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You can do this.

You can do this.

This is the oldest you've ever been,

and you'll never be this young again.

You're going on in one minute.

Better shake your ass, girl.

Welcome to Risqué!

Feeling Swollen?

Remember, Tuesday's two-for-one

complimentary lap dances.

Hey, baby.

- Hey there, Jess.
- Hey, Pete.

- Another day another dollar, right?
- You know it, hon.

Welcoming to the stage,
Risqué's queen bee,

Jessica.

Hey, can I get a whiskey sour?

- Hey, you got my beers?
- Hey! Yeah, of course.

So, how is?

Still looking fucking sexy, Jess.

Still?

Really? Fuck off, Billy.

I'm just sayin', for an O.G.
veteran like yourself,

you're still hot as shit.

It's a compliment.

Gotta take it as such.

If your Uncle didn't own this joint

and kept you employed
out of some sad sense of pity,

God knows what freeway overpass
you'd be living under.

Okay, nasty. Very nasty.

But? I'm a key piece
of my Uncle's vast operation.

You always misjudge me, Jess.

One day you'll eat
every one of those words.

Highly doubtful.

Okay, well, I'm a mover and
shaker, baby! And?

You're gonna regret not fucking
me when you had the chance.

Now, you've made me nauseous.

Hey, girl, you're late.
Karl was on the prowl for you.

Fuck him.

Just had to stomach
another delusional rant

from Big Boy Billy.

What a fucking loser.

He's a crazy pig.

My God, you did not.

Those shoes, girl.

I can't believe you bought 'em.

I'll go get our drinks, sweetie.

I did.

And I love 'em. Do you love
'em? You gotta love 'em.

Yeah, I love 'em. How much?

- You don't want to know.
- I gotta know.

Three hundred.

Six hundred? And 50 plus tax.

Okay. You know how we hate

that whole "irresponsible
stripper" stereotype?

Yeah.

You are not really helping to dispel it.

Dispel it. I don't know what
that means.

But I'm wearin' Louboutins, chica!

- You know what I was thinking?
- What?

We need to calculate
your birth path number.

I thought we did that last time.

No, you cunt.

That was your name number.

It's totally different.

Now, we need to add the digits
of your birth date

and then keep reducing
until we reach a final number

- which will be your birth number.
- Sounds confusing.

Well, yeah, it is.

Unless you're trained? And I'm
trained.

So, it's easy.

All right, let's start with your birthday.

Well, it's?

Shelby, what the fuck?!

No.

Move Your Ass!

"Eyes Wide Shut" in two minute!

- Already? Shit!
- Let's go.

I don't know how you understand
what the hell she's said.

Yeah, it's a gift.

BRB.

What?

Be right back.

Clever girl.

God, you're such a geezer.

And what century are you living in, mate?

Missing you already.

Laters.

I see Roger's back.

Yeah, I think he's hot.

No, you don't.

You think his money is hot.

I don't know. I've grown fond
of the silver fox.

What can I say? He is good to
me.

I told you it's a mistake to date clients.

And the rumor is he's still married.

And isn't his wife's family

like super connected?

Just buzz. Don't mean it is
true.

Like mafia connected.

Remember Godfather?

James Caan protecting his sister.

Stay away from that guy

or have bullet in brains.

I keep telling her, but she not listens.

Guy, brain, listen. There's no
"s", babe.

In brain.

Up ass.

What I give fucks.

All spell dead.

I actually understood some of that.

Danke!

Learn that from Bianka.

- Who?
- One of the new girls, Bianka.

I think she's German.

I think Hungarian.

Heard she killed two guys
outside of a biker bar in Berlin.

Slit their throat,

ear to ear.

I hear four.

Well, rumor or not, that chick

is clearly one badass bitch.

Just in here.

Jess?

This is Jeanie.

Take her under your wing.

Enlighten her with your many years of?

Stripper wisdom.

Pig.

- Jeanie?
- Yeah, like Jeanie in a bottle.

I make men's wishes come true.

Never say that again.

Okay.

Stay on my heels and take
notes. Okay?

Yes, ma'am.

And don't ever call me ma'am.

- Okay.
- Never.

- Okay.
- Okay.

All right, you horny bastards?

Kubrick himself called it scintillating.

Give it up for Risqué's

exclusive extravaganza.

Eyes Wide Shut.

Hey, new guy.

Where you from again?

Small town down south,
you probably wouldn't know it.

- Hey, Jeanie?
- I... I moved around.

Where you been, girl?

All righty.

Hey, sweetie.

I'm Big Boy Billy.

My uncle started Club Risqué

and I'm head of security.

I'm also vice president
of the organization.

I thought Karl owned the place.

No, he's just a manager.

He does like day to day,

but Karl told me
you are one sexy little Jeanie.

You heard right, Big Boy Billy.

Can I... Can I tell you what I
dream of Jeanie?

Yes, you can.

Billy's a creep looking to fuck
anything that walks through here.

Said he was a V.P.

Yeah, sure.

He sits in his little security there,

jacking off and pretending
he's the reincarnation

of Hugh fucking Hefner.

First word of advice,

please take this to heart.

- Steer clear.
- Thank you.

Jess, right?

Yeah.

Or Jessica.

Just not Jessie.

I hate Jessie.

Hi, I'm Jeanie.

You want to come joining me and
Shelby in Champagne room?

Couple of coked up high rollers.

Could be a few good C notes each.

I like C notes.

Who doesn't, Jessie?

She's so friendly.

Rumor is she killed six guys

outside some biker bar in Berlin.

Well, now, shake those tits.

Shake it for Tommy and he'll make it rain.

You want the rain, don't you, baby?

Sure, sweetie.

Make it rain.

No touching, remember?

Don't get all spikey with me,
baby. Loosen up.

Spikey. I like that.

But this ain't a whore house, remember?

Could have fooled me.

Oi!

Get off her, you asshole.

That asshole's probably gonna sue.

- Not probably, will.
- My uncle will not be happy.

Shut the fuck up, Billy.

What happened to the eye in the sky?

- Where the fuck were you?
- I'll deal with Billy later.

And I'm pretty sure
his uncle won't be happy

to hear he was fucking off again.

Jessica warned him twice.

He's lucky I was tired.

You two, done for the night. Go
home.

Jess. Not you.

You stay.

Go on. Get the fuck.

All right, twat.

Take a seat.

You're fired, Jess.

What?

You're 38 years old.

You don't drink with the
customers anymore.

Guy touches you, you freak out.

And to be honest,

you don't generate enough business
to justify keeping you here anymore.

Karl, that is bullshit, and you know it.

I've been here ten years

and I am just as hot

- as any one of those girls out there.
- Come on, Jess.

You're not as hot as those
girls out there. Not anymore.

I mean, how much longer do you think

you can keep doing this for, anyway?

As long as I fucking have to.

I'm doing you a fucking favor.

Shit, you could be
half those girls' mother,

for Christ's sakes.

Fuck you.

- Fuck me? Fuck you.
- What?

Like one of those girls
on your massage table.

I hear you're hung
like a fucking light switch.

You always did have
such a big fucking mouth

on you, didn't you?

And you are always an insecure,
narcissistic piece of shit.

And you're a pathetic,
delusional fucking loser.

Get the fuck outta my club, Jess.

It's not your club,

it's his fucking uncle's club.

Fucking whore.

- Hey, you.
- Thank God.

I've been like freaking out
trying to get a hold of you.

I heard what that cock sucker
did to you last night.

Well, there were several
cocksuckers there last night.

I mean, Karl, thecocksucker.

He probably did me a favor, to be honest.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, sure.

Let's go hit some balls
tomorrow over at The Bay Club.

I don't know if I'm up for it, babe.

Come on. You can pretend
they're Karl's balls.

Well, when you put it that way.

I'll meet you around 3:00.

Perfect. And don't be sad,
okay?

'Cause that's gonna misalign your chakras.

And nobody wants that.

Everything's gonna be okay.
Trust me.

Love ya.

I love you.

Damn it. Fucker, bastard.

This is hard.

This is not fun. Who thinks
this is fun?

I understood every other word.

She said,

"Damn it. Fucker bastard."

"This is odd. This is not fun."

"Who thinks this is fun?"

Personally, I'm having a blast.

Fore!

Hey!

That's the third club I've lost.

- Are you sure you're a lefty, babes?
- Who knows?

Babe, I meant to tell you.

I ran your horoscope last night
and it was freaky good.

Hit me.

Major changes lie ahead,

but be aware of the waxing moon.

Major changes?

It also said you will reconnect
with someone from your past

when Mercury the messenger
turns retrograde

in your eighth house of deep sharing.

Major change already happened.

Karl, the cocksucker, fired her.

Someone needs to take that prick out.

Yeah, but then we'd end up
with Big Boy Billy.

And to be honest with you, I
don't know which prick's worse.

This job makes you more crazy every day.

Guys grabbing our tits,

slapping our asses.

Reeking of B.O.

- That's what I can't stand.
- So many pricks.

But the money's so good.

Totally addicting.

You keep saying to yourself,
just one more year and I'm out.

Six more months and I'm done.

And suddenly you wake up
and somehow, you're 40.

Who 40?

- Jessica's 40.
- Almost 40.

No. Come on. What?

You don't look it, Jess. You
look hot.

But I feel it.

All the assholes,
I've wasted my life with.

Fifty shitty boyfriends,
two shitty marriages.

I should have a million dollars
in a bank account by now.

And somehow, I have almost nothing to show

for 20 years of shaking my ass

in front of those sad horny fuckers.

You were taking care of your
mother for years

and it all just gets eaten up somehow.

God, I'm 30.

What have I got to show
for ten years of this shit?

Brain dead big dick Darren

who sits in my apartment that I pay for,

playing video games all day.

Then what else are we gonna do?

Working at McDonald? Sushi
chef?

Executive assistant to Apple CEO?

I'm starting to understand her better.

Now, I think my days on the
pole are finally over.

I don't know
why I'm so depressed about it.

'Cause change is scary, chica.

Even if it's for the best.

Kishi kaisei.

Come again.

It means to come out of bad situation

and make a glorious return

in one sudden burst.

Now, that I totally understood.

Kishi kaisei.

Fuck.

Hi.

I'm not really interested in company.

Jessica. It's... It's Michael.
Mike.

Mike?

From the club. Mike.

No, I... I'm... I'm the barback.
Some of the girls call me Mikey.

- Right.
- Right.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I get that a lot, you know?

People not remembering me too much.

I'm sorry.

I just had a rough couple of days.

I heard. Everyone's heard.
Karl's?

Not a good person.

He's an asshole.

What goes around comes around, right?

He'll get his.

You really believe that?

I?

I guarantee it.

Karma?

No, I don't trust karma.

Can I get you another drink?

Sure. Why not?

Garçon.

I'm boring you with my boring,
pathetic life story.

No, far from it.

How long have you worked at the club?

A few months.

And what brought you
to glorious Reno, Nevada?

I'm?

I'm hoping for a fresh start, a new life.

I could go for that too.

Listen, Mikey.

Please. Just Mike.

Mike, I should get going.

I've got a long night ahead of me

of lamenting my past,
fearing my future, and?

Bleary-eyed insomnia ahead of me.

What if I told you

there was a way to give Karl
what he's got coming

and a very bright and happy,
insomnia-free future for you?

I'm listening.

Look, I can't talk about it here.

Maybe we could go somewhere
a little more private.

Sure. Maybe, another time.

- No. Not...
- Yeah.

Wait. Look, listen, I?

I may not believe in karma, but?

I do believe things happen for
a reason, Jessica.

Look, I know you're going
through a rough patch,

but think about this.

Today is the oldest you've ever been?

And you'll never be this young again.

Here's my number

and it's worth the listen.

I promise.

You're not as hot
as those girls out there.

Not anymore.

I'm a mover and shaker, baby!

You're gonna regret not fucking
me when you had the chance.

How much longer do you think
you can keep doing this for anyway?

As long as I fucking have to.

"Today is the oldest you've ever been,

and you'll never be this young
again."

That's about enough
to make your head explode.

All right, Mikey.

Better not be another crazy nut job.

Howdy.

I... I... I didn't think you'd
call,

but I'm sure glad you did.

Well, I didn't think you could
afford a place like this.

Yeah. Come on in.

Well? To be totally
transparent?

I'm renting it.

I had a little cash put aside.

Can I get you something to drink?

How about a water?

That's easy enough.

One water coming up.

Extra cold.

I like my water cold.

- So? This plan of yours?
- Right.

Okay.

I didn't come to work at the
club as some lowly barback.

I came to work at the club to
check out a story I had heard.

Specifically about our friend Karl.

Such a douche bag.

I've heard for years
he's run coke through the club.

Maybe?

But that's peanuts

compared to the millions in hard cash

that run through that joint.

Millions?

Where did you hear that?

Where else?

Prison.

Folsom State Prison, California.

You went to prison?

I was the getaway driver on a
robbery that went busto.

Ended up in a cell
with two guys from Memphis

who'd been working here in Reno.

And they told me a story.

Every third Saturday of every third month.

Two to three million dollars gets?

Sometimes four.

Could be as much as four.

Sometimes four gets flown out
to the Cook Island.

Cook Island?

In the motherfucking South Pacific.

Right. Like the musical.

My nigga, are you a fag?

Me? No.

Then how would you
reference a musical like a fag?

Pretty fucking faggot, Mike.

Just joking around.

I ain't got no problem with a fag.

My cousin's a fag.

I just don't think they make
for the best criminals.

Now, focus please.

The money gets pooled at a
strip joint called Club Risqué.

And that's the first time
I heard the word Risqué.

Go on.

- What money?
- Cash. Tons of it

from? Two casinos, four drug
houses,

six liquor stores,
and even a family-owned bank.

And they give it to a strip club.

The manager, this sour-pussed jack-off,

my man called him Sweaty Pig.

Damn.

Who thought Sweaty Pig
was a good nickname?

Man, what's that matter?

I'm just curious. That's all.

Shit.

Sweaty Pig works like an agent.

He pulls the money at the club,

flies them off to the Cooks,

deposits them into separate accounts,

takes a fee for his service.

Five percent or so, I've been told.

Ten percent or so, I been told.
Ten percent.

What does that matter?

Motherfuckers gotta know the details, man.

Shoot.

So, why would they tell you all this?

We were cellies.

They were both lifers and I had
a year left on my sentence.

So, we made a deal.

If I could figure out a clean
way to snatch the dough,

I hand over 20 percent to the
boys' families in Memphis.

So, you came to Reno

to steal the money on that third Saturday.

Got out and made a bee-line
for the one place

that just might change my life forever.

Risqué.

Do you have a beer?

Okay, so how do you know
what they told you

wasn't the rantings
of some delusional cons.

Why would they lie to me?

There's nothing in it for them.

Besides, I've spent the last four months

checking out the tale
and from what I can tell?

It's dead on legit.

Right around midnight
on that third Saturday,

the third month at the Eldorado
and the Peppermill

men dump what looks like laundry

into a nondescript laundry truck.

Same goes liquor stores and the bank.

I tracked an address
to a small house in the burbs

where they must combine it
into one shipment.

And then the next night,

Karl arrives,

he parks his car in his usual spot,

gives his key to the valet.

And right on cue, this tall muscular guy

takes it straight to the club

and enters Karl's AKA Sweaty Pig's office.

My God. I know that guy.

I know him.

He's been coming in for years.

At Folsom, they told me there's a safe,

a... a big wide floor safe

right under Karl's chair.

At exactly 4:15 on Sunday
morning,

another man enters the club,

picks up the cash and dumps it
into a waiting car.

They load it onto a jet?

And the money goes, bye bye.

Clean,

no taxes.

Nice vig to Karl
and everyone's happy, happy.

Wait a minute.

How the fuck did those two guys
at Folsom know about all this?

How the fuck do you guys
know about all this?

You're looking at the original
bagmen on the job.

You're shitting me.

Until this asshole got greedy.

Talked me into robbing an Indian casino

- in Palm Springs.
- We would've made it out clean.

Except this trigger happy
motherfucker shot two guards.

'Cause your dumb ass
wasn't paying attention.

I was damn sure payin' attention to
you shooting them mother fuckers!

- Shit.
- Shit.

Shit.

Great guys.

Holy shit.

I have to say?

I'm impressed.

But why tell me all this?

What can I do? I don't even
work there anymore.

I need a partner.

I can't do this alone.

The... The key is to rob good
old Karl,

AKA Sweaty Pig. Blind.

Make damn sure no one knows
who pulled it off.

This isn't Karl's money.

This is drug dealers' money.

Casinos' money. Banks' money.

I don't wanna spend
the rest of my life in paradise

looking over my shoulder.

That's not paradise.

I can't believe
I didn't know you at the club.

It's like I didn't recognize you at all.

I've been a background player a long time.

Now, it's my turn to be the star.

Finally, get the girl in last reel.

Metaphorically, of course.

So, you in, Jess?

I don't know.

Solves your current problem

and any future problem
in the same bold move.

Kishi kaisei.

What?

It's? Japanese.

It means something like?

To come out of a bad situation

and make a glorious return
in one sudden burst.

What would you need from me?

Well, not just you.

We'd need three or four other
girls from the club

to pull it off.

Girls we can trust.

Girls you can trust.

Hola, sweetie.

Hi, Carmen.

I was just going to call you and check in.

Everything all right?

Turn that shit down.

The sound is everything in this game.

Take this shit in the bedroom.

Yes. Great. Amazing.

- Did you get laid?
- Even better.

I think it's time for a slumber
party at my house.

You wanna hear a crazy ass stripper story?

'Cause I've got a doozy.

When I first moved here, right?

I worked in Phoenix

with this girl named Busty Betty.

And she has? I'm not
exaggerating, okay?

Triple H tits.

It's crazy.

Yeah, it was wild.

Anyway, one night she's
dancing for this old fart.

I mean, the guy had to be at
least at 80, right?

And she straddles him on the chair

and pushes his head down,
so he is staring right at her.

You know the type,

we all know the type. Come on.

And everyone's cheering on the old dude,

and he's like in total heaven.

Best night of his fricking
life, kind of thing, right?

And then, Betty just decides to
slap her left tit

down on his face.

And I mean, hard enough to break his nose,

pop out his dentures,

and knocked the poor bastard
totally unconscious.

Like, boom, lights out.

Bon voyage, mate. You have a
nice life.

Shit.

Did you invite Bianka?

I did.

I wasn't aware Germans were the
silk jammy sleepover type.

I'm now.

You all know Bianka.

Danke!

That's "Thank you".

"Guten Abend" is correct.

Very impressive.

How... How did you learn
Japanese?

I spent three years stripping in Tokyo.

Hated the men there.

Small dicks,

no tips.

What the fuck?

- Awful.
- Okay.

You have got to be the coolest chick

I think I've ever met.
Like, seriously, shit.

Would you like something to drink?

Vodka.

Cliché, I know.

So, you said you wanted
to talk to me about something.

I must warn you I'm not into shoes

or boys or clothes

or makeup or shopping

or any of the other bullshit

that strippers normally spew on about.

What are you into?

Muscle cars,
real men who know how to fuck,

Italian furniture from the Renaissance,

French films from the '60s? And
Kafka.

The Chase?

He's a writer.

Well, I only read astrology books, so.

I can imagine.

Yeah, you're a little intense.

Okay. I can just cut right to
the chase.

So?

You guys all know Mike the
barback at the club?

- Vaguely.
- Nothing.

Short, lonely.

Sad eyes.

- Yeah, that's him.
- You made me drive all the way up here

to talk to me about that loser?

Not him,

but something really amazing
he just told me.

What I'm about to tell you

can never leave this room.

Agreed?

I'm in whatever it is.

Okay.

She agrees.

So do I.

Now, spill.

Who would have thunk it?

I couldn't sleep all night.

I think it makes sense.

- I'm out.
- What? You said you were in?

Yes, in. No out. I'm in. In.

Karl told me

he had a place in Aspen.

Told me he had an apartment in Manhattan.

He say to me he has one in Paris.

What? Big Boy Billy spews the
same shit.

He's a millionaire.
He's gonna be a billionaire.

Little Donald Trump wannabe?

With worse hair.

I'd believe Karl over
that sad cunt Billy any day.

And now, straight from United Kingdom.

Risqué's own,

Shelby.

Okay. I'm up. BRB.

- Okay.
- Buh-bye.

Yeah. Let's go, Shelby.

Interesting sleepover.

It was my first.

Are you in?

You are up on the main stage.

Don't want Karl to get angry now

if he catches us talking
like little loudmouth birdies,

do we?

Dumb Mexican.

German Hooker.

My God.

It's looking very CSI, Mike.

I know, right?

Wait, wait.

So, this all happens
during Eyes Wide Shut?

Yes. No one can ever know
who pulled this off.

That's the key. Just like The
Sting.

A bee sting?

No singer Sting. "Every Breath
You Take."

No, I think he means

like the movie The Sting, right?

Robert Redford. Paul Newman.

The salad dressing bloke?

Forget it. The key is to pull
off the heist

and walk away clean.

Do you really think this could work?

It's a better plan than I
thought this guy could come up with.

Run through it again, please, Mike.

Okay.

So, couple of minutes

before the Eyes Wide Shut number starts,

Jessica enters the club

and joins you guys in the dressing room.

And no one even knows I'm there
because of the masks.

Brilliant.

You run through the show staying on stage.

When the girls all head into
the audience for the private dances,

that's when you guys break off.

Kiko and Shelby make their way
to the eye in the sky.

While Jessica, Bianka and Carmen

head toward Karl's office.

God, let's hope

the astrophysics spectrum
arrives with emphasis,

which to be fair,

it should 'cause Venus unites
with Ceres at four degrees of Capricorn.

What?

That's the sign of success.

Money, you know?

High finance.

Trust me, we're gonna want the
whole bloody universe on our side.

It's actually critical.

What's critical is that you and Kiko get

Big Billy Boy put away.

If he pushes that security button,

all the emphasis of Venus
sitting on Capricorn's dick

is not going to mean shit.

Rude.

Go on.

Billy boy's a horny bastard,

so just start dancing for him.

Get him back in the chair
and slap the cuffs on him.

Well, that'll be a piece of piss.

I get a sense
Karl can't stand that fat fuck.

He's just stuck with him
'cause he is the owner's nephew.

At that moment,

Bianka will stand guard

at the door to Karl's office

as Jessica and Carmen burst in.

What the fuck?

Wait, hold up.

You want me to stand guard?

While Jessica and Carmen hit the room?

What were you thinking?

I know guns.

I know how to shoot a gun.

I've shot many guns. I know
that the?

Hold on, Tupac.

We're not actually gonna shoot
the guns, right?

No. No, not if everything goes
as planned.

The last thing we want is some
O.K. Corral bullshit shoot 'em up.

But we might.

Well, I've never even held a gun before.

I've been shot at,

but never shoot one.

My ex used to put one by my vagina.

Listen, I was an army reservist.

Went to Iraq.

I'll teach you guys how to handle a gun.

- Okay? -But will they have
bullets in them?

Maybe I'll carry mace.

Yeah. Fuck it.
I'm just gonna bring my own.

I think that's a good idea.

I'm not sure if I trust this
one with live ammo.

Well, maybe I don't bloody
trust you running around with a live gun.

You know?

What with being German and all?

- I'm Hungarian.
- Whatever.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I'm gonna stretch my legs.

Okay. Ladies, how about we
listen

to what Mike has to say?

Well, listen, I think Jess deserves

a little payback on Karl.

His office smells like dog
farts and Old Spice. I'll stand guard.

Okay, perfect. Problem solved.

What the fuck?

Fuck!

Bianka will hold the shotgun on Karl,

while Jess pulls up the carpet
under his chair

to reveal the safe.

Jess will then take the combination

and open the safe.

Just a second.

How do I get the combination?

I mean, why would he just give it up?

Well.

When a man has a shotgun
leveled at his head

and another one at his balls,

he'll do exactly what we tell him to do.

- Precisely.
- I'm glad we switched.

Good to have Bianka in the room.

Once that safe slides open,

time is of the essence.

So, don't just stand there slack-jawed

staring at the millions.

Just start stuffing the cash
into the robes,

which will have extra-large
pockets sewn inside.

Once in the hallway,

you'll see a trash cart,

which I've strategically placed there.

And one by one?

Drop the robes filled with the cash?

Into the bin.

Jess, you hop in.

Just before the show finishes,

you guys are back dancing?

And I'm just an innocent barback,

wheeling out the trash?

And Jess?

And no one's the wiser.

But what happens when someone
finally finds Karl?

Or Big Boy Billy?

Nothing happens.

- They'll call the cops.
- And what's he gonna tell him?

"Someone stole the illegal drug money,"

I've been illegally flying
to the Cook Islands

"and depositing in offshore
accounts for years?"

Hell no.

He'll question all you girls,

but almost 20 of you are in the show

and all wearing the masks.

He'll be fucked.

Maybe dead.

Karma.

What goes around comes around.

So?

Thems my thoughts.

It might need a nip and tuck
here and there, but?

I know it can work.

And when do you think we can leave town?

Not right away.

One can quit, then another,

might take six months
to get everybody out.

Don't wanna raise any suspicions.

We shouldn't go around
like stupid strippers

spending our money
on fancy cars and big houses.

Exactly. Think of Goodfellas.
Lesson learned.

Who?

Scorsese? DeNiro? Pesci?

Nothing?

I'm out.

She means in.

Count me in.

I like it so far.

You had me at hello.

For God's sake, tell me you
know what that's from.

Goodfellas?

Unbelievable.

Well, I don't fucking know.

Well, listen, we have one shot

and there is zero, and I mean zero

room for error.

No, we got this.

To Mike.

The happiest best time surprise

that has come into my life
in a really long time.

Kishi kaisei!

Kishi kaisei!

What will be my cut?

70% to me. 20% to you

and 10% to Franz to drive the car.

Okay.

To get this straight?

We wait outside the club
and when they exit,

we rob them, yes?

Yes!

No!

Or?

We rob and kill?

Going somewhere?

Easy. Okay?

Rob and kill.

Leave no witnesses.

Make it a clean job.

Okay, then I want half,
plus ten percent for Franz.

Sixty-five percent for me,

and 35 for you and Franz.

I don't give a fuck how you split it.

Sorry, brother.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Deal.

You have a lot of nerve.

Your father owes 150,000 to Yakuza.

50 to Murakumi-gumi, 50 to Masuya-Kai?

Not including what he owes to Hashiya-Kai.

Hashiya-Kai has already been paid

by Hiryoshi Sano.

Only the principal. Not the
interest.

When this is over?

My father and my family will be set free.

Yes, of course.

Now, you understand
what is going to happen.

Yes.

Will it be painless?

They won't know what hit them.

Sweet Scooby-Doo van
you got yourself there, Mike.

Thanks. I call it the plan van.

- The plan van.
- Plan van.

- Okay, everybody, let's focus.
- Right.

So, the stage show?

It lasts a total of five minutes,

24 seconds.

And then the private dances

are about four minutes longer.

So let's say ten minutes total
that the girls are in costume.

It tight.

- I... I mean loose.
- No, tight is right.

So, we need to make our move

before the private dances.

Maybe Jess and you never
even joined the stage show.

Me and Kiko can pull out early.

I left early last week
to go hang out with Roger.

Nobody noticed anything. The
blind twats.

Yeah. And if anyone asks,

we just say

we didn't get picked for a dance.

So exciting.

Like, water movie.

Waterworld?

Fuck, no water.

Ocean movie.

She means Ocean's Eleven.

- Did they get away with it?
- I think so.

I didn't see Ocean's Twelveor
Thirteenthough, so I'm not sure.

I think I saw Thirteen,
but it could have been Eight.

- The one with the girls.
- That's too unrealistic.

Look, we're getting
a little off base here.

If you guys don't feel ready, we can push,

you know, keep meeting and working on it.

We only have one chance
and it has to be perfect.

No, I think we should do it now.

I mean, if we wait, if we hold
out we might not follow through.

I think we're ready.

I'm so sick of the fucking club.

- She said let's do it.
- Okay.

Go home, get some sleep

and then pack your bags

'cause tomorrow we start some
real training at the house.

We got the gear and the guns.

Holy shit.

We're really doing this, aren't we?

Kishi kaisei, bitches!

Kishi kaisei!

All right, ladies.

Time is short,

so let's get down to business.

Okay. But right after dinner,
we get to work.

Yes, sure.

Toast!

I've got buttery nipples!

All righty.

Right after dessert or whatever this is,

we hit the books. Agreed?

- Agreed!
- Agreed!

This isn't exactly what I meant
by hitting the books.

Oy, pass it over.

But?

Who am I to argue with my partners?

Mike, did you ever in your wildest dreams

think that you'd be getting
high in a jacuzzi with five strippers

in a backyard of a
ten-million-dollar mansion in Tahoe?

Sure, in my wildest dreams.

I just? Never thought
it would actually happen.

Your turn, Mike.

Have you ever had a lap dance, Mike?

No.

You can touch.

Did you have fun last night?

Fun is?

Too cheap.

Just? It doesn't do it justice.

Thanks, Jess. You know, for
everything.

You're the one I should be thanking.

I'm really grateful we met when we did.

Well? To be honest, we have met
before.

- What?
- I didn't want to say anything.

What do you mean? When?

Okay, I'll give you a hint.

Akela-B.

The Coyotes.

Principal White.

West Central High?

What do you mean?

Holy shit.

I have no memory of you.

We had five classes together.

My God.

I wasn't very popular.

Some guy you'd pass in the hall

on your way to cheerleading practice.

But everybody knew Jessica Collins.

God. I'm so sorry.

Come on.

Why didn't you say something
sooner? I?

I... I came to Risqué for the
plan

and I was surprised
when I saw you working there.

I guess everyone else back home
would be surprised too.

I was gonna say something right
away, but it felt sort of,

I don't know, stalkerish, and?

I thought maybe
you didn't want anyone to know.

Cheerleader turned aging stripper.

It's pretty pathetic. I know.

No, no, come on.

It's just?

It's just life.

Maybe this is fate,

destiny.

All roads have led to this
moment and the chance for us to be

king and queen of our own little prom.

- This is what day looks like.
- Wow.

God.

It's good place to bury a body.

Christ, it's so early.

It's 2:00 p.m.

Yeah. Well, I'm just not a
morning,

afternoon, or early evening person.

I assume you know how to use it.

You assumed correctly.

You fucking badass.

All right. Easy there, Harley
Quinn.

For me?

This thing's way too small.

Let me have Carmen's.

You think you can handle this, Shelbita?

You bet your ass, Carmenita.

They'll be locked and loaded
before the heist,

but here's how you load it.

Real easy.

I'm just thinking out loud here,

but maybe we shouldn't go in
with them loaded.

But the idea here is to never
actually fire the guns.

- Okay?
- Okay. Cool. Sounds good.

If they see you carrying that bad boy,

the odds are a lot better.

No one's gonna want to take any chances.

He's right, Shelby.
You look like super scary

holding that thing.

Now, I'm the bad ass German motherfucker.

Hungarian.

Same shit.

Take a shot, Shel.

No, I can't do it.

Look.

Just try.

What? It's not gonna hurt.
Right, Mike?

- No.
- No. It's not that.

I don't wanna shoot a tree.

Come again.

Trees are living, breathing creatures.

Fun fact,

did you know there is a tree in the Amazon

whose roots reach over two miles?

What is this, fucking Avatar?

Maybe I don't need a gun.

Okay, don't shoot the trees.
Okay?

But let's at least get comfortable
holding them and moving around, okay?

All right.

Ready. Okay?

- It's kinda big.
- Just switch it. Yeah.

Oi, you lot,

does this look sexy

next to my boobs?

What happened?

You shoot Mikey.

Are you sure?

No.

My God. Holy fuck.

I didn't mean, I just?

I literally just fell over,
right? And then, boom,

I didn't even pull the trigger.

Calm down. Shelby. Just calm
down.

Hey,

can you hear me?

What did she say?

She asked if was going to die.

Should have read his horoscope
before we come up here.

Coyotes

- Go, you mighty Coyotes
- Go, you mighty Coyotes

- Run, run
- Run, run

- And win that game
- And win that game

- For good, old West Central
High -For good, old West Central High

Yeah.

I will see you in class, Jess.

Mike, stay with me. Hey, look
at me.

We need you. Don't die on us.

Just have a rest. Okay.

What were you singing?

It was our high school fight song.

You went to high school with him?

I didn't even remember him.

Now, I'll never forget him.

That's some freaky shit.

What are we gonna do?

Well, we can just stand here
all day and do nothing.

Shall we just leave him here?

No,

I'm not just gonna leave him
out here like this.

Maybe we should just go tell the police,

I mean?

Was a total freak accident.

Good idea. Yes.

We go and tell the police that
you accidentally shot a man

whilst we were planning to rob
a club, armed.

I... I can't go to jail.

Okay. Well?

We can't just leave him out here to rot
in the middle of fucking nowhere, so?

I think we should just bury him.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

- Agreed?
- Agreed.

If you're up there watching
all this, Mike,

I'm glad we found each other again.

I'm sorry we're gonna miss the prom.

Like you said?

It's just life, I guess.

And I am?

Real sorry

for shooting you, Mike.

Although, I swear

this had to do with a transit
in your eighth house

when Saturn converged with
Venus within the moon nodes

and nothing to do with me,

or that bloody, stupid,
malfunctioning gun.

Which you did give me, Mike, so?

Vaya con Dios.

That was from Point Break?

But you knew that.

Amen.

And I thought this was really
it. You know?

Like a real way
to change our lives forever.

I needed the money.

I don't know what I do now.

Go back to work, I guess.

Back to the grind.

At least you guys have
something to go back to.

I'm fucked.

No, I can't go back to the club now.

I already had a whole new life planned.

Who says we have to?

What do you mean?

Why can't we go ahead
with what we had planned?

And how do we do that?

Because we all know what to do.

And Jessica can take Mike's part.

I'll get the coats out of the club.

No one's gonna miss me

because I'm not even there.

Wait, do you really think
we can still pull this off?

I think we have to.

Mike's dead, and if we turn back now,

he died for nothing.

I couldn't stomach that.

Kishi kaisei.

- Kishi kaisei.
- Kishi kaisei.

Babe.

Not right now, babe.

Shit.

Not this bloody gun as well.

- The deal is off.
- It can't be off.

The deal is off.

Need to cancel the heist.

Yakuza will not be pleased.

Taxi.

Damn, Nina.

You wanna swipe right on Big
Boy Billy, baby?

My God.

Right on time.

My heart's pounding out of my chest.

We gotta stay cool.

Agreed.

What?

Stay cool, sister.

Jeanie in a bottle,

in the Eyes Wide Shut show.

You can do this.

You can do this.

This is the oldest you've ever been,

and you'll never be this young again.

We're going on in one minute.

All right, you horny bastards.

Kubrick himself called it dazzling.

Give it up for Risqué's

exclusive extravaganza.

Eyes Wide Shut.

Yeah.

Hello, hello, ladies.

Y'all ready for a little Big
Boy Billy sex sandwich?

Yo. Yo. What the fuck is this?

Come on.

What?

"This is no joke."
"We don't want to hurt you,

but play the hero and you will
die."

So, what, there's no twofer?

Carmen, all good?

Yeah. Kiko and Shelby
are tying up Big Boy Billy.

Bianka?

What are you doing here?
Fucking show's on.

You gotta be kidding me.

We good?

He not going anywhere.

We are really fucking doing this.

Yeah. It's all happening, baby.

Who the fuck are you?

At Folsom, they told me there's a safe,

a big, wide floor safe

right under Karl's chair.

Where's the floor safe?

Floor safe? What fucking floor
safe?

The floor safe with the money.

The money from the Peppermill
and the Eldorado,

the liquor store, the drug
house. Cook Islands!

Ring a bell, asshole?

Cook, what?

I have no fucking clue
what you are talking about.

The big, black bag.

The big man with the black bag

every third Saturday of the month.

You mean Harvey?

He is my chiropractor, you dumb bitch.

Boy, do I need an adjustment?

Let's fucking go.

What the fuck?

Jess, you are fucking dead!

There's gotta be a floor safe.
Where's the safe?

Millions from the Peppermill

and the Eldorado that you put on a plane.

A private plane to the Cook Islands!

Where is it?

Listen to me, you desperate piece of shit.

Do you know how much fucking uglier

this makes you look?

There's a wall safe

in Big Boy Billy's office.

On a good night,

it holds around 30 grand.

Is that what you want, Jess?

You desperate piece of nothing.

Thirty grand.

He said it was right here.

Why would he say it was here?

Some loser

puked up some silly sack of crazy bullshit

probably hoping to get laid.

I'm sure you would.

And you stupid fucking bitches bought it.

Shit.

It's gotta be here.

He said it was here.

What'd she say?

We're fucked.

She said the deal was off.

Don't trust her. Want to see
for myself.

She said the deal was off.

I don't trust that bitch.

It was all bullshit, Jess.

He was just in love with you.

Some creepy loser from high school.

No.

No. What would be the point?

Why would he do that? He
wouldn't do that.

Crazy. Crazy. He crazy.

Yeah. He's fucking delusional,
all right?

Even worse than that asshole,
Big Boy Billy.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Wait.

I know Mike was telling the truth.

I know it.

We have to go, Jess.

Someone needs to take that prick out.

Yeah, but then we'd end up
with Big Boy Billy.

And to be honest with you,
I dunno which prick's worse.

Still looking fucking sexy, Jess.

Fuck him.

Just had to stomach
another delusional rant

from Big Boy Billy.

He's a crazy pig.

Es un cerdo loco!

I'm just saying for an O.G.
veteran like yourself,

you still hot as shit.

It's a compliment.

Gotta take it as such.

If your Uncle didn't own this joint

and kept you employed
out of some sad sense of pity,

God knows what freeway
underpass you'd be living under.

Nasty, very nasty. But?

I'm a key piece
of my Uncle's vast operation.

I'm a mover and shaker, baby!

And you're gonna regret not
fucking me when you had the chance.

Now, you've made me nauseous.

Hey, girl.

You're late.
Karl was on the prowl for you.

Fuck him.

Just had to stomach
another delusional rant

from Big Boy Billy.

This sour-pussed jack-off,

that my man called him, Sweaty Pig.

What if Mike had it wrong
'cause they got it wrong?

Who?

His cellmates.

What kind of a nickname is Sweaty Pig?

What's that matter?

What if it's Billy?

- What?
- That makes no sense.

We know it wasn't that big guy
with the beard.

We know that for sure.

But? There was this nerdy
looking guy.

Shit. Yeah, with a backpack,
right?

He's the mule with the cash.

That's why he makes so many trips here.

He never got a dance.

He never watched the show.

Because he wasn't there for the show.

He was there to see Billy.

I always just assumed he sold him drugs.

That safe is in Big Boy Billy's room.

I know it.

He's the sweaty fucking pig.

Sorry. The what?

Jesus.

My God.

How did you know?

Who told you?

An old friend.

Jessica.

Big Boy Billy, AKA the Sweaty Pig.

What? Who said that?

Never mind. The combination.

- Now.
- Fuck you.

We have no time for this shit.

Fuck!

You fucking bitch!

You're dead.

You're all dead.

First one's in your stomach,

the next one's in your throat,

and the last one will be in your head.

The combination.

Seventeen, 34, 45, 11.

I know Mike wasn't lying.

My God. You did it, Jess.

Let's go, girls.

Money. Money.

Let's go. Let's grab it.

I can't believe it.

- Whoa!
- Pass me more cash.

Okay. No!

Okay.

Give me more. Give me more.

Bags. In the dressing room.
Come on.

You bet, chica.

- Yeah. Right with you.
- Let's move ass.

Kiko, Carmen, Shelby.

I know those voices.

You won't get away with this.

None of you will.
My uncle will hunt you down.

Shit.

You are the only one who knows who we are.

Fuck.

Just you.

Okay. Okay. Listen, listen,

I take it all back.

I hate my fucking uncle. Okay?

I won't say a word. I swear.

Gun!

Christ.

You're one cold, cool German bitch.

Danke.

Girls, let's stash the guns
in Karl's office.

- Come on.
- Good idea.

Yeah, right with you.

Stop. What the fuck are you
doing here?

Walk away from the door.

Fuck!

Out of the hallway. Now.

Shit.

Shit.

Fucking whores!

Now. Now.

Go. Go. Move it. Move it.

What? A girl's gotta smell
good.

Shit.

Reno police!

Hey!

- Please, can I go?
- Go.

Did that just really happen?

It really just happened, all right.

Are we really fucking rich?

We're really fucking rich, all right.

I think this is the beginning
of a beautiful friendship.

Casablanca.

That's my mother's favorite movie.

No, I made it up.

It's from Clueless.

No.

It's Top Gunsequel.

It's from Top Gunsequel.

It's just a really good line.
All right?

And I dunno about you lot,

but I could use a bloody vacation.

How does Madrid Sound?

Switzerland.

Bali.

Peru.

How about a couple of months in each?

Yes, babe.

I may not believe in karma,

but I do believe things happen
for a reason, Jessica.

If I can figure out a clean way
to snatch the dough,

I hand over 20 percent

to the boys' families in Memphis.

Shit.

Today is the oldest you've ever been,

and you'll never be this young again.

Just gotta make a quick stop in Memphis.

Kishi kaisei!

- Kishi kaisei!
- Kishi kaisei!