Order Of Chaos

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Yours is the 17th proposal

I'll be seeing

and to be honest,

not one has blown me away.

If you want to have a real shot

at the Browning bid,

you'll have to get

one thing.

These aren't pit hands

hiring a tax attorney

to scour

their lunch receipts...

Jesus Christ,

I want one of you little boys

to show me

what I'm paying you for.

Yes, ma'am.

When I talk about

an 8-figure company

looking for...

they can call their own,

I'm talking about

growing up,

realizing that the Federal

Reserve is the World Bank

loaning us money,

and our federal government

has had to bail them out.

Yes, ma'am.

This is the end of the world

I'm talking about,

leaving

the taxpayers--

and let's be frank,

the well-to-do--

with a deficit that

we'll never see paid back.

The interest alone turns us

into indentured slaves,

for f***'s sake...

Now, let's talk numbers.

Yes, ma'am.

We'll see every

Tom, Dick and Harry

with a 401 get defaulted.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am. I'm stepping into

the shower right now.

I'll see you in 45.

Thank you.

Morning.

Morning.

I'm Rick.

John.

You just move

into 404?

I did.

Nice building.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you,

John.

Have a good day.

You too.

This is John.

Morning.

Morning.

John, Ms. Craig

is waiting.

I want you to look them

in the eye and tell them

everyone cheats

on their federal income taxes.

Nobody wants to pay them,

and thanks to the Internet,

everyone knows there's no law

requiring them to do so.

But tell them that

your specialty as a tax attorney

is creating the loopholes

while appearing under the radar.

Which equals money.

What did you think of the

proposal so far, though?

I think that there was

not one single moment

where I truly felt

you pull out your dick

and state what my firm brings

to the table.

Thank God you have time

to put together a new proposal.

Ms. Craig,

Mr. Tayson for 3:00.

Sell the illusion,

John.

I'm expecting more.

Hey, honey.

Hey, are you

on your way home?

Yeah, I'm just finishing some

things up here for a while.

I'll call you when I leave,

all right?

I love you.

The pharmacy called.

Your prescription's ready.

So while you're out,

pick up what we need

for the barbecue tomorrow.

And don't forget

the specific kind of steak

my dad likes, okay?

Okay. Bye.

Sell the illusion.

Un-f***ing-believable.

You know, I thought I saw you

three separate times today.

But every time I'd turn

to do a double take,

you'd have your back

to me.

Unbelievable.

What are you doing

here?

Oh, my garage door opener

isn't working,

so I thought

I'd come by here,

check yours out and make sure

I have the correct code.

Wake up, man.

I'm yanking your dick.

I work here.

I started today.

Jesus.

Yeah, I know.

What are the chances?

That's unbelievable.

You work here?

In what capacity?

Well, um, to the best of

my abilities,

I'm an attorney.

I don't have this.

My office.

That's wild.

Yeah.

You definitely have

a better view than me.

What did you say

your last name was?

Puliti.

Jonathan Puliti.

Italian.

Grandpa called you

Johnny boy, I'll bet.

Um, that's Irish.

Puliti is Irish?

Putting "boy"

after a name.

Danny boy.

Um...

look, I just got hit

with a bunch of work here.

I should get back to it.

Are you a f***ing p*ssy?

It's Friday.

John, I'm in San Francisco

for the weekend.

Have the 2004 inquests

sent in a PDF

so Charlotte

can look them over

and have the draft

mocked up for Tuesday.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello.

Hello.

Rick Carlson.

Cynthia Craig.

Welcome aboard.

Sorry I haven't had a chance

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