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[Jock] Previously
on Billions...

[DeGiulio] There are
few days such as this.

It's a true day of reckoning.

Your Honor. It pains
me to say this:

We're dismissing
the indictment.

[spectators gasping, murmuring]

[cheers and applause]

[Axe] Clear the board.

All new positions
will be run through me.

Frag the quant
experiment, too.

We're doing
a massive cap raise.

And quickly.
Twenty bill within six months.

Something special.
It's for you.

This is un-fucking-believable.

You did a lot of good work
under tough conditions.

Like my quant project,
for instance.

I'd really like to
keep them on until--

Broom them,
like I told you.

I want my own book.

A billion dollars.
To manage, unencumbered.

[Connerty] There was no way
to charge the kid with murder.

Body of a prison guard
would indicate otherwise.

This guard went beast.

Orbital ridge fracture,
teeth, internal bleeding.

José Lugo is
the kind of person

we are here to protect.

[Jock] José Lugo.

Killed a federal prison guard
when his back was turned.

Are you picking my cases
for me, General?

Giving you
continued guidance

on the types of matters
we are interested

in seeing brought to justice
under the current regime.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[cow moos]

[Bottle Rockets' Wave That Flag]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Glad you could make it down
and spend this time.

As am I, General...

Do we really need
to do this?

Motherfucker's been
picking off my calves.

Coyote's just doing

what evolution programmed
him to do, sir.

As am I, Chuck.

[sighs]

[taps roof]

♪ Look, here comes
another one ♪

See him out there?

I do.

♪ That good ol' boy's waving
the stars & bars ♪

♪ It's a red, white,
and blue flag ♪

Come on.

♪ Wave that flag, Hoss,
wave it high ♪

♪ Do you know what it means?
Do you know-- ♪

[gunshot, coyote yelps]

[cows mooing]

I'll admit to surprise
that you can shoot that well.

My father taught me:
once you have the animal

in your sights,
breathe easy and let fly.

That training
should serve us both well.

José Lugo trial's starts
in the coming week.

Now see to it
he gets the same treatment

as this predator did.

♪ Wave that flag, Hoss,
wave it high ♪

♪ Do you know what it means?
Do you know why? ♪

♪ Maybe being a Rebel
ain't no big deal ♪

♪ But if somebody owned
your ass, how would you feel? ♪

[Russian accent] Once
I lived in a palace.

Right in
Khamovniki district.

I admire any man
who earns a castle.

But it is harder
to keep one.

I should have
met you then,

when your words
might have helped.

Instead of
fortifying myself,

I swam in my pool--
Olympic sized.

Every day.

I'm not such a good
swimmer no more.

Tell him why.

I used to ship
barrels of oil

for Grigor Andolov.

No one shipped faster
or skimmed less.

Then Grigor
got out of jail.

He done some reading
in jail, he said.

And now what he wanted was
as old as Marx himself,

seize means of
production and shipping.

He might've
misunderstood that part.

He understood everything.
Believe me.

He offered to buy me out--
for nothing.

You said no.

If I'd said no,
I'd be dead.

I said yes.
But too slowly.

Also I ran too slowly.

Cost you the wing.

He took my business.

And now, instead of
Olympic pool--

Ah, selling hot dogs is
a classic New York trade.

I have coffee cart.
On a shit corner.

I dream to afford
a hot dog cart one day.

[Axe] Your dream
just came true.

Dream bigger next time.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[Hall] Grigor Andolov
presents rare problems.

He's a sovereign nation.

Insulated and protected

in a way that makes him
impossible to counter.

Also, ruthless.

Yeah. I got that
from the part

about the guy getting
his arm ripped off.

And now you know
the risks.

And it's your choice.
As in all things.

But just so you
hear it directly:

if you take his money,
I may not be able to cover you.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[siren wailing in distance]

[exhales sharply]

You could have come in.

No, thanks.

This is already
too close for my comfort.

How'd it go?

I'm conflicted.

Good.

You know I need
to relaunch.

You're looking for
an icebreaker--first money in.

Gets the party started.

Entices other investors,
all that. But.

Grigor Andolov is
as liquid as they come.

Doesn't answer to anyone.
Does what he fucking pleases--

That's the part
that has me--

Hiding in the car?

Waiting.

Waiting in the car,
Big Kahuna.

What did Hall say?

Oh. That he's got
this, no problem.

Oh, boy...

Yeah.

[inhales sharply]

Let's pass for now.

Set me up with your guy
at Spartan-Ives.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[engine starts]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Sometimes, when I look
at you, Kate,

I feel like
I hired my own twin.

Maybe if you shaved
the goatee

I'd see the resemblance
more clearly.

Or maybe I'll grow one.

You hate
that you have to go

and make this prosecution
against José Lugo.

And yet here you sit,
preparing, for what,

the last forty-eight hours
without even going home?

I showered. Changed.

Sure. Here,
in the bathroom.

And yet, I imagine
you're hoping the defense

is putting in
as many hours--

Honestly, Chuck, I hope
that they're putting in more

and better man hours
than I am.

I'm going to wage
a vigorous argument.

I will use all
at my disposal to win.

This is the first time
in my career

where I will be walking into
a courtroom hoping I lose.

Because whatever I say
in there will not be true:

♪ dramatic music ♪

Lugo killed that guard
in self-defense.

♪♪♪

Got that out
of your system?

Good. Now go win.

But use the death penalty
as leverage.

Deliver a soaring,
sobering opening...

and then extract a plea.

Thirty to life?

No.

Twenty years.

♪♪♪

Thank you...

[pen drops]

What about the General?

I'll think of something

to convince him
we're still under heel.

♪♪♪

[motor whirring,
indistinct shouting]

I'll find her
a good home.

Keys, title--I think
that's everything.

So, why didn't
you like the car?

I loved it.

[horns honking]

[sighs]

At some point, smart guns
have to come into use.

Because they'll eliminate
gun grabs against police.

It'll be a ten-bagger
down the road.

Can you still
say "idiot"?

Or do they dock your pay
for being insensitive?

[Everett] Can you still
say "troglodyte"?

Or do they fire you
for telling the goddamned truth?

[Mafee] Why don't you
take Axe a play

that won't come through
for five years?

I'll take you to the milliner
to get you fitted

[Mafee] for your dunce cap.

[Bonnie] "Hat maker"
for those of you

who don't get Word Of The Day
email alerts.

I knew it
before the email hit.

I literally just saw you look
down, smile, and then speak.

Why you watching me
that close?

I watch everything
that close.

That's why
I don't miss shit.

And why Axe
brought me in here.

[Bonnie] Once the market
opens for the day,

[Bonnie] all my attention
will go there

and then you can
rest a little easy.

[telephone ringing]

Where's my fucking
lucky dollar?

Unless you want to wheel
through the rest of your lives

like Teddy Fucking Pendergrass,
you will tell me where it is.

Where what is?

New Girl!

♪ dramatic music ♪

This your idea of making
a name for yourself?

My name is Bonnie--

What the fuck does that have
to do with my lucky dollar.

I've never seen it.

I thought
you saw everything.

I can't even lay eyes
on his station from down here.

Oh, you've seen it.
Everyone's seen it.

And everyone knows I won
a huge liar's poker game

[Dollar Bill] with it
against Carl Icahn.

It's brought me luck
ever since.

[chuckles]

Give me your purse.

No.

Hey, you take one more
step towards me,

and I will fuck you up.

[laughter]

-Give me your purse.
-No, I don't want to--

-Give me your purse.
-I don't want to!

[Mafee scoffs]

Is that
a Lisa Ann Fleshlight?

-I don't know--
-Ew!

Yes, they're
gag gifts,

[Rudy] I'm going to
a bachelor party tonight.

Whoever took my dollar,
give it the fuck back

because I will find you!

All right, Liam Neeson.

[telephone ringing]

[Barkow] Gentlemen,

what goods or services can
I and Spartan-Ives provide?

For years, as our prime,
you've touted your connections

and offered
capital introductions.

And we've accepted
and said thanks,

[Wags] but really...

We didn't need you
to generate those leads.

[Wags] And so now is
your moment to shine

like a pasty on
the nipple of Lili St. Cyr

in the bright lights
of the Florentine Gardens.

You want us to
provide cap intro.

Got it. Absolutely.

What range were
you thinking?

Twenty billion.

And the timing? How soon
do you want the money?

Oh. The year 2112.

We'll do the raise
as a celebration

of Rush's 2nd best album.

[Axe] That's why
we got you in here today.

You mean Moving Pictures
is number one.

But I think it goes Hemispheres
then A Farewell To Kings

then 2112 then Pictures.

Well, you would.

But the point is:
I want the fucking money now.

Look, you want an unprecedented
raise in record time.

And first money
post-indictment precludes

institutional investors--

So how are you going to help me
get the first ten stacks?

You do a full rehab tour.

Next idea.

Sell a piece of the fund.

That's for people who believe
they've already top ticked

and are looking
to cash in.

I haven't.

Look, you got to give me
a little bit of time.

I mean, I'll generate
ideas. I promise.

How's this?
Generate some money.

Then you can pay
someone for an idea.

We need momentum. Lift.
We need the icebreaker now.

We need
Grigor Andolov.

Fuck.

Guy is a Siberian
brown bear.

He'd as soon rip our faces off
as give us his money.

Don't go
full Grizzly Man.

Treadwell was reckless.

Forgot he was dealing
with a wild animal.

Thought they were friends.

I won't...

When I was trading
only my own money

because the government
had me handcuffed,

that was one thing--
it was a necessity.

Still doing it now,
when the cuffs are off...

It's admitting irrelevance.

And I will not do that.

Fucking ever.

♪ dramatic music ♪

[indistinct shouting]

[hockey puck thuds]

[whistle blows]

[shouting continues]

[groans]

[whistle blows]

Nice hit.

[Russian accent] I'm deciding
whether or not to buy this team.

They let me play.
They're good boys.

My skills are
not like theirs

but I make up for it
with aggression.

In my experience, that quality
makes all the difference.

In school, in bars,
in the market,

in prison...

I was in.
Now I'm out.

I don't think about it.

Unless it's brought up.

Ah. If you say so.

I don't think about my fight
with my government either.

If you say so.

Look at us,
couple of tough guys.

World beaters.

Yet, investors
will have questions.

How will you explain
your troubles?

Victim of class warfare.

I win too much,
game must be rigged.

I have heard it said
that every life is like

a body of water

with the equal amount
of salt added.

The key to enduring it,

is to expand your body,

to make your body
so vast inside--

that you don't even
notice the salt.

I say, who the fuck
has time for that?

I just decided
to like the salt.

However you
get there, right?

Survival, in
this world, is all.

Well, I know that better than
anyone else on Wall Street...

Look. [clears throat]

Why don't you cancel
all your other meetings

around town with
these candy-asses...

Maybe I like to
hear their strategies,

to see what I could steal.

Maybe I'm not convinced
you've got your edge back.

Or maybe I am,
and I just want to see

you work a little bit
harder for it.

No one works
harder than me.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Good.

Our lieutenants
should meet.

[whistle blows]

Pick through
the grains of rice--

strategies, numbers.

How we make ourselves
richer. Stronger.

Thick with power, like
Vasily Alekseyev himself.

Yes?

♪♪♪

Yes.

[whistle blows, sticks clack]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door closes]

Heard you sold
the Maserati.

I really hope you're not
having me followed again.

No. I heard
from the car guy.

Without the drive to Westport,
it didn't make sense.

You can't
ferry the kids in it.

You can't open it up
on Henry Street.

I hope you're not insulted.

No. I don't give a fuck
what you do with your things.

But it was a great car.

I thought you deserved
a great car is all.

[door opens]

[Russian accent] Mr. Andolov
doesn't test waters,

he parts them.

That's what
I wanted to hear.

Because I propose
to use this money

to launch an entirely
new strategy:

Axe Cap's first foray
into impact investing.

Socially conscious ownership.

[scoffs]

You mean you would be leaving
so-called vice investments

out of the portfolio.

No alcohol, no tobacco--

That's the version
you read about at Harvard.

But the current wave,
which we would better,

isn't zero negative impact.

It's positive impact.

ESG. Environmental, social,
and government investments.

You pitched enviro
to a fucking oil oligarch?

You told me
to take the meeting.

I pitched the strategy
I thought best.

You tanked the meeting.

You pitched an idea you knew
they would find repulsive.

You don't want Grigor Andolov's
money on board.

Yes. You're right.

I think international criminals
are unstable bedrock

for a cap raise.

You don't think taking
his money was at least

worth a discussion?

There was a discussion.

♪ dramatic music ♪

I see.

♪♪♪

...The facts will show
that with premeditation

he melted, sharpened,
and stashed a homemade knife,

what prisoners call a 'shiv,'
and in a cowardly--

[Chuck] If you had been
forced to prosecute,

could you have?

♪ dramatic music ♪

Honestly, I don't know
that I have it in me.

♪♪♪

[indistinct talking]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

What happened?

♪♪♪

[Sacker] Sign this.

We need to withdraw
the charges against José Lugo.

"A death nolle"?

Oh, motherfucker.

[sighs] What was it--

Died on his way to court.

Guards are saying he tried
to make a run for it,

they tried to subdue him,

and he died from
the injuries in the van.

His hands were chained,

and yet they felt compelled
to subdue him

'til they severed
his spinal cord.

♪ dramatic music ♪

When that report comes back,
don't read it.

Don't look at the pictures.
I'll take that weight.

No. I want to read it.

I want to know if anybody is
prepared to do the right thing.

Yeah. Sometimes death in
custodies can be complicated.

Sometimes a man is
just fucking executed.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Charges are dropped,

and Lugo received
the death penalty.

Guess everybody
got what they wanted.

You feel like
an unwitting accomplice.

-Don't you?
-No. Not quite.

'Cause we're going to get
those fucking guards.

[Chuck sighs]

This shit's not supposed
to happen. Not anywhere.

But especially not here.

Not in my jurisdiction.

Isn't it all
Jock's jurisdiction now?

His bloodlust
was satisfied...

♪♪♪

now it's time for mine.

♪♪♪

What do you do
when Axe is wrong?

He's never wrong.

-But what about when--
-Never wrong.

But what about
when he is?

Let's take this
conversation off-campus.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

So, is that some piss
running down your leg?

I know you didn't like the
strategy we pitched your guy.

Pitching potato-powered cars
and all that--

fucking with
my lieutenant.

With me.

[billiard balls clack]

Not so.

Then you're scared.

You don't want
to do business with me.

I wouldn't have invited you
here if that were the case.

No?

You don't want
to insult me personally.

So you invite me over
for the 'save meeting'

in the hopes that I will
end the conversation myself.

So. Now. Answer:

Is that some piss
running down your leg?

[ball clacks loudly]

Fear isn't in this.

In me.

I think you see that.

Why do you say that?

Because you invite me
over to the house

where your children sleep?

And this makes you tall
and tough and proud?

I'm a fucking businessman.

And a real sweetheart.

I'm Casper
the Friendly Ghost.

Yeah. So am I.

And if you mention my kids
like that again

you'll find out
just how fucking friendly.

That was fun!
And exciting.

You know, I heard
a story about an oligarch--

maybe you know him,

maybe you can tell me
if it's true.

He liked to hunt.

But his idea of hunting
[cork pops]

was to hunker down
in a heated cabin.

He had people
do the real work.

They tracked the game,
corralled it, gored it,

and led it
to a well lit area.

And our guy, from the safety
of his toasty perch,

slid open the glass,
took aim with his sniper rifle,

and delivered
the kill shot.

Now, I know men who would
say that's not sporting,

and others who would say
'however you get there, right?'

♪ suspenseful music ♪

I would say it wasn't me.

♪♪♪

Wasn't real Russian either.

♪♪♪

Why go through
the charade?

If you want to kill
the meat, kill the meat.

If you only want
to eat the meat,

get someone else
to do the killing.

Makes sense to me.

[cork pops]

[liquid pours]

But I do my own.

♪♪♪

And I'm not afraid
of the wet work either.

In fact, I'll be
your personal craft butcher.

I respect this.

So, now that you know
I want your money,

are you coming
on board or not?

I didn't survive my cell,
and get here,

to catch a hunter's bullet
meant for you.

♪♪♪

Well, I guess we know now
whose pants are soaking.

No one's shooting
at me anymore.

And as for the government,
I am hooked up on high.

How high?

Oh. You want a show
of trust? I can do that.

No.

I can compel trust.

I want a show of influence.

So I'll do that thing, too.

[mid-tempo music
plays on car radio]

♪♪♪

[crickets chirping]

[dog barks]

[Wags] What do you see?

[Taylor] A needlessly large,

uncomfortably garish
Greek Revival.

[Wags] Nope.

A monument to how
never wrong Axe is.

This is my house.

[Wags] I'm still paying for it.
But I do not live in it.

Before I married
the mistress of the manor,

Axe told me not
to go through with it.

Who actually does that?

Who has the foresight,
the confidence,

the sheer loyalty
to say: she sucks.

And you thought
he was wrong.

I liked the way she danced.

Not in some club, with a DJ.
But all the time.

Like, in a store,

or in a restaurant,
waiting for a table.

[Wags] Suddenly,
she'd be bopping along.

[Wags] I'd sneak out
my phone and film her,

[Wags] then I'd send it to
my friends, so they could see

[Wags] just how
special she was.

When she'd turn around
and catch me,

she had a flash of rage.

♪♪♪

Turned me on in a way
that is hard to describe.

♪♪♪

Sometimes, I'd take her
right in the bathroom.

[Wags] Couldn't even wait.

What I didn't know, but Axe did,
is that the dancing ends.

And the flash of rage turns into
long, endless nights of it.

I see.

You think Axe is wrong

because you don't
understand his moves.

And you don't understand them
because they're emotional.

And he's emotional because
he's fighting for his life.

[Wags] That's what
this raise is.

[Wags] The fact that you can't
fully understand that

[Wags] doesn't mean
he's wrong.

[Wags] It just means

you haven't gone

beyond your own limits.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[billiard balls clack]

Ketel One and soda.

His next one's on me.

We're not
gonna do that.

But I understand
why you need one.

Heard what happened
with Lugo.

Rough.

Please don't do
that holy Connerty thing.

I wouldn't.
Not right now anyway.

[liquid pouring]

Wasn't my idea
to charge him.

The fact that I was
prosecuting him when he died...

Hurts.

Hence, the Novocaine.
I get it. Believe me.

So have one with me.

[mid-tempo music
playing on jukebox]

Excuse me.

Uh--

♪♪♪

Her drink's on me.

Where are you going?

Early meeting.

Job interview.

Not corporate
or you'd be blotto by now.

And I would say that
I'm surprised you haven't

already landed
another government job,

but then again, I saw
the beating you took.

I know you did.
Looked like you enjoyed it.

What person with
security clearance

is still returning
your calls?

Got it.

[sighs]

Whatever you're
looking for,

absolution, an asskicking
or an apology,

I'm not going to
give it to you.

Enjoy your drink, Kate.

[glasses clink]

[remote clicks, motor whirs]

[cellphone vibrates]

[cellphone vibrates]

Bobby baby.

[Axe] Todd,

I need a favor.

You know me:
Glad as always

to oblige my friends
and neighbors.

Yeah. There's
a third party involved.

Not gonna say his name.

You still there?

I'm just calculating
the appropriate tax...

Ah, I got it.

There's actually
something I need to get,

but I don't
quite know how.

Person, place or thing?

Well, it's a present.

But not for me...

[Krakow] It's for
my son, Stevie.

[Axe] You know I wouldn't ask
if it wasn't important.

So, this kid is
a good friend's kid?

You know, to be honest,
he's not that good a friend.

And he's probably
not even a good kid.

But his father wants
to support

the Kevin Durant
Charitable Foundation.

To the tune of 50K...

So, if it's worth 50K, it's
gotta be worth a 100, right?

We do some really, really
good things, Axe.

[chuckles]

All right. Done.

His name's Stevie.

Stevie, this is KD.

Happy Bar Mitzvah,
my man...Enjoy.

[horns honking]

[telephone ringing]

Bryan Connerty, meet the head
of the New York office.

Assistant Director
Frances Lynch.

-Hi.
-In case you didn't know,

Agent McCue vouching for you
is the only reason

I'm considering you
for the Special Counsel job.

So don't fuck it up,

sorry, Director.

I'm used to it
from you, McCue.

[whispering] Don't
fuck it up.

Your application didn't have
a rec from the US Attorney,

despite your rep for being
a hell of a lawyer.

Must be a story there.

[chuckles lightly]

You ever see
the movie Pi?

Is that the story
of why Chuck Rhoades

gave you a public flogging?

[clicks tongue] Figured
you knew about that...

No, it's about
a mathematician.

A numbers theorist really.

3.14 pi.

-Right.
-Mm-hmm.

This guy programs
his computer all special,

and it spits out
a crazy long number

that might be
the key to everything.

The stock market, religion,
his fucking life.

In trying to understand it,
he passes out,

and when he wakes up...
it's become a part of him.

He can see all the patterns,
all the answers.

Only, he has these
crippling headaches.

The burden
of divine revelation.

The knowledge
is killing him.

So you know
what he does?

Puts a power drill right into
his cerebral cortex?

You've seen the movie.

[Lynch] I have.
And at the end of it,

he's sitting on
a park bench, serene,

happy to be freed from
knowing too damned much.

Is that you now?

In a way.

[Connerty] You can interpret
that movie straight up.

But there's a bunch
of little things in there

that suggest something
else is going on.

He never found the perfect
number that explains it all.

He just wanted it so bad

that he drove
himself crazy.

So you want me to know
that you know you were wrong.

[Lynch] And that
you can almost admit it.

And you can break down
a dense, twisty movie.

I don't advertise those
as prereqs for the job,

but I do value them.

Terri prepped you well.

She did.

[Lynch] Okay,
I'll try you out.

[Lynch] But don't think
that the FBI

is gonna be
your peaceful park bench.

I am having a hard time
seeing what you are seeing.

Perhaps there are real forms

behind the shadows
on the cave wall--

But you can't take that
on blind faith.

It's not that I haven't seen you
turn common metals into gold.

But until I understand
the process--

You can't take it
on blind faith.

I am bad with ignoring data...
and with blind faith.

I get it.

If it helps, Dylan said it
first and best:

"he not busy being born"--

"Is busy dying."

[Axe] Yeah.

So I'm choosing the former.

Are you sure
that's what this is?

I'm not ignoring
the downside.

But I can't let it
override my need.

Axe Capital's need.

[Axe] I've just learned
that if I can see the downside,

[Axe] I can avoid it.

My eyes are wide open,
both the ones I got in my head

and the ones
I'm paying you for.

Yes.

So prepare to present
to Grigor's guy a strategy

that is not an environmentally
friendly "fuck you."

And keep those eyes open.

[up-tempo music
plays on speakers]

[Axe] Big pearls.

If I didn't know any better,
I'd think it was Beluga.

[Grigor] How can
it be Beluga

when Beluga is illegal
in this country?

Of course.

Next time, I'll fly in
some pangolin.

I've arranged for my own exotic
delicacy tonight, as well.

You do recognize
the Secretary of the Treasury?

♪♪♪

We've toasted.

So what?

I've raised glasses
with movie stars, presidents,

nuclear physicists.

Doesn't mean we're all
on our way to the same orgy.

Sometimes, sure.
But how can I know?

Agreed.

A toast does not
mean that--

Sorry if
you're disappointed

that I wasn't satisfied
with your parlor trick.

Do I look disappointed?

Come on.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door closes]

I understand you two were
previously acquainted.

From the party on your boat,
in St. Barth's.

Well, the boat that
follows the first boat.

You should know better than
to go on a Russian's boat.

Grigor showed me
where the cameras were,

and then he
turned them off.

But at present,

even though we have
enjoyed that time together,

I've been unable
to reach you still.

[Grigor] Exactly
at the moment

where you might have
been able to

provide me with some
extremely useful information.

I could lie to you and tell you
I didn't get the message,

but the truth is:
it's by design.

I can't "interact" now.

I have to fly above reproach,
like one of those

American Gladiator people
on the SkyTrack.

Your so-called gladiators
would be slaughtered

by a third grade choir
back home.

That's probably true.

But I still can't
connect with you.

Yet here you are.

Axe called.

Oh. So he still
has your number.

On moy brot.

I would like your number
now, Mr. Secretary.

No.

Don't put him in a position
to have to refuse you

or to give in to you.

He can't talk to you.
It would compromise him.

It's not a great time
to be backchanneling

with the Russians right now.

You'd own him. He'd lose
the gig. You'd have nothing.

So you go through me.
Or don't go at all.

[laughs]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

So, this is the moment

you lead with
your chest finally?

And in front
of another man.

Then fuck you.

No, fuck you.

Like Todd said:
he is my brother.

Were you my brother, I would
protect you in the same way.

If that doesn't work, I don't
want your fucking money.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Draw up the papers.

I will come in
tomorrow to sign.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

You ever done
Math Meet Up?

-Is that what this is?
-Yeah.

It's a chance
for like minded users

of open-source programming
language R

and data analysis tools like
Python, Julia, C++, and Stan,

to get together
and exchange ideas.

It sounds stimulating.

It is.

Look, I was
really glad you called.

Since that interview
I've looked inward

and questioned everything
about who I am.

And what I saw in there
was not pretty.

Listen. The reason I'm here
is that despite your demeanor,

your skills are superior.

And I'd be willing to give you
another chance at that project

if you promise
not to backslide.

Well, I promise to try.

But as far as successfully
not being a dick,

I can't absolutely
guarantee it,

like I can my coding.

There you go,
doing it again.

Damnit. Sorry.

Report to this address.

[elevator bell dings]

[telephone ringing,
indistinct conversations]

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

Very fucking funny.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Ben.

What?

C'mon.

Bill?

Cut the shit with this.

Just give it back.

I'm kind of flattered you think
I might have thieves' blood,

-but--
-No, no.

You didn't do it
as a prank. It's deeper.

I know how your people
are. Superstitious.

You just wanted a hit
of that sweet, sweet luck.

That's...no, we're not
all...the same--

It's not Ben Kim.

I remember your story.

Icahn called bullshit
on your six fours.

And you backed 'em up.

[Dollar Bill] -Right.
-To my people, four is bad luck.

It means death.

So you ARE
all the same!

Bill, say it again,

we are going to
have a problem.

[laughter, light applause]

Nicely fucking done,
Ben Kim!

It was him.

[clank]

How did you know?

Yeah. How did you know?

He's having another singularly
unimpressive quarter.

About to finish
dead last. Again.

[Wendy] You didn't actually
think you'd get some luck

to rub off on you
by swiping that dollar...

You thought you'd knock
Bill off his game.

Take some of the heat
off yourself.

[Wags] Isn't that
right, son?

I'm sorry.

I was desperate.
I love this place so much.

What could I do?

How big is
your tiny carve out?

Twenty million.

Nope. It's ten now.

The other ten just went
to Dollar Bill.

[Wags] You better get
your head out of your ass

and your returns
out of the shitter

or you will be gone
come next quarter.

Yes. Of course.
Thank you.

And I don't wanna look
at this guy for awhile.

[Wags] Yes.

Rudy, in this game
of skin the snake,

you've just
become the whip.

Move to the end
of the desk.

Change spots with Bonnie.

[breathes deeply]

[kisses dollar]

[chuckles]

Well, Chuck,

[Jock] sent your advance team
to soften me up?

That is what
I seem to have done.

[Jock] She's lovely.

[Jock] Reminds me of
a girl I grew up with.

We used to play as kids.

In fact, we bagged
a javelina together once.

[chuckles] Such
innocent times.

Yes, indeed.

What's the topic
of conversation?

Retribution.

Oh. I hope not
for the javelinas.

Nah. Ms. Sacker here was
sounding out my feelings

on the Code of Hammurabi,
the Old Testament...

Lex talionis.

Wound for wound,
stripe for stripe.

[Jock] Yeah. All that
wonderful stuff.

I take it that is the brand of
justice you support, General.

Well, you saw what
happened to that coyote.

It better be the brand
of justice y'all support

if you want to keep
bearing my standard.

We do, and it is.

And that is why those
guards must be punished.

Thought that might be
where this was leading.

They murdered that young man.
And you said it yourself:

blood must be
answered for with blood.

It's traditional.
It's biblical. And it's just.

I like the way
y'all are thinking, I do,

but you might want to brush up
on your ancient Babylonian.

Old Hammurabi, he had
different penalties

for killing a property owner,
freeman, slave.

[Jock] You know why?

'Cause all lives
are not equal.

[Jock] There are those
that do more for society:

[Jock] answer the call
to serve,

[Jock] build things with
their minds and their hands.

And as for Lugo...

[sighs]

that dead boy was
a drug pusher.

He wasn't doing anything
for society but shredding it.

[Jock] Which is why
you were prosecuting him.

[Jock] As far as
I can tell, the only one

that deserves death
is this whole episode

is already facing
his maker,

or burning in
the other place.

[Jock] I don't know how swiftly
justice moves in that realm,

[Jock] but up here
in our jurisdiction,

with regards to the guards
on that transfer van,

you will take your time,
you will investigate thoroughly.

And I am sure
that when you're done,

you're gonna find that those
guards are telling the truth:

That they were attacked
by a resisting felon,

a man you yourself
charged with murder.

And in my book, that is a
clear-cut case of self-defense.

And today,

as in the traditions
we have been speaking of,

we don't do diddly
about that,

we just turn the parchment page
and ease on down the road.

Now, if you'll excuse me.
My bourbon rental has expired.

[chuckles]

Ms. Sacker,
you're a delight.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

Did it work?

What?

Sean Ayles told me you
gave him a check for 250K

for the Foundation.

Right on the heels
of selling your Maserati.

So did it work?

Did it make you feel better?
Or less guilty anyway?

Not Maserati better...

I felt guilty once.

About 16, 17 years
back I thought:

I should be understated,

keep a low profile
for my investors' sake.

And what's so bad about
First Class air travel?

So, I'm sitting on
the runway one night,

waiting endlessly
to take off.

And an hour later, a blizzard
closes the airport down.

I blend right in with
everybody else as we de-planed,

tried to book motel rooms
for the night.

Bought my first
Gulfstream the next day.

Last time
I let guilt win.

[indistinct talking]

Hey...

Hello.

And welcome to the new
quant headquarters.

The work will
continue here.

The kitchen is stocked
and it's time to get to work

creating an algo
that can crush the market.

[Taylor] If you're in,
that is...

I'm in.

Me too.

Sure, why not?

I mean:
Hell yeah, I'm in!

Good.

[Wendy] Remind me
again why--

He kept emailing.

He wants to show you
that you didn't hurt him.

That he's survived.

-Thrived even.
-Yeah,

so instead of endlessly
rescheduling just--

Big Lon...

-Hi.
-Chuck, Wendy.

You remember
my wife Sandra--

-Good to see you.
-Nice to see you, too.

[chuckles]

Sandra, how are you?

[indistinct conversation]

[chuckles]

Sandra plays
like a dream, honey.

Grand event coming up:
concert at Rose Hall.

That's a big deal!

I try not to think
about like that.

Just me and my piano.

[Chuck] If there was one thing
in life I would do over,

it would be not quitting
piano lessons when I was nine.

He doesn't mean that.

[chuckles] I wish I did.

Well, be glad he doesn't.

Because then you would have to
listen to it all day long.

Hey--

No. It's beautiful.

It's beautiful.

But sometimes you just
want to watch

an old NYPD Blue episode without
a Tchaikovsky soundtrack.

[laughs]

[Sandra] Are you
holding up okay, Chuck?

That story in the news is awful.
That boy dying in custody.

A tragedy.

We're investigating thoroughly.

The guards' statements
were very strong.

But it's too early
to say anything.

[Chuck] Really, we're still
gathering physical evidence.

But in the end,
justice will be done.

[chortles]

Something in
your throat, old pal?

[taps table]

Don't make me say it.

[Lonnie] I don't
want to say it.

Well, it's jumped from
your throat to your eyes.

Fine, since it's bypassed
your guts, I'll say it for you.

You think that I let
the attorney general

stick his hand up my ass
and run me like a sock puppet.

I'm just glad
I got out of there

before I had to get
caught up in any of that.

You know, let's--let's
just leave it there.

Not a fucking chance.

[Chuck] Oh, it's amazing
how fast it happens

when you go from being
a starting player

to the sidelines.

I'll tell you something.

If I were still on
the same damn team,

those guards would
be in custody today.

[Chuck] Sure. And you imagine,
what, that I don't care?

Or that I'm not
strong enough?

Or that I'm bought
and paid for?

I imagine you've made
some calculations

that allow you
to live with it.

No matter who's left
swinging in the wind--

This does not have
to become any--

[Chuck] No, no, it does.

Self righteousness is
an indulgence I cannot afford.

Calculation is not something
to be scoffed at.

It's a tool.
A tactic.

And I use it
proudly and often.

But here. Today.

About this.
There was none.

No. There was only a dead man
who should've been left alive.

And I'll tell you
something, Lonnie,

if you were still
in the office,

nothing would've
been different.

Not one thing.

[scoffs]

Oh, I'm really glad
to see you here tonight,

in that Brioni suit,
which is the mark

of the lawyer who is
successful at everything

that doesn't really matter.

No. You are, no doubt,
exactly where

you are supposed
to be now.

There's no shame
in not being able to hack it

at the highest levels
of the real game,

but the revisionist history,
that's for your wife at home--

not for the man
who fucking knows better.

♪ dramatic music ♪

I'm done with you.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

Break a leg
at Rose Hall.

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

I guess I should
have rescheduled.

You displaced your anger--
and a hell of a lot of it--

for someone else
onto Lonnie.

I'm aware.

And I think we both know
who the intended target was.

Jock fucking Jeffcoat.

[Wendy] Yeah.

Not that what you said
didn't need saying,

to that pious prick.

Really?

If you didn't say it,
I would've.

A little nicer maybe.

Maybe a lot.

[chuckles]

You know, you can still
tell Jock to go fuck himself.

If I don't bring charges
against Lugo's killers,

they go free.

[Chuck] If I do
bring charges,

I'm fired...

and they go free.

[chuckles]

[Wendy] It's not
enough to resist

or not resist Jock anymore.

You have to assassinate
this motherfucker.

[Bob Dylan's "It's Alright, Ma
(I'm Only Bleeding)"]

Yeah. I know.

♪♪♪

That's why I'm sitting here
in the dark like an assassin.

♪♪♪

♪ Darkness at
the break of noon ♪

♪ Shadows even
the silver spoon ♪

♪ The handmade blade,
the child's balloon ♪

♪ Eclipses both
the sun and moon ♪

♪ To understand
you know too soon ♪

♪ There is no sense in trying ♪

♪♪♪

[doors close]

♪♪♪

♪ Pointed threats,
they bluff with scorn ♪

♪ Suicide remarks are torn ♪

♪ From the
fool's gold mouthpiece ♪

♪ The hollow horn
plays wasted words ♪

♪ Proves to warn that
he not busy being born ♪

♪ Is busy dying ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

No conference room, no lawyers?
I could get used to this.

I had lawyer read,
I don't have lawyer enforce.

[door closes]

One rule before
we go forward:

you can't lose my money.

No. Of course not.

My every move is geared
to make and not lose money--

Mnh. No.

You can't lose my money...

If you do,
we have problem.

Understood?

And so our adventure begins.

True, very true...

Happy occasion like this

reminds me
of funny story.

Many years ago,

I was walking along
the Moskva Christmas market.

You ever seen
Moskva Christmas market?

[Grigor] Always a sense
of good cheer,

[Grigor] even during
the lean years.

[Grigor] I think
it was the wine.

They serve warm wine
with the spices in it.

Cinnamon and...

I was waiting
on the line--

everyone was always
waiting on the line.

And finally I got my cup,

I turn, and there was
this little boy.

Runny nose.

He--he's looking at me
so desirous of my cup

of this warm, warm wine

that I give him a sip.

He stares at me
with such a gratitude.

And then
I notice his mother.

Plump breasts--

she must have
known someone.

So I give him
my cup of wine.

And I take his mother
away from the square.

Behind the soldiers.

And after, I leave her
for the soldiers.

And I walked back,

and this little boy
is staring at me

with his greedy
drunken eyes.

Do you know
what happened to him?

No.

[Bob Dylan's "It's Alright, Ma
(I'm Only Bleeding)"]

I always ask.

No one ever knows.

♪ Although the masters
make the rules ♪

♪ For the wise men
and the fools ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪