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- ( drill whirring )
- Man: Hey, let me see that.

- Man #2: See what?
- The lever.

- Why?
- It's mine, isn't it?

- ( drill whirring )
- Man #2: Yeah.

- Man: Son of a...
- Man #2: What?

- What?
- Yeah.

- Man #3:
Where are the latches?
- ( laughs ) Oh, wow.

Hey, ain't seen
your mother in years.

( laughs )

All right, Frankie,
half the job's done.

The other half
will be complete
by tomorrow.

All right.
Projectors work
in all of them?

Locked and loaded.

- You get
the other half tomorrow.
- All right.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
come here.

Do me a favor?

Load this one up
for me personally,
all right?

This one right here.

Hey, big man.

Hey.

So, you get
the coin take from Hodas

and walked it over
to Carlos, right?

- How much this week?
- Four to Rudy.

All this
should bump that up
real nice, though.

They said it's gonna be
done by tomorrow.

Hey, come here.

Now, I figure
you should be the one
to christen it.

I mean, after all...

( coins jingling )

Go on.

Whoa, not that one.

This one over here.

Yeah, this one works.

This one works
real, real good.

Now, you're gonna want
some privacy, big man.

( laughs )

( projector whirring )

( chuckles )

Now, I know your cock
just jumped

right into your hand,
Mikey.

There's no way it didn't.

( laughs )

( chuckles )
Man.

Because you dreamed it,
big man.

Because
you dreamed it.

( laughs )

( theme music playing )

¶ Sisters ¶

¶ Brothers
and the whiteys ¶

¶ Blacks
and the crackers ¶

¶ Police
and their backers ¶

¶ They're all
political actors ¶

¶ But they don't know ¶

¶ There can be no show ¶

¶ And if there's
hell below ¶

¶ We're all gonna go,
go, go, go, go, go ¶

¶ Everybody praying ¶

¶ And everybody saying ¶

¶ But when come time
to do ¶

¶ Everybody's laying ¶

¶ Just talking about
don't worry, worry, worry,
worry, worry, worry ¶

¶ They say, "Don't worry,
worry, worry, worry,
worry, worry" ¶

¶ They say,
"Don't worry, worry ¶

¶ Worry, worry, worry,
worry" ¶

¶ They say,
"Don't worry, worry ¶

¶ Worry, worry,
worry, worry." ¶

So, I've been approaching it
scientifically as of late.

- Why not, right?
- Better porno through science?

( chuckles )
No, I'm not kidding.
Come here. Take a look.

- See, past couple of months...
- ( coins jingle )

...I've been sorting
the quarters from each
machine separately.

Now, I know what film
I'm running on each machine

and I never mix it up
before we do the weight.

Starting to give me
a real sense of what stuff

is bringing in
the most quarters,
know what I mean?

- Right.
- Yeah. Come on.

( men chattering )

This is your cheat sheet.

Consider straight
fucking and sucking
to be a baseline.

Brings in coin,
no problem.

- Candy: Mm-hmm.
- But lesbian sex?

Oh, that's a punch
way above its weight class.

- Lesbians, huh?
- Yeah, cash cows,
so to speak.

- What else?
- Black on white.

Interracial.

Not so much
the black girls
with the white guys.

Vice versa.

The bigger the dick,
the better.

That sells, huh?

Yeah, I had a couple
of new machines

over on Eighth Ave.,
the ones with the doors

so nobody can see
what particular kink
you got going on.

- Candy: Oh.
- Showing only black on white.

Pfft, those guys made
more money at the end
of the month

than anybody else
on the Deuce.

I also got
some Danish loops

showing on
some new machines.

Now, I couldn't put
the labels on those machines

because the cops
would've lost their minds
and confiscated them.

But the customers
found them just the same.

Dogs.

Dogs?

And one horse, actually.

Look, I know it's crazy,

but they can
shoot that stuff
over in Denmark.

Actually, it was more
of a jerk-off scene
than fucking.

Yeah, well,
with a horse,
I'd think so.

( all laughing )

Now, me, personally,
I don't draw

any inspiration
from the real rough stuff,

but there are
customers that do.

I think I know why.
Wanna guess?

Hmm? Guess?

Yeah,
I'll take a guess.

Um... well,
because all these guys

have been taught
that women could
take it or leave it

when it comes to sex.

That we make choices,

that we're particular.

They see some
pretty little white girl

fucking some big,
rough black guy,

and it says, "No, women
are just as sex-crazed
as they are."

That we have
no inhibitions

like they wish
we had no inhibitions.

"Shit, fellas,
we'll even fuck the dog

when you're not looking."

I mean,
that's the fantasy, right?

That's the shit
we're selling here.

I see why
you brought her here.

( all chuckling )

I saw that scene you did
in the wedding gown.

Very notable.

- ( chatter )
- Still think you got
the pick of the litter, son?

Man, I like
her look.

- C.C.: For real?
The bitch is strung out.
- Rodney: I'ma handle that.

- You'll see.
- Shit, I would've jumped
on Melissa first.

- ( chattering )
- Larry: But three women
is more than enough trouble.

No need for four.

I let C.C.
beat me to it.

Oh, you let me?

Nah, see the hole
in the fence?

- Shit fucks me up.
- What? Her teeth?

Yeah, the gap.

( both laughing )

Oh, man,
that shit is hot, man.

Like that model,
that Revlon bitch
in the football movie.

Oh, yeah, that's some
girl-next-door action
right there.

- ( chuckles )
- Reggie just didn't know
how to present the bitch,

- that's all.
- Yeah?

Need to go
the other way with her.

All farm girl
and shit, you know?

Fuck the boots
and minis.

Sell her ass
in calico dresses.

Like she just rode through
the Lincoln Tunnel

on a covered wagon
and shit.

- ( Rodney laughs )
- Mm-hmm, I see that.

Yeah, bet, son.
Melissa's gonna earn.

- I see it.
- C.C.: For real,
Reggie had that wrong.

Reggie Love
had a few things wrong,
come to think of it.

Man died right there
on the floor.

Stretched out
on them greasy tiles,

still talking shit
to a smoking .44.

Now, how you know
he died talking?

Motherfucker never
shut the fuck up.

- ( both chuckling )
- Till he did.

Thing is, though...

there's gotta be
more game out there
than this, you know?

Yo, think about
what we have, Larry.

The cars, the bitches,
the vines.

Wouldn't trade it
for the world.

Neither would I.

Yeah.
( chuckles )

Yeah.

- ( phone ringing )
- ( man chattering )

As good as Les Matthews?

Well, he read it
over my shoulder

and vouched for it,
so be proud.

Wait, you're starting
the story inside?

You're not jumping?

We'll tease it
off the front.

Tease it?

( chuckles )
How are you gonna
tease an exposé

of police corruption?

You've got me holding
the Lindsay Administration

complicit in the lede.

No, you have that.

We called the lawyers
and they told us we had
to re-top the story.

- You called the lawyers?
- Yeah, it has to run
as a straight feature now.

Life on the street--
the girls, the pimps,
the human aspect.

You cut out everything
about the protection?

About the parlors
operating in plain sight?

We've called out
city corruption before.

You named names.

The precinct commanders,
the property owners,

- and lawyers
off the corporate papers.
- I have sources.

Unnamed sources
and no documents
to back it up.

- No corroboration.
- Woman: "Amsterdam News."

Either get people
on the record or get
some documents.

So, all these months,
and in the end,

you're just gonna
run a sob story

about the poor
street waifs and their
hard-hearted pimps?

We weren't going to even
take that, remember?

But you wrote
the hell out of it.

Like I said, be proud.

- ( chatter )
- Alston: Now, I'm thinking,

"Motherfucker,
I'm short-timing,

and here you are
trying to send me
to the pearly gates,

and my black ass
ain't ready to go."

( chuckles )
That's fucked up.

Alston:
Sweeney.

Bielski's with him.

Alston:
Collecting.

Alston:
No rathole is too small
to be on the fucking pad.

Everybody
in the precinct pays.

- ( door closes )
- Sweeney has it locked down.

Maybe.

Maybe not for long.

I'm saying I think
some shit is coming soon.

I don't think
us getting a new captain
is business as usual.

- McDonagh?
- I think he's gonna
houseclean.

What do you mean you think?
He feel you out?

( sighs )

I'm just saying.

I don't think
we should get seen
with our hand out.

And I wouldn't stand
too close to Sweeney

or the other moneymakers.

Well, thanks
for the warning.

What do you think
we should do?

Give the envelope back?

What do you think?

I think if we do that,
everyone in the house

will think
we're rat motherfuckers.

Yeah.

Take what comes,

but show no ambition.

You dig?

It's better money
than slinging drinks
in that shithole bar.

- Am I right, Suze?
- Suze: More fun, too.

( chuckles )
You're the best.

Thanks, Mr. Pipilo.

Hey, how many times
I gotta tell you?

It's Rudy.

- I'll see you soon, doll.
- ( door opens, closes )

( Frankie laughing )

All right, you are now
officially christened

with your first VIP.

Oh, who had the honors?

Suzi,
the Oriental broad.

Oh, shit!

The one that works
at the bar?

I didn't know
she tricked.

Look, gentlemen,
can we get down to
business, please?

Yeah, first I gotta know
what the fuck's going on
with these walls.

It's supposed to be
a magic forest.

- Hmm?
- It's from this play,
"Summer Night Dream."

It was at one
of the theaters on 41st

and they were
dumping this stuff.

Black Frankie knows
the stagehand over there,

so we got it for free.

Looks better
than an empty wall.

"Summer Night Dream"?

Yeah, it's like
a fantasy story.

I even got some
of the costumes
in the back,

but nothing looks good
on the girls.

Some fairy shit
and a donkey head.

Fairy shit like homo?

No, like
fairy tale fairies.

- Ah.
- Well, candy carnival
decorations aside,

this is nice
for the VIPs.

You did good with it.

I especially like
the mirrors on the ceiling

in the rooms.

- Nice touch.
- That was me.

What? It was.

All right,
no disrespect, Rudy,

but I gotta get over
to the bar, get everything
set up for the day.

Vince don't even like
walking into this place.
Do you, brother?

Hey, why don't you
just shut the fuck up
already, all right?

- Excuse me.
- Rudy: Okay,
I called this meeting

to make good
on what I promised you,

just like you made good
on what you all promised.

That's your cut
of my cut

of the quarters
from the peeps.

Even if Hodas and them
are stealing,

we're still making money
hand over fist.

Carlos:
Fist over fist.

( whistles )

Oh!
( chuckles )

- ( chuckles )
- Frankie: Nice.

Add that to what you guys
took in last month
on the parlor,

and nobody in this room
goes home poor.

Am I right?

- Yeah.
- It's like
I told you, Vincent,

I ain't greedy.

You make money,
I make money.

We're good together.

Take care of Suzi.

Make sure
she's available for me

anytime I drop by.

And don't let her get
with any colored guys.

They'll stretch her out.

- ( Bobby laughs )
- Frankie: Oh!

Christ, there's gotta be
four or five large here

- just from the peeps.
- Yeah.

After paying off
Rudy and the cops,

we pulled, like,
$14, $15,000

from the parlor
last month.

That's $20,000
in four weeks.

( Bobby chuckles )

Hey, wait for your cut.

Just bring it by the bar.
I gotta go.

( kissing sounds )
Too good for the pussy trade.

- ( laughs )
- ( music playing )

( music continues )

( camera shutter clicking )

- Man: Can I get you a drink?
- Woman: Yeah.

( man cheering )

¶ Too many teardrops ¶

¶ For one heart
to be crying ¶

¶ Too many teardrops
for one heart ¶

¶ To carry on ¶

¶ You're way on top now ¶

¶ Since you left me ¶

¶ Oh,
you're always laughing ¶

¶ Way down at me ¶

¶ Better watch out now ¶

- ¶ Baby, I'm gonna get... ¶
- Vincent: What the fuck
is going on here?

We thought we'd play
some live music.

You decided?
In my bar?

Paul and me.

The band's playing
for their drinks only

and they get
to pass the hat,

so what did we have
to lose?

And look,
we packed the house.

Yeah, don't look like
they're drinking much.

Why's the singer got
all that shit on his face?

I thought that went out
with Al Jolson.

He's part black.

Now I'm really confused.

You guys good here?
Another round?

What's it all mean, Mike?

I don't know,

but I kind of dig it.

Come on, Sherry,
let's dance.

Abby:
Chris, Nita.

So, what do
you guys think?

Not your usual
guitar hero shit, right?

I saw them playing
this rent party

down on St. Mark's Place.

The singer is wild.

More Velvet and street
than Ziggy.

It's different.

Not really glam band.

- ( music blaring )
- What'd you say?

Glam band.

Gang bang-- gang bang?

- ( Abby laughs )
- Did you say gang bang?

I'll be back!

We did it!

Whoo!

¶ ...Cry, cry, cry now ¶

¶ Cry 96 tears ¶

¶ Baby, cry ¶

¶ Cry, cry, cry
96 tears ¶

¶ Come on, baby, tears, tears,
come on, baby ¶

¶ Come on right now,
please, darlin' ¶

¶ Let me hear it
now, now, yeah ¶

¶ All night long... ¶

( moans )

( moans )

I wanna show you
something.

What?

My story.

Draft I want
to turn in, anyway.

That's what I want
to see run next week.

But all the stuff
at the top

about the parlors
and the payoffs?

My editor is saying no.

Why no?

He says to name names
like I want,

I need my sources
to be named on the record.

Either that
or some proof on paper.

A document or whatever.

Well, I'm not a source.

I think I made that clear.

You cut out everything
that makes the city
a part of it,

and what's left?

A human interest story.

Uh, hell makes you think

I won't use my cuffs?

Maybe you will.

( chuckles )

Bernice:
Well, how much love
do you want?

How much do you got?

Man:
How much for
half-and-half?

- $40 for half-and-half.
- Oh, yeah?

Bernice:
And if you like it,
maybe a tip for me.

Man:
Get up there.

( conversation continues
indistinctly )

- Man: I get
a first-timer discount?
- Bernice: No, baby.

I'm asking
how much loving
you want here.

Gotta be $40
for half-and-half.

Can't be less, baby.

( bills rustling )

( TV playing
in background )

Man on TV:
You thought that probably
you might be able

to throw some light
on the subject.

Man #2 on TV:
This might be one.

Leave her there?

There's absolutely
nothing wrong with her.

Man on TV:
Huh?

You mean I've been
pining away for nothing?

She was put in a deep
hypnotic sleep, that's all.

But why? Why, Doc?

- ( door opens )
- Hey, Harv?

You wanna pick
the fuck threads
for Thursday

or you wanna
just let me do it?

What?

Oh, hey.
Excuse me.

Candy, I'd like you
to meet Shana.

- Hi.
- Hi.

How do you do?

Candy's a performer,

and my assistant as well.

( clears throat )

Shana drove up
from, uh...

- Virginia Beach.
- Virginia Beach.

She would like
to make movies with us.

Oh.

You done this before?

No.

But you're in the trade?

Shana is a housewife
in Virginia Beach.

And with her husband
she owns a small bookstore.

I watch the movies.

I think I can do
what you do.

( both chuckling )

Before they opened
their adult bookstore,

Shana was
a dental hygienist.

Rise and shine.

Why?

Or don't rise and shine.
Fuck it.

But it's gonna taste
a lot better right now
than in 20 minutes.

- You had fun
last night, didn't you?
- ( chuckles )

You and Paul turned
my bar into some sort
of rock 'n' roll show.

- You made money.
- Yeah.

I did.
( clears throat )

So...

you and Paul can have
a third of the take

every Saturday night
if you wanna keep
that going.

And I think
we should get
a place together

and move in.

( chuckles )

Why not?

Why would we move in
together?

'Cause I'm tired of living
in a shithole SRO,

and you're tired of sleeping
on your roommate's sofa,
for starters.

I like being
anywhere near you.

It doesn't
make me unhappy.

I can't imagine living
with anyone else

that wouldn't make me
go out of my fucking mind

in two weeks but you.

- Eh.
- Eh.

This is so romantic.

I mean, one more
double negative

and I'll just fall
straight into your arms, Vin.

See?

See what?

You, with the smart-ass.

I always knew
I should get with a girl

who's smarter than me.

I'd be bored otherwise.

Also, you're beautiful.

I mean, like,
you're the most
beautiful woman

I ever been with,

but you've always
known that,

so I don't know.

It's no fucking fun
telling you that part.

So, um,
this new place of ours?

Yeah?

Does it mean we don't
see other people?

We get real possessive

and we start living
like a sad-shit
married couple

arguing over
who takes out
the garbage?

I take out the garbage.

All right, look,
you wanna fuck somebody,
fuck somebody.

Same goes for me.

No questions asked,
all right?

Nobody owns anybody.

We just lay
our heads down
in the same place

and enjoy each other
when we do.

( laughing )

You take
the garbage out.

Yeah,
that's what I said.

We'll be in touch
as soon as we can
commit to a schedule.

- I'm really
looking forward to it.
- Yeah, see you soon.

Am I fucking
missing something?

Didn't she have
a bake sale or
PTA meeting

- or something
she's gotta get to?
- ( laughing )

Uh, she's seen
the movies,

she thinks what we do
is interesting.

I mean, how can I not
give her a try?

She looks pretty hot,
you ask me.

- Yeah.
- You know?

Store clerks,
housewives.

You know what,
every day,

this thing
takes another step
out of the forest.

- ( chuckles )
- Look.

Look at this.

Invitation to an X-rated
movie premiere

at a general
admission theater.

They mail these to me
with an RSVP and everything.

Like some kind of
gallery opening
or whatever.

What, they're just
doing this out in the open?

When they held over
that cock film

on 55th Street
for six months,
you know,

and the police
let it be?

( stutters )
I thought, "You know,
so it's the fucking fags.

- You know, who cares
what they do, right?"
- Hey.

- ( stutters )
But, you know--
- Don't say that.

- What?
- Don't say that.

I got a brother.

Well, I didn't
mean anything.

You never said
you had a brother.

Rudy:
We're looking to double
the floor space,

so you're gonna need
to look at twice the layout.

What says the foreman?

I see lots
of possibilities.

I can get us
the right guys
for it, too.

- What now?
- Hey, more business.

I couldn't wait
to show you guys.

What-- what--
what more business?

We got a lease
on this whole place,
all three floors.

And it's all cleared
with the city.

Gonna open another parlor
on the second floor,

VIP room at the top.

Yeah. Over here,
wall-to-wall peeps.

The new kind
with the booths.

- ( laughs )
- Whoa, whoa.
More fucking pussy?

- Frankie: It's a bad thing?
- What, you don't think
there's a market?

Fuck, Rudy.

One day, I'm paying off
my brother's gambling debts.

The next day,
my whole fucking family's

neck-deep in running whores
and dirty fuck films.

- The fuck?
- Hey, you don't want
the opportunity, I can--

Hey, hey, hey, no.

We want it, all right?
Vincent, come on.

It ain't me, Rudy.

- I'm out.
- Then you're out.
Fuck you.

Fuck me?

Fuck me?

Bobby, you should be
on a fucking construction
site somewhere,

not trying to run
whorehouses.

- Look at you.
- Look at me, yeah,

with my wallet fat,
bringing in more money
than the goddamn bar.

- Mm.
- Which is probably
what's eating you.

Mm-hmm.

Fuck all of you.

Fuck you,

and fuck you!

And, yeah,
Mr. Pipilo,

Rudy, respectfully,
fuck you!

- ( door opens )
- He'll come around.

- Hey, let's go see
the upstairs.
- ( door closes )

( chuckles )

- ( chatter )
- ( door buzzes )

Candy:
You got my letters, right?

Man:
They were funny.
( laughs )

I read them a bunch.

Yeah, shit.

I should've come by
more often.

I'm sorry, I...

I just lost track
of time.

Hey, there are
a couple of years there

I don't even remember.

( chuckles )

That's not
any better?

I don't know.

They say it is.

Are they still doing
the electric shock stuff?

No.

Mostly meds
for me now.

I don't think
the shock treatment thing

is something they want
to do anymore.

Dad was so quick
to sign off on that shit.

- He thought it would help.
- Oh, fuck him.

I hate him.

The look on his face.

Like I was gonna
wear it out and...

( both laughing )

...walk down
Queens Blvd.

Hey, that was
my fucking dress,
remember?

You could've
gotten married in it
for all I care.

Hmm. Leenie, the joke is
I wasn't even into that.

I just tried it on
for a laugh.

Dad didn't laugh, though.

Patrick, Dad doesn't
give a shit about you.

Or me.

Or who we are.

He only cares about
how it might look
to everyone else.

How the rest of the world
might see him

if his daughter
gets knocked up,
if his son likes boys.

- ( scoffs )
- Fuck him.

Seriously, Patrick,
who gives a fuck

what Dad thinks
about anything?

I'm not homosexual.

Patrick, come on.

It's me.

He knows I'm not.

It's okay.

He knows.
The doctors, they know.

Hey, I've known you
my whole goddamn life.

I like girls.

Name one girl
you were ever with.

Shit, I'm sorry.

Patrick, the world...

it's changing.

And most people
don't fuck with you,

not like they used to.

Dad would
fucking hate it.

Shit.

( sighs )

( giggling )

Vincent:
You two are, what?

Renewing your vows
or something?

My husband's taking me
to Delmonico's.

And then we're gonna
go see "Hair."

- Hippie shit.
- ( chuckles )

That a new ring, Fran?

Bobby got it for me.

It's aquamarine.

Her birthstone.

You two should
get a room.

( giggles )
So sue me for
being happy.

Heard from Andrea
lately, Vince?

No. Why?

She, um-- she came around
to our house this morning.

She was pretty banged up.

"Banged up"?

Eddie Buccho,
that son of a bitch.

He beat her.

- Eddie Buccho?
- All because of a pair
of high heels.

Yeah, he bought her
a pair of evening shoes
from Saks.

She didn't want
to wear them 'cause
they hurt her feet.

And what's
that loser do?

He beats on her.

( sighs )
Piece of shit.

You know what
the worst part is?

- He did it
in your house.
- What?

In front of your kids.

( sighs )
I gotta go
to the bathroom.

How bad?

Black and blue all over,
but she ain't had
nothing broke.

Fuck.

Fuck you can do,
Vincent?

Eddie's with
Twist and them.

You can't mess
with that crew.

You shouldn't
have left Andrea.

That's what
your sister's telling you,

bringing that news
in here like that.

- You should go home.
- What, the perfect husband's

gonna lecture me now
about love and marriage?

- Hey.
- That ring
you bought Fran?

I was in here
the day that guy

put all that jewelry
out on the bar.

Couldn't help but notice
you bought two rings--

one for your wife
and one for...

I'm guessing that blonde
who works the parlor.

Her name's Tiffany.
She's my friend.

Fuck you, Vincent.

( sirens wailing
in distance )

( indistinct chatter )

Larry:
Slide over, girl.

All set.

But you didn't pay him.

Gonna do the full
transaction tonight.

Saying you are.

You go in there
with some money,

come out
with the thing.

Look, ain't no lawman
gonna stop a pretty
little girl like you

walking down the street
with a gym bag.

Me, they brace me
for breathing.

- Shit.
- You know this guy?

A player I know
hooked me up.

Said his man's cool.

You my bottom.

You know that, right?

Let's get a drink.

Anything you want.

( engine starts )

- ( chatter )
- ( music playing )

- ( exhales )
- Hey, Vince.

Downstairs,
in the stockroom.

Come on.

Therese, Claudette,
watch the bar.

( sighs )

( music continues )

- Vincent: Hey.
- ( Tommy grunting )

- ( man coughing )
- What the fuck
are you doing here?

Snatched this hump
off of 46th and he was
making a fuss,

so we needed
kind of a quiet space.

Frankie here
thought about bringing him

in the back,
down the stairs.

And you let them in?

We're on the same team,
right?

- ( sighs )
- Man: What the fuck?

Go play the jukebox.

Loud, in case this asshole
gets emotional.

( sighs )

- Big Mike: All right.
- Man: It wasn't me, Tommy.

- Tommy:
Lock the door behind you.
- Man: It wasn't me.

- ( chatter )
- ( music playing )

So, it's actually,
like, two cities

because Minneapolis
is on one side
of the river,

but then St. Paul,
which that's, like--

the, like,
cooler place
to hang out,

that's actually
on the other end,

so it's kind of,
like, actually on
the other end of it,

- so--
- Girls...

why don't you get
yourselves another drink?

I'll be back.

- Thank you, baby.
- Melissa: Mm-hmm.

So, how's C.C.?

Was Reggie better
or worse than C.C.?

Shit, girl.

Give me a moment
to grieve.

Sure, take a moment.

Go to church,
light a candle.

Hey, hey, hey!
Tommy, this is my bar.

Yeah, but this gaguzz
is one of the guys

stealing coins
from Marty Hodas.

My bar, Tommy!

- Hey! Tommy!
- You grabbed
the wrong guy, man.

Hold up, hold up.
Hold up.

Vince, what's that
by the mook's head?

- What are you talking about?
- What's that case there?

- That's scotch.
- What kind?

- Johnnie Walker, black.
- The good shit.

( grunts )

- ( exhales )
- Man: Come on, guys.
Come on.

- ( cocks gun ) Now?
- No, man, this is crazy.

- Go ahead, shoot him.
- You ain't gonna
count to three

- or nothing like that?
- What, like in the movies?

- Fuck, no.
- Man: All right, guys,
listen, listen.

You'll get
the money, all right?
Just not all of it.

But it's in
a couple of banks.

And we just spent
a little of it.

- How much?
- Maybe $20.

Between the two of us,
just under that, maybe.

All right,
get rid of him.

- What, what? Hey!
- You got it.

No, no, no, no, no.
Not like that.

Use my car,
you take him to his home,

so we know
where he lives,

and then tomorrow,
we go with him
to the banks.

- Right?
- Man: Christ Almighty.

Come on,
let's have a drink.

- ( people chattering )
- ( music playing )

You look like
you prospering.

( chuckles )

I'm doing all right.

Scrumping every day.

Brought my stable uptown.

We're gonna spend the night
at my permanent crib.

Gonna make them both
feel special, you know?

Like how you
taught me how to do.

You want to control the bodies,
you need to control the mind.

That's right.

Mm-hmm.

So, uh-- so, what,
you still in it, Ace?

Ah, I slowed down.

And my knees
is all fucked up.

I read the writing
on the wall.

Told me to pull back.

What you mean?

You operate
on the Deuce, right?

Take a look
around, brother.

Any man can drop
a quarter in a machine

and pull on his rod
while he's watching
people fucking.

They do it
in the movie theaters

in every day
of their lives.

Man don't even have
to ask a woman.

She just drop her panties
and get in the bed.

Even ugly motherfuckers

don't have to pay
for pussy no more.

That's why
they call it free love.

Fuck.
Listen, man.

Always gonna be hos,
right?

And they always
gonna need a man

to hold their money.

Business is good, Ace.

Mm. You should
get back in the game.

I need me a new ride,

and I don't even like
them cars y'all driving
nowadays.

They all look
like boxes to me.

( both laughing )

I had me a '59 El D.

Red over white,
you know.

- That Biarritz edition?
- Mm-hmm.

225 inches long
with them big-ass
motherfucking fins

and them four taillights.

That motherfucker
was beautiful.

- ( chuckles )
- Come on, man, Ace.

You could find you one
in good shape.

- Ah.
- Get out there again.

A man has to know
when to step off the stage.

I had my day
in the sun.

( door opens )

Ah, there's my woman.
( chuckles )

Woman:
Hey, Melvin.

- Ace.
- Hmm?

Please.
( clears throat )

Ace:
Hey, baby.

I'll see you around,
young man.

- Woman: I got you
butter pecan.
- Butter pecan.

- You got me.
- ( laughs )

Woman: We still need
to go by the Rexall
and get the medicine.

- Ace: All right, sugar.
- ( door closes )

( sighs )

- ( chatter )
- ( music playing )

- Tommy?
- Yeah?

I'm not a made guy
or nothing, right?

( laughs )

Fuck, no.

But I'm with you,
right?

So, what does
that mean, exactly?

What do you want?

( cars honking )

Ruby:
How you doing tonight?

I know you like
what you see, baby.

How you doing?

Hey, juicy wrap.
I know you love it.

Hey, sugar.
What you looking
so glum for?

You dating tonight?

It's all right,
you don't gotta
be shy, baby.

Where you going?

I know
you see me, baby.

I know you see me.

Hey.

( people chattering )

Y'all don't
gotta be shy.

Shit.

Mm.

At your service.

Where your shadow at?

In the diner
using the head.

Mm.

What you doing
on the street?

I thought you were,
you know...

I wasn't getting chosen
all that much on the inside.

Out here,
men with special taste,
they find me.

- You mean to tell me--
- I'm a big girl in case
you didn't notice.

All I notice
are those beautiful eyes.

Damn, Alston.

Been a while
since I gave it away,

but I might have to make
an exception with you.

- Mm.
- I'm spoken for.

At least
I think I am.

Tell me something.

How a dude like you
get to be a cop?

Ruby:
How you doing tonight?

Ruby:
Like what you see, baby?

Hey, sugar.
How you doing?

Can I make you date
for a little bit?

Won't take me long.

( horn honking )

Woman:
Yeah, what are you
looking at?

Not Eddie Sorrentino,
Eddie Buccho.

Oh, which one is that?

The one in Twist's crew.

Twist over on Lefferts?

- That bunch
of fucking humps?
- Yeah, that bunch.

Fuck, no.

Mm, candy store
gangsters.

Not one of them's made.

- No?
- Nope.

- ( music playing )
- ( people chattering )

( groans )

Hey, hey, hey.
Keep it fair, fellas.

One at a time.

( grunts )

¶ Hear me
when I'm saying ¶

¶ Smiling faces ¶

¶ Smiling faces
sometimes... ¶

Man:
Your shot or mine?

Man #2:
Who the fuck is that?

¶ Smiling faces
tell lies ¶

¶ And I got proof ¶

- ¶ Beware ¶
- ¶ Beware... ¶

You Rufus?

Yeah. Come on.

( muffled chatter )

It's all there.

Looks right.

Give me the stuff.

What stuff?

The shit.

Stop fucking around.

Okay, sweetheart.

Here you go.

You're under arrest.

( sighs )

Turn around.

Just take me
to the precinct.

I know Alston, Haddix,
and all those guys.

We're not NYPD, hon.
We're federal.

You just bought quantity.
You're looking at long time.

Unless you wanna
speak on that bold,
cowboy-looking brother

who sent you in here.

Maybe then
we can help you out.

Come on.

( chatter )

( phone rings )

- Man: Can I get that crate?
- Man #2: Yeah.

Yeah?

Uh-huh.

Jocelyn:
Okay. All right.

- Okay, let me know.
- ( phone clacks )

That was Harvey.

His car broke down
on the LIE

and they're towing him
to a garage now.

- And he just
wants us to wait?
- Yeah.

( clears throat )

This your first time?

It's just fucking.

Hey.

Hey, you.

The hell happened
to you?

Ah, I hit this guy.

This asshole
over in Brooklyn.

- Brooklyn?
- Yeah.

Why?

Beat on my wife.

My ex-wife.

Whatever.

- Hey, Vince.
- What?

Um, I've been
talking to Paul,

and he wants to open
his own spot.

So?

So you should back him.

Go in with him
on a downtown place.

He knows the Village.
Like, really knows it.

Mm-hmm.

And with money behind him
and somebody who could leverage

paying off the cops
like you all do...

( sighs )

- A fag bar?
- ( door opens )

I gotta go partners in
on a pink bar now?

- Abby: Why not?
- ( man coughs )

Vincent.

Sweeney, you were
just in here last night.

Now, I know you're not
back here that quick.

Tell him.

You guys didn't find
a small book--

puke green,
about like this big?

A book?

I'll check with Mike
when he comes in,

but I don't think so.

If you could
just talk to him.

Put that
goddamn thing away.

You shouldn't
have come down here
looking for me,

- not to the house.
- But I'm out of time.

My article
goes to press tonight.

My editor-- I showed him
the book and he says
it's not enough.

- But if you could
confirm, it could--
- How is that not enough?

It's just numbers
in there.

Just a bunch
of addresses and amounts.

He says I need
someone to say
what it all means

or we still
can't name people.

So, if I just say
what it is,

they'll run
the story you want?

Yes, if you say
what it is.

- And you'll keep my--
- ( engine starts )

You'll keep my name
out of your goddamn paper?

I gotta go.

- ( phone clacks )
- ( chatter )

So, Harvey can't
make it today.

He says that
they can't fix his car
until they get another part,

and it's gonna be hours,
so he says to just
call it a day.

We still get paid
for our time?

I don't know.

Hey, fuck that.
We're here.

We're not gonna
fucking go home.

Man:
We're not?

( chuckles )

We rented
the fucking camera.

Can we get
the prairie set lit?

All right.

Greg, come.

Bring the camera over.

Man:
Bring the fence over, guys.

- And two
of the props?
- Yeah.

- Man: Right there.
- Man #2: Yeah.

Yeah, that's some wig
you got there.

Kind of screams
it's not really you.

You're worried
you're gonna
make a movie

and you're gonna
get recognized?

Yeah.

So what?

- ( laughs )
- I see you got
quite the wig your own self.

( chuckles )
Yeah.

I don't need it.

How about you?

Jocelyn:
Hey, Candy.

These are Harvey's notes
for the shoot.

All right, first up
is Lori and Andy.

Man #2:
All right, fire it up.

- Let's make a movie!
- Man: Striking.

( chatter )

Patrolman.

A word?

Anything we need
to talk about?

Captain?

A word to the wise,
Patrolman.

I have your back.

And when the shit
hits the fan around here,

I'm gonna make sure
you come through

with flying colors.

But the one thing I need

is to know that I have
the loyalty of my people.

Whatever you know
about what's going on
in this house comes to me

and goes up
the ladder from me.

Understand?

Trust me,
I am going to scrub
this shithole clean,

but I can only do that
if we keep our dirt in-house.

Yes, sir.

Where were you hoping
to get to?

Sir?

I asked you where
you were hoping to go
when the dust settles.

Detective Bureau.

I know that's
shooting high, but I--

- ( camera whirring )
- Special delivery.

( both grunting, moaning )

Joss, come get
her beautiful tits.

No!

- Shit.
- Greg: What is it?

- This is backwards.
- Should I cut?

- I just-- I can see
this is backwards.
- What do you mean?

Well, we're telling
a story, right?

We need Dwayne--

Dwayne, can you
come back here?

- Sure.
- We need Dwayne's dick
to take us into Shana.

Right? We need
to be with him

and follow him,
and he takes us into her.

The dick takes us in.

Right?

Uh...

Okay, the--
the action is of him

walking up and taking her
from behind, right?

If you start on her pussy,
you've got no story.

We're not with him
going to her to start.

- It's like...
- Hitchcock-Truffaut?

Greg:
Can I get
a rehearsal?

Jocelyn:
Go ahead.

You just gave
a pretty good explanation

of how action dictates
camera movement.

I come here
and then like this.

The Hitchcock-Truffaut
interviews,

but they're talking about
dicks and pussies

instead of--
I don't know,

a guy getting up
from a table.

Can you explain to Greg
about Hitchcock and Truffle?

Because he definitely
doesn't understand it.

How's your car?

( groans )
I gave up on it.

I called a--
called a good cab.

- Oh.
- ( groans )

Is this the last scene up?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

You direct them all?

Yeah.

Well, finish it.

We get out of here
in a couple of hours,

and then you and I
can poke our heads in
at that movie party.

- Jocelyn: Like this?
- If you want.

Greg:
Yeah, like that.
Careful, you're in frame.

( both moaning )

The bail
is $4,000, right?

Now, the Gs,
they ain't nothing to me.

You know
I got the money.

Yeah, but you ain't
gonna bail her out, right?

Man, you can't be
going near those feds

showing that
kind of bread.

You can't show like that.

Nah, listen, man.

Unless she can
put proof on you,

you need to let her
take the charge

and do the the time.

Bail or no bail,

Barbara ain't gonna say
nothing on me.

That girl
gonna stand tall.

You broke her good.

She loyal like
a three-legged dog.

And Barbara's
a good earner, too.

Yeah,
and she still gonna be
when she comes out.

Provided she keeps
her looks.

But anyway, you can't be
stressing on her.

You a man, right?

You know it.

- ( radio chatter )
- ( horns honking )

( siren wailing )

Hey, Ruby.

Hey! Ruby!

Ruby, baby!

Man:
You wanna get
out here, lady?

No, no, no.
Keep going.

I'm sorry.

Is that all
that this is for you?

No, don't even start.

Sandra, Sandra!

Sandra!

You tipped off
the captain.

For your own good,
partner.

For your own good.

Hey.

What you think you doing?

Didn't like it.
Don't have to pay.

Put that goddamn money
back in my purse.

- I don't have to.
- Oh, you're gonna have to,
all right.

- Wait till I tell my man.
- Fuck your man!

The fucking coon
and his processed hair.

How'd you know who--

go on, get the fuck
out of my room.

I'll see you around,
Thunderthighs.

My name is Ruby.

( gasps, screams )

- ( thuds )
- ( man yelling )

- ( tires screech )
- ( horn honking )

( door opens )

( chatter )

- Hey, hey.
- Hey.

Hey, look, they got
a carpet on the sidewalk
and everything.

It's like the Grauman's
Chinese Theatres, actually.

- Yeah?
- You look beautiful.

- Thanks.
- ( laughs )

So, what,
is that true?

Fuck if I know.

I mean, we're gonna
find out tonight,
aren't we?

I mean, this thing's
making money, though.

You know, it pulled in
30 grand the first week.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Come on.

These tickets get us in
to some kind of VIP area

where they probably
give you a glass of bad wine

and a complimentary
condom.

- ( chatter )
- ( music playing )

Harvey: Good.
Good to see you.

- This is Candy.
- Hey.

( chatter continues )

Hey, you.

- Marty:
How'd you get in here?
- Harvey: Marty, please.

- Sorry.
- Come on.

- Good to see you.
- Marty: Save me a seat.

( clears throat )

She's with me.

Man:
Oh, there she is.

- Man #2:
Linda! Linda!
- Oh, hey.

It's the lead actress.

They flew her in from Florida
for this, first-class.

( chuckles )
It's like a honest-to-God
publicity tour.

Excuse me, folks.

I'm gonna need tickets
for the VIP room.

No...
( chuckles )

See, my girl here
is an actress.

All right, guys.

I still need to see
your tickets.

Fuck this here!

Hey.

You don't want
to see the movie?

What, another fuck film?

Hell, no!

Hey, yo, bitch,
come on.

- ( sirens wailing )
- ( radio chatter )

- Vincent: A penny
for your fuckin' thoughts.
- Big Mike: I already told you.

Looks like
she came through the awning,
knocked out the bars.

Did a lot of damage.
I'm gonna have to replace
the sign.

You got insurance,
right?

I don't know.

I gotta call Rudy.

Woman:
That's high up there.

Hey, you got
business here?

This is my crime scene,
motherfucker.

Yeah, behind the tape.

Man:
So sad.

- Did you see it?
- Woman: Yeah, I saw it.

The girl was
in a hurry, I guess.

What was that?

I'm saying she could've
used the stairs.

( chuckles )

( groans )

- Flanagan: Come on.
- ( Alston yells )

Come on, come on,
Alston.

- Come on. Come on, man.
- I'm cool, I'm cool!

- Officer: Back it up.
- ( C.C. muttering )

Officer:
Hey, I said back it up.

We might as well
close up.

( sighs )

What?

Kind of cold, Vincent.

Hey, I liked Thunder.

I really did.

You think I like
seeing that?

That?

Her.

( chuckles )

That guy you fought,
the one that beat up
your wife?

Mm-hmm?

Who'd you do that for?

For my wife.

Who else?

You got me wrong, Abby.

Way wrong.

I love women.

But...

it's the Deuce.

( coin clinking )

( jukebox whirring )

( music playing )

¶ Well, I say love ¶

¶ Oh, love ¶

¶ Careless love ¶

¶ I said love ¶

¶ Oh, love ¶

¶ Oh, careless love ¶

¶ Love ¶

¶ Please tell me ¶

¶ What have I done ¶

¶ For you ¶

¶ To hurt me ¶

¶ All in fun ¶

¶ Well, you know
that I once ¶

¶ Was blind ¶

¶ But now I see... ¶

- ( men laughing )
- ¶ I say that I once ¶

¶ Was blind ¶

¶ But now I see ¶

¶ Whoa, you know I once ¶

¶ Was blind ¶

¶ But I'm so glad ¶

¶ So glad I see ¶

¶ That that old love ¶

¶ Has made a fool of me ¶

¶ Well, you know
if I could mmm... ¶

Frankie: Come on,
come on, come on.

¶ Like a mourning dove... ¶

( sniffing )

¶ Well, if I could
mmm-hmm ¶

¶ Like a mourning dove ¶

- ¶ Well, if I could moan... ¶
- Candy: Wait, actually,
hang on.

- ( indistinct chatter )
- ¶ If I could moan ¶

- Stick your ass out.
Very hot.
- ¶ Like a mourning dove ¶

- ¶ You know I'd moan... ¶
- Come over here.

- Just come over here.
- ¶ For everyone in love ¶

¶ Well, you know what ¶

¶ A big fool ¶

¶ I have been ¶

( sighs )

¶ Let me say what ¶

¶ A big fool ¶

¶ I have been ¶

¶ Let me say what ¶

¶ Oh, what a big fool ¶

- ¶ That I have been... ¶
- ( door opens )

¶ But I'd be ¶

¶ I'd be one... ¶

- You have rubbers?
- Woman: Yeah.

¶ All over again ¶

¶ That's why
I said love... ¶

Okay, baby,
let me look at you.

- I don't wanna see no drip.
- Man: I'm clean.

That's gonna be extra.

That's a whole lot
more love.

- Man: I got you.
- All right.

No, none of that.

But you can
play with these, honey.

- Man: Oh, yeah.
- Bernice: Okay, baby.

( music playing )