How the hell did you get in here? Tricks of the trade, my friend. Listen, I gave some more thought of the terms of our arrangement, Conny, and I decided that I'm no longer interested in working for your crappy little hedge fund. Well, good, because I never really took your penny little threats seriously. What you claim to have is a copy of the delusional ramblings of a suicidal socialite. And if that printout even exists, there's no more validity to the accusations now than there was 18 years ago. What I have is a video of your murdered henchman, Frank Stevens, tossing said socialite off a building, not to mention an incriminating conversation between you and your whore about your complicity in framing . And I'm assuming you have this video with you. Oh, I wouldn't be that reckless. No. We have some negotiating to do first. Now, why don't you make me your best offer and I'll see what I can do about keeping that recording out of the hands of federal prosecutors. You really are son of a bitch, aren't you? Yes. It does appear that you despicable people are starting to rub off on me.