There's fresh coffee.
Got some.
Any luck?
No.
Well, did you check my e-mail?
Nothing.
How'd it make you feel?
What do you mean?
The strippers, the clubs, the sex, how'd it make you feel?
Did you get...
You know?
Did you?
Some of it repulsed me...
but some of it...
Some of it made me feel...
Yes?
Are you David Huxley?
Yes. Why?
Detective Kovacs, Budapest Police.
Do you know a man named Josef Klim?
Sort of.
Do you mind if I come in?
Please, come in.
What do you mean, "sort of"?
We met him at a resort that we stayed at.
- The Alhambra? - Yes.
- Detective, this is my fiancee. - Oh, Miss Harrington.
I have seen pictures of you in the papers, with your father.
Detective, please have a seat.
It was you who made the reservation, yes?
Yes.
Have either of you had contact with Mr. Klim...
since you stayed at the Alhambra?
No.
Detective, what is this about?
Mr. Klim was found murdered yesterday.
Oh, my God.
Is this your business card, Mr. Huxley?
Yes. Yes, it is.
A woman at the company that last employed Mr. Klim...
says you left it, inquiring about him.
Yes, that's correct.
Why?
He had an American friend...
that needed help.
What kind of help?
It had to do with a visa.
I told him that when I got back to the office...
that I'd have my secretary call, and she did...
and she found out that he was no longer employed at the baths.
Three nights ago somebody broke into a room at the Alhambra.
There was some vandalism...
and, by coincidence, the same night...
the manager says a man stopped in the office...
and asked about Josef Klim...
an American man.
Her description sounds a little bit like you, Mr. Huxley.
I assure you, it wasn't me.
We've only been there that one time.
I guess a lot of people look like a lot of people, yes?
Well, in any case, it appears the vandalism...
involved in the removal of a camera that was hidden in a wall of the room.
I think Josef Klim...
was taping unsuspecting guests and making pornography.
Are you saying he was doing that to us?
It was in the room you stayed in. I checked the reservation.
Klim was in jail in Berlin for extortion.
He threatened to expose a man and woman he had taped...
if they didn't pay him.
So I've been putting two and two together...
and I come up with a theory.
And what's that?
Maybe he tried his little trick on someone at the Alhambra, yes?
But this time, how do you say...
it backfired on him.
And you think they killed him?
In my business, you got many kind of cases.
Some ones come with answers, some are only questions.
This one is difficult.
Nothing seems as it is.
This is my cell phone and pager.
Please, call me if anything come to your mind about Mr. Klim...
anything at all.
Hurt your hand, did you?
I cut it chopping tomatoes.
I hate that.
Well, thank you, again.
We just lied to the police.
Did you want me to tell him the truth?
He thinks whoever was there killed that man.
Hello?
It's me. Time to go to RealDoll. Com.
RealDoll. Com?
- Talk to you later. - Okay.
Who was it?
It was the guy from the sex shop.
- What'd he want? - Told me to go to this website.
RealDoll...
. com
"The silicone dolls."
That's her.
They're here in Budapest.
Just trying to make a few quid on the EU, so I don't want no trouble, understand?
We bring birds in, they model, we make the molds.
I couldn't give two fucks who they are.
Pay them a couple notes, they're on their way.
We just want to talk to the people...
Look, leave it out, mate. I don't want to know.
Which one is she?
Nika.
They're all just rubber dollies to me, love. You point her out, eh?
Is that her?
No.
How about that beauty?
No.
That's her.
Yeah. Bleeding pain in the ass, that one.
Toe-rag wanted paying well over the odds.
Take it easy, boys, eh?
Only reason I used her was 'cause Gabor brought her in.
- Gabor? - Yeah, skin man. Snaps all our layouts.
Wanted to get his end away with her somewhat rotten, so I tossed him a bone.
Do you know where we could find this Gabor?
I could have a look-see, try and rustle up a number.
Have a gander.
Something tickles your fancy, I'll sort you out.
Gabor wants me to ask if you work for police...
or have any affiliation with law enforcement?
No.
You look familiar to me.
Have you ever done any print modeling?
No.
Hardcore?
No.
I know you from somewhere.
Here's the Americans, Gabor.
- Come join us. - You, too.
Jesus.
- So why you looking for Risa? - We want to talk to her.
- Business? - In a way.
Let me tell you something. That bitch is nothing but bad business.
Well, have you seen her recently?
I haven't seen her in months, and I don't expect to.
She owes me money.
Do you know where we can find her?
Last I heard she was working for Gorman Bellec...
but you don't want to mess with him.
- Why not? - He runs Dekan...
for the Russian mafia.
- What is that? - Dekan. Entertainment.
Clubs, films.
You want to be in the fuck business? I can make you look really good.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I don't think so.
If we wanted to talk to this Gorman Bellec, how do we go about doing that?
See Greta. She will tell you where to find him...
but I'll give you a piece of advice.
You don't exist unless you have something...
Gorman Bellec needs.
- What happened? - I couldn't get to see him.
One of his goons said he was auditioning women for his club.
- Well, did you ask him about Risa? - He didn't know her.
What if it all ended with Josef Klim's death?
We haven't got the original tapes.
We have to find Risa and make a deal.
Well, then let me take a shot at Mr. Bellec.
You said he was auditioning dancers, so I'll audition.
What, you're out of your mind? You're not doing that.
It's not exactly at the top of my list of things I want to do at the moment...
but it might be the only way we can find Risa.
No. We'll think of something else.
What, David?
I'll be careful, I promise.
I'm going with you.
I told you, he's busy...
and we don't open for another two hours.
I'm here to audition. He's my manager.
There's another one. She's American.
Okay.
Down the back hall. First door on the left.
Please don't insult my intelligence.
We already shipped you 30,000 units. I haven't even seen a single forint, yet.
If I don't see some money...
or hear a damn good excuse by Friday, you know what, my friend?
I will set the dogs loose, you understand?
Good.
What is your name?
Tish.
What are you?
Husband? Boyfriend?
Manager.
So, Tish...
what do you do?
You eat pussy, suck cock, take it in the ass? What is your specialty?
- I thought you were auditioning dancers. - I am.
I also do fuck film, print work.
- You ever do any of that? - We thought she'd start off dancing.
You are wasting my time.
Please, I want to start somewhere, and people say you're the best.
What people?
This girl I know. Risa.
If you are talking about the Risa I think you are talking about...
you two can get your asses out of here right now...
and you tell her, if I ever see her again...
I kill her.
I want a job.
You won't be disappointed, I promise.
Everybody want to be porn star.
Okay.
Let's see what you look like.
Take off your clothes.
No, get it all off.
Tish.
It's okay.
You sure?
You have a fresh look.
I like that.
You sure you're up to this?
There's only one way to find out.
You seen her, that's enough.
Your bitch here better let me touch her.
If she doesn't, I might start to think that you two are cops.
We're not.
Like you said...
there is only one way to find out.
You want to play, you pay.
She wants a job first.
Put your clothes on.
Don't say it. I mean, don't say a word.
I'm not gonna let you dance in some strip club.
I am if it means we find her.
I can't believe that I let you take your clothes off in front of that piece of shit.
We are in big trouble here. We lied to the police.
I thought about what you said, and you're right.
This could destroy you.
I don't care about that, anymore.
Yes, you do.
So do I...
but this isn't about just us.
No matter what he says or does, I know my father loves me.
Everything I've ever wanted in my life...
any trouble I've gotten into, he's been there to bail me out.
He is at the top of the list for a Supreme Court nomination and this could kill it.
I won't let that happen.
- Would there be anything else? - No, we're fine, thanks.
Where'd you all end up last night?
Well, after being stood up by my sister...
I landed in a Turkish bath that proved to be quite exhilarating.
Looks like it.
So, David, are we starting to depose on Monday?
Actually, I'm running a little behind.
What's a little?
A day, maybe two.
- You remember what I said... - I'm well aware of the time crunch.
- Lf the depositions don't get done... - I know, Richard. I know.
Boys, boys, boys. My head's about to explode.
- There's a call for you, Mr. Kraft. - Thanks.
Excuse me.
The sunlight here is killing me. Let's go to the bar, David.
Sorry, Perry. I got to get home.
- Thank you for lunch. - Our pleasure, always.
I'll call you this afternoon.
Bye.
So what's going on?
What do you mean?
I mean, you both look like death warmed over.
And there's something wrong, isn't there?
There's nothing wrong, Lynn.
Are you and David having problems?
It's nothing major, just...
a wedding.
I mean, and the whole idea of marriage and... You know.
Why don't you guys join us for dinner tonight?
I promise I'll make Richard lay off the business stuff.
We've already made other plans.
Where are you going?
Dancing.
Are you sure you want to do this?
My other choice being?
It's 20,000 forints.
- She's starting work here today. - Good for her...
but it's still 20,000 forints for you to watch.
You're not doing this.
So you showed up, did you?
I didn't exactly expect this.
You want a job or not?
You go with her.
Tish.
She'll be just fine, manager.
Relax.
Go get yourself a drink.
First time, huh?
You can tell?
You'll do fine. Just think money.
Be nice to her. She's a new girl.
It's not as hard as it looks.
My name's Deedee. I'm from Brighton.
Tish. I'm from California.
Oh, God, I love it there!
I used to dance at the Star Strip in Beverly Hills. Do you know it?
No...
but I know a girl who might've worked here.
- Risa. Do you know her? - Fucking crackhead!
Not a friend of yours, I hope?
No. I hung out with her once.
Once is all you can take.
You know her, too?
I hate her, me and every other bitch in this place.
Then she does work here?
Until Gorman told her not to show her ass around here anymore.
Come on, new girl. I have something better for you.
Why don't you let her start on the floor?
Why don't you all get your asses out there and let me run my business?
Where are we going?
You want to be in porn business? I am putting you in porn business.
Streaming video. Live on the Internet.
The girls will get you through it. Just...
you know, do what comes naturally.
Let's do something with that hair of yours.
- What? - Your hair. I do something with it.
Maybe put it up? What do you think?
Look, this is my first time...
and I'm a little nervous.
- I gotta pee. - It's down the hall.
Okay.
There's no way in hell...
- What are you doing? - Let's get out of here.
- Where do you think you're going? - She's leaving.
I wasn't talking to you.
This is a mistake. I mean, I thought I could do it, but I can't.
- Let's take a little walk. - Sounds great.
I was not talking to you, asshole.
David! Come on! Come on! David!
I put the fear of God in you, did I?
I was so close.
All of the girls, they knew who she was, but I couldn't go through with it.
I'm sorry, David, I couldn't do it and I just...
- What is this? - Her address.
- Where'd you get it? - From a naked lady.
- I'll stay here. - All right.
Tish, come here.
David.
In here.
What if it has something to do with us?
Why would someone be killing them because of us?
I'm so scared.
Come here.
If they were doing the same thing to someone else...
and that someone else decided to put an end to it...
maybe it's over.
Maybe we have nothing to worry about.
Do you really believe that?
As far as we know...
the only two people who know about us or anything that happened...
are dead.
But there's the policeman.
I mean, he suspects something, and now the girl's dead. What if he puts it together?
He can't connect us.
The woman at the Alhambra, she ID'd you.
She ID'd someone that looked like me.
Hello?
The game is back on, but now the price is $1 million.
Check your e-mail. See you soon.
How the hell are we gonna get $800,000 by tonight?
When Lynn needed cash for her place here, she used her diplomatic immunity.
Had it wired from our Swiss bank. It only took a few hours.
That'll draw attention.
It won't, trust me.
Is it going to stop once we pay them?
David, what do you want to do?
That kind of money takes me out of it.
It's not about the money. What's mine is yours and yours is mine.
What do you want to do?
Maybe it's time to get some help...
but if we do...
we can kiss everything goodbye.
Got it.
- Just like that? - Just like that.
I don't see anyone.
They're probably inside...
watching us.
They could just take the money and kill us.
That's why you gotta stay in the car, in case something goes wrong.
I owe you everything.
Everything I am, everything I'll ever be...
and if it takes me my entire life, I will pay you back.
And I just don't mean the money. I mean what you do for me...
what you make me.
Without you I'm just a dreamer...
but with you...
there's not a thing in this world that I can't do.
No. No guns.
For you, in case something happens.
I've never fired a gun in my entire life.
Flip off the safety, you point, and you pull the trigger.
But nothing's gonna happen if you just go in there...
and you give them the money, and you get out.
- I will. - Swear it.
I swear.
I love you.
Oh, God.
They said no police!
You are in a lot of trouble, Miss Harrington. People are dead.
We had nothing to do with that!
I know, but if you want to see Mr. Huxley come out of there alive...
I recommend you let me handle this, yes?
Yes.
Oh, fuck.
You fucked up. We have David.
No, please don't hurt him!
He's a dead man. I said no police.
We didn't know. He must have followed us. We didn't know.
Look, I'll do anything.
I will give you anything.
I want $5 million.
What?
The price for the tapes is $1 million. The price for his life is $4 million.
That is a total of $5 million. If you go to the police, he's dead.
No, please.
We clean up the mess with the cop.
Get out of there and no fucking around this time.
Check your e-mail. Save his life.
Transfer the agreed-upon funds into account number 2J4480...
Grand Cayman Title and Trust.
The money will be immediately transferred to another closed account...
within 30 seconds of the initial wire.
Upon verification, we will release David's location of bondage.
The slightest variation from these instructions and we will leave him to die.
Money transfers are much safer, Miss Harrington.
I must say, I was quite concerned about your security last time.
I had no choice.
And you say this is a land investment?
In the Caribbean.
- Where, might I ask? - St. John's.
One of my favorite islands. Although Barbados has...
I'm sorry. How long do the money transfers take?
It's probably done by now.
- Great. Thank you. - My pleasure.
Hello.
You can find him and the tapes at Elek Street, Number 10, in the basement.
I still would not alert the police.
There will be questions. It could get very nasty for you and your family.
Do not dally. I'm not really sure how much air he has left.
Damn it.
Come on, God damn it.
Yeah?
There's no Alex or Alec Street, but there is one called Elek, spelled E-L-E-K.
Okay. How do I get there?
Take the Freedom Bridge onto the Buda side.
It's right past the Gellert Hotel, right around Freedom Square.
I got it.
Oh, God!
What's up, Sister?
Where are you?
Taking in the sights with a friend.
Where?
Easy. Since you're in no hurry to take care of wedding business...
I decided to do some sightseeing.
Fuck!
- Hello? - Where the hell are you?
I just had brunch at the Women's Club. Where are you?
- I need some help! - What?
I need some fucking help, Lynn!
Lynn!
I can't hear you. You're breaking up.
Lynn!
Do you know where Elek Street is?
Elek Street? Where is...
- Elek? - Yes! Yes! Yes!
Of course. Are you okay?
- Is this 10? - 10?
- Number 10! - 10, yes.
- Elek Street! - Yes.
- You have a basement? - A basement. Yes, why?
Where's your fucking basement?
There is nothing down there. No one has used it for years.
- There's a man down here. - No, there's no man.
- He's dying! Please. - What?
David!
What do you mean a man is dying here?
David!
You better get out of here or...
How can this be?
I do not know how this has happened.
I swear to God. I will call the police.
No! No police.
How do I take this off?
Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Look at me. Look at me.
When are you and David going on a honeymoon?
In the spring, when the new Ambassador and her staff...
take over for Daddy and the others.
Are you still up for shopping tomorrow?
Absolutely. I plan on doing heavy damage all day.
That's my girls.
May I have your attention, please? I would like to propose a toast.
To Christmas, good friends, the New Year...
and to David and Richard...
and a job well done.
Hear, hear.
Quiet, please! Quiet.
And to the next United States Supreme Court Justice.
And maybe a new congressman.
Well, stranger things have happened.
Here's to you, David, my new son-in-law...
to your continued success.
I can't believe the way you two spend money.
Give it a rest. You're starting to sound like Mother.
Or David.
So how is married life?
So far so good. Speak of the devil.
Hey, David.
Hey, you. You're gonna kill me, but I can't meet you for drinks.
But I've been missing you all day.
I've got to finish up here, okay? I'll talk to you later.
Okay.
Hey, I love you.
Enough. He can't meet us for drinks. He has to work late.
Me, either. I promised I'd meet Fabian for dinner.
- Who? - Fabian, yes.
- Fabian? - Fabian. Don't start.
I'm going to see you both Christmas Eve.
Do you want to join Richard and me for dinner?
I'm gonna wait for David. Guess it means I gotta do more shopping.
I'll see you on the Eve.