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He's here.

Carl.

Martin.

Mr. Hale,

it's an honor.

When I was a kid, I saved

that Time magazine cover,

"The Man Who Built New York."

You're the reason I

got into this business.

Sit, please.

And congratulations on

the downtown contract.

Thank you. I didn't know

the word was out yet.

Hard to keep the word in on a

$200 million deal like that.

I hear you lobbied

Councilman Clark pretty hard.

Just a few steak dinners,

that's all.

I'm not talking

about the Kobe.

Look, Martin...

You called

the Hale Group a "relic."

I'm not sure if those

were my exact words.

No. Your exact words were, "The old

man won't be around for long."

At least, that's how

the Councilman remembers it.

You're getting the

contract, aren't you?

I don't want the contract.

You think $200 million

means you've arrived?

What I want is to offer you

a lesson from an "old man,"

free of charge.

We've spoken with

Simon and Cohen.

Between them, they control

seven seats on your board.

And they support me.

They've come to see the need for

someone with the wisdom of experience.

And someone

who might remember

that Councilman Clark's first

campaign, 30 years ago,

was bankrolled by

Mr. Hale here.

Try and appreciate

the irony, Mr. Baldwin.

You say I'm the reason

you got into this business?

Now, I'm the reason

you're out.

You son of a b*tch!

You're gonna be dead in a year.

And then who gives a sh*t?

He's wrong.

I won't last six months.

It's metastasized.

Liver and lungs.

This morning the oncologist was

talking about hospice care.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

What you and

Judith went through,

losing a child,

that's a tragedy.

An old man dying. I'm supposed

to say, "That's life."

Still feels like

a kick in the nuts.

Have you told Claire?

I haven't had a chance.

Well, she won't

return my calls.

Jesus, Damian,

if she only knew...

She has every

reason to be angry.

Oh, peanuts.

I'll send...

I'll send it back.

Cancer's eating me alive, and

I'm worried about allergies.

Maybe I should

order a P...

PB&J.

No.

You know, I wanted

to tear all this down

in the '70s,

replace it with condos.

And now?

Couldn't if I tried.

Mayor declared

it a landmark.

Oh, Martin, you ever hear about

something called "shedding"?

Shedding?

You mean like a snake?

Ah, it's nothing.

Forget about it.

It's just something

I was reading about.

Hi. You've reached Claire.

Please leave a message.

How many? Before me?

Less than a dozen.

Shedding is an

exclusive endeavor.

You mean expensive,

Dr. Albright.

Well, all of our

clients are wealthy,

but that's not

how they're chosen.

No, we cater

to the great.

The visionaries, whose loss

would be a blow to all of us.

Simply put, we offer

humanity's greatest minds

more time to

fulfill their potential.

If you think about it, your

homes, your yacht, your jet...

All custom-built by the

world's finest craftsmen.

And so will your

new body be as well.

Genetically engineered

for perfection.

Harvested to maturity,

so looks, athleticism,

every detail of

your new anatomy

will be designed to offer you the

very best of the human experience.

A reflex.

It's alive?

Only in the

most basic sense.

A bundle of organic tissue.

But right now an empty vessel.

If you can really do what you

say, then why the makeshift lab?

I mean, why all

the secrecy?

You're asking

the wrong question.

Oh. What's

the right question?

You've built

an empire from the ground up.

Worked every day to create

something from nothing.

Now, as you slip away,

people will call

your work your "legacy."

They'll insist that your buildings

somehow make you immortal.

What's your point?

Do you feel immortal?

Thanks for

supporting the cause, guys.

I'm gonna give

him a call, but...

Yeah,

that's what I was thinking.

Here,

sir, would you like a flyer?

Remember, we want everyone

at the rally to be respectful.

We're trying

to win people over.

Dad.

Aren't you gonna introduce me?

Ugh.

I'm sorry to

show up like this.

It's the only place I

knew I could find you.

Well, I'm kind of in

the middle of something.

Let's take a ride uptown

to that place by Macy's.

You used to

love their sundaes.

Yeah, when I was eight.

Is something wrong?

You don't look well.

I'm fine.

Now, please

take a ride with me.

Look, it's just

a bad time, okay?

Maybe we can

meet up later.

Not later.

The revolution

can wait, Claire.

I don't get you.

Months go by.

Years even.

I'm at work, Dad.

This isn't work. It's a bunch

of children throwing a tantrum.

Look, I didn't come

here to do this again.

I came because I want

to make things right.

What does that mean?

I know you're short on funds.

How...

Just take it.

You know, you can really be

a manipulative a**hole.

Don't be a fool, Claire.

I'm trying, here.

No, you're not. You're

doing what you always do.

Showing up on your terms,

expecting your checkbook

to solve everything.

I am talking about a future

where the aged and infirm

can shed their prisons.

A future where...

Where the fate

of a healthy mind

is not determined by the fate

of a failing body.

Okay...

Oh, my goodness.

Albright.

I don't feel immortal.

If we do this, there's no turning back.

Your old life is over.

You see someone from your

past, you walk away.

Is that clear, Mr. Hale?

You have your conditions,

I have mine.

You get paid

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