Billions

Previously on Billions...

I sure as hell will testify about what Chuck Rhoades did

and that Charles Rhoades Sr. Was steering his own money

and Chuck's money was directly involved...

Stop.

I'm willing to pay you 30 million to tell the truth.

You'll give my people a statement

laying out how Rhoades did what he did.

How much do I use?

Just trace amounts on my signal.

Give up your so-called license to trade.

That is the only angle.

I can't be seen to be guiding the firm.

It'll all be up to you.

The gaming license?

They're announcing soon, and there's sure to be a bounce.

My cash happens to be tied up

in a few real estate deals right now.

Let me guess.

Kingsford?

"The first ship to make a manned mission to Mars."

I haven't stayed in bed past 5 a.m. since 2001.

I had my man follow them.

Look at that morning-after glow.

Why don't you reach out, talk to him?

If there's any reaching out,

it should be from the other side.

What, you want me to initiate, for Christ's sake?

They're in this.

I can't look away from it anymore.

Ira Schirmer showed us to the well.

But all we had to do was look down

to see the thick crude on our boots.

We tracked the size of your position.

Matching that of your son's trust.

The timing of the additional investment corroborates

Mr. Schirmer's affidavit:

Chuck directed you to invade the trust.

He baited Axelrod, he is complicit

in the sabotage of the Ice Juice IPO.

Don't say a thing

until they say the magic word.

We are prepared to offer you immunity.

That's the one.

In exchange for your cooperation.

Alternatively. Perjury carries five years.

Tell me: You have that to spare?

Connerty knows what Schirmer was trying to say in our interview

and is chasing it down.

I wouldn't be surprised if he talks to your father.

Or already has.

That's disquieting.

Will your father hold up under questioning?

He's a free-radical.

Not taking my counsel at the moment.

Then you have a real and unsolvable problem.

So I have to get my father to keep quiet.

And you need to remind Connerty he has a fucking day job.

[Sammy Davis Jr.'s "Mr. Bojangles" plays]

This is some advanced real estate play.

Let the Saudis keep 432 Park.

This is the real prize.

The last burial plot in Manhattan.

And all the time to enjoy it.

Only 350,000,

and this cool slice of earth is mine.

Well... and long may it remain unoccupied.

Mr. Axelrod.

We have eyes on the three labs in the Tri-State area

capable of production and storage

- of the Ice Juice toxicant. - FBI is interviewing

the lead techs at each of them.

- They'll be onto ours soon. - By the time

they get to our lab, make sure there is no lab.

Got it. What else?

Dake is protecting Rhoades.

Ira Schirmer saw it firsthand.

He also saw that Connerty, if properly armed, won't let up.

You have the Schirmer affidavit?

Deliver it tonight?

Go arm him, gents.

This is Charles Rhoades.

Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

You RSVP'd no, you hate reunions.

"The dead are more present than the living,"

- I think you put it. - Changed my mind.

Connerty's aware of my father's involvement,

he's trying for details.

Hard to convince your father to protect you

when you're not talking to him.

Mm-hmm.

So, uh, Yale reunion,

here we come.

- They're giving him an award. - Right.

Twenty-fifth and 50th are the same night, so he'll be there...

He quite enjoys the presence of the dead.

Makes him feel victorious.

You're gonna convince him.

For me.

For us.

Our family, yes.

We are.

Together.

World-Aid is poised to provide

solar-powered, air-conditioned tents

to Central African nations

through our new solar tent initiative.

Bobby Axelrod.

Oscar Langstraat.

- I know who you are. - Good to finally

- meet you in person, Bobby. - You too.

So you, um,

you flew in private to worry about a cure

for overheated Southern Africa?

Well, my plane runs on recycled corn oil,

so it's all good.

Ah. That's what I have my masseuse use too.

You're not as bad at this as the articles say.

- At what? - Small talk.

But I can see it's work for you.

Look, these charities

have basically become feel good machines.

You gave ten mill. They'll say thanks.

They'll ask again. You'll give again.

But at the coming board meeting

I'm pitching a drastic shift.

I think that World-Aid should own the company

that makes the solar panels.

- Rayveon Solar. - Right.

That way, when the panels go into wide use,

World-Aid itself profits from it,

grows, becomes self-sustaining.

Venture Philanthropy.

There's some of that disruption you're famous for.

Disruption works.

It's uncomfortable but effective.

- Like rolfing. - I don't know.

You might be able to sell that shit out by the Bay, but...

Venture Philanthropy is the future.

I sought you out because I want your support

when I bring this to the board.

My support isn't gonna help.

The folks on the World-Aid board,

they aren't in it for the future.

They like the access and the status it gives them.

And they don't want to lose it.

Their risk tolerance is exactly zero.

Coach Tikhonov in Lake Placid.

That's a sport ball analogy, right?

Ok.

The future hurts.

But only once.

Denying it stings forever.

Like Shelob in Cirith Ungol.

Oh, that's a Middle Earth/fantasy analogy, right?

Ok.

But the board doesn't take to outsiders

telling them how to do their job.

I bear an unpleasant communiqué:

Due to your legal entanglements,

the chairman has asked that I represent

the Axelrod Foundation on the dais... in your stead.

I remember a time when ten million

got you on the main stage...

Go ahead, Ayles.

And there it is:

The only person the board mistrusts

more than someone like you, is me.

But I'm still on the board.

So I'll consider your proposal.