All language subtitles for She Hate Me (2004).en

(♪)

What you want?

The usual?

The usual, Ahmad.

Here you go, sir.

All right.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

WOMAN: Hi, Vada.

Vada, I'll take those.

No, Millie.
He owes me from last week.

You can settle that
some other time.

Thank you.

You look cute.

Coffee's here,
Mr. Armstrong.

Millie, how many times
do I have to tell you?

Coffee is a drink.

A latte is an experience.

So's a month in Tahiti.

Take that down to Margo
for me, please.

There's one left.

Oh, that's
for you, sweetie,

to sip as you sail
to, uh, Tahiti.

Dr. Schiller?

Dr. Schiller?

(GERMAN ACCENT)
Oh, John, sorry.

Are you all right?

Just thinking
about Prexelin.

What's this?

Raspberry latte.

That's your
favorite, right?

So it is.

Thank you.

To Prexelin.

Tell me, John,
are you married?

You know I'm not.

That's right.

You're the one

with the self-imposed
bachelor term limits.

I believe 31
was the magic number.

A man should be married
by the age of 31,

thus ensuring himself
to be young enough

to enjoy playing with his kids,

yet old enough,
at the same time,

and, we presume
mature enough,

to provide
for said family

a modicum of luxuries,

as well as boundless
emotional support.

Well said.

Somewhat clinical,
but well said, nonetheless.

There's only
one problem, though.

What's that?

Well, I'm 30 years old,

the youngest VP
at Progeia.

I make great money,

but I'm not sure
I'd like to be married.

And I'm not sure

if I'd like to be
married with kids.

I worked hard for my career...

Get married, John.

Have kids. Lots of them.

As many as you can afford.

Careers aren't real,

especially ones
like ours.

You put your whole life
into your work, your company,

then one day...

it's all for naught.

(IN GERMAN)
All for nothing.

(IN ENGLISH)
Would you
excuse me, please?

I have several things
to attend to.

Sure thing.

I apologize, Dr. Schiller.

John...

not to know is bad.

Not to wish to know
is worse.

That's a non-sequitur,
isn't it?

African proverb,
I believe.

I've never heard
that one before, sir.

Find a wonderful lady,

wed her, and have
lots of kids.

Will do.

Thank you.

Auf Wiedersehen!

Help!

Help!

MAN: What the hell's
going on?

WOMAN:
What is going on?

Oh, shit!

WOMAN: What happened?
WOMAN 2: Where are you going?

(SHOUTING CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN:
What's going on?
What's going on?

WOMAN 3:
Oh, my God!

WOMAN 4:
What the hell happened?

(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

JACK: Call an ambulance!

Go call an ambulance!

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

(PHONES RINGING,
INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Margo, what the hell
is going on?

Dr. Schiller just flew
out of his office window.

Maybe he's the smart one.
They fucked us, Jack.

Who are they?
They hung us out to dry,

and they fucked us
where it hurts.

Margo, please, listen.
Look, Dr. Schiller is dead.

I don't know what happened.
He slipped, jumped, something.

Do you think I give a fuck
about that Kraut?

I'm talking about Prexelin!
Now, we just got word.

The FDA is rejecting it.

The RTF letter
is in the mail.

RTF?

Refuse To File.
Now, I'm so sorry

your little
Nazi friend is dead,

but we've all got
way bigger problems.

And I said "we."

Margo Chadwick?

Yeah.

Yeah. Go back to work.

Everybody, just stay
calm, please.

May we?

Sure.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Jack?

Fucking detective

said his death will probably
be ruled a suicide.

I mean, the fucking Kraut
jumped out the fucking window.

Does he think that I asked his
secretary to give him a push?

You've been
drinking, Margo?

Oh, yes, I have,
and I'm not done yet.

Knocked a few back myself.

Yeah, well, we'd both
better be sober in the morning.

Fucking Powell
is flying in from Europe.

This shit is already
getting worldwide press.

Go home, Jack.

Get some sleep.

Let me give you a head's up,
you start selling.

Hey, Jimmy, what the hell
is going on here?

And who the hell are they?
Mr. Armstrong.

I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.

Why are you shredding papers?
None of your business.

You answer to me!
But not today.

You remember that!

Now, you tell me
what the hell is going on!

What the hell is...?
Jim...

You... What the hell
is wrong with you?

Open this door!

Jimmy, you'd better... Jimmy!

All right.

All right.

All right. Okay.

You want to play
like that, fine.

Don't let this suit
fool you, Jimmy!

You throw me out...

and you'd better know this,

Powell and Chad
are gonna hear this!

You rest assured of that, Jimmy!

February 10th.

Leland Powell named new CEO.

Took huge
financial write-off...

to restructure company.

Way more than needed.

Trying to make himself
look good.

I don't trust him.

April 1st.

Powell lied
at board meeting.

Reported $100 million
in quarter profits

when the real numbers
are significantly less.

First quarter.

Powell borrowed 200 million
from company account.

One hundred million
went to pay margin calls.

Fifteen million
to build private golf course.

Eighty-five million
for silent-partner purchase

of Prexelin stock.

May 9th.

FDA is fighting us
on the results of testing.

Fear they will reject Prexelin.

With $300 million
in profit losses projected,

a downgrade is looming.

June 5th.

Powell tipped silent partner
to FDA rejection.

They cash out $350 million
in company stock.

Should call
the Ethics Commission.

If only I was a whistle blower
and weren't a coward.

Thank you, gentlemen...

ladies.

Mr. Powell?

Sorry I'm late, sir.

John, so nice of you to join us.

Unfortunately,
the meeting just ended.

I'll bring you up to speed
in my office.

John, you see this crease
between my eyebrows?

Yes, sir.

That comes from worry.

You're not going to deepen
the crease, are you?

No, sir.
I'll try not to.

Shit!
I'm in Powell's doghouse.

You're in mine too.
I heard you saw

the documentation retention
party last night.

That's a very nice way of
phrasing "destroying evidence."

He's locking down
the 401Ks, Jack.

What?

Until further notice,

employees won't be permitted

to sell any personal stock
in Progeia.

Leland feels,
and the board agrees,

that this will give
a public perception

that Progeia remains
a rock-solid investment

with unlimited growth potential,

and, of course,
Prexelin leading the way.

I thought the FDA...

Perception, Jack.
Business is perception.

Do you have
any fucking idea

how much money
is gonna be made

by the first company
with the vaccine for AIDS?

Now, this is your boss

making a sound business decision

in the best interest
of our company.

The American public
is not stupid.

They're not gonna buy this.

The American public
are a bunch of fucking morons.

You know it and I know it.
They will buy whatever we sell.

Now, look, Jack,
are you with us?

Of course I'm with you.

But I want you to know
for the record

that I think locking up
the 401Ks is a dumb-ass idea.

What the fuck do you care?

This doesn't affect us!

That's even worse!
I mean, for God's sakes!

Are you gonna go along
with Powell on this?

Yes! I'm falling right in line.

It's fucking necessary!
And I recommend you do the same.

Now get behind this, Jack.

We are family
and family protects its own.

Get the fuck out of my office.

Fine.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

Amen.

(DIALING)

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Hello.

MAN:
Turn on New York 1.

What?

FEMALE REPORTER:
...Securities
and Exchange Commission

is launching
a probe today

into possible
ethics violations

at upstart pharmaceutical
company Progeia.

Unnamed sources say the probe
will be wide-ranging,

and could even include

an investigation
into possible insider trading

among several
high-level Progeia executives.

Already reeling
from the suicide

of Dr. Herman Schiller,

Progeia is now facing
a public-relations nightmare.

The company
is trying to maintain

its public trust

in the face
of pending FDA approval

of its long-awaited
HIV AIDS vaccine, Prexelin.

MAN:
I need an answer
and I need it quick.

Are you gonna work with us?
Hey, who is this?

Hello? Who is this?

(DIAL TONE)

Good morning, Gail.

I'm sorry, Mr. Armstrong.
Um...

I can't let you through.

What do you mean,
you can't let me through?

I have strict orders.

Orders from who?

The management.

All right, Gail, look,

whoever told you
I can't go through,

why don't you tell them
to meet me in my office?

MARGO:
Jack.

Margo, look,
I'm still

vice-president
of this company.

No, you were vice-president.

Friends of yours, huh?

Bad boy, Jack.

So, what?
Am I being terminated?

Actually,
you terminated yourself.

That phone call...

bad idea.

Oh, come on, Jack,
don't get ugly here.

Go home.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hey, Vada, I told you, man,
I'm not going to some damn...

Damn.

Still fine.

Fatima?

Hey, Jack.

You gonna invite me in?

Oh, Jack, that's Alex.
Alex, say hello to Jack.

Hello, Jack.

Wow. This is fantastic.

I love your new furniture.

See, Alex, I told you
he had great taste.

Yeah, well,
everything you bought for us,

I sent to the Salvation Army.

Fatima, what the hell
are you doing here?

What?

I came to see an old friend.
You're not happy to see me?

Well, the last time
I saw you,

you fucked me up, down,
and all the way around.

Honestly, Jack, that was,
like, four years ago.

You're not over that yet?

Over it? Woman,
I was in love with you!

And I was in love with you.

But things change.

People change.

They evolve.

I evolved.

You evolved into bed
with another woman?

You have never let me
explain that.

So who is this?
Your new little plaything?

Jack, honestly.

Miss Brazilian bombshell,

you the little flavor
of the month?

Hey, cabrón.

I'm not Brazilian.

I'm Dominican.

So, what
do you want, Fatima?

Why the hell are you here?

Actually, I'm glad you asked.

I want you to be
the father of my child.

Jack?

This shit.
Hello?

Okay, do you remember
when were in college

and we both said that
we wanted to be settled down

by the time we were 31?

Well, I turn 31 next month.

I meant...together.

Well, that wouldn't have worked
and you know it.

You snore,

and you leave your boxers
on the floor,

and you turn the channel
to Sports Center

when I'm watching the news,

and I...

It just wouldn't have worked,
that's all.

So, what do you say?

What do I say?
Try a sperm bank.

Please, that is like shopping
for Gucci at Wal-Mart.

There's no guarantee
you're gonna get pregnant,

and if you do, you don't know
what you're getting.

His bio could say
that he's 6'5", 220,

with a Ph.D. from Oxford,

and in reality,
he smokes, he's bald,

he's toothless, ugly,
with an IQ of 65.

Try adoption.

Do you have any idea
how hard it is

for same-sex parents
to adopt?

Come on, Jack,
you gotta do this for me.

I don't gotta do
a goddamn thing for you.

We'll pay you.

We? Did Miss Manny Ramirez
say "we"?

Yes.

Did I not mention to you
that Alex and I

would both like
to get pregnant, together,

at the same time.

We're feeling maternal.
JACK: Oh, my God.

This is some sick shit.

FATIMA:
Who are you calling?

Bellevue, 8th floor,

because you have lost
your damn mind!

The average male

has 66 million sperm
per millimeter of semen.

All we're asking you for is two.
Dos.

That's not too much
to ask for, is it?

How do you know
it's the optimum time

for the both of you
to get pregnant?

Well, we both took
our Donna saliva test.

And the time is right.

Besides, women
who live together...

Straight or gay...

...gay or straight,

over time, will menstruate
and ovulate on the same cycle.

T.M.G.D.I.

That's too much
goddamn information.

Like I said...
we'll pay you.

We need that man-milk.

Money talks
and bullshit walks.

In case you're wondering,
that's 5000 dollars...

in cash...

Each.

Apiece.

Per sperm recipient.

Wait. Hold on.

But you're lesbians, right?

We're businesswomen.
We're businesswomen.

Jack, I want you
to look this over.

Now, sweetie,

I know that you're clean,

but for Alex's sake,
we're gonna need a copy

of your most-recent
medical history.

I mean, a clean bill of health.

No HIV-1 or -2,
Hepatitis B,

or any of the other
sexually transmitted diseases.

And, uh, Jack...

no drugs.

And I hope you've got
a full tank.

'Cause we want
every gallon you've got.

Fatima,
I can't do this.

Conference call's ready, sir.

Big five on line one.

Gentlemen, I know you're busy,
so I'll be brief.

Through no fault of our own,

Progeia has come under fire
from the SEC.

The culprit in this crisis

is one of our most valued
and trusted employees,

John Armstrong,

for it was through
his self-serving agenda

that this wave of corruption
and unethical business practices

grew into a mushroom cloud
right under our very...

noses.

Gentlemen,
this is a courtesy call.

Beware of Mr. Armstrong.

He's bright, charming,
highly-driven and slick.

In my open-mindedness,

I do employ members
of the darker nation.

I have no doubt
that at this very moment,

he's on his way over
to seek employment with you.

I wouldn't want
what's happened to Progeia

to happen to you

in your compassionate attempt
to reach your minority quota.

We are a family, gentlemen.

And family protects its own.

Thank you.

Let's go, Margo.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

Quiet down.

Excuse me.

Can I have
your attention, please?

(CHATTERING QUIETS)

On behalf of myself
and the board of directors,

I appreciate you giving me
the opportunity to address you.

Many of you were a lot wealthier
in the past week,

but now because of a sudden dip
in Progeia stock,

you are concerned

about the college education
for your kids,

maybe the mortgage
on your house,

your retirement fund,
I mean, whatever it may be,

and for that
I'm truly, incredibly...

deeply sorry.

But we are going to get it back.

Ahem.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I need to know
if you are, uh...

on crack?

If so, that's okay,

because that would help
to explain a lot.

If you're not,
you might want to start,

because it's gonna be
a long time

before any of us
ever trust you again.

Is fucking Enron
or Worldcom hiring?

Sir, we are all under
a lot of strain here,

and, of course,
we're still mourning

the loss
of our beloved colleague,

Dr. Schiller,

But I do appreciate
your honest comments.

One last thing
I would like to add

before I get back to work
for you,

and you,
and you, and you,

to bring this stock
back up to where it belongs...

Whoo!

There is no truth to the rumors

about the unethical behavior
of John Henry Armstrong.

He remains, still,

a valued,
vital asset to this company.

Despite the FDA,

we firmly believe
that Prexelin

will end the scourge of AIDS
on this planet.

That is our mission,
gentlemen...

and ladies.

God bless you all,

and God bless America.

WOMAN:
This is outrageous!

(WORKERS CLAMORING ANGRILY)

MAN:
I like a little Vaseline
when I'm getting fucked.

(PUNCHING BUTTONS)

(BEEPING)

Come on.

What?

What?
Where's my card?

Mr. Armstrong,
how are you today?

I'll be better

if you can give me
some answers.

Well, I will do my best.
Please, be seated.

What can I do to help you?
Well, Mr. Jennings,

I just came from the ATM
where it ate my card.

Mr. Armstrong, I'll take care
of that right away.

Ay!
Good.

So, what you need is the bank
manager to help you out.

Let's see
what I can do here.

Mental midgets running
around out there, I...

Well, let me just override this.

It seems as if
there's some sort of a, uh...

Is everything okay?

Mr. Armstrong,
I'll be right back.

Is there something wrong?

Back in a jiffy.

Hey, can I talk to you...?

John, please be seated.

This is highly irregular.

There seems to be
a small problem.

Well, what kind of
small problem, Clive?

John, actually, you might say
it's a big problem.

Give me a straight answer.

John, your account is frozen.
What?!

Your account, assets,
everything. Frozen.

I've been
all around this city

trying to get interviews
with people

who were trying
to steal me from Progeia

and now they won't even
answer my phone calls!

Now, I want my money
and with the quickness!

No reason to raise your voice.
This is a bank.

The motherfuck, a bank!

Now, I want my money right now!

Calm down, please.
No, fuck calm down!

Look, I'm about to go Mike Tyson

and postal up
in this bitch

if you don't
give me my money!

All right?
Security!

I worked hard
for my money!

I can't give you
the money!

I went to Harvard and Wharton.

I'll sue!

I'll sue you!

You don't fucking know
who you're messing with!

I'm John Henry Armstrong!

(♪)

(JACK GRUNTING,
MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Take my money!

(CONTINUES MUTTERING)

Come back and take everything!

This form says that I waive
all my parental rights.

(SIGHS)

Well, of course so,
silly man.

Did you think
you were gonna be the dad?

Look, I'm sorry.

I'd like to help you out,
but I can't do this.

Really?
Yes, really.

'Cause on the NiggerNet,

it says that you
just got canned

and that your current
net worth

is somewhere between zero
and the gross national debt.

Now, you're gonna need
some serious cash flow

if you plan on continuing
this lifestyle.

Do we get the sperm
or not? Sign it.

Fine.

Good.

Now, drop your drawers
and let's get to work.

Okay.

Okay, now,
what the hell is this?

What?
That.

It's a turkey baster.

You're not poking
that thing inside of me.

I don't do dick.

Don't look at me.

I want it
the old-fashioned way.

No, you're not.
Yes, I am.

No!
Alex.

You're not!

(BOTH SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

Listen to me.
You promised.

I will do this the way
that I want to do it.

Fat, you promised me.
I know what I promised.

So you want to do this?

It is a woman's
prerogative

to change her mind.

Did you come here to make a baby
or did you come here to get...

You know what?
Forget it.

I knew...
I knew you'd get it twisted

and flip the switch on me.

All right.

Fucking unbelievable.

I'll wait in the living room.

Good.

(FATIMA MOANING)

(♪)

(RINGING BUZZER)

You woke Kwame.

I'm sorry.

Jack, man, do you realize

that Lucy and I haven't had
a full night's sleep

since the baby was born?

How is Lucy?

Jack, do you still have a key
to this house?

Yeah.

Next time, please use it.

You're not in trouble,
are you?

Are you kidding?

Choir boy couldn't
spell trouble

if you spotted him
the T-R-O.

No, Mama, I'm fine.
I'm not in any trouble.

I did lose my job, though.

You lost your job?

I don't believe it.

You ain't been unemployed
since you were 14.

Jack, what happened?

Good night, you all.

Good night, Lucy.
I'm sorry.

Come on.
Come tell me about it.

How on earth
did you lose your job?

I don't know.

So I reported it.

I knew I should've
just let it go,

but, Mom...it affected
too many people.

Ethics violations?

Well...

tell the truth,
shame the devil.

I think you did the right thing.

Right thing?

I only caused
an SEC investigation,

lost my job,
and ruined my entire career.

Seems like doing right
just ruined my life.

Why don't you go downstairs
and talk to G about it.

Which one of theses fools
jumped out the window?

He did.

And he's not a fool.

He was a great man.

So that's
the story, Dad.

I think I messed up.

No, you did good, son.

You just gotta deal, now.
No time for the bullshit.

How are you doing?

Don't worry about me.

You stay strong...

'cause these motherfuckers

are gonna come after
your natural black ass.

You think so?

Oh, shit, yeah.

You fucked with the money.

It's gonna be cold-blooded.

How was your last
checkup, Dad?

Phew.
This diabetes is a bitch.

My sugar count's up.

Me and your mama, oh, boy.

It's rough, man.

Mama.

Look, I don't blame
your mother.

I just feel bad
that I'm holding her back.

Nobody wants to be a burden.

How can the great
Geronimo Armstrong

be a burden?

Shit, your mama would have left
my diabetic ass

a long time ago
if I wasn't all fucked up.

That's the only thing
that keeps her here.

So I just keep to myself
down here in the basement

and try to stay
out of the way.

Since I don't have
a gig anymore,

I'll come by and spend
more time with you.

No, you better take care
of your own ass, man.

I'm telling you,
them motherfuckers don't play

when you start
fucking with the money.

All right?

If I was you...

I would get
some legal representation

with the quickness.

Hey, Doak. Ça va?

Ça va. Et toi?
Uh, Mr. Armstrong...

Uh, comment on
dit en anglais?

There are gentlemen
here to see you.

I don't know why.

Mr. Armstrong,
Agent Flood,

Securities and
Exchange Commission.

You have now
been served.

(CHUCKLES)

Maybe it's good news.

My father,
Geronimo Armstrong,

highly recommended you.

Tell your father
hello for me.

So, what I need from you now
is for you to paint the picture.

Tell me the entire story.
Please don't leave anything out.

And you might want
to check with me

before you speak
with anyone else.

Lastly, all that I ask is that
you do not ever lie to me.

Do you understand,
Mr. Armstrong?

I will never lie to you.

Look at this mess
I'm stuck in with you.

Just let it rest.
Jesus Christmas!

Jesus Christmas,
I wish I could rest,

instead of laying up here
being nurse to you.

I wish I was
some place else.

I never asked you
to be no goddamned nurse!

Did I?
What do you want me to do?

You think I asked the Good Lord
to give me diabetes?

Is that what you think?
Why bring up the Lord?

Why don't you just leave?

No, I ain't leaving.
You leave.

This is my house.

And when go, who's gonna
take care of you?

You? Jamal?

Hasn't he got a wife
and a new baby?

And I know you don't
think your son, Jack,

is thinking about
helping you,

because all he got
on his mind is money.

GERONIMO:
The only thing
that'll make you happy

is when they've amputated
both of my legs.

So why don't you just
go get a saw,

and save the doctor
a whole lot of trouble.

It'll be
a lot cheaper, Lottie!

Just cut them off!

LOTTIE:
Well, get a goddamn knife
and I fucking will!

Stop it!
Get a knife!

I don't know
what to do anymore.

JACK:
You know he's ill.

LOTTIE:
He's driving me crazy.

I'm sorry.
You shouldn't have heard that.

What's up, man?

Hey.

Around here with all
that screaming and fussing? Huh?

Yeah, man, it's...
Heh.

This arguing, man, it's, like,
bad for my high blood pressure.

Yes, it is.

Sorry you had to hear that, son.

It ain't nothing new.

Me and Jamal
used to wake up

to the sound
of you and Mama

screaming at each other,
fighting.

Yeah, for that
I'm ashamed,

but, man, you know...
between a man and a woman...

(CHUCKLES)

But believe it or not,

me and your mother
still love each other deeply.

(CHUCKLES)

You believe that?

We do love each other deeply.
I know, I know.

That's that funny,
peculiar love.

That's what that is.

But it's real.

You were right
about that other thing.

They coming at you already, huh?

Froze all my money.

Nobody will hire me.
The SEC served me papers.

That's cold-blooded, man.
Frank Wills.

Who?
You are Frank Wills,

straight up.
Who was he?

He was a security guard

that discovered
the Watergate break-in.

That opened the country's eyes
to government corruption

that led all the way
up to Nixon.

He saved us from
a bunch of crooked politicians.

(CHUCKLES)

But what did America do to him?

They chewed him up
and they spit him out.

Frank Wills died destitute
at the age of 52.

No job, no nothing.

That's what they do to you, son.

First, they break you...

then they kill you.

(♪)

MAN: Dispatch.

Yeah, this is
Watergate Security, Wills,

Tower B.
Go ahead, Wills.

There's a possible break-in
at 2510 Virginia Avenue NW.

Perpetrators may still be
on the premises.

Could you send somebody
over here, please?

Copy that.
D.C. police are on the way.

Thank you.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

All right Wills,
reach for the sky!

Never should've found
duct tape on the door.

Never should've made that call.

Now your life is ruined.

We'll run you out of town.

You'll never work again.

I, however, John Dean,

will make millions
on the lecture circuit.

I, G. Gordon Liddy,
will have my own

nationally-syndicated
radio show.

I, John Erlichman,
will retire from politics

and become
a best-selling novelist.

I, H.R. Haldeman,

will just stay beautiful
and live in Santa Barbara.

What about all this?
What about this tape?

Damn it! I told them
I didn't erase that stupid tape!

It was already defective!

No, goddamn it,
I meant this tape!

Oh. Sorry.

Kill the son of a bitch!

What?
You can't kill me, man!

I did the right thing!
I blew the whistle!

I'm Jeb Stuart Magruder...

and you're nobody, Wills.

We can kill a nobody.

HALDEMAN:
Yeah, we do it all the time.

What about all these crooks?

All the President's men?

NIXON:
Ah, they're all white.
I mean, "all right."

Uh, diplomatic immunity.

Mr. President.

I got here as fast as I could.
I'm Oliver North.

(CHUCKLES)

(HOOTING, FIRING GUNS)

NIXON:
Four more years!

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I know how to increase
your cash flow.

Darling, would you take
the ladies inside?

Absolutely.

Good evening, Jack.

Hey...

Ah!

Hello, my darling.

'Kay.

Hmm.

How are you?

I'm...fine.
How are you?

Good. Good.

Good.

Fatima, what are you doing here?
Who the hell are these women?

Relax, they're
friends of mine.

What kind of friends?

Lesbie friends, all right?

They are all
highly educated,

highly successful
businesswomen.

They have achieved
the American dream...

almost.

And that is
where you come in.

Me?

Yes.

You see, they...

would like for you
to be their child's daddy.

Fatima, have you lost
your damn mind?

They're willing to pay
$10,000 each.

And all I want
is ten percent.

Ten percent?

Finders fee.

Congratulations
are in order.

Mm.

I'm pregnant.

Mwah.

Ladies, I think
we should begin.

Thank you all for coming.

Nadiyah...

would you
like to start?

Okay.

I've tried adopting,

Vietnamese, Chinese...

Haitian, Croatian,
Senegalese, and...

I kept getting the runaround.

Twice, I went to the airport
to meet my baby's plane,

only to find
that my baby wasn't on it.

I've now spent
over $50,000

in adoption fees,
and I just...

I mean, I can't go through
that heartache again.

This time, I'm having
this baby on my own.

Or...I mean,
with you, I guess.

However that thing goes.

Oh, gosh.

Um, thank you.
FATIMA: Thanks.

(APPLAUSE)
WOMAN: Thank you.

Oni?

I'm Oni Woo.
Nice to meet you.

Um, background's
very important to me,

education, genealogy...

hair, muscle definition,
things like that.

And what's his IQ level?

Are there any health issues?

That's why fertility clinics
never appealed to me.

So please...be gentle.

Don't let me down, okay?
Okay. I'll try.

FATIMA: That was beautiful.
(APPLAUSE)

Hold up, hold up,
hold up.

I mean, I'm hating to be

the Wicked Bitch
of the Eastside Riders, heh...

Oh, by the way, I'm Evelyn.

Then again,
you all already knew that.

Excuse my "skepticalism,"

but what's a Wharton
University college grad

doing trying to knock up
a bunch of glam dykes

at 10 G's a pop?

That's an excellent question,
Evelyn.

Preach.

It's a sideline occupation

for an ever-changing economy.

Greater cash flow
gives our man Jack here

greater investment
versatility.

While our moderate,
fixed fertilization rates

give women
such as ourselves

better access to a safe,
comfortable environment

within which
we can all pursue

our personal goals
of procreation.

Good answer.

I just want to know,
is he circumcised?

Because if he's not circumcised,
I'm sorry,

but I'm not going
anywhere near him.

Relax, Rachel,
he's very circumcised.

Aren't you, Jack?

You know that I am, Fatima.

Excuse me.
What's circumcised?

Baby, don't worry
about it.

I'll explain it
to you later.

FATIMA:
Okay. Um... Ah! Song.

We have not heard from you.

Is there something that
you would like to add?

(APPLAUSE)

Go, Song!
Right.

Pretty girl.
I'm Song Gokta.

Hi.
Hi, Song.

I've never been
with a man before.

A lot of us haven't been
with a man before, ladies.

Is it painful?

FATIMA:
Jack is very gentle.

Right, Jack?

I am?

I am. I'm, like...soft.

Does he believe in God?
A higher being?

Does he have a history
of mental illness in his family?

Something ain't right
in the eyes.

Does he have any other kids?

I'd like to look at them.

I'm not gonna take
too much more of this.

Ladies, any other
questions you have,

I'm sure can be answered

in the packets
you've received.

So I need to know,
who's in?

I am.

Good.
Good.

Well, now would be a good time
for financial transactions.

Thank you, Evelyn.

Everyone, please sign
your donor waiver forms.

Jack, you go
and get ready.

What?

You mean now?

Of course, now.

These women
are ovulating.

Look, I'm sorry,

I hate to be a spoilsport here,

but in today's tough economy,
10,000 bucks is a lot of money.

What are you saying?

$10,000 is $10,000.

And I would like to see
with my own two peepers

what I'm paying for
before I fork over $10,000.

She does have
a point.

That's what's up.
I'm saying.

A damn good point.

Jack.
Jack, what?

Disrobe.

Show us your
beautiful body.

Oh, no! No!
Hell, no!

Just strip, bitch.

Are you serious?

These women have paid you
quite a bit of money.

Jack, you're not shy?

Can you drop
your drawers, please?

(GIGGLES)

Oh...

Jack, we have to see
your privates.

Come on, nigga,
show us your tube steak,

your man-stick.

Sold.

FATIMA:
Can you rotate slowly so
everybody can get a good look?

EVELYN:
Now you know
what it feels like

to be a sexual object.

Mm-hm.

Thank you, Rachael.

Damn!
Where do I sign?

NADIYAH: I'll pay for that.
EVELYN: Oh, yeah.

Mm.

Um...

Is that thing gonna hurt?
Because, um...

You'll be fine.

Okay.

Okay?
Okay.

Let's...

Hold on one minute.

Just one minute.

Okay?

(MUNCHING SOUNDS)

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Eat.

In my culture,

if we eat chicken feet,

I will have a boy.

The boy grow up, will run fast.

Eat.

EVELYN:
Calm down, calm down,
ladies and gentlemen.

I want to send
this one out right now...

to all the men out there.

I know you all remember

my, um, 1998
platinum-selling CD,

Nigga,
Come and Get It.

♪ Nigga
Come and get it ♪

♪ Let me
Give this up to you ♪

♪ I'm knowing
You don't deserve it ♪

(INHALES SHARPLY)

♪ But guess what
I need it, baby-boo ♪

♪ I'm attracted to you ♪

♪ Like meh... meh...
Metal to a magnet ♪

♪ I'm Evelyn ♪

♪ Now you know this
Darling ♪

♪ So stick me, boy
And stab it ♪

♪ I get dense
When you stick ♪

♪ Wrap my lips
Around your... ♪

♪ Oh, no, let me take it
Kind of slow, I... ♪

I haven't done this with a guy
since sophomore year at Smith,

and let me tell you,
it was not that great.

Okay. Okay. Wait a minute.

Let me see these nails.
No, this is... No, no.

We're gonna have to cut
your nails.

I want you to warm me up first.

I don't want you just
sticking that thing in me.

Let me get a clipper.

What?
It's disgusting.

Hi.

Heh. Ow!

Did you wash it?
Can I touch it?

Can I squeeze?

(WOMEN GASPING, SIGHING)

You have to open
your legs, okay?

Oh, goodness. Ooh!

(MOANS)

Okay, just get your hand
off my tit and focus.

Ooh! Ooh!

Oh, wait. That's good.

(MOANING)

(CHANTING SOFTLY)

Excuse me. Excuse me.
Who are you talking to?

Shh. Awakening the chi.

Just try to relax
and breathe. Okay?

Oh, shit!

Call me a bitch, huh?

Okay.

EVELYN:
You fucking stallion,
motherfucker!

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Come on!

(RISING CRIES OF PASSION)

Hurry up, now!

(JACK GRUNTS)

God...damn.

You got it?

You okay?

Yeah.

You're sweating on me.

(♪)

Oh! Whoa!

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

You are a cash cow.

(CHUCKLES)

Now, things didn't quite
work out with Alex,

so I'm going to need
some more of that man-milk.

Thank you.

JACK: Yo, Vada,
I got a new name for Fatima.

Remember that crazy brother
from the XFL?

Yeah, that fake
NFL defunct league.

Right.

Well, Fatima's new name
is She Hate Me.

Oh, snap!
Yo, when I saw "He Hate Me"

on the back
of that brother's jersey,

the first thing
I thought,

I know his moms
didn't name him that.

And the second thing
I thought was

it was genius, man.

Pure genius.

What's his name again?

Rod Smart.
Right.

Where's he at?

In the NFL, man,

running back kicks
and punt returns

for the Carolina Panthers.

Rod Smart,
"He Hate Me."

Fatima,
"She Hate Me."

Like Mary J.
be singing

that "hateration"
and "holleration" shit

Right.

Mary be making up
some motherfucking words.

For real.

Yo but, Fatima,

she doesn't feel
that way about you.

She told me so.
Told you?

What, you been
holding out on me?

Nah. When you refused
to call her back,

she called me.

She was like,

"Vada could you
hook me up with Jack?" and...

I told Fatima...

She Hate Me.

She Hate Me
that I couldn't do that.

Right.
I can't believe this, man.

I thought we was tight.

Nigga, man,
we tighter

than two titties
in a push-up bra, man.

You know what?
What?

Her friend was fine.

Meaning what?

Meaning I can't
really blame Fat...

She Hate Me.
She Hate Me.

Salut, Doak.

Fatima, how are you? Fine?

Ça va, Doak.
Et toi?

Ça va, ça va. Super bien.

He's expecting us.

Okay, no problem.

Can I have your number?

Oh, please, please.
Your number.

Doris Mitchell.
Michele Prawn.

Jo Day.
Norman Grahm.

Karen Brockner.
There they are, Jack.

Ready for round two?

(♪)

Jack?

Oh, God. What?

Hi.

$110,000 in three nights.

I bet you never did that
at Progeia. Ah, ah!

This is your 45 large
for tonight...

and this is my five.

How come your girlfriend's
not here?

You do know her name.

Girlfriend.

Alex...

is not speaking to me.

Why not?

Because I'm pregnant
and she's not.

Jack...

...do you know what
October 11th is?

Someone's birthday?

I mean, I know it's not
our wedding anniversary,

because...
we don't have one.

October 11th
is National Coming Out Day.

I wanted you to know.

Know what? That you're bi,
lesbian or straight?

More than that.

Damn, you sure waited
a long time to tell me.

I mean, how long have you known?

Probably since high school,

but I was in denial,

and I don't mean
a river in Egypt.

I just always figured
it would pass over me.

A phase?

Mm-hmm, but it doesn't
work that way.

I don't believe
in this gay-gene shit.

I am not trying to have

a deep, scientific
conversation with you.

I just finally figured out
that this is who I am.

And who is that?

Bi or lesbian?

Why do I have to put
myself in a box?

Because that's the way it is.

Either you're bi, lesbian
or straight.

Pick one.

Withholding that from you
was a betrayal.

I was in love with you.

I mean, do you remember

that we were engaged
to be married?

I didn't want to risk
losing you.

I didn't have the heart
to tell you right away,

and I know that you may
not believe this, but...

You never told me her name.
It doesn't matter.

I wanna know her name.
What difference does it make?

You haven't changed one bit.

That night was the first time
I ever had sex with a woman.

Stop lying.

That is true!

I mean, I had
fooled around before,

kissing and whatnot,

but I swear
on our unborn child.

You were reckless.

I had to find out

before we tied the knot.

I bet your friend with no name
just...seduced you.

I know how these lesbians are.

They're like vultures.
They're worse than men.

As soon as they see
somebody they want to fuck,

they're just
on your back.

They're so damn persistent.

I know she was just on you
until you were like,

"Fuck it, I'll just
give you the panties."

You may not like to hear this,

but I pursued her,
not the other way around.

So you mean to tell me...

that you decided
to start experimenting

with your sexual orientation
while our wedding invitations

were in the mail...
John Henry...

...to both our family
and friends?

I am not proud of it.
I mean, what the fuck, Fatima?!

What about us?

I had to find out.

You would have preferred
for me to have told you

after we're married?

What would you have said

if I told you
when you proposed?

Come on.

I'm thinking.

I know you.

I know your pride.

You're a man.

You're right.

And I'm sorry, but I am a man.

There's a lot of men
who would have seen that

and been thrilled.

Well, there's also
a lot of so-called straight men

going around fucking other men
in the culo,

coming home, bringing AIDS
to their wives and girlfriends.

Oh! It is exactly that kind
of ignorant homophobia

that made me know
that you weren't ready.

Homophobia?

Yes!

Fatima, I deserved a choice!

And you fucking
took that away from me

by not being honest.

I'm sorry.

I caused you a great deal
of pain and embarrassment.

What did you learn
in this close encounter

with the woman with no name?

You really want to know?
Yes.

You want me to say it?

Fatima, please. Yes.

I...love...pussy...too.

Are you happy now?

Actually, I'm very sad.

Well, you shouldn't be,
because...

you will see that,
in the end,

I did you
a very big favor.

You and I will
always be connected

because I'm having your child.

I read somewhere
that, uh...

women...

are more likely to cheat
when ovulating.

Men are more likely to cheat
when breathing.

Good night, Jack.

Oh, Fatima!

(WOMEN MOANING)

Fatima, te gusta!

(WOMEN MOANING,
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Don't stop!
Don't stop!

Don't stop!
Don't stop! Don't stop!

(CRIES OF ECSTASY)

Excuse me.
Who the fuck is this?

What are you doing here?
Who the fuck is this?

What are you doing
in this shit?

Who are you?
Who are you?

Get your hands off me.

Is this your shit? Huh?
Is this your shit?

Get your fucking shit
and get out of here!

Get your shit!

What the fuck
you looking at?

Jack, stop!

(SOBS)

Wha...?

Come here.
Come here.

Get off of me!

We were getting married.

FATIMA: Jack? Jack?

(DOOR SLAMS)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPING)

FATIMA:
Jack, listen, I might
be running a little late,

so I'm gonna need you
to start without me.

So remember,
everybody pays up front.

Cash. No checks.

And, uh, don't expect
a repeat of the other night,

because these ladies are...
a little different. Sorry.

(IN UNISON)
We're here to see Mr. Armstrong.

All of us?

(TOGETHER)
All of you.

All of you, yes.
Yes.

Are you rapper?

Like, uh, Queen Latifah?

No.

No? You too?
You go to the...

Mr. Armstrong?

Yes, I do.

Can we go now?
Yeah, yeah.

Okay, go.

Hey, uh, can I have
your number?

Or can I kiss you?
Please? Eh?

I am the assistant
of Mr. Armstrong.

Really.

I'm producer
of Mr. Armstrong.

Real... No problem.

Whoo! No... No problem!

Talofa, Jack.
I'm Leilani.

I hope you got a strong back.

Unh!

Point Guard.

Hello.
Hi.

I'm gonna back you down,
then post you up.

(SMACKS JACK)

Bitch boy.

Bitch boy?

Damn.

(♪)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Oh, yeah.

Uh-huh.

That's it. That's it.

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

I can't breathe. Help me.
I...can't...breathe.

Shut up!
You're killing me.

Shut up!
You're hurting... Unh!

(CHOKING)

Almost there.
Almost there! Almost there!

My girlfriend
says if I come...
Mm-hm.

...it increases my chances
of conception.

What is that,
some new kind of medical fact?

I've never heard
of that before.

I'm not sure, but, uh...

this should be
fun, right?

Okay.

Plug it in.

(WOMAN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

(WOMAN AND JACK MOANING)

(YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

What's my name?

Say it!

Say it!

JACK:
I don't know your name!

That's right.
We haven't been introduced.

Hi. I'm Ticha.

JACK: Ticha!
(TICHA SCREAMS)

Ticha!

(♪)

You gonna have to
come back tomorrow.

I'm sorry, but I don't
have anything left.

See, you made that up.

Trust me.

You have my $10,000,

and I'm not coming back
tomorrow,

so I don't know what
you gonna have to do... Ahem.

But you gonna
have to do something, so...

That's pitiful.
It's been a long day.

So if you come back tomorrow,
I'm sure it'll all be okay.

You have my money.

I don't know if you need
to go watch porno flicks,

call Fatima, Alex, somebody,
have some phone sex.

Whatever you need to do,
you need to get it up.

Get this thing up! Okay?
Ow! Okay!

You know, women don't even
have this problem.

So, what you trying to say?

You need some of these?

I don't know. Here.
Take some of these.

Or maybe you need
some more Red Bull.

Here. Do what you need
to do, okay?

Because I need
to get pregnant.

Well, give me my, uh,
horny goat weed.

(♪)

What are you
doing here?

I want my $5000 worth.

Oh, Alex, come on.

I want my $5000 worth, okay?

Look, what are you doing?

I wish I could do this
by myself...

without a man.

I wish I could take care of Fat,
get her pregnant.

But I can't.

I can't even
get myself pregnant.

So...we need you.

I need you, okay?
I need you.

Alex, come on, stop it.

Alex, Alex, come...
Alex. Alex.

What's wrong with you?

I don't even feel
like a woman.

You've managed to impregnate
everyone in the world but me.

That's just wrong.
Don't...

Excuse me for being blunt...

but we see you
as dick, balls and sperm.

So come on,
let's do the damn thing.

Can you please close the door?

(♪)

(ALEX AND JACK MOANING)

Jack's fast asleep.

Look, I got a lot of shit
on my mind, all right?

Yeah, right. More like too much
coochie on your dick.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

It means you'd better get
your shit together

and quit fucking around.
You know God don't like ugly.

Oh, so now I'm ugly?

Your deeds, baby.

You ugly
in your deeds.

The Bible ain't say nothing
about Adam and Eve and Eve.

That's enough, Jamal,
all right?

I didn't come out here
for no fucking sermon!

Would you rather hear Mama's?
No.

Then shut the fuck up
and listen to mine!

Now, look...I'm just
a cameraman...

and I ain't got
a magic-wand dick like you got,

so, what do I know,
right?

But I'm telling you...

I've been thinking hard
on this,

and spiritually, morally,
this shit ain't cool.

Aw, damn!
No, no, no, I'm serious, man.

Knocking up a bunch of lesbians,
that's some freaky shit.

Now, what happens if you
get them all pregnant, huh?

I mean, how many kids
you gonna have?

Twelve or so.

Wha...?. A dozen?

Man, Bill Gates is one of the
richest motherfuckers on earth.

He only got one. How the hell
you gonna raise 12 kids?

Look, I don't have to.

I signed a donor
agreement form.

I don't have to
feed them, house them,

send them to school.

I don't have to do
nothing.

For real?
For real.

Phew.

Good deal.

No shit.

No, wait. Now, hell.
Now, that's some bullshit!

(SIGHS)
Look, Jack...

Men provide
for their families,

even if it's just
by being there.

I mean, kids need
their father.

And that's something
you ought to know

because we have
one of the best.

Now, look,
you're my brother.

I love you.

But take some advice
from me.

Get a vasectomy, call it a day.
Oh, come on, man.

Shut up.
Snip!

Hey, Jack, snip!

You hungry?

Not really.

I'm cooking dinner, so...
you're going to eat.

Why did you go back
to Jack's apartment?

I thought you
didn't like dick.

I don't.

How was I
supposed to know

the artificial insemination
wouldn't work, Fat...

three times?

Besides, this whole thing
was your idea,

so don't empiece conmigo.

I'm not starting
with you.

Yes, you are.

You got this whole thing
about us getting pregnant

at the same time.

I didn't think of that,
Mami, you did.

You wanted it,
so I went along.

I supported you.

I've been supporting you
since day one.

I don't want you
to do this for support.

I want you to do this because
you want to have a baby,

because you want to start
our family together,

because you want that.

That's what I want.

So really, Fat, why are you
bugging me about me and Jack?

Why were you
at Jack's house?

We have business
with him.

That late at night?

Really?

(WHISPERS)
Business.

What were you
doing there?

You are so fucked up.

You're always
flipping things.

No.
Yes.

No. That's not
what this is about.

Yes.
What were you doing there?

What were you
doing there?!

I know who I am.
I know why I was there.

And I was there
to get pregnant.

You... You haven't even
come out to your parents.

I am not you!
Yes.

And don't ask me
questions

that you don't want
to know the answers to.

Do you want
to be with him?

I still have
feelings for him...

but I want
to be with you.

This is good,
me and you, Fat...

but add some good dick
to the equation

and it changes
everything.

No.
Yes.

No.
Yes.

Nothing... Nothing...

Jack has not
come between us.

I saw you in his apartment,

and now you're telling me
you have feelings for him?

Yes.

He's come between us.

So why don't you go
sit down and eat.

Dinner's ready.

(SNIFFLES)

Get off me.
Get off me.

Stop it,
if you don't mean it.

You sure you know
Get off me.
what you're doing?

Yeah, man.

You gave me the
inspiration for it.

No, no. I didn't have
nothing to do with this.

Don't put
this shit on me.

WOMAN: Hi.
Welcome to Avgo.

May I help you?

Uh, yeah.
My name is Vada Huff.

I have a 1:00 appointment.

Oh. Okay.

And there
you are.

I'm Terri.
And your name?

Oh, not me.

I'm just along for the ride,
moral support for my boy.

Well, let us know
if you change your mind.

Here. Please,
take our brochure.

Here at Avgo, we can always
use a good specimen.

Mr. Huff?

Yeah, you can call me Vada.

Mr. Huff.

Please follow me.

Fill this out.
And this is...?

That is a potential donor
questionnaire.

Very simple. I'll be back
when you're done.

Mm, mm, mm.

Shorty's a jump-off
for real, B.

For real.

So how much
they pay?

Um, $60 a specimen
or something like that.

Not as much
as you're getting,

but, uh, you gotta
pass the mustard.

What, you afraid
they're not up to snuff?

(CHUCKLES)
Are you crazy, man?

I got mad Mark Spitz sperm.

My shits be swimming like
Olympic gold medalists, man.

How much you think
Michael Jordan would get

for his sperm?

Come on, man, I don't know.

What about Shaq,
Bruce Springsteen,

Derek Jeter, Tom Cruise...

Willie Mays, Brando, Jagger,
James Brown...

Denzel, Ali?

Even Kobe?

You can't put a price
on that, Vada.

A price could be put
on anything, man.

You doing it.

So, what about
the dead cats?

Ellington, Miles,
Van Gogh,

Armstrong, Mark Twain,
Sinatra, Mozart,

Coltrane, Picasso,
Shakespeare, Da Vinci,

even Jesus of Nazareth, man.

You could get a whole lot
of money for that.

Money for what, Vada?

To buy their specimen
if you could.

So if you could, you know,
pay for sperm...

you could pay for eggs.

Cleopatra, Jackie O.,
Billie Holliday,

Nina Simone, Ella,
Marilyn Monroe,

Mother Teresa, Grace Kelly,
or Dorothy Dandridge.

How much would
they go for?

Vada, that's not some shit
I ever thought about

in my entire life.

Well, then, maybe
you should start, then.

Sophia Loren, Audrey Hepburn,
Aretha?

Halle,

Venus and Serena...
Mm.

Beyonce...

Them tender, fresh, fertile
young eggs.

Shits would be at a premium.

You crazy
as a motherfucker.

Smile if you want,
but watch.

All done?

Yes, Terri.

We need a sample.

Yes, Terri.

Follow me.

I'll take you
to the ejactorium.

The what?

The ejactorium.

It's just a private room.

Okay.

I'm out, kid.

Have fun, man.

VADA: Damn!

Oh, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Come on! Go ahead.
What you...?

You just walked in there!

The correct terminology

is Sperm Retention
Overload Backup.

The correct terminology
is 30-second motherfucker

who can't get no ass
because he nut too fast.

Oh, come on, man,

get that nasty Mark Spitz shit
away from me.

It's quality, not quantity.

Oh. Right.
Oh, yeah.

Thank you.

That's a damn shame.

VADA: I've just got to take
my vitamins.

MARGO:
Jack?

Look, I'm sorry I didn't come
and talk to you sooner.

I just didn't want
to stick my neck out.

Oh, I see.

It's the new game
called High-Tech Lynching.

It's not a game.
Progeia's future's on the line.

Powell won't stop at anything
to protect it.

But even if that means
destroying people's lives

in the process?

Yeah.

Oh, I see.
I fit the profile.

Young, aggressive,
recently fired,

disgruntled, angry, black.

Oh the SEC's gonna
love this, right?

This isn't about race
and you know it.

Oh, I know.

It's about who goes to prison
and who doesn't, baby.

What's this I hear about
you making babies now? Hmm?

I was pregnant once...

Well, twice, actually,

but the first time
didn't really count.

The second time, I lost the baby
about three months in.

I didn't expect it
of myself,

but I actually loved

everything about being
pregnant...

even the morning sickness...

(CHUCKLES)

...even though my ex-husband
was a total fucking

asshole...prick.
Heh.

He divorced me

after I started making
twice as much as he did.

I guess I always thought
I'd take time off, try again...

but...career.

What do you think, Jack?
You're the expert here.

Do you think I'm too old
to have a baby?

Older women are having
healthy babies every day.

I know, but right now,
I'm lacking the main ingredient.

What do you charge?

I need for you...

to do me a favor.

Okay...

I think.

I need for you
to give this to Powell for me.

Please.

How did you know
about the babies?

How we know
is not what's important.

That we know

is what should scare
the shit out of you.

You promise me
to be careful, Jack.

Promise me.

I promise.

Cheers.

FATIMA:
You are actually guaranteed
through the fourth visit.

If you're not pregnant
by the end of the fourth visit,

we will refund
the entire amount.

(DOOR OPENS)
Ah! That is him.

Hello, sweetheart.

Doak let us in.

We were expecting
five women,

but we only have four
because one stood us up.

Well, give them
their money back.

Why?

Sorry, ladies,
the shop's closed.

Jack, wait.

Uh, it's that time of the month.
Excuse me.

Jack...
JACK: Get out of my house.

Jack...
Fatima, leave.

Sweetie? Hey.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Excuse me.

Lady, did you just
ring my doorbell?

I'm sorry.

It was a mistake.

(SNIFFLES)

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's wrong?

I'm looking
for a...

John...Henry...
Armstrong.

Fatima sent you, right?

Fatima, yeah.

She asked me if I wanted
to go to this pregnancy party.

Mind you,
I never said I would.

I said I would think
about it.

Oh, God, my father's
gonna kill me.

Maybe you shouldn't do it.

He's gonna kill me
if I don't do it.

I really
don't understand.

I was raised Roman Catholic...

and I'm the only daughter
of a very important man.

I feel like such a whore.

There's only one ho
sitting here...

and it sure as hell
isn't you.

Thanks.

I feel
a lot better.

You made up my mind.

I'm gonna do it.

Do what?
Have a kid.

Go ahead,
make me a baby.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, lady.
Look...

I don't mean
to disappoint you,

but I'm not doing that
anymore.

Why not?

You've got something
against Italians?

We're not all
in the Mob, you know.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look, slow your roll.

It's not like that
at all.

It's a spiritual thing.

It's morals, ethics.

Why do men have
to be so...

complicati?

You talking about men in general
or someone in particular?

My father.
Hmm.

He wants grandkids. Fine.

Crazy thing is,
I want babies too.

I've wanted them
since I was a kid.

There must be someone you know,

someone who
you feel comfortable with.

I feel comfortable right here.

Yeah, but you don't know me.

I was gonna try a sperm bank
or a fertility clinic,

but then I read
about that doctor,

that Cecil B. Jacobson...

who impregnated 70
of his own unknowing patients

with his own sperm.

So I said, "Forget about it."

So...you see?

This is the only way.

Please?

Here.

(♪)

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Oh, my God.

I felt it.

Felt what?

Your sperm...
just met my egg.

Conception, Jack.

I'm pregnant...

(GASPS)

...with twins.

I'm sorry, but I don't
think it's possible

to feel the moment
of conception.

Trust me.

I'm very sensitive.

I'll let you know
what it is.

You know, boy, girl. Both.

Thank you, Jack.

What's that?

I got it
from Jack.

Jack?
Jack.

Read it.

"Dear Mr. Powell...

How deep is your crease?"

Sex and scandal
always make front-page news.

Margo, your problem is, you...
You're too emotional.

Don't lose your edge.

MAN: Really good sauce.
MAN 2: Yeah, it was.

Mafia...

I still don't understand
why you did it.

We agreed on
artificial insemination.

Have a stiff drink.
I'll be back in a second.

(MAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY)

Franco.

Nino.

Rocco.
Hello.

Papino.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I'm late.

You're late.
You're always late.

I had to wait for Gia.

Yes, Gia, Gia.

It's always Gia.

Your mother, God rest her soul,
went to her grave

thinking you were sick in
the head...
Thank you.

...that the Devil
had sneaked into your soul.

Fucking balls
on this one, huh?

Fucking balls
on this one.

ROCCO:
Not bad-looking

for a dyke.
(GRUNTS)

You know, I'm trying
to be understanding

to this way of life,

but...it's not easy for me.

I love her.

I read books.

I even talked to a priest
who I cannot stand talking to.

Why do you choose
to rub it in my face?

We're as discreet as possible.

We never, never, ever
have disrespected you.

Thanks.

So, what's the news?

I'm pregnant.

What you've always
wanted.

A grandchild...
maybe twins.

I can't believe it.
I'm... I'm very happy...

for you...
and, uh, your partner.

I'm very happy.

Who's the father?

He's a very nice, kind, warm...

professional,
intelligent, MBA...

and AA.

AA?

Afro-American.

A colored?

Yes, Daddy.

Well, that's good.

Grazie, Papino.

Okay.

Mio papino.

Not for nothing, if the old man
didn't give the hands-off,

you would have caught
a hell of a beating.

Or worse.
Hey, what's worse?

You don't ever
want to find out.

How did you meet
my cousin Simona?

She just showed up
at my door.

I never seen her before
in my life.

Get the fuck out of here.
You fucking with me?

I'll fucking kill you.
I'm not lying, man.

You better be on the up and up.
I am. So help me God.

You know,
I believe him.

I mean, these
lesbian muff-divers,

they'll do anything,
right or wrong.

No?
You're right.

These carpet munchers,
they're humping and bumping

each other's crotches
and snatches.

It's fucking digusting,
but I'll watch it, though,

right or wrong.

I knew you would.

Oh, you like rap?

Some.

You like Jay-Z?

Of course.

You know Jay-Z?

Jigga, unh.
Hova, unh.

What, what,
because he's black

he knows these rappers?

I figured maybe he met him
in a club.

I met LL once in a club.
See? I told you.

Shut the fuck up, Franco. Hey,
Nino, get him in the car, huh?

What are you grabbing me for?

(SHUTTER CLICKING)

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

Ciao.

(CHUCKLES)

Sheeee-it.

Got your ass.

SIMONA:
Please...

John Henry Armstrong...

this is my father,
Angelo Bonasera.

How do you do?

Mr. Bonasera,
nice to meet you.

Likewise.

(IMITATING BRANDO AS CORLEONE)
"When did I ever
refuse an accommodation?

"All of you know me here.

"When did I ever refuse you?

"Except one time.

"And why?

"Because I believe

"this drug business
is gonna destroy us

"in the years to come.

"I mean, it's not like
gambling

"or liquor
or even women,

"which most people
want nowadays,

"and is forbidden by
the pezzonovante of the Church.

"And even the police departments
that've helped us in the past

"are gonna refuse to help us
when it comes to narcotics.

And I believed that then,
and I believe that now."

(NORMAL VOICE)
Then the other guy gets up.

The fat guy, Zaluchi, right,
he gets up from his chair,

and then he says,
"I also don't believe in drugs.

"For years,
I paid my people extra

"so they wouldn't do
that kind of business.

"Somebody comes up
to them and says,

"'I have powders.

"'If you put up 3,
4000 investment,

"we can make 50,000
distributing.'

"So they can't resist.

"I want to keep control
of it as a business,

"to keep it respectable.

"I don't want it near schools.

"I don't want it sold
to children.

"That's an infamia.

"In my city,
we would keep the traffic

"in the dark people,
the colored.

They're animals anyway,
so let them lose their souls."

That's always been
my favorite scene

from The Godfather.

That's because it's true.

You know, Mario,
he wrote a lot more.

Francis, you know,
cut it out.

So is that
what you believe?

What?

That we're all
animals?

Hey, what I believe
is inconsequential.

You know, I make my money

off all kinds
of different people.

Some of my customers
are black people.

You have to know your customer,
so you...

You do a little study.

You study us?

Hey, I'm not saying I'm...
I'm Dr. Henry Louis Gates

or the other guy...

What's his name?
With the Afro?

Cornel West?
That's the guy.

But I know of a thing or two.
You know, I watch Larry King.

I got another one for you.

Go right ahead.

Why are more
African-American males in jail

than in college?

Why is it three out of four
households...

single parent,
no man around?

Lack of education, environment,
um, institutional racism.

Mm-hmm. All right,
I got another one for you.

Why do all these rappers
think they're gangsters? Huh?

I mean, the names they call
themselves. Uh, uh...

Gotti, Murder Inc., Death Row,
C-Murder, Capone,

Scarface.

Now, they can
call themselves

all the Gambinos,

Genoveses,
Luccheses they want,

they'll never be us.

I mean, it's blood.
I agree...

They're nothing

but make-believe, studio,
fictionalized gangsters.

Why aspire
to be us?

That's what
gets me.

You think I want my nephews
in this kind of business?

What with all
the high-tech surveillance,

Witness Protection
Program,

heavy prison sentences,

it's not the same,
this way of life.

I'm one of the last ones.

I'm a dinosaur.

Last time I checked,

your nephews
love rap music.

How they were raised
on Sinatra

and ended up
with "Snoopy Dog"

is one of life's
great mysteries.

And imagine, this P. Diddy
says he's the black Sinatra.

Phuh. My ass.

Anyway,

my daughter says
that you signed a, uh...

A donor agreement?

So in the eyes of the law,
you have no legal anything

to do with my grandchildren
who are on the way.

Right.

Today will be the last time
you will ever see Simona.

But why did you do it?

My daughter says you have
a lucrative business.

Where's your morals,
your self-respect, son?

Look, I was in
a tight situation.

I can understand that.

Survival makes a person
do things

they know in their heart
is wrong.

Mr. Armstrong...

it's been a pleasure
talking to you,

but it's time to leave.

Come on.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

You're safe here.
Don't worry.

It's not like in the movies.
Come on.

(CHUCKLING)

(RINGS DOORBELL)

(MUTTERS)
Oh, man...

Look, it's 6 a.m., man.

Why are you still
fucking with me?

Come with me.

You're wrong,
spelled with a capital W.

You're a Technicolor example

of all the worst
stereotypes

of niggras dropping babies
all over the place.

Niggras like you
keep holding the race back.

Oh, bullshit.

We're way past the day

of one African-American
representing the entire race.

I didn't say nothing

about no African-American
like me.

I'm talking about
niggras like you.

Look, you don't know me
or my situation, okay?

I know enough
to make sure

you spend some long time
in the hoosegow.

Bet you I know that.

Come on, the Mob?

You gotta be joking, right?

You tell me,
Wharton boy.

We've also got you on
insider trading and fraud.

The only thing I'm guilty of
is whistle blowing

and that's not a crime.

Well, then, I guess you have
nothing to worry about.

Yeah.
Oh, you know, by the way...

...you're under arrest.

Shit.

Can I at least go
and put on some clothes?

(CHUCKLES)

Sheeee-it.

That won't be necessary.

It's the recurring hit show
The Perp Walk,

guest star this week:
you.

Put your hands out.
(HANDCUFFS LOCK)

When we get outside,

I want you to show that
big-ass, watermelon-eating grin

that you have.

OFFICER:
Right hand. Left hand.

Hold this.

Step to your left.

(CELL DOOR CLANGS)

ATTORNEY:
How am I gonna help you if you
don't tell me everything?

I asked you from the get-go
not to lie to me.

How did I lie?
I thought one thing

didn't have to do with another.
That's not a lie.

You withheld information,
and you thought wrong. Okay?

Do you realize
how much more difficult

you have made things
for yourself?

This is jail.
This is no joke.

Okay, fine.

As my attorney,
tell me some shit

that I can't figure out
by myself.

What's the real number, Jack?

(WHISPERS)
Oh, my God...

Look, I don't know.

Uh, 14, 16... Shit.
Look, I lost count.

What were you thinking?
And don't tell me

it was a case of good pussy and
good money is hard to turn down.

I'm seeing your face on TV,

on the front
of the newspapers.

This is not the case
that I agreed to take on.

I thought it didn't matter.

Everything matters
in your life now, Jack.

Everything.

Do you realize how great
an impact this is gonna have

on how your character
is viewed?

Now, I'm gonna give you

some sound, legal,
professional advice.

I ask that you please
not speak with anyone

without me.

Okay.
Good.

Now, from the beginning,
and don't leave anything out.

ANNOUNCER:
Affirmative action.
Good for America?

John Henry Armstrong thinks so.

Paid for

by the committee to re-elect
President George Bush.

(CHILDREN CLAMORING)

Let that porch monkey Armstrong
come down here and try that!

If this isn't evidence

of niggras' sub-human,
animalistic behavior,

I'll eat my white hood.

For Jack to give up his sperm
for us women, I just think

that's one of the greatest
things a man can do.

(IN GERMAN)
Jack Armstrong.
It's a little bit strange,

this whole story.

But, if he offers and the women
have enough money to do it,

it's okay.

(IN SPANISH)
I don't think
what he's doing is right.

MAN (IN SPANISH):
Why?

Uh...

The thing about these women,

these disgraced,
pregnant women...

I don't think it's right.

Jack is all-man.

It's just not right.

This is Cool Cale,
the original star child.

Feel me?
Now, check this out.

That cat Jack
that's doing his thing,

getting that 10 Gs
to light them babes up,

I think he's a player.
He's sick and nasty.

The artificial way,
I'm not feeling that.

There are better ways
of having children

other than having
to sell your sperm

and to buy sperm
for $10,000.

You gonna feel me
and know I been there. Word up.

I'd never let him date
my daughter.

Has anybody thought about
those poor, poor babies?

(IN SPANISH)
I want your sperm.

Because it's the only way

I'll be cured of anxiety,
depression

and complete panic attacks.

So, please baby,
give me a night of pleasure.

I want to be with you.

I want to know why
all these women want you.

I disapprove of him
and pregnant lesbians

because, you know, if you're not
in a relationship with a woman,

you know,
it doesn't make no sense.

It's a simple business
transaction.

Again, there might be
some ethical questions.

I don't think
it's unethical at all.

I wouldn't date him.
I'd fuck him, though.

WOMEN:
Jack, Jack! He's our man!

If he can't do us, no one can!

Jack, Jack! He's our man!

If he can't do us, no one can!

J-A-C-K! Jack, Jack, Jack!

JUDGE:
Mr. Armstrong,

you're being with charged
with one count securities fraud,

one wire fraud,
two counts mail fraud,

one count of conspiracy.

How do you plead?

I plead not guilty,
Your Honor.

JUDGE:
Very well, sir.

In light of the seriousness
of these charges,

I'm setting bail
at $5 million.

Your Honor,
bail is extremely high.

My client is not
a flight risk,

and he should be released
on his own recognizance.

Your client
is a menace to society.

Bail stands.

Margo, if you can't be on time,
I'll find someone who will.

Then I suggest
you start looking.

I've just resigned.

What?

I need you.

Progeia needs you.

Don't go hormonal on me, Margo.

Fuck you!

Fuck you too!

Mr. Powell.

What?!

A Mr. Flood
on line one.

I don't know any Flood.

Hold my calls.

Sir, he says
he's with the SEC.

Hello.

Come here.

My God.

Baby.

Oh-ho!

Congratulations.

Stand back.

Let me see you.

How do we look?

Amazing.

How you doing?
I'm good.

MAN:
Lean not onto thine own
understanding,

but trust in the Lord...

GUARD:
Now you wanna read the Bible.
Hmph.

You have all
them babies yet?

(GUARDS CHUCKLING)

(♪)

So how many is that now?

(GUARDS LAUGHING)

They treating you
all right?

They're treating me
fine.

Well, we're doing
everything we can

to get you out.

I know, Mama.

What is wrong with you?
What are you doing in here?

Look, I was in
a tight situation, all right?

Well, you could have
come to me.

You could have come
to your father.

You could have come home
like Jamal and Lucy.

First of all, I'm not
choir boy Jamal, okay?

You better believe it
you're not.

I would have given you
the money.

All that baby mess
is fucked up.

And you weren't raised
like that.

(MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE
INDISTINCTLY)

(♪)

FATIMA:
"Dear Fatima and Alex,
How are you both?

"I'm sure more gorgeous
than when you came to visit.

"I look forward
to seeing you both again soon

"and our...
Or should I say your babies.

"All this solitude
gives me much time to think

"and reevaluate my life.

"I think once I'm out,

"there will be
some changes made.

Love, Jack."

(HEART BEATING)

Hi.

Sit down.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

How are you?
I'm big as a house.

Does your father
know you're here?

Not only does he know,

he gave me his blessings.

This is from him.

What does it say?
"Mafia proverb:

"The man who does not hear
and does not speak

is the man who lives."

The House Energy
and Commerce Committee

wants to see you in D.C.
two weeks from today.

You should know
that Alex called

and Fatima's gone into labor.

What?

(SCREAMING)

Fat...

I see the head!

That's it!

(BABY CRYING)

Look at our baby.

Oh, my God!

Oh!

(ALEX SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Little baby, it's all right.

(CRYING)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

It hurrrrrrrr.....

(SCREAMING)

MIDWIFE:
Breathe. Breathe.

That's it.
That's it.

Breathe.

(YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Awaken the chi.

Fuck the chi.
Fuck the chi!

(YELLING)

(BANG)

Aah! Oh, shit!

(PRAYING RAPIDLY IN ITALIAN)

(SCREAMS)

I got rejected.

What?!
Shh.

Rejected for what?

You're the first person

I'm telling this to,
all right?

(BABY CRYING IN DISTANCE)

I got rejected
on three accounts.

The average for a male.
is 50 million semen per CC.

Right.
They need 100 million.

Right.
I had 10 million.

Morphology.
Shit ain't look right.

And number three
is motility.

Stop smiling.

I'm not.
My ear was itching.

They weren't fast enough.

(COUGHS)

I mean, they grade sperm
on a scale of zero to three...

Right.

...plus or minus,
and mines was a minus one.

So I ain't had no Mark Spitz
after all.

Shit is just
fucked up.

Aw, come on, V.

You all right, man?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm cool, man.

I mean, I'm healthy.
I can have kids.

You gonna look back on this
and see it as a blessing.

Trust me.

Come on,
let's go see my boy.

You think
he look like me?

(LAUGHS)

Give him here.
Wait, you left.

You guys are back.

Give me a minute.
You left.

Be careful,
because he's sleeping.

Boy talk.

Hey.

This is my son.
Telling me to be careful.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING,
GAVEL POUNDING)

MAN:
Order!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING,
GAVEL POUNDING)

MAN:
Order. Quiet!

(GAVEL BANGING)

Now...quiet!

One more sound out of here,

I'll have this chamber
cleared.

Now, for the last time,
Mr. Armstrong,

are you gonna
answer the question?

No, sir, Mr. Chairman.
I reject the question.

Well, you...

You can't reject
the question.

Will you please answer
the question, Mr. Armstrong.

I repeat, Mr. Chairman,
I reject the question.

On what grounds
do you reject the question?

On the grounds
that neither you

nor anyone else
on this committee

wants me to answer that question
honestly.

No, sir, what you want

is for me to sit here
like some McCarthy-era puppet

and give you a nice, quaint,
politically-correct homage

to your question

of financial, moral
and ethical outrage.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chairman, I...
I am not a puppet.

CHURCH:
Mr. Armstrong,
did you or did you not

place a telephone call
to the Ethics Commission

in September of last year?

I did place a call, yes.

And was not the reason
for that call, Mr. Armstrong,

to deceive
our financial watchdogs

into thinking

that unethical
business practices

in your company

were perpetrated
by another person,

when they were actually
perpetrated by you?

Absolutely not.
Mr. Chairman, I made that call

to the Ethics Commission
in earnest.

I did not make that call

without careful consideration,
scrutiny of the facts

and tremendous angst

over what the ramifications
of that call might be.

Mr. Chairman,
if I may be so permitted...?

Yes, yes, by all means.

The chair gratefully recognizes
the gentlewoman from Illinois.

Thank you,
Mr. Chairperson.

Now, Mr. Armstrong,

I have before me, sir,

several sworn depositions
from your colleagues

stating that you knew
well in advance

that Prexelin
would never gain FDA approval

because, on orders
from Dr. Schiller and yourself,

in cahoots,

key elements to the
drug's effectiveness

were intentionally
omitted.

Senator Sweeney,

I bitterly resent
any suggestion

that I had anything to do
with Prexelin's failure

with the Food and Drug
Administration.

I worked diligently
to raise capital

which sole purpose
was to bring to the world a cure

for mankind's
most deadly disease.

The great Professor Schiller

wanted to extend
the testing period

at least a year.

Prexelin was successful

on...only 75 percent
of the cases tested.

He went to Powell
and the board

to gain approval
for this delay,

and they said,
"No. Full steam ahead."

They wanted to get
to the finish line first,

get it past the FDA
and to the public.

When Professor Schiller
balked,

they went ahead anyway
and falsified data.

Now, hold on,
hold on, young man.

Now, what are you implying here?

I'm saying, Mr. Chairman,

that the data is rigged.

The most recent tests are bogus.

Dr. Schiller and I believed

that, with sufficient time
for further testing,

Prexelin will work.

Imagine...

a vaccine
for the millions of people

suffering with AIDS
around the world,

a world which, coincidentally,
just so happens

to include practically
the entire continent of Africa.

You know, if I may,
I'd like to pose a question.

When Prexelin,
or any other drug,

is finally approved
by the FDA,

will the multi-billion dollar
pharmaceutical industry

raise the price so high
that it's out of the reach

of the vast majority
of people suffering with AIDS?

50 million people will die.
MAN: Tell the truth!

Does any one of you care?

Now, careful, Mr. Armstrong.
You just be careful, now.

You're in
a very big kitchen here

with a very hot fire,

and I suggest that you
very quickly

put some truth
onto the stove.

Mr. Chairman, I object
to any inference

that my client has been
less than truthful to this body.

CHURCH:
Noted, Ms. Reid.

The record shall reflect
your objection. Thank you.

Mr. Chairman,
let me assure you

the truth is
the main ingredient

with which I cook,

and by the time
we're finished here today,

we'll have a barbecue
up on the Hill.

Well, I'm glad to hear that,
Mr. Armstrong.

Good barbecue is hard to find.

Now, then, truthfully, please,

tell us of the $350 million
stock sell-off

prior to the FDA's rejection
of this drug.

What was your personal profit?

Zero, for the simple fact

I had no knowledge whatsoever
of the purchase of the stock,

let alone the sale,

until the suicide
of Dr. Herman Schiller.

What's Progeia's connection
to the Bonasera crime family?

(WHISPERING)

Mr. Chairman, I'd like
for the record to show

that you referred
to the Bonaseras

as a crime family.

I have no knowledge
of that being a fact.

CHURCH:
Fine. Thank you.

Absolutely.
So be it.

What's your connection
to the Bonasera family?

I am a friend of the family.

What kind
of a friend of the family?

I'm the father

to Mr. Bonasera's daughter's
newborn twins.

CHURCH:
And isn't it true

that you accepted
large cash payments

from lesbians
to impregnate them?

Is this true?
Answer the question, please.

Is this true?
Yes, that is true,

Mr. Chairman.

And I'm not proud of what I did.

But that has nothing to do
with why we're here.

I know that you're looking
to catch a very big fish.

And here it is.

This is Dr. Herman Schiller's
journal.

He told me,
"Not to know is bad,

not to wish to know
is worse."

It's an old African proverb.

He said it as a non-sequitur
right before he jumped

from his 40th-floor
office window.

He jumped, Mr. Chairman,
because he knew the truth.

Which truth is that,
Mr. Armstrong?

That we are all
a bunch of hypocrites.

If that is meant
as a personal affront to me,

I will have you removed right
now by the federal marshal.

Fine, Mr. Chairman,

have me escorted out,

but we are hypocrites,
all of us,

because we seek to destroy
the very individuals

who are bound by their moral
and spiritual convictions,

good, regular Americans,

people like Cynthia Cooper

of Worldcom,

Coleen Rowley of the FBI,

and Sherron Watkins of Enron.

The whistle blowers.

And people like Frank Wills.

Frank Wills? Who in dang
tarnation is Frank Wills?

He is me, Mr. Chairman,
and I am him.

Would you, uh,
back that truck up again

just one more time for us,
please.

JACK:
For both of us,
in the course of doing our job,

made a decision

that changed
the course of our lives.

From Watergate to Contragate
to Financial Gate.

What is he doing?

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

MAN: Come on, guys,
let's cut out the Spanish.

Speak English, huh?

This is America.

Can you believe these jerks,
these Democrats?

I can't believe it,
leaving a place open like this.

Files open, all this stuff.

(CHUCKLES)

Jerks deserve to lose.

(CHUCKLES)

They're gonna win over
that pinky McGovern, all right.

This is some good stuff.
How you making out there?

Oh, Mitchell is gonna drool
at some of this stuff, guys.

Christmas bonus in June.

I see it coming.

Dick is gonna love this stuff.
He's not gonna believe it.

Is this it, Wills?

Yeah, this is it.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!

Keep them up!
Hands up!

Take it easy, take it easy.

Why don't you tell me
what you're doing here.

We are not armed, okay?

We are citizens
of the United States.

American citizens
with latex gloves on.

Well, we're a little allergic
to paper,

so we have to wear these.

Let's talk about that
down at the precinct.

JACK:
The Watergate building,

Democratic
National Committee Office,

the nation's capital.

2:30 a.m., June 17th, 1972.

A watchman in the night

brought these criminals
to justice.

James McCord, Ex-CIA.

Frank Sturgis, CIA-connected.

Eugenio R. Martinez,
CIA-connected.

Virgilio R. Gonzalez,
anti-Castro Cuban nationalist.

Bernard L. Baker,

involved
in the Bay of Pigs.

But these guys
were small potatoes.

They just happened
to leave a money trail

all the way to the president
of the United States,

Richard Milhouse Nixon.

Faced with impeachment
and conviction,

Nixon chose to resign.

Frank Wills and I...

are one.

(WHIMPERS)

America killed him,

but you will not kill me.

I have too much to live for.

(MOANS IN PAIN)

So, Mr. Chairman,
here is your, uh, barbecue.

And I hope you'll excuse me,

because I'm about to be
a father. Again.

CHURCH: Hold on.
We gotta go.

Hold on.
I'm not finished with you.

Come on.
I got you.

I got you.
CHURCH: You are in contempt.

Marshals, take that man
Into custody.

You are now in contempt,
Mr. Armstrong.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Mr. Chairman,
on behalf of my client...

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

I want order in this room.
Order!

(GAVEL BANGING)

(SHOUTING AND COMMOTION
CONTINUES)

FATIMA:
Come on, baby, breathe.

You have to breathe, Alex.

Push!
I see the head.

It's almost out, Alex.

Oh... You did it!

You did it.

A boy.

It's a boy, Alex.

(BABY CRYING)

Oh, God.

(SOBS QUIETLY)

Mr. John Henry Armstrong,

you've been given six months

for contempt
of a federal hearing,

but I'm gonna dismiss
that charge.

Any man with 19 kids

needs to be at work
and not in prison.

Go home!

MAN: Yeah!

(CROWD CHEERS)

FLOOD:
Mr. Powell,
put your hands out.

(METAL CLINKING)

Agent Flood, I...have a request.

Please don't put the cuffs on.

It will destroy my daughters.

Do you have children,
Agent Flood?

Two boys.

Then you understand.

I'm begging you
on their behalf.

Please don't do this
to them.

Their friends
will see this on TV.

Good. Then they'll know
you're a damn criminal.

Handcuffs on
the cuff links.

Ain't irony a motherfucker?

And you're gonna be
on the 6:00 news.

Let's go.

It's the recurring
hit show, The Perp Walk.

Guest star this week:

you, Mr. Leland Powell.

Sheeeeeee-it.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

That's the bad guy.

White-collar criminals,
they're the worst.

They all went
to Harvard...

...and all that money.

Oh, look.

See, they're taking him away
now...

for a long time.

Yeah.

He's gonna go to jail.

He doesn't look too happy.

He's going away.

Or maybe not.

Shh. Shh.

(BABY GURGLING)

FATIMA:
Oh, no. Shh. Shh.

(BOTH COOING)

Here you go.

Hey, boy.

Hey.

I love you. Aww!

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

Fatima?

Yes.

May I talk to you
for a minute, please?

Mm-hmm.

In private?

I'll leave.
No.

No.

Whatever you can say to me,
you can say to Alex.

You're not
making this easy.

It's never
been easy for us.

I love you, baby.

No, really,
I'll go.

Please, stay.

You know,
it's not just me.

I have Alex
and Jackie and Joe.

I understand that.

I want to be the man
in your lives,

and I want to be a father
to my two children.

What about all
the other children?

I'm not proud
of what I did.

Okay?

But I'm to blame, not you,
not Fatima. Nobody but me.

I don't want
to burn in hell.

The four of you
are my salvation.

So please don't hate me.

I could never
hate you.

Could you love me...again?

Sweetie.

(♪)

I have something for you
right here.

Yeah?

I'll be right back,
Dad, okay?

Son, go take care
of your family.

(ALEX AND FATIMA
SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Mm.

Hey, you.

Go to Daddy.

Come here, fat boy.
Ahhhh.

Oooh.

Hey,
give me Jack.

My little shortstop
and second baseman.

Come here.
Hey, boy.

(KIDS LAUGHING)

JACK:
You want to jump
in the sand? Huh?

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, boy. Mm.

(CHUCKLES)

Ooh.

(♪)

♪ I don't know
What the future holds ♪

♪ And I don't know
If we can make it ♪

♪ I don't know
Why I can't let go ♪

♪ After all we've been through ♪

♪ I love you and you ♪

♪ I love you and you
Baby ♪

♪ I love you and you ♪

♪ I don't wanna burn in hell ♪

♪ Love is blind
And I can't fake it ♪

♪ I don't want for us
To kiss and tell ♪

♪ Anymore ♪

♪ But of one thing
I'm sure ♪

♪ I love you and you ♪

♪ I love you and you, ladies ♪

♪ I love you and you ♪

(♪)

♪ Is money your god
And is God your money? ♪

♪ Only time will tell ♪

♪ I don't believe in Eden
Well, it's not what I believe ♪

♪ But I wanna be there
I just wanna be there ♪

♪ So listen well ♪

♪ I don't wanna change
Your life ♪

♪ But I don't wanna leave you
All alone ♪

♪ I'm not asking you
To be my wives anymore ♪

♪ But there's one thing I know ♪

♪ I love you and you ♪

♪ I love you and you, ladies ♪

♪ I loooo-oooo-oooo-oooo-
Oooo-oooo-oooo... ♪

♪ ...oooo-oooo-oooo-ooove ♪

♪ I love you
You, you ♪

♪ You, you, baby ♪

♪ I loooo-oooo-oooo-oooo-
Oooo-oooo-oooo... ♪

♪ ...oooo-oooo-oooo-ooove
Love, love, love, love ♪

♪ You and you ♪

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♪ You know I love you ♪

♪ Adam 'n' Eve 'n' Eve ♪

♪ Hard to believe, yeah ♪

♪ Adam 'n' Eve 'n' Eve ♪

♪ Hard to belie-eee-eee-eeeve
Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Adam and Eve, yeah ♪

♪ It was hard to believe ♪

♪ Mmmmm
Mmmmm-mmmmmm ♪

♪ You and you ♪