Thank you for seeing me, Father.
I need help.
And I don't have anyone to talk to,
and I need to talk.
If I just go over things in my mind, I...
I... I get lost and I...
We all get a little lost.
Jesus, I don't mean like that, I mean lost.
Like I literally can't tell the difference
between what's real and what's not.
Somehow, talking out loud helps.
I haven't slept for a few days.
Probably not making any sense, I just...
This time, there may have been too many possibilities,
too many motivations. I...
I had a friend that...
...he used to help me get through times like this.
- But he died. - I'm very sorry.
Is there anyone else you're close to?
In my line of work,
it's best not to get close to anyone.
That sounds lonely.
Look, I didn't come here
for some kind of counsel or salvation
or Hail Marys or whatever it is you do here.
I just need someone to listen.
Do you think you can do that, Father?
Do you think you can listen to me
and keep it between us?
Just us and God.
God.
Right.
Well, maybe he can tell me what the fuck is going on.
The only way to make real money
is to take big positions and move fast.
Hey, is that Strapstetter, from the Fed?
Yes, it is.
But that's not Mrs. Strapstetter.
No.
Guy's got a laugh like a warthog.
Terrible taste in wine, too.
WOMAN [on TV]: No strings.
Have an affair. Gettugether.com
Jacob, right?
Would you mind changing the channel for me?
- Yes, sir, Mr... - Weir.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Weir. - Thank you.
Damn it.
Hey, change the fucking channel.
CNNBC, Fox Business, Bloomberg, something.
Change the fucking channel.
I'm sorry, Mr. Merril.
Mr. Weir's watching the game.
It's fucking soccer, dude.
Spoiler, it's going to be 0-0
for the next four fucking hours.
Change the fucking channel.
Hey, it's my team, pal.
Yeah? I'll, uh, I'll give you five grand, how's that?
You know what? Keep it. Knock yourself out.
Jacob, it's fine, change the channel.
Yes, sir, Mr. Weir.
Nate, it set off a flurry of panic on the floor,
as word got out of studies confirming high cancer rates
associated with the world's
leading erectile dysfunction drug...
Close on Esper and lock it.
...Esper-Ethika's stock into freefall.
Our whole position.
I have to tell you...
I'm not asking for strategy.
Do it now!
I will be contacting my doctor.
Wow. He really doesn't like soccer.
Yeah.
But he makes up for it with charm.
Hailey.
John.
Maybe the funniest thing I've seen in five years.
Right, like, all three.
Where you been hiding, Hailey?
I haven't seen you around here before.
That's because I haven't been here before,
- John. - Ah.
How about you?
Oh, I come here all the time.
Can't get enough
of the bloody cow carcass, wall-street-bro vibe.
No, I'm kidding.
It's my first time, too.
So, what brought you into this fine establishment?
I'm in from Pittsburgh for some meetings.
Had some time to kill,
figured I'd have some wine,
you know...
troll the dating apps for a little fun.
You know, make the most of things.
And then I look up and I see...
you.
- And, well... - Here we are.
So it seems.
My hotel's across the street.
Well, that's convenient.
I hope you have a good night's sleep.
Oh, wait a second.
I see what you're saying.
Okay, just this once. Bartender!
Could you please bring me the bill
as fast as humanly possible?
...setting off a flurry of panic
on the floor, as word of studies
confirming high cancer rates
associated with the leading ED drug in the world,
sending Esper-Ethika's stock into a freefall.
The sudden sell-off triggered a brief shutdown
in trading in Tokyo.
No surprises...
Are you leaving so soon?
- Hey. - Hey.
Afraid so.
- Coffee? - No, thanks.
What are you doing?
You're going to have to tell Madi
if she wants to get leverage over me
she's going to have to work a little harder.
Huh?
- What the fuck? - Besides, the job's over.
The money's already been transferred.
Bingo.
Is that a camera?
What the fuck is going on here?
Blackmail will not work.
And if Madi was as smart as she thinks she is,
she'd know that my marriage was over years ago.
Whoa, look, I... I don't have any goddamn idea
- what you are talking about. - Look.
You know, I get it, it's her business. I'm cool.
What... what's our business?
Look, I was just looking to get laid.
I'm... I'm not into any weird fantasy voyeur cosplay shit
or whatever the hell this whole thing is.
Wow, you are terrific.
You need to leave.
I've done the Krav Maga workout.
I could break your neck if I needed to,
- do you understand? - I do.
And I am leaving.
Hailey, it has been a pleasure meeting you.
And I hope you have a wonderful day.
What the hell is happening?
Hey, asshole!
If you really thought I was blackmailing you,
why'd you sleep with me?
You're kidding, right?
How long have you been following me?
Morning, Weir. Got a minute?
Agent Jo Madi. Always a pleasure.
- I need a word. - Sure.
That your new partner?
- She joining us? - Okay.
Don't start with me, Weir.
My daughter got herself kicked out of school
and now I'm stuck with her until my wife can figure out
someplace else to put her.
Hey, thanks for the present.
Uh...
You know, you should have just planted drugs.
A video of me having sex with a beautiful woman
will just get me a date at my age.
- What? - By the way,
the tail that you put on me?
- Mall-cop-level bad. - Mm. Okay.
You're paranoid and it's actually worse than usual.
- So... - Occupational hazard.
So, how are you and the fine folks
down at the FBI Financial Crimes Unit doing today?
Well, we are extremely busy, thanks to you.
What's that supposed to mean?
Barry Merril, the very pissed-off hedge fund manager
over at BlackTerra, called me after the bell this morning.
Seems he got wind of a rumor
of Esper-Ethika's stock tanking in Tokyo,
and he sold off his entire stake.
Our whole position.
Wow. That sounds rough.
He get out okay?
Mm, there was no sell-off in Tokyo.
In fact, he was the first one to sell.
And in the rush, the stock cratered
and KOT Capital was there to scoop it up at a discount.
Are you accusing me of something, Jo?
KOT Capital is your client.
I don't talk about my clients.
Are you accusing me of something?
Merril said he saw a woman talking to Strapstetter
from the Fed last night.
I'm sorry to intrude,
but I hate to see such an important man...
A few minutes later, she sits down at the table
next to his and starts telling her date
about the tip she got from her "good friend,"
Alan Strapstetter.
Esper-Ethika's boner medication causes cancer.
A report's about to come out.
A few minutes later, he gets
a text from his intel people.
It says, "It's an emergency.
Turn on the news."
- So he does. - Change the fucking channel.
But there was no report.
And there was no broadcast about it, either,
according to the networks.
Jacob, right?
Do you mind changing the channel for me?
- Yes, sir, Mr... - Weir.
Yes, sir, Mr. Weir.
Not a real one, at least.
It's sent Esper-Ethika's stock into freefall.
Close on Esper and lock it.
Our whole position.
But either way, it prompted him
to sell and tank the price,
so your client could make a buck.
Well...
that's a fascinating story.
But I'm sorry, I have no earthly idea
what you are talking about.
Good morning, everyone.
- Morning, boss. - Late night, Cara?
I'm not complaining.
Conference room in five minutes.
Corporate espionage is a dirty way to get rich.
Espionage? What are you talking about?
- I'm not a spy. - Uh, manipulating people
and situations to influence markets for client advantage
is... what, then?
Consulting. Which is not illegal.
And, hey, you and I both know,
whatever these assholes lose on Wall Street,
they make right back.
So forgive me my lack of shame.
Who's Tom?
- I don't know. Who's tom? - Oh.
You're surprised that I heard about him.
Yeah, it sounds like a big job.
Listen, I got ears all over this town.
Again, no idea what you're talking about.
You'll have to excuse me.
I'm very busy doing anything other than this.
Hello. Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?
- Shut the fuck up. - Okay.
Guess that's my jam.
Hey, boss.
What if Madi talks to the bartender?
I told the bartender I had a video of him
stealing from the till.
As long as he kept his mouth shut and played along,
I wouldn't show anyone.
But how'd you know that?
I didn't. But don't all bartenders do that?
Great job, everybody.
Only here for the food, boss.
Oh. Then it's on me. Wait, what?
Did you just offer to pay for something?
I think he did.
The same guy who makes me pay
for booze at business meals.
Hey, that's a standard industry practice.
Says the guy who installed
the coin-operated coffee machine.
Okay, listen up, children.
A little overhead is the key to success,
and besides, the creamer is free.
You give homeless people change and ask for a receipt.
WEIR [laughing]: That's not true.
But I probably would if I could.
Eh, we're just busting balls.
Do whatever you want
with your giant piles of money.
But, you know, thank you for this.
Until the next one.
Tom's coming up.
To Tom.
- To Tom! - Who's Tom?
You're gonna love him.
♪ Wild thing ♪
♪ You make my heart sing ♪
♪ You make everything ♪
♪ Groovy ♪
♪ Wild thing ♪
♪ Come on, come on, wild thing ♪
Way to go, Sammy!
Well, that was quite the performance.
I thought it was.
It doesn't hurt to look like
successful co-parents every once in a while.
Yep.
It's good you came.
I got a meeting with Valence tomorrow.
About time.
You think I should talk to him?
Just... no.
Not while he's with his friends.
He really hated you that much?
I mean, the kid's 14. He hates everything.
But, you know, he blames me for most of it, so...
don't take it personally.
That's just the job.
Hopefully, not forever.
How about you? You doing okay?
You look...
Hmm. Tired? Stressed?
Like shit?
Well, no, I wouldn't say that.
Want to talk about it?
Nothing to talk about.
I'm good.
Right.
Well, I think I'm gonna get going.
Say hi to everyone at the office?
- I will. - And...
...thanks for coming, daddy-o.
- Good to see you. - You, too.
Sam?
Let's go.
...multiple protests around the country...
... as the Shared Data Act
meets resistance on Capitol Hill.
But the sponsor of the bill,
Senator Nora Everson of New Jersey,
maintains that sharing private user data
with the government would make for a safer America.
Privacy advocates are against the bill,
saying there's too much power...
...in the hands of private
government facility contractors
with little oversight.
Only a handful of senators
are willing to go on the record
with their support at this time,
leaving the bill's status unknown.
Get out.
ANNOUNCER [over P.A.]: Arda Analytics core technology
is a proprietary associative
and relational processing engine
able to ingest data and metadata
from any platform and project,
real-time simulations, predictive models
and targeting for use by law enforcement...
Turns out it was a Saudi prince
who got a little too jacked up on blow,
and put a bullet right between the horse's eyes.
And then he texted
a picture of it to his wife.
God knows why.
Ultimately, there was nothing to be done about it.
Untouchable, hmm?
Yeah, but we still got paid.
We always got paid.
Whether we deserved it or not.
I'm sorry, I have to ask:
Is it true that you hit Bob Tanaka at Softbank?
I mean, your name is mentioned sometimes.
You really expect him to answer that, Xander?
"No comment," John. Just say, "No comment."
All I'll say is that I like making rich assholes
pay me to make other rich assholes lose money.
Amen to that.
Though, I will say that Tanaka is just the sort of guy
that John loves to take down.
God, it's so good to see you. It's been too long, huh?
Yeah, it has.
But...
I can see that
you're doing pretty well without me.
It's true, partner. It's true.
I mean, government contracts, ad agencies, they just...
they pay a whole lot better
than grinding out an edge on trades like we used to do.
You got out when the stayin' was good, John.
You know, last year we out-billed Palantir?
Wow.
That's incredible. Right?
If you had any idea how much the NYPD
is paying us to process all of their data? I mean, it's...
I mean, I know, I know.
It's not about the money with you. I know that.
Never mind.
Let me show you what we're up to.
Great.
Data drives everything.
It's the biggest commodity there is
in private intelligence.
I mean, big players in every industry,
not just the financial guys, they are drowning in data.
And that's where we come in.
We just sort of make sense of it all.
Of course, you saw this coming long before anyone else did.
You should be here working with me right now.
Thanks, but no thanks.
I like my little pond.
All right. With the right data,
we can predict things that even you would not believe.
Like Amazon?
Hmm? They can correlate someone's shopping history
and they will know exactly
what that person's going to buy next and when.
Cool.
You think you're shopping for socks,
but they know who you're voting for and why.
Have a seat.
Is this real?
Seventh century.
BCE, of course.
Wow.
So where do you go these days
to get a 2,800-year-old Gilgamesh tablet?
That's a secret.
But it doesn't come cheap.
Why? You want one?
'Cause I got a guy.
Why am I here, Miles?
I need you.
It's a simple job.
Old-school, flesh-and-blood gig,
the way you like it.
You got a full team here in-house.
- Why me? - Listen.
My guys are good with ones and zeroes,
but they're not what you'd call "hands-on."
And I haven't got my hands dirty in years.
I'm just a suit now.
I'm sticking to my pond, too.
I'd rather farm it out, have it done right.
I also know I can trust you. Hmm, careful now.
You're the one who taught me not to trust anybody.
Fair enough.
The simple fact is that
the client, who will remain nameless,
would like an added layer of distance from this one.
And he's willing to pay extra.
How dirty?
Nothing you haven't done before.
Hear the pitch?
Yeah, let's do it.
Good.
Here's all the intel.
Come on.
Uh, shift change.
Maybe get an Uber instead.
Oh, right, you can't.
Because you only have burner phones,
no credit cards.
Yeah, that's not suspicious at all.
Well, slap me silly and call me old-fashioned.
I guess I just prefer cash.
Hey, where's Agent Eilish?
Uh, therapy. Thank God.
Look, I know you think
that you're Robin Hood, but you're not.
And messing with Valence isn't worth the risk.
Wow. Jo.
Way to look out.
Those guys that you got following me?
Tell them I'm heading back to the office
if they want to get a good parking space
before I get there.
Hey, that paranoia,
it's gonna trip you up one day, Weir.
Have a good afternoon, Special Agent Madi.
This'll be a simple op.
I want to do a variation
on the Odd Couple job that we did on Benchmark
a few years ago.
Do we have time for another job?
We've got Tom coming up.
Tom can wait. We're gonna do this one first.
Can we send the, uh, task monkey for some Thai?
Please don't call me that.
Okay, Kyle. Sorry, Kyle. I'm just hungry, Kyle.
Okay, stop picking on the intern.
Pay attention. You're gonna be graded.
Okay. Luxbrant is a huge player
in the luxury brand market.
They own a ton of high-end labels,
everything from clothing to furniture.
Recently, there have been rumors,
loud rumors, that they have been using child labor,
which triggered an investigation
into their finances by the Treasury Department.
Now, Luxbrant claims that the allegations
and the investigation have been engineered
by one of their competitors, the Banomar Group,
in an effort to tank their stocks
so the Banomar Group can swoop in
and pick them up on the cheap.
That just simply is not true.
But Luxbrant needs it to be true
in order to make this investigation go away.
So... pretty simple, right? All we need to do is
suggest that the Banomar Group
and the Treasury Department investigator
are somehow in bed together.
Nothing tawdry,
just a few photographs to feed the narrative
and squash the investigation.
For that, we get three percent of the buy price
to split with Arda.
And what's the ballpark on that?
I'll give you some perspective.
A few years ago, Michael Kors bought Versace
for $2 billion.
This will be like buying ten Versaces.
Do the math.
Who needs to be seen with who?
This is Dana Heinrich.
She is the CEO of the Banomar Group,
and this is Edward Homm,
the Treasury Department investigator.
They do not know each other.
They have never met before and most likely never would.
It's our job to make sure that they do and get it on camera.
Mr. Homm has been visiting from Washington D.C.
He spends most of his time shuttling back and forth
between the Treasury Department offices
and the Kettering Hotel in Midtown.
Ms. Heinrich, meanwhile, on the West Side,
leaves Westchester at 7:00 a.m.,
takes the West Side Highway to her office
at 2 Broadway near Bowling Green.
He's on the East Side, she's on the West Side,
they don't know each other, and somehow,
we have to make it look
like they are colluding.
Any ideas?
Easy. Photoshop.
Hmm, nah. They'll use cell phone pings to deny that.
It's a trick question. He already knows.
You already know, don't you?
Well, given the background information package
provided to me by Arda Analytics,
I think I have some
exploitable facts on these two.
She prides herself on her punctuality and hates dogs.
He is a consummate gentleman,
and has his driver pick him up at exactly
8:15 on the dot,
every morning without fail.
And?
That's it, that's all we need. Pretty cut and dry.
It is?
Yup.
So...
who's got a valid class A driver's license?
On my mark.
Three... two...
One.
what's going on?
Looks like an engine fire or something.
Goddamn it.
How'd Hafiz do with the hack?
I love it.
Elon should hire him.
Check it out.
Stop it. It freaks me out.
Oh, you're no fun.
Screw this. I'm getting a cab.
- Hey, you on the clock? - No, pal, sorry.
Hey, you on the clock?
Yes, yes, I take you.
Where you want to go? Downtown.
2 Broadway.
Where are you going? You said Broadway.
I didn't say to take Broadway.
Sorry, sorry, I'll get you there very fast. Promise.
Okay, Homm's leaving.
Let's lose his driver.
I'm gonna need you to move, my guy.
- I'm picking up. - Yeah, well,
you're going to have to go round the block.
Why? - No standing traffic.
Around the block or I'll slap a boot on you.
Where are you going? I need to go south.
Ah, good idea! I take 5th.
You are seriously the dumbest cab driver
I have ever met.
Get out of the cab!
Are you insane?
Okay, this is it.
Cara, where are you?
Okay. Almost there.
I need a cab. Yes, ma'am.
Cara, she's not close enough.
Do you have any idea what I'm dealing with here?
I hear you, but we're about to lose her.
CARA [over radio]: I'm coming!
Oh, fuck this. Jesus.
Oh, oh! [chuckles] Oh!
I'm so sorry. So sorry.
Come on, guys! Come on!
So sorry.
Hey.
- Hmm? - You drop something?
Excuse me, ma'am, is this yours?
Oh, yes.
Thank you so much.
That's it, everybody. Melt away.
Jonathan, it's your turn.
Just take the shovel.
Jonathan, take it. Just take the shovel!
Take it. Take it!
Nice.
Clever cover.
You can skip to the last photo for the coup de grâce.
Oh, there it is.
Problem solved.
Yeah.
I assume there weren't any hitches?
Buttoned up tight.
Well, I will have Xander
- wire the money right now. - Thank you.
Don't be a stranger, John.
We should talk more often.
You know where I am.
Sure thing.
I'll see you around?
So we got a good pull from her face, lot of hits.
So, who is she? No one.
Or a very well-cultivated no one.
Lawyer, lives in Pittsburgh, works for a non-profit there.
The Homeless Aid Network.
They have offices here, too.
Income? Still digging. But...
she does have expensive taste,
which doesn't quite line up with her job.
Maybe she divorced a rich guy.
Mm, sexist much?
Could be family money. Trust fund do-gooder maybe.
What name did you get?
Hailey Marie Winton.
Fuck.
Why are we looking at her?
Testing my bullshit meter.
What else you got?
Went to Lehigh, born in Pennsylvania,
has no criminal record.
You got an address on the charity?
Yes.
Up by Times Square.
What was she doing in Valence's neighborhood?
Is something wrong?
I don't know.
I just got a bad feeling.
Wasn't this place built on your bad feelings?
Fair enough.
I gotta go. What-- Now?
We have Tom at 6:00, remember?
I'll be back before that.
[siren wails in distance0
Hailey. - Oh.
No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.
How do I always pick the weird stalker guys?
I'm not a st...
- That's not what I'm doing. - It is not?
Then what? What is this?
Look, I just need to know
what you were doing at 35th and 9th.
Are you following me?
- Please, go away. - I'm not following you.
Please, just answer the question.
You know what? There's a cop right there.
- Do I need to go talk to him? - Hailey, I need to know
- who you were looking for. - Oh, my God!
I hate dating apps. I swear to God,
I'm going to smash my phone for my own good. Look.
I'm going to walk that way, and you're not.
- You understand? - What are you talking about,
- dating apps? - I swiped on you
at the bar, that's how I found you.
- No, it isn't. - oh, yeah?
What's this?
What?
That showed up when I was at the bar?
Hailey?
What?
Oh, fuck.
Help!
- That guy! Help! - Hey!
Hey!
The body of U.S. Treasury investigator
Edward Homm was found in Queens today...
Police already have the name
of a suspect, John Weir...
Homm was murdered execution-style...
Homm, a hero of consumer watchdog groups,
is well known as an
- advocate for consumers... -
LARTER [on phone]: What the hell is going on?
I don't know. I'm trying to figure it out.
Well, we got burned!
There's a video of you, listen.
...Kettering Hotel,
getting into a black car.
Police received an anonymous video
showing Weir behind
the wheel of the car. They cut Weir in!
Valence fucked us.
You hear me?
It doesn't change a thing, understand?
It doesn't change a thing.
I'm coming back to the office.
We just passed Chambers.
He's ten away.
Anywhere up here is good.
No.
Video from the scene recovered by police
shows someone who appears strikingly similar
to a man wanted in connection to the murder of
United States Treasury Officer Edward Homm.
The FBI and NYPD...
Arda Analytics.
- Miles Valence, please. - Please hold.
30th floor... So go up, elevator to the right,
go straight up.
Delivery for Arda on 30. Yeah, sign in.
Sure. You mind holding on to that for me? Thanks.
That is a bomb.
I have just armed it. Don't move.
It's rigged with motion sensors--
you move, the bomb detonates.
If I hear any alarms or sirens,
I detonate the bomb, understand?
Good. I'll be right back.
What the hell's going on? - Jesus!
John, you shouldn't be here.
Everything is completely fucked up.
Were you in that explosion? What the hell happened?
Cut the crap!
We had nothing to do with it.
Like you had nothing to do with that car following me,
or the video being shot,
or the fucking girl!
What girl? What are you talking about?
Stop lying!
This was not the plan.
Shut up!
The plan is the plan.
Nothing has changed.
So what's next? Me showing up dead?
Miles, what is it?
Just give me a second. Okay?
Yeah?
A second.
I heard you.
I understand.
Tell him I had no choice.
Miles, no!
GUARD [on radio]: Anyone have eyes on him?
Shit.
Move! Move!
OFFICER 2 [on radio]: We're in pursuit
of a white male suspect.
Just detonated a bomb
in Arda's main lobby.
The suspect was last seen in the midtown area,
and should not be approached.
Authorities are using all available measures
to locate the suspect, John Weir.
Once again, authorities have identified
a person of interest in the mysterious deaths
of both tech entrepreneur Miles Valence,
and Treasury official Edward Homm.