Billions

Previously on Billions...

The case you'll be bringing is: Obstruction of justice.

Against the Attorney General.

We need the icebreaker now. We need Grigor Andolov.

International criminals are unstable bedrock.

for a cap raise.

You don't think taking his money was at least worth a discussion?

There was a discussion.

He said I was off the raise team.

This is an object lesson.

It's time to put away childish enthusiasms.

I don't even know that it's wrong for him

to do what he's doing...

only that I don't like how it makes me feel.

Boss... Mick Danzig just quit.

Jack. No.

Yes, Jack.

I know that you have built a good chunk.

of your fortune on cheap steel deals.

It's not only illegal, it's fucking dangerous.

But if you imagine this is the first time

I've ever had to wrestle with my shoulders near the mat,

you're gonna learn something very different.

We. Fucking. Did it!

Six billion dollars committed.

I've been making follow-up calls to book.

the money that was pledged at the raise.

I'm having problems locking it in.

It looks like you're ready to get into business.

I need a meeting with your boss, Grigor Andolov.

I will pull all my money,

and I will give it to Taylor.

A new kind of organization.

And you can make more than you do now.

With a partnership stake.

You've stolen from me. And you've betrayed me.

Alvin? We got him.

It worked. I can play you the tape.

The fellas told me what you had in store for me.

You, Charles Rhoades Junior, are relieved of duty.

On power of the President, you are fired!

Get the fuck out of here.

'Io, Bob. Charles.

So, you know how you're gonna go after Jock?

Some ideas floating around my head.

And, uh, Taylor?

Yeah.

Got a plan that's starting to form.

You bopping over to the Taylor Mason party after this?

So you have good intel. That we met with Ms. Mason.

If that's what you want to call them.

We need to be certain no money is going

to ex-employees of Axe Capital...

Ms. Mason, specifically,

if you want us to continue jacking up your returns.

One moment.

Absolutely. Yeah.

This conversation should continue

with the Sheik back at the Embassy.

He's having his own after-party.

Where's the Sheik?

We can have more fun without him.

Come on.

I'd love that.

Good morning, boss.

Hey, Chef Ryan.

I got up early.

Just put that coffee in a go-cup and get the car brought around.

Man like you should eat something.

So you have fuel to burn.

Do I look like I need to fan the fire?

The new, beefed up non-competes. Ready to be signed.

They better be iron fucking clad.

Believe me, they're tighter than AC/DC in '78.

Then let 'em fly.

Ah. Man that preacher can sing.

Hmm?

Al Green!

The Reverend.

But this is before that.

Now, this is The Belle Album.

It's considered by many to be the long player

he made as an apology and entreaty to Jesus Christ

for the life of the flesh he had been living

before he joined the ministry.

Is that so?

Indubitably. Hmm.

Just two years earlier, he was scalded

when his girlfriend threw a boiling pot of hot grits

over him in the midst of a fight.

She felt so bad after, that she retreated into the bedroom,

picked up his handgun... his handgun...

and shot herself.

Dead.

Tragic.

Mm. My guess?

Green never forgave himself

for having that pistol in the house.

This bullshit is you telling me

you can't get me a gun permit.

No, sir!

It is no small thing to do,

but if that's what's necessary, I can make it happen.

No, I tell you the story as a way to communicate

that you shouldn't want a gun permit.

I don't want one. I need one.

I'm high profile, I own horses,

I carry cash to and from the track,

to the garage and back.

My wife, look, the kid loves jewelry,

I need to know that we can move freely and safely.

Mr. Brogan, do not get a permit to carry a handgun.

You asked for my counsel, that's my counsel.

No. I'm not here for your counsel.

You're supposed to be a power broker now, right?

So broker some power.

Tap your relationship with the Police Commissioner.

Unless, when they canned your ass, you lost all your pull.

Is that what this is? Please.

My favor bank is chock-full.

How's this: I happen to have in my possession,

a Park-Anywhere Permit

direct from the Mayor's Office.

You can pull right up wherever you're going, nice and safe,

no one will ticket your car.

You park on the sidewalk

and cops will have to walk around it.

Cops already walk around my car.

I have an ex-cop driving it.

I know a carry permit is almost impossible in New York.

Yes. Toughest in the country.

Only ex-cops and ex-feds gain concealed carry permits

in New York City... And guys hooked up on high.

Which is what I figured you were.

But now it's clear, you're not.

Teva's about to announce, you poised, Dollar Bill?

Aye, Captain.

If América Móvil gets whacked, the peso goes with it, Ev...

I'm Everready.

Personal foul on the play: Using your own nickname.

Hey, Rudy, where are you landing on Rio?

I'm seeing weakness in Australian ore, so...

You're the only weakness I'm seeing.

Wait, what?

Over in the kitchen before the open you said

they were expanding their rail capacity.

- Yeah. - So I thought they must be

expanding their CapEx and would be down for a quarter or two...

That was your mistake: Thinking.

Hey, what's the rumpus?

- I was... - Nothing.

My thong's already riding up my crack,

I don't need you up there too, Axe.

Oh, that's exactly where I am.

That goes for all of you.