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in the "mini-Madoff" trial of James King.
I lost everything! F*** you!
I didn't do it!
For too long,
wealthy white-collar offenders like you...
...have gotten a free pass with light
sentences in minimum-security prison...
...while working Americans have suffered.
Well, that ends today, Mr. King.
I sentence you
to the harshest penalty allowed:
Ten years in a maximum-security prison.
You have 30 days
to get your affairs in order.
Just run them over!
I can't go to jail. I'll die in there.
That's not gonna happen, James,
because I'm gonna put my investigators...
...on this twenty-four-seven
until we find out who really did this.
Just stay in county lines
with that thing on.
Otherwise, the U.S. Marshals
will be down there pronto.
Son, I want you to stay strong.
Do you hear me?
I will.
I'll be so strong for you, Dad.
Why me?
I have to leave the country!
It took so long to ring me up, I had to miss
my waxing appointment. I feel like a gorilla.
It's summer too.
I can't believe this is happening to me.
- It's like they don't recognize you anymore.
- Thank you. Yes.
Alissa!
Hey! It's me, James.
I know. What are you doing?
Why do you look like that?
Just eat your f***ing salads.
I'll f***ing kill you if you say anything.
Hi.
- Hi. Hi.
- Hi.
I came up with a great idea.
Let's just run away! Some place
that no one would ever think to find us.
Mexico.
Let's just leave this
material world behind.
Live in a one-bedroom shack.
- Oh, God.
- Yes.
- You could sell Chiclets on the road.
- What?
Look, we'll work out the details later.
- We should get out of here.
- No!
- I already cut off my ankle bracelet.
- No! No.
Let's go.
- James, no.
- What?
- No! I'm leaving you.
- Why?
But I thought you loved me forever.
Well, now you know.
Alissa.
This is the U.S. Marshal Service.
James King, exit the building
and surrender to custody immediately.
Oh, sh*t!
Hey, guys. He's in there.
Why are you arresting me?
I am but a simple bartender from Belize.
Wait, no. Mexico.
Call my lawyer in Tijuana.
Sh*t!
- What the f*** is that?! Get off!
- It's me! It's me!
- Mr. King?
- Yes.
You scared the sh*t out of me, man.
What you doing in the trunk?
I just needed a place to regroup.
You know, fresh start.
Okay. Hey. Let me help you out, man.
F*** you, King!
- I lost everything because of you!
- I didn't do it!
F***!
F*** someone!
F*** a tit!
F*** a tit hard!
For the love of Alan Greenspan.
F***! My life is ruined.
I venture you've heard
that I'm going to prison.
Yeah. No, we all did. I just didn't
wanna bring it up first, that's all.
Come on. They're probably sending you
to some Club Fed prison.
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