Middle Men Page #5

- And that was your idea?

- Yeah.

- Well, that's a great one.

And that's a way

to make money long term.

We just need to figure out

a way to facilitate a transaction

between the two parties.

That's where I lost you.

What do you mean by that?

- I don't understand this bullshit.

- All right.

Imagine you got a basement...

anywhere in the world.

Down in this basement,

you got a couple guys

with cameras and some girls.

How about they're Asian girls?

Fine, Asian girls.

Are you with me so far?

Imagine you're a guy that likes

to watch Asian girls online.

Are you gonna give

your credit card number

to some pornographer in Thailand?

And what would it show up as

on your credit card statement?

The divorce rate is high enough

in this country,

without wives opening up

the monthly statement

and seeing that their husband

bought something like

FilthyAsianWhores.com.

We could have hundreds of sites,

maybe even thousands,

all under some nondescript name?

Exactly, and if I'm a customer

and I get my credit card statement

at the end of the month

- and it says something like...

- BigTits.com.

Right. I might have

buyer's remorse because

my wife's not gonna be very happy,

but if it says something like...

- ...24/7 Billing Company...

- I like that.

...nobody knows what that means.

It's safer for everybody involved.

It's a win/win situation.

The consumer gets what they want,

the content provider get what they want,

and we make ten percent

by handling the transaction.

We're just the middle men.

So we take a cut from the people that

are already out there making this stuff,

- wherever they are.

- Right.

Oh, my God!

That's... that's limitless.

I mean, that is

an insane amount of money

- we're talking about right now.

- Potentially.

It could have no downside. I mean,

except for your Russian partners.

Yeah.

OK, so how do you think

Haggerty fits in?

- I'm not so sure about Haggerty.

- Why? He put us together.

I mean, that'd be kind of shitty

to cut him out now, don't you think?

Haggerty's gonna be

indicted any minute now, OK?

He's got federal agents all

over him pretty much all the time.

That's the truth.

He didn't tell us

he was gonna be charged.

Yeah, well, I just think this business

is questionable as it is,

and it would be unwise to team up

with somebody who is under indictment,

unless you want Feds all over you, too,

which I don't think you do.

No. I think what you're saying

makes sense. I just feel...

I don't know, not right about it.

You know? The guy's saving our life.

Yeah, well, I'd be the one

dealing with the Russians, OK?

It wouldn't be Haggerty.

It would be me. I'd be the one at risk.

The next morning, I flew back to LA.

I made a deal with Buck and Wayne that

we wouldn't provide a frame of content.

We were just gonna be the middle men.

And then I did the right thing.

I took care of Haggerty

after pulling a favor from

my buddy at the Hard Rock.

- So, what's this?

- That's $200,000. Now, you're out.

Wait a... wait a minute.

Excuse me. I'm out?

Yeah. These guys are lunatics.

Wanna take care of them?

Gimme the money back.

- Wait a minute. Just hold it.

- What's it gonna be, Jerry?

Nice. I'll... I'll take the money.

- Yeah? Great.

- I'll take it, yeah.

After I had Haggerty taken care of,

I had Buck and Wayne

have the Russians call me.

They said they owed $400,000,

so I pulled 450 to avoid

any bad feelings in the future.

The deal was, I'd be out in a year.

I figured with the potential

of the business,

I'd make enough money in that time

to provide for my family...

...for the rest of our lives.

Within an hour, some big

Russian named Ivan was at my door.

Ivan, Jack Harris.

Can I get you a drink or anything?

I'm not here to socialize.

OK, I'm just trying to be friendly.

I'm not your f***ing friend.

Where's my money?

Your money?

I thought this was Nikita's money.

My uncle. Family money, our money,

that these two shitheads owe to us.

You pay this to me, or...

...maybe I take little boy

on boat trip, huh?

Or... maybe I speak out of turn.

Let's... let's focus on why we're here.

Here's the cash. Feel free to count it.

It's all there.

That's everything they owe you,

plus 50 for your troubles.

OK. OK, this is good.

This is good. We make deal.

- No!

- F***! James! Jesus.

He threatened Michael.

I couldn't let that go.

Good punch. Boom.

It's good. Good, very good.

Now, everybody is friends.

Come, come, come.

It's OK. No, no, no.

No, no. Come on. It's OK.

You come, we drink.

What, you don't drink?

Boom. Boom.

Could you do me a favor,

call your uncle first.

Just let him know everything's settled.

It is not necessary.

I am happy, he is happy.

No, I understand.

It's just, it's a lot of money.

I'm sure he'd like to know

that it's been collected.

And I know it would help my partners

sleep a little easier at night.

Thanks. I'll pour you a drink.

It is machine.

I'll give him a try later. Thanks.

Where is he?

You, you. Look at you. I like you.

I like you. You, you make me laugh.

Look, look at him.

He is like puppy. Puppy.

Jesus Christ. F***, is he dead?

You're not a doctor,

maybe he's not dead!

I'm not a doctor, but I can tell

you this motherf***er's dead.

How f***ing hard

did you punch him?

I don't know, Jack. I punched

him like I always punch 'em.

- I'm sorry, Jack.

- You're a murderer.

What are we gonna do now?

What are we gonna do?

We're not gonna do anything. We don't

mention this to anybody ever. All right?

- What about the money?

- We gave it to him.

The guy's dead. What do you...?

He... he's floating down at

the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.

Right, but they don't know that,

so that's how we need to keep it.

- Understand, Wayne?

- What the f*** are you talking about?

They were supposed to get

the money three hours ago!

- They didn't get their money!

- We gave him the money.

He disappeared with it.

End of story. Right?

But what if they still want it?

We do what we'd do in that situation.

We tell them to go f*** themselves

'cause we paid 'em.

- It's not our problem.

- No, no, no, no.

You need to wake up

and come to school, all right?

What you're gonna have

to do is go out

and buy a GLOCK nine millimeter

and sleep with it under your pillow.

- Wayne...

- Otherwise, you're gonna wake up

with your a**hole

choking up on a baseball bat.

- Wayne!

- It's true, Buck! It's true, Buck!

- Jesus Christ.

- I say we just pay 'em.

You want to pay 'em twice?

Does that make sense?

- We didn't pay the first time!

- Right, but they don't know that!

You're a dick!

If we're too eager to pay again,

they're gonna know something's wrong.

They're gonna know we did

something with him. Understand?

How do you figure that?

You just pay them and they go away!

Look, I've tried to make it

as simple and as clear

as I can to you guys, all right?

I'm done talking about it.

We're all accessories to murder,

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