Billions

Previously on "Billions"...

This is an object lesson.

People learn much better

when heightened emotions accompany the instruction.

Epstein's vacated New York Attorney General's seat

is there for me.

But the moment I poke my head up,

Jack Foley will come after me.

I'd like you to meet Douglas Mason. He's my father.

I thought you were ready.

To use your "preferred pronouns..."

They're the ones used by those who respect me.

Taylor knows I'm front-running their positions.

Stop fucking with Taylor Mason.

"I am chomping at the bit to be your next Attorney General"!

I need your assistance. Starting with the primary.

You want me to help put you

in the State Attorney General's office.

I do.

Season 04 Episode 04

Episode Title: "Overton Window"

We're gonna be here all fucking night.

If we don't get caught.

We're not gonna get caught.

Well, you sound pretty sure for someone wearing

bright fucking yellow like you're in Kill Bill.

I'm in camo, bro.

In this lot, I'm fucking invisible.

Besides, we're getting paid well enough...

Once, when I was a boy,

I lost a hundred bucks I didn't have at a carny game.

Hard to feature that. But, uh, before you really launch in...

I was very young.

I thought the game was to knock down the pins.

The game though, was to get people to pay

to try to knock down the pins.

Which, of course, didn't go down.

And, uh, the guys playing the game were carny workers.

And you were merely the...

Sucker.

Right. Yeah.

Today, your opponent thinks an election is taking place.

But he doesn't know how many of his voters

are already en route to a free junket

with fresh Buffalo nickels in their pockets.

Or that parents in his best districts have been forced

to drive their kids to school

instead of getting down to the voting booths

because the school buses were all out of commission.

By day's end, it'll be the lowest voter turnout

in primary history, which will allow you to eke out a victory.

And then you will be the presumptive.

Attorney General of New York goddamned State.

This is where you do some version of the happy dance.

Ah.

And I know just the jig I'd throw down on

if I thought that were so...

flatfoot and buck, like they do in the Ozarks.

But, uh, sadly, no matter how few vote today,

I'm not gonna book a win.

The thing to remember, Black Jack, is that the only

folks who win in a Mexican standoff are the rest of us.

Because all the Mexicans die.

No. T-This situation is different.

I don't see how.

You have your guns trained on my boy,

my boy has his trained on you.

Anyone fires, everyone fires.

Death to one and all.

But if no one fires,

everyone survives.

And thrives.

Well, I may not see the narrative just the way you do.

Because I may not be as worried

about dying in the gun fight as you are.

As long as the boy goes down, too.

Now is not the time to throw away a lifetime of pragmatism.

Perhaps I'm doing just the opposite

of throwing it away, Charles.

Perhaps I'm doing the most pragmatic thing I know to do.

And that is: to make certain this office stays pristine.

At whatever cost.

So have no doubt:

Your boy shall never be

the Attorney General of this proud state...

or of any of the lesser states of our great nation.

Not on my watch.

And if that means he goes public with some story

about metals and bridges and me, so be it.

But he can't prosecute it anymore.

And I hardly think that story will capture the imagination

the same way his degenerate sex life will.

By 5:00 p.m. tomorrow afternoon.

he declares he's withdrawing from the primary,

or I go public.

What he has on you is that strong?

If he exposes it, my chances are flushed.

Could just be posturing,

knowing that you don't actually want to trade blows.

Charles Rhoades Senior would have sniffed that out.

No. No.

I may have to lay down to him, get out of the race.

"Always outnumbered. Always outgunned."

As Mosley said it best.

That's the state of play for guys like us.

That's what we need to get us up with the sun.

You can't quit.

All I have to do is say the words.

But you won't.

You know...

and this isn't easy to say:

you were the most formidable opponent I ever had.

'Cause you read me.

My chest was out, sure,

but inside it, my heart was racing

when I knew that you were coming for me.

I'll admit that cheers me.

Well, then take it in, man. Let it fuel you. Then fight on.

You know I will do everything humanly possible

right up until his deadline.

I'm a phone call away if you need me.

Karl!

Find out why Foley is so willing to engage in this brinkmanship.

There's something here I'm not seeing.

Yup.

I know you rarely take the time

to look after yourself.

A latte, the way you like it, and a ginger scone.

Animal-free, gluten-free. Of course.

Are you heading back home soon?

I planned to, but...

Materials on what... a proposed business?

Yes. Lattice grid fins, you know?

Your white whale.

A mathematically based enhancement.

Ups efficiency to unheard of levels.

Perhaps you can take a look.

Or I could take you through it...

I don't want to be in a position to say "no" to you.

Hey, who says you're going to, huh?

Wait'll you see the tech...

And I thought the extended visit was about our relationship.

It was. It is about us.

I could use a hand... a financial hand... with my endeavor, is all.

But it's pretty special.

It really is this time.

Please, look at it. When you can.

- You alright? - Yes.

This thing is fun to drive.

Want to take it for a lap or two?

I have to head to the airport.

So, you're leaving out of Houston.

Yep. Are you sure you don't want to join me?

You sound like you want to join me.

We can run a friction test up there.

Ah. In the name of science.

Absolutely.

I've been wanting to do the zero-gravity flight for years.

I have the whole aircraft to myself. I paid 165K.

I would've paid whatever they asked.

Thanks. But I'm gonna have to leave the vomit comet to you...

Wimp.

That might work another time.

But I really can't.

I got to deliver a sickening ride of my own today...

to the CEO of Noon to Night stores...

I mean, how do you not turn a fucking profit

with two thousand locations selling soda and cigs?

You're sitting with Evan Robards?

Nah. Chris Sacca first.

He's throwing his shares behind me.

Then I "big stake" Robards before he takes the stage

at the shareholder meeting.

He hits the bricks. I leave with two board seats.

Have fun storming the castle.

Oh, I will.

Send me a pic from the stratosphere.

So?

Nice ride. How much?

$132,000.

I'll take two.

What color do you want?

It's leaking, Axe. It's leaking and it's gonna

blow and there's nothing anyone can do about it...

Who the fuck is this?

Carter Calloway, from Baton Rouge...

Okay. Slow down, breathe, and tell me what's going on.

An LNG terminal at the port has a perforation.

It wasn't detected until it was too late

and when those vapors build up...

- Boom. - Ka-boom.

The tank's gonna explode.

Then the shrapnel from that will set off other tanks...

Are you sure about this?

It's science. It's inevitable.

Gonna go up like a bullfrog with an M-80 in its ass.

Who else knows about this?

No one. Yet. But everyone's gonna.

I want your business, that's why I called you. You said if...

Yeah. I know what I said. We'll do business later.