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 fuck'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-fucking-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 fucking pussy?
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 fucking 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-fuck 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.
Oh, for my birthday?
A present?
You shouldn't have.
Look under
the table.
What's under
the table?
It's your present.
Okay.
What is it?
What you have there?
Oh!
What's the matter, you don't
want to open your present?
You got me.
I got you?
Okay, one more toast
and then I got to go.
I'm sorry,
I'm engaged.
Well, that's too bad because
I thought that we had something.
We've got drinks.
Toast!
Won't you
come over here?
Don't be shy,
come on.
What do you want me
to do?

Oh man,
that was great.
Come on.
No, I've got to go.
Really, thanks for the fun.
We'll have
a nightcap.
Seriously, Rick,
I can't.
See you Monday.
Hey!
Wait, did you give that girl
money or something?
It was her idea.
Bull.
Bull.
Come on, man.
Things like that...
...don't happen to me.
What did you do?
I said, "Show John
your pussy."
You just said it?
It's the end of the world, man.
Do what you want.
Sorry, hold on.
Hey, honey!
Yeah, I'm just--
I'm right by the elevator.
No, I didn't see
that you called.
Ms. Craig insisted that I get
a drink for a colleague and...
Look, I'm right by
the elevator.
I'll be there
in two seconds.
Okay.
Bye.
That's why I don't have
a relationship
that lasts longer
than six months.
Yeah.
She's...
We're engaged.
You mentioned that.
Um, I have so much
on my mind, you know?
I'd rather just
not fight.
As long as
you're happy, right?
Hey, peace is the only battle
worth waging, you know?
I envy you.
Stable job,
stable girl.
It's all you can
hope for, right?
We're definitely stable.
Now, I mean.
She's a few years older than me
and when we met,
I thought I needed stable and
more mature to calm me down.
Can I be honest
with you, John?
Yeah.
You're boring
the shit out of me.
Wake up!
Wake up.
Look, man, get in there
and finger bang her
like Lenny Kravitz.
The two of you could use it,
okay? All right?
Yeah.
All right.
See you Monday.
Monday.
Where have you been?
Sorry I'm so late.
Go walk the dog.
Jennifer, could you bring up
those veggie burgers, please?
Hello, I'm right here!
Mr. Grumpy.
Hey, let me
handle the steak.
Get yourself a beer.
Want one?
Yeah, grab me another.
Yeah.
Dad, will you
put these on for John?
Oh right,
the vegetarian cuisine.
Don't start!
What? What?
Thank you.
How's the work going,
John?
It's going.
I'm working on a pretty complex
deal right now.
Working for
The Man.
As opposed to working
for the DMV?
Touch.
John, why don't you invite
that friend of yours over?
A co-worker of John's
just moved into the building.
He's...uh...
he's kind of,
I don't know.
He had him out till 1:00
in the morning.
I don't know if I can handle
two lawyers while I'm eating.
Daddy.
Marty.
Goddammit,
I'm messing around!
Who wants a steak?
Spying on me?
Shit!
Bitch, you scared
the daylights out of me.
I knocked
on your door.
I wanted to see if you wanted
to join us for a barbecue.
And I was spying
on you.
Wanted to see
if you were home.
Let me get
some shoes.
You've got a better view
than me.
You got any pets?
I've got a dog...
and fish.
Fish are cool.
Yeah.
Work, though.
Yeah. Animals are better
than people.
They don't
bullshit you.
You wouldn't bullshit me,
would you?
Think you could ever
kill someone?
Huh?
You know, like self-defence
or whatever.
I've never really
thought about it.
I've got enough anxiety
as it is
and I've never done
anything wrong,
so I doubt it.
So you think
that killing someone,
even in self-defence,
is wrong?
I don't know.
Why do you ask?
Are you on meds?
I'm not judging you.
I used to be.
I just got a vibe,
that's all.
I've been on prescription
drugs for most of my life.
It was first for ADD,
and then ADHD, manic depression,
and now it's hyperanxiety.
What about you?
You said "were"?
Until I found out
what mind control is.
The shit's poison.
I didn't realize
you're a doctor.
I'm not.
Scientologist?
No.
I self-medicate
now.
With what?
Not giving
a shit.
Look her
in the eye.
Yeah.
You're a dog person.
Everybody,
this is Rick.
Rick, this is Jennifer,
my fiance.
This is her mother,
Sherry.
This is Stephanie,
my sister...
who likes bad boys.
This is her father,
Marty.
How are you doing,
Marty?
Shiny watch.
Watch out, Marty has
an aversion to money
and those who make it.
John!
I'm just
messing around.
We have that kind of
relationship, don't we, Marty?
I guess we do.
Rick, please.
I'll grab you something.

Saint Peter's like,
"Sister, Sister...
we're all gonna get
into heaven."

It's getting
pretty late.
We should
close this thing down.
Yeah,
it's so late.
Rick.
It was nice
to meet you.
Goodnight.
I'm just going to
clean up.
Interesting girl.
What does that mean?
Nothing bad.
By the way...
thanks for entertaining
the troops.
Families are fucked.
That Marty guy
is an asshole.
Whatever.
No, not "whatever."
I don't really care about
the dynamic in there,
but I used to be
a lot like you.
Don't let people push you around
in your own house.
Nobody pushes me
around.
I'm not judging you.
My philosophy is
"know thyself."
That's it.
Look, you're on
the John train.
Your life is the track
that you're heading down.
The most anyone
can ever do
is have their train running
right next to yours, right?
Because that's
their life.
If you know in your balls
where you're headed,
if you know
who you are,
then all you have to do
is look to your left
and look to the right
and see who's keeping up.
Everybody else
can kiss your fucking ass.
It takes balls
to be an individual.
Society doesn't teach you that
skill, but it rewards it,
and that's how
successful people live.
Independently.
Sounds like you've read
a lot of self-help books.
Come on, John.
Say goodnight.
I've got to go.
Hey, I'll see you
tomorrow.
Come on, Rick.
What the hell?
Run along.
The little lady's
calling you.
I'm fucking
with you, man.
I'll see you tomorrow.
All right.
Hey.
Thanks for being real
with me.
Goodnight.
Take out the trash.
I don't want to wake up
to the smell of all that food
in the morning.
Rick is...
interesting.
Yeah,
I like him.
I don't know what kind
of a lawyer he is,
but he's definitely
interesting.
A little arrogant,
though.
By the way, you will be
apologizing to my dad.
For what?
You know what.
That rude comment you made
about him and money?
Jennifer,
I'm tired,
I've got a lot on my mind,
and your dad is an asshole.
Why don't you give him
the speech
and tell him
to get off my back?
Excuse me?
Don't be dramatic.
See you in a bit.
Come on, boy.


She had no idea
she was on camera?
It was her idea.
Flip off after the money shot?
It's priceless.
Yeah, that's one of my girls
likes it a little weird.
One of your girls?
I'd say we're fuck buddies
but we don't get along.
Johnny boy!
Hey, come check this out.
Come here.
John, Ms. Craig
wants to see you.
Sorry, guys,
duty calls.
Ass-kisser.
Charlotte got the PDF
and she needs to go over
some of the wording with you
before we send it off.
Yes, ma'am.
So how was
your mom's party?
Excuse me?
Your mom's party?
San Francisco?
Fine.
Thank you for asking.
John,
between us,
did you have that drink
with Mr. Carlson, Friday night?
I did.
Something's come
to my attention,
but I'm unable
to get any details.
I wanted to ask you what
your opinion is of Mr. Carlson.
I'm not quite sure
I understand.
Well, I'm not
speaking Greek here, am I?
I'm asking you what your
assessment is of Mr. Carlson.
What kind of person is he,
in your opinion?
Well, I think he is
a very interesting person.
I don't know what kind of
tax attorney he is but--
But?
But, well...
Why don't you quit
speaking Greek,
and look at my face
when I'm talking to you?
Thank you.
I haven't really had enough time
to get to know Rick,
but I can tell you
he's intelligent.
He reads people
very well.
Almost
annoyingly so.
Is there something specific
you had in mind?
What of
his temperament?
I'm not sure
I could say.
We've only had
a few conversations.
This stays
between me and you.
Absolutely.
Thank you.
I appreciate your candour.
That's all.
And John?
You're my first in line
for the Browning's bid.
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.
You've got three weeks
for a new proposal.
Can I call you back?
What's happening,
man?
That's disgusting!
How does God turn coffee
into piss?
What?
Could you not stare
at me, please.
You're not a faggot,
are you?
What?
I don't care if you are,
I just think they're disgusting.
That's all.
Hey.
Why are you
so uptight?
Are you in
some kind of trouble?
Not that I can tell.
There isn't anyone in here
I should know about, is there?
Why do you ask?
Ms. Craig
was asking me about--
She was asking my assessment
of you and her tone was strange.
What is your assessment
of me, John?
I told her
you seem intelligent.
Listen, I got into a fight
when I was in college.
The powers that be decided
that they should put that
on my permanent record.
Now, I don't talk about it,
but it does come up
because I am in
the pseudo-business of law.
Why is that
such a big deal?
Because I was drunk
and started the fight.
Serious shit in Texas.
It's fucked up.
You ever been
in a fight?
Never.
Never!
But I'll bet every day you
probably feel like you struggle
with everything,
don't you?
Yes, I do.
That feeling goes away the
second you start fighting back.
We're getting
a drink tonight.
Who?
Who? What are you,
a fucking owl?
Me and you!
It's Monday.
John,
how old are you?
I have no idea
who you are, do I?
I was sent here
to destroy you.
Come on, man.
I'm a fucking nerd.

Wrapped up in my arms
Ahh!
Breathing,
breathing down
Push it all around

My heartbeat
hits the wall
Fucking ass
in your face!
That's what
I'm talking about!
Easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy
I touch myself
while you touch yourself
Now come on
Easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy
Touch your skin,
baby
Come on
Oh, come on

Wrapped up
in my arms
Push and pull it down
Push it all around

My heartbeat
hits the wall

Teardrops
on your thighs
Tell the world that
it's easy
Easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy
Go home.

Come on!
Let go
of my arm.
Come on!
Let go of my arm!
You're fucking annoying me.
All right,
I'll see you later.
Hope there's not a body
in there.
How you doing?
Fine.
Listen, I don't know if this is
really any of my business,
but is John okay?
You kidding me?
In the three weeks
since you've moved here,
he's turned into
a drunk asshole.
Yeah,
about that.
I don't think
it's such a good idea
if John goes out with me
and the boys after work anymore.
Excuse me?
Well, we all
blow off steam,
but with John,
I think he bottles up
all of his stress
and instead of
letting it go,
he just piles up more shit
on top to cope, you know?
It's just,
it's not healthy.
It's not.
Look, he's had problems.
Are you okay?
I'm worried.
Yeah?
The first thing I want to do
is kick his ass.
But he lets people
push him around
so I try to go easy
on him.
What's bothering him?
Well, you know that contract
he's putting together?
Yeah, the Browning
CEO bid, right?
It's a lot of money.
...bail-out...
...$147,000...
...parasite...
...parasite...
...parasite...
Show me your pussy.
John!
Good morning!
Hey, you want to go
to the beach?
What's up?
What's up?
Not much.
Not much.
It's kind of cold.
Yeah,
I've got blankets.
Hey, John, Jennifer.
These are my neighbours.
This is Kelly.
Hey.
Yeah, I seen you somewhere,
I think.
Yeah.
So what do you
guys think?
You want to go?
Yeah, no?
I should do
some work.
My proposal's due
tomorrow.
Suit yourself.
Um...all right.
Well, have fun.
What were you two
talking about?
I thought
you had to work.
I do have to work.
Look at me when you're
fucking talking to me.
Considering what I'm bringing to
this relationship financially,
you either start treating me
with some respect
or get the fuck
out of my life!
I'm tired of being
your little fucking lapdog.
What?
Listen, I don't expect you
to understand this, okay?
But Rick and I
have a good friendship.
We give each other feedback
in some very serious areas.
That guy has some issues
he's dealing with.
When I see my fiance acting
like a little girl
in front of him,
it pleases me off
and it belittles
our relationship, okay?
So I'm just looking out
for you.
Now look,
don't forget
to walk the dog.
Come on in,
John.
Good morning.
Just give me
the final number.
It's a little
dramatic.
It's the future
of my law firm.
It's pretty dramatic
to me.
Yes, ma'am.
There may be
a few areas
where my interpretations
could be skewed
in one direction
or another.
Yeah, that's what
you didn't get, John,
and this is
what I was afraid of.
The number I'm looking at here
is $147,000
above the number I looked at
earlier this morning.
To you, that doesn't seem like
a lot of money,
but to the client, we're talking
about $147,000 less on taxes.
Means there's more money
to spend on tax attorneys.
I appreciate the work you did
on the proposal
but it's not
going to happen.
It's not
going to happen?
Because you didn't take
what you could get.
Because I'm not
a parasite?
Everything lives
off something, John.
I worked my ass off
on this proposal.
Hey, look at me.
I respect you.
All I'm asking is that
in the future,
you go one step further
than what you've been taught.
Take the rest of the day off
and think about it.
Learn from your friend
Rick Carlson.
He got the bid?
He wasn't even
asked to
and he put together the most
aggressive proposal I received.
Listen, 134 million dollars.
discrepancy.
Now, when you have
a free-market trade,
you've got
two opposing sides.
You've got one that's
going to look at a red line.
You've got another one
that's going to look
at the other side of things
and think something's wrong.
You know what?
Give me a minute.
I thought
you were honest.
I haven't lied to you
in any way, John.
No, but you lied in your
proposal for the Browning's bid.
$147,000?
That's a lie, and I know what
that number represents.
You know, I don't have to
justify myself to you, John.
Are you all right, man?
Am I "all right"?
Yeah, you just seem
a little stressed out.
I'm worried about you.
Jennifer's worried
about you.
How do you know
what Jennifer's worried about?
Because I've been fucking her,
that's why.
Say it again,
motherfucker!
Say it!
Say that again--
Get off of me!
Hey, get off of me!
Hey, are you out
of your fucking mind?
He's talking about
fucking my fiance!
What the hell
is going on?
He stole
my information!
He's talking about
fucking my fiance!
And I want him
out of here!
Get him out of here!
Get him out of here!
Wait a minute!
Listen, listen to me!
I am the victim here!
Listen to me!
Open your eyes!
Open your fucking eyes!
I am the victim here,
Cynthia!
He's a fucking
snake!
Woo!
I am the victim!
... More use
of chemical weapons.
This is how they give
their statements
to the public
and into the world.
I don't know how they came to
this conclusion or anything,
or the think tanks
that are paid millions
to go through these scenarios.
He then goes on to say...
...information chips
implanted in the brain...
...electromagnetic
pulse weapons...
Come on!
The middle class
is becoming revolutionary.
You're making me sick.
...population of countries
in the Middle East
increasing by 132%...
Fuck.
...Flash mobs...
What the fuck are you
looking at, motherfucker?
...flash mobs, which are groups
rapidly mobilized
by criminal gangs
or terrorist groups.
Now, let's just go over
this little paragraph here.
As I say, look at how this
is presented to the public.
This is standard predictive
programming...
...that's giving you fear,
on one hand,
without explaining
exactly why...
If you're going to sit here,
you have to feed the meter.
I'm sorry, I'm just
on the fucking phone.
Thank you.
You're kidding me.
Hey!
Are you kidding me?
I warned you.
Come on,
are you kidding me?
I said
I warned you.
This is bullshit.
Come on, stop writing my ticket.
I'm taking down
the numbers--
Just stop writing
the fucking ticket!
Stop writing
the fucking ticket!
Are you
a fucking machine?
I'm just
doing my job.
Are you
a fucking machine?
Stop writing
the fucking ticket!
Fine, whatever.
That's less money for me to
spend on immigrants, right?
We were here first.
No, no, no.
The Indians
were here first,
and we came and raped you
and you became a Mexican.
Have a good day,
seor.
You're a
fucking parasite.
Fucking bullshit.
Come on, pick up,
Steph.
Hey, it's Steph.
Leave a message
and don't bore me.
Hey, it's me.
Hey listen, there's some
crazy shit going on, Steph.
You remember that asshole Rick
you were flirting with?
He just--
He just stole my fucking job
and I'm freaking out right now.
Do me a favour and run his name
through the DMV system there.
He should have a criminal
record.
I know of one incident--
I know one incident for sure
in Texas that did happen.
I just don't buy that
he happened to move in
across the hall from me
and happens to work
in the office
across the hall from me
and then
steals my fucking job!
And I'm going to kill him
or something.
His last name's
Carlson.
There are probably
a million Rick Carlsons,
so I'm going to find out his
middle name and kill...
God, I wish
you'd answered.
He's trying to break up
my engagement.
Ha!
I'm sorry.
This is the longest message
in the world.
Listen, I'm cool,
Steph.
A little nervous breakdown
on the phone.
I'm fine.
Listen, I'll call you later.
All right? Bye.
I've just...
God!
Rick, you scared me!
What did you
just say?
I said, Oh God,
John, you scared me!
What are you doing?
Who were you
talking to?
My dad.
Do you lie to me?
What?
Do you lie to me?
No.
Do you love me?
Of course.
Which me?
Hm?
Which me?
I'm worried about you,
John.
Jonathan.
I know.
Rick told me.
Why are you so worried
about me?
Um...
Hm?
What do you want,
Jennifer?
Huh?
Hm?
Hm?
Tell me
what you want.
What do you want,
Jennifer?
I want to be
like we were.
I've been a mess
since you first met me.
Let me ask you something,
and think before you answer
because if you lie,
I'll know it.
Did you ever show Rick any of
the papers I've been working on?
God, no, John!
Did you ever talk to him about
my business in any specifics?
Be honest, now.
I did.
The other day,
in the garage,
I was saying that
I was worried about you
and we started talking.
You and Rick
started talking.
Say his name so you can
hear it, Jennifer.
Rick and I started talking
about you.
And we did talk
about your business,
but only in the context
that it was bothering you.
Well it sure as fuck
didn't bother him
because thanks to you,
I lost my contract!
What?
You cheated
on me.
You defied the trust
of this house.
I only told him
that I was worried
about how stressed out
you are!
And why am I
so stressed?
Because I'm working my ass off
to keep the shit
that we already have
because we're in debt!
Because I'm the one fucking
person on this planet
who doesn't rob and steal
and lie and cheat!!
And for that,
I'm considered weak?!
Okay, maybe you're so used to
being a victim, John,
that you can't see when people
are genuinely trying
to help you!
You're crazy!
Did I hurt
your feelings?
Want to know
the truth?
Rick's been trying to get me
to fuck around behind your back
since the moment we met
and I didn't
because I treat people
the way I want to be treated.
And if I treated you
with the kind of disrespect
that you've been treating me,
I hope to God
that you'd throw my ass
over this fucking railing!
Now I'm giving you 3 seconds to
get the fuck out of this house!
One.

I see you.
"Richard Vellum Carlson."
Vellum Carlson.
Fucking Carlson.
Ha ha, very funny.
What are you doing?
What are you doing,
huh?
Huh?
You miss me already?
Rick,
what are you doing?
Talking to
my other girlfriend.
Deep down in the mud
where the dead fuck
I'm calling your name
I bow my head to the ground
where my lips suck
Till our breath
is the same
There's a moment
I'm crawling like an animal
Something tells me
this is the time
There's a moment
I'm crawling like an animal
Will you come
for me?
What's so funny?
Just looking
at all the drones, man.
You know
what I'm saying?
Not really.
Then you yourself
are a drone.
I did my time
I threw it away
I followed the signs
so I could look in your eyes
Where have you been?
Tara, my love.
I haven't seen you
in almost two weeks.
That's because
you never turn around.
I've been following you.
That's creepy.
That's creepy.
Where's your friend?
Rick?
Yeah.
Listen, I found out
some fucked-up shit about Rick.
Can you keep a secret?
Yeah.
You never messed around
with him, did you?
No.
I got a call from a girl
that Rick was with.
Rick's HIV-positive.
What?
I know,
it's terrible.
Don't say anything.
Of course not.
But, my God, Chrissie!
She should know.
Yeah, I'll...
I'll tell her.
Is he okay?
He's so depressed.
I know him though, he's going to
act like nothing's happening
and keep spreading it
around.
I know, it's stupid but I went
out and got myself checked.
You're clean,
right?
I'm clean
as a whistle.
I was just
freaked out.
Yeah.
You want to go smoke?
Yeah, let's smoke.
Hey.
Vellum.
How's it going, Tara?
Good to see you.
What was that?
Who gives a fuck?


Time to kill
Precious time

I'll call you.
Ricky, boy.
You better take
the stairs.
Don't be a dick,
John.
Sorry, can't talk.
Got to go job-hunting.
I didn't do anything
against you.
Oh, love and war.
Dog eat dog.
Business is business.
I'll see you,
Vellum.
Grow up,
cockhole.
Hello.
Hi.
Is this--?
Okay, sorry.
Thank you.
Hello, is this...?
Yeah, I heard you had
a job available?
Okay, sorry.
Thank you.
... and I heard that
there was a job.
I'm a lawyer, okay?
I'm a lawyer, okay?
To be honest, I've had
problems of my own.
I heard that you had
a job available?
... pretended to be my friend
and he had my fiance betray me.
... I'm sorry about that,
goodbye.
You ever hear
of knocking?
I own half the stuff in this
place; I don't have to knock.
Seattle, come here, boy!
Come here!
Good boy.
So were you even
going to call me?
Why don't you go
play with Rick?
We've been together
I think I deserve
a little better than this.
You want
what you deserve?
Just say the word
and I'll give it to you.
Yes, is this --
... I heard there was
this job.
Okay, sorry.
Oh.
Wow, Ricky, my boy.
Shit.
"Dear Ms. Craig...
"Please use discretion
"with the following
attachment.
"I thought
you should know...
"your head lapdog...
"a little bit better.
"Thank you
for firing me.
"It feels good...
"to tell you...
"to fuck off.
"You are...
"a stupid cunt...
"with a dried-up...
"bird's nest pussy.
"That's why
I'd start...
"with your ass...
"and end...
in your mouth."
"Dear Ms. Craig,
please use discretion
with the following attachment."
And send.
Time to celebrate.
Hey, Tara,
it's John.
Call me,
I want to see you tonight.
Will you just
listen to me? Stop!
No. You go get your fuckin'
dirty dick tested
and then I'll listen to you,
you fucking cocksucker!
Hey!
What the fuck?
All right.
All right
All right, just a minute,
Seattle.
Told you
that was disgusting.
You want to
fuck with me?
Stay out of my life,
you fucking asshole!
What, you find that
annoying?
What did I do to you?
You pretended
to be my friend.
Fill my head with your
stupid, fucking shit!
Why don't you admit
you're a fucking liar!
I was your friend,
you fucking pussy!
I told you to stand up
for yourself.
I told you you could do
whatever you want.
This is
the real world, John.
You fucking
disgust me!
I have lied to you,
John.
I never had
a prescription for meds
or had trouble with
people disrespecting me
because
I'm an individual.
But I invested
in your weakness.
I had to stoop
to your level
just so I didn't go
fucking crazy.
I trusted you,
man.
You got information
from my girlfriend
that you used to get a job
that was rightfully mine.
You're a parasite!
You're a fucking
liar!
All you do
is fucking suck!
You fucking told Tara
I had AIDS!
Because
you lied to me!
I lie
to make myself smaller.
You lie
to make yourself bigger.
Who is evolution
going to choose, John? Huh?
You crippled a man,
Ricky.
You crippled somebody.
You don't know
anything about it.
I know I never hurt
anybody like that.
Andrew Jackson was
a lowlife fucking drug dealer
who I was
buying Coke from
and he hated me
because I'd always show up
and I'd fuck around
with his friends.
"Hey, what up,
nigga!"
One day,
we got twisted.
He reneged,
no pun intended.
Shit got out of hand.
It happens every day.
This is the real world, John.
No right or wrong.
You get
what you give.
You know that little e-mail
you sent Ms. Craig?
Ms. Craig wants me to get a
restraining order against you.
Me, the bad guy,
needs protection
from you,
the good guy.
Who is God
going to choose, John?
Now let's just go over this
little paragraph here.
As I say, look at how this
is presented to the public.
This is how they give their
statements to the world.
Middle classes becoming
revolutionary...
giving you fear...
giving you
conclusions...
fear...
programming...
conclusion...
conclusion...
conclusion.