Errogination. This is Wanda. How may I help you?
So my wife loves watching your films, Mr. Olson.
- As foreplay. - She's really very naughty.
It's our anniversary coming up, and I was thinking,
what better gift for my husband than to...
make our own movie.
It just gets better and better, you know?
Filming ourselves has...
always been a secret fantasy of mine.
So I said, okay...
But it has to be done properly.
Tastefully.
Not tacky. You know, a bit of class.
- Classy. - Classy. Classy. Classy.
We do private shoots, for a fee.
Name your price.
What kind of a theme are you interested in?
It has to have a storyline, you know?
I was toying with...
a threesome.
I saw this girl
in some of your films.
And she just...
She makes me...
Curious?
- Curious is good. - Curious is great.
Okay, we got at least a dozen girls like her,
if not better.
It has to be this one.
'Cause my wife's picky. She's very picky.
So, great. Absolutely.
Why don't we give her a call, see if she's in town.
Come with me.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
You know, we can accommodate almost any desire.
I've, always wanted to be tied up.
Bingo. I love my wife.
Look at this lot.
- Any luck with the number? - Got it right here.
Is there a problem?
With the number. Is there a problem?
You know what? I'm gonna be totally honest with you guys.
She's the one girl I can't get you.
She wanted to leave the business.
I can get you any other girl.
We have Amber, and I actually think that you would find Amber...
How much for the real number?
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- Tied up, honey? - That was an act.
The rest of it was, maybe, but that bit rang true.
- In your dreams. - Abso-bloody-lutely.
- How was the meeting? - It would have been easier
if you'd been there to show off your credentials.
An 18-year-old runaway girl isn't exactly a federal case.
Which is why I'd never ask you to run her number without a warrant.
God.
Nice to see you, too, dad.
We gonna have to postpone this today.
It's my final journalism project.
I shadow you two days, fly on the wall.
- We discussed this months ago. - Yeah, but, you know,
not today and not this case.
- And here I was so proud of you. - For what?
For taking on coach Dawkins' case.
- So you already know about that. - I wasn't born yesterday, dad.
Don't rub it in.
Coach Dawkins and his daughter Amy are waiting in the conference room.
I made them some tea.
So tell me what you know.
You want to protect me
from a case involving pornography. I get it.
Not about the case. What did Dawkins tell you?
It's more what I got Amy to tell me,
or don't you remember we used to be friends?
Amy said Molly was abducted.
All right, look.
Missing girl turns up in the porn trade.
- Find another story. - My ex-coach's daughter
goes missing for 6 months
and he turns to you to find her?
There is no other story. Sorry, dad.
No pressure, then.
Amy, I can show you around the place now.
All right.
Olson...
He produced this lot.
He says he has no idea where Molly is,
and I believe him.
Has he got a phone number? Has he got anything?
It was disconnected.
So I got nothing.
Sorry,
I don't mean to sound like I'm not grateful for what you're doing...
Kills me what my wife would think if she'd lived to see this.
She'd be proud you're not going to stop until you've got your daughter back.
Why are you doing all this for me?
It's every father's worst nightmare.
Eli, Torres.
Work your way through this lot.
If you find anything useful, there's a promotion for one of you.
I'm not really a porn guy.
- Don't put me on, Loker. - What does that mean?
He's saying you're lying, that you love porn.
See, that's 1-love to Torres.
So is that true about that promotion?
Do I got time to hang around and talk about it?
- But why now? - Foster's in my ear,
talking about overall efficiency.
One of you two is gonna get it off my plate.
By doing what, exactly?
General supervisory work.
It's longer hours, it's harder work,
but it comes with a personal part-time assistant.
So I'd be, like, Loker's superior?
So, I would get an assistant?
Part-time, right?
All right, now, I want, memos from each of you,
typewritten, telling me why you think you're qualified for the job.
Keep them brief. Get cracking.
I want you to know, even though you've only worked here 2 years,
I'd happily work for you.
I won't let your demotion from last year
affect the work I do for you if you're the VP.
Besides, I'd never stab you in the back for
- the sake of a ridiculous competition. - That's a relief. Me neither.
It's Lacy, right? Hello, Lacy.
It shouldn't take a minute. It's just a couple questions.
You've been in the business for...
- 6, 7 months. - All right.
You know her, don't you?
See how she folded her arms?
She got defensive, pretty quickly.
You owe her money?
I thought this was an audition. I was told you had a job for me.
I do have a job for you. What's the hourly rate?
500.
There you are.
- How did you know Molly? - Cassidy? We met on set.
- Her real name's Molly. - Whatever.
I was getting away from a violent boyfriend.
She needed a roommate. We moved in together for a while.
When did you last see her?
She got out of the business a few months ago,
dropped off the planet.
Any idea where she went?
I don't know. She kept to herself.
Two kinds of girls who do this...
girls who like sex and girls who...
Girls who what?
Who are repeating abuse patterns from their childhood.
Did she ever talk to you about her childhood?
She didn't have to.
Meaning?
Meaning it was too painful.
Trust me on that.
You said you'd been in the business for what, 6, 7 months?
Any idea what your shelf life is gonna be?
Do you have any thoughts on that?
But thank you. It's so great to know that you care.
- What do you think happened to Molly? - I already told you.
Someone took her away from me,
against her will.
She ran away, didn't she, coach?
I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong.
I am a good father,
to Molly and Amy.
Say it, then.
Lets have it.
I never ever molested my daughter Molly or Amy.
I believe that.
But you're hiding something.
Something that put that guilt in your eyes and in those fists.
You did something
that made your daughter run away.
Ever since Molly went missing,
my dad's barely let me out of his sight for one minute.
My dad's going to find her, Amy.
I miss her so much.
Let's go, darlin'.
They've done all they can do.
Come on, Amy, let's go.
I don't understand.
Excuse me.
- What happened? - Just give them space.
Amy, why do you think Molly left?
She didn't leave. Someone took her.
Now, your dad knows that that's not true, don't you, coach?
He's thinks I'm responsible for what happened to her.
Please. Molly put my dad through hell.
Stealing the car when she was 14, cutting class all the time, you name it.
And he never raised his voice at her, not once.
So don't you dare blame him for any of this.
It's too late for that, sweetheart.
So he didn't abuse Molly or anything?
Zero signs of guilt when the subject came up.
Otherwise it would be a police matter, and you'd be at home doing homework,
which is where you should be.
Well, thank you, dad.
- For what, exactly? - For letting me be there for Amy.
Right, as a friend, not as an employee, so don't get the two confused.
That was a fun little wild goose chase with that disconnected phone number.
It used to be billed to a P.O. box, so,
I called all the regional hospitals and gave them both names...
Cassidy Dawkins and Molly Dawkins. The medical bill from Bethesda hospital
was billed to Cassidy at that address.
I always said the FBI was just a bunch of puppies.
- That would be you, dad. - Down.
I'll be right back.
Freeze! Freeze!
How do you do?
Nice.
Hey, you guys. I'm looking for my friend Molly Dawkins.
Anybody here know Molly Dawkins?
How about Cassidy Dawkins?
Thank you very much. You've been a great help.
Uhh! Let go!
- This is my house! I got rights! - Yeah, right.
You must be the owner.
- Yeah, who wants to know? - FBI.
- For having a party? - We're looking for Molly Dawkins.
I don't know no Molly.
Don't get clever, all right? Not in them shoes.
- Maybe you know her as Cassidy Dawkins. - I think you have the wrong house.
You always run out the back when somebody knocks on the door?
Yeah. This is harassment. I'm calling my lawyer.
You running a porn business?
- That's porn for yes. - Porn's not a crime.
- Filming it without a license is. - Cassidy Dawkins.
Upstairs?
Downstairs?
- Upstairs it is. - Upstairs it is.
Look, these kids, they come to me.
They need a safe place to go.
So you're some kind of social worker, then?
Safe? There are drugs everywhere.
I give them food, I give them shelter. I don't ask for anything in return.
Carry on.
Yeah, except for the copious amounts of free sex, on camera.
Which they're not even fully conscious for.
Molly?
You all right, darling?
Now would be a good time for you to call your lawyer.
- Molly? - What?
Hey, I'm Gillian Foster. I'm a doctor.
- What has she taken? - I don't know.
She asked for a place to crash, I gave her a place to crash.
Oh, what, so this is a nanny cam, is it?
I'm gonna get her stuff.
Go on, get out of here. We're done with you. Go. Get going.
What do you guys want?
To take you away from here, to a safe place.
Yeah, I've heard that before.
I'll bet you have.
My dad sent you, didn't he?
I don't ever want to see that bastard again. Just leave me alone.
- Just get out. - Molly, listen to me.
You're in bad shape, with some bad people.
We can't force you to leave with us.
Look, at least let us get you out of here
before the authorities show up, huh?
Hey. It's my dad's sweatshirt. Sorry, it's a little big.
You go to Cal?
I'm applying, but I got that
- because my dad's name is also Cal. - You guys look happy.
We have good days and not so good days,
but mostly good.
- I'm not going back. - Nobody said you had to, darlin'.
I know that your sister wishes you would.
You know, she misses you.
- So does your dad. - I don't want anything to do with him.
You want to tell us why not?
I'm not going back, OK?
Whatever you're scared of, I can see it's real to you.
- What? - Where did you just go?
Nowhere.
You're thinking about your dad, darling.
How do you know?
I saw the exact same expression on your dad's face
the other day.
He'll kill me.
You're safe here, Molly, I promise. Right, dad?
You got my word on it.
I just... I can't live like this anymore.
Well, you don't have to, do you? I mean, that's why we went to that dump,
we pulled you out of there, and then we brought you back here to my house.
- Milk? - Yes, please.
All right. Let's have it, then.
Out with it.
My dad...
He killed my mom.
My parents argued a lot.
And one night,
I was in my bed and
I heard a scream and a loud crash.
And when I came out of my room...
I found my mom...
At the bottom of the stairs.
And my dad was just running around cleaning something up.
He wasn't even checking on her.
When the police came,
he said that it was just an accident.
How old were you?
Five.
You buried the memory?
Yeah. Until a year ago.
My boyfriend and I got in a big fight
and it all just started to come back.
You've never told anyone?
I'm not saying it was the right thing to do. I mean, I'm not proud of that,
but I just knew that I had to get out of where I was.
Did you actually see your dad push your mom down the stairs?
- I was there. - Granted. But...
- It was a long time ago, right? - I saw him do it.
Are you sure what you saw wasn't something that you just pieced together
in the confusion of what was happening?
I know what I know.
You know, I think it's time we leaned a little harder on your dad,
don't you?
Your wife's neck was broken 14 years ago,
and your daughter describes you as running around like a headless chicken.
- I want to see my daughter. - He accused you of murder, coach.
Put your hands behind your back.
Which means that the next time you see Molly will be in a courtroom.
Listen, my wife died. She broke her neck. It was an accident.
It's all in the police report.
You think I killed my wife?
- Did you argue with her that night? - That's ridiculous.
- Did you hit her? Did you Chuck her? - I want to see Amy!
Amy will be protected until we figure this out. Have a seat.
- You can't do this. You can't take Amy. - Yeah, he can, actually.
This is Agent Ben Reynolds.
I need child protective services at 2270 story street.
Please, I can't lose Amy, too!
You think this will get him to talk?
- I don't know. It's worth a shot. - All we have is Molly's confused memory
about what happened 14 years ago.
If this guy thinks lawyer, we're screwed.
I'm banking on him wanting to protect his kids.
- Dad! - Amy!
- Dad! - Here we go.
- Calm down, relax. It's gonna be fine. - You can't take him.
We just want to talk.
It's OK. Come on. Let's get you in the house.
It's OK.
What's the matter?
You tell me. I mean,
who's gonna love somebody who...
Who what, Molly?
Just somebody like me.
Someone like you?
You mean an ex-actress?
Ex-porn slut.
Just say it in plain English.
No one has to know about what you were doing before.
I mean, past is past, and I won't tell anyone. Will you?
- You're sweet. - No so much.
I think you'd make a good sister.
Well, so would you.
But more importantly, so would Amy,
if you let her.
She's protecting something. Something deeper that's eating away at her.
She's got so much pain.
You make her feel better.
I'm just talking to her.
And she hasn't had that in a long time.
I mean, maybe my dad's right.
I'm not ready for this.
- Your dad isn't always right. - I just...
I didn't realize it was gonna be quite like this.
Yeah.
I've known girls at school like her, but... only from a distance.
Keeping you close by might help her feel more comfortable about opening up.
Really?
"A born leader"? Really?
- Your mommy tell you that? - Ha ha. That's funny.
You can hate all you want, but I'm getting this promotion.
- What could you possibly have over me? - I'm a natural. Remember?
Oh,, I'm sorry. So,
you're saying that you've accomplished nothing aside from just being born.
Look,
we're both good candidates for this job.
That's a nice try with the politician's touch.
- Politician's touch? You made that up. - I did?
A calculated gesture
to convince opponents that they'r wrong, yet still be reasonable about it.
- We're all on the same side here. - OK, look, I tried to work you.
Sorry. This is not...
Maybe that is Lightman's game.
He pits us against each other just to see who emerges alive.
Well, then let's not play his game.
- Let's do this our way. - Better yet...
Let's just not play at all.
What would he least expect us to do?
You buy the first round after work.
No, just expense it.
To be a VP, you gotta act like one.
Molly, I need you to do something for me.
Look, I'm really tired.
I just want you to picture if your sister were here with us right now.
OK?
What's the most important thing that you'd want her to know?
That I'm not coming home.
That I can't.
Hey. Uh, here you go.
Sorry. If you'd rather, I can get you a big t-shirt or something.
No, it's great. Thank you.
If I were to tell Amy something, it would be that...
Iit would be better if she never saw me again.
Why would you say that, Molly?
Because I'm toxic.
Molly, this secret you're keeping,
whatever it is, you need to get it out.
OK, just forget it, OK? I really... I can't do this.
You're doing great.
Please.
Do you feel like if you don't talk about it,
that... maybe it never happened?
Yeah.
You shouldn't have to cope with this on your own.
I'm HIV-positive.
Oh, my God, I... That...
Sucks. Yeah.
Are you getting treatment?
On and off.
You know what the worst part is?
I never even had sex, except for those scenes I did.
Never shot up.
We will get you the proper care.
Well... My life's never going to be normal again.
Corporate culture?
There's 20 people in our office and it feels like nobody knows each other.
That's what a VP should be fixing.
Social networks recede with age in a lot of primate species.
Maybe we should get to know each other.
OK. All right. Let's play 2 truths and a lie.
I have a gun in my nightstand.
I was 18 the first time I slept with someone twice my age.
And I love videos of kittens climbing up slides or out of buckets.
- Middle one is a lie. - Right... Right. I was 19.
OK, um...
This job changed my life.
My favorite food is mustard.
And I sleep naked most nights.
Oh, the second one. Please be the second.
I love mustard. How do you not know that?
I just always pictured you as a naked sleeper.
Thong and a tank top.
You know, after tomorrow, you're going to talk to me through my assistant.
Your turn. Uh-uh.
Let's see.
I sing in the shower.
Billy Joel. Hmm.
My last girlfriend left me for a friend and I didn't even see it coming.
Uh, and, uh...
I would really like to kiss you right now.
They're all true.
- I should be in there with you. - No. He thinks he's under arrest.
Just stay close.
How's he doing?
He hasn't said a word so he hasn't asked for anything and he hasn't moved.
If Molly got HIV in these films,
then doesn't that mean there are others that must be infected?
And whoever infected her is probably still out there.
Everyone that makes these videos has to get tested, so if somebody
knowingly transmitted HIV to Molly, that's a crime.
If the producers, crew, or anyone else was involved, then that's a crime, too.
They should shut them down, all of them.
Yeah, right now.
Oh, thanks, darling.
Now what?
- Molly's HIV. - What?
Where is she? Is she...
I have to go see her. Please, let me see her.
She don't want to see you right now.
And there's nothing I can do about that
until I know what's going on.
Is she being taken care of? Has she got a doctor?
Yes.
And yes.
But she's going to need a little bit more than that.
- Meaning? - You know what I mean.
Oh, man, you got no idea what you're asking me to do.
Look,
if I'm gonna put you in a room with Molly against her will,
I'm gonna need a solid reason.
You'd do that?
Well, I can't help you, then.
My wife and I were going through
a rough patch.
There was two kids and, uh, it was hard.
And Molly would watch TV while Helen and I fought.
The same cartoon over and over, and, uh...
The damn monkey...
That would leave things out for people to slip on.
And Molly copied every little thing that monkey did.
She started leaving toys out all over the house,
and we told her, you know, somebody's going to get hurt.
But she just kept doing it.
Your wife fell.
Yeah.
She broke her neck.
And you hid this.
She was just a little girl.
I didn't want her to live her whole life
with her mom's blood on her hands.
So you want Molly to keep believing that dad killed our mom?
I don't think the truth's going to help your sister. I mean, not in this case.
She barely has the coping skills to deal with her illness.
Now imagine if she knew the truth about your mom's death.
But she was just a kid. It's not her fault.
I know. I agree with you.
But after all she's put you and your father through,
the guilt could send her into another tailspin.
Well, what do I tell her?
How old are you?
16.
Right. I was 2 years older than you when my mom killed herself.
Pills.
- I'm sorry. - It happens.
The doctors, they said to me, it's not your fault.
But I still, to this day,
think that I should have seen that one coming.
Now, what if they'd said to me that...
She'd died of a stroke or something?
That, you know, she'd died peacefully?
Molly needs a believable explanation for what she remembers.
So, what, you're gonna lie to her?
I'm gonna get her back with her dad.
I think that I have an idea.
Good morning.
Great morning.
Lightman was looking for that DVD from yesterday. Do you have it?
Why are you doing that thing where you act like nothing happened?
I'm being professional. We're colleagues.
Can't you be professional?
Yes, absolutely.
Yes, I can. In fact,
let me return this to you in a professional manner.
Did you lose something last night, colleague?
- What? - Nothing.
You two are so gonna have to do better than that.
I'm not even a scientist and I can tell.
Thank you, Anna.
Are they bringing in a new VP? There's a rumor going around.
- What rumor? Who said that? - No one.
Everyone. I'm sorry.
Maybe they're gonna promote one of you.
I'll leave now.
You should give it back to her now, whatever it is.
Last night's...
thing,
it's off the table.
Yeah, definitely.
But I was thinking, what if neither of us takes the promotion?
Maybe last night only happened because somethings about to change.
Or maybe last night is more important than a promotion.
If you turn down the promotion and he offers it to me,
I'll take it.
I'm sorry, but it's true.
Molly was infected on your set.
Look, I run a clean operation. Everyone is legal,
consenting, and HIV-negative.
4 actresses from your movies
have been infected with HIV in the last year.
This my come as a shock to you, but, some porn stars,
they catch the virus on their own dime.
If you knowingly exposed Molly to HIV,
- then you're going to jail. - Why would I do that?
I'm a businessman.
Let me explain something. I'm about to subpoena everybody you've worked
with in the last 5 years. So how's that for business?
An 18-year-old kid just found out
at best she's going to fighting to stay healthy,
and at worst, she's going to die young.
We want a list of all the actors that Molly
and the other HIV-positive girls have worked with.
Their real names, their addresses, phone numbers.
All you had to do was ask.
You're saying that you don't remember any of them.
What can I say?
Ass kind of runs together after a while.
You know, Olson says that you worked with all 4 of these actresses.
And since then, all 4 of them have tested positive for HIV.
Now, I'm doing the math and it all adds up the same way.
I get checked before every shoot.
- It's just what you do. - You hear that raised pitch?
He's really the guy?
So you're telling us that you're disease free? Right.
What's is like?
I mean, really, how's it feel
to give 4 girls
potentially a death sentence? What's that like?
I'm sorry if some of these girls got sick.
No, you're not.
- He's not, you know. - I know.
- There's not a shred of remorse. - I've got nothing to be remorseful for.
You want proof.
How could I be lying
if my blood test from last week says that I'm clean?
Thank you for this.
For what?
For being as dumb as you look.
Thanks for taking the time, doctor.
- You said Fentris gave you my name? - Yeah, he said, you know, you could,
give me a hand, with my little problem. You know, itchy. Get my drift?
I'm sure Fentris told you I don't take insurance.
Yeah. Cash, cash. Cash up front, right?
One question for you, though.
Did you charge
these girls extra?
- I don't follow. - You have no idea who these people are?
Should I?
No. You've never seen them before in your life. But funny thing is, right,
if one of them dies,
you're going to jail for murder. Wacky.
I don't know what your deal is, but I think you should leave.
- Here you go. - This is FBI
Agent Ben Reynolds.
He's got an itch, too.
If you even try and deny
that you gave Lee Fentris a free pass to infect those girls,
- I'm gonna rip your throat out. - Open wide.
Get up. You're under arrest.
- What for? I didn't do anything. - You're HIV-positive.
Your doctor's been falsifying your papers.
You've been that way for 2 years.
That's attempted murder. Let's go.
This way.
People like you, you think we're all living in sleaze.
Not true. I had a good life.
It just didn't pan out.
What about Molly and the other girls, then?
I guess it didn't pan out for them either.
Is that him? Is that that son of a bitch?
- What is he doing here? - I called him.
I thought that's the least I could do. Yeah, that's him.
I've always been proud of the fact I never resorted to violence,
you worthless piece of trash.
I'll forget your face, but you'll never forget mine.
Come on, let's go.
Amy left some toys out, my mom tripped on them and fell,
and that's what killed her?
He was covering up for her. He didn't want her to have to live with the guilt.
Amy just found out what really happened.
- You told her? - No, I did.
I loved your mom.
But if you were protecting Amy, why wouldn't you tell me?
Just...
Try to be your dad for a second, all right?
You were protecting me, too?
He's had a hell of a day.
He needs you.
That's the understatement of the century.
I'm sorry.
You got the job, didn't you?
I can't say I'm not completely and incredibly surprised.
Well, you deserve it.
The raise, the assistant,
the inevitable superiority complex.
About that...
Wait, you didn't turn it down, did you?
Loker?
I took the job.
Right.
But technically, the superiority complex
and the job don't start until tomorrow.
So I was thinking that we could get a drink...
And celebrate.
I wish I could, boss.
- What are you doing? - Finishing my journalism essay.
All right.
How's it going?
I just have one last question.
You're worried about the lie Amy has to tell, aren't you?
Off the record.
In my experience, right,
telling a lie
can never be a good thing.
Even if it'll save a family and a life?
I hope I got this one right, em. I really do.
Would you ever lie to protect me?
You'd never put me in that position.
That's a deflection, and a little naive, by the way.
You see, you've been spending far too much time
hanging around in my office.
Just answer the question, please.
I'd lie my ass off
to protect you.
Me, too.
Just do your homework.
What are you going to tell the teacher?
- The dog ate it. - Right.
Come here.
We haven't got a dog.
Well, I guess we'll have to get one.