07x03 - Winston d*ck Energy

[bunniefuu]

[WAGS] Previously on Billions.

Truman had a sign on his desk

that said, "The buck stops here."

Mine's gonna say, "I am the buck."

It's one thing to help
keep the trains running

when it was just about Prince
staying rich and getting richer.

But I have decided that he is dangerous.

[JUDGE] Mr. Rhoads,
charges are dismissed.

You are free to go.

- [GAVEL SLAMS]
- What's got your eye?

You must be fielding
job offers by the dozen.

I'm talking about US Attorney,

Southern district of New York.

- This guy's a f*ckin' badass!
- Olé!

This is the best thing that's
ever happened on this floor.

He's got that
"Winston d*ck Energy" happening.

- [GROANS]
- [PRINCE] And when we win,

you'll be feted as a miracle worker.

You're not a politician.

You're hoping to contribute
by doing a public service.

- A statesman.
- [CHEERING]

Let's do this!

Mr. President.

It is an honor to hear from you.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hi, Mr. Wagner.

[WAGS] Let's see what's in
the old footlocker, Omar.

Let me get you your bottle.

["SHE SELLS SANCTUARY"
BY THE CULT PLAYS]

♪ Oh the heads that turn ♪

♪ Make my back burn ♪

♪ And those heads that turn ♪

♪ Make my back, ♪
♪ Make my back burn ♪

Here's your bottle.

- [GLASS CLINKING]
- [MAN] Ladies and gentlemen,

the author himself, Michael Lewis.

[LEWIS] So the street has changed.

It's been cleaned up. Sanitized.

I mean, no one says "f*ck" anymore.

- [LAUGHTER]
- They've taken the strippers off

the trading floors.

In a way, the lie has gone deeper

because no one on the outside

looks the way they are on the inside.

Except for you.
I think of you as the last holdout.

The last wolves in wolves' clothing.

The last crass m*therf*ckers.

- [LAUGHTER]
- So in that spirit,

let's raise a glass
to crass m*therf*ckers

and the th anniversary
of Liar's Poker.

[EXCLAIMING, CHEERING]

What a beautiful con
you've pulled, Lewis.

They all think Liar's Poker was
a love letter to them. Kudos.

It wasn't a con, Wags.
I just wrote it the way it was.

And people see in it
what they want to see.

Hmm. Like disco balls and coke mirrors.

- [CHUCKLES]
- [WAGS] Salut.

[GLASSES CLINK]

Hey, you really got us right. Thanks.

[LEWIS] You're gonna have
to tell me your name.

- Clark.
- Ah, Clark.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[WAGS] Eric f*ckin' Scott.

- Wags!
- [LAUGHTER]

Glad to see you haven't
decamped to Florida yet

like the the rest of 'em.

I must love taxes

and a bodega bacon, egg and cheese.

That's why I'm still
slugging it out in Gotham.

No, the rumor is your
guy's rolling in Europe.

New guy, new money now.

And I'm making room in the Ark
for a select few old friends.

Mike Wagner playing pitchman? Sad.

Maybe New York is dead after all

and I should be packing for Brickell.

I'm not selling you
a Veg-O-Matic here, buddy.

I'm giving you a chance
to turn your wad over

a last time or two.

Let's drink on this.

You are a legend, Wags,

- so I wanna hear you out.
- [WAGS CHUCKLING]

You're the guy that ran up
a tab so high at Ponte's

that Joe almost had
to take out a mob loan

just to keep serving
those angry lobsters.

Oh, Ponte's was nothing.

Do you remember when
you went to Career Day

for that escort's kid?

What was that, ' ?
That f*cking k*lled me.

Her name was Claire.
She was special to me.

[MORT LAUGHING] Right, Claire.

You hired her for, uh,

that Tiger Cub's bachelor party.

Oh, that's right.
The poor guy got simplex

- on his lip on his wedding day.
- [LAUGHTER]

You hired him 'cause you felt so bad.

Yeah, till he tanked one quarter

and Wags used his desk as a urinal.

Well, there was a day

you stepped wrong
on Wags' trading floor,

and he would bloody you
up like Jake the Muss.

I can still walk the walk.

Mm.

You should hear me on this:

Michael Prince Capital
is where you want to be.

We're not taking on institutional money,

but like I said...

I can get exceptions made for you lugs.

And I'll make some room in the fund

for some of your clients,
but only the A-listers.

Make you look like superstars.

[SCOTT] You always did have
the best ideas about...

which club to hit after the Super Bowl,

or where to get the best
space cakes in Amsterdam.

And he k*lled it
'cause that f*cking attitude

drove you like Max Verstappen.

No offense, but now...

you got about as much
edge as Barry Manilow.

Offense f*cking taken.

Hey, hey, hey,

everybody gets left
behind at some point.

You privately embrace your obsolescence

and hope nobody notices for a while.

Speak for yourself, m*therf*cker.

[SCOTT] It was one thing when
you worked for a bad ass,

but now you're in a politician's stable,

which is one step away from
the f*cking glue factory.

Keep talking and I'll
mollywop ya right here

in front of the whole g*ng.

I'll wait a while for
the Cialis to kick in.

Hey, Omar,

put my bottle back in the locker.

Let these assholes go back

to choking on their usual swill.

Well, he got f*cking sensitive.

You couldn't buy it for yourself,

so I figured I would.

[LAUGHS]

It's perfect.

Heading out?

Yeah, but you might not want to
leave the office for a while.

Oh, the going away thing, yeah.

Scooter's got it.
I-I have something else.

[WINSTON] Gratitude, shame, entitlement,

these are our...

[SIGHS] I don't really
traffic in that crap.

No, on this occasion,
the eve of my departure,

I would like to say to you all...

I would like to say: You're welcome,

for all that I've brought to MPC.

And in the words of the
great poet DJ Khaled,

"Every time I step up in the building,

"everybody hands go up,

"and they stay there.

'Cause all I do is win."

Anyone else care to say something?

- You sure?
- Is it weird that I'll miss him?

- Objectively, yes.
- Right?

- Yeah, f*ck you, Winston.
- But after the "Princident,"

Winston was the only one who
looked at me the same way.

But that way was slavish and pathetic.

[WINSTON] Don't be shy. Anybody?

Anybody?

Okay, then.
I'll just say one more thing.

Ah, actually, Winston,
I have something to share.

[WINSTON] Is Prince coming?

Uh, no. No, he's not.

He's... not.

But he did ask me to convey to you

that you truly have
been a member of this...

- Team!
- He said "organization."

He usually calls it a team.

This time he went with organization.

And so, yeah.

Goodbye and thanks.

Goodbye.

I hate it. And you're proposing
to send a copy of it

to Chuck Rhoades?
I hate everything about that.

Can you figure out why I love it?

Are you that good?

Okay. Okay.

The purpose of a Super PAC is to get

high-net-worth supporters
to invest in your candidacy

in a way that seems arms-length.
You know this.

The idea is not to put
yourself in a position

where you're gonna face federal charges.

That is, I concede, the usual plan.

Ah.

You're running a dye test here.

You want to see if Chuck
Rhoades is paying attention?

Okay. A trainer feeds
a caged tiger fresh beef

so it develops a taste for
that instead of trainer.

The tiger's waiting by his door,
same time every day,

ready to pounce on it.

But you know the scariest
moment of a trainer's life?

When he goes inside the enclosure

and the cat isn't there.

They can't see it.

Doesn't mean that cat escaped,

it means it's hiding,

ready to revert to its nature and hunt.

I can't afford to let Chuck Rhoades

revert to his nature.

So you're feeding him some red meat,

so you know exactly
where he's coming from.

That's right.

Still hate it.

Can I still hate it? 'Cause...

[AUDIBLE SHUDDER] ...still hate it.

Kate Sacker's gonna get it to him.

Hi, Wendy.

I was wondering if you could
write me a prescription.

For Wellbutrin.

Um, if necessary, of course.

Why don't we set an intake
session for tomorrow

- then we can decide...
- I only need one, actually.

One pill?

I've been taking it for a while now,

and it's a good fit.

I just dropped my last one
down the sink this morning,

and my, uh,

prescriber has been out of
town for a couple of days.

I'll be able to get my full refill soon.

Your "prescriber"... you mean your GP?

Um...

- Yeah.
- [WENDY] Ben Kim,

who prescribed the Wellbutrin?

Fine. I've been seeing
an outside psychiatrist.

She prescribed the meds,

but she's been in Vienna
for a conference.

Getting back tomorrow night.

I see. Um...

How long have you been
seeing this doctor?

Respectfully,
this is separate from what you do.

We all think you're an
awesome performance coach...

Three months? Longer?

Six months.

So, um...

will you help?

With the prescription?

Of course, yes.

[SHARP INHALE]

"We all." Who else is seeing her?

[IRA] I assume we're taking
down the Russ & Daughters novi

in this random office so
that yours doesn't smell like

an appetizing shop
during your next meeting?

Actually, this is your office.

If you want it.

"Come join me for a celebratory
kickoff breakfast, Ira."

Of course, it couldn't be just that.
It was a trap.

Oh!

Trap sounds so sinister.
No. It's an opportunity.

Come on, you've got the money,

you've got the wife, the new kid.

But you know what you're missing?

An alpaca?

The juice! The action!

Sense of mission.

The long hours. The long odds.

The shitty pay.

Ah, Chuck,
I've been a prosecutor before...

N-n-no,
we were just line prosses back then.

Answering up.
You've never done it with me in charge.

Only running the ops we choose,
fighting back to back,

no matter how outgunned by

pricey douchebag defense attorneys.

Taking down the even bigger
douchebags who employ them.

Be my Deputy US Attorney.

Nope. No way.

I'm sorry.
You know I'd love to spend all day

hanging with you.
That's the alluring part.

- [CHUCK] Mm.
- And the...

chance to do a thing that
actually matters does appeal...

I'll stay quiet and let
you talk yourself into it.

But you know we'd end
up arguing all day.

There's no conversation more boring

than the one where everyone agrees.

Montaigne's a deep pull,
I'll give you that.

- Oh. [CHUCKLES]
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Swabbies are on the deck, boss.

Ah, I see you've succeeded
with one recruit at least.

Just one? You sure? At least one.

[SOFT SIGH]

I am genuinely thrilled to be here.

And I don't thrill easy.

Uh-uh.

Oh, we're going
to hold the rich and powerful

and criminal accountable
for their actions,

no matter the cost.

I want you to go back to your desks

and pull the cases you
thought were too hot,

too hard, too close to the third rail.

Pitch me those cases...

directly, not through channels...

and together we will
take that unformed carbon

and pressurize it into diamonds.

Into wins.

[MAN] All right, let's do it.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

f*ck no, I don't see a shrink.

Do you talk about work
with your other therapist?

Yes.

But it's a totally separate thing.

Church and state, you know?

Dr. Mayer is your classic Freudian.

She's all about getting to the "why,"

even if it has unexpected results.

It's a trip.

Seems I have a lot of resentment
for maternal figures in my life.

[RIAN] I mostly talk about
weird recurring dreams with her.

Like, you don't need to know
about sex dreams, right?

It's not work relevant.

Except like,
when it's about the displacement

and sublimation of my
desires in the workplace.

But it's only sometimes about that.

[SACKER] I know my rights.

That includes the
Patient's Bill of Rights,

to not discuss sh*t about what I discuss

or with whom I discuss.

- So there is someone?
- Or if I discuss.

I tell all my friends,
just because a cop asks a question

doesn't mean you gotta answer.

I owe Dr. Mayer big time.

I used to wake up from
about to a.m. each night

replaying this conversation
I had once with an ex.

What kind of conversation?

Well, that's between me and the doc.

But the thing is, it's gone.

And now I'm all Z's from eyes shut

till open in the morning.

So you've never met with Dr. Mayer?

Okay, fine. I just started.

I hardly said anything in my sessions.

So it hasn't really paid off for you?

Can't say that. No.

I'd been burying some of my natural

aggressive tendencies
since the fund blew up.

But... well, I'm back
to Liver King levels now.

At work and in the bedroom.

I've been using every
inch of that Cali King.

Train kept a-rollin' all night long.

Who suggested you see her?

Person who hired me.

[WENDY] Have I not supported
you in our work together?

It isn't about that.
I am not only the work.

And you can't deny your focus
is more on results than people.

Dr. Mayer takes a holistic approach.

So I've heard. I didn't realize
my approach was lacking.

Or that you, of all people,

didn't trust me with your whole self.

How are we supposed to move forward

with that sitting between us?

It isn't about trust.
Our people needed a real doctor.

- And so did I.
- I am a real doctor.

Technically, yes.
But I'm not sure anyone here

feels comfortable coming
to you with anything

besides work stuff.

And Mayer creates a
very safe atmosphere.

A safe feeling, just being around her.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

Excuse me.

How do you know she's here?

Security called to let her up.

[BEEPING]

Who are you here to see, ma'am...
uh, Bonnie?

Drop the bullshit, Peach.

Babe, babe, babe.

I've been waiting for you to
step out of those elevators

since I got back here.

But maybe we should talk after work,
on the down low.

Jesus Christ. I'm not here for that.

- Oh, yeah. Just...
- [TAYLOR] Bonnie!

What can we help you with?

It's what I can help you with.

Your former man Winston is shopping

a new piece of risk-management software
on the Street right now.

He pitched it at my firm this morning,

and I haven't seen the
principals this excited

since they were rubbing up against me

at the Christmas party.

I heard he left here just yesterday,

so the timing seemed sus.

[WAGS] Goddamnit!

And on my watch. f*ck!

That moonlighting prick.
Where does he get the energy?

- f*ck!
- You already said "f*ck."

But, yeah, you're right.

He must've developed
this before he left.

WDE Risk Management. What's WDE...?

[RIAN] Winston d*ck Energy.

I don't espouse it,
I just know what it stands for.

He said it... often.

Why are you willing to
come share this with us?

'Cause if there's one thing
I hate more than this place,

it's backstabbing thieves,
so I had to set things right.

- No, that's not it...
- Yeah, no way.

Total bullshit.

Fine. I'm looking for a
bump in comp at my new firm.

Give me an offer I can use as leverage,

and I'll forward you the pitch deck.

- Right.
- Naturally.

That's the Bonnie we know.

We'll write something up and email you.

Still looking fly in that fleece.

[QUIETLY] Call me.

[PRINCE] What kind of AI does it use?

[PHILIP] ASI for risk mitigation.

It works automatically
across all sectors

to detect hidden exposure
throughout the portfolio

and reduce it through a variety

of hedges and other techniques.

The edge this would
give on returns is...

- considerable.
- We need it back.

And to make it clear that no
one takes from us and lives.

Let me be clear that, for the record,

you're speaking in metaphor.

If it makes you feel better.

I'll get an injunction filed right away
to stop him from shopping it.

It's a work for hire.
He has no legal leg to stand on.

But what about the optics
of Mike taking legal action

against a former employee in
this pro-worker environment?

If we don't, we run the risk
of losing the tech, full stop.

Say what you're really worried about.

Reputation. Yours. Which is of

particular importance right now.
But also mine.

If it becomes public that in
my early days at the helm,

someone disrespected me like this...

I'd rather do this quietly.

You talking about reputation or ego?

In this case, there's no difference.

[PHILIP] I'm tied up in this sh*t too,
now, since he was,

for a minute, also my employee.

I'll own my mistakes,
but give us a minute

to make this thing right.

I'm willing to gamble
and give you a minute,

but not much more.

Greed or fear, which will you appeal?

You really want to know?

You have hours,
then Kate files the injunction.

I feel obliged to tell you
that you are gambling

like Phil Mickelson pressing a Nassau.

It's hours, Kate.

And like Lefty,
I can usually make the sh*t.

I'm not only talking about this.

Ah, you delivered the Super
PAC filing to the SDNY.

Yes. But I have a...

low confidence interval
on the plan succeeding.

Why's that?

Chuck's always been as smart as you,
me, whomever else.

In the past, his emotions have
allowed him to forget that.

But I just... don't know
that's where we are now.

Thanks.

[IRA] Okay.

- That case did it for me.
- [CHUCK] Hmm.

Like reading a Penthouse
Forum in days of yore.

Creative application of RICO.

Real teeth there. Instant headlines.

Maybe not the kind we want. Um...

Didn't feel like lightning to me.

What's so distracting?

[SIGHS] Prince Super PAC filing

with the Federal Election Commission.

Anything juicy?

- [SOFT CHUCKLE]
- Don't get

waylaid with this right now.

Let's make some cases.

You know it.

Amanda Torre, Securities Unit.

When I get face time with the bosses,

I'm not bringing any weak sh*t.

Oh. We speaking our thoughts
out loud, Ms. Torre?

No, what I'm bringing you
is a fog-cutter,

a case that's going to
make noise in the press.

One that's precedent-setting,

with a high-profile target for a bad guy

and victims you can really pull for.

Oh, and one
with a clear road to victory.

Anything less,
and I'm wasting your time.

- Quite the wish list.
- Wish granted. Here you go.

Pump-and-dump scheme.

Wolf of Wall Street lead broker.
Scuzzy lawyers.

- Working people defrauded.
- She's playing all the hits.

[AMANDA] My SEC contact is
ready to formalize a complaint.

The FBI and I turned one of his traders

like she was Adriana La Cerva.

Well, keep her going, then.

Come back when you really have him.

Right now, feels thin.

[SCOFFS] I'm sorry, um...

what feels thin about this?

Can I get some guidance, or...

Uh, where were you when He laid
the foundation of the earth?

The f*ck does that mean?

Not to us to question the exalted.

Come on, I'll tell you some w*r stories.

- [CLEARS THROAT]
- [DOOR CLOSES]

I know the first prosecution
has a lot riding on it,

but we've gotta break
the seal at some point.

One should make his decisions

within the space of seven breaths.

So I did.

Gandhi?

Uh, Book of the Samurai.

[IRA] Well... perfect

is the enemy of the good.
Does it say that in there?

We had a stack of winners,

and that was before Ms. Torre walked in.

And she was spittin' truth.

So, what more are we looking for?
Clue me in here.

and , buddy.

That was the personal
record at one point.

And I got it by picking the winners,

not betting the swayback nags.

I know what I'm doing.

You sure that's all it is?

[SIGHS]

There was once an aura
amongst federal prosecutors,

something noble and untouchable.

It made them king-like in their ability

to either indict or refuse to charge.

Now my record earned me a part of that,

until I made some... missteps.

But I'm gonna get it back.

For the very honor of the job.

You brought the honor back

the moment you walked
into the office again.

I like the office.
I can do something from it.

So I can't be rash.
And I can't be emotional.

And I have to pick my spots.

You didn't ask me to work by your side

so I'd say nice things to you,

but I'm gonna do it anyway.

You're the best prosecutor
ever sat this office

because you used both your
intellect and your emotions.

That's why you were and .

This is a moment to take risks.
You are beloved.

That's the one thing you
didn't have last time. Use it.

So you don't lose it.

Okay, I hear you.

But that doesn't mean
I can listen to you.

Not yet.

Let me in on curb-stomping Winston.

Philip and I will handle it.

My schedule's light,
and this is just my kind of mission.

We got it. Thanks.

What's with you?

- Nothing.
- Nah.

I saw the way you reacted
to what Winston did.

It wasn't anger in those eyes.
It was sadness.

Can't I be both?

You steep that any longer,
you may as well suck the bag.

Plus, you don't drink herbal tea.

Minor f*cking detail.

Though I might as well start.

That's what obsolete pensioners do,
isn't it?

Drink tea, stare into space,
and decompose.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SIGHS] Mother's milk.

Better than a spot of zen-relax tea?

It was a f*cking eulogy, Wend.

Attending my own funeral.

The whole cast of Liar's
Poker dancing on my grave.

It would've been a lot more fun

if I had gotten to fake
my own death first.

This is when you throw me some magic

that unlocks everything.

Maybe my magic isn't what you need.

Maybe you need to see... someone.

A different kind of professional.

I've given that up. For the time being.

[SCOFFS]

So you're just a man
searching for his next act.

I'm not looking for a next act.
I want to go back in time.

You're still the same person, Wags.

It's the circumstances
around you that have changed.

The kind of theatrical moves
those guys are talking about,

that's in your bones.

You just need to find an opportunity

that'll activate that muscle memory.

And don't wait for permission.

Yes, inject that magic into my veins.

When I was talking about a
"professional" before,

I meant... therapist.

A real... therapist.

Oh, you heard about Dr. Mayer, then.

Don't... tell me you're seeing her too.

I assure you,
I prefer those depths unplunged.

Unless by you, of course.

Appreciate that.

So, do you know
what this chick is all about?

Why they're all so obsessed with her?

The Wendy Rhoades I know

does not speculate or rely on hearsay.

She dives as deep as the
f*cking Mariana Trench

until she finds the truth among
the supergiants at the bottom.

You want to know what this
knock-off Melfi is about...

go find out.

And I think you know
there is nothing anyone

could Freudian slip into my drink

that'll change the fact that you...

will always be my Dr. Mojo.

- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- [AMANDA] Sir?

Ms. Torre, once I pass on a case,

I don't reconsider it

unless there's been
some material change.

So, if that's not what
you're here to tell me...

This isn't my case.

This is Michael Prince's
Super PAC filing.

Deputy Schirmer gave it to me,

said you wanted me to take a look.

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah, good, great.
And, uh, what did you learn?

Potential violation of USC .

The foreign donor ban.

He wouldn't do something that obvious.

[AMANDA] Mm, not sure and not obvious.

There was an LLC that
donated called North Country.

The name caught my eye,
so I ran the CEO.

He appears to be a Canadian citizen.

- [SIGHS]
- [AMANDA] You interested in preparing charges?

Leave what you have,
I'll-I'll give it a look.

For the record,
the case I pitched is a stone winner.

[SCOFFS]

Been saving this one
for a special occasion...

Ahh!

Your return to the seat of power.

Applejack?

You stopped at the joint in
the corner on your way up.

It's what they had.

And the thought that counts.

You want to drink it or not?

What a sight you are, Charles.

[CHUCKLES]

The man back in his natural habitat.

Burning the midnight oil.

Please regale me with your first move.

Nothing I'm ready to share, I'm afraid.

Don't be modest, sonny.

You're sitting on something
bold and undeniable, I'm sure.

[CHUCK] Mm.

What did Ira tell you?

Ah, just that you're limp as a noodle.

Well, he said g*n-shy,
but I'm translating.

Oh, that's helpful. Thank you.

- Whoa.
- Ohh.

Did you know...

that I stayed faithful to your mother...

for five months after Kevin was born?

Would you like an award for that?

[CHUCK SR.] No...

I'm trying to tell you I can relate.

When I became a grandfather,

I vowed to become an upright man,

an example for my grandson.

God, those months felt like years.

I'd lay awake in bed next to
her every night, restless.

Nothing spoils the spirit
like rote sexual congress.

Dad!

I knew I'd die if I kept on like that,

yet I wasn't ready for divorce.

But when it came to the
idea of a new assignation...

the adrenaline rush

was-was almost sickening.

It was like an Acapulco
diver on top of a cliff,

trying to... to time the waves
so that I didn't go splat.

I was utterly frozen.

Until...

I attended the opening
of Bedminster Golf Club.

[CHUCKLES]

Did you ever meet his first wife?

Oh, Jesus, Dad, you didn't.

That woman was an athlete.

We made the beast right on
the green of the second hole.

Which is all very ironic,

considering where she now lies
once again, rest in peace.

Okay, your story hardly
accounts for the risks I face

as delightful as it is to
hear you are groin cousins

- with the former Miss...
- The point is, sonny,

you gotta make the leap.

Because the rewards are inestimable.

[SIGHS]

- [LINE RINGING]
- [SACKER] Sacker.

Kate. It's time to go see Rhoades.

Try and prompt a reaction.
Get him following the scent.

- Should I bring the whole team?
- Sure. Good idea.

Bring whomever you think
will help get the job done.

You got it.

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle.

No need to be anybody but oneself.

It's good to see you, Dr. Rhoades.

Make it Wendy.

Shall we do it here,
or do you have A Room of One's Own?

I've been expecting you.

I'm sure you have.

You rustle someone's cattle,
they're gonna come looking.

Was it the welcoming literary patter

that helped you snare my patients?

I didn't see your brand on them.
At first.

After talking to them,
the burns became more visible.

Uh-huh. You know...

[SIGHS]

I didn't... come here to do this.

You've helped my people quite a lot.

I wanted to thank you,

and to see if we could find...

a way to work in concert.
A harmony between our styles.

Surely you don't think we
do the same thing, Wendy.

We take different approaches,
but we're both psychiatrists.

Humor me, please.

How do you know you're
good at what you do?

I could say close to billion earned

and managed by my clients,

but I won't step into that trap.

My goals are aligned with
those of my patients.

They want... they need... to earn,

need to fight, need to win.

The money's just a symbol of
what we're working towards.

All of our shared patients,

they're all addicts.

What they need...

it's wrapped up in a
very complicated bundle

of compulsive behavior and purpose.

Your talent and insight,

you use it to disguise
it all as purpose,

to keep them on a hamster wheel.

Well, certainly,
the wheel may get bigger,

but it's still...

essentially a prison.

So I'm their jailer?

I don't think any of them
would agree with that.

Fair. But I can't help but think...

What if you used all your ability

to free them instead?

It is no secret that you
are extraordinary, Wendy.

But I think you could be even better.

I would like to help you with that.

Thank you. But I'm not in the market

for a performance coach.

I was suggesting therapy.

Isn't that why you're here, really?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Miss me already, huh?
- Not quite.

Please, take off your shoes.
Or stay on the marble.

Jesus, these carpets are harder to clean

than a frat basement couch.

Bill us. We know
about WDE Risk Management.

People are already
talking about it, huh?

- It's gonna be huge.
- Not only did you

create the software while at MPC,

meaning you're hawking property
stolen from Mike Prince,

but you trained it on
data from our traders.

You don't want this to
get messy with a lawsuit.

Surrender the code, we can work out

a suitable position for you at MPC.

Head of Risk Management, maybe?

[LAUGHS] I'm done working
for other people, thanks.

And I coded WDE after I left.

In the eight hours before you
started trying to sell it?

Kids work quick these days,
you know that.

That isn't going to hold up in court.

Please. I used an air-gapped computer,

so the code trail supports my timeline.

I mean, I would've, if I'd done it
while I was still at MPC.

But look, I'm a generous dude,
and we're friends.

So I'll license it to you for only,
like, $ , per month.

- Plus two percent of profits.
- [DOOR OPENS]

Oh, come on, shoes!
Who's been putting out

their Kools on my floor?!

I told you we've got this, Wags.

I'm not asking permission.
Taylor, Philip,

back away from the defendant.

Prince is moving forward
with the lawsuit.

This negotiation is as useless as

a -year-old lambskin rubber.

- Like from a real lamb?
- [GRUNTS]

[STAMMERING] Get off me...

Do you think anyone on the
Street is gonna license software

under the absolute
mountain of legal caca

we're throwing your way?

Your product,
along with your bank accounts,

are gonna be frozen like
Ted Williams's f*ckin' head!

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[TAYLOR] I can't believe
Prince called you in.

- He promised us some time.
- He didn't call me in.

The lawsuit hasn't been filed yet.

A bluff. What's the play?

You can't eradicate cockroaches

without scaring them out of hiding.

[WINSTON] Yeah, hi.
I need to talk to your COO.

I met with him yesterday.
We need to fast track

the software licensing agreements,

or the offer's going away.

[WAGS] Do you think anyone on the Street

is gonna license software

under the absolute
mountain of legal caca

we're throwing your way?

Your product,
along with your bank accounts,

are gonna be frozen like
Ted Williams's f*ckin' head!

They had us wait in here
instead of in Chuck's office

so that they could end the conversation

by walking out whenever they want,

treating us like targets.

It's amazing the lessons
you choose to remember.

Oh, I remember all of them.
Deploy the most effective

and let the rest dangle.

Which are you deploying today?

We're here because we
have the same goal:

for my candidate to be
operating squeaky clean,

behind glass so clear, it kills birds.

The PAC is just that transparent.

We assume you've already
reviewed our FEC disclosure.

We're here to answer any questions.

I guess it's the "show up voluntarily

to appear innocent" lesson,
but our policy

is to ask questions on our schedule,
not yours.

Eh, no, I do have one, actually.
For all of them.

One I've asked Scooter before:

What's the going price for
one's soul these days? Hmm?

Well, a lesson
from my side of the street

is never answer a hypothetical.

So, since I'm the guy
with no history here,

might I suggest we turn
this slightly professional.

Mr. Rhoades, we sent over the documents

so you'd have an
opportunity to vet them.

That seemed the best way
for all parties to ensure

that an often dirty process
is as pure as Crater Lake.

[CHUCKLES]

Yes, well,
the lake is pure because it isn't

fed by any rivers and streams,

so there's no opportunity
for pollution...

the opposite of a f*cking Super PAC,

which tries to onboard as many

dirty streams of cash as possible.

[CHUCKLES]

But...

I won't know the specifics
until I take a look.

And the fact is,
I haven't even had a chance yet.

- Really.
- Really.

It's what the man said.
It's what the man meant.

And when I do, if I have questions,

you will be hearing from me.

- That was an opportunity.
- [SIGHS]

This is.

You know what Amanda
found in that filing.

- Let's hit 'em.
- This is not our sh*t at Prince.

What are you doing?

I'm being smart. Restrained. Tactical.

Bullshit, buddy. This is fear.

Oh, come on. You saw them, baiting me.

They want me to find something,

for some reason not yet obvious.

But what is clear is that all
this would end, at minimum,

with egg on my face.

My dignity... that, I will not lose.

Your dignity?
Chuck, this isn't just about you.

[SCOFFS] I'm sorry I pulled you away

from the high-dollar chase.

You already miss it that much

you're ready to go back?

No. And it's not just about me.

There's an office full
of people out there

putting forth their best efforts.

So that's on the line.
And their careers, too.

When they woke up to the news
that you were going to return,

they all told themselves

they were finally gonna
be able to do something.

They'd finally live up to the essays

they wrote to get into law school

because they'd finally be
working for a great man.

And I know this to be true.

Okay, so the only one who
needs to remember is you.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hey.

If someone lusts after you every day,

they probably also make moves.

Maybe moves they shouldn't,

to impress, ingratiate, seduce?

Hopefully... illegal ones.

So, what were they?

I don't want Winston's

metaphorical death on my conscience.

He was like my annoying little brother.

I'm not gonna be a part of this.

Do you understand that
getting that software back

is the single most important
thing to MPC right now?

It's either him or us.

Okay.

He bragged about some hacktivist stuff,

but I honestly didn't listen
when he talked most of the time.

He was probably just making
sh*t up to impress me.

Hm.

- But...
- But what?

Okay, I didn't ask him to do it.

But last May, Winston hacked the DMV

to remove points from my license
when I was about to lose it.

How many points did you have?

I like to go fast.

[CHUCKLES] That's my girl.

I gonna need the date and
time of that hack for my guy.

[SIGHS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

I sent some of our g*ng
in to talk to Chuck.

The theory being?

That he's coming for me.
I want to know from where.

- And now you do?
- I do not.

They said he seemed different, muted.

Disinterested even.

Their instinct is he's not coming.

Was that just a posture? I'm not sure.

Could be he has other things
to focus on in his new job.

He wouldn't be alone in that.

You'd rather talk about
why I have a need to know,

why I'm engaged in that

instead of keeping my eyes
forward on my own business.

I don't want to get into
anything you don't want to.

[PRINCE] And if I asked you to go in?

To talk to Chuck,

have a look for yourself,

see what's going on and
give me some guidance?

I'd say no way, bad idea.

Any more contact,
and he's going to start

believing there's something there.

You don't want to convert
your search for intel

into motivation for him, do you?

I do not.

Good call.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hm.

Here.

I figured the one you had was old.

You should have a current one.

Yeah, well, the one I have,

they're much younger. You're in it.

Thank you.

I heard some people from
the firm paid a visit today.

And yet, I didn't like what I learned.

Anytime I hear Chuck Rhoades
is muted instead of pugnacious,

it's cause for worry.

[CHUCKLES] You don't worry, you dig.

Wh-what are you digging for now?

Nothing.

I just don't like the
cooled-off version of you.

Pot, kettle, Wend.
You've been frozen so long,

the very temperature of the
room drops when you walk in.

Did Prince send you?

He's not sweating his disclosure.

Besides, if he had, would I have come?

Am I some errand girl?

No, I suppose not.

Though I don't know what you are.

I just hope whatever you're doing here

works out okay for them this time.

You got to the kid.

He called them all,
so we've got the list.

Two firms that he approached yesterday,
three today.

Deals are being drawn up.

He set a follow-up presentation
at his co-working space

with all five CEOs tomorrow.

Plan is to ink the contracts there

before any lawsuits land on him.

Bravissimo, Hall.
And the coding signature?

Hell of a laundry list, you were right.

That's the one.

You want to bury him like that?

Damn right. [LAUGHS]

This is the f*cking shovel.

Now let's put on a show.

[WENDY] I don't regret keeping
them on the hamster wheel.

That's my job,

to keep personnel in place,
happy enough to deliver.

But I didn't choose
that wheel for myself.

And yet...

you want to know...

why you can't leave.

I want to know why I sometimes
feel like an errand girl.

I know I'm not, but...

Also, I kind of am.

I keep doing other people's bidding.

You know, I can leave.

- It's just that I don't.
- Mm-hmm.

There's nothing stopping me,
contractual or financial.

I tell myself it's the
fate of those very people

that I'm keeping on the wheel,

and the fate of a great
many people beyond,

as well, that won't let me go.

So...

you're either an errand girl

or Christ-like in your
desire to serve the wastrels.

Feeling their pain. Making it your own.

You salve them.

And ready them, again,

to put their souls in peril.

I... I don't know.

I just know you were right.

I can be more than this.

I have to be.

And I want to start that work.

That's wonderful.

I'll get you some referrals.

No, no.
You break it, you buy it, Eleanor.

That's what you think?
That I broke you? [SCOFFS]

[WENDY] No. I'm not gonna give
you that much credit. Yet.

But you did show me that
whatever it was I'm clinging to

to stay above water is
drowning me instead.

That's why it has to be you.

Having started at odds like this,

it isn't ideal.

Neither is the human condition,
yet we continue to lump it.

[SIGHS]

I've already had a night, Karl.

What's so important I had to haul it

all the way up to nd?

Ah! [CHUCKLES]

So this is an intervention, then.

That's why you brought me
to the final resting place

of Ulysses S. Grant.

To remind me that the
venerated Union general

stood tall after the loss at Shiloh.

Right?

[CHUCK] And what did
Lincoln say to those

calling for his removal?

"I can't spare this man; he fights."

Yeah, where would we be
if Grant hadn't gone on

to fight at Chattanooga and Vicksburg?

You hoped this would awaken my fight.

But fighting is not my problem.

I am ready to fight.
I am not ready to lose.

Not again.

You're a great man.

But that isn't why
we've asked you to meet.

The reason's inside.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[CHUCK SIGHS]

Well, that's one hell of a twist.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey there, Chuck.

Well...

[DOOR CLOSES]

It's nice to meet you, sir.

Uh...

I've long held you in admiration.

I hear you've got a case
of the yips, my man.

[CHUCKLES] The yips.

Yeah, I wish it was the yips.

It's elemental.
My next move needs to be perfect.

I need a win.

I'm familiar with that pressure.

Well, you mastered it.

You learned to use the
pressure to serve you.

Your record's beyond compare.

Well, you know, Coach Wooden said that

as long as you do your personal best,

- you've won.
- And that worked for you?

For a while.

And then we made a trip down to Houston

- to visit Mr. Hayes.
- [CHUCKLES] That's understood.

And it destroyed your perfect season.

- Must've been devastating.
- Yeah, I was rocked.

[CHUCK] Yeah.

But that loss made me.

- Mm-hmm.
- It helped...

make me into the player
that I wanted to be.

- Yeah.
- And of course,

when the tournament came around,

it really made it sweet
to kick their asses.

[LAUGHS] Yeah, but...

the fear getting there.

I mean, how do you keep that at bay?

I grew up in s
America looking like this.

People wanted to k*ll me.

I've battled leukemia,
open heart surgery,

cancer, fire, and racism.

You think I'd ever be afraid
of missing a damn skyhook

after all of that?

I do not imagine you would. No.

Yeah. Right.

Chuck...

people like us keep after it

because we know

it's a crime to waste what we have.

If we don't take the sh*t...

who the hell else will?

This is why you need...

WDE.

[DOOR OPENS]

Wait. What are you doing here?

We heard there was gonna be a show.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[JUBILANT MUSIC PLAYS]

Winston, This is Your Life.

The f*ck?
You h*jacked my presentation...

You were born in

in Ardsley, New York,
to parents Freddie and Carlene.

Excelled in school. Then to MIT,

where you had your first
and only girlfriend.

But she dumped you.
I wonder why that was.

- I...
- [WAGS] Perhaps

your internet search
history has the answers.

Also while in Beantown,

you hacked the College Board
to change the SAT scores

of Boston Latin students.

You're so good, Winston.
Do you know that?

So singular in your talent

that your coding signature is unique.

Immediately identifiable.

- Oh, f*ck!
- [WAGS] That's right!

And we found that it's been used to hack

several government agencies.

This includes a NATO breach

in which a gigabyte of
classified information

was stolen and posted online to
prove NATO's vulnerabilities.

Heroic in some lights,

but f*cking illegal in all others.

That att*ck was attributed to
the group which you, Winston,

have been part of for at least a decade.

I... Where did you get this?

Rian rolled on your ass.

Kid...

I know how it feels to have your purpose

sucked out from beneath you.

But let us point to the road back.

[SACKER] You will surrender
the software immediately,

as it is the property of
Michael Prince Capital,

or all this goes very, very public.
Like, FBI public.

But cooperate, and MPC will license

a lesser version to
the rest of the Street.

Keeping the best for us, of course.

And you can run it.

I think that's the better choice.

That isn't a real choice.

Isn't pretending beneath you, Taylor?

You're right. There is no choice.

You have five minutes
before your customers

start arriving for the pitch.

So... pull yourself together, DocuSign,

and pitch the sh*t out of them,
or we have calls to make.

Oh, and we've renamed it.
Trojan Defense.

Winston d*ck Energy is a name only a man

with a very, very,
small energy source would choose.

It's... around the national average.

Utterly brutal, Wags.
I mean that as a compliment.

Wouldn't take it any other way.

And please,
spread this tale far and wide.

To anyone who will listen.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Time to send a message.

The PAC is, as we said,
likely a misdirect.

All signs point to him self-funding.

[CHUCK] Mm. But let's open an
investigation on Michael Prince

for conspiring to violate
the ban on foreign donations

and contributions in connection

with federal and state elections.

Use it as cover to find another way in.

He needs to think he's got me
running in the wrong direction.

It will be done.

- Our boy is back.
- Beautiful thing.

[WENDY] When last we spoke,

I said I didn't want to get
into anything that you didn't.

But if you don't want
to get into something,

that's exactly where I need to take you.

Otherwise, I'm failing you.

And I'm sorry I did that before.

Understood. Thank you.

[DOOR OPENS]

Chuck Rhoades is charging us
for violations on the Super PAC.

Good. Good.

Do we have the CEO's
citizenship paperwork in hand?

We do. Granted the same
day as the donation,

so it's not even in the system yet.

Game on, then.

Nothing for him at the end of that road.

What are all these?

Cases that are winners but don't matter.

A once-vaunted lawman called prosecutors

that only go after these, quote,

"members of the chickenshit club."

Not a club I want to join.

Not one you'll have to

because we are going after
the ones that do matter,

starting with your pump-and-dump case.

- You ready?
- More than.

You know,
there's something you'll have to learn

going after the important ones:

really f*cking hurts to lose.

Chips away pieces of you each time.

Pieces you don't get back.

And it leaves you with
no choice but to...

go forward incomplete.

But, what, you're all the better for it?

Stronger and whatnot?

No.

You just go forward like that,
missing pieces.

Because that's the way you are now

and there's no other choice.

- f*ck.
- Mm-hmm. [CHUCKLES]

But that's not something
to worry about today.

Because before all that
stuff-of-life happens,

we are gonna win cases aplenty.

I g*dd*mn guarantee you that.

["A WORLD WITHOUT HEROES" BY KISS PLAYS]

♪ A world without heroes ♪

♪ Is like a world without sun ♪

♪ You can't look up to anyone ♪

♪ Without heroes ♪

♪ A world without heroes ♪

♪ Is like a never-ending race ♪

♪ Is like a time ♪
♪ Without a place ♪

♪ A pointless thing, ♪
♪ Devoid of grace ♪

♪ Where you don't know ♪
♪ What you're after ♪

♪ Or if something's after you ♪

♪ And you don't know ♪
♪ Why you don't know ♪

♪ In a world without heroes ♪

♪ In a world ♪
♪ Without dreams... ♪