Critical Nexus Page #3

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so everyone will come

and get all energized.

What you think?

It's a cool idea, man,

but I don't know sh*t about websites.

My expertise is in the

area of losing money.

If you wanna lose money,

give me a call.

I got some work in the back.

Holler if you need anything.

This business is weird as hell.

In the first place,

the brother and sister are doing the nasty.

Their old man stated in his

will that older brother

and older sister would be cut out

if they were found to be having

an incestuous relationship.

That makes sense, I guess.

No it doesn't. What in all

f*** is the world

coming to when you

have to specify in your will

that your son and daughter

shouldn't bang each other?

Ya'll doing more talking

than lifting.

Hey, we are lifting

moral weights.

We don't hold it up,

all of civilization will collapse.

Hell, let it all fall.

And to top it off,

the guy I'm supposed to be spying on

turns out to be very well connected.

I mean, this is a pile of sh*t

that stacks as high

as a Senator's office.

No sh*t.

Which Senator?

The less you know, the

better for both of us.

But get this, now the guy says

his daughter is missing and he

contacted me to do the job.

If I didn't know

better, I'd say they

were trying to set me up.

So wait, Guy A is asking

you to spy on Guy B.

Except I don't

know who Guy A is.

Then Guy B calls you out of

the blue to find his daughter.

- That's about it.

- That's...

It's weird as hell.

But why would? -They

wouldn't, unless Guy A

thinks I can figure out who he

is based on what I know

- about Guy B.

- Can you?

Maybe.

(MUSIC)

I just think people want a

little left to the imagination

is all I'm saying.

Not on this site they won't.

Guys, this is the internet,

man everything is wide open.

And I mean that in

more ways than one.

Yeah, well how clever.

You know if they want to

see chicks in bikinis,

can't they just pick up

a Sports Illustrated?

That ain't what I'm saying.

The trick is, you want to

make it seductive, sexy,

leave people wanting more.

You guys gotta listen to me.

I'm an ad major, I know what sells.

He is an ad major, he has

a point.

The point to porn is objectification.

Ultimately what your doing

when you're jacking off to

that girl in the lingerie,

Brad, is you're stripping

her of that lingerie

and everything else and

you're making her yours.

No, dude, that's bullshit.

I mean, I just like just tits in my face.

Tits. Love it!

She's all your personal

failure right there to be

f***ed with your eyeballs. Why

do you think the money shot

always happens on the face?

Porn is all about getting even.

Yeah, but what do you

want to do with it?

Yeah, what does Dr. Freud

want?

Well, what people crave is intimacy,

right?

But not just physical

intimacy, they want to see

chicks in their most vulnerable

moments, in ways

that make them so low that

anyone can have them.

It's the basest and

most fundamental truth.

I mean these pictures are good,

Brad, but I don't feel any

connection to them. I don't feel shame or

sorrow. There's nothing dirty about 'em.

No one over the age of 14

would ever jack off to those.

Dude! That is f***ed

up.

I mean these pictures are kind of lame,

but...

I mean then you take

better pictures than that.

Come on, man, I had to

convince her to do it

and she didn't want to do

it in the first place.

Plus I promised her I wouldn't

show them to anyone.

I mean, come on, we can't

show these on the website.

Please.

Aw, come on, like

she would even know.

Man, a picture on the

internet is gonna be like

a needle in a million

f***ing haystacks.

But look, while you two a**holes

were jawing this to death,

I got it. We're going to

have different sections.

We're gonna have a section for nudes,

a section for lingeries,

a section for a little

sexier pics,

and we'll have a section for

whatever psychotic bullshit

your dick dreams up.

I'm getting more shots.

(SIGH)

Guess I'm gonna have

to cut it out of ya.

Is she that girl they found in that

Jewel parking lot this morning?

I wouldn't be that lucky.

But the guy says he wants

me to start looking ASAP.

He thinks she might

hurt herself.

That's how kids are these days.

You'd have to be crazy to act normal.

So why'd he call you

and not the cops?

You tell me. I don't

believe any of this

as far as I can

shove it up my ass.

Which ain't, mind you, very

far.

But I gotta cover my own back.

I need a favor.

(MUSIC)

(CAR DRIVING)

What the f*** are you doing?

Hello, Mr. & Mrs.

Jardine.

Has your daughter ever

expressed an interest in

the adult film business?

I'm here to help.

(SIGH)

F***.

(DOORBELL)

Mr. Parobek, glad you

could make it.

Actually, Mr. Parobek was called

away on an urgent matter

this afternoon. I'm Mark

Jameson. I'm his main assistant.

OK, come on in.

Great.

So, when was the last

time you saw Katie?

- Two and a half days ago.

- OK.

(PHONE RING) One second.

Yeah.

No. No.

No, listen, you tell

Jeff... OK.

I talked to him already,

alright. He knows he's gotta...

Listen, I'm right in the

middle of a meeting.

OK, I've gotta go, OK,

but don't forget what

I told you. Alright?

OK. Alright. Bye.

Sorry about that, alright.

I had a little urgent business there.

That's no problem.

So uh, what line of work are you in,

Mr. Jardine?

I don't think that matters

regarding this discussion, does it?

Well, it must be important.

Now you listen, Mr.

Jameson.

I don't appreciate that Mr.

Parobek didn't come by himself.

Now are you going to help

me find my daughter?

Or do I have to

get somebody else?

Look, sometimes we say things

just to piss our clients off

and they slip some

information. OK?

But listen, I can see you're on

the level, so let's see

if we can figure this

out. OK?

OK.

Now, did she leave a note?

No. A picture.

Of what?

Of herself.

Can I see that picture, please?

I'd rather you not.

Mr. Jardine, we need to see that picture,

don't you think?

OK.

(RUSTLING PAPERS)

That's interesting.

Mr. Jameson, I brought you

here to find my daughter,

not ogle over her body.

What do you think

"Critical Nexus" means?

That's why we brought you here.

Look, who took this picture?

I think she did. That was

her last obsession,

was photography, and I'm sure

glad she stopped doing that.

I can't get her off the

god damned computer now.

Can I see her room?

Sure.

We're about to take

this show on the road

so it's time I get to the

heart of my discontent.

(MUSIC)

It's the crossroads of

the little and the big.

The metaphorical and the real.

I know where I'm going,

but not how I'll get there.

And I know who'll come,

but I don't know your name.

I don't ever want to

know anyone's name.

(SIGH)

And to that one viewer who's

getting a little too demanding,

knock it off. Critical

Nexus is my blog.

If you want to call the

shots, start your own.

The web is a free

country, so if I ban you,

I'm sure you'll find a way back

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