This is clean. And it does what you need,
how you need. Tracks it all in real time.
We've also swept the apartment.
There are no listening devices, no visual recording devices,
no compromising devices of any kind.
But guests leave eyes and ears, so we should sweep often.
-Who else visits? -The women.
Wand them.
He will.
So, this is the Counter Intel team, the new Halls.
I don't think they care for that.
Why should I trust you to do anything other than
point me to the nearest avocado toast?
For whom have you worked?
Is this just a walk on the wild side
to spice up the b-school essays?
How much you doing this for the money?
You can answer him.
In re bona fides, John built the code for
four successful startups in high school then Stanford,
then was asked to travel to 71 countries for DARPA
and Other Government Agency,
all which he did without complaint.
And Timmy Dones has a military background.
What fucking war were you in?
Mr. Hall fought the wars you've heard of.
I fought the ones you haven't.
As for your other questions. It's none of your business,
smashed spring pea toast is the new avocado toast,
and 70 percent.
Are we clear to talk to Mr. Wagner going forward?
Discuss anything except women you care about.
Yeah, so, the two billion.
Ah, and here I was thinking you came to keep me company.
Look, I know you're giving it to outside funds,
not on the surface.
It'll get routed around the world first,
but then it will land in certain funds,
and suddenly they'll get hot as Farrah Fawcett in '76.
Don't do it. One errant e-mail,
one recorded call, one trade that tracks back
to you--and it's Hassan chop!
We're done. All of us.
There's no need for it, bwana.
Satisfy your urges some other way.
Buy yourself something.
I bought it all already.
Probably thrown it out.
What about that vintage Cheetah you've been eyeballing?
Look, this is not a message I'm born to carry.
It goes against everything I've built my life on.
But for you, holding back is essential right now.
You're right about hiding the money.
That's too dangerous. What if I didn't?
-Huh? -I could have Taylor move it,
on-the-books, perfectly legal disbursements to outside shops.
Bobby--that's right, I'm not calling you "Mr. President,"
I'm calling you "Bobby" because I've never used
your first name and I want to underline
how serious this moment is.
You've called me Bobby before.
Strategic mistake, but not nearly as big
as the one you're making if you ask Taylor to do this.
They have nothing to gain by going along.
They get to keep their princely fucking job.
If you fire them, it will look like what it is.
And you can't have it appear you're illegally meddling.
Especially when you're illegally meddling.
-My point-- -I get your point.
So you won't take the two billion?
I get your point.
Let's leave it at that.