Billions

Previously on "Billions"...

Get everything you might possibly need,

'cause they will destroy anything left behind.

You blew up your family for Bobby Axelrod.

I'm Keyser Soze, motherfucker.

Judge on the Dollar Bill case

is going to be Whit fucking Wilcox.

- Ugh. - I wonder

if re-presented a warrant for bugging the Axelrod home.

No. Asked and answered.

Look into Wilcox. Go wherever it leads.

You're making a move on a federal judge.

Is he in your way?

If you were in my situation, what would you do?

You know, if you hadn't done anything wrong,

but you were targeted anyway.

You want me to pressure my husband to back off.

You know I can't do that.

- Why not? - So I'm thrilled

you got someone on the inside at Axe Cap.

I have no idea,

because as you damn well know, I've recused myself.

FBI!

- There's someone in the house. - It'll be fine.

Sorry about your front door.

It's all right. He can afford another one.

Go.

Donnie Caan walked out.

He say anything about where he was going?

I think it'd be good if you found him, soon.

Where... the fuck... is Donnie?

He could decide to walk into their office

and tell 'em everything.

I'll testify against Axe,

but right now I need...

- Ugh! - Holy shit. Donnie? No.

Donnie.

- Oh, fuck. - Donnie.

You know, I was, for a time,

supposed to become a Grandmaster.

Chess.

14 years old,

and leapfrogging up the standings.

Put me in a practice game,

and I'd be a young Boris Spassky in his prime.

By all rights,

I should've dominated live competition,

but I had a flaw.

If I decided that my opponent didn't... respect the game,

or me, or if I didn't like the way he carried himself...

If I decided for whatever reason that he wasn't worthy,

a dark rage would come over me.

And this rage became the driver.

All the strategy, patience, and practice would vanish,

and I would begin obsessing about total destruction.

Some kid could fail to look me in the eye

while shaking my hand at a tournament in the fall,

and I would carry it until facing him again in the spring.

But then, while I was trying to destroy him...

I'd forget to win.

I would play bold moves designed to intimidate,

show him that he wasn't as smart as me... or as brave.

Leave voids in my defense.

That's not how you win at chess.

I knew better,

but, uh...

but I couldn't do better.

And then, at the end of the game,

my opponent's arm would be raised in victory

while I sat,

humiliated and alone,

bathed in anger and defeat.

Here I am again, beaten.

Although it has yet to be confirmed,

there is no doubt that Donnie Caan is gonna die.

Soon.

I sat up all night until I saw it.

Bobby Axelrod used Donnie to feed us information

that he would never live to testify to

or confirm in court.

We'll claw back some of his trades, sure,

but we have to assume that the names he gave us,

the specifics, all of it... false.

No, I wish this loss were mine alone,

but I cost all of you as well.

Soon, probably within the hour,

uh, Adam DeGiulio from the Attorney General's office

will walk in here

and take us off the Axelrod case.

It won't matter that Axelrod is everything I said he is...

a bloodless man.

A man who would use his dying friend

in the manner that he did.

We needed to be bloodless to catch him,

and we weren't.

I wasn't.

We were all suckers here, Chuck.

No, don't try to fall on it, Bryan.

I set the tone.

That's what the papers will say.

- They'll call me sloppy. - Driven, unhinged.

And, uh, for once, they'll be correct.

What can we do?

We can, from this moment forward,

remember how the game is supposed to be played.

We'll play perfect strategy.

We will retreat so we can attack when it is to our advantage.

And then someday soon, we will be standing here,

and it will be our turn.

I don't wanna stop you, Chuck.

No, we were just finishing up.

All right,

get out there and make some fucking money.

You got a handle on this?

I do not.

Well, I don't think it's good.

- How fucked are you? - Can I say it's nothing?

Could you let me get away with that?

Flu, maybe?

God, what would you pay to have the flu right now, Donnie?

Anything.

- Cancer. - Yeah.

- Shit. - Pancreatic.

Shit.

How far along?

With this kind, it doesn't really matter.

Far enough.

Can we have the room?

Sorry?

Piss elsewhere.

You should've come to me right away.

I've been, ah, you know, letting it settle.

Kids know?

Not yet.

We'll access the best, most creative,

most forward-thinking medical treatment there is.

You'll see my guy, Ari Gilbert.

Top oncologist out there.

Works with select clients. World leaders.

I've been funding his research for years.

Thank you for offering, but you don't have to do that.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

It's what we do.

Get yourself together.

Come and see me at the end of the day.

I have a thought.

Donnie's gone.

I, uh, I have to make some phone calls.

I'll help you.

How are you set financially?

Are Walter and the kids gonna have enough?

Nobody's gonna starve, but I could've done better.

When I met Walter,

finally accepted who I am,

I felt so guilty about Karen.

I remember. It was tough on both of you.

Yeah, so I kind of just gave her everything.

Didn't shelter it or put it in a trust.

Just sort of heaved it over to her.

Practically started back at zero.

That's all chutes and ladders, isn't it?

It sure is.

The guy she remarried...

he's got control of the money now,

and I can't be sure what he's gonna do with it.

Emma and Harry are exposed?

Yeah.

What were you hoping to get to?

I-I don't have a number.

I just want them to be taken care of.

Good education, their first house, no debt.

Sure. Also, you want them to be able to do what they want,

- ...not what they have to. - Yeah.

Thought I was going to take care of that in the next 10 years.

Forty million.

What if we could get you there, pre-tax?

- For all the family? - Big ladder.

But there's a way to make it happen.

To guarantee it.

Rewards of paradise here on earth?

Really sharp evangelists

could con me out of my house right now.

Unlike him, I'm gonna give you the downside.

It won't be simple. It'll require deception.

And your final weeks and months, they won't be your own.

Are we talking about breaking the law?

Because I-I can't spend one minute in jail.

Well, let's leave that to the lawyers.

Let me save you some breath.

Now the Attorney General thinks it best that my office

drop its pursuit of Axe Capital.

And you tried to argue with her, but she was insistent.

Kids would hashtag that "one hundred."

Any matter related to Axe Capital

is to be handled by the Eastern District

from here forward.

You know, the only thing I can't figure

is if the AG's fear of negative publicity

is because she's planning a Senate run

or a return to the private sector.