is available.

And everyone knows
they got their fair share.

It keeps
everyone honest...

We've all done well today.
All got our portion.

But you two might be
better suited to a steakhouse.

Where everyone
has his own plate.

Plenty such establishments
in Mountain View.

And I'd be happy
to host.

You two would find fruit
in our humble valley.

I'll leave this
to you two to carve up.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ I knew a man, Bojangles ♪

♪ And he'd dance for you ♪

♪ In worn-out shoes ♪

♪ With silver hair,
a ragged shirt ♪

♪ And baggy pants ♪

[knock on door]

♪ He would do
the old soft shoe ♪

♪ He could jump so high ♪

♪ Jump so high ♪

♪ And then he'd lightly
touch down ♪

I'm proud of you, son.

♪ I met him in a cell ♪

You did what was required.

♪ In New Orleans, I was ♪

Fucked me good.

Damn the torpedoes.

♪ Well, I was down and out ♪

♪ He talked of life ♪

♪ Lord, he talked of life ♪

[laughs]

♪ Laughed, slapped
his leg a step ♪

♪ His said his name
was Bojangles ♪

♪ Then he danced a lick ♪

♪ Right across the cell ♪

♪ He grabbed his pants,
took a better stance ♪

♪ Jumped up high ♪

Bravo, Wags.

As the epitaph
shall read.

I thought this
was a vanity play.

But. More a matter
of legacy.

Some people frontload,

establish their legacy
early in life.

I've left mine
to the end...

Or hopefully
it's only the middle.

Who knows?

Heidecker knows.

Fuck, 33.

Too soon.

No, dying in your thirties
is "tragic."

As is forties.

Sympathy dissipates
from there.

Fifties is
"such a shame."

Sixties is "too soon."

Seventies...
"a good run."

And eighties is
"a life well lived."

Nineties...

That's a fuckin'
hell of a ride.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Don't get
too comfortable.

A hell of a ride.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ Mr. Bojangles ♪

♪ Mr. Bojangles ♪

♪ Mr. Bojangles ♪

♪ Come back and dance ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Dance ♪

♪ Please dance ♪

♪ Mr. Bojangles ♪

♪ Mr. Bojangles ♪