Billions

You heard anything about a new casino

coming upstate New York?

Yeah. I heard whispers.

Sandicot's downtown is ripe for redevelopment.

The whole county's on the edge of default.

You get to buy it cheap, pennies on the dollar.

Wendy was at Krakow Capital earlier today.

I need you back at Axe Capital.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

I'm here to ask a favor.

Rhoades reached out to me.

I'll be careful.

We only get one shot at this.

Express concerns about the bid rigging.

Make it clear that you know it's going on.

Arendt is putting us all in danger.

He's gonna send us all to prison.

Mike's putting the band back together again,

just like I told him to.

Lawrence Boyd, you're under arrest.

I thought you understood the goddamn game.

Oh, I believe I do.

We find everybody that he fucked and we buy up their clamps.

It'll be tantamount to a class-action suit.

Oh!

You've been served.

With a lawsuit?

Hundred and twenty-seven of them.

They expedited you right through.

I'm not sure swift justice is what I'm after,

but I'm glad to be outside.

If I didn't have the five million for the bail,

I would've had to stay the night.

You'd have been fine.

No, I wouldn't have.

Get us the fuck out of here.

Rhoades is gonna flip one of your guys.

When this is over, you'll be able to stand tall

knowing that you did the right thing by cooperating.

He has. I got word.

Where do I sign?

What do I do?

- Flip him back. - How?

I introduced you to a man who can get that done.

Hall stopped returning my calls.

You wouldn't let him do what he wanted.

Well, I fucking will now. Anything he says.

You goddamned better,

because I need you to gut this motherfucker Rhoades

for both of us.

I will.

I'll get out here.

When you get back to your country house tonight,

go out back and take a sauna.

Get focused.

That's an order.

You know, I usually get a full-on Woodrow Wilson going

when I'm billing a client for hundreds of lawyer hours a week.

But, uh, every hour I spend with you,

I'm aware little by little, you're getting wiped out,

and that's even though I'm underbilling you.

And then I sign the slips for all the associates

putting in time on your cases,

and I wind up feeling a little sick.

Just keep doing what you're doing.

I'll figure it out.

How about the house? It has to have occurred to you.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it would solve a lot of problems.

Financially.

Are you worried Wendy wouldn't want to sell?

No.

I'm worried she wouldn't care.

You're raising your children here.

Trust me, it matters just as much to her as it does to you.

That doesn't mean she wouldn't see the wisdom of putting it on the market.

Right now, things between us are so fragile,

I'm afraid to pull even a single thread.

Plus, if I floated selling the house,

I'd have to tell her why,

and I think it's best that she...

doesn't know the full extent of things.

How's couples therapy going?

As excruciating as I remember it?

Actually, I find that the best moments

often closely follow the worst ones.

You know?

Every now and then, for whatever reason,

the heaviness just lifts,

and, uh...

then we're just us again.

I don't remember those moments lasting very long.

Like lightning.

Y-Y-You're fighting for a lot right now,

your job, your marriage.

Maybe consider the concept that everything has a life span

and it's not the worst thing to let certain things change...

or die off... when it's time.

Fuck.

I'm here solely at the behest of our mutual friend.

I know.

He says that you've gained a more comprehensive understanding

of your position.

I have.

What happens now?

Your accounts are frozen, of course,

so go to your contingency funds.

You'll need to access 2.5 million dollars

and funnel that amount here by tomorrow morning.

It's the first installment

to your former associate Michael Arendt...

so that he will cease cooperating.

You need to form a holding company...

I suggest on the Isle of Man...

in order to make payments to his wife

in the sum of $2.5 million dollars every quarter...

I don't want to know the specifics.

You need to carry the weight of it now.

If any of these wire transfers is even a minute late,

he will be free to say whatever he wants

to whomever he wants.

I understand.

Is money enough?

There's also this.

Arendt's children?

He will know that I will know

where they are every day that he's in jail.

You wouldn't actually hurt them?

Imagine the kind of man that could hurt a child,

the psychic baggage that would come along

with something like that.

You'd never offload it.

Not really.

Make the payments. I'll take care of the rest.

Enjoy your sauna.

Get in touch with Boyd's people.

Let's get him in here.

What do you think we can ask for?

The maximum, what is it, ten years?

Let's offer five.

Lowest I'll go is 18 months.

Jail time?

He's not even gonna negotiate if that's on the table.

So be it.

You want to risk putting this in front of a jury?

I want the world to know that I can be

a stubborn motherfucker if I need to be.

We're talking about bid-rigging Treasury auctions.

What kind of a jury isn't gonna slip into a coma

while we try to explain to them what the fuck that even means?

It's your job to figure out how to keep them entertained.

This is a case that could make your career.

Or end it.

I can't wait to see Boyd's face.

That's right.

We don't rate an appearance by Mr. Boyd?

Mr. Boyd is confident his presence isn't required.

I've been instructed by my client to tell you

that Spartan-Ives is willing to pay a small fine,

but that there will be no admission of guilt

by Mr. Boyd personally and, of course, no termination.

We have an authenticated audio recording

of your client incriminating himself,

and a corroborating witness.

You can tell your client that his disrespect

of the Southern District has been noted.

There's a deal on the table.

We pass.

Hang tight.

Hey.

Hey.

What was that?

Uh, we've lost Arendt.

What do you mean, he's...

Oh, fuck!

Boyd obviously feels safe.

Somebody got to our witness.

So all we have is a shitty recording?

- That's our case? - No.

We have a guilty defendant.

Don't forget about that part.

You wanted a jury trial.

You've definitely got it.

I was renovating anyway,

so I said, "Well, why not dry-age my own?"

Ohh!

All that meat!

Don't you be shy.

You choose whatever you want,

and I'll have Valerie throw it on the grill.

We have the Wagyus, Tomahawk ribeye,

Fullblood Tenderloin... all grass-fed, of course.

Ooh. A5 Kobe Strip.

That is a nice one.

That's aging well.

So, listen, we have a timing issue.

How bad?

We cut deals with all the property owners to vacate,

but...

Some are backing out?