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Foley is going to come forth.
With what he knows about me.

About us.

Foley is terminal.

He didn't see a doc
until it was everywhere.

So I'm proud of all of
you put through college

by the memorial foundation so far.

Elysian Fields.

This development is my legacy.

This would be a disaster and
create a possible scandal.

It's all you say it is, Dad.
Let's do something with this.

I... in my private life...

in the confines of my happy marriage...

with my consenting wife...
practice sadomasochism...

I am done hearing you talk.

By day's end,
you will be the presumptive

Attorney General of New
York goddamned State.

Congratulations, Chuck.
Can't wait to work together.

Thank you, Anthony.

It's such a treat watching you work.

It's good to love what you do.

- Enjoy, guys.
- Thank you.

Mmm.

Man. So, to our new AG.

- Oh.
- Long may he rule.

- Bravo.
- Thank you. Uh...

It's an honor all around...

Wendy's first night out in a month.

Well, the chance at a perfect pizza...

in total privacy...
was too much to pass up.

Privacy? If the only way I
could eat this pizza was naked,

in the middle of Times Square, I would.

Yeah. You would.
You might even prefer it.

The problem is,
you'd be sure to undress me, too.

Whether I wanted it or not.

You're doing this, here?

You did it.

It's really only the ones
we love, huh...

- That make you want to kill them?
- Hmm.

Exactly.

See.

Yes.

But even that you know the story ahead,

there's no starting from
zero for me anymore.

- Used to be.
- Mm. Mm.

I could say: I'm Wendy.

Go from there. I could add Rhoades,

and to someone in finance
it meant one thing,

to someone in government another.

If I'd say Dr. Wendy Rhoades,
it meant something else.

Still holds.
All that still holds, yeah...

Or I could say:
I work at a hedge fund...

- Uh-huh.
- ...and we're off in a different direction.

But I was the one
to decide the what and when.

Build a relationship. Now?

They just know... all of it.

Everybody does.

Chuck was in a tough spot.

Yeah, there wasn't many
moves he could make to win,

- so he chose the one...
- Yeah. He did. He chose.

And now I can't walk down the street.

And I'm no longer a blank slate

for the guys I'm supposed
to treat, inspire, change.

There's this giant thought bubble

just sitting there between us.

And it features me
with whips and chains.

When I misplay something publicly

and I feel like
everyone's staring at me,

I take comfort in this fact:

most people are self-absorbed
narcissistic assholes.

So they might revel in
your shit for a minute,

because it distracts them from theirs.

But after that minute,
they're gonna forget about you,

just go right back to
their own shitpile.

Thank you.

What do you say we start at zero?

Deal.

- Bobby...
- Hmm?

This is what's known as a keeper.

- I'm gonna go have a few drags.
- I'll join you.

- It'll blow over.
- Yeah? I dunno.

She's been that angry at me before.

- What'd you do to fix it?
- Uh...

Few million dollars,
an Italian sports car,

a piece of the profits,
and I stopped suing you.

And to be honest,
she was still a little pissed.

- For a long time.
- Yeah, so, I dunno.

You'd do the same again,
exactly as before,

even knowing her anger.

As you, too,
would have stayed the course.

Mm. You know,
people think guys like us don't care

about the consequences of our actions.

- We do care. A fuck of a lot.
- Yeah.

Yet still we forge on.

As we must.

Mmm. Good.

- Mmm.
- Eat up.

I need you strong for tomorrow.
Got another project for you.

Ah. The ask.

Well, I did earn your seat,
much as you did.

Forge on.

Taylor Mason.

A Wall Street scalp.

Should be just like old times for you.

Financial crimes against the People

are always of interest.

And for you, I'd love to and I will.

But, uh, while Jack Foley
rode the pale horse

before I could take my vengeance,

I've got other names on my hit list

I don't intend to let escape so easily.

You can do your thing but
you gotta do my thing.

Mm-hmm. Well, I just got rid of Grigor,

- which hurt Taylor financially...
- Yeah. Not bad enough.

I want them in a fucking cell.

I see.

Do you know if Taylor's
even done anything illegal?

Never stopped you before.

My master work, Biancarosa.

But I need my sanitation permits.

Mixed use development.

Sixteen new buildings,
four of them so high...

I know, I read your brochure...

...that when you're in the penthouse,

God looks up to you.

And you know all we have
to do to get started...

Hey.

We need to take those
expectations down a notch.

The old price isn't the new price.

To do all this I'm gonna need thirty.

I'll find you the money.

But I need those permits.

I never wanted Grigor Andolov's money.

I lobbied against it once.
But then I took it on.

And it sustained us
like an internal organ

and now, without it, we're gutted.

And it's not just about his money.

When our reduced AUM goes public,

our investors will be wondering

about our stability and
flowing out with him.

I still look at you like Vincent
Vega did Jules Winnfield...

the smartest and toughest
fella in the room.

Thank you, Mafee.

But I really don't need people
telling me how smart I am.

I don't feel very smart at the moment.

I built a turbo engine here

and the nitrous tank blew up in my face.

So we've learned that lesson

and now: we do the thing you do best.

Both of you.
Go invest in undervalued equities.

Let me do the thing I do best:

create the most helpful environment

in which for you do it.

- Yes.
- To that end, I have made a move.

Investor Relations.

You know how Winston Wolfe
solved dead body problems?

This one solves dead
balance sheet problems.

Is she super young, early 20s,

- too hip for this business?
- Mm.

In that case,
I think she's already here...

Welcome, Lauren...

Lauren Turner,
this is Taylor Mason, your boss.

Pickle juice?

Best hangover cure I have found.

And I have searched.

Don't worry, this is not where I shine.

This is where I store up energy

so that I can shine later.

What... What do you need, boss?

A Grigor-sized replacement.

Those don't exist. Not for you.

- Not today.
- Fuck.

- Don't sugarcoat it.
- I'm ready to kill.

Just not sure who...

There aren't a lot of institutions

allocating right now.

Not in the ten-figure zip code.

I can think of one.
Right here in the City.

Bravest, you know?

The New York Firefighters Fund.

Axe's firefighters?

They were. But not lately.

They are allocating up to
three point one billion

from the pension and health fund.

And are currently hearing pitches.

- Is that correct?
- It is.

And they'll never touch him again.

You are Axe by association.

Go make them.

Johnny-Boy...!

How's the fund?

We're crushing it like
Richard Petty did Daytona.

That's an age-weighted reference
for my benefit, isn't it.

Noted and appreciated.

And your wife and...

We just had our second kid,

another boy, three months ago.

Yeah. Yeah, I, uh...

- You sent a gift, don't worry.
- Good.

Now, I know you're positive
on the quarter, so what's up?

Yeah. Returns are solid.

So I, uh, wanted to come by
and say thank you.

For backing me,
putting me through B-school...

Of course. Of course.

Your dad, rest in peace,
he would have done it.

And I see you give back
to the Foundation...

And for backing me,
with your capital and your endorsement

when I opened up my own place.

Well, a smart kid like you
wouldn't come work for me,

you know, I had to find some way
to keep a little piece of you.

Well, I am happy
to make it pay off for you.

102 million.

Your initial investment compounded

net of fees with a profit of 17 million.

You're cashing me out?

My redemption period ends tomorrow.

I wanted to clean things up,
bring it over myself.

To say thank you.

In our business,
people never give back the money.

So why are you giving back the money?

You know, most people are happy

when they're handed a
hundred million-plus.

You grew it, so that's why
I want you to keep it.

And I'm... I'm thrilled...
I'm grateful that I, uh,

had the opportunity to do that for you.

Talk... Talk more.

About how that gratitude results in you

spitting my capital back in my face

like Furiosa did to Nux in Fury Road.

An age weighted reference.
Noted and appreciated.

Uh huh.

Axe. You know that I
wrestled back at Princeton.

Sure, used to get
the updates from your mom.

Well, I... I crushed it
my sophomore year, 197.

Then I lifted all summer,

I came back as a
heavyweight my junior year,

I was bloated and overconfident,

and I got smashed.

This is that:

My assets under management
went over a billion.

I don't want the same thing to happen.

So, a few more stops
today paying out gains

and I'll be back to where I want to be:

in my weight class, nimble.

I don't think this is advised.

Come on. I'll be fine.

And, again, thank you.

I need to know who else this
kid cashed out. And why.

'Ae, Kimo.

Tell the staff not to clap
when I come in today, Donna,

let's just get to work.

I know they're gonna
want to celebrate it.

But, uh, it's not dignified.

No clapping. Really...

- In Japanese lore...
- Ah! Fuck me...

...the shinobi,
descended from a half-man, half-crow,

could slip into the shogun's palace

and open his radial
artery while he slept.

The lord would exsanguinate

before he knew he was cut.

Bryan. I can see you clear as day.

Your suit is blue, not black.

You already cut me
and I'm still standing.

Next time it'll be my turn.

What do you want?

I come in the spirit
of cooperation, Chuck.

I know you're gonna be sending me

your most choice, high-resource cases,

and I wanted to ensure a smooth handoff.

Thought we might even discuss

some of the finer points in person.

I can't imagine I'd be
sending you anything

but a hearty 'how's my ass taste?'

As you must surely know,

since you are loitering
outside my chambers,

and those of an elected
official at that.

Have a good first day.

And if you change your
mind about those cases,

you sure know where my office is.

You guys may have taken this whole
'no clapping' thing too far.

I took a pay cut and
came over here from SDNY

specifically so I could punch
some wrong-doers in the face.

No one's stopping you.
Who's stopping you?

The State of New York, which ironically

grants the AG very
few powers by statute.

Yes. But the rest of my armament
is granted by executive order.

As in the governor...

Well apparently he woke
up with morning wood

and decided to jam it
right up our hind quarters.

I went to file
for a records subpoena

on Taylor Mason like you asked,

and the clerk refused to issue it.

Seems we have no authority at all,
currently.

I know where this started.

Half-crow, half-cowboy, all sonofabitch.

- Who else?
- I've been checking around.

I haven't gotten answers
from all parties yet...

- Who else?
- This is something

you should really let me be thorough on.

- Rush to judgement's no good here...
- Wags.

No one.

You're the only one
John Rice cashed out.

- Fuck.
- I'm sorry, fr�.

You being 'sensitive' is intolerable.

- Stop it.
- Oh, thank God!

Let me do it.

Let me loose the hounds
of hell on this ingrate,

this near-millennial scumbag.

I will flay his skin from his bones

and I won't stop until...

Is the idea that if
you get here real early

and don't turn the lights on,

no one will come looking for you?

Oh, did I forget to turn on the lights?

No. You didn't forget.

I didn't.

Yet you walk in.

Well, I need you.

Something you should have thought about

before taking Chuck's side.

Oh. I was taking your side.

'Cause it's not healthy for
you to be in a place of shame

or disgrace. No reason to.

This all hurts you, actually.

How am I supposed to do what I do?

No way.

This makes you better.

This makes you more of an exotic species

they need to impress
with their alpha dog energy.

This office isn't
where we talk about me.

But thank you.

Now...

John Rice.

Kid walked in here and
handed me back my money.

Only you?

No. Not what he said, but yes.

Is it the rejection
or the embarrassment?

Normally, a guy takes

what I consider to be an
aggressive line against me,

I cut him down like the Mongol hordes.

But this time you don't
feel the hot anger,

the need to destroy.

Oh, no, that's still there.

But it's not the top note.

I don't know what's going on. I...

It's...

Oh. Some sensation.

You're suffering an
actual emotional wound.

That's why you don't know
what the fuck's going on.

Your feelings are involved.

I don't traffic in those much.

There's a world in which
this is all your fault.

Enraged but listening.

What did you, if not promise,

then at least pledge to him?

You know I take care of school.

He was already in college,

his dad had set aside money for that.

- I did B-school.
- What else?

Well, to be there for him.

Well. Be a stand in.

An ear. A shoulder.

And have you?

All you really offered him was money,

when what he needed was a mentor.

A bit of personal connection.

Did he expect me
to take him to the ballgame

and the fucking zoo...?

You know this is about Taylor, right?

This feels like that to you.

Like one of your kids spurned you.

And through your anger,
what you're really wondering:

is if it's all your fault.

Huh.

You may be right.

And now I know what to do.

Well. We need you here.

Upstairs. And in this room
with your door open and your lights on.

Rebecca was right.

You've made this thing
bigger than it is.

Just like you and John Rice.

No. Because I know what he thinks.

And what he did.

You have no idea who's
talking about you.

Or if anyone even is.

So either you confront it head on,

or let it go.

But don't keep giving it power over you

by staying in the dark.

Thank you.

They were supposed to have it
hung by start of business today,

- but they fucked it up.
- Welcome to state politics, Bob.

I know why you're here.

I thought we were looking
forward to working together.

Ah. That's just something
you say on election night.

What do Jock Jeffcoat and
his disciples have on you?

This isn't about me, Chuck... or you.

This is about the People.

Jock threatened to go Federal on my ass.

Freeze funds, delay funds, yank funds.

Unless you yanked my powers?

So, what was I supposed to do?

Uh. Fight harder. You're the governor.

They're your people.
Be their fucking champion.

Stand up for the blessed sovereignty

of the States versus the Fed.

That's why we bowed and scraped
to get these fucking jobs.

Wow. It sounds so good when you say it.

But I'd rather be the guy
that didn't run out of money

to keep the streets clean
and safe in his first week.

I'm sorry that leaves you
impotent, Chuck.

But you'll get used to it.

I've got the lattice
grid fin prototype...

Machined it myself.

Once I caught the harmonic
frequencies on the lathe,

the cuts got finer.

It'll hold up to wind tunnel tests,

I just need to rent
the tunnel to be sure.

Here...

Materials. Equipment.
Expenses that need to be covered

to get us to a place

where aerospace firms will be believers.

Buyers.

Not the best time.

I'm trying to get money
flowing in not out.

- Why?
- Because it's been flowing out.

Flowed. Like a geyser.

Why is that such a problem?

I'm not being simple.
I want to understand.

I need size. To do what I do.

The margins on the trades are small

so we rely on the amounts being big,

to pull down real profit.

I'm not interested in being boutique.

I didn't want to say,

because I'm impressed
with what you've built.

And the culture.

But there are other things you can do

at the highest level.
Not just make money.

This is about your old boss...
Axelrod, isn't it?

About making more money than him?

That's right.

More than anyone else
on the Street too...

in absolute returns.

And to do it again next year.
And the year after.

I get it, you're a competitive animal.

I guess I didn't expect such...
machismo from you.

I might find your effort at
exploring my true purpose

a little more affecting
if it didn't feel like

the purpose you wanted me
to pursue instead was yours.

Sorry. I'll keep
refining the CNC program...

until you're ready.

Axe.

Hey. Uh...

I know why you gave the money back.

I fucked up.

Should have done more than said hi

each time I checked in on my account.

Please.

Your father.

He was a mentor to me at the old firm.

I was supposed to stand in,

try to fill that role for you...

Yeah. Not that anyone could.

- He used to take you fishing.
- Yeah.

Sun Valley.

Fly fishing for, uh,
rainbows and monster browns.

Yeah. What about salt water?
You ever do that?

- Out in the deep water...
- Dad? No. Never.

Strictly, uh... Strictly rivers.

Let me take you.

Let's hit it.

Yeah. Okay. When?

- Now.
- Axe...

Stripers aren't running,
but we can still chunk for them.

And blues are always a great fight.

All that to get me to keep your money?

Nah, forget about that. That's done.

You make plenty of money,
I make plenty of money.

This is about doing right.

About re-upping a job I slacked on.

Come on, let me do what I pledged to do.

As your father did for me.

Come on.

Okay.

Yeah. Fuck it.

Don't remember you ever
actually shopping, Dad.

My little blue helper.

I can't send the girl to pick it up.

Hard to explain when your
mother confides in her

that we haven't coupled since
Tony Orlando last charted.

No son should hear that kind of...

You should, Sonny.

Look around.

What do you see?

Pantyhose and deodorant.

Before there was a Duane
Reade on every corner,

this, and places like it,

is where history got made.

This was Toots Shor's place.

Chaplin came in for the steak.

I once witnessed Shor himself

drink Jackie Gleason under the table.

But more importantly,
half the Albany power brokers

enjoyed cocktails and rubbed shoulders

with mobsters and
Broadway stars in here.

This is where you met Black Jack Foley.

Right there.

At the bar.

And you dragged me over here to, what?

Uh, pour one out for him?

That's not why...

Dad, I'm pretty fucking busy.

Are you?

Because as I understand it,

- you've been spayed and neutered.
- Well, I plan to...

Whatever it is, it won't be enough.

The first time that I met Foley,

he told me about this alderman

who could barely tie his own shoes.

Rumor had it he was inbred.

But Jack Foley had it in his mind

that the mayor of Utica
needed to be replaced...

wasn't toeing the line, so to speak.

Let me just skip to the end.

So Black Jack took this idiot alderman

and made him mayor.

Oh, you are awfully smug for
a man with no real clout.

Anyway, one day,
as I'm getting out of the car,

they are cutting the grass

across the street from
my country place...

And you know who is pushing the mower?

The former mayor.

Yes. Of course he is.

I'm in it, Dad,
trying to get back my authority.

Aim higher!

Don't just get your juice back, Sonny.

Send a fucking message.

The Mayor wasn't toeing the line,

so Foley made him a lawn boy.

You've got to show them
what you do with power.

Now, for longer than he was your enemy,

Black Jack Foley was in your corner.

So take this one last lesson from him...

Make them fear me.

Your vengeance,

your whim,

your everything.

Jock Jeffcoat couldn't
keep me out of office.

But now he thinks he's found a way

to keep me from that office's powers.

He doesn't just think it. He did it.

So what are we gonna do?

I want you to look into
the State Assembly.

Start with Joe Scolari

and his cabal of senior legislators.

The ones who really pull the levers

of hydrodynamic shit in Albany.

I never mind snaking
through the sewer pipes,

but with our legal powers
currently curtailed...

We're not building a legal case,
not right now.

Just... I need you to get what you can

and I need you to get
it quickly and quietly.

Does it need to stand up in court?

Eventually. But for now
it just needs to be true.

Do it.

Uh, Wags?

Smoother? Any difference?

This thing's supposed to zap wrinkles.

Yeah, you look like Benjamin Button.

So, Rudy...
what was the name of that, um...

apparatus he had?

Ah, the fleshlight.

The repository for all of the
sadness of the male world.

And whose... model was it?

I believe he had the Lisa Ann.

She is a first ballot hall of famer.

You buying someone a gift?

You're password hunting.

I need to look at his social media.

Rudy's?

He'll be the easiest to get into.

I tried to get a keystroke log from IT,

but they erase every two weeks...

Chuck opened up a part
of my private life

when he made that speech.

Made me vulnerable.

Any employee's vulnerability

is a threat to Axe Cap and our business.

So I need to know what
our enemies are saying.

They're saying plenty.

Other firms. I went down a rabbit hole.

But Rudy is in contact
with our chief enemy, so...

'Password is no longer valid'.
He changed it.

May I?

Nicole Aniston.

Blair Williams.

No. Wait.

Cory Chase.

If you're a Lisa Ann fan,

you're a Cory Chase fanatic.

She's a national treasure.

Oh, hey... uh, Benjamin Button

at the beginning when
he's old and crusty,

or at the end when he's
got the baby smooth skin?

Right?!

Rods and bait are on board...

We gonna do this right?

Won't get any service out there anyway.

Yanks are making some good moves...

Oh. Fuck that.

Let's talk about the real stuff.

Your Dad.

You know,
I used to get my ass out of bed

at 4:30 every morning.

No matter what,
he always beat me to the office.

One morning, he's yea deep
slinging Asian long bonds...

yelling at everybody
to bring him a coffee,

not realizing it was only
6am and no one's in yet.

- No one but you.
- Fuckin' right.

So you made him coffee?

What am I, his secretary?

Oh. He didn't drink
the office swill anyway.

I went out for it.

Light and sweet.

He was impressed that I'd paid attention

to the stuff that didn't matter...

because of course it matters.

Everything fucking matters.

So I should pay
attention to the details?

And watch your six.

Same rules for investing, cards...

- And women...
- Exactly...

He was a hell of a gin player.

The partners would play
for five cents a point,

and he'd rough them all up.

I used to love watching that.

You got your meeting
with the smoke eaters.

- How?
- Johnny Utah's.

You wanted to know.

So, shots and a mechanical bull?

And my group of pretty,
personable young friends, yes.

Those are the raw materials,

but what I make of them is the art.

And I suddenly understand
why I now employ an IR person.

Now, onto the meeting itself,

a bit of forewarning.

Everyone is getting a half hour.

We got ten minutes.

The last slot before the board
breaks up for the season.

It's a mercy fuck.

These guys didn't want to see you

because you came up
under someone they hate.

If they buy MaseCap,

it'll be because you
sold them a better story.

A story about you that they
like more than they hate Axe.

Where is... everybody?

- Conference room.
- On what...

Whatever it is, I'm not needed.

- And neither are you.
- Or you'd be in there.

I think you might have forgotten to...

You will be called when and if needed.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Times of tragedy call for
silence and sustenance.

Hear hear. And what I want to add is...

Times of tragedy

call for silence and...

Well, we will all miss Black Jack.

He was like a father to me.

He was the type of man
I always wanted to be.

A breed that has been dying...

And now has died.

This is a real loss.

But it's also... a new day.

For just as he was not your father,

his vendettas do not live past him.

You are free to vote your
conscience and your interests.

And to once more embrace me.

Especially when to do otherwise

would not be in your interests.

Some conscientious members
of my investigative team

have collected this list of misdeeds

by the State Assembly.

- I see...
- Mm.

- This is unfortunate.
- It is.

Especially since you're on it.

Now, I can go and build all these cases

and hand them to the
press and the Feds...

The US Attorney himself
greeted me on my own steps

my first morning... inviting this.

Or, if you will substantiate
this information,

I could take a different path.

Ignore these violations...

by you and your closest confederates...

so long as you all vote
to restore my powers.

Times of tragedy call for...

Yes. Silence and sustenance.

And a new spirit of cooperation.

Okay. Keep on him.

Keep on him. Where is he?

- Here we go.
- You got him.

Oh, he's fighting. He's a fighter.

Get him tight on the line. Bring him in.

Good. He's a beaut!

- Bring him in.
- Yeah, he's fighting...

All right. You got him?

I got him. Whoo!

Aah! Nice.

- Oh, my God. Look at that.
- Yeah!

That's huge.

- Whoo!
- Nice fish.

You want to eat him,
or let him go to fight another day?

Throw him back.

Ah. A true sportsman.

- Want a beer?
- Yeah.

Ahh.

You know, before you call timeout,

you might want to check
with Chris Webber.

Sometimes, there are none available.

Mm. Here we go.

Oh, no. You want to hear this.

That's why you really came out here.

To have me talk some sense into you.

The way your dad would have.

I know how it is.

You have your ideas, your information,

your strategies.

And it all makes sense up
to a few hundred million.

And then you get to a
billion and you think:

how do I deploy all this?

You know? Will it work at this size?

Is my analysis solid enough?

And where's my edge gonna come from?

So you scan the horizon,

you throw yourself
against the questions,

and new strategies, on the new scale,

present themselves.
And you just get bigger.

It's the biological
imperative for guys like us.

Is it, though?

What else would it be?

Chasing?

When I think about managing,

much less making, another billion...

and not feeling that good about it...

I just want to go Natalie Wood
off the side of this thing.

That's another solid reference.

You know your history.

You got some philosophy.

The money that I spent to educate you

did not go totally to waste.

The best education,
though, is living it.

Don't imagine what it's
like to run two billion.

Or five. Or ten.

Just fucking run it.

Why do you think I staked you?

To be nice?

That's what school was for.

That's what the Christmas
presents were for.

The investment?

It's 'cause I saw something.

A work ethic.

Pride. Hunger.

But now I'm seeing
something I don't like.

Contentment?

Fear. The mind-killer.

I'm not afraid, Axe.

Good.

Should I tear up the check?

Got it in my pocket.

Maybe not yet.

Should we call it?

Sure.

Oh. You're fucking kidding me.

Maybe it's the fuel line?

What, on each of the engines?

Nah. We got a short somewhere.

This is Vanquisher.
41 degrees North, 71 West.

This is Tow-Ur-Boat.

We read you Vanquisher.

What's your situation?

We need a tow.

It's a busy day here, Vanquisher.

It'll... It'll be a few hours.

Uh. Keep us updated on
your position if you drift.

I'll give you ten grand if you
put us at the top of the list.

Damn, for real?

I would if I could...
But we're jammed up...

Make it a hundred.
I need to get the fuck in.

Shit, are you... are you kidding me?

Sorry, Vanquisher, b-both our teams

are already engaged on an emergency.

You and your hundred
are gonna have to wait.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I've got something,
and it stinks of garbage.

I'm inhaling.

We're years into a probe into
the City Sanitation Department.

A very interesting set of
permits just got expedited.

The beneficiary...

one Charles Rhoades, Senior.

Jake Biancarosa.

That's what my ma' named me.

You expedited permits for
Charles Rhoades, Senior.

Mm. That's a little below my level.

I don't personally concern
myself with all the paperwork...

I promise... whatever
he has on you, we have more.

Okay. Maybe he's a friend.

Would you be here on a maybe?

The FBI is diligent, Mr. Biancarosa,

they may build slow,
but they build to last.

We really do.

Shit, I knew I made
somebody following me...

Tell us how it works...

Nothing?

Nope.

So, what do you say...
enough folksy bullshit?

I know I'm the only one you cashed out.

It's truth time, huh?

Okay. Good.

Here's some truth for you:

I might take my fund to
twice its current size.

Or a hundred. I don't know.
I might go to zero.

But whatever happens...
I'm doing it without you.

That was the point.

See, my dad was home
enough for me to understand

what went on at the office.

Whom he respected.

And, um, that was not you.

When I got old enough, I heard
all the stories about how you worked.

And I knew the situation you
were in when the towers fell,

before the press even broke it.

But you weren't in a position
to move away from me.

No, I wasn't.

And now you are.

It took me years to get here.

And now, I don't want my fund
associated with your name.

And, uh, I don't want
to be associated with you.

I see.

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, John.

Lookit that...

When I was in seventh grade,
my father invented an airfoil.

Radical. Worth millions.

But taken from him by the
company he worked for.

He never saw a penny,
never got his name on the patent,

never got anything...

except fired,
as soon as it was convenient.

They stole his contribution and value.

He never saw it coming.

Never paid attention to
where he was vulnerable.

Or to what was stalking him.

Every other manager
walking through that door

is probably pitching
you investment strategy.

Giving you value, small cap,
hedge, bond, sector, global.

But they're not paying attention
to where you're exposed.

Or to what's stalking you.

- Which is?
- Death.

Smoke.

Fire.

Explosion.

Seventy percent of your members
will be injured in the line,

fifty-two percent of their families

are going to be owed survivor benefits.

You're gonna beat the Reaper?

Your members' bravery and service

are their contribution and value.

And if you're not careful,
it's going to get stolen.

I know this because my former
fucking boss tried to steal mine.

I didn't let that happen to me.

And I won't let it happen to you...

As known to us

from Paul's first letter
to the Corinthians,

brothers and sisters, behold.

I tell you a mystery.

We shall not all fall asleep,

but we will all be
changed in an instant,

in the blink of an eye.

Listen, Chuck, I'm prepping my eulogy.

I didn't save you a seat.
I'm sure there's some

- standing room in the back...
- Sorry, Governor,

but you have temporarily
curtailed my powers by fiat.

I can have them permanently restored

by act of the State Legislature.

I have the votes to override you.

How do you have the votes?

I have become aware of
a torrent of misdeeds...

crimes actually...
committed by our State Assembly.

When I made them aware that I was aware

there was a sudden
willingness to back me.

Yeah. In return you bury it all.

I can make you a myth, a legend,

a man to accomplish the unthinkable:

clean up Albany.

Sign off on this grant
of executive power.

And sign off on this order,

directing me to prosecute
Scolari and his cronies.

You will receive full credit.

- ...the Word that is written...
- Think of it, Governor,

you'll be in every New York newspaper,

on every Sunday morning show.

For weeks.

Right out of the gate.

The sting of death is sin,

and the power of sin is the law.

Thanks be to God...

I guess Jock can go fuck himself, huh?

...victory through
our Lord Jesus Christ.

Amen.

Amen.

How fortunate we all were to
live in the time of Jack Foley.

One of the last men of
might and principle.

He was a Caesar.

And what did they do at
the funeral of a Caesar?

At the funeral of Gaius Julius Caesar,

a man stood at the rostrum

and called out criminals
and conspirators.

Those in the senate that
would sully Caesar's city

and dishonor his legacy.

And I come today...

to do the same.

When the people heard what
they had done in the senate,

they set upon them, tearing some apart,

and forcing others from the city.

Now, I have been empowered
by my great friend,

your August governor...
not to allow bloodsport,

but to bring justice to the venal actors

who have betrayed our
great commonwealth...

Immunity!

I thought we had a deal.

No deal for you, pal.

And we will continue to purge these pews

until corruption has been
cleansed from the Empire State.

Oh, Jack, I hope
I have learned well from you,

that I have honored you,

and that I have given
you a proper sendoff...

Hey, uh, I'm sorry
I lost my shit out there.

I-I don't know if I even
meant half the stuff I said,

it's just...

you know, you reach a point
where you're your own man.

It doesn't matter if
someone is your dad...

or if they knew your dad... you just...

you want to make your own
decisions your own way.

- Believe me, I get that.
- I was hoping you would.

And who knows, maybe there's a world...

down the line...
where you do come back into the fund.

So, uh, let's keep an open channel.

In case. For the future.

John, John...

I tried. I really did.

I gave you every chance.

But you didn't know where
you were in the fucking hand.

Just like your old man.

Because the part of the
story I didn't tell you is:

your father may have
talked shit about me

and the way I went about earning.

But he bit off plenty of
big chunks from my sheet

when it came bonus time.

And, yeah, sure,

while he was a killer gin
player at five cents a point,

when the partners upped
the stakes to a dollar...

they mopped the fucking floor with him.

Because he was a piker who
couldn't handle the pressure

when the stakes were high.

And you are a chip off
the old fucking block.

Maybe I should take an
Uber back to the city.

Yeah.

You do that.

But first,

you might want to check your messages.

_

Wait, you...
you released a fucking interview

bashing my approach...

You got Birch and Malverne
and all those other guys to agree?

I didn't 'get them to.'

They just happened to.

Holy shit.

I... I've had a flood of redemptions.

And yesterday no one wanted out.

Right when no one
could reach you? Ouch...

Lemme guess, today you are down

about seventy, eighty percent

on assets under management.

I'd bet some of your investors

thought they were happy...

Some of 'em probably
needed a real shove...

Problems? Yeah,
I suppose I would call them problems.

Operational ones. Back office ones.

Strategic ones.

Enough for Axe to pull
all of his capital...

It killed him to pull that money.

You read the interview. And believe me

he'd backed this kid from the start...

Others I'm betting bolted

at the first sight of greener land...

I'm authorized to cut our fees.

We'll do a nine percent hurdle
rate for the first year...

which means you don't pay a
cent until we clear 10% returns

if you come over to Axe Cap.

It's a fucking free roll,
but it has to be now...

And your reputation
may not be entirely intact.

Yeah, Sag Harbor PD is going light,

but we've seen the photos of him
running red lights to Shinnecock

with powder on his upper lip.

His wife is going for
blood in the divorce...

At least half.

You want a fund manager
occupied with that shit?

Here's your script.

I'm bleeding out.

I mean, you...
you ruined my business, my name...

I told you never give back
the money, kid.

You said you wanted to stay small.

Small enough for you now?

I fuckin' knew you'd do it.

I am glad to have
deserved your confidence.

Congratulations.
You got what you wanted.

I know you don't understand...

I understand it's important to you.

How's the CNC program coming?

A few bugs, but it'll be ready

when the time for production comes.

Good.

I've decided I will help you
launch to the production stage.

Would you have done it if you
hadn't brought that new money on?

I did bring that new money on.

Come on! Bring it in!

- Yeah! Yeah!
- Cheers, you fucking brigands.

Another fuckin' drink.

- Hey!
- Hey!

- Yeah!
- So, we caught two blues,

a few sea bass and a nice striper...

You know, we did a bit better.

Of Rice's billion,
we put 741 million into play...

430 of it,
including your 100 and change,

came on board...

The rest exited and is in the ether...

"Sorry, Vanquisher, uh,

both our teams are already
engaged on an emergency."

A loss for him was a win for us today.

I never thought I'd be part of
a real life Wannsee Conference.

Or that it would be so much fun.

Livin' on the edge.

Come on. Let's keep it coming.

That was some great
work on the marine radio.

God, I wish I saw the look on his face.

Yeah, yeah!

You're back above ground,

finally letting the team see your face.

Turns out you and Rebecca were wrong.

But also right.

You weren't making more of it?

No, sir.

The thinnest Google search reveals

that people are fucking obsessed...

They want to know what whips I use,

what bustier I wear,

what Chuck sounds like when he squeals.

I'll admit to wondering
about two of those.

Kind of like a stuck pig.

Mm. Not that one...

The thing is: as I read it,
it stopped mattering.

Stopped really being about me.

Stopped having anything to do with me.

Because I don't know those people.
And they don't know me.

So you snapped the
computer shut and moved on?

I think you know I did not.

I had Rudy's sad social media password,

saw what the Mason
Capital folks were saying.

How bad?

About what you'd expect.

Gifs, photoshops of my head
on Dita Von Teese's body.

- Mm.
- Everyone piled on.

Except Taylor.

Oh. Taylor stayed above the fray?

No. More than that.

Told them to stop.

That someone my age shouldn't be mocked

for getting her kicks
however she needed to.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

I guess it makes sense.

After the whole thing broke,
they were the only one to reach out.

They reached out?

I didn't take their call, of course.
But they tried.

Taylor really did that...?

Yup.

Guess they think I'm so pathetic

as to no longer pose a threat.

No, that is the act of an
open and evolved person

who understands vulnerability...

Lame.

Taylor? Hi.

I would like to talk...

I'd like to see you...

Well. I got your text.

What the hell are we doing here, Dad?

I thought we should celebrate,

we both had very big days.

You did it.

Oh, my...
You went ahead with your project

even after I asked you not to.

There's too much heat to
get involved in this, Dad.

If you'd whined this much as a baby,

I'd've slipped more
whisky in your bottle

and risked the chance
that you'd be a dullard.

There's no heat, Sonny...

...my permits came back without a hitch.

Now, listen carefully

and learn how I am going
to refill your trust fund

and how you'll bring my
great-grandchildren to this spot

and tell them the story
of what we did here.

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