Billions

Previously on "Billions"...

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.

*BILLIONS*

Season 04 Episode 05 Episode Title: "A Proper Sendoff"

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.