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Oh, yes? That mean

you're not much concerned.

You're not worried

about your daughter?

What to worry? I never see her.

And she never gives me a dime.

She f*** and make big money,

but none for Papa.

- Who's the b*tch?

- She is from the police.

Her name is Virginia Wolf.

This is my boy son.

How lovely to meet you.

Do you happen to know

where your girl sister is?

- I know nothing.

- Imagine that.

If you do happen to hear anything,

I would most appreciate it

if you'd give me a call.

Why is she wasting her time

looking for my sister?

She won't hide long.

She's got a kid.

Ah. Si? Gracias.

Hold it.

Ooh, we need an elevator.

All these damn stairs.

- Hey, sorry I'm late.

- Late for what?

Dexter Wolf, any, er, messages?

Er, Boda called,

and he said that Swedish

penis pump you ordered,

he's going to deliver it

in a discreet package.

Er, I meant, like business messages.

- Am I paying for your porn?

- No, man, I didn't even order that.

I'm a victim of identity theft.

Anyways, man, I got some new

business cards and cell phones.

- Here, check it out.

- Let's see.

"Looking for a good dick?

Call the Juan Detective Agency. "

- Who's Juan?

- No, no, no, no. It's "Ju-An".

It's a cross,

like a mix with our names,

Julian and Anthony. Ju-An.

You feel me?

- Why's your name first?

- Anju sounds like a law firm.

You know,

Goldman Goldman Sachs Anju.

I mean, if you don't like it,

I can go back

and maybe reprint something.

Is this your only objection?

Are we doing this?

Yes!

Check this out.

What the hell does that say?

That's the girl from the restaurant.

Father's looking for his missing

daughter. She's our first case.

The next ferry to Bari, Italy

leaves in eight minutes.

Please board now.

This is the last call

for the ferry to Bari, Italy,

leaving in eight minutes.

Please board now.

Come on, wake up, honey.

Ow.

Where are we?

Ancona, Italy.

Oh, I fell asleep.

Good. Now you can go all night.

- You wanted it!

- What happened?

It was an accident.

I didn't do anything.

- Go.

- It was an accident.

Go. Go.

Their safety

is our number one priority.

Safety.

- What the f***?

- We are not in Italy.

We couldn't.

There were too many cops.

They were looking in the trunks

of the cars. We'll go tomorrow.

We'll spend the night here

and go tomorrow. I promise.

- It'll be completely all right.

- I don't think so.

Your dream girl's getting famous.

Father's upset his baby

didn't come home for supper.

- Is that objectionable?

- It's bullshit.

She's not a girl

who comes home for supper

and why would this

make the headlines?

Which leads us to conclude what?

Some hard, bad people,

connected and respected are fronting

and want her found

before she can make a sound.

Oh, MC Dr Seuss, kicking rhymes!

I'm just saying,

something is not right.

A bunch of stuff ain't right.

And you suddenly care?

I'm just curious, that's all.

I knew it! You want to

have sex with her, don't you?

- What are you saying?

- You want to hit that.

It's cool by me.

It's our first case.

Come on, let's catch our train.

Come on.

- Mr Ryder? Good afternoon.

- You work for Carver?

- I do.

- You got answers about my girls?

I was hoping you could

help me on that score.

You see,

one of your girls, Catalina,

has stolen something

from my employer.

I need to know if you've heard

from her and where she is.

I don't know

where that scheiss b*tch is.

Where the f*** are the others?

Debbie, Susie, Bubbles, Sabina?

I'm afraid I have no idea.

Then we've both got

no f***ing idea.

Well, perhaps you could tell me

who Catalina left her baby with?

Lady, look at you. You come in

here, Mary f***ing Poppins.

You've got a brass p*ssy,

but no offense, get f***ed, mama.

Oh, I'm not your mama, I'm afraid.

I would love to have

a son like you,

but no such luck, poor old me.

And your real mother, didn't she

teach you it's rude to point?

The only thing my mother taught

me was how to take a punch

and to cook up base.

She taught my sister to suck dick

- and take it up the ass.

- My goodness.

Hans,

show Mary Poppins the way out.

If you'd been closer to your mother,

she might have taught you manners.

For instance, when a lady enters

the room, it is polite to stand up.

Do you think you could

stand up for me now, Mr Ryder?

Lady, I swear,

I don't know where she is,

Cat or her f***ing baby.

You can sit down now.

Ah! God!

Are you crazy?

God! OK, OK, OK.

I'll tell you all I know.

Hmm, well, unfortunately, with

a man of your low character -

and I don't mean to insult you

but you were brought up by a sodomy-

and fellatio-tutoring crack addict -

there's the possibility

that you might lie.

Lady, you got to trust me.

Well, that's one option.

Oh, no, no, no, lady!

Mr Carver? Officer Slobodan.

We have two young males.

OK. Pictures coming right up.

- We're gonna find your daughter.

- Politsia? Hah! They find nothing.

I agree with you wholeheartedly.

That's why you need

professionals like us.

We handle, er, how many cases

on the books, Anthony?

- One.

- Too many to count, really.

But we really feel that

we can find your daughter.

- Find her?

- Yes.

Who says Catalina disappear?

Like I already told woman.

What woman?

Woman policeman.

Name Virgin Woolf. Very nice.

I say my daughter never home.

Takes after mother.

All I have is broken condom

that turns into son here.

Hey! Hey!

So how much money

we talk about?

Er, not very much money.

Our fee is $400 a day

plus expenses.

And we'd need a $2,000 retainer.

How about 100 euros?

What, a day?

No, the whole thing.

Give me 100 euros,

I can help you find sister.

When she first start

f***ing for money,

I drive her a little bit

for, how you say, protection.

I could show you where I took her.

Her favourite client.

Maybe he knows where she is.

Look, the way this works

is that you would actually pay us...

- Here, take it.

- What are you doing?

- You have a car?

- You just paid him.

We could have got the retainer.

What are you doing, man?

I think

Pinocchio needs his nose clipped.

Oh, God!

And this will teach this little piggy

not to point.

That car is tailing us.

It has been since the pig farm.

They were snapping shots

of us.

Uh-oh. It could be the cops.

Whoop whoop-whoop whoop.

- Do you want me to lose them?

- Yes, I do.

OK, why are we going off the road?

- Tree!

- Left, left, left!

I think I peed a little bit.

Sh*t.

- Oh, damn, you all right?

- Yeah. You?

Yeah.

Yo, where's your boy at?

- Oh, man, he look dead.

- You OK?

Come on, man.

Shoulda wore that belt.

Come on, man. You all right?

You need a doctor.

We'll take a taxi.

Hello?

The fish that got away.

Has it been fried yet?

Er, don't worry.

We've got the borders sealed.

She'll hardly go to the police,

though we have friends there.

I'm not worried about the police.

You may be able to get away with

burying 5,000 people in a mass grave

but in America, a hint of scandal

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