Middle Men Page #7

difficult concept for me.

It was like I was living two

lives that were worlds apart.

As we became more

and more successful,

everything became a bigger look for us.

Our parties, our lifestyle.

It wasn't even about being smart.

You just had to be fun,

and you'd draw more and more sites,

which meant more and more money,

which meant bigger planes,

bigger buildings, bigger cars,

bigger houses.

And of course, bigger egos.

Jack, Jack!

- Can I take a picture with you?

- Sure.

- Hey, I'm a big fan.

- Oh, just with Jack.

- What's that?

- Just with Jack.

- Oh, OK. OK.

- Thank you.

- Have a great evening.

- Jack, Jack, over here.

- Can we get an interview for the AVN?

- Sure, yeah.

- Sorry, guys, just Jack.

- What's that?

It'll just take a second.

- We're gonna go over here, all right?

- We'll see you in there.

So tell me, what makes

I think what makes 24/7 so special is,

we take the product,

which is on one side,

and we make it accessible to the

consumer, who's on the other side.

We make the entire operation

totally discreet and professional.

And, you know, we never forget

that it's a business.

We make a real point of making sure

that we take good care of both

the content provider

and the content subscriber.

That's pretty much

how we try and do business.

- Thank you, Jack.

- You got it. Have a good night.

You know, the more time you spend

around all this stuff,

the more normal it becomes.

It's a world without any filters.

It may be crass and in your face, but

there is something very honest about it.

The outside world

seems strange and mundane.

You know that most of the

outside world is looking down on you,

but you also know

at the exact same time,

if they were really honest

with themselves,

they'd kill to be

on the inside with you.

There's Audrey Dawns.

Hottest newbie starlet in the biz.

After all these years,

everybody knew I was a family man.

But the second I saw her,

I knew that I was in trouble.

- Have you been on my site?

- I haven't, no.

Well, I'm not like your other sites.

I only do solo girl.

- Just me.

- What, do you got a guilty conscience?

Guilt? No. Hell, no.

I think people put too much

emphasis on guilt. You know?

Like, I bet if you ask

any one of those old-timers

in one of those old folks' homes,

they'll tell you

they regret the stuff they didn't do,

not the stuff they did.

- You only live once.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

- You ever feel like this partnership

isn't such a real partnership?

You mean like he's Mick Jagger

and we're a bunch of roadies?

Yeah. We made that motherf***er.

I'd like to be in business with you.

- That I might regret.

- Why do you say that?

'Cause I've been ripped off before.

That wouldn't happen with me.

- No?

- No, it wouldn't.

Any chance you could

get me the money

that's been ripped off

from me so far?

Don't worry about it. We're rich.

Well... rich and somebody's b*tch.

- Hey, Jack.

- Hi.

Things seem to be going very well.

Yeah. Yeah, things are good.

What are you doing here?

I have a large variety of clients.

Enlighten me here, Jack.

- Why did you cut me out?

- I didn't cut you out.

I gave you 200 grand up front,

before I even knew a deal

was in place. Didn't I?

- Yes. Yes, you did.

- OK.

But... just look... look at you now.

Jerry, you're under indictment.

Please. Please, that'll never stick.

'Cause you see, I'm... I'm just...

I'm extremely smart.

Just answer me, why are you...

Why are you still hangin' around?

I mean, it certainly isn't the money.

Lord knows you have enough.

You're not a greedy man, Jack.

And for damn sure, it ain't the p*ssy.

You... you're sort of a throwback.

You're actually a faithful

and happily married man.

So why, why is it?

Jerry, why don't you just

enjoy the party, all right?

- You think too much.

- I love... I love to think.

And I... I love to hear my brain

go clickity, clickity, click.

Good to see you.

Sure thing, Jack.

- You don't want any?

- No.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen, hey,

get a hold of yourselves here.

I wanna introduce you

to the legendary Denny Z.

Hey, hey, hey.

Denny Z was a bottom feeder

and a complete scumbag.

The kind of person you'd be

embarrassed to spend time with.

In this business, that's saying a lot.

Yeah, I have some real interesting

ideas on the site's future, man.

I want to set up a sick-ass portal

- for premium members.

- Oh, yeah.

You wanna let me finish?

F***ing cutting-edge sh*t, man.

- I like what I'm hearing so far.

- Yeah, it sounds brilliant.

- I haven't even said anything.

- Hey, hey. Let... Don't worry about it.

F*** the details.

I mean, the yak-yak-yak.

Let's try to make a deal here,

all right?

Denny Z, plus Haggerty,

plus Buck and Wayne added up

badly any way you looked at it.

They started their own secret deal

to make money behind my back.

But, in typical

Buck and Wayne fashion,

they had no idea what

they'd gotten themselves into.

- You got anymore vodka suppositories?

- Come on.

I hired some good new people,

got the place turned around,

then my friend couldn't come back to

take it back over, so now it's mine.

That's why he's got me.

See, if anybody steals from him,

I go and kick their ass.

I can't have any thieves

or crooks around here

because I'm too busy

stealing from Jack myself.

Like that motherf***er right there.

Excuse me.

Hey, dawg. What do you

think you're doing?

What you think you're doing?

- I'm doing myjob.

- I saw that sh*t.

All right, so let me guess.

You... you start

to go home less and less.

Your wife and kids

become total strangers,

and now you find yourself

lonely and confused

with a 23-year-old porn star.

Accurate?

Well, I mean, I wouldn't exactly

call myself an absentee father.

Sorry. I didn't mean to

strike a nerve or anything.

- That's OK.

- It's the oldest story in the book.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

It's a carbon copy

of my life growing up.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Absentee father working all the time.

A self-obsessed mother,

Eight Vicodins a day, drinks at noon.

Her idea of a

well-rounded conversation

usually consisted of questions like...

"Do I look puffy?"

I just think you are so much

better than this world that you're in.

What am I doing wrong, Diana?

Come on. You don't know?

What am I supposed to tell people?

I mean, how do you think I feel

that I can't tell anybody what you do?

Why is it important to you that you

can tell people what I do for a living?

Why is it not important to you?

That's what I wanna know.

What about our children? How do

you think they're gonna handle it

when they find out

what their daddy does?

Well, if they've been raised right,

which I think they have,

I just assume that they'll be OK,

which is all I care about.

Well, you haven't really been

raising them, have you?

Come on, you're never home, Jack.

How would you know if

they're being raised right?

Guess who that falls on?

I'm sorry about today in the car.

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