Previously on House of lies...
This was supposed to be a game-changer for me,
and he just does whatever the fuck he wants.
I know. Classic Marty, huh?
What do you want, Marty?
- We miss you at the new shop. - I really want to thank you,
julianne-- I am learning a tremendous amount from you.
- I enjoy mentoring. - It looks like
gil has been using a statistical
methodology that's been outmoded for years.
Good luck with that dod account. It's in your hands now.
Marty's ex-wife, she's 100% shithouse-fucking-rat-crazy.
Sic semper tyrannis!
Just fucking fire me, please. Just fucking get me out of here.
I am gonna keep you here for the re of your mediocre career!
Robert Tretorn, free range You are never
gonna find heirloom seaweed at that white-trash colossal foods.
How drunk are you? You take colossal foods,
I take free range.
It'll keep them on the hook
forever.
Oh, this is so good.
This is like a roller coaster, you know?
Like full throttle at magic Mountain or...
Oh, sooperdooperlooper at hersheypark. Fuck.
Oh, God, you're so fucking stupid.
Wait, why would you say that... Oh, shu... shh!
Shh! Shh! Shh. Oh. Oh.
Big day, Kitty cat. Mmm.
Do you want some coffee?
I have a coffee maker.
Somewhere.
Didn't you move in, like, seven months ago?
Yes, well, I'm not exactly hattie homemaker.
So I guess no fresh baked muffins either?
No. Sorry.
Hey, uh, what time is your meeting at colossal foods?
Uh, we land in Phoenix at noon, so...
By 1:00, Ted Lasky will think
that converting a fleet of stores
into a healthy- living brand
was his idea. Wow.
You always been this fucking cocky?
I just hope you can pull it off on your end.
Because rumor on the street is that you've lost a step.
And I'm imagining this rumor was started by...
Somebody had to.
Voila.
Coffee maker. Yeah.
Do you have any coffee?
No, I do not. No, you do not.
Doesn't matter. I'll pick some up from free range.
Robert tretorn, on his latest jaunt into the amazonian
rain forest, has discovered a bean that will make you question
everything you ever thought about hot beverages.
Why do I get the feeling you're gonna love
ruining Tretorn's day?
'Cause I'm gonna love ruining.
Tretorn's day.
Come on!
An existential threat to his...
Pretentious baby?
Oh, God. Gonna be like...
Christmas fucking morning.
Yeah. And a, uh, full frontal attack from colossal,
with a deep pocket like that, is gonna send him scrambling.
I know. It's gonna be a beautiful thing. Mm-hmm.
Cleanup on aisle five,
six, seven.
You gonna open the door or...?
Yes, I'm gonna get the door.
You can just... Help yourself
to... anything.
Hey. Sorry. I left my, uh... Hi.
Yep. Oh, there it is.
What up? Hey, what's up, bro? What's going down?
How you doing, man? He came straight from softball
last night, so...
I'm a catcher.
You don't say.
Yeah. All right, you know what?
I should get going. Duty calls, so...
All right. Hey, stay awesome.
Please?
Don't leave him hanging. Pound it out.
Thank you. All right.
Bye. Okay. Mm.
Oh, I think he might be the one,
Jeannie. Right, because every girl
you've ever fucked is a theoretical physicist.
So, he's a catcher.
Now, what position does he play on the softball team? Oh, no.
You do not get to have the Jeannie-with-a-strap-on fantasy.
Sorry, Marty, you had your chance-- you blew it.
Yeah, uh, look,
I know we never had a real conversation
about anything that... you know what? I have so much to do
before I get on this flight.
Yep. I got to get Roscoe to school.
Tell me you're not gonna fuck me over on this.
Are you kidding me?
Jeannie, come on. What...
Whatever you think about me, why would I do that?
From a purely financial standpoint.
Jeannie, this is gonna be huge for both of us, okay?
My brand-new company gets a steady cash infusion,
and you get to waltz right back into Galweather
as a conquering hero.
I already have julianne pirouetting
like a ballerina in a music box.
This is a win, Marty, but I certainly don't need it.
So why are you doing it?
Maybe I'm gonna fuck you over.
Yeah. Maybe.
My office. Oh, Jeannie.
I couldn't sleep last night.
And normally I'm an amazing sleeper,
but last night, I was, like, mwah, you know?
I mean, I was just raised with certain values.
You get what I'm saying. I mean, I think
our childhoods are pretty similar, actually.
Our families lived paycheck to paycheck.
Christmas was a homemade scarf and an extra slice of ham.
And while the rich kids were off skiing and horseback riding,
we were developing strong moral character.
I mean, we're not saints, Jeannie,
but we're what my aunt Helen would call good people.
Benita, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
The work we're doing.
For the defense department.
: Why are you whispering? Because I think
we've crossed some legal and ethical boundaries.
When we first started,
I was focused on the statistical models.
But now, seeing the breadth of the data mining,
it goes well beyond what the FISA court
deemed constitutional. Okay, I'm getting every other word,
so if you could just condense what you... I'm sorry. You have justeen
such an amazing mentor. What? She's not your mentor.
And I am on the horns of a real dilemma.
I mean, I consider myself a patriot.
I love my country. I love my country.
And, I mean, I definitely wouldn't want for there
to be another 911.
What? Who calls it 911?
It's 9/11. A lot of people died that day, Doug.
Does it really matter what we call it?
Hey. A guy who once dated my aunt
worked at cantor Fitzgerald, so don't you... no. Okay. All right.
Don't you dare give me the high hat. It's okay. No...
Well, now you said "give me the high hat."
He brings it out in me. I don't mean to.
Oh, yeah. Doug, I wish so much for us to be friends.
That's the bird. He just flipped me the bird, Jeannie.
Really, Doug? Really? Yeah.
Telling stories. Jeannie... excuse me.
Can I help you with something?
No.
I'm good.
Hmm.
Hi.
Okay. Yeah.
It's privacy violations up the wazoo.
Come on. And it's not just illegal, it's wrong.
And I'm not just saying this. I mean, even us good girls
have our moments, too-- look, I'm-I'm not ashamed to admit
I may have sent a topless selfie or two in my day.
Ugh.
And I wouldn't be opposed to letting the government
have a peek if I thought it would aid national security.
: If these silver dollars could thwart
the international terrorist effort,
God bless you. Otherwise, I say,
"eyes to yourself, federal agents.
Unless you're cute and drive a nice car.
Jeannie, they need you
in the conference room.
Um...
Did they say why?
Beautiful day, isn't it, darlin'?
It's okay.
Sir...
Gil, my man.
Good to see you again. You, too, you big bear.
It is good to be here.
Hey, Jeannie.
Why don't you...
Find a seat.
I'm back!
I can't believe we're at fucking.
Monica's house. Feel like we're errand boys
while she's off doing her morning ablutions, man.
This is a fucking shit show.
Life's a fucking shit show.
Aw, thank you so much, r-rated Charlie brown.
I'm happy you're here.
I'm not Charlie brown. You're exactly
Charlie brown, except for that cute little red-haired girl
just plunged a knife into Lucy's thigh
and you're acting like it's business as usual.
This should've been a call to revolution.
Should've been the stab heard 'round the world.
You can't hear a stab. It's a fucking metaphor. Of course you can't hear a stab.
You look like shit.
Not get any sleep last night?
Fuck sleep. You know what we should be doing?
We should be tanking shit.
You're not serious. If we do it subtle,
if we miss a number here or there, if we do it right now,
we can pull it off. Absolutely. If we all work together, you are serious.
If we all rise up at the same time, we can take her down.
I guarantee we can take her down.
Monica's our boss. Crazy powerful,
and I mean that not in the sense of "very powerful,"
which she is, but literally bat-shit out of her mind.
Let me plug that data
in here.
Oh. It says, "good luck working again, dumb-ass."
You're fucking useless.
You're trapped by a lion.
You don't say, "fuck you, lion."
You play dead and pray to God it doesn't eat you.
When have you ever been around a lion in your life? Sir Clyde.
I thought that was you in here. Look at this.
Little Marty. Or should I say way-bigger-than-Marty
little Marty? What's good, man?
Nothing much. You know, I am sing someone.
Oh, you're seeing someone. You know, I was actually
getting something started with a woman myself,
but she ended up stabbing your mom.
It's always something, right?
Right.
Oh, hey, dad.
Hey, man. Go get your stuff. All right.
Didn't expect to see you.
Well, when your fucking wife has been...
Yeah. I thought you would've been somewhere
lost in an eight-ball on kinsley's dime.
Maybe I could be recuperating properly
if you hadn't fucked me with colossal foods.
Fuck that.
These goddamn millennials, right? I mean,
back in my day, when you shivved your crazy-ass boss,
you went for a vital organ
and you twisted that fucker. You didn't... the thigh?
Not the thigh. What is that?
Mmm. Uh...
You would miss me if I was dead,
huh?
Ready, dad. Bye, mom.
Later, Clyde. Bye, baby. Mwah.
Bye, Roscoe.
For real? Oh, my God. Excuse me.
I don't even feel anything.
It's crazy.
There'll be some restructuring,
of course, as we, you know, integrate the...
New faces with the old ones. There'll be
some shifting of responsibilities
and some shuffling of offices.
But you know what? All that can wait for another day.
Today is about celebration, as we triumph in this company's
return to its glory days.
To Galweather stearn, the way
that God intended it.
Hear, hear. Hear, hear.
Now go forth and jihad!
Oh, Jeannie.
Uh, Jeannie, Jeannie, hey.
Can I have a word?
You know, for most of the last year and a half, I've been a...
A goddamn pariah.
My friends, they wouldn't even be seen with me,
let alone, you know, hire me.
I had to sell my vineyard.
Did you know that?
My lawyers tell me
I can't even fire
the stupid little cunt that made all this happen.
I... can I just say one thing?
Mm-hmm. These friends that couldn't hang
with your dehumanization of--
what was the final number-- 16 women?--
maybe they weren't your real friends to begin with. Look, you know what?
Don't feed me that coercion bullshit.
I didn't hold a gun to any of your heads.
You wanted to.
Oh, God, yes. The too-tight shirts,
the thick, fetid breath,
the snow white bush,
we all just had to have it.
I mean, what girl doesn't dream of blowing Santa claus?
Hmm.
I liked fucking you.
But I'm gonna...
Really...
Like fucking you.
I have a plane to catch.
Colossal foods.
Oh, right.
Well, go make Santa a shitload of money.
How did this happen?
You think gil reached out?
I don't know. Maybe.
I mean, even so,
the rainmaker? That doesn't make any sense.
It makes perfect sense, Doug.
How?
You know how a-a, a football team
will go through a rebuilding phase?
No, not... A basketball team?
Not really. A baseball team?
I don't get that game.
Any team? I'm more of a squash guy.
Yeah. I can get into squash. Or crew.
Does the... does the analogy fit... teams...
Sometimes try to change the ethos of the locker room
by going to a youth movement or bringing in "character guys."
They lose a few too many games,
and the next season they open up their wallets
and they buy a bunch of all-stars.
The rainmaker and his cronies. Correct, Doug.
Okay. The rainmaker and his cronies.
All right, so what do we do?
I mean, apart from obviously killing it today at colossal.
Right?
I don't know.
Hey. Here's a thought.
What if I request a transfer to gil's pod?
He's close to the rainmaker. That way, I can keep my eyes
and ears out for you, make sure
there-there are no nasty surprises headed your way.
Wow, your loyalty is so impressive, Doug.
Okay. I was just... I get it. All right.
No jumping ship. Enough said. Yeah.
With you to the bitter end. Thank you.
I mean, unless you say otherwise... Doug.
Okay. It's fine.
So, I was just in the restroom. I got to thinking... gross.
Julianne was obviously
a political animal, very much the accommodator type, but maybe
this rainmaker person would be willing to play hardball
with the dod to get us into compliance with federal law.
We do great work. The dod would not want to lose...
Shut up. Please, benita, just shut up
and do your job. Okay? Shut up.
Why is that such a difficult concept for you to grasp?
Huh? Do what you were hired to do. Why?
Mind your own business.
Now sit the fuck down.
Yeah.
Holy shit.
So, these rumblings,
are theyust rumblings or what? No, no, no.
Ted Lasky has fast-tracked his senior managers on this.
Colossal foods will have a new brand up and running
by early next year. They don't give a shit about the earth.
I give a shit about the earth. I know, I know.
I have made it my life's mission to protect the earth.
I don't think Ted Lasky even knows
that's the planet we're on. Look, don't worry about it, Robert, okay?
We got you.
Colossal is a free market succubus
with a slavish devotion to the bottom line.
Mm-hmm. And this guy's $40 million in salary last year
is just the earth's way of saying thank you.
No, this experiment of theirs is gonna go up in flames.
They have no feel for organics.
There's no artistry there.
No, let 'em burn.
We're gonna keep doing what we're doing,
and we're gonna dance on their ashes. Whoa. Wait-wait a minute.
Uh, Robert, now, clearly they're philistines. Yeah.
They're pretenders.
That's right. Ted Lasky
wouldn't know a goji Berry from a dingle Berry.
But... do not help me.
But the people are gonna see a brand-spanking-new store
at the end of their street. It's gonna be called,
I don't know, fresh and organic or golden meadows
or whatever the fuck their high-priced market testers
spit out of their word-combining algorithm.
The design of the store,
the signage-- it will look like free range foods.
And they're gonna set their prices just a little bit lower
than yours, and they're gonna keep 'em there
until the only fresh produce you have in the store's gonna be
that tumbleweed rolling down the aisle where the frozen food
used to be. Nah, the consumer's smarter than that.
Come on. What?
They're gonna see through it?
Yeah. Come on.
Are you kidding me, Robert?
Fucking sheeple?
Come on... Americans-- fucking everywhere-icans,
they're gonna go for the lowest common denominator every time.
You know that.
Listen, when you started this company,
you took the people by the hand. Yeah.
That's right. You introduced them to quinoa
and-and kombucha and twig tea. Yeah.
You opened their eyes.
The revolution isn't over, baby.
Let us help you.
Okay? Because better still matters.
Let's give it a shot.
Okay.
Where the fuck are they?! That's it.
Which one of you stole my fucking drugs?
Huh? That's professional.
Huh? I know it was one of you.
Turn your pockets inside out. I want to see oh, my God.
What is inside your pockets. Hey, crazy lady,
nobody stole your fucking drugs, all right?
Is it possible that maybe
you just forgot where you put them?
Now.
Open up your pockets.
Really?
Are you seriously taking your pockets?
That's it.
I'm done. You're fucking insane,
okay? I'm out. Have a good life. Hmm.
You should probably wait for an actual offer from booz
before you quit this job.
Yep. I know about your interview,
and I think that they're gonna hire somebody else.
Call it a hunch.
You will learn to love me.
Or not. Either way,
you're mine forever!
Where the fuck are my drugs?!
Will, you are making my scone uncomfortable.
Those brown bits, are they bacon?
I skipped breakfast or I'd give it to you.
I wasn't asking. It's cool.
The orange on top though, that's cheddar?
Cheddar. Mmm. Cheddar. Yes,
it compliments... All right, kiddies,
what do we got? Talk to me. All right, free range should threaten
to drop their small providers if they sell to the new entity.
Yeah. We wrap our fingers around all their
scrawny little necks.
And just squeeze.
Yeah. Um... anything?
We identify where colossal intends to convert stores
and build new free ranges
in those areas. Wow.
Wait. Question:
How much longer do you think it would take
to find a new location,
purchase it, build a store,
as opposed to just, you know,
converting an existing supermarket?
A lot longer. Uh...
A fuck of a lot longer. Okay? That's one point
for will. One point for Jeffrey, not because
you added anything of any value, really,
but just because, you know,
you legitimately scare the fuck out of me.
And one big ol' giant, organic, cage-free goose egg
for the cutie from Connecticut.
If you're not gonna eat that, I will take it.
You idiot!
You fucking moron! Hold it. What's the problem?
Colossal isn't doing a brand conversion.
They are wrapping us in a goddamn
bear hug!
Holy fucking... a bear hug?
Okay, kiddies,
a bear hug is a hostile takeover bid
in which a big scary fucking company...
makes an offer for a smaller company...
that far exceeds that company's value.
Now, the little guy has a fiduciary obligation
to take care of shareholder interests,
and with so many of these things floating in the air...
the little guy has no choice
but to accept the deal.
At which point
the big ol' scary bear,
his tummy full,
curls up for a nice winter's nap,
and the little guy...
What the fuck, Jeannie?
Huh?!
What... the... fuck?
Okay, just... Just take it easy, Robert.
All is not lost.
Let me make a phone call...
No, how about instead you eat my ass!
It is organic, right?
It's not the moment for that.
Oh...
Robert...
Oh, motherfucker!
That's a... Fuck!
Hi, you've reached Jeannie...
Hey...
Huh.
That's weird, I have two missed calls from Marty.
Why would he be calling me?
Oh, my God, maybe he heard about the rainmaker.
Jeannie, he could be offering us a lifeboat.
Or... he could be calling for social reasons.
I mean, I have dropped a few subtle hints over the years
that a get-together
outside of work could be intriguing.
Do you think it's possible
he's finally responding? I don't know, Doug.
Why don't you ask him yourself?
Whatever the question is,
the answer is "yes."
Doug... God, you look good. It's good to see you.
That was... Doug, um...
Marty and I need a minute, okay?
Why don't you go buy yourself a soda?
Uh... I'm not an eight-year-old,
Jeannie.
We'll talk later.
Come on.
You should hold up a sign with my name on it.
I almost walked right past you.
How was Phoenix?
Cold. I mean, I understand it's January,
but still, you figure it's Phoenix... cut the shit, Jeannie.
Hostile takeover?
That's how we're doing it now?
You fucking kidding me?
When I said the words "bear hug" to Ted Lasky,
it gave him a huge business boner.
He hates your guy.
Yeah, well, he's not my guy anymore.
I figured as much.
Ted Lasky, on the other hand...
He thinks I am a fucking God,
and not one of the minor gods, either.
A serious deity.
Athena was a big one, right?
You know what? Fuck you, Jeannie.
You and the rainmaker deserve each other.
Language.
God, what's your new pod, a bunch of sailors?
My point-- if you'll let me finish, Marty--
is that Ted Lasky
would follow me to hell.
Or even Kaan & associates.
You know, you might've led with that.
I like watching you squirm.
I've kept an office open for you, so...
That's kind of pathetic.
Well, you're filling it,
so let's just say it was forward-thinking.
Yeah. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
I have terms. I know.
You were grossly underpaid at Galweather stearn...
I'm not looking for a giant payday.
Okay.
I want what you have.
I want parity.
You want the same equity in the firm as me?
Oh!
Good, you know what parity is.
I had someone check into your books.
Congratulations, Marty.
You are pulling in a considerable amount
in fees.
Very impressive top line for a baby startup.
Thank you.
But you still are a tiny, baby startup,
and I know you're shelling out a fortune
to give that place the shine you need
to sell success.
Losing free range will be devastating.
You'd have to make significant layoffs,
or dig deep in your pockets to keep the firm afloat,
and colossal would more than offset that loss.
But... that's not why
you should give me the keys to the candy shop.
You left your flank open.
I could've gutted you.
I did gut you.
Colossal and its $30 million in fees aside,
you need someone at that firm
who will have their eyes open when you don't.
Wow.
Shark Jeannie has teeth.
Is that a yes?
Well, if she has to ask,
maybe shark Jeannie's just little minnow Jeannie.
Good.
Come on, let's go celebrate.
There's a quiznos in terminal...
I just want to be clear, Marty....
that this is a business decision.
Purely.
While our interests coincide at the moment,
I will not hesitate to throw you under the bus
if it serves me in the future.
So no toasted subs?
Oh.
Heard about colossal foods. Big win.
Yeah.
You know what amuses me?
It's what I find goddamn hysterical, actually.
You think that this is gonna save you.
You are off colossal.
You are off dod.
You are off fuckin' everything.
I get it.
I have been...
a bad little girl,
and I just hope that there's some way
I can win back your trust.
Someday.
I'm sorry. Were we done?
Yeah.
Yeah...
Benita?
I want to apologize for what I said.
The changes around here just got me all out of sorts.
You don't have to...
I do. I do.
This business,
and the things we do,
and the people that we work with...
It's almost impossible
to get out of it unscathed.
It's certainly hardened me.
I don't want to give you a big head,
but I do see a little bit
of who I used to be in you.
Wow.
I wish I could get that...
Girl back.
She's still in there, Jeannie.
Look, the department of defense
is not gonna change the way they do business
just because we ask them to.
And knowing the rainmaker, he's not gonna ask.
Shit.
Let me see your phone.
Why?
Just...
Um...
My college roommate is a great girl.
You would love her.
She works at the New York times.
She's a reporter, and if you
tell her even half
of what you told me about the dod's
flagrant disregard for the U.S. constitution,
it... it would be front page.
But I...
I mean...
This could take down Galweather stearn.
They made their bed, benita.
Now, I know what I'm asking you to do
takes a whole mess of courage,
but for girls like us... I mean,
is there any other choice?
We are women of good character,
and if we lose sight of that...
God save our souls.
♪ I've been thrown off ♪
♪ since you twisted me get busted ♪
♪ I've been listening ♪
♪ to people that I've trusted ♪
♪ and I don't know ♪
♪ if I could believe you ♪
♪ believe you ♪
♪ I don't know ♪
Boom.
♪ Who says it ever is about ♪
♪ what came before you? ♪
♪ won't get obsessed with it and I get to ignore you? ♪
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