Kev: Ohh-kay. Well, I have nothing on file for yourczarina.com other than that someone wired in some money from offshore. That's all I got.
Detective Amanda Rollins: Okay, then give us the I.P. address and the wire info and we'll take it from there.
Kev: Uh, I can't do that because our clients pay us top dollar to maintain their privacy. So if you want that information, you've gotta come back in with a search warrant, okay?
Detective Amanda Rollins: I don't think you understand.
Detective Odafin 'Fin' Tutuola: Let's get something straight. First, spit that lollipop out, before I smack it out your mouth. You're not a five-year-old.
Detective Amanda Rollins: You make us get a warrant, we're gonna call the feds.
Kev: Uh, well, we're not doing anything illegal here.
Detective Amanda Rollins: This place here is a front, your server is illegal, and we're gonna hold you responsible for all of the crimes on all of the sites.
Detective Odafin 'Fin' Tutuola: We're gonna shut this toilet down and put your little ass in jail. You understand me - jail. Where you're gonna be suckin' on somethin' else. Now, what you wanna do? You want that?
Kev: No, no I don't want that, so I'm gonna help you out. But can we not call in the feds on this? Is that cool?
Detective Odafin 'Fin' Tutuola: We don't like them anyway.
Kev: Great, so we're on the same page. Um, this is the physical address of the last place that the website was logged into and changed. Okay. So that's the best that I can do for you. Okay? So are we cool now?
Detective Amanda Rollins: [dialing her phone] Yeah, yeah, we're done here.
Kev: Great.
FBI Agent: [bursting into the room] F.B.I., hands up now! Move away from your keyboards.
Kev: Come on, you lied to me?
Detective Odafin 'Fin' Tutuola: Yup!
Detective Amanda Rollins: Ain't life a bitch?