7. Not You, Mr. Dake (第3季)【完整台词】

I don't I don't understand We've recently came into possession of your trading records.

Outlining your handsome eleven million dollar profit on the Ice Juice sabotage.

What the fuck? What do you need? An investor account established, showing a big short position in Ice Juice.

But dated back before it happened.

Shit.

Sounds fun.

What's the name on this account? Ari Gilbert, MD.

Give me a moment.

Not a good idea Go I see you've stacked it all against me, for some reason, even though I'm not responsible.

I'm a cancer doctor.

I learned a long time ago all sorts of folks go down.

All sorts live.

It never has anything to do with who deserves which.

Do you allow yourself to judge them? No.

Do you find yourself rooting for some.

And caring, a little less, about certain others.

Yeah.

That's only natural.

But my treatment of them does not change.

Except in one case.

This kind man.

Donnie Caan.

And whether you convinced yourself that the payoff you took and devoted to research in order to save others was worth letting him die, you know that this is the moment you deserve to face.

And this is the place you deserve to be.

That's what this is all about not some slide, not some role you played, not some money but justice.

You're right.

I did it.

I-I let Donnie die.

He was a terminal case.

I withheld treatment.

To fund my research.

I believe you.

And I find myself rooting for you.

But we both know you belong in jail.

Five years.

No trial.

Just a plea.

I wouldn't even need to claw back that money, which is in your name and, I assure you, quite real.

I can get your lawyer back in here and make it official.

Mm-hmm.

I-I-I asked you how you would plant the slide on Axe.

But how did you plant it on me? No, Doc.

The guilt must be doing things to your memory.

You had it the whole time Since you all managed not to shoot anybody on my raid, I'm buying.

And my credit card can take a lot of punishment, so get your drink on.

Old Fashioned for me.

And whatever these animals are having.

- All right! - All right! Planning to drink it away? - 'Cause it doesn't work.

- What's that? Your bleeding conscience over taking down Dr.

Gilbert.

Don't worry about my conscience, it's all stitched up.

- You cool here, Kate? - Yes.

I am.

Unless you're going to swing on me like some Irish punk? Not gonna do that.

Over there.

You're embarrassing yourself, in front of agents that I work with, and who you work with, and will again.

I'm not the one should be embarrassed.

I guess Lugo was just a warm up.

It's like eating those potato chips.

Once you get going prosecuting people who don't deserve it, it gets hard to stop.

There's no linkage between those two cases.

Just one thing: Lugo is innocent.

And you know Gilbert is too.

Oh, he's far from innocent.

You should know that.

And you need to stop worrying about shit like that and more about how to make your own cases stick.

I used to admire your political fluidity.

I thought it was sophistication.

Now I realize you're just completely bankrupt.

And I used to admire your dogged sense of what's right.

Now I see it's just plodding ignorance.

- There she is.

- Kate! Bottoms the fuck up.

- Cheers! - All right! - Damn.

You did it.

- Cheers.

So here's where we're at.

We can wrap up the civil charges against Axe Capital with a no-admit-no-deny settlement and agree to a penalty of 390 million.

Or I can go back and try to chip them down Nope.

Done deal.

Thought so And they're whacking Mafee with a Tier 3 penalty for fraud, reckless disregard of regulatory requirement.

The fine is 181,000.

First check for 390 large to the SEC.

Other one for 181K to Mafee.

For 'expenses.

' You got it.

Technically you gotta pay the fine yourself.

Thanks, Axe.

Don't thank me yet.

You got the other thing? Thanks, Helena.

Mafee, this is for you.

For stepping up.

For being the kind of rock that great companies are built upon.

One million straight in crypto.

In cold storage.

Pagando blackjack! Thank you, Mafee.

Of course.

Thanks again, Axe.

You'd think a stick would make him smile.

Give me a stick, I'll dance like a Cossack.