8MM 2

Synopsis: David Huxley, low-born self-made legal counsel at the US embassy in Budapest, may expect his career to be boosted by his impending marriage to Tish, daughter of old money tycoon and ambassador to Hungary Harrington. But when the happy couple spends a night of hot sex at a spa, including a threesome with an exhibitionist model, they are secretly filmed, and the suspect is found murdered in their hotel. To handle the blackmail, they venture into a sex club where porno movies are made. Tish volunteers to 'act' so David can snoop around, but that only gets them into even greater danger, which ultimately proves most deceptive.
Director(s): J.S. Cardone
Production: Sony Pictures Entertainment
106 min

Not guilty!

So you were f***ing the court stenographer.

I was just fantasizing

I was f***ing the court stenographer.

- Not sure I like that, David.

- It was you who started this fantasy game.

Yeah, and you seem to have mastered it.

I wonder what my father would say

if he knew an embassy counselor...

was fantasizing sex in the courtroom?

I'm sure the Ambassador has had

a few carnal thoughts in his lifetime.

Why don't you ask him

at our little wedding-planning dinner?

I don't think so, Tish.



Welcome to the Alhambra.

The housekeepers leave at sunset.

As you can see,

we have very few guests in winter.

Breakfast is served 7:00 to 10:00.

No lunch or dinner,

but you will find excellent dining...

in Veszprem.

Wow. This is actually nice.

Very nice.

The baths are open until the night.

They are a short walk from here.

My name is Josef Klim.

Anything you need,

do not hesitate to call me.

"Do not hesitate to call me."

Okay, is it just me,

or is the Klim guy just a little bit creepy?

So you wanna unpack or something?

Or something, huh?

What really is your fantasy?

I mean, if you could have...

one thing in the entire world...

what would it be?

Marry you and get elected President.

That's two.

Political success. I already have you.

I'm serious.

It's a silly game.

I want you to give me one...

really good reason

why you want to marry me.

I love you.

I want to spend

the rest of my life with you.

And three:
I get to have the most awesome

bachelor party in the world.

I cannot understand

your complete obsession with this night...

of infantile debauchery that

your so-called friends have planned for you.

Come here.

I want to go see...

these famous baths...

and then I want to come back here and f***.

Sounds good to me.

"Sounds good to me."

You're so adorable.

You know, bachelor parties are a tradition.

- It's some tradition.

- Women have them, too.

Yeah, I know. Lynn's was absurd.

I mean, imagine 20 college-educated...

My, my.


Don't push your luck.

- Well, I only meant that...

- I know exactly what you meant.

I wonder who she is.

Why don't you go down there and ask her?

I'm sure she'd appreciate the intrusion.

Where you going?

I didn't drive all this way

to stare at a naked woman.

Well, it seems like

a perfectly good reason to me.

That's funny.

Tell me the truth.

You were just thinking about that woman,

weren't you?




My mother is driving me crazy.

You sure you want to do it now?

Or wait till the spring in the States?

Do not try to weasel out on me.

I came all the way here to get married...

before I lose you

to some long-legged Hungarian beauty.

We can have the reception in the spring.

What are we gonna do tonight?

Your creepy little friend

recommended a restaurant in Veszprem...

and told me about this great club.

Can we go, please?

Sure. He also told me about that girl.

What girl?

The one from the baths, remember?

Obviously, you do.

He told me

that she's the only other guest in the hotel...

that she comes here frequently

from Budapest...

that she comes from a mega-rich family,

such as yourself...

and she's a model...

and she's done some film.

Did you happen to get her shoe size

while you were at it?

- I was just making conversation.

- Just making conversation.

I'm gonna go get a drink. Want one?

You sure?

This afternoon...

you knew we were watching you,

didn't you?

You and your husband?


My name is Risa.


So why did you come here?

To dance.

I mean here, to the baths.

To get away.

Have a little adventure.

And have you had an adventure?

Not really.

You want one? You and your fiance?




Risa, David.

I'll get my things.

What's going on?

Just think of it as the best f***ing

bachelor party you'll ever have.

I don't know why,

but I wanted to all of a sudden.

It was better than any fantasy.

We're crazy, you know that?

I love you.

I know.

Me, too, to you.

How can you defend them, Richard?

It's not about defending anyone.

I just don't agree with you.

You don't think the White House

is dismantling our civil liberties?

No, I don't think so.

Our guests aren't interested in this, Perry.

Well, they should be, dear Sister.

What we do affects everyone.

When we say, "Jump,"

the rest of the world says, "How high?"

That was rude,

and this is not the time or the place.

Why not?

What do you say, Mr. Szamos?

Careful, Tamas.

You are very bad at jumping.

In these troubled times,

I would presume that safeguards...

might be your President's first priority.

As usual,

my son grossly exaggerates the issue.

Nobody is dismantling anything.

It's a perfectly normal price to pay

for homeland security.

Please. They're stealing America...

and God forbid if you're anti-war,

pro-choice, or gay...

or not one of their fanatical legions

of evangelical hand puppets.

Yes, God forbid.

What about the Judiciary?

Isn't anyone concerned...

that it's being turned into

a goddamn right-wing dog-and-pony show?

Perry. Language.

Sorry, Mother, but really, it's a joke.

Just like their slash-and-burn

environmental policies.

Well, you may not have noticed, Son,

but there is an energy crisis...

and the White House

doesn't have to sugarcoat reality.

We are at war...

and the world of your tree-hugging ideology

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