[Bill] Previously on Billions...
I told Donnie we've always known we can trust him.
Get started with 200,000 shares of Rubinex.
So we've been profiling all the players,
and we see this Donnie Caan.
Suddenly, he loads up on Rubinex.
He couldn't provide the research on the trade.
He agreed to cooperate right away.
When Axe takes a big position on Kemlot, long,
that audit is going to be a key piece of evidence
proving he went against the numbers because he knew something.
I'm not gonna be part of the case going forward.
I've recused myself.
I want you to keep me in the loop about what you're doing.
But you're recusing yourself.
The gloves are off. We do whatever it takes.
I came across a job that I think might be your Shangri-La.
I know it's yours if you're interested.
Now the Axelrod name will be forever affixed
to this building for all time.
Axe is a folk hero in this town.
The guy gave the New York City Firefighters Foundation
$ 100 million last year.
The police gave him a plaque at Ground Zero
with his goddamn name on it.
You just need to read this thing I found.
It'll make your day.
- Who should we give it to? - Dimonda.
September 11, 2001-
a plane crashes into the North Tower.
You short aviation stocks in the European markets,
making hundreds of millions of dollars.
And you take that money, and you call it Axe Capital.
Taking on the Police Fund as a client
was one of the proudest moments of my life.
Last thing I want to do is pull my money, but I will.
- When do we give them Kemlot? - Soon.
♪ Dramatic music I
♪ pensive music I
N!'
- [Bobby sighs] - [door squeaks]
Okay, best baseball team, all time?
'27 Yankees?
Justify it. Why were they the best?
- Murders' Row. - Murderers'.
And that's not an argument, Dean.
I know. Gehrig hit .373.
Hey. Kids, you want to get some ice cream?
- [Gordon and Dean] Yeah. - School night?
Yeah. Let's get some anyway. Run in. We'll see you in there.
Okay.
♪ Tense music I
[bus hydraulics hiss]
Will you catch up with the kids?
I'll call George to bring the Range Rover around.
- [door opens] - It's getting worse.
Yep. It's just starting.
III
[insects chirping]
Three ball, side pocket.
When you're alone, do you always call 'em like that?
No. Just in my head.
But I keep myself honest.
Only counts if it goes where I tell it to.
- How many? - Forty-two in a row.
Fifth rack almost dead. Haven't missed yet.
You don't usually even think about missing.
Don't read anything into it.
[sets down cue]
Kids asleep?
Yeah.
I'm glad you saw it and reacted the way you did.
Hey, give yourself credit.
You got with it pretty quick.
We protected them.
Yep.
Haven't missed yet.
I told you not to read into it.
My job is to read into everything when it comes to you and them.
[scoffs]
That was really, really scary.
And I don't scare.
There's hatred. I can feel it.
I know.
Maybe we should think about moving away,
just for a while, somewhere far away from here.
No. No way.
No one is chasing us from our home or my work.
♪ Dramatic music I
Six ball.
[insects chirping]
[brakes squeal]
[engine rumbling]
[brakes squeak, hydraulics hiss]
[crowd] Towers down, profits up!
Towers down, profits up!
[man] Axe Capital is profiting
from the deaths of 9/11!
[crowd continues chanting]
[indistinct conversations]
I'm surprised you let those protesters out there beat you to it, Sean.
[chuckles]
So you've been expecting me?
- Good. - Yep.
The vultures and the hyenas always share the carcass meal.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
As you know, I'm not just a fund-raiser
for the symphony hall and the grounds.
I am also a custodian
of the legacy of the arts...
which requires some difficult conversations.
Since the Yuletide season is down the road,
I couldn't help thinking about the real-life Saint Nicholas.
That's Nikolaos, the fourth-century bishop of Myra
who was famed for his anonymous donations
to the poor, children, sailors.
If he was anonymous, how do you know he did it?
[chuckles]
We need to rename the building.
Sure. That's 100 mil at 3.3% for three months,
which makes $100,825,000 you pay me back,
and we part as friends.
And, hey, I won't even charge you any interest
on what I paid the Eads family.
That's comped.
We're not in a position to give the money back.
So...
a name change to...
Freedom Hall or Enterprise Hall.
Majestic titles that would bespeak a general-
No. Yeah, I know.
Yeah.
[clicks tongue]
Keep going down this road,
and my lawyers won't stop until I own the goddamn place.
So it's either Axelrod Hall or Go Fuck Yourself Hall.
You choose.
[door opens, indistinct conversations in the distance]
[door closes]
And the sad thing is, it's so competitive now.
Half the Chinese are applying to the lvies.
All our kids are gonna end up at second-tier schools.
Not Eva. She's going to Yale.
- Like I said... - [laughs]
Oh, you fucking Harvard guys.
Flaughsl
You sure? Nothing for you?
Not hydrating today.
[whispering] So I'm thrilled
you got someone on the inside at Axe Cap.
Who looped you in?
I'm tracking so many of these things, I don't even notice who's briefing me.
Just the bars on the unis, you know?
[mid-tempo song playing over speakers]
Anyway, it's all good, man.
This 9/11 shit- God smiled down on you.
Axelrod magically became the poster child
for Wall Street malfeasance and profiteering off terrorism.
Or maybe not so magically.
III
In any case,
a big takedown makes all of Justice look good.
And that's what you care about, huh?
Don't kid yourself, Chaz.
Perception has to be managed for the good of the country.
Yeah, I employed the phrase, and I meant it.
Optics matter.
None of us- not the AG, not you, not me-
none of us took down a single fucking giant
in the shadow of the crash of '08.
I mean, maybe one or two mortgage brokers got kneecapped.
Axelrod's the chance to cement shoe a big one...
for all of us.
Well, I can't really think about any of that,
because as you damn well know, I've recused myself.
Yeah, like you said...
N!'
All eyes are on you, Chuck.
Land it safely.
We will get you any resources you need.
N!'
Thank you.
Maybe the attorney general will grace you
with her presence on the podium, class the thing up.
[scoffs]
When the jungle was thick, you hid in the hills.
And now that I've bushwhacked through and I have El Dorado in my sights,
you want to sack the city with me?
"With me"?
Huh.
I thought you recused yourself.
III
[crowd] Hey, ho, Axe Capital must go!
This is bad.
- [sighs] - [man shouts indistinctly]
Hey, I don't show up at your job screaming and waving signs
about how much you suck.
Oh, yeah, that's right. You don't have fucking jobs!
' [man] Fuck you! - [thud]
- [door closes] - I wouldn't throw gas on it.
Yeah, I would. We're different.
You probably also make your bed every day.
He wants to see you in four minutes.
- [crowd continues chanting] - Don't throw gas on it.
- I'd never. - [crowd] Axe Capital must go! Hey, ho...
Call Bryan Connerty right now. Tell him Donnie's about to meet with Axe.
[telephone beeps]
[indistinct conversations]
♪ Tense music I
Hey.
[sighs]
Axe Capital is getting picketed.
Fun.
III
[Donnie and Bobby speaking inaudibly]
[Bobby] Kemlot Biochem.
Go long, 200 million.
[Donnie] Lot of lumber. Are you sure?
[Bobby] I'm not uncertain.
[Donnie] Mind if I ask why you're certain?
[Bobby] Let's go for a little walk.
[indistinct conversations]
III
[Bobby's voice garbling, static hissing]
[door closes, wire beeping and squeaking]
What-what happened?
- Fuck! - [Bryan sighs]
Get a tech in here.
I don't know how you do it, man.
I appreciate it.
[Bobby] You got to learn to trust me, Donnie.
Audio's kicking back in.
[Bobby] Okay. Let's get it done.
[mouse button clicks, computer beeps]
♪ Dramatic music I
N!'
[scoffs]
III
[inhales deeply]
III
You have lost weight. I can see it.
Uh, the benefit of an all-stress diet.
You're all bearing the burden of his actions.
It's really...this new level I'm at.
[whispering] It's so much money.
It's just capital.
That's how you have to think about it, like professional poker players.
Once the cash has turned into chips, that's all it is-
ammo, bullets in the clip.
Discharge 'em when the target presents. You know that.
I'm haunted by this image.
It keeps coming into my head.
Train tracks. I've fallen on them.
I'm tied up in a web or something.
There's this knife that I can reach to cut myself free.
The engine is bearing down, but I-
For some reason, my hands won't work.
I can't make them use the knife until the damn thing is going to crush me,
and I'll never see my kids again.
- You feel trapped. - [breathes shakily]
You refuse to save yourself
because you think you deserve whatever's coming, but...
you don't.
Thank you for saying that, but I do.
It's too late. I've lied to people.
I've lived my whole life trying to tell the truth,
and I've been lying every day.
Who are you lying to?
This business makes liars out of all of us eventually.
Donnie, I know you to be a good person.
You can talk to me as you always have.
Thanks, but we both know who you answer to.
There is a Chinese Wall between me and my husband.
[Donnie] That's not who I'm talking about.
[static crackles]
[whispering] I can't.
[normal voice] I got to go.
Shit. He's folding on us.
No, it's the last gasp of conscience. He's gonna do it.
♪ Dramatic music I
III
Kemlot. I just placed an order for 1.8 million shares.
Kaboom!
There's another 800,000 shares on this ticket.
Can you get 'em in for me?
You know I will. Give me some ups.
Thanks.
He did it.
He fucking did it.
We need to source the information.
Yeah, we need the part that dropped out.
' [Bryan] Yeah. ' [keys clacking]
III
He was definitely recording.
The data flow itself is uninterrupted.
My bet is that Axelrod built an enclosure
that blocks external electric fields,
making electronic surveillance impossible.
It's really smart, actually, if you think about-
Just clean up the audio file best you can.
Donnie wasn't right.
I think he's got the yips or something.
We need to make sure he's not crashing. We'll go scoop him up.
III
[door creaks]
DeGiulio knows about our informant.
Of course he does. I told him.
Why the fuck did you-
I-I-I heard from some guys in his office
that he was still considering pulling the thing from us,
that he was wondering about our ability to close.
So I let it leak that we were closer than anyone knew.
Nice kikashi.
How the fuck do you know what a kikashi-
You don't have to live in Asia to play a little Go.
Okay.
Okay, this we can work with.
The AG wants to be on that podium in the worst way.
We won't let her,
but we can use her enthusiasm at the right time.
Here's what I didn't tell 'em- we just had a breakthrough.
Donnie made a substantial move based on inside information-
direct ties to Axelrod.
I'm waiting on details.
Excellent. Finally.
I got some news.
Judge on the "Dollar" Bill case is going to be
Whit fucking Wilcox.
Ugh.
[Kate] Self-appointed defender of capitalism.
I'll visit Wilcox. I'll seed the ground for the trial.
Great. [sighs]
Our informant's gone missing.
Define "missing."
[birds chirping, vehicles passing]
What is this, some fucking family intervention?
- You're goddamn right. - Sean.
Because you need it.
The shit that's going on, we're worried about you, sis.
I got this.
Yeah, we knew you were gonna say that.
You always just want to handle it on your own.
But this isn't just about you. This is about Dean.
What would he think?
What would he say if he'd made it through?
If you think I would do anything,
anything to tarnish our brother's memory...
Bobby and I made it a point to do the opposite.
How much we've given to the fire department,
the police, all the first responders?
I can't show my face in the neighborhood.
The guys at my old house,
they're talking about driving fire trucks through Bobby's office.
Oh, yeah? Who's talking that shit-Mikey?
Look, Lar, we just want to make a plan.
This is Bobby's mess. He has to clean it up.
We will.
♪ Pensive music I
III
[Zipper opens]
Him, not you.
You married a criminal.
Walk away from the shame. Divorce his ass.
There's no prenup, so you'll be rich,
if you even want that blood money.
Do it for the boys.
III
Sorry to interrupt. Lunch, is it?
Yeah. Ruggie Wrap with Cones.
Mm.
I have an extra.
Sure. I'll have half. Have you seen Donnie Caan?
Not since this morning.
Try calling him?
[touch screen clicking]
[cell phone buzzing faintly]
[man] Hello?
I'm looking for Donnie. Who is this?
[Ben] Ben Kim.
He left his phone on his desk.
Thanks.
It's Raul Gomez.
[sighs]
I'll take it.
[door closes]
- [telephone beeps] - Raul.
I'm really sorry, my friend.
You know I'm not just saying that, right?
The 90 days- if it helps, you can take longer.
No, you don't even have to wait for your redemption period.
I don't hold hostages.
Axe...
No, you're right to leave. I'd do the same thing.
Door's always open
if you ever want to come back and make your guys some money.
Truly hope we get to that point.
Bad time?
No.
Nobody likes being called a greedy asshole, not even you.
Oh, yeah?
[telephone receiver clatters, telephone beeps]
Hey.
Will you bring some doughnuts and coffee to the group outside?
- With my compliments. - [receiver thuds]
[sniffles] What else?
Donnie Caan walked out,
left his phone behind.
We had an odd conversation earlier.
He say anything about where he was going?
- No. - So why are you so worried?
I can't break confidentiality, but...
I think it'd be good if you found him soon.
I'll do that. Thanks.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[indistinct chatter]
- Hey, George. - Fire inspection.
- What's going on? - We need access to the kitchen.
We got inspected two months ago.
You got a cracked switch plate. We're gonna have to write you up.
- I don't see any cracks. - [Lara] Lou.
Be quiet.
- There's grease on the sprinkler. - Yeah. It's a restaurant.
Fuck!
♪ Dramatic music I
Faulty.
Really? Is this the way it's gonna go down?
III
Good-looking meat.
- [Lou mutters] - A damn shame.
We are clearing this restaurant for violations of the fire safety code.
Everybody out.
Let's go! Everybody out!
[patrons murmuring, utensils clinking]
III
They turned down the coffee and the doughnuts outside.
Said they don't want your poison.
Mm, as predictable as they are annoying.
It's private property. We can throw them off.
Call in the strike breakers.
No.
Let 'em do their thing.
- HEY- - HEY-
I told you I'd get to you when we had him in hand.
We're good, Mauricio. Thank you.
You-you still haven't found him?
Like I said, we will.
I just...want to know what's up.
You sure it's you that wants to know?
I've just been noticing this thing this last little while.
Your boss' body language isn't matching his words.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
There's a lack of synthesis
between what Chuck is saying and presenting
and what's inside of him.
Okay.
That's the kind of thing that can come back and bite you in the ass.
What's next-phrenology?
[chuckles] Hmm.
I'm just trying to look out for you.
You should check your own body language while you're at it.
I'll get a full-length mirror.
Well, if you did, you'd see who you lean into every time she comes by.
Whoa, whoa, if this thing between us is gonna-
Nah, it's done.
It was a hell of a lot of fun, but it's run its course, hasn't it?
Sure. Good call.
Uh, let me know when you've recovered the witness.
You know, you are a nice guy, Bryan,
but you'll do a hell of a lot better when you're your own man.
♪ Tense music I
[clears throat]
III
[Carly] Get everything you might possibly need,
because they will destroy anything left behind.
Kind of feels like jumping ship
at exactly the moment the ship is gonna sink.
That is the time to do it.
I guess, but I kind of feel bad for all those other people
who are gonna drown.
If we're doing this together, do me a favor-
stop feeling.
♪ Tense music I
N!'
[crowd] Towers down, profits up!
Towers down, profits up!
[air hissing]
You want to save time, I could just shove you in my freezer.
[machine hisses]
[hissing subsides]
One hundred eighty seconds,
and it restores energy at a cellular level.
You should try it.
Yeah. I've never seen a 65-year-old look so fresh.
[inhales deeply] What do you know?
They're gone, for sure.
Channing, Carly, and fucking Hlasa.
They grabbed a few analysts too.
Security...
pulled this.
[breathes deeply]
They'll start their capital raise soon if they haven't already.
Meetings are being set.
- [grunts] - I've gotten a few calls
from folks poking around,
see how pissed we'd be if they kicked in.
I brought this on, Wags...
15 years ago, all of it.
I might as well have spoken a fucking incantation.
If you feel that way, what do you want me to do?
Keep listening. Find out what they're up to.
Then I'm gonna fucking hobble them.
Like in Misery.
Hello, Whit. Thank you for seeing me.
Oh, no. I'm honored.
It's an uncommon day when the U.S. Attorney himself comes by.
Sit down.
You know, I just, uh,
wanted to throw a few blades of grass in the air,
see what kind of environment my office can expect
on "Dollar" Bill Stearn's pretrial hearing.
- We are not having this conversation. - We never would.
You know well the environment of my courtroom.
- Tough but fair. - Always.
Fair as in fair market too.
Both sides have to toe the line.
If I find an illegal benefit was had, I will steer a jury there.
But if it's a personal relationship separate of business,
I'll drive sympathies the other way.
Tough but fair.
- Good. - [palm slaps leg]
I wouldn't have it any other way.
You know, I'm not, uh, really hands-on, but...
while I'm here, I wonder if we re-presented a warrant
for bugging the Axelrod home.
No.
Asked and answered.
He uses the home to conduct business.
It's the locus of a criminal conspiracy.
Should we bug the other employees' homes too?
That would include your home, wouldn't it?
The audio of one's home would contain the most intimate of conversations-
a fight with a spouse,
crying baby, lovemaking.
It is not just a question of civil liberties.
It's a question of decency too.
Thank you.
[door opens]
Kemlot Biochem is getting acquired by Far East P&C
at over $100 a share in cash and stock.
Holy shit. Axe is gonna make-
Close to 100 million profit on a dirty-as-shit trade.
You have confirmation of the source?
We will when they bring Donnie in.
Yeah, where the fuck is Donnie?
Waiting on word. Soon.
Well...
then it's a lock.
Flaughsl
[chuckles]
Jesus, we-we... we got to celebrate.
We should-you know, we should, uh-
We should, um...
What? Get dinner?
- Yeah. - Hmm.
A real one, or should I bring my dad again?
- Oh. [scoffs] - Mm-mm?
- Oh, okay. [laughs] - [chuckles]
- [cell phone buzzing] - Hang on.
Terri.
It's just business.
Yeah?
What, you still can't find him?
[sighs]
[footsteps departing]
[bird cawing]
[vehicle approaches]
_ Lav? _ Hey'
Looking good.
You too, Mikey.
How's Syn?
She's good. [clicks tongue]
She's not that stoked about you dropping by.
Come on. This isn't that.
You know what this is.
Hey, you married the guy, you know?
You wanted the big life- bigger than I could give you.
You got the ups. Now you get the downs.
You and me were all but done when I met him.
You know, just making sure lines aren't blurred,
that you're not maybe helping the guys be pissed off.
Nah. No, everything's clear, not blurred.
And I don't need any help.
Whole department's pretty bent, matter of fact.
After all the support?
I mean, all the money that Bobby's poured into the Firefighters Foundation?
I guess the sentiment is, his money's cheap and dirty.
Quarter of a billion dollars cheap?
Over the past dozen years?
I don't give a fuck.
♪ Tense music I
Nobody did anything to hurt you guys.
It's just circumstance.
I'm hoping you can carry that message.
Nah, I don't see it like that.
And I'm not carrying that... [scoffs] anywhere.
Then you're a fucking simpleton,
and that is why it didn't work out between us.
III
[sirens wailing in the distance, indistinct chatter]
- Yeah? - [Bryan] Bad news, boss.
Donnie Caan still MIA.
Overnight?
We've got the arrest warrant almost baked and no chief witness.
- Fucking find him! - I'm on it.
They've got physical surveillance up on his home and relatives,
tracking his credit cards, his phones, his E-ZPass.
We put a-a red notice on his passport file.
We're also following social media.
Haven't gotten anything yet, but-
Really? He's not live tweeting his escape?
[door closes]
I'll get these violations cleared.
I'll have my guys talk to the fire marshal.
It's bigger than that.
Something else happen?
No. It's just...
I just don't think the local captain's gonna stop on his own.
What's your family saying?
They're behind you 100%.
But the New York firehouses,
you know, the ones who lost their guys in 9/11?
- Mm-hmm. - They're calling the shots.
Mm.
Everything will smooth out if they're satisfied.
I get the message. I'll fix this.
- [knock at door] - It's open.
You got time for an old friend?
Chase.
- [door closes] - Hi.
Bold move.
I'm not here to headhunt you at your place of work.
I was just pitching some of my best clients to Wags.
I've got a dozen young traders and PMs all dying to work here,
and no one seems to give a shit about the reputational damage.
Uh-huh.
[chuckles]
One of my favorite things about you- you're smarter than me.
You're right. I have an ulterior motive.
I'm wondering why you turned down your dream job.
That company I told you about, they said they'd follow it up with-
I can't bail on this place right now,
not with Occupy Westport in the parking lot.
This is when my guys actually need me the most.
If the company needs to fill the spot this week,
let it go.
Okay.
All right, you're not ready for a new life.
How about this?
There is a bar opening on Bowery.
A speakeasy, it says.
Apparently they're not aware that Prohibition has ended.
I'm hoping I can cadge us some cheap drinks.
[sighs] There is so much about that invitation I like.
The taste of bathtub gin.
Yes.
I think you better get going before this starts to look weird.
[knock at door]
Come in.
Lara, hi.
Uh...this is Chase.
- He was just- - I was just heading out.
Nice to meet you, Lara.
Can I sit?
Of course.
- [clears throat] - Is everything okay?
Not really.
This feels like a session.
Call it what you want.
I need advice.
Shoot.
That hatchetjob on Bobby...
they're coming after my restaurant.
[sighs] I am so sorry.
Yeah. Well, doesn'tjust hurt me.
You know, my sister, all my people-
they count on that place.
It's all they have.
I'm not sure what kind of advice-
Just tell me, if you were in my situation,
what would you do?
You know, if you hadn't done anything wrong
but you were targeted anyway.
Collateral damage.
And not just you-anyone you love:
your friends, employees,
your family, your children.
Does that feel right to you?
Does that feel like justice?
You want me to pressure my husband to back off.
- You know I can't do that. - Why not?
First of all, Chuck is recused.
Haughs] Yeah, I know what he says.
Let me be clear.
This is my job.
My husband's job is his.
I've drawn a line.
Well, then you're really, really lucky,
'cause I sure as fuck can't.
♪ Tense music I
N!'
[paper rips]
Therapist I went to school with, if you really need someone to talk to.
III
[door opens]
- [door closes] - [exhales deeply]
[indistinct conversations]
[Wags] I figured this would be a good place to talk.
I usually get full bars.
Now...nothing.
Imagine that.
When do you come in here?
It's a great place to jerk off when you're not around.
A few things-Kemlot popped on the acquisition news.
Three-run homer.
Maybe a grand slam by the time it's done.
- Good. - Yeah.
Now ask me what you really want to know.
Where the fuck is Donnie?
I was on board with the rest of it.
But where did you stash him, and why?
I didn't, and I don't know.
So this isn't like what happened with "The Pouch"?
You're not just disinforming me to be thorough?
Not this time. He's really gone.
Even Hall hasn't been able to find him.
Fuck.
Well, what now?
I don't know.
AY.
[vehicle passing, dog barking in the distance]
You should've seen Spencer's father at back-to-school night.
He was grilling the teacher about AP English prep.
These are fourth graders.
Well, the douche bag apple doesn't fall far from the douche bag tree.
[cell phone buzzing]
Yeah?
[Bryan] We got a hit on Donnie's E-ZPass.
Uh-huh.
The Mass Pike.
State trooper's waiting at the next tollbooth.
Should be soon now.
Got it. Thanks. [clicks tongue]
[sighs]
I'm so sorry. I got to get to the office.
- Everything okay? - Mm-hmm.
[sighs]
♪ Tense music I
[door closes]
III
[indistinct radio chatter]
III
All right, this is it. All units go.
[sirens wailing]
[man] Let's go! Move, move!
[female officer shouts indistinctly]
Put your hands on the fucking steering wheel!
Get 'em up!
III
Sarge, I think we got a problem.
It isn't even the subject's car.
Well, then why the fuck did your alert go off?
It is (Dean's E-ZPass.
III
Did this guy stop anywhere?
Rest stop in Jersey.
Motherfucker swapped it out.
III
Fuck.Fuck.L“
Fuck!
[sighs]
III
Mm.
Oh, they are, to a person, clever motherfuckers.
Scheming.
Well, you got to salute it in a way.
[laughs and sighs]
I'm sorry to have pulled you in.
No, no, no.
That's the problem here.
You're apologizing because the lion next door
ate OUT schnauzer.
I mean, we really shouldn't be surprised.
Maybe we should've thought of that possibility
before we moved in and let the dog out.
Their entire industry
is built on going long and short at the same time...
...both employing risk for its asymmetrical upside
and laying off risk...
as a hedge against the inevitable downward turns.
[scoffs]
Well, it's time we stop appreciating it
and start to mirror it.
[door opens]
[door closes]
[Chuck] Thanks for agreeing to see me.
Sorry it's so late.
[door closes]
Thank you. [sighs]
[clears throat]
[sighs]
[footsteps departing]
[clears throat]
What's this about?
Well, this is your makeup call.
Judge Wilcox- you had a problem with him.
- Yeah, U.S. versus Tritter. - Mm-hmm.
I asked for seven years on gun trafficking.
Some kid in the projects.
Wilcox gave him 35 years.
[sighs]
It's fucking frontier justice.
It nagged at me.
I asked you if I could do an off-book investigation on Wilcox,
but you shut me down.
- Remember what you told me? - No.
"At least he's a prosecutor's judge."
I've reconsidered.
[scoffs softly] Why?
Like Keynes said, "When the facts change..."
[sighs]
Look into Wilcox.
Go wherever it leads.
You're making a move on a federal judge.
Is he in your way? What's your beef with him?
If he's clean, none at all.
[sighs heavily] My practice time, Lon.
Carnegie Hall, you know?
- Honey, this is the U.S. attorney. - No, no, no, no, no.
I used to get the same way before a big closing statement.
I admire it, and I will be on my way.
[sighs]
I may need some help with the judge thing.
- [classical piano piece playing] - You'll get it.
And you know Eastern's gonna have to be involved now.
Credit's not important when true justice is involved.
[whispering] Of course.
[palms slap]
N!'
Where the fuck is Donnie?
He's not just soaking in some isolation tank.
He's thinking.
And at the end of this, he could decide to walk into their office
and tell 'em everything.
[Wags sighs]
They'll pull up the timetable, and we are over.
Well, I can tell you that hasn't happened yet.
He is not in federal custody.
You get that from yourjanitor?
Also from Washington. I've confirmed.
You knew the risk when you put this thing in motion.
Yeah. Yeah, this part wasn't hedged. It was straight risk.
You said the hedge was that you read your guy.
If that was your read, then you were right and still are.
Yeah, well, it sounds good when you say it.
Doesn't make it true.
[Wags sighs]
- Get something to eat? - No.
♪ Pensive music I
III
[indistinct chatter]
III
[man] All right, guys, settle down.
[murmuring]
[murmuring fades]
[siren wailing in the distance]
[inhales deeply]
You hate me.
I don't blame you.
You lost more than I could ever imagine that day-
colleagues, friends,
including Lara's brother, Dean.
I met Lara in an aid tent.
She was just out of nursing school.
I didn't know she lost her brother in the towers.
But when I found out...
I realized what I'd done.
It brought it home.
And I want you to know this...
...that when I started donating to the Firefighters Foundation...
...it wasn't calculated.
It was out of real admiration.
[scoffs]
- [murmuring] - [man] Total BS.
[murmuring continues]
Paul...
talk to me.
You sound like a fucking politician.
[Mikey] You gonna buy us too, Axe?
How much do I cost?
Really, Mikey? Try to show a tiny bit of restraint.
They're entitled to their anger, Mikey too.
You all read the articles.
You know I made those trades after the first tower was hit,
before we knew it was terrorism,
before I knew my whole firm was gonna die.
That's your fucking excuse?
No.
What the papers didn't say
is that I kept trading after the South Tower was hit too.
In fact, that's when I stepped on the gas.
[man] Oh, man.
[murmuring]
Am I a politician now?
♪ Tense music I
N!'
I'm not running and hiding.
I am standing right here, telling you...
I didn't do it for me.
I have plenty of time left to make myself some money.
I did it because even though I knew my colleagues,
my friends would all be gone,
their families would still be here,
and they would be my responsibility.
III
Was it coldhearted?
III
Yes.
III
I thought I had to be. Maybe I was wrong.
III
Look, the reason I'm here is because I value you guys-
my relationship with the department,
but especially with this house.
We drank together on the anniversary.
You matter to me.
And even if I don't matter to you,
I wanted you to hear it.
III
- [man sighs] " [man] Hmm.
So thanks for giving me the chance.
III
[murmuring]
[New Age music playing on accordion]
N!'
[voice breaking] It's beautiful.
N!'
[man] Mr. Caan?
Yes?
Do you know the rules?
No.
He'll know your name.
You'll have two minutes.
You can ask questions.
He might give you a gift.
And he can touch you,
but you can't touch him.
N!'
♪ illuminating music a'
N!'
Come here, Donnie.
III
How are you?
III
Lost.
III
Now you are found.
III
[metal clinking softly]
III
Kevin's backpack?
Mm. It's in his room, I think.
[cell phone buzzing]
What?
Donnie Caan finally used his credit card at Trapper Lodge.
Some shitty restaurant in downtown Cleveland.
Mm-hmm. Did you send in locals?
- [keys clacking] - Gone when they got there,
but just a matter of time before we wrap him up now.
Hmm, Trapper Lodge...
Okay.
That's right near the Cleveland Convention Center.
[keys clack]
[chuckles]
Ahh.
A fucking saint. That's who he was seeing.
[Bryan] Sorry?
He let himself be found.
He'll be coming back home.
- Who will be? - Uh...
fugitive.
Just a case I'm working with Connerty.
Which one?
I know what you're implying.
We agreed with Decker, you wouldn't ask me about Axelrod.
That's when you were on the case. You told me you were off.
This is the exact reason we shouldn't be talking
about any of my cases.
Are you on or off?
[utensil clatters]
You know, if you don't believe me, you should ask Connerty.
[scoffs]
Okay.
♪ Tense music I
N!'
[vomiting and coughing]
III
[birds chirping, wind blowing lightly]
III
I think we can save most of the stuff
around the acorn squash and the Brussels sprouts.
We can replant the rest.
1'lto!
Speaking Spanish
Big truck was here.
Y mira...
Silver dollars.
[clinking]
Thirty pieces.
[vehicle door opens, closes]
♪ Tense music I
N!'
[vehicle doors open and close]
[crowd] Hey, ho, Axe Capital must go!
[Donnie] Hey.
Where the fuck are you?
Driving home. I'm...
III
...I don't know, somewhere flat.
A lot of fat people.
I'll be back in the office tomorrow.
[Wendy] You scared the shit out of me.
I know. I'm sorry.
I just want to thank you.
That stuff you said...
...it helped me figure out what's really important to me.
So I went on a spiritual quest.
My version, anyway-Cleveland.
What's there?
Chance to clear my head.
I saw Guru Ash.
You know, that "Third Eye Seer"?
Silly, right?
But...
he's kind of a saint.
♪ Anxious music I
You saw a saint?
III
Hey.
- [door closes] - Where's Wendy?
At work. She didn't tell you?
No.
You can take off. [sighs]
[cell phone buzzes]
Yeah?
Got the motherfucker.
- Hauling him in right now. - Don't leave.
Uh, I'll be right there.
Hey, boss, the group outside was getting set to pull out,
but the bus broke down.
They're stranded for the time being.
Oh. That is a real fucking shame.
And right when it's supposed to start raining?
Have fun getting pneumonia, motherfuckers.
You want me to leave 'em out there?
No.
Hi.
I want to talk.
Yeah, I can't, not now.
- Where are you going? - Where do you think?
[horns honking]
[woman] So the protest seems to be coming to an end...
[indistinct chatter]
All loaded up. The bus is being towed.
They actually accepted limo rides home?
Well, no one turns down a limo.
Hey.
Sorry. I was at the restaurant.
[sighs]
Made some decisions.
- [boots unzip] - You shuttered it.
I'm selling the farm too.
[sighs]
Why didn't you tell me?
I'm telling you now.
We could've held on, the restaurant and the farm.
- How? - By not letting go.
I don't give a shit if people didn't show up for ten years.
People forget. Things change.
We could've fought.
This is me fighting.
I come from a long line of scrappers.
We learn to get rid of our weaknesses so we can fight better.
[sighs]
♪ Tense music I
[sighs heavily]
III
[sighs]
When things get really bad...
...I shut down.
I go on autopilot. I know.
III
I did it on 9/11. I did it here.
That's the only way I know.
You got to find another way.
III
It was...
I don't know- like, a long, dark night of the soul.
Don't fucking toss clichés at me.
You're having some crisis? Fine. See a shrink.
But you-you were having fun jerking us around.
Look, the E-ZPass-I was scared.
I came back on my own, didn't I?
Plus, I got you Axe ordering the Kemlot trade.
- Everything you asked for. - No, not everything.
We don't have the source of the inside information,
which you know is a key fucking element in this prosecution,
because he gave it to you in the blocked room.
I can tell you everything Axe said.
The insider source, he's a high-ranking FDA guy.
- Name? - Uh, Glenn...
Gilmartin, I think.
- [keys clacking] - I'm sorry. I assumed you had it on tape.
[Dale] Guy's legit. Works for the FDA.
- What else did he say? - [coughs]
Uh, Axe paid him off, didn't say how much.
But I get the feeling...
I get the...
[chuckles]
I'm really tired. Can we do this tomorrow?
No, we fucking cannot. Sit the fuck back down.
Listen, I feel really sick. You-you're right.
I did think about not coming back.
But I decided- I'll give you what you need.
I'll testify against Axe.
But right now, I need... [coughs]
- Aah! - Holy shit. Donnie!
No. Donnie.
[Terri] Oh, fuck!
[Bryan] Donnie.
Can you hear me? Donnie?
I'll go get somebody.
[Bryan] Get him on his side over here.
God damn it, Donnie.
Donnie. Donnie! Can you hear me?
- Donnie? - [Dale] Jeez, his lips.
[Bryan] Donnie. God damn it.
[voice echoes] Donnie. Donnie!
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♪ Townes Van Zandt's "Waiting Around to Die" playing a'
♪ Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road a'
♪ ls taking me I
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♪ Sometimes I don't even know I
♪ The reason why ♪
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♪ But I guess I keep a-gamblin' I
♪ Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' I
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♪ Well, it's easier than just a-waitin' around to die a'
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♪ Oh, one time, friends, I had a ma 4'
♪ Even had a pa ♪
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♪ Well, he beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried... a'