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- Well, are you in some sort of trouble?

- No.

Look, it's no big deal, really.

Just forget I said anything.

Hey.

I can't stop thinking about it.

It's okay.

We'll get through it. We'll find a way.

He's afraid I'll fail you.

What are you talking about? Who's afraid?

Your father.

Tonight, at the reception, he reminded me

that he still blames me for the Vaci deal...

that I don't...

have what it takes...

to make it in your world.

That's just his elite Harrington bullshit.

God. I've heard it all before. He's wrong.

He's wrong about you.

He's wrong about money and its power.

That's what makes the rich strong.

They do things because they can...

when everyone else does them

'cause they have to.

Money is the only real guarantee in life.

What's up, Richard?

I need for you not to f*** up here.

Meaning what?

When I married into the Harringtons,

I thought I owned the world.

It didn't take long to realize

if you're not one of them...

you're not one of anything.

I know.

Well, then, you also know the prenup

you're signing leaves you nothing...

if the marriage doesn't last.

They're hard work, the Harringtons.

A lot of time and energy invested

with a potential for no payday.

Unless...

we take advantage of what their position

in life has to offer by way of an opportunity.

The Karasz leases are a big prize, David.

They could lead to better days...

for both of us.

I found the address

that matches that cell phone number.

I was just saying

that your father was a bit concerned...

about, you know, how it looks when

you stay overnight at David's apartment.

God, you are so Republican.

That is horrendous.

It's Italian, from a top designer in Milan.

It's Versace on acid.

When did you become an expert

on wedding dresses?

Hey, honey, what's up?

Tish. No.

Calm down.

What about this one, dear?

They want $200,000.

This came from some Internet cafe in Buda.

We should tell the police. I mean,

now that you have his address, they...

Can't trust the police.

We need help, David.

You won't let me talk to anybody.

Please, let me just go to my father.

Richard was just in my office

begging me not to screw up the Karasz deal.

Knowing the way your father feels

about me...

what do you think he would do

if he found out about this?

Did you know the Party talked to him...

about endorsing you

for a congressional seat?

I'll pay them.

I'll drain my accounts. I have enough.

No, we'll just get it from my trust.

You can't start messing with your trust.

People will start asking questions.

We all got our shares after we turned 21.

No one would suspect a thing.

No. Let's just do it my way.

I have enough.

Do you even know this amusement park

that they want us to go to?

Yeah, it's been closed down for a while,

but there's no "us." I'm going alone.

No, you're not.

We're in this together.

It's past time.

Maybe it's some sort of test.

You know,

see if we brought the police or anything.

- Why'd you bring your gun?

- Lf he doesn't come to us, we'll go to him.

- David, did you hear me?

- Yeah, I heard you.

- I brought it 'cause I thought I might need it.

- Well, I don't like it.

Neither do I.

Take it out very slowly.

Put it on the ground.

Good.

Is that the money?

Yes.

You. Bring it to me.

What about what we're buying with it?

You will get it.

- When?

- Soon.

Don't do anything stupid

and no one gets hurt!

David.

Just do as he says.

Just do what he says.

I'm walking out of here...

and you stay right where you are.

When I get to the car I let her go.

You do anything to stop me and she's dead.

David!

- Tish.

- Here.

- You okay?

- I think so.

Where'd he go?

He's up there.

Give me what I f***ing paid for!

Get down!

- Let him go!

- That's my life savings!

Oh, God.

Sh*t.

David!

I don't like this.

Stay here.

Look, it's him.

He's dead.

I'm scared, David.

This isn't about us f***ing on some video.

It's murder.

We've gone from blackmail to murder.

There was this guy I did some work for

when I first started with the Embassy...

an American

who got himself into some trouble.

He might be able to help.

Her face looks familiar,

but it don't ring no bells.

How would we go about looking for her?

If she's p*ssy for hire,

I'd start by hitting the streets.

Strip joints, f*** clubs, peepshows.

There are a couple of places

that might be able to help you.

In the meantime, I'll make a few calls.

- What was her name again?

- Risa. If that's her real name.

Are you sure you want to mess with this?

I'd appreciate it if you made the calls.

It's done.

No questions asked and no names.

I still owe you a big one.

Excuse me, you know her?

Her name is Risa.

Do you speak English?

Do you know her?

I'm looking for someone.

If she's p*ssy for hire,

I'd start by hitting the streets.

Strip joints, f*** clubs, peepshows.

Are you sure you want to mess with this?

Do you know her? She has brown hair.

You waste my time.

Let's go.

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.

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