House of Lies (2012–2016): Season 4, Episode 12 - It's a Box Inside a Box Inside a Box, Dipsh*T - full transcript
Marty could make K&A a top firm if he can convince his employees to stay; Jeannie gives birth.
I wore this fake piece of shit
to a charity event.
Previously on House of Lies...
Enjoy your expulsion, asshole.
MARTY: 'Cause some big donor said
"boo," Roscoe became a pariah.
Then it was just everyone
feeling free to spew
whatever hateful shit
was inside of them.
So, the school, uh, sent over
the surveillance footage.
There's security footage?
He's got a hoodie on,
same brand that you wear.
Was shocked to learn
that a man such as yourself
would not only have
a baby out of wedlock,
but a gender-bending son.
You involved my son in this?
So, all I have to
do to get things
back on the right track is
start being your little bitch.
But you're already
my little bitch.
MARTY: It turns out
that Azhar Halabi was
in bed with Thomas Altshuler.
And guess who suppressed
that shit?
When we look back on the
formation of this company,
our first bouncing baby app,
we're gonna say, "Hey, you
remember when it all began?"
Word on the street was that you
were looking for a new position.
I'm going to offer it to you.
Huh.
When exactly are you due?
Three weeks from tomorrow.
(laughing):
Whoa.
She's almost here.
(screaming)
(whimpers)
(screaming)
♪ ♪
♪ A strongman from the carnival
was in my dreams last night ♪
♪ He had an acorn for a head
and he rode upon a bike ♪
♪ He said now listen to me,
in your dreams... ♪
GRANT: Are you kidding?
I can't believe
fucking Marty Kaan has
already torpedoed Galweather
and my company in his
upward fall to the top.
And now he's on...
♪ Six foot down,
don't pay no mind... ♪
(music stops)
Thanks, thanks.
Uh, hello.
Good evening, everybody.
Uh, sorry to interrupt
the festivities.
I just want to say
a couple words.
I see a lot of familiar faces
out there.
Uh, most of them drunk.
GRANT:
Hey, Marty Kaan!
Fuck you!
MAN: Oh.
Okay. (laughs)
Whoa, take it easy.
I mean, I know you guys are
pouring them pretty stiff
behind the bar there, but still.
Oh, yeah.
Right this second, I'm fucked.
I mean, triple-decker-
on-toast-points fucked.
Deeply, physically, emotionally
and spiritually fucked.
You see, my sugar mama,
Denna Altshuler,
has pulled out...
prematurely as it were--
leaving me in a state
of expansionus interruptus.
The bank says they will float me
and I stress this,
if all of these new companies
that we've taken over
will stay the course.
If I can go through
and one by one convince
each of these CEOs
whose companies
Denna raped and pillaged
to trust... me.
And I'm close.
I am so, so very close.
What would that mean
for the new Kaan and Associates?
Well, it would mean
that my balls,
already very healthy
in weight and girth,
would grow to heretofore
unrecorded tumescence.
If I can make this happen,
I will have one of the richest
management consultancies
on the planet.
Me.
Not Denna Altshuler.
Not some faceless consortium.
Me. Marty Kaan.
The guy with the big
fucking balls!
But right now?
It ain't looking too good.
(crowd gasping, murmurs)
(exclaiming)
DOUG:
Oh, hey, Denna.
Uh, we're about to get
a very important call
about our app. We haven't
even launched yet and...
Fuck off.
Okay.
Oh! (laughs)
(phone ringing)
I'm dumping K and A.
Okay.
No, dumping's too personal a word.
It sounds like I have
some emotional investment
or something.
So, let's try this.
I am withdrawing my financial
and strategic support
of K and A.
That was better. Okay.
I'm totally fine taking
a $20 million hit
in order to never have
to speak to you again.
Yet, you had your driver
drop you off downstairs
so that you could come all
the way up here and say
that in person?
I don't know.
Sounds a little girly to me.
Am I hurt in a girly way?
Actually, I'm surprised
by it, but yeah.
I am a little hurt.
Yeah.
So, I ask myself
why? I mean,
what is this feeling?
And I realize it's
a very young feeling.
It's a feeling I haven't had
since my high school
boyfriend dumped me.
Oh, boy, this is gonna long.
Could take forever.
Why is that?
Was this a great love?
Was this the one that got away?
Were we in some amazing
swirl of romance?
Fuck no.
No.
I'm having this very young
feeling because you...
are a child.
And I am getting as far away
from you as possible.
You used my son as a pawn
in your little bullshit
chess game.
Fuck you, Denna.
What, you thought I wasn't
gonna return fire?
I think you put the gun
to your own head.... as usual.
That's gonna be fun to watch.
Thank you.
Any second now. All right?
Doug, calm down.
I don't... Oh, hey, Denna!
Uh, we're about to get a very
important call on our app.
We haven't even launched...
Fuck off.
Oh! (laughs)
(phone ringing)
Ooh! Oh.
Uh...
Oberholt. Yeah, I'll hold.
Oh, my God. Come on, come on, come on.
Hey.
Get the fuck out of here.
What's he saying?
Put it on speaker.
Okay.
I can't hear. Put it on speaker.
Okay, okay. Shh...
Okay.
So, I guess it wasn't bullshit.
Oh, my God.
There is very strong interest
in our app
from Google.
They're gonna make
an offer today.
Oh! (laughs)
Whoa.
Oh, my God!
Okay, calm down!
Just calm down, just calm down!
You're yelling!
I'm not!
Yes, you are! Listen...
You are!
I'm not. I'm very calm.
Oh, God.
Oh, good news.
Move, bitch.
I'm not even making eye contact.
But, hey, it just happened!
That call I was
talking about, so...
I mean, dreams do come true.
- We can celebrate at the relaunch party
tonight. - Absolutely.
If there's something
to celebrate!
Don't get too excited.
Well, hey,
can I, uh, say something?
I know that Kelsey and I are
no longer, um... well,
you don't have to spell it out.
We know, so don't.
We're not having sex anymore.
Don't, don't, don't!
But I thought
since I don't have
a date tonight,
and Clyde's still in mourning
after he killed his dad,
and we might be celebrating
the acquisition of our company,
perhaps we could...
I don't need
to spell it out...
Have sex again.
I'm not hearing a no.
No, Doug.
No. Nope.
No. No.
Well, think about it.
Kiddies?
My office.
Yeah.
Not you, Miley Cyrus.
Okay.
(clears his throat)
Denna is 100% pulling out.
Huh.
Okay?
So, we got to lock down
these big swinging dicks
that came over in this
acquisition or K and A is
dead in the fucking water.
Grab some cushion.
Clyde?
Yeah?
I'm gonna need you
to get letters of intent
from Craig Smith
and Hannah Choi.
I'm on it.
Okay, Doug?
Work on Tim Brockner,
Mike Jenson.
Mm-hmm.
I've got Jeannie headed
straight out to breakfast
with Rachel Hoffman.
Okay.
And what about Grant Stevens?
Yeah, I'll deal
with that fucknut.
Hmm, wow! Huh.
I love when you
just fucking mumble
when you want somebody
to ask you a ques... What?
Well, in a very
interesting twist...
Yeah, yeah, draw it out.
Clyde and I might
be in a position to help godfather
No, no, no.
the new K and A.
Do you want to tell him, Clyde,
or should I?
Nope, I'm gonna tell him.
Oh, that's no fair.
No, how about you shut the fuck up?
There's nothing to tell. He's...
Yeah, okay.
Yes!
Okay, okay! Yeah.
I probably shouldn't have said...
Jesus, ladies!
Show me your titties.
Our GPS-based doctor
house call app is selling
to a little company
you may have heard of
called Google.
Selling to Google?
Yeah, and as I look
at the comps here,
the low end is in the
vicinity of $400 million.
And the upper end-- and not
at all out of the question--
is a little closer to...
a billion dollars!
We're not making a billion dollars.
We're making a billion dollars!
We are not... Doug, we're not
making a billion dollars!
I'm looking at it!
Oh, my God!
So, you guys could
just single-handedly
finance K and A?
That's exac.. I mean, I'd have
(phone ringing)
to talk to my partner, but yeah.
Well, talk to your
fucking partner.
But I am still gonna
treat you guys like shit.
Wouldn't have it any other way.
Well, then we're definitely in.
Ah!
Are you guys gonna make out?
Get the fuck out of my office!
Okay. Hey, ow!
Hey, buddy.
(over headphones): ♪ Porn star, porn star ♪
MARTY (muffled): Hey, Roscoe.
♪ Let's make a movie,
make a movie ♪
♪ Then show it off,
show it off... ♪
Roscoe? Roscoe?
JEREMIAH: Roscoe!
Roscoe, your father's
speaking to you!
♪ I'm gonna make
you scream ooh! ♪
♪ We have sex, S-E... ♪
Hey.
Hey.
So, um...
school's probably gonna,
you know,
want to move this thing forward.
Okay.
They're probably gonna
try to kick you out.
Or... or worse.
So, when we get in there,
just let me do the talking.
I'll try to get you out of it.
Cool.
(laughs)
Do you know what "worse" means?
They may want to prosecute you
for a hate crime.
A'ight.
"A'ight"?
Roscoe? Roscoe?
(music continues muffled
through headphones)
What?
This isn't the person
that you are.
Now, do you get what
you did at all?
Yeah, I guess.
No, no, hey.
Wait, hold, hold, no, no, no.
No, you...
you have no goddamn idea
how you went out there and
poured more hate into the world.
No, Grandpa, I didn't put more
hate in the world because I...
Oh, oh, yes, you did!
Get over here!
Come here!
Take that shit out your ear!
(music stops)
You can't imagine
the-the kind of shit
that's out there in the world,
can you?
No, no, not the kind
that I'm talking about.
You know, people...
people are killing people
who look like you
because of the color
of your skin.
Because of the way you act,
the way you dress.
Because you wear
a fuckin' hoodie.
Pop.
Yeah, no, no, no, no.
He needs to know this.
He needs to hear this.
And you--
you take this sickness
and you've used it
for your own cynical gains.
Do you get that?
Roscoe,
you've made a mockery
out of everything
that people like you
have been suffering
through for hundreds of years.
Is any of this
getting through to you, boy?
Is any of this getting
through to you?!
God...
Yeah, it is, Grandpa.
I get it.
Okay?
I get it.
Yeah, I'll be there.
♪ ♪
(whooping)
Oh, that was awesome.
God, my panties are drenched.
Can you sign my titties?
Fuckin' asshole.
(laughs)
Good to see you, too, Grant.
Fuck you, Marty.
Well, okay.
Well, I, too,
am very happy that the sale
of your foundering,
low-level firm went through
and now you are safely sucking
at the triple-venti tits
of the new Kaan and Associates.
You're welcome, Grant.
My company was doing just fine
before the kill team from Global
came in and snatched us up.
Now, I'm hearing that
Denna Altshuler is backing out?
Oh...
So now what, Marty?
Am I triple-venti fucked?
Well, that depends.
No, no, no.
I got two kids in college
and one who just decided
she wants to be a fuckin'
professional dressage rider.
The fuck is that?
It's fuckin' horse ballet.
(laughing): Really?
Yeah. Yeah.
And do you know how much
a dressage horse costs, Marty?
A ballet-dancing horse?
I'm gonna imagine
it's pretty pricy.
It's $800,000.
Get the fuck out of here.
That's right.
And you come in,
hiding behind Global,
and gut my company
after you and Jeannie
blew up Galweather,
then you tell me
Grant...
you can't pay my nut? Fuck you.
Listen.
Fuck you, Marty.
Grant, listen, listen.
Do you really think,
just because Denna
Altshuler pulled out,
that I'm gonna, what,
fold up my tent
and call it a day?
Fuck no.
I already got
the financing in place.
And as soon as you sign
this letter of intent,
we are gonna kill it out there.
You can buy your daughter
two ballet-dancing fucking
horses with the bonus
you will make this year.
You know what?
While you're at it,
go out, get another
vintage Ferrari.
And what assurance do I have
that you can even bonus me out
at the end of the year?
Jesus Christ...
Come on, Marty.
You bought me out
in stock options.
If K and A folds,
they're worthless,
and then I'm just
another consultant
with his fucking dick
in his hand.
I'm not signing
that letter, Marty.
Grant...
I'm sorry.
I'm already looking.
(laughs)
Okay.
♪ Marty Kaan is a douche bag ♪
♪ He's just
a fuckin' douche bag ♪
♪ His mama named him
douche bag... ♪
(Grant laughing)
♪ Oh... ♪
I'm not signing
that piece of paper.
Fuck him!
'Cause for once in my life,
I have that motherfucker
by the balls!
Huh?
Balls!
Balls!
Took 'em out of my mouth.
The words.
But... Grant, hey, hi.
Mr. Stevens, uh,
I couldn't help
talking...
Holy shit.
What?
Guggenheim.
Yeah.
Oh!
Oh.
Oh! Oh, I didn't...
Yes.
realize we were that close.
Sure!
Okay.
Hey, Grant!
Hey...
You're super-drunk.
MARTY: Thanks, thanks.
Oh, yeah, you've had a lot of beverages.
MARTY: Uh, hello.
Good evening, everybody.
Who's that?
It's nice to smell you.
I just want to say
a couple words.
I see a lot of familiar faces
out there.
Uh, most of them drunk.
GRANT: Hey,
Marty Kaan!
Fuck you!
MAN: Oh.
Whoa, take it easy.
I mean, I know you guys
are pouring them pretty stiff
behind the bar there,
but still.
(school bell ringing)
Roscoe.
MARTY: Principal Andrews.
We've got a real problem, here.
Uh-huh.
And what is it?
Well, without being
too explicit,
I think it's pretty clear
who the culprit is.
Is it?
Do you think it's really
"pretty clear," John?
Have a seat, Roscoe.
(quietly):
Dad?
Sit down.
I think what we need to do
is unpack this whole thing.
I mean, really...
really drill down.
Find out what
we're talking about.
Because I'm wondering...
are you willing
to do the due diligence
that it would take to prove
that Roscoe is the culprit?
Marty...
What?
We have video.
John, what you gonna do?
Get a forensics team in?
Find some fucking DNA?
Huh? Go the whole CSI route?
'Cause that's where
this whole thing is headed.
Correct?
Outside law enforcement.
Prosecution of a hate crime.
Trying Roscoe as an adult.
What is that, 15 years?
I mean, John, how many
do you want to scare away?
500 tuition-paying
students?
A thousand?
I don't even want to get into
what starts happening
if my family gets litigious.
I mean, you've met
his mom, right?
You want to deal with that?
Something like this drags on
in the press
for months and years,
(bell ringing)
John.
Or...
Or...
...the whole thing dies
right now.
Right here.
Right in this room.
One coat of paint...
You'd be surprised
how easily people can forget.
(quietly):
Yeah.
You know...
I think we've all been
through enough.
MARTY:
And I, for one,
am relieved that we have come
to this understanding.
Dad...
Hey. Roscoe, just
hang on a second.
You're doing
the right thing, John.
No, Dad...
I... no.
I just... I...
I just want...
I don't need to be protected.
You need to be careful
right now, Roscoe.
"Be careful"?
Dad, I'm not gonna be careful.
I just... I don't want to lie.
I did a thing
because I was scared.
It was wrong.
And I think
the best thing I can do
just to end this,
is to stop hiding
and admit that that...
is me.
That's me.
So whatever you want to do,
whether that's you prosecute me
or you arrest me,
you should do it.
Because I'm not going to live
the rest of my life
as a liar,
to myself and to anyone else.
I'm not.
Okay.
(liquid splashing)
Oh, fuck me.
It's go time.
(exhales)
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, assholes.
A complete stranger
goes in on us.
Mm.
That's a hostile room.
Yeah.
Well, hostile takeovers can have that effect
on people.
You ever notice
how it doesn't feel as hostile
when you're the ones doing
the taking over?
There's a lot of people in there
that do not love us. Know why?
Fucking Grant Stevens.
Prick. He's poisoning the room.
And he still hasn't signed that
goddamn intent letter either,
but he's fucking gonna.
Excuse me.
No, no, no. Excuse me. We'll have all of those.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
As you were.
Ah...
(Marty burps)
Fuck, where's Jeannie?
We need Jeannie here, man.
It's the wholesome good looks.
They fool people.
She's taking a car. She will be here, okay?
DOUG (chuckles):
Good. "Taking a car."
(chuckles)
I'm not gonna ask you what.
(Clyde groans) Well, since you asked,
spreching of Uber...
Nobody was spreching
of Uber, Doug. Listen,
can you please stop talking in German?
Nein.
I can't. Nein.
Don't say "nein." That's German.
The reason I'm clutching my
phone and Bluetooth is because
any second we're gonna get
the offer on our app,
and then, Marty, my
friend, you can relax
because you will be
strolling down easy street.
Stroll... Don't stroll.
Not like that I won't.
Well, stroll however-however you stroll.
Wait, so...
we are investing in Kaan and
Associates with all of the money
we haven't yet made on the sale?
No.
No offense.
That a problem?
If... Well, if Marty will deal.
And I think he will.
Right, partner?
Douglas, you have to stop, okay?
What?
It... I think it's smart for us to diversify.
Yes, it is.
(phone ringing) Ooh. Oh. Oh, shit.
Okay, this could be them.
(exhales, clears throat)
Yes. Hello, this is
Doug Guggenheim.
How may I help you?
Why are you walking away?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah-huh.
Ooh, glasses.
Your glasses are stupid.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Uh, goggles, goggles, goggles.
You see what?
Sort of? Half a goggle.
A monocle.
Uh, half, half...
(quietly): It's Google. It's Google.
Why in the world are
we letting him take this call?
I really don't know.
Yes, yes, yes.
I'm authorized to negotiate.
Uh, I'm the numbers guy.
Great.
Okay.
What?
Uh-huh.
$40 million?
$400 million?
$400. That's...
Okay.
No fucking way.
Uh, yes,
that's very interesting.
Very interesting.
Uh... why does that
not sound right?
400. Oh, I know.
It's because I was pulling
a whole bunch of comps
with my peeps today,
and I think the low end
is a little closer
to $800 million.
Doug.
Oh, yeah. Does that shock you?
Well, and I think
you know it, too.
Oh, and while we're
in the vicinity,
why don't we just step on over
to a little place I like to call
Billion Dollar Town?
Oh, shit.
DOUG: That's right--
a billion dollars.
Holy shit.
He's laughing.
We're laughing together.
He's laughing.
Clyde. He's laughing.
DOUG: What do you mean?
DOUG: What do you mean?
What... Say that again.
$400,000?
(stammering):
I don't understand.
You said... you said...
you said 400.
Okay, you were...
you were mumbling.
You were mumbling, so we...
it's not-not entirely
on me, there. That's...
Ah... That is funny.
Stop-stop laughing
for-for-for a second.
Um... okay, well,
h-how about... how about this?
How about we just round it up
to an even $500,000?
Yeah, you go, Mark Zuckerberg.
DOUG: Okay, so you're not
gonna move on that 400?
One second while I...
So, mixed news.
Okay, so $400,000
is a decent margin.
I agree.
And I think the VCs will double down
on our next project.
Exactly.
It's a no-brainer.
A billion.
Who was talking about that?
Let me do it.
Give it. Great.
Okay, yeah, take it home.
I-I messed up a little bit.
DOUG (chuckling): $400,000.
I can't fucking believe it.
Hello?
Hey, do me a favor.
Take your $400,000 offer,
stuff it in one of
your autopiloted cars
and drive it off
a fucking cliff,
- because our app is off
the motherfucking market. - What?
No, it's not. It's...No, it's on the market.
Yes.
We'll do it for 200!
Okay, that was fucking hot.
I'm not gonna do it.
Okay, I'm not gonna
end up like my father
who, at the end of his life,
didn't have a goddamn thing
except for a fucking ugly
cat, an alienated son
and a sticky bun stuck
to the side of his face.
No, you know what?
This is what we're
gonna do, Kelsey.
We're going to launch this app
independently, and then we
are going to sell it
when it is undeniable.
Yeah.
That's what it is, right?
Yeah, I like that.
That's what we do. Yes.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Do you know what I mean?
Yeah, I like it. Yes.
Yes?
Okay.
No!
That could take years!
(groans)
'Cause that was really...
Hey, there.
How you do...?
What is the drug situation here?
Oh, we're gonna take
great care of you.
Okay.
Okay?
Bring me the man
with the needle.
Oh, he's on his way.
Okay?
Okay, I just want you
to breathe right now.
Just breathe.
Okay, you fucking breathe!
Okay, okay.
Okay, just relax. (groaning)
Just relax.
Give me the goddamn drugs!
Okay...
(Jeannie screams)
Oh!
Oh!
Oh, my...
(crowd gasping)
Oh, fuck.
Oh!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Holy shit.
Marty!
I didn't meant to hit him.
You didn't fucking mean to hit him?
I mean,
I hoped I would,
but I didn't mean
to hit him in the fucking head.
DOUG:
Jesus!
(crowd murmuring)
Okay. (chuckles)
Okay, you motherfucker.
Don't move.
Don't move, Grant.
All right.
Okay.
Just listen.
Everybody just fucking listen.
I'm through trying
to be a nice guy.
Okay? I'm not.
I'm not a nice person,
but I'm good
at what I fucking do.
I'm really, really good at it.
I know what I'm doing.
That's why I went out there
and got all you guys, right?
All your companies
so that we could, together,
be one bigger, better company.
'Cause I know, with you, we can
fucking crush it out there.
I'm gonna make you wealthy.
I'm gonna make you whole.
I will make you better.
But you have to, have to,
have to, have to stick with me.
Look, give me a year.
Can you do that?
Give me... give me one year.
Give me one year
to make you all fucking rich.
CRAIG:
You know what, I can.
I'm in.
WOMAN:
Yeah. Yeah, I'm in.
MAN:
I'm with you.
WOMAN:
I'm in.
MAN:
Yeah. Let's run with it.
(others murmuring in agreement)
I'm gonna come talk
to you, Grant.
WOMAN: You got it.
MAN: Yeah.
(indistinct crowd chatter)
(crowd gasps)
(band plays upbeat tune)
(indistinct crowd chatter)
Oh, shit.
I didn't mean to.
Holy fuck.
Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
♪ Drink the smoky frog
or Heady Topper in a can ♪
♪ If you got someone to grab ♪
♪ Then do it
every chance you can ♪
♪ Yes, yes, yes. ♪
(yelling)
Just wait!
Where do you want it, asshole?
Fucking wait!
Punch him in the fucking...
Marty, listen.
Fucking listen. Listen.
Just fucking listen, Marty.
Marty, guys, tattoo girl, okay?
I'm fucking sorry.
I had a little
too much to drink.
Okay, I just drank too much!
There it is.
And I fucked up!
All right. Fuck!
(engine revving)
Holy...
(clears throat)
Holy fuck.
(laughs)
That's a vintage 275.
Yeah, and a '62 Fender Strat,
you fucking shallow prick.
It's all for you.
Is that a fucking 'nough?
Sign this goddamn letter
of intent,
or spend the next
five years of your life
in fucking court
for attempted murder.
Your choice.
What do you want to do?
I'm signing.
No, I would fucking
sign it right now.
I'm s... Okay.
I would fucking sign it right now.
Okay.
Take the pen!
Help him, Doug.
Yeah.
Hurry up.
Sign it, asshole.
Fuck. Okay.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
The fuckin' car is mine?
(phone rings)
Yeah.
Fuckin' car is yours.
And now I'm gonna borrow it.
You're too fucking drunk
to drive anyway.
Can I at least keep the guitar?
Yeah. Get it.
(laughing)
(engine revving)
Fucking Marty!
(whooping)
Huh? (laughing)
(panting)
No fucking way.
I'm afraid so.
What happened?
Oh!
Oh, don't worry about that. No, no, no, no.
It's okay. I just took
one for the team.
Oh.
Yeah.
(sighs)
But, Marty... the party.
Oh, I rhymed.
Look at that.
You're a poet.
But I didn't know it.
(both laugh, Jeannie gasps)
(Jeannie yells)
Okay. Yup.
(crying):
No!
You're breaking my hand.
Aah!
Just trying
to get your huge-headed child
out my tiny vagina.
Oh, God.
Take it easy, bitch.
I need that.
(groaning and gasping)
Yeah?
(loud breathing)
Just breathe, breathe, breathe.
(groaning)
(exhales)
(exhaling):
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah. That's good.
(exhales)
Marty...
Hey, listen, listen.
I...
No, no, let me go first.
We did it.
(exhales)
The company.
We saved it.
We fuckin' own it, and
it's gonna be huge, and
you're gonna be
co-president of the...
I took the job...
at Davis/Dexter.
(soft groaning)
(sighing)
Yeah.
You had to.
It's too good to give up, right?
Well... oh, yeah.
Is it coming again?
Oh, yeah. Oh, no.
Okay, I'm gonna
take my hand away for this one.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm gonna take my hand...
No, no, no, no, no, no!
(whimpering)
Yup. Mm-hmm.
Hey.
What?
I love you.
(Jeannie screaming)
(baby cooing)
You want to hold her?
Yes.
(baby fussing)
Shh, shh. Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.
(laughs airily)
(sighs)
Oh.
Well, look at there.
My God.
Look at her.
She's beautiful.
Well, what are you
gonna name her?
♪ Shades of gray
would only disappear ♪
♪ We've no small emotions here ♪
♪ There are
no half measures here ♪
♪ In this world
where madness interferes ♪
♪ Anything less
it would seem insincere ♪
♪ But there are no
half measures here ♪
♪ Nah-nah, nah-nah ♪
♪ Nah-nah, dah-dah, ooh. ♪
to a charity event.
Previously on House of Lies...
Enjoy your expulsion, asshole.
MARTY: 'Cause some big donor said
"boo," Roscoe became a pariah.
Then it was just everyone
feeling free to spew
whatever hateful shit
was inside of them.
So, the school, uh, sent over
the surveillance footage.
There's security footage?
He's got a hoodie on,
same brand that you wear.
Was shocked to learn
that a man such as yourself
would not only have
a baby out of wedlock,
but a gender-bending son.
You involved my son in this?
So, all I have to
do to get things
back on the right track is
start being your little bitch.
But you're already
my little bitch.
MARTY: It turns out
that Azhar Halabi was
in bed with Thomas Altshuler.
And guess who suppressed
that shit?
When we look back on the
formation of this company,
our first bouncing baby app,
we're gonna say, "Hey, you
remember when it all began?"
Word on the street was that you
were looking for a new position.
I'm going to offer it to you.
Huh.
When exactly are you due?
Three weeks from tomorrow.
(laughing):
Whoa.
She's almost here.
(screaming)
(whimpers)
(screaming)
♪ ♪
♪ A strongman from the carnival
was in my dreams last night ♪
♪ He had an acorn for a head
and he rode upon a bike ♪
♪ He said now listen to me,
in your dreams... ♪
GRANT: Are you kidding?
I can't believe
fucking Marty Kaan has
already torpedoed Galweather
and my company in his
upward fall to the top.
And now he's on...
♪ Six foot down,
don't pay no mind... ♪
(music stops)
Thanks, thanks.
Uh, hello.
Good evening, everybody.
Uh, sorry to interrupt
the festivities.
I just want to say
a couple words.
I see a lot of familiar faces
out there.
Uh, most of them drunk.
GRANT:
Hey, Marty Kaan!
Fuck you!
MAN: Oh.
Okay. (laughs)
Whoa, take it easy.
I mean, I know you guys are
pouring them pretty stiff
behind the bar there, but still.
Oh, yeah.
Right this second, I'm fucked.
I mean, triple-decker-
on-toast-points fucked.
Deeply, physically, emotionally
and spiritually fucked.
You see, my sugar mama,
Denna Altshuler,
has pulled out...
prematurely as it were--
leaving me in a state
of expansionus interruptus.
The bank says they will float me
and I stress this,
if all of these new companies
that we've taken over
will stay the course.
If I can go through
and one by one convince
each of these CEOs
whose companies
Denna raped and pillaged
to trust... me.
And I'm close.
I am so, so very close.
What would that mean
for the new Kaan and Associates?
Well, it would mean
that my balls,
already very healthy
in weight and girth,
would grow to heretofore
unrecorded tumescence.
If I can make this happen,
I will have one of the richest
management consultancies
on the planet.
Me.
Not Denna Altshuler.
Not some faceless consortium.
Me. Marty Kaan.
The guy with the big
fucking balls!
But right now?
It ain't looking too good.
(crowd gasping, murmurs)
(exclaiming)
DOUG:
Oh, hey, Denna.
Uh, we're about to get
a very important call
about our app. We haven't
even launched yet and...
Fuck off.
Okay.
Oh! (laughs)
(phone ringing)
I'm dumping K and A.
Okay.
No, dumping's too personal a word.
It sounds like I have
some emotional investment
or something.
So, let's try this.
I am withdrawing my financial
and strategic support
of K and A.
That was better. Okay.
I'm totally fine taking
a $20 million hit
in order to never have
to speak to you again.
Yet, you had your driver
drop you off downstairs
so that you could come all
the way up here and say
that in person?
I don't know.
Sounds a little girly to me.
Am I hurt in a girly way?
Actually, I'm surprised
by it, but yeah.
I am a little hurt.
Yeah.
So, I ask myself
why? I mean,
what is this feeling?
And I realize it's
a very young feeling.
It's a feeling I haven't had
since my high school
boyfriend dumped me.
Oh, boy, this is gonna long.
Could take forever.
Why is that?
Was this a great love?
Was this the one that got away?
Were we in some amazing
swirl of romance?
Fuck no.
No.
I'm having this very young
feeling because you...
are a child.
And I am getting as far away
from you as possible.
You used my son as a pawn
in your little bullshit
chess game.
Fuck you, Denna.
What, you thought I wasn't
gonna return fire?
I think you put the gun
to your own head.... as usual.
That's gonna be fun to watch.
Thank you.
Any second now. All right?
Doug, calm down.
I don't... Oh, hey, Denna!
Uh, we're about to get a very
important call on our app.
We haven't even launched...
Fuck off.
Oh! (laughs)
(phone ringing)
Ooh! Oh.
Uh...
Oberholt. Yeah, I'll hold.
Oh, my God. Come on, come on, come on.
Hey.
Get the fuck out of here.
What's he saying?
Put it on speaker.
Okay.
I can't hear. Put it on speaker.
Okay, okay. Shh...
Okay.
So, I guess it wasn't bullshit.
Oh, my God.
There is very strong interest
in our app
from Google.
They're gonna make
an offer today.
Oh! (laughs)
Whoa.
Oh, my God!
Okay, calm down!
Just calm down, just calm down!
You're yelling!
I'm not!
Yes, you are! Listen...
You are!
I'm not. I'm very calm.
Oh, God.
Oh, good news.
Move, bitch.
I'm not even making eye contact.
But, hey, it just happened!
That call I was
talking about, so...
I mean, dreams do come true.
- We can celebrate at the relaunch party
tonight. - Absolutely.
If there's something
to celebrate!
Don't get too excited.
Well, hey,
can I, uh, say something?
I know that Kelsey and I are
no longer, um... well,
you don't have to spell it out.
We know, so don't.
We're not having sex anymore.
Don't, don't, don't!
But I thought
since I don't have
a date tonight,
and Clyde's still in mourning
after he killed his dad,
and we might be celebrating
the acquisition of our company,
perhaps we could...
I don't need
to spell it out...
Have sex again.
I'm not hearing a no.
No, Doug.
No. Nope.
No. No.
Well, think about it.
Kiddies?
My office.
Yeah.
Not you, Miley Cyrus.
Okay.
(clears his throat)
Denna is 100% pulling out.
Huh.
Okay?
So, we got to lock down
these big swinging dicks
that came over in this
acquisition or K and A is
dead in the fucking water.
Grab some cushion.
Clyde?
Yeah?
I'm gonna need you
to get letters of intent
from Craig Smith
and Hannah Choi.
I'm on it.
Okay, Doug?
Work on Tim Brockner,
Mike Jenson.
Mm-hmm.
I've got Jeannie headed
straight out to breakfast
with Rachel Hoffman.
Okay.
And what about Grant Stevens?
Yeah, I'll deal
with that fucknut.
Hmm, wow! Huh.
I love when you
just fucking mumble
when you want somebody
to ask you a ques... What?
Well, in a very
interesting twist...
Yeah, yeah, draw it out.
Clyde and I might
be in a position to help godfather
No, no, no.
the new K and A.
Do you want to tell him, Clyde,
or should I?
Nope, I'm gonna tell him.
Oh, that's no fair.
No, how about you shut the fuck up?
There's nothing to tell. He's...
Yeah, okay.
Yes!
Okay, okay! Yeah.
I probably shouldn't have said...
Jesus, ladies!
Show me your titties.
Our GPS-based doctor
house call app is selling
to a little company
you may have heard of
called Google.
Selling to Google?
Yeah, and as I look
at the comps here,
the low end is in the
vicinity of $400 million.
And the upper end-- and not
at all out of the question--
is a little closer to...
a billion dollars!
We're not making a billion dollars.
We're making a billion dollars!
We are not... Doug, we're not
making a billion dollars!
I'm looking at it!
Oh, my God!
So, you guys could
just single-handedly
finance K and A?
That's exac.. I mean, I'd have
(phone ringing)
to talk to my partner, but yeah.
Well, talk to your
fucking partner.
But I am still gonna
treat you guys like shit.
Wouldn't have it any other way.
Well, then we're definitely in.
Ah!
Are you guys gonna make out?
Get the fuck out of my office!
Okay. Hey, ow!
Hey, buddy.
(over headphones): ♪ Porn star, porn star ♪
MARTY (muffled): Hey, Roscoe.
♪ Let's make a movie,
make a movie ♪
♪ Then show it off,
show it off... ♪
Roscoe? Roscoe?
JEREMIAH: Roscoe!
Roscoe, your father's
speaking to you!
♪ I'm gonna make
you scream ooh! ♪
♪ We have sex, S-E... ♪
Hey.
Hey.
So, um...
school's probably gonna,
you know,
want to move this thing forward.
Okay.
They're probably gonna
try to kick you out.
Or... or worse.
So, when we get in there,
just let me do the talking.
I'll try to get you out of it.
Cool.
(laughs)
Do you know what "worse" means?
They may want to prosecute you
for a hate crime.
A'ight.
"A'ight"?
Roscoe? Roscoe?
(music continues muffled
through headphones)
What?
This isn't the person
that you are.
Now, do you get what
you did at all?
Yeah, I guess.
No, no, hey.
Wait, hold, hold, no, no, no.
No, you...
you have no goddamn idea
how you went out there and
poured more hate into the world.
No, Grandpa, I didn't put more
hate in the world because I...
Oh, oh, yes, you did!
Get over here!
Come here!
Take that shit out your ear!
(music stops)
You can't imagine
the-the kind of shit
that's out there in the world,
can you?
No, no, not the kind
that I'm talking about.
You know, people...
people are killing people
who look like you
because of the color
of your skin.
Because of the way you act,
the way you dress.
Because you wear
a fuckin' hoodie.
Pop.
Yeah, no, no, no, no.
He needs to know this.
He needs to hear this.
And you--
you take this sickness
and you've used it
for your own cynical gains.
Do you get that?
Roscoe,
you've made a mockery
out of everything
that people like you
have been suffering
through for hundreds of years.
Is any of this
getting through to you, boy?
Is any of this getting
through to you?!
God...
Yeah, it is, Grandpa.
I get it.
Okay?
I get it.
Yeah, I'll be there.
♪ ♪
(whooping)
Oh, that was awesome.
God, my panties are drenched.
Can you sign my titties?
Fuckin' asshole.
(laughs)
Good to see you, too, Grant.
Fuck you, Marty.
Well, okay.
Well, I, too,
am very happy that the sale
of your foundering,
low-level firm went through
and now you are safely sucking
at the triple-venti tits
of the new Kaan and Associates.
You're welcome, Grant.
My company was doing just fine
before the kill team from Global
came in and snatched us up.
Now, I'm hearing that
Denna Altshuler is backing out?
Oh...
So now what, Marty?
Am I triple-venti fucked?
Well, that depends.
No, no, no.
I got two kids in college
and one who just decided
she wants to be a fuckin'
professional dressage rider.
The fuck is that?
It's fuckin' horse ballet.
(laughing): Really?
Yeah. Yeah.
And do you know how much
a dressage horse costs, Marty?
A ballet-dancing horse?
I'm gonna imagine
it's pretty pricy.
It's $800,000.
Get the fuck out of here.
That's right.
And you come in,
hiding behind Global,
and gut my company
after you and Jeannie
blew up Galweather,
then you tell me
Grant...
you can't pay my nut? Fuck you.
Listen.
Fuck you, Marty.
Grant, listen, listen.
Do you really think,
just because Denna
Altshuler pulled out,
that I'm gonna, what,
fold up my tent
and call it a day?
Fuck no.
I already got
the financing in place.
And as soon as you sign
this letter of intent,
we are gonna kill it out there.
You can buy your daughter
two ballet-dancing fucking
horses with the bonus
you will make this year.
You know what?
While you're at it,
go out, get another
vintage Ferrari.
And what assurance do I have
that you can even bonus me out
at the end of the year?
Jesus Christ...
Come on, Marty.
You bought me out
in stock options.
If K and A folds,
they're worthless,
and then I'm just
another consultant
with his fucking dick
in his hand.
I'm not signing
that letter, Marty.
Grant...
I'm sorry.
I'm already looking.
(laughs)
Okay.
♪ Marty Kaan is a douche bag ♪
♪ He's just
a fuckin' douche bag ♪
♪ His mama named him
douche bag... ♪
(Grant laughing)
♪ Oh... ♪
I'm not signing
that piece of paper.
Fuck him!
'Cause for once in my life,
I have that motherfucker
by the balls!
Huh?
Balls!
Balls!
Took 'em out of my mouth.
The words.
But... Grant, hey, hi.
Mr. Stevens, uh,
I couldn't help
talking...
Holy shit.
What?
Guggenheim.
Yeah.
Oh!
Oh.
Oh! Oh, I didn't...
Yes.
realize we were that close.
Sure!
Okay.
Hey, Grant!
Hey...
You're super-drunk.
MARTY: Thanks, thanks.
Oh, yeah, you've had a lot of beverages.
MARTY: Uh, hello.
Good evening, everybody.
Who's that?
It's nice to smell you.
I just want to say
a couple words.
I see a lot of familiar faces
out there.
Uh, most of them drunk.
GRANT: Hey,
Marty Kaan!
Fuck you!
MAN: Oh.
Whoa, take it easy.
I mean, I know you guys
are pouring them pretty stiff
behind the bar there,
but still.
(school bell ringing)
Roscoe.
MARTY: Principal Andrews.
We've got a real problem, here.
Uh-huh.
And what is it?
Well, without being
too explicit,
I think it's pretty clear
who the culprit is.
Is it?
Do you think it's really
"pretty clear," John?
Have a seat, Roscoe.
(quietly):
Dad?
Sit down.
I think what we need to do
is unpack this whole thing.
I mean, really...
really drill down.
Find out what
we're talking about.
Because I'm wondering...
are you willing
to do the due diligence
that it would take to prove
that Roscoe is the culprit?
Marty...
What?
We have video.
John, what you gonna do?
Get a forensics team in?
Find some fucking DNA?
Huh? Go the whole CSI route?
'Cause that's where
this whole thing is headed.
Correct?
Outside law enforcement.
Prosecution of a hate crime.
Trying Roscoe as an adult.
What is that, 15 years?
I mean, John, how many
do you want to scare away?
500 tuition-paying
students?
A thousand?
I don't even want to get into
what starts happening
if my family gets litigious.
I mean, you've met
his mom, right?
You want to deal with that?
Something like this drags on
in the press
for months and years,
(bell ringing)
John.
Or...
Or...
...the whole thing dies
right now.
Right here.
Right in this room.
One coat of paint...
You'd be surprised
how easily people can forget.
(quietly):
Yeah.
You know...
I think we've all been
through enough.
MARTY:
And I, for one,
am relieved that we have come
to this understanding.
Dad...
Hey. Roscoe, just
hang on a second.
You're doing
the right thing, John.
No, Dad...
I... no.
I just... I...
I just want...
I don't need to be protected.
You need to be careful
right now, Roscoe.
"Be careful"?
Dad, I'm not gonna be careful.
I just... I don't want to lie.
I did a thing
because I was scared.
It was wrong.
And I think
the best thing I can do
just to end this,
is to stop hiding
and admit that that...
is me.
That's me.
So whatever you want to do,
whether that's you prosecute me
or you arrest me,
you should do it.
Because I'm not going to live
the rest of my life
as a liar,
to myself and to anyone else.
I'm not.
Okay.
(liquid splashing)
Oh, fuck me.
It's go time.
(exhales)
(indistinct chatter)
Hey, assholes.
A complete stranger
goes in on us.
Mm.
That's a hostile room.
Yeah.
Well, hostile takeovers can have that effect
on people.
You ever notice
how it doesn't feel as hostile
when you're the ones doing
the taking over?
There's a lot of people in there
that do not love us. Know why?
Fucking Grant Stevens.
Prick. He's poisoning the room.
And he still hasn't signed that
goddamn intent letter either,
but he's fucking gonna.
Excuse me.
No, no, no. Excuse me. We'll have all of those.
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
As you were.
Ah...
(Marty burps)
Fuck, where's Jeannie?
We need Jeannie here, man.
It's the wholesome good looks.
They fool people.
She's taking a car. She will be here, okay?
DOUG (chuckles):
Good. "Taking a car."
(chuckles)
I'm not gonna ask you what.
(Clyde groans) Well, since you asked,
spreching of Uber...
Nobody was spreching
of Uber, Doug. Listen,
can you please stop talking in German?
Nein.
I can't. Nein.
Don't say "nein." That's German.
The reason I'm clutching my
phone and Bluetooth is because
any second we're gonna get
the offer on our app,
and then, Marty, my
friend, you can relax
because you will be
strolling down easy street.
Stroll... Don't stroll.
Not like that I won't.
Well, stroll however-however you stroll.
Wait, so...
we are investing in Kaan and
Associates with all of the money
we haven't yet made on the sale?
No.
No offense.
That a problem?
If... Well, if Marty will deal.
And I think he will.
Right, partner?
Douglas, you have to stop, okay?
What?
It... I think it's smart for us to diversify.
Yes, it is.
(phone ringing) Ooh. Oh. Oh, shit.
Okay, this could be them.
(exhales, clears throat)
Yes. Hello, this is
Doug Guggenheim.
How may I help you?
Why are you walking away?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah-huh.
Ooh, glasses.
Your glasses are stupid.
Uh-huh. Yeah.
Uh, goggles, goggles, goggles.
You see what?
Sort of? Half a goggle.
A monocle.
Uh, half, half...
(quietly): It's Google. It's Google.
Why in the world are
we letting him take this call?
I really don't know.
Yes, yes, yes.
I'm authorized to negotiate.
Uh, I'm the numbers guy.
Great.
Okay.
What?
Uh-huh.
$40 million?
$400 million?
$400. That's...
Okay.
No fucking way.
Uh, yes,
that's very interesting.
Very interesting.
Uh... why does that
not sound right?
400. Oh, I know.
It's because I was pulling
a whole bunch of comps
with my peeps today,
and I think the low end
is a little closer
to $800 million.
Doug.
Oh, yeah. Does that shock you?
Well, and I think
you know it, too.
Oh, and while we're
in the vicinity,
why don't we just step on over
to a little place I like to call
Billion Dollar Town?
Oh, shit.
DOUG: That's right--
a billion dollars.
Holy shit.
He's laughing.
We're laughing together.
He's laughing.
Clyde. He's laughing.
DOUG: What do you mean?
DOUG: What do you mean?
What... Say that again.
$400,000?
(stammering):
I don't understand.
You said... you said...
you said 400.
Okay, you were...
you were mumbling.
You were mumbling, so we...
it's not-not entirely
on me, there. That's...
Ah... That is funny.
Stop-stop laughing
for-for-for a second.
Um... okay, well,
h-how about... how about this?
How about we just round it up
to an even $500,000?
Yeah, you go, Mark Zuckerberg.
DOUG: Okay, so you're not
gonna move on that 400?
One second while I...
So, mixed news.
Okay, so $400,000
is a decent margin.
I agree.
And I think the VCs will double down
on our next project.
Exactly.
It's a no-brainer.
A billion.
Who was talking about that?
Let me do it.
Give it. Great.
Okay, yeah, take it home.
I-I messed up a little bit.
DOUG (chuckling): $400,000.
I can't fucking believe it.
Hello?
Hey, do me a favor.
Take your $400,000 offer,
stuff it in one of
your autopiloted cars
and drive it off
a fucking cliff,
- because our app is off
the motherfucking market. - What?
No, it's not. It's...No, it's on the market.
Yes.
We'll do it for 200!
Okay, that was fucking hot.
I'm not gonna do it.
Okay, I'm not gonna
end up like my father
who, at the end of his life,
didn't have a goddamn thing
except for a fucking ugly
cat, an alienated son
and a sticky bun stuck
to the side of his face.
No, you know what?
This is what we're
gonna do, Kelsey.
We're going to launch this app
independently, and then we
are going to sell it
when it is undeniable.
Yeah.
That's what it is, right?
Yeah, I like that.
That's what we do. Yes.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Do you know what I mean?
Yeah, I like it. Yes.
Yes?
Okay.
No!
That could take years!
(groans)
'Cause that was really...
Hey, there.
How you do...?
What is the drug situation here?
Oh, we're gonna take
great care of you.
Okay.
Okay?
Bring me the man
with the needle.
Oh, he's on his way.
Okay?
Okay, I just want you
to breathe right now.
Just breathe.
Okay, you fucking breathe!
Okay, okay.
Okay, just relax. (groaning)
Just relax.
Give me the goddamn drugs!
Okay...
(Jeannie screams)
Oh!
Oh!
Oh, my...
(crowd gasping)
Oh, fuck.
Oh!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Holy shit.
Marty!
I didn't meant to hit him.
You didn't fucking mean to hit him?
I mean,
I hoped I would,
but I didn't mean
to hit him in the fucking head.
DOUG:
Jesus!
(crowd murmuring)
Okay. (chuckles)
Okay, you motherfucker.
Don't move.
Don't move, Grant.
All right.
Okay.
Just listen.
Everybody just fucking listen.
I'm through trying
to be a nice guy.
Okay? I'm not.
I'm not a nice person,
but I'm good
at what I fucking do.
I'm really, really good at it.
I know what I'm doing.
That's why I went out there
and got all you guys, right?
All your companies
so that we could, together,
be one bigger, better company.
'Cause I know, with you, we can
fucking crush it out there.
I'm gonna make you wealthy.
I'm gonna make you whole.
I will make you better.
But you have to, have to,
have to, have to stick with me.
Look, give me a year.
Can you do that?
Give me... give me one year.
Give me one year
to make you all fucking rich.
CRAIG:
You know what, I can.
I'm in.
WOMAN:
Yeah. Yeah, I'm in.
MAN:
I'm with you.
WOMAN:
I'm in.
MAN:
Yeah. Let's run with it.
(others murmuring in agreement)
I'm gonna come talk
to you, Grant.
WOMAN: You got it.
MAN: Yeah.
(indistinct crowd chatter)
(crowd gasps)
(band plays upbeat tune)
(indistinct crowd chatter)
Oh, shit.
I didn't mean to.
Holy fuck.
Okay.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
♪ Drink the smoky frog
or Heady Topper in a can ♪
♪ If you got someone to grab ♪
♪ Then do it
every chance you can ♪
♪ Yes, yes, yes. ♪
(yelling)
Just wait!
Where do you want it, asshole?
Fucking wait!
Punch him in the fucking...
Marty, listen.
Fucking listen. Listen.
Just fucking listen, Marty.
Marty, guys, tattoo girl, okay?
I'm fucking sorry.
I had a little
too much to drink.
Okay, I just drank too much!
There it is.
And I fucked up!
All right. Fuck!
(engine revving)
Holy...
(clears throat)
Holy fuck.
(laughs)
That's a vintage 275.
Yeah, and a '62 Fender Strat,
you fucking shallow prick.
It's all for you.
Is that a fucking 'nough?
Sign this goddamn letter
of intent,
or spend the next
five years of your life
in fucking court
for attempted murder.
Your choice.
What do you want to do?
I'm signing.
No, I would fucking
sign it right now.
I'm s... Okay.
I would fucking sign it right now.
Okay.
Take the pen!
Help him, Doug.
Yeah.
Hurry up.
Sign it, asshole.
Fuck. Okay.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
The fuckin' car is mine?
(phone rings)
Yeah.
Fuckin' car is yours.
And now I'm gonna borrow it.
You're too fucking drunk
to drive anyway.
Can I at least keep the guitar?
Yeah. Get it.
(laughing)
(engine revving)
Fucking Marty!
(whooping)
Huh? (laughing)
(panting)
No fucking way.
I'm afraid so.
What happened?
Oh!
Oh, don't worry about that. No, no, no, no.
It's okay. I just took
one for the team.
Oh.
Yeah.
(sighs)
But, Marty... the party.
Oh, I rhymed.
Look at that.
You're a poet.
But I didn't know it.
(both laugh, Jeannie gasps)
(Jeannie yells)
Okay. Yup.
(crying):
No!
You're breaking my hand.
Aah!
Just trying
to get your huge-headed child
out my tiny vagina.
Oh, God.
Take it easy, bitch.
I need that.
(groaning and gasping)
Yeah?
(loud breathing)
Just breathe, breathe, breathe.
(groaning)
(exhales)
(exhaling):
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
Yeah. That's good.
(exhales)
Marty...
Hey, listen, listen.
I...
No, no, let me go first.
We did it.
(exhales)
The company.
We saved it.
We fuckin' own it, and
it's gonna be huge, and
you're gonna be
co-president of the...
I took the job...
at Davis/Dexter.
(soft groaning)
(sighing)
Yeah.
You had to.
It's too good to give up, right?
Well... oh, yeah.
Is it coming again?
Oh, yeah. Oh, no.
Okay, I'm gonna
take my hand away for this one.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm gonna take my hand...
No, no, no, no, no, no!
(whimpering)
Yup. Mm-hmm.
Hey.
What?
I love you.
(Jeannie screaming)
(baby cooing)
You want to hold her?
Yes.
(baby fussing)
Shh, shh. Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.
(laughs airily)
(sighs)
Oh.
Well, look at there.
My God.
Look at her.
She's beautiful.
Well, what are you
gonna name her?
♪ Shades of gray
would only disappear ♪
♪ We've no small emotions here ♪
♪ There are
no half measures here ♪
♪ In this world
where madness interferes ♪
♪ Anything less
it would seem insincere ♪
♪ But there are no
half measures here ♪
♪ Nah-nah, nah-nah ♪
♪ Nah-nah, dah-dah, ooh. ♪