Middle Men
I had several million dollars
in a duffle bag
and had to go and see a bunch
of low-life Russian mobsters
who would most likely
cut my throat, take the money,
and kill an innocent kid
just for sport.
It doesn't get any worse than this.
But I had no one
to blame but myself.
I'm the one who put myself
and my family in this situation.
See, life's all about choices,
choices we keep telling
ourselves are for the greater good.
But somewhere deep inside,
we know they'll lead
to a place like this.
And it wasn't greed
or ego that got me here.
I'm here because of what
I had a hand in creating.
It wasn't something that would change
the world for the better,
it wasn't something that would
put me in the history books,
make me a household name
or get me a statue in a park.
But I did have a hand in creating
the greatest invention of our time.
I inadvertently changed
the world as we know it.
My name is jack Harris and I figured out
a better way for guys to jerk off.
Never in the history of the world
have the merchants of obscenity
had available to them the modern
facilities for disseminating this filth.
Men have been jerking off
since the beginning of time.
I mean, it's no secret.
Jimmy, I got your...
Oh, my God!
Why is this mother yelling at her kid?
She should know better.
Men are always thinking about sex.
About every ten seconds some sick,
perverted, degenerate thought
goes through a man's mind.
From the very moment a man figures out
his hand can reach his dick...
...he's figuring out
a new way to pull on it.
But what this country has truly lost
is its moral fiber.
Now, years ago, we had
heroes for our children.
This should come as no big surprise.
Every guy, gay or straight,
prince, pauper, kings,
heads of state, even presidents,
every last one of them is sneaking off
somewhere and whacking it.
This is the space shuttle.
It costs $450 million
every time it's launched by
Uncle Sam and your tax dollars.
Guess what's on it?
A billion dollar satellite.
And why do you think they're
launching that thing?
It's all part of the Internet.
But if you think it has anything to do
with helping your kids learn,
or Daddy reading stats on Tiger Woods,
or Mommy and Grandma learning how
to bake the perfect chocolate cake,
then you're out of your mind.
just follow the money.
The porn industry takes in over
$57 billion a year worldwide,
with no one ever admitting
that they watch.
This is going on every second
of every day, all over the world.
Gone are the days of trips to seedy
bookstores in the dead of night.
Or hiding in the adult section
of your local video store.
Or waiting for a plain
brown paper-wrapped package
to come in the mail.
Whatever you want to see is there
in your home or office, 24 hours a day.
And it's ready when you are.
Discretely, privately,
and in whatever flavor you choose.
Pure Americana.
No matter how many times I keep
rolling this over in my head,
I keep asking myself the same question:
How the hell did I let
things go this far?
Not that long ago,
things seemed so simple.
- Hey, babe.
- Hey.
- What you got for me?
- I got you a little of everything.
- Looks good.
- I'm starved.
Me, too.
I can always tell your fried chicken
from everybody else's.
- Is that right?
- What's the secret?
A chef doesn't divulge her secrets.
You know that.
You can tell me.
It's not like I'm a stranger.
You marry me, I'll tell you.
Give me your hand.
Diana...
...will you marry me?
Pepper.
Pepper what? That's the secret?
Are you kidding me?
- Sorry you signed your life away?
- No.
I was one of those guys living
in a Norman Rockwell painting.
And looking back, I had no idea
how happy I really was.
Now across the gulf of space and time,
on another planet called Los Angeles,
California, two men were about to
have a conversation that would
change the path of my life forever.
Hey, how do you sleep
in a chair like that?
What?
How do you sleep
in a f***ing chair like that?
Do you mean how do I sleep
with all your f***ing noise over there?
You know there's nothing
to jack off to on the Internet?
Watch a video, you degenerate.
Oh, I'm a degenerate?
I'm a degenerate?
You're the one who bought
all the videos in the first place
- and I'm a degenerate?
- You've watched these 1 00 times.
That's why you need new sh*t.
Yeah, you're a f***ing degenerate.
F*** you.
Don't get all high and mighty.
F*** me? F*** you!
Why don't you stop
smoking all these cigarettes
and doing all this f***ing coke!
I gotta work in the morning
and I can't sleep
- choking on all this f***ing smoke!
- You smoke, you a**hole!
Not when I'm sleeping.
And clean this place up.
It's like living
in a f***ing toxic waste dump!
Oh, great. Now I get to live
with Martha f***in' Stewart here?
If I was Martha f***ing Stewart,
you'd be jerkin' off in front of me
all f***in' day, you f***in' loser!
Don't call me a loser.
Don't call me a f***ing loser, b*tch.
- You're a f***ing loser.
- Don't call me a loser!
- Take it back!
- Don't you square off with me!
- I will kick your ass!
- Take it back!
You son of a b*tch!
- Take it back!
- F***ing...
What these two idiots don't know
is that they're less than a year away
from being worth millions
and millions of dollars.
And turning the Internet
into what it is today.
Maybe I should go back even further.
Buck Dolby moved out to LA
only a couple of months earlier
to join Wayne Beering.
These two were childhood friends,
and like everybody else,
were trying to figure out a way
to make it big and get rich.
The only problem was that
they had no plan whatsoever
on how to make their dream come true.
the perfect recipe for success?
As I was flying in here,
I noticed there was so much haze.
How do you deal with all this smog?
Oh, yeah, I don't really
go out that much.
Well, you have a job.
No, I've been collecting disability,
but it runs out in a few weeks.
- You hurt yourself?
- No, I fell.
- I told them I was gonna sue.
- What are you gonna do?
Oh, I don't know, but I feel
I'm on the verge of something.
Yeah? Me, too! I feel like
I'm on the verge of something.
It's like I got these ideas.
Theyjust keep rushing at me.
- Yeah.
- Like idea after idea after idea.
- It's like this waterfall.
- Yeah, it's like a cascade.
- Yeah, like...
- Yeah.
Like I said, they were idiots.
Well, that's not exactly true.
Believe it or not,
Buck was some kind of big-shot
rocket scientist at the age of 22.
He apparently has an IQ of 1 87,
although you'd never know it
talking to the guy.
Buck's favorite thing in the world to do
was spending weekends at NASA,
getting coked to the gills
and floating in space.
Needless to say, he got fired.
Sit. Sit. Sit.
From what I understand,
Wayne was a terrific veterinarian.
He even taught some classes.
- Who's the doctor here, you or me?
- You are, but...
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