All language subtitles for Billions 4x03 - Chickentown

Previously on Billions...

I get we're in a game
that requires us to win.

I got tired of beating
up on the defenseless.

There are things they were
comfortable with at Axe Cap

that we will never do here.

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.

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.

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.

We put out this fire by
sucking oxygen out of the room.

I'm glad to continue... to renew...

Axe got to all of the bankers.

Winston and the quant team have
a huge stat arb opportunity

that I'm gonna have
to leave on the table

if we don't lock in
leverage by end of week.

Mm.

Can I get the box?

This is working for me.

Please?

You once told me you knew people who...

switched it up.

But that's not Chuck,
not his arousal template.

For him it's not a game.
It's rooted deep.

They are trying to hang
you from the yardarm.

Make them defend instead of attack.

All I want is vengeance,
and it will be had.

And we all know what I need to do it.

A perch.

If you try to again put yourself
in a position of public trust,

I will be forced to let
slip the dogs of war.

"I am chomping at the bit to
be your next Attorney General"!

Yes!

Where are we at?

Couldn't establish
internal surveillance.

Fuck.

We knew Taylor wasn't gonna leave a key

- under the welcome mat.
- Who set up their security,

fuckin' George Smiley?

No. Someone else.
I know him by reputation.

He's a good man. Thorough.

I didn't come
entirely empty handed.

Mason Capital's remote logins

haven't been given
adequate scrutiny yet.

They will soon, no doubt, but for now...

It's not what you wanted, but...

MaseCap's positions and trading pattern.

Can we do anything with that?

We can use size to soak up the alpha.

It's not a body blow,
maybe not even worth the effort.

No, we can do something with that.

Unsettle 'em. Throw 'em off their game.

Buy up the price on names
they want to increase their size in.

Costing them upside

and picking tiny little
percentages off their profits.

It'll be like the old water torture...

drip, drip, drip.

Like the Japanese in W.W.II.

Even though the Chinese invented it...

No they didn't...

Then why is it called
'Chinese Water Torture?'

Taylor will try to ignore it.

Tell themselves that it's
just a few bips here or there.

But it won't work.

Their need for mathematical perfection
will erode their well-being.

Then a real mistake can be induced.

If you ever get tired
of working for him, call me.

Oh, she's not going anywhere.

She's right, you know.
The Chinese didn't invent it.

Hippolytus de Marsiliis did,

an Italian.

- Morning, Peach.
- Morning.

Take a look.

Lock in all these positions,
Big Gulp size.

Excuse me, Axe.

There are other plays that
would yield more upside.

Yeah. We're limiting the
upside for someone else.

Oh. Exciting.

And a little scary.

? Well they blew up the chicken man ?

? In Philly last night... ?

? And they blew up his house too... ?

? Out on the boardwalk ?

? They're gettin' ready for a fight,
wanna ?

- Stop it.
- ? See what... ?

I got chicken business with you.

What do you know about the Chicken Man?

What's the thing?

Arkansas Chicken Index. You know?

Given that Arkansas is a
major chicken producer,

and you getting so geeked you
broke out the Boss for us,

I'm assuming it's an
important fucking index.

It's a market mover.
The numbers dictate the price.

And Chicken Man's the guy who puts out

the Arkansas Chicken Index.

'Zactly. Latest numbers land today.

We need to be long.

Because there won't be any chickens?

It's better than that.
There's plenty of chickens.

And the early chicken
action is counting on that.

But Chicken Man will say that
there's very few chickens.

And the price will skyrocket.

Why will he say that?

'Cause he's supposed to drag his ass out

to multiple farms and production houses

to get an accurate count.

But the guy's Otis of Mayberry.

So he'll go to one or two,

to make an appearance,
but that's it,

he's not counting shit.

What the guy does is, he sits there
on his couch and calls

a few of the
major poultry producers

and just asks
them for their numbers.

Yeah, I need to get
a report on the birds.

And they say their numbers are low

- 'cause it keeps the prices high.
- Right.

It's like a teacher letting
a kid grade his own tests.

If the Chicken Man is wrong,

why does he get to stay the Chicken Man?

Because he's wrong in the way
the producers want him to be.

They installed him.
And they keep him in place.

He's a chicken patsy.

I assume you've got a solid source.

How do you know
the Mobilized Meals gal?

How do you know where
to find mustache wax?

If it's crucial, you get it done.

What does he eat?

She says he's partial to chicken.

Bill...

what's your level of certainty?

I am not uncertain.

Size up the position.

Could mean a 300 million dollar win.

It's time for Pericles
to stroll the Parthenon.

You smile, shake some hands.

Like a pol on the hustings.
Which you are.

Make the important
people feel important.

If they were really important,

they wouldn't need me to make
'em feel that way.

As Michel Foucault said...

Save that falderal for someone
with nothing better to do

than to parse your Ivory Tower crap.

Maybe I'll just stay home.

Son, are you hungover?

Because it's one thing for a governor

to start his day at 11 a.m.,

but a New York State Attorney General

needs to be a credible
sentinel on the watchtower.

Not in the bag,

it's a migraine wearing out its welcome.

Well, walk it off.

The leaders of Local 1199,

the Service Employees
International East,

will be here at my
casino for the opening...

Yours?

My land, so close enough.

Now, these guys represent 400,000 votes.

You've got some glad-handing to do.

Oh, my God.

I heard that.

Do you think JFK complained
when Ol' Papa Joe

sat him down with the steel workers?

You're delivering Schenectady,
Dad, not Ohio.

Schenectady is the
Ohio of New York State.

Be here.

Donna, did you get more Excedrin?

All I got is Tums.

Does that help?

No. It really doesn't.

Can't say I'm sad about that.

Oh. You're a real empath, Lonnie.

My empathy for you died the night

of your hateful soliloquy
at that restaurant.

Sympathy went too considering
you gave it in front of my wife.

Regrettable.

But like all men of consequence,

we put it aside to move
forward toward our common goal.

Yeah. We tried to do that.

But the fundraiser is off.

Getting behind me is good for your firm.

You made them see that.

I rope in donations from the partners,

you get to flaunt your political clout.

You don't know there's
a missile coming at you.

I'm the hermit kingdom right now.

Plenty of armament pointed
at me at all times.

No. Not pointed.

Launched.

I got called for comment
on an article about you,

about an old case that
you failed to prosecute.

So did my firm's PR rep.
Because of the event.

Which case?

SugarVape.

Flavors designed to hook kids.

Marketing to target them.

And a whistleblower you hung out to dry.

The guy didn't have the goods.
That case couldn't be won.

We would've looked
like schmucks on wheels

if I brought that to court.

This editor running the piece

seems to think that
his readers will find

the SugarVape CEO's relationship
with various members

of your father's social
group very titillating.

Fuck.

Which editor?

Lucien Porter.

Don't cancel the fundraiser.

Oh, I will spike that article.
You know I will.

- Why should I?
- You finally have the advantage on me.

You keep this alive, I actually owe you.

Tell you what I'll do.

- I'll hold off for now.
- Uh-huh.

But at a certain point,

this is gonna be out of my hands.

So why don't you

get that Excedrin

and do what you have to do.

Something isn't right.

Explain the discrepancy

between realized gains and expectations.

And don't you dare blame latency.

Okay...

Transaction costs were a
little higher than we modeled.

There seems to be more adverse selection

- than we anticipated...
- Can we just say it?

We're getting front run somehow.

Obviously. This is about the how...

Man, I fucking knew it.

There was something
unnatural about the way

we were getting sawed off.

I even started an email to let you know.

I'm Cassandra,

always seeing the future.

You never sent the email.

The difference between
you and Cassandra is:

She didn't wait until after
the fact to say it aloud.

Powned like in the aughts!

It's pronounced "owned." Which, yes.

I only thought it but didn't say it.

Doesn't count. Damnit...

Finish this at your desks.

You have it?

- Axelrod.
- Yes.

Couldn't have been a
huge money maker for him.

So his objective wasn't profit.
It was disruption.

Strategy was to get in my head,
make me obsess over it.

And I did, for a minute.

- Should we involve Grigor?
- No.

Can't seem dependent on him in that way.

But we do need to seal the
cracks in our infrastructure.

I'll make sure Cook is on top of it.

Thank you.

Yes?

Send him up.

Nice to see you.

And you.

So.

This is your shop?

This is my shop.

Not much to it, is there?

Don't places like these usually spend

buckets of money on nice digs
to impress their clients?

You don't want to seem gilded.

Highlight the brain power instead.

Clean. Simple. Direct.

That's how we make an impression now.

Simple or not, it's nice.

It's...

cool.

I guess could be a word.

How about I have my executing
trader give you a tour.

Neat.

Mafee, I'd like you
to meet Douglas Mason.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Mason.

Yes. This is...

He's my father.

Okay.

There comes a time, Lucien,
when ideology meets reality.

Even in the newspaper business.

And that's when we Oddfellows
swallow petty grievances

and divine a productive way forward.

Your theatrical way of asking me to kill

the SugarVape story?

On a nice afternoon in
your next incarnation,

maybe.

I'm working on a tighter
schedule than that.

"You used to think that it was so easy",

you used to say that it was so easy.

"But you're trying, you're trying now."

Doobies? Doobie Brothers?

Gerry Rafferty.

My first job was writing
record reviews...

You remember stuff.
I'll tell you what else I remember:

You didn't take me down to
Baker Street when you could've.

If you had, we could come
to an agreeable compromise

now over milkshakes and handjobs.

But you didn't.

I get that your ass
is chapped, Lucien...

When you were US Attorney,

you dealt your goods all over the place.

But not to me.

You wanna go to Baker Street,
baby, we'll go now.

Tell me how I can serve you.

The reason I came here is:
I want your comment

on the story I am running.

Why did you bow to pressure
and fail to prosecute?

Who'd you make the sweetheart deal with?

What do you think happens
when a man resorts to threats

in an effort to solicit my attention?

What do you think happens to that man

when I'm seated in
the State AG's office?

That's assuming you win.

And if I were the sort of fella
who liked to throw the dice,

that's not the direction I'd toss 'em.

You should know,
that's not how dice work.

You're not the only man in
this town with a dick to swing.

- You've got enemies.
- Oh.

I've got a good idea about who they are.

Who put you up on this nonsense.
I won't say the names.

But I will say:
I've found their help comes cheap.

Hell, sometimes free.

Oh. You're too old not to know
that what's free is flimsy.

You want this story to be true so badly

that it's got you believing in unicorns.

No. Nothing so exotic as that.

Just corruption.

- Yours.
- Porter.

"This city desert
makes you feel so cold.

It's got so many people,
but it's got no soul."

Remember that.

I'm offering you a
glimpse of the future:

You publish that piece,

it'll backfire.

First round of pink slime is
on me after this baby comes in.

- That stuff is horrifying.
- I don't mind it.

We can fry it, with some hot chiles,

or use it as a base for soup and...

Here it is.

What?

Problems in Chickenland?

The motherfucking report's delayed.

Why?

Motherfuck if I know.

I need to get with Mobilized Meals.

Find out why Chicken Man's in the vapor.

- Where you going?
- Arkansas.

To fix this.

I looked at the gap
in our cyber defense.

I identified the vulnerability
and stitched it up crudely,

but it's gonna take a day or two
to reliably address the issue.

Make it a day, not two.

You got it.

Thank you, Cook.

Keep Sara in the loop on this.

Ran it by her first.

...just the most considerate
kid you'd ever seen.

No, not considerate like she
did nice things for people.

Considered like she was always

measuring information around her.

That sounds about right.

Only now they're
considerate in both ways.

No, no, she was sweet, too.

When she was real little,
she always told me

that when she grew up
she wanted to marry me.

Now I wonder what I should
have read into that.

Affection.

And that when I was six,
I didn't know that many people.

Well, it was cute, anyway.

I got some work to do.

Douglas,
it was a pleasure talking with you.

Thank you for showing me around.

Excluding you, every person you see

in this office is under my employ.

They have chosen to work
here because they respect me

- and they respect my vision.
- They're smart to.

In the future,
if you find yourself in conversation

with one of them, pay close attention

to the pronouns they
use in reference to me.

This talk again, huh?

You came to see me.
I thought you were ready.

To use your "preferred pronouns..."

They're the ones used
by those who respect me.

Without the quotes.

I'm sorry, kid. I'm trying to get there.

I missed ya. That's why I'm here.

- Yes?
- Can I...?

Speak freely.

I just got off the phone with
Grigor Andolov's number two.

He wants to know
"when you're going to start

fucking earning?"

Now.

I just decided to work on a derivative.

What kind of derivative?

- An homage to Vadim Linetsky.
- Oh.

You're in a 'path integral methods'
sort of mood, are you?

- Would you like to help me?
- You bet.

You fucked me.

Closed the damn gate,
left me north of the wall.

I got fired.

- And went bankrupt.
- Yes.

Those things did happen.

And I feel for you,
for what you've been through.

But them's the breaks?

Well... yes.

You didn't have the evidence.

All those kids on the street exhaling

these big ass clouds
of pi�a colada poison?

They're my evidence.

But you were a whistleblower
without a whistle.

I did the right thing.
You said you'd help.

You brought me on.

And then you yanked the rug
and I ended up on my ass.

And now you're running
for I-don't-know-what-the-fuck,

and I'm living with my mom.

This is your mom's house, huh?

And there's like six
kids on this block alone

that I gotta watch sucking
on these SugarVape products

like they're pacifiers.

Would you have preferred
that your mother

lose this place after she mortgaged it

to help you pay for
the massive civil suit

SugarVape would have
brought against you?

You didn't think of that, did you?

I wouldn't let her do that.

They have professionals on staff

whose only job is: sell their bullshit.

That's what corporations do.

If they're willing to
poison kids for profit,

nothing's off the table.

- Fuck. You're right.
- Yeah.

I shielded you... and your mother...

from the retribution SugarVape
was prepared to unleash.

But if you let that article run,
they'll sue.

And they'll go after your mom,
because she's got the money...

They'll take her house.

Her furniture. Her paintings...

And I'm not in the position

to protect you anymore.

What can I do?

If you want,

I can tell you how to
walk back your statements.

Good news, Lonnie.

I've coaxed the genie
back into his bottle.

Article ain't happening.

So your firm can host my fundraiser

and we can continue this
little symbiosis of ours.

Another fucking chicken farm.

Actually that one's not a farm.

It's a quarantine facility. Sick birds.

Gross.

Try him again.

I've called him a dozen times.
He's not answering.

Maybe somebody else got to him,
paid him to fuck up the index.

Hall, what do you have?

Well, they sealed up the
cracks in their system.

We lost digital access.

We knew they would.
But that was quick, no?

Like I said: I know their guy.
He's got some moves.

Anyway, digital access is gone,
but I have what's left to us.

- What's that?
- A visual.

How?

You have something on
one of their employees?

Taylor would be able to root
out a guilty conscience.

Most people who want
privacy in this city

have privacy glass.

If they don't,
they have their windows treated.

- That is privacy glass.
- Of course it is.

You're telling me Taylor
doesn't have privacy glass?

They do. But I have this...

It's Israeli.

It uses a spatial light modulator,

and that allows me to take pictures

that people don't want me to take.

Very handy.

The Israelis do not fuck around

when it comes to their spy equipment.

But why is it in your hands

instead of set up taking
goddamned pictures.

Oh, it is. This one's for personal use.

Don't you love the notation for bolding?

The double stem?

Yes. I do.

Finding a satisfying
answer is a good thing.

Probably why you and I
were always at our best

when we kept things mathematical.

Sure. But even when one
keeps things mathematical,

a satisfying solution
isn't always available.

So you change the math.

Human beings can't command math.

You can't bend it to your will.
It doesn't exist to satisfy you.

This is an example.

Linetsky knew if he were
to create a derivative,

it would develop organically
in a way he couldn't control.

His only options were
to learn to understand

and accept where it was taking him,
or step away.

He had to be able to live with that.

Yeah.

We're all trying to
understand and accept.

Casa de Chicken?

This is it.

I told you he wasn't around.

Oh fuck...

He's fucking dead?

Most people don't
nap in that position, so yeah.

Dead seems like a real safe bet.

Get out of there.

Figure out who's gonna take his place

and find a way to motivate
that person in our direction.

Otherwise your chicken business
will consist of you asking:

you want original recipe
or extra fucking crispy?

On top of it...

Chicken Man is dead.

And so is our position
unless Bill can figure out

a way to defibrillate it...

Anything on tap?

Order in. School night.

- Yeah. Me too...
- You!

- Fuck you, Connerty.
- What am I missing?

Your boss here fed me a bogus story.

What? No I didn't.

Ray Cruz just rescinded his offer

to go on record for the article.

Now why would he do
that if the whole story

wasn't bullshit from the start?

I'm not sure,
but the story's not bullshit.

You know, Chuck Rhoades tried to warn me

you were smoke screening me.

I should have listened to him, but I...

Uh. Excuse me. Hi. I'm Kate Sacker.

- Lucien Porter, editor of...
- I know who you are.

And I know the SugarVape case well.

I have no idea what
Chuck told you about it,

but I do know that he's motivated to lie

for his own benefit on this one.

Doesn't matter.

Cruz isn't going on record anymore.

I've got a big
chunk of empty column space.

And you've been a fat waste of time.

Start thinking of a make-up call.

It's the least of what I'm owed.

Listen, whatever Chuck pulled with Cruz,

I will undo tomorrow.

I will do this because I can,
and because I'm generous...

which you will see in the near future.

In return, give us a day.

And when Cruz corroborates,
you'll be able to

run your story as planned.

Mmm.

You could not get uni
like this back home.

Back home is hundreds of
miles from any body of water.

Yeah. But you know it's all frozen

on the boat and flown in, anyways.

- Right?
- I'm aware.

But the best stuff gets bought
up at the New York fish market

before the rest of it
gets loaded onto the plane

for the short hop flight.

Thing of beauty, isn't it?

All written out like this.

It is.

Hey kid.

You know I don't think that

'woke' stuff is all worthless
or for idiots

just because I'm no good at it.

Right?

I know it matters.

Right.

Do I need a girlfriend?

Do you?

Suddenly have a craving for antiquing

and long walks in the Hamptons?

Post-brunch reach-arounds anyway...

Got something for you.

It's a giant Reggie Bar, right?

Better.

Let's see it.

You lied.

It's not better than a Reggie Bar.

There's no nougat.

Reggie Bar didn't have nougat either.

But it was a thing of beauty. Like this.

This is the can opener
in the fallout shelter.

Nicely done.

My pleasure. Enjoy.

Wiki me up to speed.

Taylor knows I'm
front-running their positions.

They figured it out.

This is their solution to that,
how they're gonna spin it

to pick up the basis points
that we were stealing.

Obvious.

So obvious...

You don't need to come
to the casino thing.

If you're not up for it, I mean.

Of course I do.

I thought killing that article
would have cured this migraine.

They're tension headaches.

Well, there is one practice

I've found helpful in tension relief...

I'm not a dispensary
handing out palliative care.

But if you're in the mood
for something mutual,

I can go make sure the kids are asleep.

I've literally got the proverbial...

Headache.

Sure.

Really, Wend. I don't want to drag you
up there with me if it's...

You can pretend you're not a politician,

and I can pretend I'm
not a politician's wife.

But we agreed getting you
back to being a prosecutor,

it's your calling.

So that's where we are right now.
And what we are.

You're right.

I know, you're right.

And you still have those headaches...

because, article or not,

Jock and Connerty are
still coming after you.

Right about that too.

Just not sure what to do about it yet.

Ow.

We got six more stops.

Let's get a good, quick count,
and we'll be on the road.

Ah, shit.

They've sent in the flying squad.

There's fucking seven of them.

Well, then you got six more guys
to deal with than anticipated.

What are the chances
they can all be bought?

It doesn't look good.

Arnold Rothstein bought the White Sox,

including Shoeless Joe.

Get it done.

All nighter?

I always forget you can do the math.

What can't I do?

Field surgery?

Keep talking, we'll find out.

If you don't mind my asking,
why the cold feet?

Man who hangs kitten-Jesus
in his living room

doesn't usually get cold feet.

It's my ma's. I'm an atheist.

Sure.

- Well.
- It's not cold feet.

I just... I can't risk what I got left.

And I definitely don't want
to put my ma in danger.

Yeah. I know it's been
a hard ride for you.

But it's not an outrageous question.

Right when you have a
chance to get some steam

behind your case with this article,

right when you almost have
the justice that you deserve,

publicly, you back out.

I just want to know why.

I really appreciate you looking out

for the little guy in the ring,
and that you think

it's the right thing to
do to stand in his corner.

But it isn't.

No.

The right thing is to get
his ass out of the ring

so he's not taking punches.

No, the right thing to do
is to get Triple G

to go in the ring for him
and fuck the other guy up.

So come on.

I'm the Triple G of
the Southern District.

Lemme get in the ring for you.

And I'm sure you are. But no thanks.

At the end of the day,
I just don't wanna get sued.

Mm. So that's what you think.

Yeah.

Well, I have an idea who told you that.

But Chuck Rhoades lied to you.

He said you'd say that.

Did he also remember to
tell you about your payout?

SugarVape's not gonna sue you.
Or your mother.

You're going to sue them.
And you're gonna score.

Wait, what?

- I am?
- That's right.

Because I'm going to
prosecute SugarVape myself,

and even though I cannot
promise a conviction,

I can promise that I will make damn sure

to bring out all the facts
that'll allow you to qualify

as a federal whistleblower.

And get paid.

Big time.

Your guest room is comfortable.

Flatscreen in there...

- 4K?
- Five.

You know, you make me proud.

My little girl did well for herself.

I'm sorry.

To me, you're still my little girl.

No, I'm not.

You were once.

Not really.

Well, I'm proud.

You challenge yourself.
Even more than I do.

See?

You put the spoon on the bottom;
it's harder than the fork.

Only one point of
contact with the surface

as opposed to a full line.

Harder.

You win.

You know you get it from me.

Define "it."

That unyielding compulsion
to get it right.

Precision. Perfection.

Just like me.

If you want, you can stick
around for a few more days.

Yeah?

Your mother won't miss
me getting in her way

back home for a little while longer.

Of course, I'll have to eat
the cost of the flight home,

- but it's worth it.
- I'll pay for it.

I wasn't...

All this?

I could have done it.

But they didn't even have
hedge funds back then.

Not that I'd heard of.
So I went aerospace.

Figured I'd build something...

I wish I'd been able
to give it all to you,

is what I'm saying.

Ah.

Don't listen to me, kid. Just rambling.

Okay.

I won't.

Well.

I'm glad we'll have more time together.

I am too.

I'm glad you're happy.

I hate to interrupt you
while you're on the verge

of solving pi,

but they're about to put out a
new count on the bird surplus.

- Shit...
- Shit...

Number's high. We're out of position.

Costing us plenty.

Fuckin' Bill. Bill!

I got a solution to
our chicken problem...

A final solution.

Bill?!

Did he just say...?

Oh shit, it's a chicken holocaust.

_

Shit.

Fuck!

I guess you can hear the
bells ringing for the departed

from all the way Upstate.

Son, did you actually prosecute anyone

when you were US Attorney?

I'm skipping the casino.

Damage control is best
performed without an audience.

And yes, by the way, thousands.
Most successfully.

So you say.

And absolutely not on
skipping this event.

It's more important than
ever that you show up.

We both know your fundraiser's

gonna be canceled,
if it hasn't been already.

You hide in shame now
and people will wonder

what other weaknesses and depravities

there are to discover.

You'll get up here,
wear a nice suit,

put your arm around that pretty wife,

smile big and face the people.

Bill.

Bill, what are you about to do?

What I always do for you:
whatever I have to.

Yes, but specifically,

what are you about to do right now?

What's in the bag, Bill,
what's in the bag?

A capon with a case of H5N1-B.

Just enough to freeze transport

on a few hundred
thousand infected birds.

Prices will skyrocket.

You intend to kill a few
hundred thousand chickens?

They're getting killed anyway.

This just accelerates the process,
that's all.

- That's a good point.
- Right, so...

But there is a cost-benefit analysis

to take into consideration here...

that of poisoning the food supply.

One I am familiar with. As you know.

One that requires
meticulous calibration.

Or else we're all in Contagion:

Gwyneth Paltrow dead on the gurney

and Matt Damon as the
last living man on earth.

If I don't do this...

...it's gonna be a huge loss.

- He's right about that.
- It's okay.

It's not okay!

I'm the guy who delivers.

Yeah. Most of the time, you are.

But, and I can't believe
I'm fucking saying this:

we can't all be right all of the time.

Sometimes...

you just gotta take a loss.

Forget it, Bill.

It's Chickentown.

_

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I just need a second to
get the game face on.

You weren't kidding about the game face.

Nope. Shall we?

Let's go act like winners.

Fuck me!

There's a mistake.

That's good, right?

Lay back, let them run with it,
blow themself up...

Only Taylor doesn't make math mistakes.

No.

It's a Sicilian message.

It's a Kappa Mu Epsilon message.

They knew they were being watched.

A lot of effort to lead
you on a snipe hunt.

I think they're the one hunting.
For something bigger.

The Treaty of Versailles.

John! How are ya?

Nice to meet you.

- Hi.
- Keep these guys...

Can I have a group photo?

Yes. Of course. Shall we?

You two on this side.

Did you see that?

They're avoiding being
photographed with you.

All of them.

Nice spot... for one of us to go over.

I don't want to be at war with you.

Yeah.

I got that you were proposing armistice

the second I looked at the algorithm.

But you should have
considered the joys of peace

before you assassinated the Archduke.

It's a distraction. To me, and to you.

It prevents us both from
operating at our full potential.

Oh. So you'd like to calm the blood feud

for the sake of self-actualization?

I'd like to end it because
it's the rational thing to do.

That's convenient,
that you can fall back

on what's rational just
'cause you don't like

the consequences of your actions.

Bullshit.

You're frustrated.

Good.

It's gonna get worse.

You're not seeing the board:

You walked into a trap with Grigor.

You bought into a
worthless robotics company

to deny me leverage, which I got anyway.

And now you've killed a day
going through a numbers game.

- And here you are.
- And here you are.

Unable to operate unencumbered.

Waiting for the next attack.

Wondering where it's gonna come from.

Yes. Sure.

But you aren't able to
operate freely either.

You're planning attacks.
Then defending from a response.

Let's stop.

Not waste ourselves on each other.

Our time and energy are too valuable.

Is that all?

I'll offer you attractive
terms to invest in my firm.

The Street will know
that I am blessed by you,

but also, that I am giving you a look.

In reality,
I won't be giving you that look...

and since I sealed our leaks
you won't be getting them

on your own either.

But the story will be
enough for it to appear

that you are in the dominant position.

Okay.

Fine.

Can I trust you on this?

You're the fucking genius,
figure it out.

Did you agree to a truce?

Did they buy it?

Well. They're a trusting person.

So we'll see.

Time to set up the next part.

? Steel bars wrapped all around me ?

? I've been your prisoner
since the day you found me ?

? I'm bound forever
till the end of time ?

? Steel bars ?

? Steel bars ?

Thank you so much! Thank you!

It's incredible.

He's never stopped.

He's never let his audience down.

- Never quit on them.
- Yeah.

And they never quit on him, either.

Some are built that way.

The rest of them quit

or die...

That's the way a legend oughta be.

That's the way a legend oughta be.

I'll never quit.

I'll never die.

Head still pounding, huh?

Yeah.

Don't worry about all these
motherfuckers, my boy.

Just stay standing.

Longer than the next guy.
And the guy after that.

Do whatever you need
to do to outlast him.

If he loses,

you win, son.

Please welcome back

Michael Bolton!

The difference between us, Bob...

one of the many... is:

I've spent the last 8 or so years

putting people in jail.

You've spent them making
people unbelievably wealthy.

Mm. My way tends to gather more friends.

That it does.

And yet, here we are.

Friends.

Of a sort.

Oh, I have traded
pleasantries and handshakes

with some truly disagreeable people.

And whatever it says about
me as a person, I'll admit,

I'm willing to do it

with a million more of
them to achieve my ends.

Willingness to fraternize
with the depraved...

- powerful weapon.
- Oh.

- You have to be willing.
- Yeah.

'Cause someone else
out there certainly is.

Mm.

It's not enough this time though.

I'm not going to win this
election by that alone.

- No?
- No.

I need your assistance on this one.

Starting with the primary.

And I don't just mean money.
Though I also mean money...

- That's a big ask.
- Well.

The only way I take office is
if I outlast the other guy.

And right now he's
got plenty in the tank

to get him to the finish line.

I need you to help me drain him of that.

You want me to help put you

in the State Attorney General's office.

I do.

Last time you were a lawman,
it wasn't so good for me.

This time it'll be different.

You sure about that?
I've seen a lot of Westerns.

A man changes when he puts on that star.

No sir. Not on the inside.

I wear the badge,
I'll be able to do for you.

Favors reap favors.

And I'm sure there's a favor or two

I could help you with.

I have something in mind, yeah.

Name it.

I'll do that on the
other side of the war.

Thank you.

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