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

to introduce myself to you.

Just one

of those days?

One of those days.

I'm hoping to smooth

some of that out around here.

I'm counting on it.

Fink and Meyer put up

a hell of a fight

about

not letting you go.

So you want to talk shop

or get out of here?

Excuse me?

It's Friday night.

I'm sure you want

to get your life.

I'm set up

across the hall

and Johnny boy here

is walking me

through all the appropriate

office protocol.

If you have some time on Monday,

we can get acquainted.

What's going on in

San Francisco this weekend?

It's

my mother's birthday.

Big 7-0.

Tell her

it's the new 50.

I like that.

Makes me 30.

Makes us

the same age.

I think it makes you

about 10.

John.

Yes, ma'am?

Go by Mr. Carlson

a drink.

Yes, ma'am.

Have a good weekend.

I will.

Have fun.

I give you one week,

then you're fired.

Good thing you're not making

the f***ing decisions.

Let's get a drink.

Searching for sound

in every hole in the ground

I found you

standing there

Lost in the crowd

Lost beside me

A toast.

To fate.

All right,

to fate.

So what's your story,

John?

How did you wind up

the head lapdog

for the famous

Cynthia Craig?

Well, I don't refer

to myself as a lapdog.

Hey, don't take offence

to it, all right?

It's a complement.

She's got reputation for busting

balls, and on my first day,

I hear the name Jonathan Puliti

I'm curious.

So why did you ask me

what my last name was

back in the office

there?

John, do me a favour

and relax.

There's 75 lawyers

that work in our building.

You're not

the only John.

Plus with the whole next-door

neighbour mind-f*** thing?

It was too much.

Well, I'll tell you,

nothing's ever been

handed to me.

Ask my fiance, she'll tell you

I'm a verified workaholic.

That's fair enough.

So Fink and Meyers,

huh?

For a boutique firm,

they carry a lot of weight.

Why did you leave

Chicago?

Weather sucked.

Hi.

Hi.

Oh, man.

Ladies,

Johnny boy.

John, this is Tara and, sorry,

what was your name again?

Chrissie.

Chrissie. Chrissie,

this is the birthday boy.

Happy birthday.

Excuse me, can you get us

another round

for my friend and I,

and whatever the ladies

are having? Ladies?

Pink martinis.

Pink martinis, two.

So are you celebrating

your birthday?

Or are you drowning it?

Uh, well.

He's celebrating.

So, what do

you guys do?

For fun

or for work?

For retarded children.

Oh come on,

that's evil. Don't.

No, what do you two

do for fun?

Well, I like to get out

of town on the weekends.

I like

to go dancing.

You dance while you're

out of town on the weekends?

Perhaps, but only

with strange men.

Of course.

Yes. What about you?

Strange men, or--

No, I am

the strange man.

Something in the back

of my mind

Said I shouldn't

be there

All right,

let's get naked!

Yeah.

Something in your eyes

told me I should stay

What do you want me

to do?

What do you want me

to do?

What do you want me

to do?

What do you want me

to do?

Hey, now the party

can start.

Rick, ladies, I'm sorry.

I really have to take off.

Sorry, but you've got to

drink that.

You can't go,

it's your birthday.

Uh...

Look, we're going to

have a toast.

One quick toast,

real quick, all right?

Come here, sit down.

To Johnny Puliti.

Happy birthday,

buddy boy.

Cheers.

Cheers.

John, come here.

Come on.

What is it?

I got you something.

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