and we make it accessible to the consumer, who's on the other side.
We make the entire operation totally discreet and professional.
And, you know, we never forget that it's a business.
We make a real point of making sure that we take good care of both
the content provider and the content subscriber.
That's pretty much how we try and do business.
- Thank you, Jack. - You got it. Have a good night.
You know, the more time you spend around all this stuff,
the more normal it becomes. It's a world without any filters.
It may be crass and in your face, but there is something very honest about it.
The outside world seems strange and mundane.
You know that most of the outside world is looking down on you,
but you also know at the exact same time,
if they were really honest with themselves,
they'd kill to be on the inside with you.
There's Audrey Dawns.
Hottest newbie starlet in the biz.
After all these years, everybody knew I was a family man.
But the second I saw her, I knew that I was in trouble.
- Have you been on my site? - I haven't, no.
Well, I'm not like your other sites. I only do solo girl.
- Just me. - What, do you got a guilty conscience?
Guilt? No. Hell, no.
I think people put too much emphasis on guilt. You know?
Like, I bet if you ask any one of those old-timers
in one of those old folks' homes, they'll tell you
they regret the stuff they didn't do, not the stuff they did.
- You only live once. - Is that so?
- Yeah. - You ever feel like this partnership
isn't such a real partnership?
You mean like he's Mick Jagger and we're a bunch of roadies?
Yeah. We made that motherfucker.
I'd like to be in business with you.
- That I might regret. - Why do you say that?
'Cause I've been ripped off before.
That wouldn't happen with me.
- No? - No, it wouldn't.
Any chance you could get me the money
that's been ripped off from me so far?
Don't worry about it. We're rich.
Well... rich and somebody's bitch.
- Hey, Jack. - Hi.
Things seem to be going very well.
Yeah. Yeah, things are good. What are you doing here?
I have a large variety of clients.
Enlighten me here, Jack.
- Why did you cut me out? - I didn't cut you out.
I gave you 200 grand up front,
before I even knew a deal was in place. Didn't I?
- Yes. Yes, you did. - OK.
But... just look... look at you now.
Jerry, you're under indictment.
Please. Please, that'll never stick.
'Cause you see, I'm... I'm just...
I'm extremely smart.
Just answer me, why are you...
Why are you still hangin' around?
I mean, it certainly isn't the money.
Lord knows you have enough.
You're not a greedy man, Jack.
And for damn sure, it ain't the pussy.
You... you're sort of a throwback.
You're actually a faithful and happily married man.
So why, why is it?
Jerry, why don't you just enjoy the party, all right?
- You think too much. - I love... I love to think.
And I... I love to hear my brain
go clickity, clickity, click.
Good to see you.
Sure thing, Jack.
- You don't want any? - No.
Gentlemen. Gentlemen, hey, get a hold of yourselves here.
I wanna introduce you to the legendary Denny Z.
Hey, hey, hey.
Denny Z was a bottom feeder and a complete scumbag.
The kind of person you'd be embarrassed to spend time with.
In this business, that's saying a lot.
Yeah, I have some real interesting ideas on the site's future, man.
I want to set up a sick-ass portal
- for premium members. - Oh, yeah.
You wanna let me finish? Fucking cutting-edge shit, man.
- I like what I'm hearing so far. - Yeah, it sounds brilliant.
- I haven't even said anything. - Hey, hey. Let... Don't worry about it.
Fuck the details. I mean, the yak-yak-yak.
Let's try to make a deal here, all right?
Denny Z, plus Haggerty,
plus Buck and Wayne added up badly any way you looked at it.
They started their own secret deal to make money behind my back.
But, in typical Buck and Wayne fashion,
they had no idea what they'd gotten themselves into.
- You got anymore vodka suppositories? - Come on.
I hired some good new people, got the place turned around,
then my friend couldn't come back to take it back over, so now it's mine.
That's why he's got me. See, if anybody steals from him,
I go and kick their ass.
I can't have any thieves or crooks around here
because I'm too busy stealing from Jack myself.
Like that motherfucker right there. Excuse me.
Hey, dawg. What do you think you're doing?
What you think you're doing?
- I'm doing myjob. - I saw that shit.
All right, so let me guess.
You... you start to go home less and less.
Your wife and kids become total strangers,
and now you find yourself lonely and confused
with a 23-year-old porn star. Accurate?
Well, I mean, I wouldn't exactly call myself an absentee father.
Sorry. I didn't mean to strike a nerve or anything.
- That's OK. - It's the oldest story in the book.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
It's a carbon copy of my life growing up.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Absentee father working all the time.
A self-obsessed mother, 50, trying to look 25.
Eight Vicodins a day, drinks at noon.
Her idea of a well-rounded conversation
usually consisted of questions like... "Do I look puffy?"
I just think you are so much better than this world that you're in.
What am I doing wrong, Diana?
Come on. You don't know? What am I supposed to tell people?
I mean, how do you think I feel that I can't tell anybody what you do?
Why is it important to you that you can tell people what I do for a living?
Why is it not important to you? That's what I wanna know.
What about our children? How do you think they're gonna handle it
when they find out what their daddy does?
Well, if they've been raised right, which I think they have,
I just assume that they'll be OK, which is all I care about.
Well, you haven't really been raising them, have you?
Come on, you're never home, Jack.
How would you know if they're being raised right?
Guess who that falls on?
I'm sorry about today in the car.
It's OK.
Hey.
I missed you so much.
Jack.
You feel good.
Hey.
Where you going?
Come back here.
Where are you?
I don't know.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry...
What do you mean you're sorry?
Oh, my God.
Let me out.
Let me out. Let me out!
Oh, my God.
So I guess we're talking about a divorce then, aren't we?
What do you think? We just go on like this?
Oh, God, I despise this hypocrisy.
I'm still in love with you, Diana.
Bullshit.
So now I'm flying back to LA,
feeling like it's pretty much over between me and Diana.
She was right. I wasn't there anymore.
I'd become addicted to a lifestyle of money, sex and power
that was light years away from family or anything I'd ever experienced.
You see, the biggest problem with my addiction,
was that like all addictions, it sneaks up on you slowly.
You give into it incrementally, in an almost imperceptible way.
The other thing was it wasn't the kind of addiction
where you'd wake up with a hangover.
It wasn't the kind of thing that would rob you of your wealth.
It didn't rob you of your health.
The more I indulged, the richer it would make me.
I've got to tell you... that's impossible to give up.
I can hear your thoughts.
I believe you. You don't have to tell me.
You like post-orgasm silence?
Don't we all?
You don't have to be mean just because you feel so guilty.
Do you need me to let you off the hook?
Despite what you think, you actually don't have that kind of power over me.
Don't kid yourself.
I'm not.
- I'm younger. - Yeah.
- I'm hotter. - OK.
And you like my pussy way more 'cause it's tighter and prettier.
That's so poetic.
You really know all about this stuff?
Yes.
All right, so this shows the horse's past performance.
OK.
And this indicates how much the horse has run.
See? This horse ran three times in the last three weeks,
so it's probably tired.
- Yeah? - We don't wanna bet on that one. 'Kay?
- All right. - And this horse here,
it runs well on a sloppy track.
So just 'cause a horse won its last few races,
doesn't mean it's gonna win against a different class of horse.
- You're really good at this. - Thank you.
You're welcome.
- I'm sorry, I didn't order that. - Courtesy of Mr. Sokoloff, sir.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
I'll be right back.
- Hey. - You didn't have to do that.
- Hey, come, come. - Thank you.
Did you know that the FBI is following you?
- What? - Don't look now.
Don't move. Don't react.
I'm just telling you that those men,
sitting at a table, you can see them over my head,
they are with the FBI.
Organized Crime task force.
I know them because they practically put me to bed every night.
What makes you so sure they're following me?
And what makes you so sure they're not?
They're also terrible actors.
They stick out like sore thumb, don't you think?
That doesn't mean they're following me.
Do you see that guy standing above them? See him?
The one on the cell phone?
That's my cousin Yuri.
They follow me, he follows them.
He just called me a few seconds ago
and he said, they were talking about you. Not about me.
Isn't that refreshing?
Maybe they tuck you in tonight?
They have no reason to follow me. I'm just a businessman.
Aren't we all?
- Hi, baby. - You know her?
Yes. I know her. She danced at my clubs.
Nice girl. Very nice girl.
How do you know Niki?
We did some business together a few years ago.
Yeah? Me, too.
Yeah, he said you danced at one of his clubs.
Yep. His scumbag lawyer is the one responsible for me losing all that money
- on my site. - What do you mean?
Nikita set me up with his lawyer to do my contracts
when I first started my site. He really fucked me over.
- I don't understand. - Jerry Haggerty.
- Yeah? - Fucking scumbag.
Jerry Haggerty is Nikita's lawyer?
- Nikita something. - Sokoloff?
I think that sounds about right.
Yep. Why, do you know him?
Let's go. Gotta get out of here.
- Where's Jerry? - Hey, Jack.
What a surprise.
You're Sokoloff's lawyer?
- Sorry? - You heard me, Jerry.
Now, Jack you know I can't disclose who my clients are.
- That's attorney-client privilege. - Why are you fuckin' with me, Jerry?
OK, then, yeah. Yeah. Don't be moronic.
Of course I'm his lawyer. I mean, how do you think I found out
about this situation in the first place?
You ripped me off.
In God's name, what are you talking about?
The big fucking Russian Ivan. That was you, I know that was you.
He shows up at my house demanding double what I owed him.
- Some of that was meant for you. - Yeah, so? So? So what?
So, I'm trying to take a little skim, for Christ's sakes?
I mean, and you're making what? Close to 1 00 million?
And what, you throw me a tuna fish sandwich?
That ain't right. That ain't right.
And then, so... so tell me, what... what do I get?
"Thanks for putting this all together, Jerry."
That ain't right, and you know it, motherfucker.
I took care of you, OK? I've paid my debt to you.
- Really? - Yeah, really.
Yeah, well, see, the problem is I don't really see it like that, Jack.
Listen, I'm serious. All right? We're finished.
No. No, you see, we're not finished.
Yeah, we are, Jerry.
We can't be. Listen, you killed Ivan, right?
- What did you just say to me? - Well, I mean you had to kill him.
The man's gone. I mean, he was here, and then he's gone.
I mean, vanished. Disappeared. Like in thin air.
It seems pretty obvious that he took the money and left.
Yes. Yes, see I... I thought that too for a while.
But I don't think this guy would have just run off with $450,000.
I mean, he might try to start a new life with four or five million, you know,
but not that kind of chump change.
So, you see, it just doesn't make any sense to me, Jack.
So you had to have something to do with it.
Jerry, if you even suspected that was the truth, you'd be bleeding me dry.
Sure. But I might be looking to catch a bigger fish.
Listen, if you even think about repeating this conversation to anybody,
even in jest, I swear to God, I'll throw you off a fucking roof.
I didn't kill anybody.
Sure thing, Jack.
You oughta calm down a little.
I mean, we're just a couple of guys talking here.
I just wanted to carve out a moment of peace,
to close my eyes and dream up a solution.
Something really romantic,
like Haggerty getting hit by a bus,
or Wayne and Buck spontaneously combusting.
What I heard next, I could not believe.
- Guess what? - What?
The FBI was just here.
Why?
Do you know anything about terrorism, Audrey?
What kind of terrorism are you referring to?
Do you mean like national, international,
eco, bio or just your everyday suicide bomber?
Middle Eastern terrorists, Audrey.
Audrey, we've come to you today with an opportunity
that very few Americans have ever had in history.
It turns out you have several high-ranking members
of a terrorist organization who are huge fans of your website.
Really?
Apparently, some terrorist in Hamburg
that Interpol was on the hunt for was obsessed with Audrey.
It turned out they could literally track his whereabouts
when he logged onto the site. Now, he likes Audrey's website so much,
he emails another terrorist in Afghanistan...
...who emails another in Pakistan.
Pretty soon, you've got a worldwide terrorist circle jerk,
all because of Audrey's site.
The Navy was scrambling fighters off the decks of aircraft carriers...
...whenever Audrey Dawns was doing her thing.
They didn't think we'd be willing to help them.
I think they were trying to figure out a way to force you into it,
but they didn't have anything compromising on you.
- This is crazy, isn't it? - I know.
I mean, we're gonna be like...
We're gonna be like spies, working for the government.
It turns me on!
It was all so crazy.
A 23-year-old porn star was about to become a major component
in America's war on terror.
Now, at the same time,
Buck and Wayne finally put together what Denny Z was up to
with their new secret website.
What do you mean? What do you mean "under 1 8"? How do you know?
I'm telling you, I saw it with my own eyes.
These girls are underage. You need to confront this, Wayne.
I saw fuckin' pigtails, I saw little fucking girls.
Shit, this is not good, man. I can't believe he fucked us like that.
He totally fucked us! 25 years to life! He fucked us!
Oh, no. I'm not going to prison. Oh, no.
We gotta get the fuck out of the country, right now.
Call a chopper, land on the roof,
chopper out to Van Nuys Airport and take the jet down to Cambodia.
- You're getting way ahead of yourself. - We gotta get the fuck out.
We need to demand Denny Z fucking disable this site!
And we need to fucking say nothing.
- I'm not going to prison. - We're not fucking pedophiles, man.
- Yeah, tell that to the judge. - Judge, we're not fucking pedophiles.
OK.
- Hey, guys, the FBI is here. - What?
Yeah, they're up there talking to Jack.
- Terrorists? - Correct.
- And Audrey? - Right.
We've been able to confirm that
these terrorists have very specific viewing patterns.
They're men.
For example...
...we have found that they very much enjoy
solo or girl-on-girl, much more than the hardcore.
I mean, they'll watch it, but they're incredibly homophobic.
Another example.
They enjoy sites that have, and this is a surprise to no one,
- a military theme. - Military themes?
Girls posing with guns and the like.
What your government is recommending...
We recommend Audrey create a new section on her site
- with a separate payment method. - A portal.
This will allow us to hone our efforts.
- What are they fucking doing? - They're just talking.
I'm freaking the fuck out. I'm not going to prison.
Oh, fuck!
...on their specific viewing,
much more so using said portal through you.
And we believe this to be the key to our success.
Oh, of course. Anything I can do to help, I'll be glad to.
Oh, fuck. Oh, my God, he's shaking their hands. Oh, fuck.
I'm fucking telling you, he fucking called 'em!
So now these idiots think I'm conspiring with the Feds against them.
Of course, I had no idea what was going on.
They go into a full-blown panic,
and of all the people in the world to confide in,
who do they go see?
Listen. I gotta tell you, you guys really piss me off.
I'm pissed off because every time you have a problem, you come to me.
It's never, "Hey, Jerry, you wanna go have some dinner,"
or, "We're doing well, now here's a little gift for you
because without you, we would have nothing."
No, but if you got Russians that are looking to kill you
or you're worried about the FBI
because you got a 16-year-old on your website...
OK, OK.
...I immediately become your best friend. Right?
- It's not like that. That's not true. - Well, bullshit.
- So, how bad is it? - Minors fucking on your website?
It's not very good, to be honest.
It's not like it's kiddie porn. The girls are 16 or 1 7...
You know, we gotta keep it down.
- The girls are 16 or 1 7 years old. - I see.
But I'm not sure that the government shares your sense of nuance there.
- What do we do? - We? You got a turd in your pocket?
First thing you two rocket scientists gotta do
is get rid of that creepy Denny Z.
You gotta get as far away from that as possible.
- What? - Buck called him already.
- Denny Z? - Yeah.
You're the guy that put us in touch with him,
told us to get into business with him.
I wanna introduce you to the legendary Denny Z.
- That I don't recall. - That's fucked up.
You don't remember that?
Respectfully, it's fucked up.
But it's rather irrelevant now, isn't it?
I think it's relevant. I mean, you did introduce us to him.
Nobody likes a finger pointed at them.
Nobody. And I demand the same respect that I show you two jerk-offs.
Jerry, how do we make this disappear?
That's another "we." Let me ask you a question,
what are you guys worth now?
Well, it's kind of hard to keep track of.
Well, give me a rough. Like an estimate. Maybe, what, 1 00 million?
- Maybe something in that area? - It's more like 50.
- A hundred, 200 million. - It's more like 50.
- About a hundred million. - And, you know, God forbid,
you never thought of giving me a little piece of that?
In the beginning, Jack said you were under indictment.
Hey, fuck Jack. And that little plan of yours
apparently didn't go so well.
You've got FBI looking up your ass right now.
How about... how about the three of us?
- We work together, make a partnership. - Yeah, yeah.
- Now, what about Jack? - Fuck Jack.
- I said that. - We'll deal with him.
All right. The first thing you gotta do
is get rid of that goddamn website.
Then maybe I can help straighten things out for you.
Thank you very much. Thank you for everything. You've been a real friend.
- Sure. - I'm sorry.
- I actually gotta take a shit. - Sit the fuck down.
Oh, forget about it.
So Buck and Wayne told Haggerty they'd shut the site down.
What happened next you won't believe.
They just simply forgot.
Listen, I would like to say something and it's from the bottom of my heart.
I would be extremely unhappy if, let's say, I got blindsided
and I wound up in court with you two.
So I wanna ask, are you sure,
absolutely sure, that you've told me everything that there is to know?
- There's an unnecessary pause here. - No, no, no no, no, no. Jerry.
Jerry, we will never do that to you again. OK?
Do not ever fuck with me.
- Jerry, Jerry... - Fuck!
Do you understand?
- Do you understand? - Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
And before you know it,
Buck and Wayne told Haggerty about the dead Russian.
Every last detail about how james accidentally killed Ivan.
They didn't get their money!
Now, Haggerty's got me in the worst possible position.
- Yeah? - Your son's been arrested.
- What? - Your son has been arrested, Jack.
What happened? What did he do?
Maybe if you were around a little bit, you'd know.
Our oldest son, Michael, decided he didn't care for his grades that semester
so he hacked into the school's computer system and changed them to his liking.
Now, even though our marriage was over,
Diana and I always came together for our children.
Even if we couldn't be a couple, we were always gonna be a family.
So, we went to visit the headmaster at the school.
And after some serious discussion,
and a generous donation to the new gymnasium,
he decided to drop the charges.
What did you have in mind?
But that wasn't enough.
The Houston District Attorney, Frank Griffin,
decided to proceed with the charges anyway. So I paid him a visit.
Hi. Excuse me. I'm sorry, sir.
Do you have an appointment? Sir. Excuse me, sir.
- Jack Harris. - Sorry, Mr. Griffin. He walked past.
That's OK, gingersnap.
- May I? - Please.
Thanks.
So... my lawyers tell me we need to talk.
I know who you are and I'm not gonna change my position, Mr. Harris.
Your son's committed a very serious crime, and although he may be a minor,
the state of Texas intends to prosecute him to the full extent of the law.
Mr. Griffin, he's just a kid.
He made a stupid mistake and I've reprimanded him, severely.
With all due respect, sir, the school doesn't even wanna press charges.
Do we really need to go forward with all this?
Harris, let me lay it all out for you.
There are people, voters,
upstanding people, to whom I am responsible.
I have to answer to them.
And they want to see him tried for this?
Well, maybe the acorn doesn't fall too far from the tree.
So that's what this is all about? This is more about me than my son?
We all know what you do for a living. You deal in pornography.
- I run a billing company. - But you deal with pornography.
Like any hotel chain, like any satellite or cable company.
- I'm just a middle man. - I'm not gonna play semantics.
You're a pornographer. You peddle pornography over the Internet.
I think we're getting off the subject. Let's focus on why we're here.
What's this?
Here, I'll give you a hand with it. Let's see, OK.
Yeah. YoungTightPussy.com.
SplendorInTheAss.com.
BlacksOnBlondes.com. This is your billing record, Mr. Griffin.
Take a look at it.
Now, God forbid this should wind up in here
and fall into the wrong hands.
It'd be on the cover of tomorrow's paper.
Can you imagine what that would do to a campaign in this city?
Especially the campaign of a man whose voter base
is a bunch of good, God-fearing Christian conservatives?
I mean... that'd be terrible.
You realize you just attempted to blackmail an officer of the court
and a publicly elected Texas state official?
And it worked.
I'm assuming you can clear up this mess.
I'll be glad to handle this bump in the road for your son.
- Great. - Can I count on your vote next year?
You got it.
The power of the Internet is truly amazing.
Well, come hell or high water, you get it done, don't you?
I try.
There's a part of me that hates what you did to that man.
There's also a part of me that just...
I miss being protected by you like that.
Oh, God, I'm confused.
- I'm sorry you feel that way. - Just get out, Jack.
I'll call you when I get there.
When I was looking for dirt on the DA, I came across this site here.
- It's a Denny Z site. - Yep.
- You're not gonna like this. - What?
It's under Buck and Wayne's domain.
- Shit. - It gets worse.
With glass dildos? We can make that happen.
- And I'll personally hire Santa. - We have developed a new...
Are you out of your fuckin' mind?! What the fuck's wrong with you?
Underage girls!
- Where is he?! - We didn't know. I didn't know.
- Jack! - He's at the Reseda house,
where they shoot everything.
Come on, we were gonna tell you. We were in way over our heads!
Jack, Z fucked us!
Denny Z fucked all of us!
What the fuck are you doing, man?
Fucking son of a bitch!
I'll have you fucking killed, you prick!
Get the fuck out of my house!
What the fuck are you gonna do?
What the fuck?
Fuck!
Son of a bitch! Call 91 1 !
Cocksucker!
Hey.
What's up with you?
You know, I used to sit at the table with my family.
Is this the old-fashioned Jack?
Old-fashioned? Families are old-fashioned?
I think families are overrated.
You ever get the feeling that there's a part of ourselves we just turn off?
- Which part is that? - I feel like it's the part that...
...tells us this kind of behavior is wrong.
Some of the things that we're doing...
You're gonna start moralizing?
No.
Jack, you have made all this money
because of all the horny, frustrated guys out there
who have to jerk off because their wives or their girlfriends
don't treat them right. So... so I become their little fantasy girl
for five bucks a pop and make 'em forget for a fleeting fuckin' instant
that their wives and kids can't stand the fuckin' sight of them.
So, no, I don't have guilt for that.
You're lucky.
And my soul is perfectly fucking intact.
- That's good. - Yeah.
You know what I'm starting to think?
I'm starting to think you're full of shit.
You are so fucking full of shit.
I don't fuckin' need to be here.
Why? Tell me why, why do I have to be here?
So you can get a call in the middle of the night from your fucking bitchy wife,
your fucking Texas bitchy fucking wife,
saying that one of your spoiled fucking kids
can't make it to the prep school fucking homecoming?
Your bags are packed, Audrey.
Why?
We don't belong anywhere near each other, that's why.
I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean what I said about your family.
I'm sorry, Jack. Just, please don't do this to me. Please.
Please, please. Please don't do this to me.
I'll do what you want. I'll do whatever you want me to do.
I'll be whatever you want me to be, Jack. Please.
Can't.
Fine. Fine.
Fucking fine!
- Yeah? - jack, it's Allmans.
- I gotta see you. - Can it wait?
It can't wait an hour.
Thanks for coming, Jack.
You wanna lift up your arms for me if you wouldn't mind, please?
Why?
I just gotta make sure you're not wearin' a wire.
Why the hell would I wear a wire?
Have a seat, Jack. I'm here to help you.
I just can't risk getting compromised in that process.
Forgive me for takin' the battery out of your phone here.
You're a stand-up guy, Jack. Your country owes you.
Case in point, two nights ago,
several top-ranking terrorists
were taken out in a fire fight in Afghanistan.
Several arrests were made in Europe, Indonesia.
All told about 1 00 rounded up. And in no small part, thanks to you.
So when I found out about this other thing, the least I could do is warn you.
Warn me about what?
One of our investigators has confirmed
the use of underage girls on one of your websites.
- Jesus. - Yeah, it's bad, Jack.
Any way you cut it, it's child pornography,
which means you're indicted and you go to jail.
I got nothing to do with that website, you know that?
I do know that.
But you got partners.
OK.
What am I supposed to do about this warning?
Get out, now, yesterday if possible.
- I can't. - Sure you can.
If by "I can't," you're referring to this mess, let's talk about it.
How you boys doing tonight?
One of your ex-bouncers was busted for drugs
a couple of months ago and told us a story about Ivan Sokoloff,
nephew of Nikita Sokoloff,
being murdered in your living room five years ago.
Said bouncer also witnessed you dumping the body in the ocean
off the coast of Catalina.
It's myjob to know when people are lying to me, Jack.
He wasn't.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
I guess that's what I'd say.
But I'm here to help you, so let me tell you what I think happened.
You're out here, you got strong-armed.
I don't know, maybe you're doing somebody a favor,
but you got here and realized you could make a quick buck and get out.
But then you got partnered with these idiots,
who now you can't trust because they're hanging this Sokoloff thing
over your head. Listen, I don't give a shit that Ivan is dead.
We, your government,
celebrates when a piece of shit like this no longer breathes.
But this child pornography thing...
...that doesn't go away, Jack. That's you in prison.
So, I mean, what am I supposed to do? I mean, I can't go back in time.
You did your government a solid.
That's why you're getting the warning. The rest is up to you to figure out.
- Honey! - Diana, what's going on?
- They took him! - What?
They took him!
Boys! Come on.
You call police, we kill your boy.
Better call your husband instead.
- Yeah? - jack. I have your son.
Don't fuck around with me.
I will call you tonight with what I want.
I got it. All right? I'm on my way. Just don't do anything, all right?
Good.
- What the hell is this? - This is the boy.
- What? - This is boy from house.
- What the hell are you talking about? - That's not Jack's kid.
That child is Mexican. That's Alejandro, the maid's kid.
What is Mexican? This is boy from house.
That's Alejandro! That's Alejandro!
- Wait. - That's Alejandro!
- Wait. - Hi, Alejandro.
You say it's not Jack's boy?
Nikita, do you not understand the English that we're speaking?
This is the housekeeper's son.
His mother is the housekeeper. This is a Mexican person.
We are Caucasian people, OK?
You think Jack's gonna give a shit about this?
You know, he's gonna call the cops!
Hey, is it a bag of hammers or a bag of hair that you have for brains?
It's a Mexican!
It's a Mexican boy.
- Shut up! - We gotta get the fuck outta here.
- Did you send them... - No, I got a bad feeling.
Sit the fuck down.
You are not going anywhere.
Where'd you find these people anyway?
OK, OK, OK! OK, OK!
I've done this before.
I know this man. He will pay.
- OK, OK. - And if you fuck up...
...I swear I'll kill you.
You OK, Dad?
Yeah.
Come here.
I need you to do something for me, OK?
Sure.
Keep an eye on Mom, all right?
Got it? She loves you a lot.
Yes, sir.
OK.
OK?
Good boy.
I'm gonna get him back, Diana.
Why am I not surprised?
Because, Jack, you're a very smart man.
You've also always been a very lucky man,
but, alas, your luck seems to have run out on you.
I assume that's the money?
Let's focus on why we're here.
You're not gonna get shit from me until I know the kid is safe.
Jack, we're not animals here. Of course.
And this'll make you happy.
That money's not going to me, it's going to him.
Hey, buddy.
You all right? You sure? OK.
Let's go, all right?
Can he go now?
- Yeah, sure. - Alejandro, just take a left.
Go down the hall.
Thank you for not hurting him.
- Why did you kill Ivan? - I didn't kill anybody.
All right? I promise, it was an accident.
You can ask them. They were there.
No, no, no. Wait a minute, wait a minute.
We had nothing to do with that, Nikita.
- It was James, his bodyguard... - He threatened my family.
It wasn't supposed to go down that way, Nikita.
I know he was your nephew, and this might not mean much,
but, look, I'm very sorry...
Easy there, we don't want him signing contracts under duress.
Jack, there's really no need for long conversation here.
I mean, you got the kid back, so why don't you just sign these papers
and we're through.
What am I supposed to sign?
Every line that's got your name next to it.
See, that'll certify that the business now belongs to Nikita,
myself and the boys.
So with pen in hand, would you like to write?
Nice.
Get out... now.
What am I supposed to do? I mean, I can't go back in time.
Jerry?
Can I backdate this to last year,
so I don't get screwed paying a bunch of taxes on money I don't even have?
What did... what did you ask?
May I backdate this?
Yeah, sure. I don't see what difference it fuckin' makes.
- Go ahead. - Thank you.
You know, Jack, this is great.
I mean, straight up fuckin' great.
I've been waitin'...
A long time I've been waiting...
You think you're so fuckin' cute cutting me out.
Well, now you got shit.
A piece of shit like that couldn't be trusted.
No, no, no, no more killing.
- Come on, respectfully, please... - Sit down.
One has to be careful when he choose his partners...
...Mr. Harris.
You make good things for us all these years.
Sometimes business is more important than family.
Now, get out.
Clean up that mess.
So then Jack forced us to go with him to dump the body.
Yeah, then he said if we told anybody, he'd kill us.
Where did you dump the body?
Told you before, in the ocean.
Jack dumped the body in the ocean. The ocean's the ocean.
The ocean's the ocean, huh?
Yeah, asshole.
Alejandro!
- Where the fuck is my lawyer? - Let's focus on why we're here,
'cause we're not here to talk about dumped bodies and alleged murders.
We're here to talk about child pornography.
Jack was just as much a part of that as we were.
- Just as much as you? - Absolutely.
He's OK.
We have a contract that Jack signed selling his shares of the company
six months prior to the Denny Z business,
but it's nice to know there's no dispute regarding your involvement.
So thanks for that.
Come on, let's get you inside.