Middle Men Page #10

What happened? What did he do?

Maybe if you were around

a little bit, you'd know.

Our oldest son, Michael, decided he

didn't care for his grades that semester

so he hacked into the school's computer

system and changed them to his liking.

Now, even though

our marriage was over,

Diana and I always came together

for our children.

Even if we couldn't be a couple,

we were always gonna be a family.

So, we went to visit the

headmaster at the school.

And after some serious discussion,

and a generous donation

to the new gymnasium,

he decided to drop the charges.

What did you have in mind?

But that wasn't enough.

The Houston District Attorney,

Frank Griffin,

decided to proceed with the charges

anyway. So I paid him a visit.

Hi. Excuse me. I'm sorry, sir.

Do you have an appointment?

Sir. Excuse me, sir.

- Jack Harris.

- Sorry, Mr. Griffin. He walked past.

That's OK, gingersnap.

- May I?

- Please.

Thanks.

So... my lawyers

tell me we need to talk.

I know who you are and I'm not gonna

change my position, Mr. Harris.

Your son's committed a very serious

crime, and although he may be a minor,

the state of Texas intends to prosecute

him to the full extent of the law.

Mr. Griffin, he's just a kid.

He made a stupid mistake

and I've reprimanded him, severely.

With all due respect, sir, the school

doesn't even wanna press charges.

Do we really need to go

forward with all this?

Harris, let me lay it all out for you.

There are people, voters,

upstanding people,

to whom I am responsible.

I have to answer to them.

And they want to see him

tried for this?

Well, maybe the acorn doesn't

fall too far from the tree.

So that's what this is all about?

This is more about me than my son?

We all know what you do for a living.

You deal in pornography.

- I run a billing company.

- But you deal with pornography.

Like any hotel chain,

like any satellite or cable company.

- I'm just a middle man.

- I'm not gonna play semantics.

You're a pornographer. You peddle

pornography over the Internet.

I think we're getting off the subject.

Let's focus on why we're here.

What's this?

Here, I'll give you a hand with it.

Let's see, OK.

Yeah. YoungTightPussy.com.

SplendorInTheAss.com.

BlacksOnBlondes.com. This is

your billing record, Mr. Griffin.

Take a look at it.

Now, God forbid this

should wind up in here

and fall into the wrong hands.

It'd be on the cover

of tomorrow's paper.

Can you imagine what that would

do to a campaign in this city?

Especially the campaign

of a man whose voter base

is a bunch of good, God-fearing

Christian conservatives?

I mean... that'd be terrible.

You realize you just attempted

to blackmail an officer of the court

and a publicly elected

Texas state official?

And it worked.

I'm assuming you can

clear up this mess.

I'll be glad to handle this

bump in the road for your son.

- Great.

- Can I count on your vote next year?

You got it.

The power of the

Internet is truly amazing.

Well, come hell or high water,

you get it done, don't you?

I try.

There's a part of me that hates

what you did to that man.

There's also a part of me that just...

I miss being protected

by you like that.

Oh, God, I'm confused.

- I'm sorry you feel that way.

- Just get out, Jack.

I'll call you when I get there.

When I was looking for dirt on the DA,

I came across this site here.

- It's a Denny Z site.

- Yep.

- You're not gonna like this.

- What?

It's under Buck and Wayne's domain.

- Sh*t.

- It gets worse.

With glass d*ldos?

We can make that happen.

- And I'll personally hire Santa.

- We have developed a new...

Are you out of your f***in' mind?!

What the f***'s wrong with you?

Underage girls!

- Where is he?!

- We didn't know. I didn't know.

- Jack!

- He's at the Reseda house,

where they shoot everything.

Come on, we were gonna tell you.

We were in way over our heads!

Jack, Z f***ed us!

Denny Z f***ed all of us!

What the f*** are you doing, man?

F***ing son of a b*tch!

I'll have you f***ing killed, you prick!

Get the f*** out of my house!

What the f*** are you gonna do?

What the f***?

F***!

Son of a b*tch! Call 91 1 !

Cocksucker!

Hey.

What's up with you?

You know, I used to sit

at the table with my family.

Is this the old-fashioned Jack?

Old-fashioned?

Families are old-fashioned?

I think families are overrated.

You ever get the feeling that there's

a part of ourselves we just turn off?

- Which part is that?

- I feel like it's the part that...

...tells us this kind of

behavior is wrong.

Some of the things that we're doing...

You're gonna start moralizing?

No.

Jack, you have made all this money

because of all the horny,

frustrated guys out there

who have to jerk off because

their wives or their girlfriends

don't treat them right. So...

so I become their little fantasy girl

for five bucks a pop and make 'em

forget for a fleeting f***in' instant

that their wives and kids can't

stand the f***in' sight of them.

So, no, I don't have guilt for that.

You're lucky.

And my soul is perfectly f***ing intact.

- That's good.

- Yeah.

You know what I'm starting to think?

I'm starting to think

you're full of sh*t.

You are so f***ing full of sh*t.

I don't f***in' need to be here.

Why? Tell me why,

why do I have to be here?

So you can get a call in the middle of

the night from your f***ing bitchy wife,

your f***ing Texas bitchy f***ing wife,

saying that one of your

spoiled f***ing kids

can't make it to the prep school

f***ing homecoming?

Your bags are packed, Audrey.

Why?

We don't belong anywhere

near each other, that's why.

I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean

what I said about your family.

I'm sorry, Jack. Just, please

don't do this to me. Please.

Please, please.

Please don't do this to me.

I'll do what you want.

I'll do whatever you want me to do.

I'll be whatever you

want me to be, Jack. Please.

Can't.

Fine. Fine.

F***ing fine!

- Yeah?

- jack, it's Allmans.

- I gotta see you.

- Can it wait?

It can't wait an hour.

Thanks for coming, Jack.

You wanna lift up your arms for me

if you wouldn't mind, please?

Why?

I just gotta make sure

you're not wearin' a wire.

Why the hell would I wear a wire?

Have a seat, Jack.

I'm here to help you.

I just can't risk getting

compromised in that process.

Forgive me for takin' the

battery out of your phone here.

You're a stand-up guy, Jack.

Your country owes you.

Case in point, two nights ago,

several top-ranking terrorists

were taken out in a fire fight

in Afghanistan.

Several arrests

were made in Europe, Indonesia.

All told about 1 00 rounded up.

And in no small part, thanks to you.

So when I found out about this other

thing, the least I could do is warn you.

Warn me about what?

One of our

investigators has confirmed

the use of underage girls

on one of your websites.

- Jesus.

- Yeah, it's bad, Jack.

Any way you cut it,

it's child pornography,

which means you're indicted

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