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Previously on
Billions...

Donnie Caan.

We're gonna triple up
his stack.

Get started with 200,000 shares
of Rubinex.

Dean, seventh president.
Hint... two after Monroe.

Jackson.
Andrew Jackson.

Gordie, where was he from?

Border areas
near the Carolinas.

All I have to do
is drop the hammer,

and you will look like
absolute shit.

I need you to find
Martina Slovis.

Dropped out of Brooklyn Law.
Only for me.

Raul Gomez.

New York City Police Pension Fund.

I want to thank you
for meeting with me in person.

I knew that if I gave you my money,

you would do
whatever you had to

and wouldn't care
what it looked like.

This company
came under attack.

We're gonna put him
in a cell.

We will mobilize the war machine!

Fuck, yeah!

I have never seen him
like this.

You think I'm overreacting?

Tell me more
about what he's doing.

He's looking for a win.

"The defendant agrees
to an aggregate financial penalty

of $1.9 billion."

Didn't he say
that he would never settle?

That's what he's been saying.

How did it happen?

We can make
that $1.9 back in, what, eight months?

Six.

You never trade
securities again,

not even for yourself.

- I can't live in the middle...
- You won't.

I've decided,
for the good of our marriage,

I've recused myself.

You can count on me
to finish what you started.

I'm all in.

I'm still gonna need you
to keep me informed.

Then you're not really recused.

I am, officially.

♪ All eyes look up to me ♪

♪ High above
the filthy streets... ♪

Hey, wait up.
Dad's over there.

Again?
You guys are bleeding me dry.

Axelrods, you learned good
from your dad.

Always let someone else
float you,

no matter how rich you are.

- Thank you, Mr. Layner.
- Thanks, Dad.

Another, honey.

♪ For the first time
in my life, I'm sure ♪

♪ I'm the boy ♪

♪ For the last time
in my life ♪

♪ All the love... ♪

You guys could've bought
that crap for a nickel.

♪ For the last time
will not reach ♪

Guess it doesn't matter
to you guys.

Let's go.

Sit there?

Great.

Hey, Bruce! Boys!

Mommy, my soda!

Shit.

Okay, big guys.

♪ I'm the boy
they couldn't ignore ♪

♪ For the first time
in my life, I'm sure ♪

♪ I'm the... ♪

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi.

Later.

So how was it?

- Great.
- Awesome.

Hey.

Are the kids home okay?

Yeah.
Why?

I saw them
with Bruce Layner,

and it seemed
like he was drinking.

He was drinking.

But I couldn't
get to them in time.

Thank you, Lilly.

No, I definitely needed
that info.

And I appreciate
that you called.

Hey, guys, before you get in,
I need to ask you something.

Was Mr. Layner acting weird?

A little.

He kept saying things
about money.

He tried to make us feel bad.

And what else?

Did he, like...

Was he drinking in the car?

Answer your mother.

He had a beer can
in the car.

I could smell it
from the backseat.

Why didn't you say something?
Why did you let him drive you?

He's an adult.

Are you sure
he was drinking alcohol

while he was driving you?

Lilly said it was more than one.

Yeah, Dad.
He was.

Bobby!

♪ You're a young cowpoke
in the Lord's corral ♪

♪ And there ain't nothing
to stop you now ♪

♪ But you rolled around
like a squeaky wheel... ♪

Margy time!

Who wants a margy?

Hey, hey, Axe!

You drove my kids drunk?

Whoa, man.
I had a beer or two.

Three, tops.
Hardly even buzzed.

I got your precious
fucking babies home.

What?
I will kill you, you motherfucker!

Oh!

♪ But you gave me gasoline ♪

Get up!

That's gonna
fucking cost you.

- Worth it.
- ♪ Say please ♪

Someone call the police.

♪ Say please ♪

Would you like a water
or a coffee, Mr. Spyros?

I would love a cortado.

Uh, we don't have a machine.

Well, maybe someone
can run out.

It's just me on a Sunday.

No, no.
On me.

Um... will they know
what that is?

Cortado.

It's like a macchiato
but with more foam.

Micro foam.
Silkier.

Thanks, doll.

Just so you know,

I don't go for the price
of an espresso

or even a few espressi

or for any price.

You blew up
the settlement conference.

You recused yourself.

So we have to come
to a new understanding

about my role.

And it's got to be
a bigger one.

A lead role.

My stink is gonna be
all over this now.

As you point out,

uh, I, myself, am recused
from the case.

On the outside.

So how could I possibly
be bound by...

Oh, come on.

We both know your recusal
is for show.

Don't make me dig out
the old CB radio

and call in a convoy
of reporters and investigators

to examine it.

Oh, maybe we interview
your wife or...

Okay.

You win.
Again.

Uh, we did make a deal.

And even though I was
under duress at the time,

I will stick to it.

So you'll come in
one afternoon this week

when we're open
for business.

I will make sure that Connerty
has his entire team assembled,

and they will run you
through all of it.

Work hand-in-hand
with you and the SEC.

No.
Not hand-in-hand.

I'm gonna run point
on this,

and I need to hear you say
that you're comfortable with that.

I want to be
the fucking commandant.

I'll pass word to my people.

- Uh, what about your cortado?
- You drink it.

Yeah, Dale?

I'm gonna need Martina Slovis'
contact info now.

I'm here for
the Stewart bachelor party.

Uh, right back there.

Do all guys in my position
hate themselves for doing this?

No reason you should.

You're doing
the right thing now.

Not that they should.
It's just human nature.

Look, Axelrod, you know,
sweeps his phones,

hires security
to defend himself.

So believe me, on some level,
this is what he expects,

what he knows he deserves.

Not from me.

So feel a little bad, then,

but don't change
what you're doing,

like me
with double cheeseburgers.

No, but, Dale, you need to stop.
He needs to keep going.

We need him to do a deal
with you directly.

And when he does,
we need you to confirm

the source of the information,
that it's insider.

Well, that's gonna be hard
to get him to do.

That's why you're getting
such a cherry fucking deal

for making it happen.

Huh?

Okay,
let's get him wired up.

Sorry to bother,

but I wanted to check in
on the Kemlot trade.

And you canceled
the Sunday night call, so...

It turned into
a bit of a weekend.

Okay, uh, I want to know
if you think I should be ready

to pull the trigger
at the open tomorrow.

Wait.

- But you said...
- I'm not certain.

Okay, then.
Thanks.

Uh, is everything all right?

Yeah.

Yeah, like I said,
it was a bit of a weekend.

Why don't you come in
for a drink?

It...

It's more
than understandable.

Given the circumstance,
it was inevitable.

The son of a bitch
deserved it.

But I earned my living
by staving offthe inevitable.

Let the other dogs drool
when the bell rings.

I wait for the actual food
to turn up.

That way, I get fed
while the rest howl in the wind.

We don't get to choose
how and when we react.

That's what
the experiment proves.

You've actually read
Pavlov's study, haven't you?

Yeah, I was
a psych/philosophy major.

Minor in economic theory,

which, at Yale, is like
another philosophy class.

Broadness of thinking.

That's the shit
that sets you apart, Donnie.

It's the shit
that used to distract me

while the other guys were
racking up cartel-sized bonuses.

No more.

Look, no matter
how civilized we get,

at base, we are animals.

Oh, yeah.
I know. I know.

I just wish I had...
I...

You, Donnie,
you'd have shown restraint,

for the sake of your kids.

Me? My kids are gonna grow up
thinking that's the way

you're supposed to act.

They didn't see it!

They'll hear about it.

They'll be embarrassed

or, worse, proud.

Bullshit.

They should damn well
be proud.

Their father stood tall
for them.

It did feel pretty good.

If I could be that
for my kids...

You are...

and you will continue to be.

All right, okay.

So let's go over
what we got so far.

The CI is close to Axelrod.

He has been leveraged,
and he's highly motivated

to save his own ass.

Get Connerty in here
this afternoon.

Tell him
to bring the team working

the construction bid rigging
RICO cases.

I need an update.

If word of this
gets out, and it will,

it's a major key problem.

Your business faces
an existential threat

if it's handled
the wrong way.

The professional damage,

if you are convicted of even
simple misdemeanor assault...

The prick
drove our kids drunk.

He's the one
who should be prosecuted.

He can't really press charges
'cause Bobby popped him.

He will.
He has to.

It'll make his civil case
that much stronger.

So we got to control
the narrative.

I'm already getting texts
from gossip writers

who've heard rumors.

It's only a matter of time
before Layner's team p...

And no doubt, he has
a team in place by now.

Before they pick where they
want to dump the story

for maximum impact.

So we get
our version out first.

You need your friend Lilly
to speak up.

Say that she saw
Layner drinking,

tried to stop him
from taking the kids in the car.

- She won't.
- She will.

I'll get to her today.

I asked Chief Mueller
to join us

so he can break down how things
will go at his former command,

Southampton PD.

Mr. Axelrod,
I received some intel

just as I was
arriving here today.

The police out East may have
come into possession

of a video of the incident
taken on someone's phone,

which purports to show you
striking Mr. Layner.

- That should cut our way.
- I'm not so sure.

How bad is it?

Well, I haven't seen it yet,

but I've been told
it's damning enough

that they're planning on
arresting you

as early as tomorrow.

But when Mr. Bach reached out
to me, I reached out.

And fortunately, even though
I left the department

seven years ago, that I'm still
remembered fondly back there.

That's good for all of us.

It would be a big help
if you could get confirmation

of Layner's drinking.

With that, the air goes out of the balloon
of prosecuting you.

Without it, you'll likely
be indicted and tried.

I'm arranging a backdoor arrival
at the station house

for the two of us and Mr. Bach.

Well, most people
would kill to have your career.

Depending on what you want,

I can get on the phone and bring you
a dozen offers by five p.m.

Can we...

Let's slow this down.
I need to be discreet.

Understood.

This is just
a reconnaissance mission.

I'm not committing here.

Right.

You're not sure what you want,

which is a new feeling
for someone like you.

That won't work on me.
I know all the tricks.

I'm sure you do.

Plus, you're brilliant.

Billie always told me
that you were the smartest

of all of her friends.

She said nice things
about you too, Chase.

I'm not sure I want
the specifics behind that look.

Good, 'cause
that's all you're getting.

All right, well,
then let's talk about you.

What can I do for you
to help you figure this out?

No hedge funds.

Nothing in finance.

I can't work for a competitor.
That would feel wrong.

Well, that limits us.

What's more important to you,
the comp or the work itself?

Do I have to choose?
I have both now.

It's rare.
Both is hard.

How hard?

If you want to leave
the hedgie world,

nearly impossible.

I don't know if I want to.

It's what's best
for my family.

Well, corporate HR jobs
with huge comp

won't be hands-on
with clients.

And the rewarding work,
like the stuff you're doing now,

digging deep with folks
who need to change quickly,

that really only happens
in the nonprofit sector.

You'll be living on love
instead of money.

So you've got nothing
for me.

Nothing without
a compromise.

I want to shoot straight with you
from the beginning,

which is not usually
how I work.

Did you just
say that out loud?

For some reason,
I don't want to bullshit you

into giving me a retainer.

I wonder why that is.

You all have 'em.

So-called friends
at other funds

who tell you
that we're dinosaurs,

oblivious to our own extinction.

Are you gonna tell us
they're not our real friends, Mom?

I'm gonna tell you that they're
assholes... and wrong.

While it's true
we have less outside money,

the trade-off is freedom.

- Yes.
- This is our time.

Those of you in this room
will be telling the story

years from now about
how we got up offthe canvas

and knocked the rest of 'em out.

Yeah!

In fact,
we won't even have to tell them,

because they will all be
in here begging for jobs.

Yeah!

- To that end, you know...
- You know it.

Knocking folks out,

a couple of us
got you something, Axe.

I mean, you earned it.

We just picked it up.

Whoo!

- All right.
- There it is.

We heard you knocked
that fucker on his ass.

Hey.

Well, you're certainly
winning friends

and influencing people
these days.

Oh, what do you
want me to say?

I shouldn't have
thrown that punch.

You've done a lot of rash things
you shouldn't have done lately.

Oh.

Oh, you're talking about

that little sit-down
with your husband?

I am.

You know, there's
a psychological profile

for people
who self-sabotage, and...

you're starting to fit it.

The term, when it comes
to that settlement meeting,

is "self-defense,"
not "self-sabotage."

I might've been wrong
at the barbecue,

but sometimes
I got to hit back.

- The way I heard it...
- Don't worry about it.

You just did
what you thought was right,

and I appreciate that.

But just think about
who had what to lose.

I know that I went into that room
ready to make a deal.

It just bugs me,
you know?

That Bobby clocked the guy?

No, that the kids didn't pick up
that Layner was drunk,

that they didn't call me.

They had a phone?

Yeah.
They always do.

They call me to tell me
that their Instagram isn't loading.

They're just not
street smart.

How are they gonna be
street smart?

They've never been
in the streets.

Yeah.
Exactly.

If our situation ever changed,
how would the boys deal with it?

The last piece is,

the contractor
from the New Jersey firm

kept records
on three different devices.

They're all
in our possession.

Trial is in six weeks.

Great work.
Thank you, guys.

Take it easy this weekend, T,
yeah?

Yeah, I'll try.

Take your kid
to the batting cages.

Mm.

Uh, Bryan, hang in for a second.

Let's go over
some of the details.

Right.

You have an informant
in Axe Capital.

Boss, we should stick
to the rules of recusal,

the old Chinese Wall,
shouldn't we?

Okay.

So we've been profiling
all the players

and scanning the activity
at Axe Cap,

and we see this Donnie Caan.

Usually a mid-level guy,
but suddenly,

he loads up on Rubinex,
a biochem company.

Loads way up.

I mean, way above
his usual range.

Mm-hmm.

The company, miraculously,

gets an FDA seal of approval
on a product.

Even more miraculously...

...Caan is already there,

and he sells
at a monster profit.

So I put the agents on,

and then they start
bloodhounding him.

He couldn't provide
the research on the trade.

He had no sign-offs
from compliance.

He didn't have dick.

And our tech guys were able
to pull metadata

that established he'd been
in contact with insiders.

We had him boxed up.

He broke like
a Mexican condom.

He agreed to cooperate
right away.

I want to help you, Lara.

And Bobby.

Oh.
Great.

And I would if I were sure,
you know?

Sure?
You're the one who told me.

I did.

And I feel bad that I started
a whole thing, but...

Keith told me that we can't
have any press right now,

that it would fuck his business badly

to be near any of this.

His business?

He's my husband.

Not much else I can say.

I have to go.

Maid's leaving at three today.

Some bullshit about taking
her kids to the doctor.

Mm.

Bye.

I got your precious
fucking babies home.

What?
I will kill you, you motherfucker.

Oh!

Get up!

That's gonna
fucking cost you.

Worth it.

Someone call the police.

The beginning...
is there any more?

That's all.

Mm, this is not good.

We need to get more
of the original video, if it exists.

It'll tell a totally different story
about what happened.

- Who had this?
- It's from Mike Dimonda.

Says it landed
in his in-box this morning.

An exclusive.

- Well, he's doing us a solid.
- Not so solid.

He knows that charges
are being filed.

He's requesting comment,

wants to run something
right away.

Who filmed this?

Dimonda won't say.

Okay.

There were 11 people
in the backyard.

There were two
on the other side of the pool.

They didn't have a good view.

The video was from
my left side.

There were only...
six people on my left.

One of them was Layner's wife.

She was holding a platter.
She didn't have an iPhone.

Layner's kids were there...

And his son
from his first marriage.

It wasn't him either.

He was still wet
and had his bathing suit on.

That kid's girlfriend,

there was another girl

standing next to her,
about the same age, 17.

Neither of them
had been in the pool.

Each of them had a phone out.

Holy shit!

I fucking love
when you do that.

Your love is touching,

but what I need right now
is to find that original video.

Find it, pay what we need,
get it.

I have to go to the Hamptons.

http://hiqve.com/

Ah.
Tommy.

How you doing, Chief?

I tell you, I've been better.

Summers out here are enough
to make you long for martial law.

You remember what it's like.

- Ah, sorry to hear it.
- Ah, don't be.

It'd be better if, in addition
to the college kids

and regular dirtbags,
I didn't have my billionaires

punching out
my multimillionaires.

It's bad for business.

Well, that's why we're here,
to make your life easier.

We want to quash this thing.

No need for news stories.

No need for undue chatter.

Sure.
Of course.

I lift the rug,
and you guys sweep?

Or were you thinking vice versa
and I make with the broom?

Come on, Tommy,
we both know

this is probably gonna end up
in a payment situation.

Why don't we work together
and get there sooner?

Uh-huh.
Not so easy.

I've seen the video.

When it goes public,
there's gonna be a lot of pressure.

So we'll take a statement
of Mr. Axelrod's version of events.

If Mr. Layner refuses
to relent,

if he insists
on pressing charges,

if the DA doesn't like what he hears
and chooses to proceed,

well, courtesy or not, Chief,

it'll be out of my hands.

- Hey, sweetheart.
- Hey, baby.

What's the latest?

Oh, you know.

Kevin had a friend over
from school.

Told Eva she could hang too

and then pretty much
ignored her.

How'd that play out?

She cried,
and then he was nicer.

Oh, so a normal weekday
afternoon negotiation, huh?

- Speaking of...
- Mm-hmm?

Mmm.

How did the, uh,

breakdown of the settlement
play out?

'Cause the way you described it
didn't sound...

Yeah.
Well...

Well, I'll tell you, uh...

things were all
pre-negotiated, laid out.

But, you know,
these conferences are...

unpredictable.

Tensions are high.

Certain realities set in.

And a big game fish
often has one final thrash in him

as he gets close
to the boat.

Anyway, as I said, then...

he tore up the check.

We have the Gilberts
tomorrow night.

They could only get a table
at 7:30, so...

make sure you can
get there in time.

No chance of a reschedule?

This is the reschedule
of a reschedule.

What?

I don't know.
It's just I'm...

I'm just
a little bit creeped out

by how close those two are.

They're married.
Shouldn't they be close?

Not that close.

Oh, thank you.

Mmm.
That's great, Ryan.

My breakfast
kind of sucks.

What did you just say?

I'm sick
of cheese omelets.

The cheese is kind of sticky.

No sweat, big guy.
What can I make you?

Nothing.

The omelets are great,

and both of you
are finishing them.

But these are lame, and we have them,
like, almost every day.

And Dad never makes us
finish our plates.

First, apologize to Chef Ryan.

Sorry.

And now let's go.

- Where?
- Get in the car.

Now.

Why is the water brown?

It just is.
Now get in.

It's cold!

I want to leave.

Stop whining,
or I'll throw you in.

What are we doing?

You're clamming.

When I was a kid, me and Aunt Lou
and all your uncles,

we had to come out here
with Grandma

and collect 50 clams
for Sunday dinner or we didn't eat.

And that taught us something
about work,

about earning our own living.

What do we do?

You feel with your feet
on the bottom for littlenecks.

Like this.

You shimmy.

So how many do you
want us to get?

Well,
you eat what you catch,

so you get as many as you can
before the tide goes out.

When's that?

About four hours from now.

You know I didn't drive
all the way up here to Westport

to give out "attaboys."

Had to bring the kick-ass.
With love.

Rumblings got to me.

I hate motherfucking rumblings

because truth is always
underneath 'em.

You hit some guy
and knocked him out.

Down.
Not out.

A fine distinction.

Thanks, Wags.

I hung in after
"Dollar" Bill got arrested

because if anyone knows
you can't let one miscreant

tattoo a whole place,
it's an ex-cop.

But if people think
you're feeling the pressure,

acting out, hitting folks,
for fuck's sake,

they will run for the exits.

Banks'll even look at you
as a shaky investment.

Credit'll start drying up.

I won't let that happen.

The time to not let that happen
was before you threw the punch.

Last thing I want to do
is pull my money,

but I will.

If you take a conviction,
even for a misdemeanor,

we are gone.

Settle your trouble.

Get a nondisclosure form signed.

I know.

Thanks for coming in person.

Dimonda said he vetted the story
and it's ready to run,

with or without comment.

Get me a meeting with him
before he posts it.

Ari Spyros,
live and in person.

Any special
beverage requests?

No, not today, Chuck.

I'm just looking forward
to seeing the team.

Oh, you'll see, all right.

I think you're gonna find this
pretty interesting.

Right in there.

Martina Slovis.

I warned you,
if you fucked with me...

holy hell.

Did you ever wonder why
we weren't pals anymore, Spyros?

I mean, we were in study groups
together at law school,

lawyers' league softball team.

I thought it was just
interagency rivalry.

Mm.
Think back.

It's before you were at SEC
and I was here.

Summer of 2005,

the Willigut Farley mixer
at Moran's.

I saw her at the bar,
Martina Slovis.

She was a summer associate
in corporate work.

I pointed you out,
said that I'd come in with you,

and she went white.

Absolutely white.

And she just said the words,

"Ari Spyros raped me."

And you...
you believed her?

We'd been friends
for six years.

I wasn't totally convinced

until I found you
at the table later.

And I said,

"Guess who I just
ran into at the bar.

Martina Slovis."

You remember what you said?

"I fucked that little piece.
What'd she say?"

That's when I knew.

You can't...

Okay, don't.
That's enough.

Sick.

It would be he said, she said.

The statutes have run.

We both know what it was.

You destroyed a good part
of that woman's life.

And she will work with me
to destroy all of yours

if you don't fall the fuck
back into line!

From here on in, I tell you
your position in this,

if you have one at all.

So?

Um...

Well, she said she was
surprised to get the call

considering she just
went back and got her degree

a few years ago.

Hasn't really practiced.

She's living near Philly
with young kids,

said she wasn't thinking
about going back to work.

If you don't mind
me saying so,

there's lots of lawyers
out there

with much stronger
litigation experience.

But I have notes
on the interview.

No, of course.
It was just an idea.

Uh, pay for her ticket back

and put her on the reference list
at the Philly office.

Mm-hmm.

I look forward to reading
your notes, thank you.

Okay.

♪ Na, na, na, na num ♪

♪ Tasty veal and peppers
with the linguin' on the side ♪

♪ I know it gets confusing,
you just cannot decide ♪

♪ But if you cross
your goombah ♪

♪ There's not a place
to hide ♪

♪ So think about la panza
with that little man inside ♪

♪ Agita ♪

♪ My goombah
in the panzon ♪

♪ When I eat, he gets
his treat like a canzon ♪

♪ He enjoys every meal,
every bite that I steal ♪

♪ Agita, my goombah
in the panzon ♪

♪ Agita, my goombah
in the panzon ♪

♪ Agita ♪

Let's hear it for Nick,
ladies and gentlemen!

Yeah, and Sal.

He still...
he still makes me pay.

I heard you ate
everything on your plate

at the last joint, but you've
been shy about going back.

I need to be careful
whose tab I'm seen dining on.

And I'm not that comfortable
among the, uh, one-percenters.

Well, a place like this,
a lot of these guys,

they don't show
any income at all.

Yeah, but you didn't
bring me here to eat

and gossip about wiseguys.

You want to address
the story and the video.

And you're leading
the pack with it.

Very impressive reporting.

Yeah.
I landed it.

And I'm running it.

I'm not gonna spike it,

despite how good
the veal chops are here.

No, of course not.

But that's not what
we're talking about.

We're talking
about a short hold.

A day.

So you still got a shot
at being in the lead

and you flying to Aspen to meet
with a certain network chairman

about a show of your own.

Charlie Rose has got to move on
at some point, right?

I can't accept a trip from you.

Won't be with me
or my plane.

- Someone will see me.
- No.

You'll land on a private strip
on private land.

Then I can't see myself
running the piece tonight.

Mmm.
Yummy.

This is yummy.

For years,
I couldn't eat tripe.

I thought I could still
smell the shit in it.

Then I hypnotized him
out of it.

- Hmm.
- Mm.

You going for hypnotism now, Nancy?

- Oh.
- Huh?

- It only works on him.
- Ah.

I stare into his eyes,

he locks in on me...

and we will the change.

Work it does.

Can't even smell
my own shit anymore.

I think from a, uh,
biological standpoint,

there's a reason
we smell our shit, hmm?

I think it's sweet, Chuck.
I wish I could hypnotize you.

How do you think
you got me here tonight?

So how's work?

- Mm.
- It's great.

You know, when we started
this little business,

we thought it was
gonna be the two of us

selling our boutique robes
practically door-to-door.

And now we've got 40 employees,

and half the luxury hotels
in America

have our bathrobes
on the bathroom door.

- Mm-hmm.
- It is an amazing success story.

And to think,

you two are doing it
together all day.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

I never understood
that part.

- Hmm?
- How a husband and wife

can be like, uh,
Siamese twins.

Conjoined, Chuck.

Sure.

Uh, no, I just...
I'm just saying that I...

I don't get how you do
the 24-hours-a-day thing.

All day, every day.

Don't you ever
just want to, uh...

Want to what?

- No.
- Yeah?

17 years later, we can't
imagine it any other way.

We weren't always like this.

For the first few years
of our marriage,

- we each had our own lives.
- Mm-hmm.

Siloed.

But we made a conscious decision
to live as one.

Started the business.

- Commute together every day.
- Yeah.

Shared passwords
with each other.

You know, we recently crossed
the final frontier.

- We have the same password.
- Yeah.

That's, um... that's not very secure.

I mean, we know
each other's passwords too.

Don't we?

Yeah, was yours still the same
from two years ago...

- Yeah.
- When I reset your hard drive?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

You?

Uh, well, you know, we have
to reset every nine months.

I didn't not tell you.
It just didn't occur.

- Mm.
- I would, of course, so I will.

I will.

We're close but not conjoined.

We divide responsibilities
at work.

- Hmm? How?
- Well...

I handle the hugs.
She takes care of the kisses.

Jesus Christ,

did they really say that?

I... you know,

maybe that's what a normal
relationship looks like.

You went to med school
and practiced analysis.

Have you ever seen
anything like that?

Come on.

Nobody can be that in love
after 17 years.

There's no way
you make googly eyes

at each other all day

and then get home
and still want to fuck.

We have to toughen up
the kids.

They'll get tough
when they need to.

Yeah?
How?

Everything's served up
for them on a platter.

The way we grew up,

we had to learn
how to take care of ourselves.

Yeah, sure, we learned
to scratch and claw for ours.

Not all upside, though.

- No?
- No.

Remember when we first
got together?

I was still an animal.
I was too hard.

Not the sensitive flower
you are today?

Exactly.

I had to work to soften up.

You worked me over.

And being thorny
still gets me in trouble.

Yeah, well, I'd be willing
for them to go in that direction.

You always said
that the desperation

is what gave you an edge
over the rich kids.

They are the rich kids.

Where are they gonna
get their grit?

All right.

We'll put 'em on a fishing trawler
for the summer,

stick them
in the Foreign Legion.

They'll be men
when we pick 'em up.

This is serious.

I hear you.

Whatever you come up with,
you know I'll support.

Yeah.
Hmm?

Mm.

- May I?
- Yeah.

You know, I'm actually glad
you have this Axe thing now.

I can devote myself

to the hundred other cases
I'm building.

I want you to know that.

I'm glad to hear you
say that, boss.

Yeah.

I just wish I were sure
about this informant you have.

Uh-huh.

I mean, he sounds all right,
the way you describe it,

so that's good.

But, then, you don't have
anything concrete yet.

- Early days.
- Mm-hmm.

You know, one thing
I used to do to informants

when I had your job,
every few weeks,

I'd rough 'em up a little bit,

really make sure they knew
the spot I had 'em in.

Little motivational session.

Yes.

I have to meet with him soon,
anyway, to give him the script

to get Axe to really
incriminate himself.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm.

You know, Axe knows
people everywhere,

so make sure you use
a secure location.

There's a place I've used.

Very secure.

No chance that Axe
is hooked in there.

I don't want to overstep,
make an actual suggestion.

I'm sure you don't.

You wanted to see me?

Where have you been?

You haven't come in
for weeks.

It looks like Axe
has brought you close.

In the past,
you've talked about feeling

almost intimidated by him
in the work setting,

but you've got a lot
of back-and-forth going now.

He's a great resource.

I decided I shouldn't
shy away from that anymore.

You used to be one
of the most open people here,

but you've withdrawn from me.

Even now,
I sense you withholding.

Maybe I'm just tired.

Maybe I'm...
I'm just doing well

and I don't want to jinx it
by... talking about it.

I couldn't stop thinking
about your problem.

Uh-huh.

Now, I know you're the doc,

but let me prescribe you
something.

A boulevardier for her, please,
and another one for me.

It's like Negroni
but with rye instead of gin.

Try it.

How the fuck did you know
I liked Negronis?

Billie told me.

Well, I asked her.

Is that something
a headhunter needs to know

about a client these days?

Well, you're more interesting
than my other clients.

Cut the shit.

I don't need to be flattered.

That's an occupational hazard,

and in your case,
it's not flattery.

So... I came across
something today...

a job that I think
might be your Shangri-La.

They don't use
outside headhunters,

and I'm not gonna charge you
directly if you get the gig.

Do you want to talk about why
you're undervaluing yourself?

No.

Tell me about the job.

It is a blue-chip consulting firm.

They do turnarounds
from the inside out.

And the clients... we're talking
innovators, thought leaders,

Fortune 500 folks...

crazy geniuses that need to be
met on their own terms.

You want a challenge,

this job's gonna require
that you seriously up your game.

- Huh.
- Mm-hmm.

You can play cool if you want,
but this facade's not fooling me.

You're excited as hell.

I'm intrigued.

I do have some questions.

About the comp?
Platinum.

State-of-the-art package,

comparable to what
you're making now.

I previewed who you were
without naming you,

and I know it's yours
if you're interested.

It's overwhelming, right?
Getting exactly what you want?

That's how I roll.

I would insist
on paying you a commission.

I want to do a nice thing.
Let me.

I have to do something.

You can.
Drink up.

This is today's downloads.

Few conversations.

Not what you're
looking for... yet.

That's what I want to talk
about.

You know...

there's a move.

Guys try it so often.
We call it the Bojangle.

When someone who's
been caught, like yourself,

agrees to cooperate,
then thinks they can string us along,

giving us nothing until...
what?

Maybe you think we'll lose
interest or somethin'?

Well, that's not gonna
happen ever,

so don't you try
to fucking Bojangle me.

"The price of any betrayal
always comes due in flesh."

What's that?
Shakespeare?

Stephen King.
Gunslinger.

But no less true.

You're right in recognizing

that I... am reluctant.

It makes me sick
to sell out the man

who g-gave me everything...

So I can be with my family.

So if that's not
good enough,

you can go fuck yourself!

So you tell me,

you want me to keep
doing what I'm doing?

Yeah, keep it up.

We'll be in touch.

Jeez.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Credible source.
Well-developed.

I cannot believe
how reckless this is.

Tomorrow, Bryan.

I will hear
your complaints tomorrow.

And I will
give those complaints

a good, long, loud hearing.

You can bray,
and I will listen.

Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.

But for now...

...excellent work.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did you, uh, pay the sitter?

Yeah.
She left a while ago.

What'd you do tonight?

Meeting with the, uh,

Federal Judiciary Committee
at the BarAssociation.

You?

Uh, I had a drink with Billie

and some of the girls
from med school.

Guess we know who had
more fun tonight.

Ha.
Yeah.

What are those?

Sleeping bags.

Go get sweatshirts
and toothbrushes.

Why?

'Cause you're going
on a campout

with the Westport Sound Rangers.

- What?
- Mm-hmm.

It's time to learn
some outdoor skills.

Camping, fire building,
map reading, ropes course.

Some life skills.

Dad.

It's your mother's decision,
and I'm behind her.

Get up.

I canceled your speech
at the conference.

Good.
Next?

Raul Gomez says he needs to know
if he can tell his board

you're clear of charges.

Call back later.

You were right.

It was the girlfriend.

The video makes
the whole thing clear.

He was drinking.

He basically admits
to driving your kids drunk.

He insults them and you.

We've got the full version now.
No one else does.

What'd it cost?

Well within my budget
for this type of thing.

Well done.

Now we just need to get it
into Mike Dimonda's hands.

Already being uploaded
by my office.

- Ooh!
- All right.

All right,
let's get those tents up!

Then we'll assign fire detail,
cook up some franks and beans.

♪ Come along with me... ♪

Hey!

♪ Got a zebra by the tail
and a python in my hand ♪

It's a screen-free,
electronics-free time

out here, buddies.

- Sorry.
- Hand it over.

♪ ...was a Texas plain ♪

♪ But now I swing a lasso
on an alien terrain ♪

You have one?

All right, then.
Hop to!

- Tent's not gonna pitch itself.
- ♪... watusi rodeo ♪

I got your precious
fucking babies home.

What?
I will kill you, you motherfucker.

400,000 hits
in less than two hours.

That's beyond viral.
That's goddamned virulent.

Well, it's official.

This no longer exists
in the system.

The full video contained
what the police consider to be

an admission of DUI,
so your reaction was justifiable.

Just stay offthe radar.

Thank you.

There you go.

If you need anything else,
you got my number.

Best one yet...
Mothers Against Drunk Driving,

"We salute #BobbyAxelrod
for doing what needed to be done.

#dontdrinkanddrive."

You're an instant
goddamn hero.

Your phone is blowing up.

Lawrence Boyd
from Spartan-Ives...

"Bobby, share my chopper
out to the Hamptons

for Clean Water gala."

- Ooh.
- Ooh!

And Raul Gomez...
"The police remain behind Axe Cap."

- There we go!
- Yeah.

- Mm.
- Get up!

That's gonna
fucking cost you.

Worth it.

Axelrod wins!

Of course.

Well, I said that
I would hear you out,

and I will.

Uh, I'm not doing it
this way.

Appoint someone else
lead counsel.

I got plenty of other cases
to deal with.

Now, is this because
you think my advice

gives you less of a shot
at winning?

No, I need to protect
my integrity.

I need to run the case
if I'm running it.

Ego.

Bryan Connerty saying,
"I did it.

I took down BobbyAxelrod."

Not ego.

And not alone.

We have more resources

than any governmental
prosecutorial division

in the world.

I plan on using them
as I see fit.

Sometimes even I lose
perspective.

This whole winning and losing thing
can do that to you.

I say "I" instead of "we,"
instead of "the people."

And I forget that history
won't give a shit

if Chuck Rhoades
or Bryan Connerty

won or lost
some dipshit case.

And in a hundred years,

that's what
they'll all look like,

no matter how big.

But taken together
as an aggregate,

they matter.

Instead of thinking
about how it's gonna feel

hearing a guilty verdict
only you brought in,

picture the retirees,
the hourly workers...

...the innocent timecard-punching
factory employees

humping it out of bed
every day for their families.

Those people put their faith

in the American promise...

work hard,
get paid what you deserve.

Invest your nest egg,
grow it.

Retire with enough
to live on.

That is the whole reason...

We were sold the idea
that the playing field is level.

But we both know
the playing field

is tilted like a craps table
in Tombstone, Arizona.

And BobbyAxelrod is the one
who is sawing the legs.

Every dollar that he takes
through fraud,

insider information,
market manipulation

is a dollar taken away
from one of those folks

who earned it.

And Axe will do everything

to keep it all going.

And that's why you need me,
because I am willing

to stare into the abyss
beyond conventional morality

and do what needs
to be done

to even that fucking table back out.

- Sit in it.
- Come on.

Come on.

I want you to.
Sit in it.

Someday you're gonna be
sitting in that chair for real.

And you're gonna remember
this moment

and you're gonna
understand it in a way

that you couldn't
possibly now.

But know this:

this is your case, Bryan.

I'm not letting you
walk away from it.

So what you have
to ask yourself,

the only thing you
have to ask yourself is,

can you do a better job
standing up for those folks

with me in your corner...

or without me?

Now, you stay there,
right there.

Think about it.

I think you're gonna be happy.

Hey!

Let's go!

- He's coming!
- Hey, what the...

- Get in, get in.
- He's coming, he's coming.

Let's go!

- Buckle up.
- Yes!

What the hell?

♪ Got me a movie,
I want you to know ♪

♪ Slicing up eyeballs,
I want you to know ♪

♪ Girlie so groovy... ♪

Smart move, Gordie,
holding on to your phone.

So you guys hungry?
What did they feed you?

- Franks and beans.
- It was shit.

- We're starving.
- See?

Now you've learned
to appreciate what you have.

- And watch your mouth.
- Okay.

So... tough night.

♪ I am un chien... ♪

Want to get some real food?

I know a diner,
great milk shakes.

Yes!

- ♪ Be a debaser ♪
- ♪ Debaser ♪

- ♪ Debaser ♪
- ♪ Debaser ♪

- ♪ Debaser ♪
- ♪ Debaser ♪

- ♪ Debaser ♪
- ♪ Debaser ♪

- ♪ Debaser ♪
- ♪ Debaser ♪

- ♪ Debaser ♪
- ♪ Debaser ♪

♪ Got me a movie, ha, ha, ha, ho ♪

♪ Slicing up eyeballs, ha, ha, ha, ho ♪

♪ Girlie so groovy, ha, ha, ha, ho ♪

♪ Don't know about you ♪

♪ But I am un chien Andalusia ♪

♪ I am un chien Andalusia ♪

♪ I am un chien Andalusia ♪

♪ I am un... ♪

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