Beginning of the Iraq War, my old company helped insure the largest currency transfer in history. Billions and billions in ones, fives and twenties, all cash. Sent to Iraq for reconstruction.
Bob, this is Alan Foss the investor from New York.
NNate
Oh, yeah, the one whose, uh, stable burned down, right? You're the guy who had the stable burn down, all those horses are--? Yeah, well, I know you're new around here and everything, so why don't I just give you a little tip? Don't let your stable burn down, there, boss. Why don't we play some cards?
Actually, I have your old office, very roomy. Allow me to rephrase. Why is an ex-insurance agent playing poker with the subject of an open insurance investigation?
NNate
Open investigation? Local cops think it was an accident.
Local cops don't have to write a check for $2 million. It's my job to make sure that doesn't--Uh huh. Oh, Nate, that's pathetic. This is another one of those complicated little games that you like to play. All right, so, you're hustling Foss, trying to prove arson or get him on fraud. Whatever, as long as the company doesn't have to write the check. You're trying to get your old job back.
NNate
Okay. You have it all figured out. I'll just back off from now on, hm?
[to Eliot] Okay, listen. I am not gonna jeopardize the rest of the team because you have something to prove to your high-school sweetheart. It's just not gonna happen.
Oh, and you're not trying to prove something to Sterling? You're not trying to prove something to the world every time we help somebody out? We're all trying to prove something, just being here with you.
NNate
[to Eliot] If it gets too close, I will pull the plug and you will walk away, and that will be that. [to Sophie] And you--who do you have someone to prove to?