Mayhem Page #2

Would you be open to

discussing the possibility

of a deed in lieu?

Mm. You don't know what

I'm talking about, do you?

- You should see a lawyer.

- I am a lawyer.

If you were a lawyer, you would

know what a deed in lieu is.

You're one of the borrowers,

aren't you?

So what's a deed in lieu?

It doesn't matter.

Bank wouldn't agree

to it anyway.

Look, you're not

the first borrower

to try to pull

this kind of scam.

Miss, this is

a non-smoking room.

So come stop me, suit.

Wait.

We just need two more months.

Families are involved here,

but nobody listens,

not the banks, not the lawyers.

I can't get past

their damn secretaries.

Look, I am very sorry

this is happening to you.

- Then don't kick me out.

- The bank is kicking you out.

- The bank is your client.

- It's the firm's client.

The firm's partners

call the shots.

No one raindrop thinks

it caused the flood.

My mother used to say that.

Now I understand what it means.

Is there anything else

I can do to help?

Melanie:

You can start by telling me

the partner calling

the shots on the case.

Sure. That would be...

Oh, sh*t.

Irene Smythe.

Well, I want a word

with this Irene Smythe

or whoever right now.

Sure. Let me get her

on the phone.

- This way, ma'am.

- Get off me!

We're not done here!

I'm gonna sue you!

I'm gonna sue all of you!

F***ers!

You're in deep sh*t, too!

You're in deep sh*t.

Brenda wasn't feeling well,

so I had to go out

to the penthouse

to cover for her for a bit.

Uh-huh.

Turns out the boss

is meeting with Kara,

and I'm pretty sure

they were talking about

you f***ing up a vanda corp case

or something.

Wait, what?

Are you...

I don't work vanda corp.

That's Kara's client.

I know, right?

Oh, no.

Man:

How can I help you?

Derek Cho. Need an access code

to the eighth floor.

Man:
To see whom?

Derek:
Kara Powell,

director of operations,

not effective

for client matters,

but with all things related

to navigating

internal company politics,

she's f***in' Mussolini.

We call her the siren.

Derek:
She's got the boss's ear.

And her songs are sweet poison.

Man:
Mr. Cho.

Mr. Cho.

To see... Kara Powell.

Man:

One moment, please.

Your pass code

is 7-8-5-star-9-5.

Ray:
You expected me to create

a dedicated office mobile app

with servers that run

on hamster wheels.

Ray, stop talking.

If I hear another

whining excuse from you,

I'll make sure

you're back to building

porn-site banner ads by lunch.

Do you understand me?

Ray:
Yes, fine.

The siren:
So stop playing

video games in your troll cave

and get the interoffice apps

updated asap, okay, sweetie?

Okay. Thank you so much.

Bye-bye.

A**hole.

- What I can do for you?

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