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[Donnie Caan] Previously
on Billions...

He is a candidate for
a drug trial in Pittsburgh

that's been yielding some
pretty interesting results.

Maybe we shouldn't
bring it up.

Thank you, Dr. Gilbert,
for the excellent care.

[Ronnie] I was told
they weren't in any danger,

that a doctor
was consulted.

A doctor?

[Wendy] You broke into
my computer,

opened my files,
and read my session notes.

You stole the evidence
you needed.

I'm here
to ask a favor.

Why would I do that?

Oscar Langstraat.

Good to finally meet you
in person, Bobby.

I know who you are.

To the good we've done.

And will do.

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

[Chuck] You will make a call
to Bobby Axelrod.

You'll tell him
that my father

has taken a massive position
in a new IPO.

[Boyd] Ice Juice.

I believe
I can do all that.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ pensive music ♪

[Yancy] ...I'm a man
of science.

[Yancy] But this
isn't Jonas Salk.

[Yancy] It's
Doctor Mengele.

[Yancy] Pure evil.

It's outrageous.

Imagine being
so heartless

that you continue to put
tumors in living creatures

even after you know
the drug wasn't working.

No profit is worth that.

Only a monster would profit from
an animal's misery and death.

And it's illegal!

Well, we're gonna blow
the whistle, loud and long.

And I'm going to get you
whistleblower protection.

I've already got
the attorneys all lined up.

We need to go quickly.

They're trying to get
one more stock bump

before it becomes
public that--

Here's a little something
to tide you over

in the fallout from your
testimony against Mendham.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[engine shuts off]

Waiting for anyone?

[car door closes]

Wheels-up as soon
as I hit the chair.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

EDNY just grilled
Dr. Gilbert.

[Tim] We tracked
them interdicting

every doctor you've gone to
or made a donation to.

When they got
to Gilbert--

We knew we had to pull you
off the plane.

I was really fucking looking
forward to the City by the Bay.

You want your slide back
from my lab or...

No. Get rid of it
for me.

♪ dramatic music ♪

For your foundation.

[Axe] The slide.

What did he do
with the slide?

Fingerprints live
for years.

Decades.

Offering it up
would give him

massive bargaining power
with the Feds.

You were right
to intercept me.

I need to see him.

[exhales heavily]

You can't cancel.

I mean, you can,
but tomorrow's opportunities

will be subscribed
with or without you.

I'll send my CIO.
Taylor Mason. You've met.

[Langstraat] Sure did.
Smart person.

Didn't seem like a fan of me
or my work, but...

Well, we jerked them
around a little.

So they felt
jerked around.

But trust me, they are
a huge Oscar Langstraat fan.

[Taylor] Don't make me
spend time with that guy...

VCs are just
hedge fund managers

who can quote
the Tibetan Book Of The Dead.

Well, he has the pick of
the best investments out there.

I need to manage
our investments here.

Axe Cap goes
wherever you do.

[cellphone clatters]

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Dake] How'd it go
with the doctors?

[door closes]
Not well.

There's something
there, but--

Then you have
to find it.

We know Axelrod used a doctor
to help develop the toxicant.

You need to find out
which and how.

Trying.
You're very aggressive

when it comes to
running down phantom leads,

but when it comes
to real ones--

Dake, I've already seen
literally dozens of doctors

with ties to Axelrod.

The trial is looming
and you are not making progress.

Failure is getting to be
a familiar refrain with you.

Don't let it become
your anthem.

[Chuck] Wend.

I just heard from Dake.

[sighs]

Whatever it is,
however bad, say it...

[Chuck] I can't unsee
what I saw

when I read
your session notes.

And something in them
may be the key

to making sure that
you and I don't go down.

But Axe does.

...I can't unsee it.

And I know it's, uh--

What almost ended
our marriage?

Yes.

But the information--

Axe convinced a doctor

not to give that experimental
treatment to Donnie Caan,

to shorten
the man's life.

He may have used the same doctor
in his Ice Juice poisoning.

You didn't put the doc's name
in the session notes.

I didn't have it.

I don't.

I'm gonna have to go
to Donnie's widower

to get the name.

That's what
I woke you to say.

And if it makes you feel
better to tell me not to,

do so, right now.

But I promise
not to listen.

♪ pensive music ♪

[meter whirs]

[engine revs]

♪ dramatic music ♪

[horn honks]

[car door opens]

Thank you.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[purse zips]

Where you going?

Barcelona.

[sighs] You're not
supposed to tally up

your trial wins
in advance,

but I've seen it
a thousand times in my mind.

Jury shuffles in.

And Axe turns my way,
rich fuck smirk on his face,

sure he's charmed them.

Certain he's won, because
that's life as he's known it.

You know he thinks I'm a sucker
for not taking the money.

For doing my job.

He thinks I don't
understand the game.

And yet...why did the foreman
just say "guilty"?

Must be a mistake.
Must've skipped the "not."

But then they read
the next count and the next.

"Guilty, guilty."

[exhales heavily]

Is that what you're
picturing when we're--

No.

Sometimes.

I might be able to tell
the times that you do...

Anyway, lately that vision
is slipping away.

Same as my case.

Bry, I have to go.

The corporate jet
just got re-done--

they took Lawrence Boyd's
initials off of it,

put the new CEO's on.

I want to get there early and
make sure everything is right.

Sure...

How the mighty tumble.

One day your initials are
all over the private jet,

next you're in jail--
[chuckles]

And the next day
you're out.

Crazy ride for the rich
and infamous, right?

See you soon.

Mm.

♪ pensive music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ mid-tempo music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[birds chirping]

You got me.

I'm here
with Dollar Bill.

He wants to short--

Mendham Pharmaceuticals.

They're about to draw the ire
of the libtards for cruelty

and the Street
for missing targets.

You use that word
so I feel rage

and then tell myself
not to allow that

to make me predisposed
against your idea. Smart.

And would work if I hadn't
studied Agrippa, which I have.

Regardless, I support this
if Compliance approves.

[Dollar Bill]
Fuck, yeah.

[whirring]

Welcome.

Hello.

Sorry, the office.

Oh. Do what
you must...

Can I arrange
some coffee?

You don't have Chromatic
in New York, do you?

No, thank you--and no.

We have a pitch
in a few.

I'll use the few.

It's Steve Wozniak.

Really?

No.

[bird chirping]

[camera shutter clicking]

♪ dramatic music ♪

[garbled speaking]

[computer beeps]

We're clear.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Axe] Doctor.

He'll hold your stuff.

[clears throat]

Nice hobby.

My time of late has been
spent in reflection.

Replaying pivotal
moments in my life.

Yeah, I don't see
how I fit in.

I need the slide
that I left with you.

I disposed of it.
As you asked.

[Axe] Get rid of it
for me.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[Axe] Get rid of it
for me.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I wouldn't lie to you.

No, no, of course not.

You've always
been good to me.

But have I been
good enough to you?

Absolutely.

I could have done more.

What can I
do for you now?

I want for nothing.

Oh, you must want something.
Give it some thought.

We'll meet again soon.

♪♪♪

The Donnie Caan
Success Academy.

Impressive.

[chuckles]

When do you
break ground?

Already did.

Should be completed
by the end of the year.

Chuck--

I know who you are.

You're the man who made
my husband's last days

a living hell.

Pressuring him
to wear a wire,

to testify, inform.

Well, I'm not proud
of every day of my life.

And I hope you don't
think I'm speaking ill--

but I don't imagine
that Donnie

was proud of
every day of his.

[chuckles]

He wasn't a saint.

Donnie made
choices. Compromises.

He made decisions
about how to live.

Unfortunately
not how he died.

There was
an experimental drug.

It probably could have given
him another half a year.

But Donnie's doctor, bought
and paid for by Bobby Axelrod,

withheld that information...

so Donnie wouldn't live
long enough to testify.

His last Christmas
with you and your kids,

was taken away.

What the fuck
are you saying?

Donnie died when he did,

because that's when it was
convenient for Axelrod.

Privilege prevents me

from being able to get
Donnie's medical records.

You, as next of kin,
can overcome that.

You can give me
a waiver,

so that I can get access
to who that doctor was--

His oncologist

was as compassionate
and thorough a doctor

as I've ever seen.

He came to the funeral.
He held my hand.

He was among the first 15 people
to donate to this place.

[sighs]

[exhales sharply]

Please accept
my sincerest apologies.

I'll leave you
in peace.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Chuck] I have some questions
about the legitimacy

of a certain charter school,
its independence.

I have questions about the
entire idea of charter schools.

No one knows if they work.

It's just because
a bunch of rich people

-decided that they were--
-Let's--let's take a long canoe

trip someday and discuss it.

But for now
I need some records

and I don't want to start
a whole official investigation.

I just need to know who invested
in the launch of this thing.

Can you help?

Off the books?

You know I can.

[door opens]

Mm.

Nice digs.

But you didn't have me over
to see them.

I needed to get you away
from your place, from Chuck,

in the hopes that you'd see it,
and him, clearly.

Because what I see
disturbs me.

Chuck's fucked up.
That's your big headline?

Chuck's done something
fucked up.

And it's gonna take
the whole office down...

unless you put some daylight
between the two of you.

Why would I do that now,
right after he promoted me?

[scoffs]

What do you think
I don't know?

The day Axe was arrested.
The day you got promoted.

-The day I got transferred.
-Busy day.

And yet before all that,
something else happened.

Something you and I
couldn't explain.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Why isn't Lawrence Boyd
in prison?

♪♪♪

[Langstraat] Right.
Tell her...

Oh, good. Good.

Let's hear what
you have to say, Darren.

Everyone loves
Table Service,

an app that connects
millennial diners

to their favorite tables.

I knew this whole thing
was a waste of time.

I'll be right back.

Figure a fella flies out here,
you'd show 'em something

-they might be able invest in.
-He's got a solid pitch!

And so your position in it
must be thick as Nicki Minaj.

-You didn't even hear it.
-Did I need to. Really?

I promised to show Axe
investable start ups.

-That's what I--
-You were testing me, us,

to see if we could tell that
this was in your bottom tranche.

Hedge funds come out here,
their time horizon is different,

they want to tell their
investors they're diversified.

That's what
I offered you.

Thank you
for a very pleasant day.

Have your car take me
to the airport.

Mr. Axelrod insists
on hearing bad news at once.

[elevator dings]

Funny.

No. I wasn't
testing you.

But if I was,
you passed.

Stick around.

I think you'll enjoy
the next pitch.

Go ahead, Darren.

[grinder whirs]

[metal taps]

[coffee machine whirs]

A great-looking
machine, huh?

All that chrome.

[steam hisses]

Grinder, tamper,
knock box.

[liquid pours]
Quality and integrity.

After a full review
[mug thuds]

I can't say the same thing
about you, Dollar Bill.

And I can't approve
the Mendham short.

Are you
fucking kidding me?

There's research.

That's not research.
I know research.

This is caca de vaca.

I can translate if you--

Is everybody here under this
nitpick fuck hole microscope

or just me?

I've been aware of your moves
ever since my time

at the Securities Exchange
Commission.

Y-You think
because the cat's away

the Bill will play?

[inhales sharply]

[sighs]
[glass bangs]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

You motherfucking,
needle-dicked,

six-figure
pants shitter!

And if you need me to
translate that, it means--

It's cagato addosso
in Italian.

Hosenscheisser in German.

But also, let me
say this in English.

Fucking stop this steel cage
match right now.

No. I am the last line
of defense.

Keeping us all
out of prison.

If we were in prison,
I would rent you out

for a fucking scoop
of mashed potatoes.

[Wendy] Calm the fuck down,
shut the fuck up,

and get into my office.
Both of you.

[sighs heavily]

Is this
couples therapy?

Is this what
couples therapy is like?

You've never been?

I've never been married
but I've gone to couples

with three
separate women.

Never did it.

Which may be how I stay
married to two women.

This isn't couples.

But behind pretty much
every shouting match

is a communications
breakdown.

[as Strother Martin]
What we got here

is failure
to communicate.

A failure
to communicate.

Actually it's both.

Strother Martin says it one way,
Newman another. But, yes.

Now I'm going to give you
30 seconds to say

what you think of each other--
to really blow it out

into the open--and then we're
burying that crap forever.

-Who wants to go first--
-May I?

Bill is ego-maniacal.
Greedy. Dangerous.

Crude. Juvenile--

Okay. Dollar Bill--

You're a pretentious,
preening ass.

You're a parasite.
You're not an earner.

You're a page pusher.
You got no balls.

You're less than a man--
and that's not sexist

because you're less than
any woman I've ever shared

-a trading desk with--
-Stop.

Dammit. I was just
getting into a rhythm.

Wasted three seconds
on that not sexist crap--

Can I add reckless
to my prior list.

And borderline criminal,
bigamist--

Enough.
That was ugly.

We don't live there
or we become ugly.

Instead: goals.

Simple. Make money.

Fucking craploads
of green.

For myself.
For my family.

For Axe Cap.

Earn a nice living?

Sure.

But my duty is to do so

while stewarding this company
through safe waters,

avoiding regulatory scrutiny

and upholding our
fiduciary responsibility--

I hate
every pore of you--

Shit.

If this was
couples therapy,

my prescription
would be: break up.

Immediately.

But we are all more
than married here.

And this is our unit.

And we are sticking together
to win this fucking war...

You two will never,
ever like each other.

This is like No Exit
without the guy.

Or, fuck, I'm the guy.

Jesus.

I have nothing to offer
except this:

I have never told Axe to
fire someone for being a dick.

Don't become the first.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Tim] Dr. Gilbert would have
to keep it refrigerated.

How long could it last
on its own?

After 18 hours, give or take,
the toxin would evaporate.

Unless refrigerated.

♪♪♪

[Tim] Do you want us
to check his lab?

♪♪♪

And his home.

♪♪♪

He hasn't reached out yet.
Hasn't asked for anything.

-Are you sure he kept it?
-You ever take

a get-out-of-jail-free card
and just throw it away?

I think I've trained to have
the discipline to do just that.

You would.
I know it.

He ain't you.
He has it.

And we have to make sure he
gives it to us and not the Feds.

[indistinct conversations]

[exhales sharply]

Bottle.

I don't literally
mean bottle.

[bottle thuds]

[glasses clinking]

[cabinet door closes]

[humming]

I always wondered if shrinks
did that after a session.

They would if they had to deal
with the bullshit I just did.

I'm sitting there
talking to those two--

and I say this
with love--idiots,

and all I can think is:

I have to do this
with Chuck and Axe.

Why haven't I?

Because you're
not insane.

And if you think that was
a waste of your fucking time--

Why is it so crazy to think
that these two brilliant--

Because Dollar Bill and Spyros
may be oil and water

but your two other fellows
are nitrate and glycerol.

You combine those...

Yeah. I know. Boom.

And, I really don't want
you burning up with 'em.

Surprised you
haven't already.

You know.

They would
never admit this,

but when they first met,
when Chuck and I

first started dating,
they liked each other plenty.

More than that.

Smartest guys in the room.
Saw themselves in each other.

Chuck was
in private practice.

No reason he and Axe
needed to end up here...

I miss the old days.
Don't you?

[laughs]

Hell yeah,

doing lines off
a hooker's hip bones,

my cell phone in one hand,
and my--

Mnh-mnh.

I meant simpler times.

And as great a toll as
that lifestyle took on you,

this one is kicking
the shit out of me.

Some days, I don't understand
how you're still ambulatory.

What's my choice, succumb
to a case of the vapours?

Because it's either that
or soldier on.

[knock on door]

Come.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Is this a desk talk
or a couch talk?

Lawrence Boyd.

Couch.

We made a deal
to put Boyd in prison.

Boyd is not in prison.

[exhales]

And he's not
Papillon. So...

The judge's order
releasing him is under seal.

And it should stay that way
for the foreseeable future,

so--maybe let that
be enough.

It's Connerty asking.

[exhales sharply]

[folder thuds]

[sighs]

I secured
Lawrence Boyd's release.

He was instrumental
in bringing Axelrod to justice.

Hmm.

But since neither of you
could officially

be affiliated
with that case,

you must have come up
with something else...

active cooperation?

Against?

What would raise
fewer eyebrows

than Boyd turning
on his own employees?

But I haven't seen any new cases
against Spartan-Ives.

I was hoping not
to go back to Boyd.

But now we have to.

I'll need your help.

Why would I--
You already decided.

Before you told me
the Connerty piece.

We here at Rhoades Airlines know
you have many travel options

and are grateful that you have
chosen to fly with us.

You will be rewarded.

Your Honor, we request
that you unseal your order

re-sentencing Lawrence Boyd
to time served.

We're not saying a fraud
has necessarily been

-committed on this court, but--
-Excuse me, counselor.

Please wait
for SDNY to respond.

This isn't
an adversarial motion.

Then don't fight.

Apologies for
my tardiness.

Kate Sacker, for SDNY.

We originally asked you
to seal this order

as a matter of witness safety
and investigative integrity.

Those same concerns
still apply.

We'll keep it
under seal.

And maybe the government
could talk amongst itself.

You say it's a dead-end,
then show up

-to argue against me?
-I'm Chief of Crim.

And if you remember
that whole contest,

you know that Chuck likes to
pit people against one another.

He thinks I'm working him,
so he's using our friendship

-to work me?
-Wouldn't put it past him.

You gonna appeal?

See you
in the Second Circuit.

This is the most
private room I have.

No one will know
you were at the office.

[door closes]

I've been
in war rooms before--

[chuckles]

love that frisson
of danger in the air.

I've asked you here
because I require cooperation.

I did what you asked.

Oh, that was entre nous.

Officially, I need you

to give up a few
misbehaving moneylenders.

I never did repent
for doing good,

nor shall not now...

I tell the judge
you're not cooperating,

you go back inside.

And I tell him
about our real deal,

you bunk with me.

Why, Chuck?

Why do you default to
demanding and threatening?

Why don't you ever ask
what I want?

What do you want?

Thanks for asking.

I like simple pleasures--
butter in my ass,

lollipops in my mouth--

and taking my boat
to Antibes free and clear.

I'll have
your passport returned,

your supervised release
restrictions removed.

Now: names.

My boat.

-I need The Champlain back.
-That's out of my hands.

The government seized it.

It's been deemed
legally forfeit.

So navigate the swamp.

Until then, no names.

Sorry, pal, your credit,
is no good here.

[cellphone vibrating]

If he has...
what you think he has...

you have a shot at
a chain of custody argument.

Could convince the court that
your fingerprints could have

been taken off a glass of Pappy
and transferred.

[cellphone vibrating]
How likely is that?

In reality or in the collective
imagination of a jury?

Either.

Lightning striking
the Powerball winner.

[cellphone vibrating]

He called to meet?

On my way.

Is that
the lightning bolt?

[cellphone clatters]
We'll find out.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[engine revs]

Axe. I've been
calling.

And I haven't
been answering.

Don't you think that's maybe
a sign it's not a good time?

You won't believe the bullshit
that's going on in your name.

-Spyros is blocking me--
-Unsafe.

Use the proper channels.
I don't know where the ears are.

Strip or Retire!

What?

"Strip or Retire."

That's the motto that was carved
above the palestra

in ancient Athens. Where they
wrestled in the nude...

This is getting
weird, Bill--

It means every man should
have skin in the game.

His rep, his honor,
fully on the line

because it means all.

Like mine.

You think you can't
trust me, you're wrong.

Show me
the wire, Bobby!

-Huh, where is it?
-Bill.

This is public.
Very public.

And we look like we're having
a lovers' tiff, at best.

Now, I got an important
fucking meeting to go to.

So pull up your pants

and stop looking to me
for help.

Help yourself.

I'm starting at the justifiable
tradeoff point--

traceable user identity
based on the human voice.

The whole thing utilizes
extant voice technology.

All right.
Thoughts?

Strong concept.
My only concern is:

You don't own the tech
you want to retool.

That's your
thermal exhaust port.

My--

Flaw in the Death Star.

The two-meter wide gap

that runs directly
into the reactor system.

Why I'm here.

I need help to seal it
before I get blown the fuck up.

Let us talk.

I think we can figure out
something you'll like.

That was nice.

-Yes, it went--
-Yeah, that was good.

[indistinct conversations]

People are too harsh
on the port.

They think
it's a plot problem.

Like, "Why didn't
they plug the hole?"

I know!
Unfairly derided.

What material could withstand
the heat expended

from that mammoth sphere?

Plus, it was fortified
with gun turrets and--

--And a fleet
of TIE fighters. Yes.

Nobody gets on Homer for the
whole Achilles' heel situation.

She had to hold him
by something.

Have dinner with me.

I can get a table
at State Bird Provisions.

Sorry. When I saw how things
were going earlier

I made other plans.

But now...well, shit.

Tomorrow?

Leaving first thing.
Another time.

[Chuck] So, here's a chance
to earn my trust.

What do you know
about asset forfeiture?

You want to toot around
in a drug pusher's Ferrari,

Sonny Crockett-style?

I want to know how
assets might wind up...

where they don't belong.

There's "the
undercover brother."

Requisition the asset for use
in a confidential investigation

that lasts...as long
as you want it to.

Want the item
out the door.

Mm.

What about running
the old empty auction play?

Give insufficient notice
on the Marshals' site,

then have a straw buyer
snatch up the thing for a song.

Of course, you gotta
cajole a Marshal.

But that's almost
its own reward.

That.

And do it
in stealth mode.

Roger. What's
the vehicle?

Ah, a floater...

[chuckles]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[scanner beeping]

[Tim] We're clear.

You got in touch
with my guys.

Yeah, in the last day,
I found my grant under review,

the lease on my lab
suddenly in question,

nothing out of place at home--
though I still feel

-like someone has been there.
-Huh.

These tactics are
deeply objectionable.

Well, you're
a diagnostician.

So, before you form
a hypothesis,

let alone
reach a conclusion,

I thought you should
have all the data.

Meaning that you can hurt me
as much as the government can.

Who wants
to hurt anybody?

All of this
is unnecessary.

I told you:
I disposed of the slide.

How?

How?

Wastebasket? Hallway?

Dumpster?

Talk me through it.

Okay. The slide was on my desk
in a plastic bag.

[Dr. Gilbert] You left,
I took the slide

[Dr. Gilbert]
to my exam room.

[Dr. Gilbert] I was going to
put it in the biohazard bin,

[Dr. Gilbert] and then I
remembered it's emptied weekly

[Dr. Gilbert] and had just
been picked up that day.

I didn't want the slide
sitting there for a week.

[Axe] Oh.
So you took it home?

[Dr. Gilbert] No.

[Dr. Gilbert] I went to my lab.
We have a kiln.

That destroys slides?

[Dr. Gilbert] Russians
destroyed thousands

[Dr. Gilbert] of doping
samples that way.

How did you get there?

How did I--

Did you fucking
beam yourself?

I walked
down the hallway.

Did you see anyone?

[Dr. Gilbert] No.

Yes.

[Dr. Gilbert] Jenny.
One of my assistants.

[Axe] Did you say
anything to her?

[Dr. Gilbert] I just
kinda nodded.

You need me
to demonstrate the nod?

I'll let you know.

[Dr. Gilbert] I tossed it
in the kiln.

[kiln beeps]

[Dr. Gilbert] That was that.
No one else there.

That's very cautious
and precise.

I swear
on my Hippocratic oath.

You have to trust me.

That's a very
credible story.

But in my line of work,
we aim to eliminate risk.

It's called
downside protection.

Now, there's always
a price for it.

The question is:

Am I going to pay it...

or are you?

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Mafee!

What up, brawler?

Got a trade
I want you to execute.

You want to go long
on Mendham Pharmaceuticals?

Like Staubach
to Drew Pearson.

Vintage ref.
Nice.

I return to you
your prized vessel.

[keys jingle]

Are you ready
to name names?

It hurts me to do that
to generally good men.

I'm sure
the pain will subside

as the Côte D'Azur
comes into view.

That it will.

So, as the venerable
David Lee Roth once said:

Might as well jump.

[knock on door]

Please speak those names
to my associates.

They will oversee
the case-making.

So you were saying?
[pen clicks]

[door closes]

[mouse clicking]

[computer dings, pulsing]

I got you.

Knocking? No?

Fire Dollar Bill Stearn!

I thought you already
packed that peace pipe

and smoked it
to the dome.

My software flagged him
trying to slip the trade by.

He repackaged it.

Instead of shorting Mendham,
he went long. Very long.

And hedged it
with credit default swaps.

So, when Mendham tanks,
we clean up.

You gotta admit,
that's pretty fucking good.

The only good thing is that
I ran down his little charade.

This trade fits
Bill's MO to a T.

It is exactly
what my compadres

down at the Commish
salivate over.

So block it.

I did.
That's not enough.

If he isn't fired,
I'm gone.

And to make sure that I don't
face any future charges,

I would need to document
all of this and turn him in.

Compliance must be...
complied with.

[cellphone clicks]

[door closes]

[indistinct conversations]

[rock music playing
over speakers]

This is the Netrunner
tournament, yes?

-Yep.
-Taylor Mason,

-you should have my name...
-Let me take a look.

[indistinct singing]

You're good to go.

♪♪♪

Good evening, gentlemen.
Welcome to Daniel.

I've prepared a wonderful
tasting menu for you tonight.

Enjoy your evening,
and bon appétit.

Thanks for opening up
for us, Daniel.

Good to see you, Axe...

[soft instrumental music
playing over speakers]

Full restaurant buyout.

Impression made,
Mr. Axelrod!

And Daniel
of all places!

The precision of that man's
kitchen is mesmerizing.

Puts me in mind of a formicarium
I built as a kid.

[sniffs]
That where you jerked off?

Ant farm--

He knows
it's an ant farm.

That's some white burg--

[slurping]

[swallows]

--fleshy yellow apple,
notes of starfruit--

Enough of that.

Spyros, tell me what
you see as the difference

between your old job
and your new one.

Ah. Well.

As you know,
my career at the SEC was

rather distinguished.

I attribute that
to one thing:

integrity.

Which I now
bring with me

as I walk the other side
of the same street for you.

Where I once policed violations,
I now prevent them--

Wrong.

One word: risk.

Inside the government
there is none.

Every action,
every moment is backed

by the full power and credit--
suspect as that may be--

of the United States
of America.

Everything is all fucking
covered by Big State.

Like a plump bosomed
wet nurse.

[Wags suckling]
But for us--

and for you too now--

everything is
on the line.

We don't feel like
coming into work one morning,

we make a series of fucked up
calls--the lights get shut

and we are on the balls
of our asses.

Testify!

But what do we get
for taking all that risk?

Capital.

Value.

It's why you drive that gorgeous
German engineered sports car.

[chuckles] She is
a beautiful beast.

No one wheeled one of those
into your office at the SEC,

no matter how good
you were at that job.

[laughs]

You know what those click
monkeys are looking for,

so while your title
is Head of Compliance,

you are really here
to help manage that risk

by pushing what we do
right to the fucking edge.

So instead of
fucking with us,

use what you learned
in your distinguished career

to help us.

And Dollar Bill?

Oh, he stepped
out of line,

so he doesn't get
to do his deal--

which'll hurt him
more than paying retail.

[chuckles softly]

But no more of that
him-or-me shit.

Oh, and you don't threaten
to turn us in.

Ever.

You are us now.

And a man who turns
on his own family,

he turns on himself.

You're better than that,
aren't you Spyros?

You never told me
I was family.

-Favorite son.
-Like a brother.

Then, yes.

I will protect
the family.

But there is one thing
that I need...

[mellow music playing
over speakers]

♪♪♪

I'm listening...

[horns honking]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[insects chirping]

[footsteps approaching]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I've answered
everyone's questions.

So why don't you just talk
to your colleagues?

[Chuck] That's the last
thing you want.

Because I know more
than they do.

About your association
with Axelrod.

About Donnie Caan.
About that bacteria.

And if Axe knows
the government is circling

[chuckles] oh, he must be
pressing as well.

Well, if what
you say is true,

I should just drown myself
in that fountain.

I think I'm a better choice
than self-harm.

Testify against Axelrod:

You will escape prison--
for all your crimes.

I'd lose my license.

Probably. Yes.

My work has
saved thousands.

Me being a doctor is
too important to me and,

fuck it, the world,
for me to give it up

so that you people can take
one bad man off the street--

regardless of how rich or
powerful or depraved he may be.

And, of course, for the record--
I have absolutely no idea

what you're talking about
in the first place.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

We are gonna find
a compromise.

[indistinct conversations,
dice rattling]

I will pay four credits,
rez the Adonis campaign,

put 12 credits
and take three.

Nice.

I modeled for that.

The Adonis.

The Jerry West
of Netrunner.

Mandatory draw.

[dice clatter]

I install,
advance twice.

Bold.

Click one, I'll draw.

Click two.
The Maker's Eye.

Ooh.

Sorry.
[chips clatter]

Why?

Luck.

I don't view luck
as zero sum.

Good.

So...run on R and D.

Spending two credits

to break Wall of Static
with Paperclip.

Spending three
plus three and ong.

Gordian Blade
to break tollbooth.

♪ pensive music ♪

♪♪♪

Do you want access?

Cards on the table...

♪♪♪

yes.

I believe I do.

♪♪♪

[car door opens]

[siren wailing in distance]

[clears throat]
[car door closes]

What do we know?

Problems are two-fold:

he had a clandestine
meeting tonight.

-With?
-Unable to say.

We would have been burned if
we got close enough to verify.

And?

We're not convinced that
the good doctor can be bought.

I've bought him before.

We got into
his banking history.

He actually did not personally
benefit from your donations.

-No?
-It all went to research.

He lives pretty frugally.
Has little debt.

Does not have
a second home,

goes on bird watching
vacations and...

Birds don't charge
for a look.

Fuck.

♪ pensive music ♪

[car doors open]

[car doors close]

[cellphone bloops]

♪♪♪

Dig out a pad from,
oh, six weeks ago.

From an old batch.

Ink will date properly.

You do the writing,
this all pre-dated me.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Fabricating evidence.

Nah, evidence is real.

We're just
massaging the dates.

For the right reason:

justice.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Do you want to tell Chuck
to do it another way?

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door closes]
Late-night session.

[keys jangling]

How can this sustain?

[sighs]

You giving all of yourself
to both of us?

[picks up case]

It can't.

[door opens, closes]

We're not alone.

She's discreet.

Eve, shut down.

[computer pulses]

[record scratching]

[Echo & the Bunnymen's
"The Killing Moon" playing]

This good?

What I'd have hoped for
if I'd thought about it.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ Under a blue moon I saw you ♪

♪ So soon you'll take me ♪

♪ Up in your arms ♪

♪ Too late to beg you
or cancel it ♪

♪ Though I know it must be
the killing time ♪

♪ Unwillingly mine ♪

♪ Fate ♪

♪ Up against your will ♪

♪ Through the thick and thin ♪

♪ He will wait until ♪

♪ You give yourself to him ♪

♪♪♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪♪♪

[Wendy] You need to know
if you can trust someone.

You know
I don't really do that.

You trust me.

Yes.

Is that intellect
or instinct?

Some fusion of the two.

What are they
telling you now?

Robert Axelrod
funds my research

and buys a table
at our annual fundraiser.

And that is the extent
of our relationship.

[voice rewinding]

He came to me.
He had a toxin.

I advised on deployment.

It was some kind
of revenge play.

I was weak. I did
everything that he asked.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

I don't have a read.

♪♪♪

I know you were
initially unimpressed.

I'm pleased
you've come around.

Pleased as well
to make this investment.

Be in touch.

Yes.

♪ pensive music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door closes]

♪♪♪

[coin rattles]

[horns honking]

How many blocks extra you
have to walk for that thing?

Buck saved,
buck earned.

Bill, keep
your clothes on.

[grunts]

Moving forward all
your most creative trades

will flow through
Victor Mateo's fund.

Okay that's...yes.

I'll bring him
Mendham today--

Mendham's dead.
You tripped the alarm. Twice.

There are now two records of
Compliance flagging that trade.

It's busted.

Fuuck...

You at least gonna fire
that latte con leche Spyros?

Not under consideration.

Bill, Bill, you're gonna
have to apologize to him.

Publicly.
[cellphone vibrates]

-I'm not--
-Has to be done.

[vibrating stops]

W--

Axe, please...

Has to be done.

Yes.

[Dr. Gilbert]
Axelrod, it's Dr. Gilbert.

Doctor.

[Dr. Gilbert] I'd like to
meet again. I have a proposal.

I'm very pleased
to hear that.

You want us to preserve
the status quo.

There are
security implications.

Whose security?
Not national security.

Not Lawrence Boyd's--
He's free and walking around.

Boyd's person
may well be in jeopardy

if the target of
the investigation knew--

What is that based on? Have
credible threats been made?

Perhaps Mr. Connerty,
so used to his current trial

being in the spotlight, has
forgotten that it's not always

best to scream "I'm coming
for you" at the target.

Well, thankfully there's
an easy way to avoid

putting the whole world
on notice.

You can let me review
the order in camera.

[indistinct speaking]

Mr. Connerty's motion
is granted.

♪ dramatic music ♪

You and me.
Your file cabinet.

And it's gonna be like
Geraldo in Al Capone's vault--

only I'm gonna be happy
to find nothing.

♪♪♪

[door opens]

Happy?

Can I see what you have
on the servers?

Nothing online.
Chuck said cases were too hot.

Dead-tree only.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

You wanted me
to see this.

[sniffs]

You lost in court,
on purpose,

so I would see this
and go away.

I would never
lose on purpose.

Don't be a sore winner.

You might've just
lost the privilege

of telling me how to be.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[indistinct conversations]

Do you know
what this is about?

Somebody's birthday.

We're all getting
a Fudgie the Whale.

I'm 99 percent sure
you're lying.

But the one percent
is bursting with hope.

[conversations continue]

All right.

In what I can only pray will not
be a regular occurrence,

Bill Stearn will take a page
from the Otis Redding songbook

and try
a little tenderness.

Yeah, um...

okay.

Compliance is to be...

complied with.

[index cards shuffle]

Ari Spyros is a human man

worthy of the respect due
to any freeholder.

[index cards shuffle]

[sighs]

And I apologize
for the remarks

I made to and about him.

[index cards shuffle]

Oh, my god.

[indistinct conversations]

No Fudgie?

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

It was in this very room
I learned the price

of trusting men
in your line of work.

If that's a reference
to Chuck Rhoades,

let me tell you this:
I am nothing like him.

What other non-epiphanies
do you have for me?

Hmm.

I know the supposed
investigation

into Spartan-Ives
is bullshit.

A cover for whatever agreement
you guys really have.

[chuckles]

I'm not after you.

I already got you.

But Chuck...I fear has
begun to abuse his power.

That he's become
something of a tyrant.

And you're gonna what?

Put one in his ear

during a performance
of Our American Cousin?

Not how I'd phrase it.

I just wonder:

Wouldn't you like
to fuck Chuck up?

Pitch it out.

What you think happened.

How Charles Rhoades, Junior
took down Robert Axelrod

and got me out of prison.

A three-part mini-opera.

And you'll confirm or deny?

If you're good,
you'll know by my face.

[inhales deeply]

Chuck put his best friend's
money in a company.

His father's money. His own.
So it'd be enticing, convincing.

And you earned
your freedom

by delivering that
curly tail grub to Axelrod,

getting him to swallow it
hook, line, and the rest.

The Nite Owl case
made you.

Do you really want
to tear that all down?

With a wrecking ball.

Wanna help me swing it?

Not even a little bit.

I'm leaving.

I'm going to get on
my boat and disappear.

For a long, long time.

[exhales sharply]

[engine revs]

[car door opens]

♪ Otis Redding's
"Try a Little Tenderness"♪

[car door closes]

[engine starts]

♪♪♪

[tires screech]

[screaming]

♪ Hold her where you wanna ♪

What the fuck?

♪ Don't tease her,
never leave her ♪

Oh!

What the fuck?

What the fuck are you--

What the fuck?

[laughs]

What the fuck!

Fuck you!

♪ Try a little tenderness ♪
[engine revs, crash]

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ You got to rub her
gentle, man ♪

♪ dramatic music ♪

God's honest truth--
I don't have the slide.

By now whatever remains
of the glass

are ashes buried with tons
of other biomedical waste.

But we both know
I don't need that slide

to be a danger to you.

I could just
tell them the truth.

But I've been pushed
far enough.

I want something
for my troubles.

Name it.

Money.

For your foundation?

For me and my family.

Two hundred million.

I want to live a little.

Okay.

My people will
take care of it.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Well, I finally
got my read:

I'm fucked.

He asked for money.

But we know
he doesn't want money.

Especially for himself.

♪ Echo & the Bunnymen's
"The Killing Moon" ♪

He's made a deal
with the government

and he's stalling...

♪ Your sky all hung
with jewels ♪

♪ The killing moon ♪

♪ Will come too soon ♪

♪ Fate ♪

♪ Up against your will ♪

♪ Through the thick and thin ♪

♪ He will wait until ♪

♪ You give yourself to him ♪

[sighs deeply]

[Chuck] We are gonna find
a compromise.

You're asking me
to testify, I refuse--

I don't see a position.

Squint with me.

If you don't want
to get on the stand,

then there needs to be
physical evidence.

Is there
physical evidence?

An item that could
speak for you.

If such a thing existed,
I could make sure

that it would appear
where it needs to,

and it would be
the matador's sword.

He would walk out of that
court room right into his cell

and you, my good doctor,
would be free from all of this.

♪ The killing time ♪

♪ Unwillingly mine ♪

♪ Fate ♪

♪ Up against your will ♪

♪ Through the thick and thin ♪

♪ He will wait until ♪

♪ You give yourself to him ♪

♪ Fate ♪

♪ Up against your will ♪

♪ Through the thick and thin ♪

♪ He will wait until ♪

♪ You give yourself to him ♪

♪ You give yourself to him ♪

♪♪♪

♪ La, la, la, la ♪