Billions

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Previously on Billions...

I'm holding in my hand Robert Axelrod's signature

relinquishing his ability to trade securities.

He gave it up?

These fuckers can take away my ability to trade

but not my ability to see.

Taking on the police fund as a client was

one of the proudest moments of my life.

I knew that if I gave you my money that you wouldn't sleep

until you put it in all the right places.

Michael Panay! I know how much you lost.

You're not exactly trending in the right direction, either.

Maybe we help each other.

It's not the sort of thing most clients ask for,

especially not when they're drawing heat.

These are my needs.

Either you meet them or you can't.

We can get it done.

Sometimes a man comes into your life

at just the right time, you know?

Absolutely.

I know that I have transgressed materially

but, more importantly, in terms of loyalty.

I'll never talk to you again once this conversation's over,

which it is.

So, I know you figured out what I have planned for tonight.

I know it's not a surprise.

A girl's intuition.

And a bit of spycraft, but...

Still very excited.

My favorite pasta on the menu.

Tagliatelle with Guffanti butter from Emilia Romagna.

If you'd like it to be even more magical,

I recommend white truffles,

$14 a gram.

- No, I'm good. - Yes, please.

I love truffles.

Ira, you turned me on to them.

No, not now.

Just... just for her, I guess.

Say when.

That's good.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

20 grams. Biggest portion of the season. Wow.

Sir, maybe just...

Uh, no, thank you.

Enjoy.

You are... you're great.

Uh, I don't even really understand

how I'm sitting across from you.

Some nights when you're asleep

and light's coming in through the window,

I just... I... I almost can't catch my breath

'cause of how beautiful you are.

Even now.

The smoothness of your skin. Who has skin like that?

You are the sweetest man.

So, all this is why

I was planning

to ask you to marry me tonight.

But...

But?

I'm not sure it's fair to you,

with everything that's happened.

Leaving my partnership at the firm,

the company going down,

my entire savings gone. Anyway...

I can't give you the wedding you deserve,

the honeymoon we discussed,

the life we planned.

I can't tell you to quit your job.

I can't even afford the ring I picked out for you.

Now, if knowing all this,

you want to go ahead...

No. You're right. We should wait.

Okay. Good.

Oh, my God.

This is delicious.

Now that the papers are signed,

the process can take as little as four months.

But your case is more complicated than usual.

Even though you've agreed to a division of assets,

it'll take a while before it's finalized.

Thank you, Orrin.

The marriage was broken down irretrievably.

That's what the document said.

I read it.

Never thought I'd be putting my signature on that statement.

Me, neither.

No one does.

It happens.

Yeah.

Lar?

The assets.

We need to talk about that.

I know you didn't have to honor what we've always said,

that we'd split everything 50-50.

You could have fought it. And won.

I appreciate it.

Well, we built it together.

That's not what I'm talking about.

The government. The case.

I'm looking ahead to what happens if I lose

and they take it all.

I haven't heard you even entertain that outcome.

Well, I'm at the point now where I have to.

The Feds traded out the good judge like they were

doing the cup-and-balls trick in clear plastic

and flaunting how they were fucking with me.

But Orrin has said that the government can

only claw back what they can prove is ill-gotten.

The prosecutors and the courts,

they're like the mob, worse.

They have methods of accounting

that can taint most of it, all of it.

What do you mean, all of it?

I mean if I take into account

everything that's run through the banking systems,

everything that's on the radar,

all that's left that I'm sure can't be touched

is 300 mil,

maybe 320.

Fuck, Bobby.

I...

I can't believe I'm saying this, but that just...

it doesn't sound like it's enough.

I mean, of course it is.

It's just that the life that we're used to living...

No, it's not enough.

So when it's done and life starts over,

how long will it take to build back up from there?

Too fucking long.

So, what?

I have to get more they can't see,

much less touch,

and I have an idea how.

Center mass.

You never pulled your piece during your time on the job.

Likelihood of that happening now has got to be far less,

- and yet you practice. - Got to keep my cert.

I'm not the kind of man to let hard-earned skills falter.

Neither am I.

It's easier for me, though.

All I have to do is show up here, aim, and shoot.

You're barred from practicing what you do.

Well, the investing was only part of it.

There was also the raises.

I loved walking into a room, knowing there were ten guys

who'd been in front of me, five waiting for me to leave.

You know my favorite sound in the world was the one I heard

on the way out, when those saps in the lobby were told

that their meetings were canceled?

You can't raise, either.

Yeah, well, not at the moment.

But I can advise close friends on what they ought to do

with money they've been entrusted with.

Let me guess what those funds are.

Things like Ionosphere or Victor Mateo's?

Those are excellent choices.

I can't do it, Axe. I can't even think of doing it.

If I know that you're that close to them, others do, too.

My board of directors wouldn't allow that.

You got to know if I got my eye on the money,

that's the best chance it has to grow for your members.

You can't leave it behind.

I was that way, too, when I first left the job.

- But then... - Then what?

You found other interests, deeper pursuits?

Learned the difference between Warhol and Peter Max

by spending weekends at the museum?

I grew up in Westbeth, for fuck's sake.

I have always known one was shit, the other a genius.

But, yes, all that.

Life changed.

Did it solve anything for you?

Did it make the transition easier?

Come on, man.

I saw the look in your eyes when you had that gun in your hand.

You'll always miss it.

With every breath I draw. But I had to move on.

As do you.

You knew it was coming. I didn't.

You did your 20. You planned for it.

And you had something to do with your talents.

You went to B-school at night,

became a trustee of the pension fund.

You became a rich man for the first time in your life,

but these things don't last.

You know, you have a few down years, and you could

- get yourself voted out. - Axe...

Look, what if I could put you into a fund

where there was no hint of a connection to me

but was one I could guarantee?

If I could give you the 2.2 bil to manage, I would.

I can't.

The way that people look at police these days,

we can't afford even the whiff of impropriety.

You might want to come home late tomorrow night.

Huh?