Billions

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!

*BILLIONS*

Season 04 Episode 02 Episode Title: "Chickentown"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

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.

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.