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[Mafee] Previously
on Billions...

I have the case, I just
don't have the evidence.

-Wrong answer.
-If you ain't got video,

you ain't got shit.

Well, we ain't got video,
Oliver. We got theories.

I'm granting Mr. Connerty
one more week.

At that time,
the prosecution will produce

[DeGiulio] evidence compelling
enough to sustain the case.

[DeGiulio] Or I will grant
Mr. Axelrod his dismissal.

[Dake] We know Axelrod
used a doctor

[Dake] to help
develop the toxicant.

I told you:
I disposed of the slide.

How?

How?

Talk me through it.

You have to trust me.

One particular fund
made a killing that day.

It's Wendy's. So I get a buddy
of mine who works for the NSA

to find out
where she was--

You had the NSA
look into Wendy?

-I could end up...
-Jail.

But I will not
let that happen.

If one of us
goes to prison, we all do.

We are all going
to sit here

and calmly discuss
how to undo this.

Full transparency.

I give you my word.

You want transparency?

♪ suspenseful music ♪

How fucking clear
is this?

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[birds chirping]

[Chuck] I was
a bookish kid.

[Chuck] Read a great deal
of military fiction.

[Chuck] Accounts of great
battles. Histories.

[Chuck] That
sort of thing.

I was fascinated by the
paratroopers...in World War II.

And the moment right
before they leapt.

The point
of no return.

That's what they
would say, yes.

"No shame in backing
out now, son.

It's a suicide mission."

And the young soldiers
would set their jaws,

clip onto the static
lines and jump.

I didn't realize
the military

gave them the chance
to back out.

Fictions. Of course,
despite the sergeant saying

there was no shame,
everyone knew there was

nothing but shame,
so they jumped.

And that's where we are.

The slide is being planted
at Axelrod's this very instant.

Oh, Jesus.

-How? Where?
-As to the how,

that involved distraction
of the principal,

subterfuge, stealth.

The trifecta of chicanery.

[Chuck] As to the where:
His refrigerator, of course.

To keep it cold.

Tape it to the bottom of a
ketchup bottle or something.

So he won't
see it until...

Exactly.

Federal agents
will burst in while

Axelrod is having
dinner with his boys,

and discover the slide.
With that physical evidence,

he will be immediately
brought to jail.

The courts will deem him
a flight risk,

so he will be behind bars
for the duration of his trial.

♪ dramatic music ♪

I almost feel bad.

As do I. Almost.

Are you certain you can
stand up to all this?

That you can swallow
framing someone,

even if that person
is, in fact, guilty?

I can live with it.

I need to be sure.

'Cause we are, as you just said,
at the point of no return.

It's no different than
emergency room triage

after a mass
casualty event.

You save who you can
and force the fate

of the rest out
of your mind.

♪♪♪

I hoped you'd
see it that way.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

So we agree this thing
can never go to trial.

We all know
what we're doing?

My number one priority:

Getting Wendy clear
of her short position.

That's my priority too.

I believe you.

But how?

Connerty has my trade,
from Spyros.

Yeah. And the log
with your visit to me.

And he can draw that to look
like many things: co-conspirator

in your scheme--or mine--
chief amongst them.

And nobody will believe
it was a marital tiff,

which is what it was.

Oh. You guys fight?
Who'd've figured?

-[sighs]
-Cell phone records

will show me calling Mafee
from Chuck's office.

I'll handle that part.

I have people who will work
to...massage those records.

[Wendy] [sighs]
My mouth is dry.

Adrenaline leaving
the body, right?

[Chuck] Mm.

So should we talk
about the part

we've been avoiding
in front of her?

You mean who we're
dumping this on?

That's right.
When there's a body,

as the corpus of this juice
company most certainly is,

there has to be a gunman
in the depository window.

Otherwise, they keep
looking for the killer.

Yeah. And there'd need to be
a financial trail laid in,

showing how he
profited too.

So that'll be
your department.

You've proven yourself quite
adept at financial trickitude.

No one's proven
that, actually.

Which is all the proof I need
that you can pull this off.

Well, I imagine
I can...

But we couldn't have
this going to trial,

with this person
ending up on the stand

revealing
all the holes--

No. He needs to be put in a
mortal vise, so he takes a plea.

That's the only way
the pilot light

on Eastern's case can
be snuffed out completely.

This player would need
to be leveraged. Broken...

That's dirty work.
You have the stomach?

Of a billygoat.
When necessary.

For her.

For her.

You think she can handle framing
someone who didn't do it?

Wendy's got steel in her,

but I've never known her
to go that far. No.

So we're either gonna have
to keep it from her or s--

[footsteps approaching]

So who's going
to be our patsy?

Come on, boys, I think
we all know someone

needs to go down
for this.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[insects chirping]
[Dr. Gilbert] ...No,

the Fulbright is a capstone, the
Marshall is for real scholars.

Both prestigious, though?

[laughs] Yeah.
Absolutely!

-I'm getting one--
-I'm getting one too.

Oh. Well, I'm gonna get
some more ice cream.

Does anybody want some?

[indistinct speaking on TV]

[door bangs open]

-FBI!
-Fan out!

[Dancshazy] Step back.
Everyone.

Dr. Gilbert this is a properly
executed search warrant.

-Um--
-Dad? What's going on?

-Why are these men here?
-It's a mistake.

I-I haven't done
anything wrong.

You sure about that, Doc?
Get after it, people.

You've got this backwards.

I've been working
with Rhoades...

Oh.

Oh. He didn't.

-Not the ketchup.
-Oh, my God. Ari!

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[handcuffs clicking]

[door opens]

[door creaks]

I guess I'm not the only
one who can triage.

Dr. Gilbert, my name
is Chuck Rhoades.

I am the United States
Attorney

for the Southern District
of New York.

[papers rustling]

Are they watching us?

No one is watching.

Ah. 'Course not. You would never
let them know you did all this.

Oh, on the contrary, sir.

I am here this fine evening
to offer you the chance

to admit that you're
the one who planned

and executed the
Ice Juice sabotage.

To avoid the embarrassment
of a public trial.

Avoid embarrassment?

You had me arrested
in front of my children!

And you know
I'm innocent.

Innocent?

No.

I cannot credit
that assertion.

♪ dramatic music ♪

I want my lawyer.
I want a trial.

I want to stand up
in open court

and tell them exactly
what happened.

I will admit to
everything I did,

just so I can air out
what everyone else did.

What you did.

When your lawyer arrives,
they'll notify me.

But... [scoffs] if I escort
him in here,

the FBI comes along.

And they won't be interested
in your fanciful stories.

Only in the physical evidence
they found in your refrigerator.

And the profits you
made around Ice Juice.

I didn't make any 'profits'.
And I still want a lawyer.

Think.

♪♪♪

I'm going to step out
for a cup of coffee. Huh?

Why's it always
a cup of coffee?

Car salesman pretends
to get coffee.

Cops on TV.

You.

Well, it goes down
easier than hemlock.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

There are few days
such as this, huh?

It's like when
the custom cutters

show up at grandpa's farm.

It's a true day of reckoning.

[DeGiulio] Circled on
the calendar for a year

[DeGiulio] and your crops
better be ready.

You've had your week
to prepare, Mr. Connerty.

[DeGiulio] Begin.

[Connerty] I'm happy to
report there's new evidence,

there are theories
on the crime

and the larger picture
has come into view...

[Axe] Status?

We've run into
an impediment.

What kind?

Cyber. OneSky Wireless.

Wendy Rhoades's
cell provider--

and we are currently unable
to hack it and manipulate

call records related
to the short.

Time frame?

Eight to ten days.

Too long.

I pay you to accomplish tasks
in the window required.

♪ dramatic music ♪

This entire thing is
a wide ranging conspiracy.

"Conspiracy"?

That's a four syllable word

which means you'd better
be able to prove it.

[Bach] Respectfully, Your Honor.
The only conspiracy here

is the daft one my opposing
counsel is engaging in.

Though, in
fairness to him,

it might be more of
a complex delusion.

Respectfully, the pathetic
delusion here is that

your client might avoid
trial, much less prison.

[DeGiulio] Well, one thing
is absolutely clear.

Neither of you know the meaning
of the word respectfully.

[laughter]
The government has had

ample time to present--
not even evidence,

but the evidence that
there is evidence--

and they have
not done so.

If there was a conspiracy,
someone else is behind it.

There are witnesses who
have described a bald man,

with a goatee,
dressed in black.

This is a smokescreen,
designed to distract the court

from the real villain in
this matter, now as always,

Bobby Axelrod.

[spectators murmuring]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[sighs]

[chair legs scrape]

Have you given much thought
to the nature of guilt.

-Where's my attorney?
-En route.

Guilt is tricky,
isn't it?

You know more about that
than I do.

And you're guiltier, too.

Oh, no. That is
a question of fact.

But guilt is also
a state of mind.

Some of our greatest
works of literature

probe this very issue.
What is guilt?

Who should be punished,
for what?

What is the cost--
the grinding, wearing, price--

of carrying
internal culpability

even while escaping
external blame...

And often as not, right at
the very center of the question,

stands a great man
who has transgressed.

But I haven't.

And you are the one person
who knows,

with absolute certainty,
that I am not guilty.

Oh, I'm not sure
what you say is true,

if we go deeper
than just facts.

In a criminal proceeding,

facts are the thing.

♪ dramatic music ♪

I'm gonna stop talking
until my guy is in the room.

Yeah. I'd do the same
in your seat.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

But facts are merely
a place to start.

♪♪♪

No, we're past them,
you and I.

After all, I once,
quite recently,

gave you the chance to
affirm that facts alone--

like who actually
had the slide,

like actual proof against
Axelrod being manufactured--

don't matter

when true guilt
is on the line.

♪♪♪

And now I'm giving
you another chance,

to remember
who you are,

to examine
your own complicity,

your willingness to
take another's freedom.

♪♪♪

[scoffs]

Axelrod did the thing.

You aided in it.

You used your skills
and abilities to help him

at one point, and then
against him at another,

when that suited you.

And you jumped
at the chance

to torpedo his life
to save your own.

What does that
say about you?

What does that say about
your own need to atone?

♪♪♪

I'll atone on my own time.
[door opens]

Now, why on earth would
you atone for anything

[Gilbert's Lawyer] when
you're an innocent man.

I'll take a moment
with my client.

[suitcase thuds]

[indistinct conversations
in distance]

[seagulls squawking]

[footsteps approaching]

[water lapping]

[door opens, closes]

You lost there, pal?

You've become quite
the bluenoser, haven't you.

Well, I'm guessing you're
not here looking for

the nearest
Timmie Ho-Ho's.

[laughs]

The team's
coming up short.

They can't hack into
Wendy's wireless carrier.

They say the cyber defense is
too tough for the time frame.

Well, they're who
I would use...

And they do know that when
you can't hack a system,

you've got to
hack a person.

Should I tell
them to do that?

They're so young and spry,
it's possible they'll leave

a lot of broken pieces on
the floor when they're done.

Well, then I'm gonna
need you to suit up.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[Chuck] What happened?

He came to me.

Called me in actually.
[liquid pouring]

[Dake] Karl.
Come in.

[Chuck] What was
he looking for?

Thanks for, uh,
crossing the river.

Ah, West Highland
single malt.

Fourteen years old.

When old colleagues--
friends--get together,

why not?

So, how are you
finding Southern?

It's a spinning top.
And it spins just my speed.

Glad to hear it.

Is Chuck a facet
of your day to day?

We've been known to rub elbows
around the bubbler.

[sips]

Pure velvet.

You know what?

Take the bottle with you
when we're done.

Warm up your
temporary quarters.

Beware of US Attorneys
bearing gifts.

[chuckles]

What do you
want, Oliver?

I'll--I'll
put it plainly.

I'm worried Connerty is
going to cough this thing up.

And it's going to
splatter on me.

I'm wondering if Chuck
might be working angles

on his own, to help?

Or only to help himself...

Then you should ask him.

I'm asking you, Karl.

Because you're the one
I got the job for.

You're the one I had
the deal with--

that at the right moment
you would be there for me,

telling me what was
going on from the inside.

This is that moment.

[sighs] Well...

Are you backing Chuck Rhoades
instead of me?

Whoa, what
a thing to say.

Look, Chuck Rhoades had to
know this deal between us

was a possibility
when he took me on board.

So maybe that's why
he's being cagey.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Or maybe there's
nothing going on.

Either way, I'll
keep you posted.

♪♪♪

Thanks for the hooch.

[door opens, closes]

♪♪♪

There are too few old-line
professionals in the field

these days who
recognize nuanced

shifts in loyalty.

When I meet one, it is
an honor to imbibe with them.

♪♪♪

[Connerty] ...Ok, let's
say there are indeed

[Connerty] other bad
actors involved.

[Connerty] In fact,
I intend to prove there are.

Accomplices, medical experts,
bag men--these people

don't exonerate Axelrod,
as opposing counsel suggests,

[Connerty] but they further show
how Axelrod did what he did.

[Connerty] And they show
that this wasn't just a case

of a rogue billionaire
acting out of spite,

but one who was very much
like a bull in a ring,

using or enriching
an equally dangerous figure,

the wife of one
who sits high atop

the federal power structure
in the government,

[Connerty] and a major
investor in the company.

And I intend to explode
the whole thing--

Just a minute!
This isn't the Politburo,

you can't just slander
your neighbors

to get ahead in
the bread line--

Whoa! I invited you to
my home for a nice dinner,

you people are trying
to turn it into

the Animal House
toga party.

Chambers. Now.

There are limits to
what I will tolerate

in all areas of my life.

For instance, I'm fine with
slightly undercooked pasta.

But overcook it, and we are
no longer eating together.

I see it exactly
the same way.

I also don't like
brown nosing, Mr. Bach.

Mr. Connerty, it seemed
as though you were about

to detonate a bomb
in my courtroom

without regard
for casualties.

Instead, do it in here.

If you'd have given
me a little leeway,

you'd have heard that my
case isn't overcooked at all.

It's al dente.

To the tooth--

My last name's DeGiulio,
I know the phrase.

Throw what you got against the
fridge, let's see if it sticks.

-You're thinking of flax.
-Hemp protein is out now--

Mafee. What do
you have there?

These are açai bowls.
They taste like dessert

-but they're filled--
-I asked Mafee.

Oh. Right.

I'll finish at my desk.

[telephone rings in distance]

Supposed to be healthy.

I gotta start
watching it now,

I'm not a 20 year old
laxer anymore--

Lacrosse...right.

I had football
in my head somehow.

No. Lax.
Want some?

Uh, maybe later.
Good for you though.

Taking the next step
in your growth.

Making a commitment
to a healthy future.

Even if it's
the hard thing.

Absolutely.

I'd like to think that I can
count on that commitment.

You can.
You totally can.

Even if it's hard. Even
if it costs you something.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, well, you know,

real commitment
isn't just açai bowls.

It's a lot murkier.

Would you get into
the murk, the muck?

For the firm?
For me?

For your co-workers.

Would you back them,
all the way?

I'm sorry, are we
talking a hypothetical

or something specific?

I mean, you know I'd kill
myself for the job.

That I'll do anything
that's expected.

Mm.

But if you need me to
do something...

beyond
the scope of trading

or whatever, well...

[chuckles] Don't
sweat it, Mafee.

[hand slaps]
We're all good.

Enjoy your wholesome
and healthy snack.

♪ mid-tempo music ♪

[telephone rings in distance]

♪♪♪

[indistinct conversations]

[key clacks]

A while back...you told me
I no longer had a feel

for all the personalities
in here.

I'm sure when you first
started the place you knew

everyone's spouse's name.
[Axe] Yeah.

And what sports the guys
played in high school.

There's no way you can anymore.
The place is too big.

And you're long past
really caring. If you ever did.

That's true.

But you...

Yes.

I "care."

I can see that.

Especially
for some of them.

Like Mafee.

You and he seem to
have a special bond.

He brought me in, and supported
my vision before even you did.

Well, he recognized it.
I kind of took it from there.

You did.

But. Mafee?

I need to understand
what motivates him,

beyond the money
and the trappings.

The idea that he's serving
something greater than

himself is what drives
him. But he...has an

old fashioned sense of
honor, chivalry almost--

not in any paternalistic
sense of the word.

He took the fall with his
frat for a hazing incident

even though he
wasn't part of it.

Anyway, he'd skirt the
line if he couldn't see

the harm in it, especially if
it benefited the organization

as a whole, but he'd never
do something truly against

his sense of wrong
and right.

Something that
would cause him dishonor.

I see.

Do you think he'd consider lying
dishonorable by its nature?

It would depend
on the situation.

He might lie to
protect a friend.

Or someone he loved.
But that's it.

Uh-huh.

Is there
something I can help with?

Something I can do--

No.

Nothing right now.

♪ mid-tempo music ♪

[door opens]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[keys clacking, computer beeps]

♪♪♪

[computer beeping]

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[inhales sharply]
What the fuck?!

Shhh...

No need to upset her.

What is this?
What do you want?

I want to know the price
of a keystroke.

[exhales sharply]

You're blackmailing me,
over her?

[chuckles] You think
my wife gives a shit?

Got a different kind
of a relationship, man--

Ah.

Well, what makes you think
I give a shit?

I'm not here
because of that.

I'm here because of
the sixteen celebrities

and politicians
whose OneSky accounts

you sold access to.

That's a federal offense

and you will go
to prison for it.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Or...

♪♪♪

[telephone rings in distance]

[indistinct conversations]

[spoon clinking]

This is like a country song
where the guy drowns his sorrows

in whiskey only you're
using powdered chocolate.

[chuckles]

Growing up in Aurora,

for pocket money I used
to shovel driveways.

Money was good.
Best part was the hot chocolate.

Sometimes, it's still
the only thing that works.

I thought you were
watching it, eating clean.

I was. Trying.

What drove you
to it this time?

Just a feeling.

I guess I was thinking about
how much this job has given me.

Like how I don't have to
worry about pocket money.

Well, you have given
to the job also.

Yeah. And I'm
proud of that.

Couple times a year I go home
and see the guys.

This one's got a weed shop,
this one's still doing driveways

during the winter--
with a plow truck now,

but a shitty one.

This one needs a loan.
Shit, they all do.

Which you give them?

I do. Because I can.

Sometimes the guys make jokes
about how I earned it.

That at least weed
is legal out there.

That what I do
is even worse.

But I've always laughed
along because I know

I'm not one of
the bad ones.

That they're not gonna
hear about me on the news.

That my reputation is good.
You know?

Yes. I do.

The Feds interviewed
me last week.

So, in the matter of
the Ice Juice short

that you booked, we
will need you to stip

to Wendy Rhoades
calling in the order.

This is the part
where you talk.

My client prefers
not to answer.

I bet he does.

[Connerty] We will subpoena
you to testify in court.

My client will not
lie under oath.

I'm not a liar.

[Mafee's Lawyer] There you
have it.

[Mafee] My lawyer
said I shouldn't

talk to anyone about it...

but I just don't know
if I should dive on

a live grenade for
this place or not.

Would you?

It would depend on the reason
and the circumstances.

Without knowing the specifics,
and I'm not asking you

to tell me, I cannot give
you a complete answer.

But I can say this:
The kid you were,

the one who went
out with a shovel

on freezing days while
everyone else slept in,

that kid earned
his way here.

And will earn his way
in this business

whether Axe Cap
exists or not.

You really think so?

The individual sacrificing
themself for the whole

can be the most beautiful
thing there is.

But not if it's done under
duress or for the wrong reasons.

[Wags] I don't understand
why you didn't just

put a number
in front of Mafee.

I felt like trying
to buy him wouldn't work.

Make him feel
dirty somehow.

[Wags] -And that's a bad thing?
[Axe] -To him. Yeah. I think.

Then we threaten
to fire his ass.

I'd be careful
there, Wags.

You would. You're a lawyer.
But I'm a ruffian.

I say we let him know:
it's not just Axe Capital,

but it's every shop
on the Street.

You'll be
dead man walking.

Might actually
harden his stance.

Well, we gotta
solve this somehow...

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Axe] He papered
the trade.

The Feds will be questioning
him. If they haven't already.

[Axe] And once he
goes on the record,

we're gonna be wrapped up in
a straitjacket on this thing.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

His unwillingness
to lie...

His sense of honor...
His great, big, sweet heart.

All these things that
seem like impediments.

[Wendy] We can use them.
I can use them.

How?

He likes me.

We all like you.

No. He likes me.

-Ahh.
-Ahh.

-That tracks.
-It could work.

Oldest trick
in the book.

Go to it.

♪ ominous music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

[door closes]

How do you
know it's okay?

You could be asking about
one of six things. Specify.

All of it. How do you know you
have the right to give advice,

to get into the motherboard
and move around the processors.

Wouldn't that render it
non-functional?

It's a visual representation
of the idea.

♪♪♪

I could say I've
trained for it.

But you're not asking
about my skill.

No. I'm asking about
your authority.

How you give
yourself permission?

Are you asking
about me or you?

We all do it. With our
assumptions and our own biases

and egos competing
with our desire to do good.

But to be frank,
I'm asking about you.

♪♪♪

As in all things,

I balance the issues
in question,

remember my oath,
proceed from there.

The doctor's oath.
Do no harm.

Three words.
And yet.

Almost impossible
to put into practice.

I need to know what
brought this on.

Mafee.

Axe was asking about him.
There are meetings going on.

I could see he
was in extremis.

Why?

Don't you know?

Why would I?

I assumed he'd talk to you.
Which made me feel good.

It did?

Yes.

Because I knew,
or felt I knew,

that you would only give
him the wisest counsel.

That which would be
in his best interests,

both professionally
and personally.

As you always
do for me...

Yes. Yes,
of course.

But he hasn't
come to me.

I wonder why that is?

I'm sure he has
his reasons.

But should he come to me,
that is exactly what I'll do.

Good. That's what
I expect you to do.

The right thing.

♪♪♪

[door closes]

[Connerty] I got
trading records.

They'll prove Wendy Rhoades
is a co-conspirator.

She was on the
Bad News Bears,

playing right alongside
her husband.

Bad News Bears
are the good guys.

Bad guys were the Yankees.
The rich kids.

I was going for
the team image.

Point is: She was in on
the securities fraud scheme.

And she did it with her
husband's help and guidance,

or at least his assent.
Now, their actions

further highlight
Axelrod's.

Bullshit. There is no way
that you can prove--

I have data placing her
in Chuck Rhoades's office,

after he'd heard about
the impending Ice Juice

disaster but before
she traded on the stock.

What kind of data?

Data...I'm in the process
of substantiating.

And I have records proving
she made the call ordering

an allocation
while she was standing

in the office of the US Attorney
for the Southern District.

That puts both
of them in it.

This is wrong,
it is criminal,

it is relevant to this case, and
I can prove every bit of it...

[Queens of the Stone Age's
"The Evil Has Landed"

plays over speakers]

[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

♪♪♪

Hi, Mafee.

Hey.

[door closes]

Nice place.

I had a roommate. But then
I started doing well,

so now he's gone...

-Right.
-♪ Going on a living spree ♪

♪ Plenty wanna come with me ♪

Do you want a drink
or a snack or something?

I'll have what
you're having.

♪ Near-life experience ♪

♪ Faces making noise ♪

Let's sit down.

♪ Say, be good girls and boys ♪

♪ It ain't half empty or full ♪

♪ You can break the glass
or drink it all ♪

♪ Dig it ♪
[sighs]

Oh, god,
here it comes.

I'm getting fired,
aren't I?

Why do you think that?

I knew it when you texted
about coming over.

They think I'm
not playing ball,

and they sent you
over here to pop me,

so there wasn't a scene
in the office...

That's not
why I'm here.

Wait, what?

I'm not here
to fire you.

So what's the
visit about?

You. Me.

The two of us.

-Us?
-The truth of us.

Which truth?

Well, there can only
be one truth. Right?

Absolutely.

♪ soft music ♪

You've never known me
to try to bend facts,

warp them to my needs in
order to benefit, to profit.

No, you're--you're
a straight shooter.

Which is why
it's so ironic

they'll be coming after
me for this trade.

You know I was acting
on what you said.

'Axe never gets a position
of this size wrong.'

You said that.

-I did?
-You did.

You may not remember it,
but I do. Clearly.

Because it was
my only direct trade.

I'd gone to see my husband
when I decided.

So it's ironic, but they're
gonna paint it to look like

I was engaging in some kind
of conspiracy, cheating--

No fucking way! That's--
that's not how it happened.

We know that.

♪♪♪

But it doesn't matter.

All you can say is
that I called you.

Because that's
the truth.

Your truth.

[sighs]

I'll tell them
my truth.

It'll be what
it'll be...

♪♪♪

That's terrible.

I could--

I don't know...

How bad could
it get for you?

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

No one else
at Axe Capital

would ask how it
would be for me.

♪♪♪

That's what makes you
so special, Dudley.

I know you prefer
your last name,

but can I
call you that?

♪♪♪

Now I have to go.

♪♪♪

You never answered me.

How bad?

♪♪♪

Really, really bad.

♪♪♪

[Connerty] ...What Wendy Rhoades
did, by shorting Ice Juice,

[Connerty] not only
destabilized a failing company

but benefited herself, and her
husband, Chuck Rhoades, too.

Which makes him
guilty twice over.

Care to speak to Ms. Rhoades's
part in this, Mr. Bach?

This is all far fetched,

it sounds like
science fiction to me.

You can
really prove this?

My team has pulled the
digital phone records that

will do so. We will have
hard copies and originals

by the time we get to trial.
As well as calling

the executing trader
as a witness.

♪ dramatic music ♪

Alright. That's persuasive.
Certainly worthy of a trial.

[DeGiulio] Let's go
back to the big room

[DeGiulio] and button
this motion up.

...This is why I love
being a judge--

you never know the direction
the day is going to turn.

Can you say that
from the bench?

Why not? So many people complain
about their lot in life,

why not celebrate it
every once in a while.

[DeGiulio] See, the thing is,

I was sure this case
was headed for dismissal.

[DeGiulio] You're not
supposed to admit

[DeGiulio] that you have
a feeling, but I did.

Now, though,
I have an opinion,

[DeGiulio] which is an
entirely different thing.

[DeGiulio] Judges are
most definitely supposed

to have opinions.
And mine is:

we're going to try this
case, in open court.

[spectators murmuring]

[DeGiulio] Let's set
a date for trial...

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[clears throat]

Mafee made the call
to Wendy.

He initiated.

I have something to say.

-I need you to hear it now.
-Alright.

[Connerty] Why would he say
that? Why would he do it?

[Terri] He said that he
has feelings for her,

and he saw a way to
make money for her,

-so he did it...
-That's bullshit--

Maybe, but I just got
the hard copies

from the cell phone company
backing up his statement...

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[DeGiulio] I am looking
at the week of--

Judge.
Judge DeGiulio.

[DeGiulio] When a man is
about to give you exactly what

you want, you don't interrupt
his train of thought.

Didn't they teach you that
when you were a line pros?

I have to, Your Honor. Based on
new information I just received,

I need to confer with my
superiors. I have to ask

for a recess before you
set a date for trial.

[spectators murmur]

Well, make it
a short one,

I already gave
you a week.

I want this settled
by end of day.

♪ mid-tempo music ♪

[spectators murmuring]

♪♪♪

I had to scramble
the jet up here for this.

No need for niceties.

Now let's run through it,

see how the hell we got here,
who walks and who doesn't...

-[sighs]
-[clears throat]

Yeah. Connerty,
the headline is:

you're going to have to fold
your hand against Axelrod.

That much is clear. Your case
just fell apart like a cheap bed

in a La Grange whorehouse.

Fuck...Excuse me.

Understandable utterance,
given the circumstances...

Now, Chuck, I don't know how
your wife got into the middle

of all this. But it's a damn
good thing your office isn't

prosecuting--otherwise
we'd be tossed for conflict,

gross misconduct.
You name it.

I agree. She did get
in it--innocently,

accidentally--but now
she's out of it.

[Jock] Yeah.
So it appears.

All right. Any way
we can take some scalps?

The correct answer to
that query better be

a resounding 'sir,
yes, fucking sir.'

What about this
lovestruck trader, Mafee?

He's clearly perjured
himself. And is guilty--

That's civil, young 'un.
SEC's problem now.

They'll hit him
with a big fine.

As of this moment,

we are no longer publicly
tangling with Axelrod anymore.

So Axelrod and his firm
get to walk?

We can re-file--

No. Let it die,
God damn it.

SEC again, they'll slap
'em with a big fine.

They'll take it. That way,
when they run us down

[Jock] for losing the case,
we can at least trumpet that.

We do have a guilty
party, General.

The doctor behind creating or at
least administrating the toxin.

Maybe not the initiator,
but a bad actor all the same.

I would like
to prosecute.

This doctor may
be a little grimy,

but he's no substitute for the
real defendants in this case.

Well, somebody's
gotta fry...

[sighs] I'll grant you
the latitude, Chuck,

to pursue a case
against this doctor.

Now, Mr. Connerty, as
the Axelrod matter is done,

you are free to go
back to the barn.

Go back to Southern?

[Jock] Yep.
That's the one.

Be good to have
you back, Bryan.

And great to
be back, Chuck.

[Jock] As you've got some
cleaning up to do in court,

you are excused.

I suggest you lead
with a sincere apology

to the good judge
for puking in his lap.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door opens]

♪♪♪

You nail this sawbones,
Chuck, quick and quiet.

You know I will,
General.

I'll certainly help
any way I can.

Will you now?

Well, isn't that
just fine...

Head on back to the
office, get started.

[sighs]

Not you, Mr. Dake...

♪♪♪

[door creaks]

♪♪♪

[chair legs scrape]

Your Honor. It pains
me to say this:

Since this morning, I've
learned I had misinformation.

[Connerty] I can
no longer prove that

[Connerty] which I told
you in conference.

The facts seem to state
that the trade was

initiated by
another party.

[DeGiulio] What can
you prove at trial?

Nothing on Mr. Axelrod
at this time.

The Eastern District--we're
dismissing the indictment.

[spectators gasping,
murmuring]

[DeGiulio] Quiet!
Quiet, quiet, quiet!

Quiet! See, this is
why life on the bench

is so gratifying, as I
was alluding to earlier.

Whipsawed this way and that.
Like a tetherball.

This will continue
to go round and round.

[Connerty] Even as
we withdraw, we will,

I will, continue
to investigate.

Because this sabotage
did happen.

The stock was
manipulated.

And we won't stop
until the right man

is brought to
justice for it.

[DeGiulio] Well, we'll need to
leave that out of the record...

But I look forward to
watching from the bleachers,

because we are done here.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[spectators murmuring]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[both laugh]

[door slams]

You know, at certain times,
I find myself coming back to

Butch Cassidy and
the Sundance Kid.

I prefer to read.

Oh. Not a film fan?
That's too bad...

As almost everyone else I know
did, I watched it over and over.

They used to run it
on the 4:30 Movie.

There they were at the end,
in Bolivia, wounded,

pinned down, but sure they
could shoot their way out

of a bad situation
as they always had...

The only problem was,
they had incomplete information.

They were unaware that the
whole of the Bolivian army

had massed outside.

But it was that
incomplete information

that allowed them to
run out, guns blazing,

into what?

Their noble deaths...

But you're
a medical man.

You, more than most,
know that this is a lie.

You know the
only nobility

is in living
another day.

And yet here you are,

holed up, the guns
all pointing at you,

and with
incomplete information.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

What is that
supposed to mean?

[Gilbert's Lawyer] Yes, you can
share what you have now

or force us to file
for discovery.

♪♪♪

I don't--
I don't understand...

[Chuck] We've recently
came into possession

[Chuck]
of your trading records.

Outlining your handsome
eleven million dollar profit

on the Ice Juice sabotage.

♪♪♪

What the fuck...?

[Victor] -What do you need?

[Axe] -An investor account
established,

showing a big short position
in Ice Juice.

But dated back
before it happened.

Shit. Sounds fun.
What's the name on this account?

Ari Gilbert, MD.

♪♪♪

Give me a moment.

Not a good idea--

Go...

[chair legs scrape, door opens]

[exhales sharply]

[door closes]

I see you've stacked
it all against me,

for some reason, even
though I'm not responsible.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I'm a cancer doctor.

I learned a long time ago
all sorts of folks go down.

All sorts live.

It never has anything to do
with who deserves which.

Do you allow yourself
to judge them?

No.

Do you find yourself
rooting for some.

And caring, a little less,
about certain others.

Yeah. That's
only natural.

But my treatment of them
does not change.

Except in one case.

♪♪♪

[Chuck] This kind man.

Donnie Caan.

And whether you convinced
yourself that the payoff

you took and devoted
to research in order

to save others was
worth letting him die,

you know that
this is the moment

you deserve to face.

And this is the place
you deserve to be.

♪♪♪

That's what this is all
about--not some slide,

not some role you played,
not some money--but justice.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[sighs] You're right.

I did it.
I-I let Donnie die.

He was a terminal case.
I withheld treatment.

To fund my research.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[cries]

I believe you.

And I find myself
rooting for you.

But we both know
you belong in jail.

Five years.

No trial.
Just a plea.

I wouldn't even need to
claw back that money,

which is in your name and,
I assure you, quite real.

♪♪♪

I can get your lawyer back
in here and make it official.

♪♪♪

Mm-hmm.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Dr. Gilbert] I-I-I
asked you how you

would plant
the slide on Axe.

But how did you
plant it on me?

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[device beeping,
lock disengages]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

No, Doc.

The guilt must be doing
things to your memory.

You had it
the whole time...

[door opens]

[door closes]

♪ soft music ♪

Since you all managed not
to shoot anybody on my raid,

I'm buying.
[laughter]

And my credit card can
take a lot of punishment,

so get your drink on.
Old Fashioned for me.

And whatever these
animals are having.

-All right!
-All right!

Planning to
drink it away?

-'Cause it doesn't work.
-What's that?

Your bleeding conscience
over taking down Dr. Gilbert.

Don't worry about my conscience,
it's all stitched up.

-You cool here, Kate?
-Yes. I am.

Unless you're going to swing
on me like some Irish punk?

Not gonna do that.
Over there.

[indistinct conversations]

You're embarrassing yourself,
in front of agents that I work

with, and who you work with,
and will again.

I'm not the one
should be embarrassed.

I guess Lugo was
just a warm up.

It's like eating
those potato chips.

Once you get going
prosecuting people

who don't deserve it,
it gets hard to stop.

There's no linkage
between those two cases.

Just one thing:
Lugo is innocent.

And you know
Gilbert is too.

Oh, he's far from innocent.
You should know that.

And you need to stop worrying
about shit like that and more

about how to make
your own cases stick.

[rock music plays
over speakers]

I used to admire
your political fluidity.

I thought it
was sophistication.

Now I realize you're
just completely bankrupt.

♪♪♪

And I used to admire your
dogged sense of what's right.

Now I see it's just
plodding ignorance.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

-There she is.
-Kate!

[indistinct shouting]

Bottoms the fuck up.

-Cheers!
-All right!

-[Agent] Damn. You did it.
-Cheers.

So here's
where we're at.

We can wrap up the civil
charges against Axe Capital

with a no-admit-no-deny
settlement and agree

to a penalty
of 390 million.

Or I can go back and
try to chip them down--

Nope. Done deal.

Thought so...And they're
whacking Mafee with

a Tier 3 penalty--for
fraud, reckless disregard

of regulatory requirement.

The fine is 181,000.

[door closes]

♪ soft music ♪

♪♪♪

First check
for 390 large

to the SEC.

Other one for

181K to Mafee.

♪♪♪

For 'expenses.'

[Helena] You got it.

Technically you gotta
pay the fine yourself.

Thanks, Axe.

Don't thank me yet.
You got the other thing?

Thanks, Helena.

[door opens]

Mafee, this is for you.

For stepping up.

For being the kind of rock
that great companies

are built upon.

One million
straight in crypto.

In cold storage.

Pagando blackjack!

♪♪♪

Thank you, Mafee.

Of course.
Thanks again, Axe.

[handshake claps]

♪♪♪

[door opens]

You'd think a stick
would make him smile.

Give me a stick, I'll
dance like a Cossack.

[chuckles]

[horns honking]

♪ dramatic music ♪

He fired you.

It's a setback, Oliver.
Not a defeat.

For you it's
a total victory.

Annihilation of
the enemy.

And all in the vicinity,
including me.

That's an unfair
frame of the events.

I was fodder. Don't try
to tell me different.

I knew it, too,
along the way.

But that's the thing: once
you're inside the cannon,

there's only
one way out.

Oliver. You took
some clean cuts.

It could have
all broken right.

And it will next time.

You'll be back.

♪ soft music ♪

♪♪♪

[The Ronettes'
"Baby, I Love You"]

Hey, Mafee.

-♪ Whoa, oh ♪
-Hey.

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh ♪

I wanted to thank you.

-♪ Have I ever told you ♪
-For what you did.

For who you are...

Which is: my hero.

♪ How good it feels
to hold you? ♪

♪ It isn't easy to explain ♪

And I want
you to know

that this is
strictly platonic...

♪ Oh, I'm so glad
I found you ♪

♪ I want my arms around you ♪

♪ I love to hear you
call my name ♪

♪ Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪♪♪

Open it.

You know the
joke, right?

If you find yourself
on a golf course

in the middle of
a lightning storm,

grab hold of a one iron,
and it'll keep you safe,

because not even God
can hit a one iron.

[chuckles]

Now, this is the one
that Hogan used on 18

at the Open in 1950 to get
himself into the playoff.

Sixteen months after
the car accident

that most said
would end his career.

The Miracle at Merion.

Hogan won that event.

Put the accident
behind him.

That he did.

As we have, Dad.

Those perjury charges against
you will not be filed.

This club
is a memento

to recognize
the impossible.

♪ soft music ♪

And you? Are you
out of danger, too.

That I am.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

...Hogan did win again.

And his swing
looked the same.

But...no doubt

something changed.

He had to feel
beat up, older,

like the wins
cost much more.

That how you feel?

I feel as old as you.

Yeah. I can see it
in your eyes.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

After a win like this,
I like to grab the wife,

roll out to Mohegan Sun,

start with a couples'
massage

then party
like it's 1999.

Orrin, I would say
that's TMI...

if I didn't love it
so damn much.

[chuckles]

What are you going
to do to celebrate?

Oh. Something quiet.

You?

Same.

[elevator bell dings]

I really wanted to put on
a show for you tonight.

[sighs]

It felt like
we should...

♪ soft music ♪

[sighs] ...But I just
don't have it in me.

♪♪♪

Well...

[exhales heavily]
You know what, Wend.

[sighs]

I don't either.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[Vince Staples' "Street Punks"
plays over speakers]

♪♪♪

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct conversations]

♪ I ain't worried about
the police ♪

♪ I ain't worried about
these little niggas ♪

♪ Talking about they hold heat ♪

♪ I ain't stressing
going broke ♪

♪ I don't never leave them
residences alone ♪

♪ Keep it on me ♪

♪ I'm the nigga that you quote ♪

♪ I'm the only conversation if
you speaking up on Long Beach ♪

♪ Where the cash at,
where the cash at? ♪

Enjoy, my dauphin,
you earned it...

♪ Where ya pass at,
where ya stash at? ♪

♪ Bend my last rack
doing head at ♪

♪ Why? 'Cause you
a muthafuckin' street punk ♪

♪ I don't know
if ya heard of me ♪

♪ But you heard them shots ♪

♪ On the block,
it's a murder scene ♪

♪ Go on call the cops,
open heart, durin' surgery ♪

♪ Now his breathing stopped ♪

♪ Stupid niggas should
have knew we tripping ♪

♪ Now we in the box,
Winchester's ♪

♪ Hundred in the box,
Smith Wesson ♪

♪ Stuff it to the top
and we coming to your spot ♪

♪ Knocking on the door,
askin' where he at ♪

♪ Playin' games, then we kick
it down, everybody flat ♪

♪ On the ground,
kids get kidnapped ♪

♪ Go and ask 'bout it ♪

♪ You know how we
rock it, nigga ♪

♪ You know who we wackin' now ♪

♪ You ain't never
caught a body ♪

♪ Know it 'cause you
talkin' 'bout it ♪

♪ Catch me off a court
and outta ♪

♪ You a muthafuckin'
street punk ♪

♪ You a street punk ♪

♪ You a muthafuckin'
street punk ♪

♪ No one know about you ♪

♪ You a street punk ♪

♪ You a muthafuckin'
street punk ♪

♪ This'll blow up at you ♪

♪ Where the cash at,
where the cash at? ♪

♪ Where ya pass at,
where ya stash at? ♪

♪ Bend my last rack
doing head at ♪

♪ Why? 'Cause you a
muthafuckin' street punk ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪