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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 b*tch 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 f*** 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 p*ssy, suck cock, take it in the ass?

What is your specialty?

- I thought you were auditioning dancers.

- I am.

I also do f*** 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 b*tch 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 sh*t.

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.

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