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and you go to jail.
I got nothing to do with
that website, you know that?
I do know that.
But you got partners.
OK.
What am I supposed
to do about this warning?
Get out, now, yesterday if possible.
- I can't.
- Sure you can.
If by "I can't," you're referring
to this mess, let's talk about it.
How you boys doing tonight?
One of your ex-bouncers
was busted for drugs
a couple of months ago and told us
nephew of Nikita Sokoloff,
being murdered in your
living room five years ago.
Said bouncer also witnessed you
dumping the body in the ocean
off the coast of Catalina.
It's myjob to know when
people are lying to me, Jack.
He wasn't.
I have no idea what
you're talking about.
I guess that's what I'd say.
But I'm here to help you, so let me
tell you what I think happened.
You're out here, you got strong-armed.
I don't know, maybe you're
doing somebody a favor,
but you got here and realized you
could make a quick buck and get out.
But then you got partnered
with these idiots,
who now you can't trust because
they're hanging this Sokoloff thing
over your head. Listen, I don't
give a sh*t that Ivan is dead.
We, your government,
celebrates when a piece of sh*t
like this no longer breathes.
But this child pornography thing...
...that doesn't go away, Jack.
That's you in prison.
So, I mean, what am I supposed to do?
I mean, I can't go back in time.
You did your government a solid.
That's why you're getting the warning.
The rest is up to you to figure out.
- Honey!
- Diana, what's going on?
- They took him!
- What?
They took him!
Boys! Come on.
You call police, we kill your boy.
Better call your husband instead.
- Yeah?
- jack. I have your son.
Don't f*** around with me.
I will call you tonight
with what I want.
I got it. All right? I'm on my way.
Just don't do anything, all right?
Good.
- What the hell is this?
- This is the boy.
- What?
- This is boy from house.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- That's not Jack's kid.
That child is Mexican.
That's Alejandro, the maid's kid.
What is Mexican?
This is boy from house.
That's Alejandro! That's Alejandro!
- Wait.
- That's Alejandro!
- Wait.
- Hi, Alejandro.
You say it's not Jack's boy?
Nikita, do you not understand
the English that we're speaking?
This is the housekeeper's son.
His mother is the housekeeper.
This is a Mexican person.
We are Caucasian people, OK?
You think Jack's gonna
give a sh*t about this?
You know, he's gonna call the cops!
Hey, is it a bag of hammers or a bag
of hair that you have for brains?
It's a Mexican!
It's a Mexican boy.
- Shut up!
- We gotta get the f*** outta here.
- Did you send them...
- No, I got a bad feeling.
Sit the f*** down.
You are not going anywhere.
Where'd you find these people anyway?
OK, OK, OK! OK, OK!
I've done this before.
I know this man. He will pay.
- OK, OK.
- And if you f*** up...
...I swear I'll kill you.
You OK, Dad?
Yeah.
Come here.
I need you to do something for me, OK?
Sure.
Keep an eye on Mom, all right?
Got it? She loves you a lot.
Yes, sir.
OK.
OK?
Good boy.
I'm gonna get him back, Diana.
Why am I not surprised?
Because, Jack, you're a very smart man.
You've also always been
a very lucky man,
but, alas, your luck seems
to have run out on you.
I assume that's the money?
Let's focus on why we're here.
You're not gonna get sh*t from me
until I know the kid is safe.
Jack, we're not animals here. Of course.
And this'll make you happy.
That money's not going to me,
it's going to him.
Hey, buddy.
You all right? You sure? OK.
Let's go, all right?
Can he go now?
- Yeah, sure.
- Alejandro, just take a left.
Go down the hall.
Thank you for not hurting him.
- Why did you kill Ivan?
- I didn't kill anybody.
All right?
I promise, it was an accident.
You can ask them. They were there.
No, no, no.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
We had nothing
to do with that, Nikita.
- It was James, his bodyguard...
- He threatened my family.
It wasn't supposed
to go down that way, Nikita.
I know he was your nephew,
and this might not mean much,
but, look, I'm very sorry...
Easy there, we don't want him
signing contracts under duress.
Jack, there's really no need
for long conversation here.
I mean, you got the kid back, so why
don't you just sign these papers
and we're through.
What am I supposed to sign?
Every line that's
got your name next to it.
See, that'll certify that the
business now belongs to Nikita,
myself and the boys.
So with pen in hand,
would you like to write?
Nice.
Get out... now.
What am I supposed to do?
I mean, I can't go back in time.
Jerry?
Can I backdate this to last year,
so I don't get screwed paying a bunch
of taxes on money I don't even have?
What did... what did you ask?
May I backdate this?
Yeah, sure. I don't see what
difference it f***in' makes.
- Go ahead.
- Thank you.
You know, Jack, this is great.
I mean, straight up f***in' great.
I've been waitin'...
A long time I've been waiting...
You think you're
so f***in' cute cutting me out.
Well, now you got sh*t.
A piece of sh*t like that
couldn't be trusted.
No, no, no, no more killing.
- Come on, respectfully, please...
- Sit down.
One has to be careful
when he choose his partners...
...Mr. Harris.
You make good things for us
all these years.
Sometimes business
is more important than family.
Now, get out.
Clean up that mess.
So then Jack forced us to go
with him to dump the body.
Yeah, then he said if we
told anybody, he'd kill us.
Where did you dump the body?
Told you before, in the ocean.
Jack dumped the body in the ocean.
The ocean's the ocean.
The ocean's the ocean, huh?
Yeah, a**hole.
Alejandro!
- Where the f*** is my lawyer?
- Let's focus on why we're here,
'cause we're not here to talk about
dumped bodies and alleged murders.
We're here to talk about
child pornography.
Jack was just as much
a part of that as we were.
- Just as much as you?
- Absolutely.
He's OK.
We have a contract that Jack signed
selling his shares of the company
six months prior
to the Denny Z business,
but it's nice to know there's no
dispute regarding your involvement.
So thanks for that.
Come on, let's get you inside.
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