Previously on House of Lies...
U.S. National Bank has requested a sit-down.
Hey, everyone, I'm Mr. Criswell.
Look at all you little Michelle Obamas working in the field.
He wants to be governor next go-around. Governor?
But I'm the lucky girl that gets
to eat, sleep, and breathe his political future.
Nigga, what's your problem with me?
You're a fucking phony, Malcolm.
And you're a fucking sellout, Martin.
But we're still brothers
and Dad still needs us to be a family.
You should know that this aggression...
This aggression? ...will no longer
be tolerated by this company.
Tell me something, Marty.
I'm leaving the company.
When? I don't know.
But I'm done with this bullshit.
(helicopter whirring, siren wailing)
(car horn honks)
(noises stop)
(lively blues instrumental playing)
♪
(exhales)
(car horn honks)
(indistinct chatter, phone ringing)
(sighs, clears throat)
Okay, we're only gonna do this once, we're gonna get it
all out, and then we're going to shut the fuck up about it.
Is that clear? Hold on, just once?
No way. And what are we doing?
When you get like this,
I literally swell with excitement.
I can't wait. Let's go.
Well, then, get ready to swell, asshole.
What's that? DOUG: What?
What, what, what? Wait, wait, wait.
Slutty Ex Sex-- I don't get it, whose slutty ex had sex?
JEANNIE: Uh...
my (clears throat) ex-boyfriend Lonnie from Spokane
has a fondness for vintage porn of me, uh, and decided,
after I declined to be his Facebook friend...
(sighs)
...to load our attempt at porn stardom onto the Internet.
Since I know someone will invariably find this
and show it to you, I decided to prophylactically...
(laughs) ...to...
(grunts) (giggles)
...show it to all of you.
Now we're gonna watch it...
Okay, stop, here we go.
Thank you. I knew if I was good...
You can spend the rest of the day taking chunks
out of my self-esteem. MARTY: Why are you talking so much?
Press play, press play, space bar... Just push the button...
Then, then... let's make sure everyone is listening...
Do I need moisturizer...? Wait, hold on.
...you will never mention it again.
And I mean ever! Fine, okay.
But we get the whole day, right? One entire day, 24 hours?
(overlapping chatter)
So it's like this time tomorrow or at midnight?
I hadn't... Look at me, that is not enough.
Just give me one more day, please, please, please.
CLYDE: Push the button. (screams) Whatever, Doug.
Okay, okay, okay. Eh, I don't want to see it.
CLYDE: What are you doing? Yeah, I just thought
I'd do the buildup and then...
Marty. Are you kidding me?
Come on, how will we know how to feel about it?
Oh, God. Uh, okay.
What do we got here?
Here we go, okay.
There you are, okay. Ooh, okay, start up them engines.
That's you?
No, Goth Jeannie.
Okay. Little bit of Goth Jeannie.
Okay. Not, not my favorite
if I'm being honest. No.
Ooh, you're not the girl.
JEANNIE: Am I getting you hard? Yeah.
Who's this? Okay, yeah, real, uh,
real titan of industry, this one, huh?
Good call, Jeannie. Ooh.
Why are you doing that to him?
It's like you don't know how to eat
but you're trying to eat his face.
Ah, okay, get to the bed.
Get to the bed. Here we go.
Get it off you, baby, get it off you. Here we go, huh?
Oh, you're so fucking hot, babe. I see you in the background.
All right, the years have not been kind to you.
The panties he's wearing are very confusing.
I agree. And he's taking 'em off, great.
Baby, you want me to make it hard for you?
JEANNIE: I don't know, I'm just an innocent farm girl.
How about you stop showing off
for the camera and bring that sweet stuff
over here?
(laughing)
How can I un-see that?
It was like a thing, but then everything was through it.
And what's happening here? What is he doing?
(Jeannie gags on video) What's happening here?
I'm blowing him.
You're blowing him? Yeah.
Are you holding the camera?
Hey, asshole, take the camera while she sucks your dick! Hold the camera, man.
Yeah, be a fucking gentleman, take the camera.
You can't see the cock going in the fucking mouth!
What's the point?
It was a really old camcorder and it was very heavy,
and Lonnie wasn't the strong...
Why am I even explaining that to you?
LONNIE: Ow. Did you just swallow one of his piercings?
JEANNIE: God, I told you not to get something so fucking small.
I'm sorry, baby.
Well, how much of it is just this?
(Jeannie coughs on video)
How much of it is just this?
Call.
I'm still watching; it's fun.
Let's go.
Hey, baby, it's me.
No, I'm not doing anything, just, uh...
No, it's funny, you know,
Jeannie was just showing us a sex tape.
Are you kidding? You're leaving in the middle of my sex tape?
Yeah, it was great, though, good.
No, oh, baby, no, no, no, it-- ugh, it was gross honestly.
I, um...
I have to
make up an excuse to leave.
Are you fucking kidding me?
(gasps) Fuck you.
(over P.A.): Ladies and gentlemen,
this is the captain speaking.
We'll reach Chicago about ten minutes
before, uh, estimated time of arrival.
Thanks for flying with us. Marty.
Marty... Marty...
Marty.
Marty-Marty-Marty-Marty-Marty- Marty-Marty-Marty-Marty-
Marty-Marty- Marty-Marty-Marty. I hear you.
Oh, you heard that? Yes, every Marty.
Okay, um, so I'm trying to look through these disclosures
for U.S. National Bank, but I keep running into a firewall.
Yeah, well, it's a bank, okay?
They got a lot of firewalls.
Yeah, but Criswell gave us the keys
to the entire candy store...
I mean, everything except for what's behind this firewall.
Yeah.
So...
So get behind the firew... Hey, Clyde,
when we touch down, could you please help Jeannie out with this?
She's got a firewall confusing... I don't need help,
I'm not confused. I'm on it.
Um, Criswell is our...
Client. Client, right, and, uh,
he has hired us to, uh, help him vet
any potential shitstorm that may, you know, derail
his run for governor, and in order
for us to do that job effectively,
we're gonna have to... Get behind the firewall.
Get behind the firewall. Yes, I was...
So just get behind it and see what's back there. I was just ru...
running it by you.
CLYDE: But, Goth Jeannie, while I have your ear,
you were awfully bossy to what I would like to call
the weirdest leading man in porn.
DOUG: Yeah,
I got to say, major turnoff.
Yeah, I... it's, it's like...
Do what Sarah and I do.
It's about give and take-- very simple ethos.
All right, she gives, I take, I give, she takes.
That's all it's about.
Please... There's got to be a way to make this
louder. Please stop.
CLYDE: Got to stop.
(exhales)
You know, not that you should have,
but I did notice that you didn't... watch my sex tape.
Why are you still talking?
Marty.
Marty-Marty-Marty-Marty-Marty- Marty-Marty-Marty-Marty-Marty-
Marty-Marty-Marty-Marty...
Do you guys know Cinda from I.T.?
MARTY: Ooh, Cinda.
The one with the underbite like the Tibetan terrier?
That is correct.
(slurring): She's like this; that is correct.
Turns out Cinda likes me.
Who cares?
Go for it, Clyde, take her on a tour of that manscape.
She likes me so much, she gave me the firewall password.
Wow.
What, what? Fuck, nice work.
Well, you know, if I wasn't dating Sarah, I could have...
She gave you the firewall password?
That's true love in Tibetan Terrier.
(imitates Scooby Doo): Ri rove you.
Ri rove you, roo.
And we are... in.
Is that home loans?
Oy.
JEANNIE: Sub-prime loans.
Super-shitty-rate loans.
Ghetto loans.
(sighs)
That, boys and girls, is fucking ghetto loans.
Reverse redlining.
Fucking...
DOUG: Yeah,
sure looks like it.
So white people get pointed in one direction
where they get a decent percentage,
and then, uh, black and brown people--
well, they get sent down the hall towards...
Guess what-- they get a loan, too.
Yeah. And even if they can afford a prime rate,
they're automatically booted into a ghetto loan.
DOUG: Right.
Then they immediately swap out that teaser rate
for a sky-high rate.
And Joe Black Homeowner defaults.
MARTY: Right.
Wow. Yeah.
Criswell must have made a mint writing this paper.
Can I have it when you're done? Yes.
BRYNN: You are one smart motherfucker.
Gives me wood.
Yeah, I'm not really that smart.
I mean, me and my team found it.
But let's be honest,
a chimp could have gotten behind that bullshit firewall.
Well, now you're dipping into hyperbole.
Brynn, why don't you stop
fucking around and tell me what is going on?
Jesus, Marty, figure it out.
You're a big boy.
You wanted us to find it.
Maybe. And then when we find it,
you've got my black face to sell it to the public,
and you pimp me to your racist boss
to soft-sell his betrayal.
Right?
You're good.
But don't make this personal,
Marty, because it's not. Seriously!
Hey. Anybody up for a hit of some 24-year-old scotch?
And if we hadn't found it?
Do the math.
It's a chilly one, huh? Boy!
You'd lay the whole thing at Galweather Stearn's feet.
CRISWELL: It's chilly. (laughs softly)
Wow. That's...
Yeah, nice.
Criswell...
Yeah? let loose the hounds.
What?
Your house nigger's
making a run for it.
So we walk away-- I'm fine with that. Oh, my God,
they picked right, didn't they?
(chuckles) Mr. Marty Kaan-- "Go Along to Get Along."
You want a shiny, black face to help sell
your tiny little genocide?
Marty fuckin' Kaan, he's your man.
That's right. And maybe while we're at it,
we can help this, uh, fuckin' prep school bag of hammers
get into the governor's mansion, yeah?
Why don't we whisk his ass right into the White House,
get four to eight years of that, that'd be fuckin' awesome.
Just had to sell my soul, help Galweather Stearn
make a shitload of money, 'cause God forbid
I hang my own balls out there, right?
Do something for myself for a fuckin' change.
Sir, you want to hear a great fuckin' story about... Marty, Marty, Marty...
What am I talking about?
Sell my soul-- you can't sell something that you only rent.
Right? I mean, they got laws against that.
Like, if I rented an apartment
and then I tried to sell the fuckin' thing...
(laughs softly)
I'm out.
You're...? Yeah.
I'm out.
I'm gonna start my own shop.
Wow.
Fuck it.
J-Just like that? A done deal? Yeah.
I mean, fuck it.
Right? Fuck them.
I think that's good.
I think... I think you should be out on your own.
Yeah.
(laughs) Yeah.
Are we cool?
I mean, things between us,
are they okay? What are you talking about?
Why wouldn't we be cool? I... just feel...
very unsure, and things are very chaotic, so... Listen, listen.
You have the world at your feet, Jeannie Bean.
Okay? You hit a bump in the road. So what?
You're right back on track.
(sighs) Look...
you have a great job at Galweather,
and you have a better job waiting in the wings.
If you want it.
And you also have porn to fall back on.
So you're good.
You watched it?
I didn't say I watched it. Did you watch it?
I definitely didn't want to watch it with the idiots.
And? And if I had watched it,
I might say that you transcended the genre.
I might also have to say that my man's dick was crazy scary.
(laughs) You think I transcended the genre?
Yeah. See, that-that's called a misdirect. (laughs)
I think you're gonna talk about the scary dick,
and you talk about the genre. No, I want to talk about me
transcending genres... Yes.
I didn't know you could swallow so far.
Ugh.
(scoffs)
Hmm.
So anyway, it's, uh,
it's looking like this little incident
with the ghetto loans... I really don't
like that term-- it doesn't include any
of the subtleties or nuances of the mortgage business.
Really? Yeah, that does suck, because there are
so many nuances.
Get to it, Marty. Okay.
Uh... well, I'm sure after the Firewall of Jericho
came down on these ghett-- oh...
Let's call them "the things."
I'm sure you're very anxious
to get the genie back in the bottle.
No, uh... sunlight is
the best disinfectant. MARTY: Oh, okay.
Cool.
So with regards to violating the Fair Housing Act...
Fair Housing Act is bullshit.
Uh-huh.
Well, I might have to make a call to the Justice Department.
Of for fuck's sake, sanctimony does not work for you.
Yeah, Marty, this is...
getting absurd.
I mean, M... Marty,
you're supposed to be the kind of guy
that helps a brother out of a situation,
you know? Yeah. I-I have
no impetus to help you out
in this situation...
brother.
Well, certainly, this bank is
a serious piece of business for Galweather.
Yeah, for Galweather.
This will cement you as Julianne Hofschraeger's
go-to guy.
Now, see, about that...
CRISWELL: Marty,
I will give you a glowing report
like this CEO has never given. And I appreciate
the potential "glowjob," but I have another thought.
(clears throat)
Now, Carl, when you announce your gubernatorial run,
I'm sure you would love to not only look like a guy who didn't support
this whole "ghetto loans" thing,
but also as someone who took a proactive part
in supporting black-owned businesses.
Yeah, but I-I-I do. Yes, of course.
No, no, no, no--
I do. Well, Carl, I mean...
really supporting black-owned businesses...
like mine.
(wry laugh) But Galweather is not... Not Galweather.
Kaan & Associates.
Oh!
Okay.
Kaan & Associates...
Oh, my God, this fucknut
might be the leader of the Free World someday.
My new consultancy,
Carl.
My new company.
You could be
my first big client.
Maybe even a key investor.
Mr. Criswell, I think what Marty is getting at...
I know what Marty is getting at, Ms. Reed.
And I think we might be able to find
some mutually beneficial ground here.
Well, there he is.
(both laugh)
I knew you'd show up. Welcome.
Marty, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your support during
this confusing time. And to think
that some people might see Carl Criswell
as a proponent of ghetto loans,
or even...
a racist.
Oh, my God.
Can you imagine?
This is going to be such a wonderful partnership.
With Marty Kaan at the helm,
this thing's gonna work like a dream.
Actually, Criswell is technically not accountable
for the mortgage policy.
Yeah. Buried deep
in his contracts, there's a teeny-tiny clause about his participation
in the company being strictly advisory.
He is... not responsible
in any fiduciary or legal capacities.
MARTY: Do we have a fall guy?
You mean beside Criswell?
Executive VP Henry Hughes; he's the paper trail.
Wow. Is he a friend of yours?
No one's a friend of mine but the client.
You're like me, but with extra mean sauce.
Okay, so, uh, make sure he's not at the press conference,
but that we have a couple unflattering images of him.
(laughs)
He'll take some heat for a few weeks,
but then you guys will just parachute him
right out of there, right?
Already on it.
(door closes)
What?
You realize what you're about to do.
What am I about to do?
You have been down some.
This just feels... What am I about to do?
Excuse me.
I was there last night, okay?
I saw how you... Hit the ground running?
Huh?
One of the most competitive sectors in the world?
In a time of economic instability?
All while black?
That what you meant?
Wow. Yeah, I guess that's what I meant.
Yeah.
That's what I thought.
So, naturally, when my friend and colleague,
Marty Kaan, brought these...
inconsistencies to light,
we saw this as an opportunity
to bring about some real change here at U.S. National.
So I'm gonna hand it over to the real expert here,
Marty Kaan.
MARTY: Thank you, Carl. Thank you so much.
Um...
"Opportunity"-- that...
that's a perfect word for it.
So let me speak to you a second about opportunity,
opportunity and Carl Criswell.
Uh... I happen to have the great pleasure
of counting myself among Carl's friends,
and let me tell you that this is a man
who is not only a great leader and a...
a brilliant CEO,
but he is also someone who has his finger
squarely on the pulse
of gender, economic,
and racial equality.
His business not only lives by a mandate of equal opportunity,
but he also puts his own money directly where his mouth is
by investing in African-American owned businesses.
This is America.
Because that is America.
This is what we do.
That is what we do.
We show who we are, not by our...
We show what our principles and ethics are, not by our words...
...not by our words...
...but by our actions.
Not with our rhetoric but with our wallets.
S...
(clears throat)
So while Carl... Criswell was not a...
...an active...
So while Carl Criswell
was not an active participant
in this reverse redlining process
and was...
busy... uh...
busy, uh...
uh, pursuing far more...
far more noble business pursuits...
...he is nevertheless, once again,
going to put his mouth where his money... his...
his money where his mouth is
and write down these loans...
...administered by a rogue operator,
who will be vigorously prosecuted.
How can I say this with confidence?
I can this with utmost confidence because Carl Criswell
gave me his word...
...and as all of us can attest, and the African-American...
(weak laugh)
...community can attest to,
Carl Criswell's word... ...Carl's word...
...is his bond. ...is his bond.
CRISWELL: Aw.
Thanks, buddy. Thank you.
(reporters clamoring) Thank you very much.
REPORTER: Are you writing down all loans, sir?
CLYDE: So, he took it off the site?
Too many negative comments about the penis apparently.
I made one of those negative comments.
I'm having nightmares. It was disgusting.
Terrifying. And also...
probably had something to do with the fact
that I might have been 17 at the time.
(gibbering) Oh. That changes things.
Whoops. CLYDE: So basically--
just so we know-- Yeah.
if you hadn't shown us, we probably never would've seen it.
Apparently not, no. Correct.
Apparently not. That's not such a bad thing.
I, for one, feel closer to you, Jeannie,
for having seen it. I think we all do. Right, Marty?
MARTY: Yeah. Goth Jeannie. I like her.
Was that anything like when you guys had sex?
How many piercings does that cock have? Totally. Yeah.
Yeah. No.
Not telling us...
(sighs)
You got your money, huh?
Kaan & Associates.
What? You got your money.
Oh. Yeah. First piece. Yeah.
They... Well, they say that's the hardest. (chuckles)
They lie.
Marty, I'm worried about you.
You're worried about me? Mm-hmm.
Are you serious?
Hey...
I'm king of the fucking world, what are you...
why are you worried about me?
Don't be worried.
I know you're not gonna want to listen
to anything I have to say about this...
It's not gonna stop you from talking, I'm...
you can't do pretty sure.
what you did today...
...and walk out of there
like there's nothing Did it.
I did it.
I'm still walking.
Not more than a few times, anyway.
I'm the big cat, Jeannie.
I got nine lives. At least.
Don't worry about it.
MALCOLM: See, Pop, if I was stronger, like my namesake,
I would be out there every minute of every day.
I'd be on goddamn fire with my message,
instead of hanging out in Bourgie-ville with y'all.
Mm. No man can be on it every minute.
Well, I hold myself to a high standard. Mm-hmm.
JEREMIAH: Even your namesake...
Mm! Pop, wasn't that vigilant.
don't do it. Aw, Pop, don't do it.
Don't you... start comparing me to the big man.
Well... (chuckles)
Malcolm X Shabazz, I am not.
Mm-mm. I disagree. (chuckles)
I think you're exactly like Malcolm X.
Really? Yeah.
Um...
except for charisma,
having faced any real adversity and...
I'm forgetting something, what else is in there?
Oh, yeah, talent. Talent. Marty, Marty, Marty,
he wasn't even talking to you. Stop it.
Talent. No, it's all right.
It's okay, Pop. It's cool.
You see, Squirrel just can't believe
the Great and Powerful Oz
forgot to give him a goddamn soul.
Oh... Oh, so you consider "soul" spouting pseudo-radical
bullshit for six hours a day
in between little sorties raiding my wine cellar.
(coughs, laughs) You hear that?
He called that shit a wine cellar.
Ain't even got a decent Bordeaux up in this bitch.
Bunch of off-brand Oregon Pinots.
Negro, please. Well, you know,
I'm getting ready to make a run, so if you want
to make a list, stuff I could pick up
and then... Shove it up my ass.
Stick it right up your ass. Okay, yeah.
Okay, yeah. I-I can read you, you know that?
Oh, stop it. I'm just saying, Pop. You ca... you can't...
Stop it. (stammers) He started it. He always starts it.
JEREMIAH: Will you be cool? The price is right.
MALCOLM: (stammers) You and I are drinking, man.
You supposed to be on my side.
(vehicles passing, horn honking, helicopter whirring)
(sounds stop)
(Sonny Terry's "Fox Chase" playing)
(train clattering)
(police siren chirps)
MAN (over speaker): Stop. Attention, jogger. Please halt.
(car alarm beeping)
(tires screeching)
(siren chirping)
("Fox Chase" continues; officer's voice indistinct)
(distant, distorted): Take off the hood.
(distorted): Lose the hood!
("Fox Chase" fades, car horn blares)
What the fuck, man?
Lose the hood, sir!
What's going on, fellas? You got any I.D.?
No, I don't have any I.D. I've been jogging, man. You don't have any I.D.?
No, I don't have... I've been jogging. Put your hands above your head.
Are you fucking serious, man? Put your hands above your head now.
Such bullshit. Interlock your fingers.
They are interlocked. Smartass.
Spread your legs.
("Fox Chase" resumes) You got a weapon on you, huh?
Fuck you.
(grunting)
(Sonny Terry whooping)
(Sonny Terry howling, yipping)
(Marty groaning)
Fuck you!
(Sonny Terry's howling and whooping continue)
Fuck off!
SONNY TERRY: ♪ Ooh! Oh!
Whoo! We's a-caught him, too.
OFFICER (over radio): Charlie 12, we have a 148
in the vicinity of 6th and Fig.
WOMAN (over radio): I'm sorry. Repeat.
Charlie 12, we have a 148
in the vicinity of 6th and Fig-- do you copy?
Copy, Charlie 12.
SP is an African-American male, in 40s.
Repeat that. SP is an African-American male, 40s.
Copy that. Five-foot-eight, 155 pounds,
silver hoodie, black pants, no identification.
Code 3, request for medical assistance. 10-4.
Meow.