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for all of us
to keep a hand in.

We could open the Deuce up.

A fresh one.

He might have gone off
to troll some young hustlers.

I'm a whore, C.C.

You made that pretty clear
to everyone on set today.

Don't forget to enjoy yourself.

No fucking plexiglass.

That's fuckin' genius.

♪

Hey!

The people watching this movie,

they don't wanna be
in a woman's head.

- Porn.
- The only reason

to put up with those goombas
is for protection,

what the fuck are they
protecting anybody from?

- I love you, Vincent.
- Everyone loves a sucker.

♪

Attention customers

for the Albany Express
Direct bus.

The bus is now loading
at Gate 32.

This is a gate change.

Albany Express Direct
now boarding at Gate 32.

Looksa you,
you from afar.

As I live and breathe.

- Baby, you a college girl?
- Dropped out.

- I might go back, but--
- Nah.

Education's wasted
on the youth.

Classroom's a box.
What you gonna learn
in a box?

Uh, I just said that
to my parents last week.

Bet you did.
And now you here
in the big city

for a real education.

From the University
of Life As Lived.

Yes. Yeah.

I see it all
in your eyes.

It's as plain as day.

My name's Larry Brown.

Brenda Peterson.

Hey, you. Go.

Get your ass
outta my seat.

...keep your personal
belongings with you

at all times.

- You got a crib?
- A what?

A coop. Place to stay.

Oh. My mom has this cousin
I've never met. I'll see
how it goes.

I'm gonna ask you
a question,

and I'm gonna answer
that question for you.

OK.

What's your dream?

What is it about the big city
that brought you here?

- Well, I--
- Shut. Said I was
gonna answer it for you.

You wanna be an actress.

You wanna see yourself
in movies.

OK, now you're scaring me.

Oh, it's your lucky day,
Brenda Peterson.

With my industry connections,

and of course, after we get
to know each other
a little better,

I can most definitely
offer you

the proper assistance
and direction.

That's what I need.
Directions.

Oh,
we gonna get along
right fine, you and me.

How do I get to...
this address?

I'm supposed to meet a guy
at 3:00, and I...

really don't
want to blow it.

Now boarding at Gate 7,
Trailways...

Uh, it's cool.

I'll find it.

You know they're gonna
exploit you, right?

You gonna get yourself
exploited!

♪ See her picture
in a thousand places ♪

♪ 'Cause she's
this year's girl ♪

♪ You think you all own

♪ Little pieces
of this year's girl ♪

♪ Forget your fancy manners ♪

♪ Forget your English grammar ♪

♪ 'Cause you don't
really give a damn ♪

♪ About this year's girl ♪

♪ Ahh-ee-ahh ♪

♪ Still you're hopin'
that she's well-spoken ♪

♪ 'Cause she's
this year's girl ♪

♪ You want her broken
with her mouth wide open ♪

♪ 'Cause she's
this year's girl ♪

♪ Those disco synthesizers ♪

♪ Those daily tranquilizers ♪

♪ Those body-building prizes ♪

♪ Those bedroom alibis ♪

♪ All this ♪

♪ But no surprises ♪

♪ For this year's girl ♪

♪ All this ♪

♪ But no surprises ♪

♪ For this year's girl ♪

♪ Hey!

♪ Ahh-ee-ahh ♪

- Ta-da!
- Irene, what the fuck?

Hey, look.
Let me ask you this, alright?

Which one of ya's
doesn't want to triple
their daily takeaway?

Now let me see hands.

Alright.

Watch this.

Take that,
take this--

props--
here we go.

Where the fuck's
he goin'?

Alright. Irene,

put the thing in the thing.

OK.

Oh, this ain't gonna be pretty.

Alright, window goes up,

this is you.

♪ Bom bom-bom ♪

Alright. Oh! Thank you.

Ya keep dancin'...

Ooh! Ah! Another one?

Thank you!
Look at that!

I got tipped twice
for one pat on the ass.

That's nice work
if ya can get it.
Know what I mean?

What happens the third time?

I don't know.
You play fuckin' patty-cakes.

I signed up for a show.
No touch.

- Hey, don't knock it.
- The girls at

at that joint
over on 49th Street,

they are makin' money
hand over fist.

That's right.

OK? Now: rules.

Rule number one,
alright?

You gotta make sure
the mook ain't a cop.

Second rule.

You make sure
he don't touch you anywhere

that you don't
guide him first.

What, like... internally?

Tsk. Nah. Fuck this.

- What? Dee. Come back.
- Dee!

You ask me, we'll make
a shitload more in tips

than if they're just
stickin' money in the slot.

That's right. Very wise.

OK.

Third rule. You make sure
his hand...

goes through the partition
to you, alright?

You don't put any part
of yourself onto his side.

And if you do,
make sure it's something
you can live without.

Hmm?

I was just jokin'.

I was kiddin' there. Alright?

Look, don't worry,
alright?

Anything happens,
there's a button

on the side of the window,
you press that...

and if that don't work,
then...

Then what?

- Yell.
- Yell.

OK.

This is a good thing!
For all of us.

This is progress!

Tell 'em.

Yeah.

No such thing
as free money.

Good set last night,
right?

Great set.

I like where
you're goin' with it.

- More personal.
- Finally, right?

'Cause honestly,

all that "Rimbaud
is my spirit animal" bullshit

was starting
to give me hemorrhoids.

Him, Baudelaire,

Apollinaire,
Frigidaire...

and all those other
bad-boy poseurs.

Rimbaud wasn't a poseur.

"I am a beast, a nigger,
but I could be saved.
You are sham niggers."

No offense, bro.

"I enter the true kingdom
of the children of Ham."

Ham and a side
of hash browns.

Exactement.

You wanna make
honest art?

Look to where you been.

Sign it for me?

Why don't you
come back down again tonight?

I'll have a real gift
for you.

If I can get in for free.

Hey, where's my light meter?

Where's that...
fucking wimple?

It's on your head.

I love that word.

- Joss, can you
get Harvey for me?
- Yeah.

"Wimple."

Candy says...

What? What does she want?

Where are they?

They?

No. Come on.

It's just
a couple of fries.

Harvey, just stop.

You know I'm right.

Candy needs
to talk to you.

- Candy.
- Harvey.

I'm not doin' this
anymore.

- Doing what?
- Doing this.

Priests, nuns...
rabbis.

You're religious now?

No, it just offends me.

I stayed up all night
writing this scene.

- Ask Joss.
- Harvey, this whole script
is shit.

Hey. Hey, I'm trying
to say something

about organized religion
in this movie,

it's a statement piece.

Saying what, exactly?

Did you hear the one
about the blind guy
at the Seder?

They hand him
a piece of matzah,

he says,
"Who wrote this shit?"

You gotta get rid of Melinda.

She's fucked up even when
she's not fucked up.

No problem.
Anything else?

Yeah.

I'm not doing any more
Daddy Knows Best scenes.

That's a fantasy.

That's not my fantasy.

That's someone's fantasy.

Hey, you want me to keep
bangin' out films for you,

you gotta give me
some better shit
to work with.

And you have gotta let me
start drawing some lines
for myself. Otherwise--

Alright.
Absolutely.

I've also been thinkin'
about something else.

I want 20, 25 tables
and a small stage.

So, live music?

Yeah, but mellow.

American songbook.
Like at the Carlyle.

So that means
a dance floor.

Maybe a little one.

Nothing anybody'd go crazy on.

There's enough discos
downtown already.

This is more one of those Nick
and Nora Charles nightclubs

from the movies,
you know?

Some wit and class to it.

More conversation, less cock.

Something like that.

Been to your other club
a few times.

Did you have fun?

I did.

Good.

Be that as it may,
I'll need 20,000 up front.

Like I told Kenneth,
15 as a deposit,

five for two months' rent
in advance.

We have to talk
to some people.

Can we get
a little time on this?

Whatever you need.

This isn't it.

The movies that
stick in a theater
for more than a month,

they cost more,
and they're better
than ours.

So how about
getting the fuck
out of this shoebox

and making something
really special?

Because this crap
that we're doing now,

I mean, I would be amazed if
the guys sittin' in the theater

stay to the end of the movie
after they squeeze one out.

And the best flicks,

they make you think a little,

they make you laugh
for real.

Because they give you story.

- We give story.
- No. The real moneymakers?

Alice in Wonderland?

Right? It's fuckin' based
on Alice in Wonderland.

- Misty Beethoven's
based on My Fair Lady.
- Shaw's Pygmalion, actually.

Devil in Miss Jones
is based on a French play.

- That would be
Sartre's No Exit.
- Will you stop, please?

But it's a bit of a stretch.

Don't do this smart-ass
film buff thing of yours.

I'm just trying
to talk to you.

I'm just trying
to talk to you.

I'm listening to you.

And I'm not going
to those fucking
spaghetti-benders

I have to deal with
for more money.

- Neither are you.
- Takes money to make money.

- What?
- You heard me.

Et tu, Mrs. Brute?

OK.

- I'll raise it on my own.
- Yeah?

Good luck with that.

What now?

- Fuckin' awesome!
- Nice job, Lori.

- What happened?
- I got nominated!

- For what?
- Best Supporting Actress.

That's fantastic!
Which movie?

Family Head.
I'm dreaming, right?

- That's amazing.
- Taught her
everything she knows.

Oh, please. I got off that bus
with skills, and you know it.

Too true, Lor, too true.

- Whose side are you on?
- Harvey. Best Director.

- Get the fuck out.
- Let me see this.

Oh, my...

Come on.

Nobody's saying nothin'
about it.

Any of your friends out there
been acting any different
than usual?

Like how?

You mean like paranoid?

Yeah.
Everybody. Every day.

You would be too
if you was one of us.

Who ain't been around
since then?

Dunno.

There's this one kid,

kind of like a joker,
always crackin' everybody up.

That's why
I'm thinking about him.

He kinda disappeared.
But I don't know his name.

Maybe Skeef? Skaff?

White, black,
or Puerto Rican?

There's something
you need to know about me.

Mm-hmm?

I do what I gotta do,
but I got a girlfriend, too.

Mm-hmm.

You knew the Doomsday Defense
was gonna show up,

but Jesus,
eight turnovers?

It's embarrassing.
Morton got his ass
handed to him.

So much for vindication.

How's your case goin'?

You know, zeroing in,
zeroing out.

You don't have
to feel guilty anymore

about not taking me
under your roof.

I wasn't feelin' guilty
about it.

I'm back with the wife.

Is that a good thing?

Every choice
you can make in life sucks.

Given that, best thing
you can do is choose
the thing that sucks the least.

Over there.

- Unhh!
- Taylor-- Tyler.

Raise her hips up about
six inches. Otherwise
I can't see the insert.

He does that,
he's gonna be
bangin' on my eggs.

- I don't want to hurt her.
- Shana, Fuckin' da Vinci

had to lay on his back
for ten years

with paint dripping
in his eyes.

But guess what? It's called
the Sistine Chapel.

Sacrifice for your art, OK?

- Randall, a word, please.
- Cut.

Find me another fuckin' angle
that works, please.

I know you think
you're an artiste,
but this is not a church.

- The woman just said
she's not comfortable--
- Alright, alright. I hear you.

So, what was so important
you couldn't make today's call?

She's here now. What?

And she was over
at Harvey's shop
this morning.

Word gets around, Lori.
You double-booked yourself.

- She's in demand.
- It's my fault.

I told you both
that I could,

and I didn't realize.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Go suit up, Miss In Demand.

Who are you?

The agency sent me.

I audition today.

OK. We'll use you
in the orgy.

Go talk to her,
with the clipboard.

She'll run you through
hair and wardrobe.

Come on.

Lori.

Yeah.

Don't be apologizin'
for who you are.

See, girl,
we just keep moving up.

- And with this award--
- It's just a nomination, C.C.

Mm-hmm.

You gonna win, girl.

- Miss me already, huh?
- Hey, Abby.

So why was I summoned?

- Uh...
- What's the deal?

You're throwin' away sevens!

Hey, Mike.
You're in charge tonight.

- What?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Vince. Him? Come on.

Did I say Mike was in charge?

Yeah, I think I did.

- What the fuck?
- Where are we going?

Road trip.
Tonight only.

- What about the Hi-Hat?
- Yeah, what about the Hi-Hat?

I called Annette.

She's gonna come in
and cover for you.

Boss man, I don't think
I was angling for
any kind of promotion.

Beside the fact that
you're crossin' lines here.

I mean, I'm fuckin' blood,
right?

Mike, you're gonna be fine.
You know why?

'Cause I trust you.

Fuck this!

Fuck this fuckin' game!

My grandma plays gin!

Let's go.
I got a rental outside,

you bring your camera,
you want.

Mike,
it'll be fucking great.

Good luck.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

There's this girl,
Frances Matarazzo,
in my homeroom.

I really like her,
and I think she really likes me.

- OK.
- But my best friend Stan,
he really likes her.

So I want to ask her
to go to the movies,

but I don't want to make Stan
feel crappy.

And I don't want him
to get pissed off at me

and not be my friend anymore.

Yeah, sounds like a problem.

I mean, Mom,
Frances doesn't even like him.

If you were me,
what would you do?

I don't know.
Girls are gonna come and go.

Mom, I really,
really like her.

Then I would ask myself

which was
more important to me...

the friendship
or the movie date.

So you're goin' out
with girls now?

Just a few.

As opposed to every girl
in the world?

Stop, OK?

You know, I've been doing
pretty good at work lately.

What do you think
about me looking around
for a two-bedroom?

- OK.
- Like, for us.

Not a good idea?

- We can look together.
- Yeah.

I don't mean right away,
but soon.

- How soon?
- Soon.

Here we are.

Wow.

Come on.

Yeah, it don't look
like much now,

but you shoulda seen it
when I was a kid.

- Jesus.
- What?

Condom graveyard
down there.

The Coney Island whitefish.

Yeah, summertime
there'd be couples
down there

doing everything
from makin' out
to straight fuckin'.

My friends and I
would be up here
peering down,

we'd see a couple people
humpin' away,

we'd pour water on 'em
through the slats
and then run like hell.

Pure class.

Lots of babies
being made.

Lots of kids
running around Brooklyn
with the name Sandy.

Did you ever
take any girls down there?

Once.
Marie Amalfitano.

But we were in like sixth grade,
so it was mostly kissing.

For me it was
always the boathouse.

My parents' club.

Well, welcome to
the great state
of Un-Connecticut.

I think I would have had
a lot more fun here.

Yeah, I heard
she's a dental hygienist now.

- Who?
- Marie.

Amalfitano.

Saw you also got one
of the AFAA nominations.

You too?
What was yours for?

Best Actress.

Whoa.

Just Supporting, me.

- It's all cake, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- You see me on TV last night?
- Unh-unh.

Midnight Blue.

That Channel J show.

With the Screw guy. Al.

Oh, that Channel 35 show?
Yeah, I've seen that.

Uh-huh. He interviews you
just like Johnny Carson,

except he's asking you,
like, about fuckin'
and suckin'.

You should go on with him.

Millions of guys watch,

and you don't
have to do much.

- He just asked you to on it?
- Nope. Kiki set it up.

She's your manager?

Manager, agent,
whatever she wants
to call herself.

Do you want to meet her?

Uh, maybe another time.

So anyway,
after we taped the show,

the guy Al,
he invites me back
to his office,

and I'm thinkin',
"OK, here it comes.

Now I gotta blow him
or whatever for the spot."

But really he just asks
if he can go down on me.

Just asks it like
I have to give permission.

What?

And afterwards he gives me
half of his sandwich

and we talk about
how he can't get
his favorite deli

to deliver
below 23rd Street.

I mean, whatever, right?

- What the hell?
- Alright, stand aside.

Look, there's an art to his,
alright?

Oh!

Just 'cause it looks easy
don't mean that it is.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- Right?
- Uh-huh.

Alright.
Here's the secret.

You gotta bank it.

Watch.

Huh? OK?

No, sorry,
it says "no bank shots."

Yeah. Exactly.

Hmm?

Come on.

- Here we go. Here we go.
- Alright.

- Yay!
- Oh!

Stick with me, kid,
I'll show you the world, huh?

Gimme my hand back!

Fuck you!

Let me go!

Just a dollar minimum

is all it takes
to smell it,

touch it, taste it--
right now!

Damnit!

Fuck you!

Gimme my goddamn hand
back!

- Fuck you, asshole!
- Hey, you alright?

- Get me out of here!
- Elise, lift it up!

- Fuck you too, Frankie!
- Alright.

- Alright, relax. Relax.
- Where you goin'?!

Whoa, sorry.

The best pussy
in New York City,

right here!

Hey, Elise. Hey.

The button.
Push the button!

See what
he fuckin' did to me?!

Alright,
he's got long fingernails.

What, you gonna
chop his fuckin' arm off?

You fuckin' serious, Frankie?

Push the fuckin' button!

- Fuckin' asshole!
- Push the button!

Push the--
Push the fuckin' button!

- Push it!
- I am! It's fuckin' broken!

Fuck.

Alright, sir,
just, uh, wait there.

Ah, you bitch!

Alright, relax.

Will you get me
out of here?!

Relax! Relax!

- Alright, easy.
- Get it open!

- Ahh!
- There you go.

Look what she did to me!

Oh, my-- My watch!
Where's my wa--

- What? Elise!
- She took my watch!

The watch!

- Ah, fuck!
- There it is.

Girl, girls, girls!

I'm goin' to the cops!

- Right now!
- Coulda been worse.

She coulda taken
the wedding ring.

Fuck you.

Alright.

Elise, you OK in there?

Fuck you, Frankie.

You alright, baby?

Ahh. No, I will not
be paying my tab.

Did I say anything?

But if things go good Thursday,
I might be.

- What's Thursday?
- A legit call-back.

Fantastic!
For what?

A revival of Zoo Story.

It's in New Hope,
Pennsylvania,

but right now
I'll go anywhere.

I thought you were busy.

Just some porn. I'm trying
not to do so much of that.

Three years Juilliard,
two years La MaMa,

and it's like I got
a brand on my forehead
from that shit.

Every casting agent in town

is whispering something
about the size of my dick

before I walk in
for any read.

Well, as long as
they say nice things.

To New Hope.

To any hope at all.

- Welcome to Neponsit.
- Whose house is this?

My Aunt Celeste.

She's upstate
visiting her daughter.

Mmm!

- Yeah.
- Wow.

Where is Miss Havisham's
wedding cake?

What do you mean?
Still hungry?

What?

Yeah.

Big family.

Hmm.

You were
so adorable
as a little kid.

Yeah, I think you're
lookin' at Frankie there.

No, I'm not.

Oh, shit, you're right.

It is me.

Gene, you need anything?

I'm fine, Paul.

Can I have one more?
Same thing.

Let me get you
a real drink.

OK.

Hey, settle down.

He's the one
that hit me first.
I never touched you.

- Step back!
- Faggot!

- You OK?
- I'm fine.

- You fucking cowards.
- What'd he hit you with?

I don't know. I was
coming out of the bar
and I got hit from behind.

- So he hit you with his fist?
- Officer, it's dark in there.

Maybe he was trying to fit
a big black cock in his mouth
and he missed!

- No one's talking to you!
- Lean back, guys.

How do you know it was him
if he hit you from behind?

- I know because--
- You know why?

'Cause maricóns
like it from behind.

You want to file a complaint?

Or can we just
take you to the ER
and call it a night?

Dee, do up the top button.

Yeah, I think
it's hotter like that

if you slowly
take 'em off.

Let's do
the talking again.

I hate to evict you.

Nice and slow.
You're in charge.

Maybe we can
work something out.

How?

Mmm. Let's think,
see what pops up.

- He owes you money.
- Enjoy your power.

Yeah.

That's a week's rent
paid up right there.

OK, Terry, give me
a little resistance.

This is a strange situation.

- Why would I resist?
- Because you're not
in charge here.

Like I'm kind of
the girl here?

Don't look at me.
Look at her.

Yeah, Terry,
you kind of are.

Candy, how much rent
does he owe me?

I'm not loving
the color of that sofa.

Oh, fuck me!
Guys? Fuck!

Cut. Cut.

OK, I'm sorry.

I know everybody's tired,

but we have gotta get
these scenes by the morning,
alright?

We're already
a day overdue
on the camera.

Can we reset?

Let's get to the fucking!

Jesus Christ.

Look who's home,
Jeremy.

It's your fucking dada.

- Can I just breathe here?
- Here, breathe with him.

He's been crying all day,
I'm exhausted.

Did you take him
to the pediatrician?

This morning.

He wants to test him
for allergies.

- What allergies?
- All.

I'm gonna go back to bed.

Don't fall asleep on me, OK?

Too late.

You OK there, buddy?

Candy.

I want to rap to you
about something.

Hey, baby. Just give us
a second, alright?

Thanks, Dee.

Look, I been coming
down here a while

to see what you do,
how you do.

And I gotta say...

the males you use,

they don't look
like real men.

They don't even fuck
like real men.

Yeah, no kidding.

How come you hardly
use any brothers?

Where we goin'
with this, Larry?

- Are you serious?
- Why not?

I mean, a pimp
is a performer, right?

I perform every day.

And depending
who I gotta deal with,
it's a different role.

Hoes, cops,
other pimps.

I am who I need to be
to control the situation.

Yeah, but that's the thing.

Guys like you,
it's all about control.

That shit don't play here.
You gotta give all that up.

Show your ass,
do what you're told.

Think you could do that,
Larry?

I can do whatever
I put my mind to.

Can't bitch-slap a camera.

Ohh.

Long day's night.

Thank you.

Hey, who was that lady
you were talking to today?

You mean Genevieve Furie?

No.

The fuck! Harvey,
you don't give me a heads-up?

I didn't want to
make you nervous.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Ohh...

Did she say anything?

You want to meet her?

♪ Don't let ♪

♪ Your well run dry ♪

♪ Don't stop it now ♪

♪ Don't give me
no reasons why ♪

♪ Don't stop me now... ♪

You know who that is,
right?

I know he need
to get a new wig.

Yo, yo, yo!

Listen up!

Turn the music down
for this.

Turn it down!

It's 4:00 a.m.,
and all y'all know

this the moment
where my man Vincent

kick this party up a notch

by making sure everybody
have a free drink in their hand.

That's right,

4:00 a.m., and y'all
sippin' on a new one.

But I ain't Vincent.

Do I even look I-talian?

In fact, I don't look
anything like a motherfucker

who needs to give
a free drink to anyone, ever.

So if y'all want
to keep this party happenin',

y'all gonna get to the bar,

put down some cash money
on some alcohol,

or I'm gonna bounce your ass

into the cold light
of the early morn.

Mike,

you're honorary Italian!

Hey, fuggedaboutit!

Paisans, let's drink!

That girl today
on set?

Uh-huh?

She just sashays in,

says she wants
to make a movie with us.

And she's like
some college girl

from, like... wherever.

And that's the thing.

They're all like that now.

Like everybody
that I work with,
all the girls,

never whored, never will.

It's like they just decided

that they want
to make porn flicks.

Like they sat down with
their guidance counselors
and made a plan.

Thing is...

everything and everybody,

it's just, it's getting...

I don't know, it's...

it's changed, C.C.,
you know?

It's not like how it was
when we started.

It's-- It's different.

The-- The... directors

and the actors,
and it's just...

...it's like a free world.

A free world.

Yeah.

You know, the awards,

they say that
all the nominees

are going out to L.A.
for the award show.

No kidding.

Like on a plane?

Yeah. Yeah, they say
it's like a thing,

like-- like a--

like an important thing
for the business.

They say everybody's
gonna be there.

I don't know,
maybe we should go.

- Mmm.
- Hey.

Mmm.

You goin' out
for the AFAA awards?

I hope so.

I never been
to L.A. before.

It's a chance to meet-and-greet
the whole industry, both coasts.

Like who?

De Renzy, Damiano,

Spinelli,
Arthur Morowitz,

the Mitchells.

You want,
I can arrange sit-downs.

Absolutely.

Then you gotta hire me
as your agent.

I get ten percent
of everything,

no more, no less,
no strings.

- Why me?
- Because when I watch you
in a flick,

I see a woman
who genuinely looks
like she's enjoying herself.

Sometimes I do,
but sometimes...

I'm not saying
what you think I'm saying.

I'm saying
you're an actor.

Do you know
what a gift that is,

to be able to sell it
onscreen?

I've never really
thought about it,
I just...

Like I was telling Shana,
this whole thing
is new for porn,

agents actually
representing the talent--

new on this coast,
at least.

Here, the only thing
agents did

was find fresh bodies
for directors.

We worked for them.

But out west,
girls are starting
to get repped.

You let me guide
your career,

we're both gonna make
a lot of money.

That's what C.C.
always says.

The other day on set,
what were you talking
to the director about?

About treating my client
with respect,

professional respect.

Look, C.C. is a pimp

who's in way over his head,

and the only thing
he's gonna do
is drag you down.

In the summers,
my Aunt Celeste,

she'd send
all the rug-rat cousins
out here to the beach.

She'd sit on the porch
with her sisters
and play canasta,

talk about shit
you wouldn't believe.

Like, "If you can't
marry Italian,

what's the next best choice?"

And me and Frank,
we'd come up from the beach,

too much sand in our shorts,

and our other aunt, Carmen,

she'd give us a taste
of her wine in a paper cup,

and then we'd run back
to the house, to the backyard,

and my Uncle Ernie
would be back there
with all the husbands,

he'd give us a taste,

and if he was winnin',
let us play a hand for him.

All day, back and forth,
back and forth like that.

So what is
the next best choice?

- For a husband?
- Mm-hmm.

Aunt Celeste,
she liked the Jews.

Jews, they make better money

and generally don't hit
the wives or beat on the kids.

I love this.

Yeah. It's the best.

This is us.

- Oh, shit, we gotta get back.
- What's the rush?

- Fuck! I almost forgot
the baby shower.
- What baby shower?

I want D-80, half a load.

- You have the blood knife?
- Right, yeah.

I want to see the incision,
you know? That's good.

Use the air cannon
for the splatter on the wall.

- You know what to do.
- Great.

Oren, I think
we're gonna start

with a wide two-shot,
then you dolly in from there

and stay on her face.

I'll do him.

Janet, when
you're stabbing him

for the first time,

I want to see rage
in your eyes.

Rage, OK? You're doing great.

First position, everybody.

Nobody fuck it up.
I want to get it in one.

I'm going handheld on this.

OK, Oren,
are you ready?

- Yeah.
- OK.

Raise it higher.

That's good,
but lift your chin a little.

OK? You look great.
Alright...

- Where the hell were you?
- Don't start, OK?

You were supposed
to take Patrick to
the dentist two hours ago!

There was a pile-up
on the bridge.
Nothing I could do about it.

He's gonna wind up
with more holes
than teeth.

- Here. Take him.
- Not now, Fran.

- I'm supposed to go--
- I said not now!

Bobby!

Miss Furie,
I have gotta tell you--

Agneiszka.

"Genevieve Furie"
is just for show.

Agneiszka,
I have learned so much

watching the films
you directed.

And I have seen
all of 'em,

'cause I know you started
in skin flicks like me.

- And now--
- And now they let me
do the trash and the slash

and the horror and...

It's still porn.
But different.

Well, it's more
than fuck films.

Yeah.

So why did you come
to our set?

Harvey asked me.

He likes you.

And we share some history.

Me, I don't like women,
you know?

They talking too much,
they slow things down,

they can't lift track,
they can't move camera,
they..

Thank you.

If I was your teacher,

from what I see yesterday,

I give you a "C."

First of all,
your camera guy,

he think
he's your co-director.

Put him in his place,

or fire him
and shoot it yourself.

Second of all,
your crew is shit.

There's plenty
of legitimate pros
out there

who'd be happy
to moonlight
for extra dollars.

Just put the word out
and they find you.

Third of all,
anyone can fuck on film,

but hardly anyone can act.

- Yeah.
- To me, I'd rather
use real actor

- with normal-sized prick.
- Yeah.

Because what happen
when they actually have
to stop fucking?

When they have
to open their mouth
and sell a character?

- Right?
- Yeah.

Four,
stop using whores.

They're dead
around the eyes.

Got some bubbly
for the ladies!

Thank you!

Ahh.

- You're sure
it's a girl, right?
- Yeah.

Ooh!

In case the damn doctor's
wrong.

Pfft.

Yo, come on!

You got customers out here
freezin' our nuts off!

- Come on!
- Big bad wolf.

Alright.

Raise a glass
for Adam or Eve.

Oh ho ho!
We ain't here
for no al fresco shit.

Guys,
it's a baby shower.
A girl thing.

Let 'em have
their party.

Hey, Daddy.

What's goin' on
in there?

I just said.

Bought a motherfuckin' present
for the bitch.

Oh, that's sweet.

If it's so girly-girly,
why the fuck Vince in there?

Do me a favor.
There's a tribe
of Slap-A-Ho's out there.

Can you go babysit them
before they break
the door down?

Hey, yo, see
that bodega on 9th burned down?

That why they
call it Hell's Kitchen?

- Hey, I got cigars.
- My man.

You know what
they're doing inside, right?

What do you think
they're doin'?

- Connivin' against our asses.
- Yeah.

Scratch a bitch,
uncover a conspiracy.

OK, a cucumber
won't knock you up.

A cucumber
won't beat your ass.

Or say, "It ain't mine."

Oh, a cucumber
won't give you the syph.

- Or hate on your kids.
- Or take your money.

- Or beat your ass.
- You said that already!

I'm saying it again.

Did somebody say soft?
It won't go soft?

Yeah.

Wait, which one?

Sorry I got you
kicked out of there.

Yeah, they didn't
want me in there anyway.

Gettin' cold.

It's all about Roger Staubach
and his Doomsday Defense...

Droppin' off
or pickin' up?

What do you care?

Question withdrawn.

Fuck you.
People have to eat.

So how goes
your tourist carving?

I keep hearing about
this one hustler kid
who disappeared right after.

Uh, Skeef. Skiff--

You mean Skeets.

- Skeets?
- Angel Arroyo.

If he's vanished,
he didn't vanish far.

His mother lives
up in the Bronx.

This here is called...
gettin' some work out of me.

Cowboys gonna do it again
next year. Just wait.

Fuck me.

Listen to this. Listen.

"He could be seen
from afar among the trees

putting his arm
'round her waist

and walking,
half-bending over,

ruffling the chemisette
of her bodice with his head."

There's four fucking chapters,

that's the closest
anybody's got to fucking!

Agneiszka said
look to the classics. Fuck.

- "Moby Dick"?
- You gonna make a joke
about a sperm whale?

- "The Iceman Cometh."
- The what?

"Crotch-22"?

"The Adventures
of Fuckleberry Finn"?

Stop. It's not
a fucking party game.

What about fairy tales?

Most of them are about sex,
anyway.

Hmm. For example?

"Snow White."

You gotta cast dwarfs.

"Cinderella"? No, no.

- Keep goin'.
- Ah... "Goldilocks."

"Somebody's been
sleepin' in my bed."

Uh, "Sleeping Beauty."

♪ Hey there ♪

♪ Little Red Riding Hood ♪

♪ You sure are lookin' good ♪

♪ You're everything ♪

♪ That a big bad wolf
could want ♪

Ow! Owww!

How ya doin'?

You run this shithole?

I, uh...

yep.

Gimme a Dewar's rocks.

Same for Frick and Frack
over here.

Heard about that mess
the other night.

Do you know who I am?

- The Horse.
- That's right.

I got places
on either end
of Christopher,

and one around the corner.

Nobody fucks with them,
do they?

Mister lanniello,

we already have
an understanding
with Mr. Pipilo.

Oh, Mr. Pipilo.

Shit. I didn't know
you were with Rudy.

How the fuck
am I supposed to know

that you're with a guy

when your customers are getting
the shit beat out of them

every time they go in
and out of your joint?

I came here to help you.

Far be it from me
to interject

into the business affairs
of Rudy Pipilo.

But if I were you,
I'd ask out of that arrangement,

and possibly
get into a new one

where you're actually
getting the protection
you're paying for.

But that's up to you,
not me.

Yo! Hit us again.

He had you backed
against the passenger door.

Let me hear you say it.

Backed against
the door, yeah.

So you had no way
to escape him?

No.

And he was angry?

How much do you weigh?

He weighs nothing.
Look at him.

Can I tell you how much
the other man weighed?

Two hundred and forty pounds.

Dios mio.

So would you say
you were in fear
for your life?

Yeah.

Good.

So where were you?

He had me backed up
against the passenger door.

There was nothing else
I could do.

- You got it?
- Yeah. That's good.

- Alright. Watch your head.
- Yup.

Duggan.

Big Bobby Dwyer.

Holy shit.

I haven't seen you
since the Navy Yard job.

What was that,
six, seven years ago?

What the fuck's
goin' on here?

What's it look like?

And why do you care?

Detective Alston?

So you solved it.

You heard quick.

I usually do.

So? Robbery?
Was he robbed?

He was down on the Deuce
trolling for some young trade,

and he backed the wrong kid
into doing something
he didn't want to do.

And here you are
lookin' to protect
the tourists from New York.

Turns out New York
needs to protect itself
from the tourists.

Wrong case for you.
Sorry.

Do you have any idea
what's coming down the pike,
Detective?

What?
A new Knapp Commission?

A new broom?

You know who benefits?

Cats like you
get all the ink.

You know who gets it
in the neck?

Cops who get suckered in.

Next thing they know,
they get shot,
nobody lifts a finger.

Two years later,
everybody's still stealin'
like nothing ever happened.

That's not what
this is about.

Do you know what are
the two greatest crime-fighters
we have in this city?

Sheetrock and cranes.

Fuckin' Christ.

What's the problem?

See what's happening
around the corner on Dyer?

Guys are cartin' shit
off a truck,

I go see what's what.

It's Hodas again,
opening another parlor.

This one right between
two of ours.

That motherfucker!

Vin? It's me.
Guess what?

Another fuckin' Hodas joint's
goin' up.

Right down the street!

Right between us
and the Geisha House.

Alright,
I'll get with Rudy then.

Bye.

- Hey, Vince.
- Yeah.

Gotta get with Tommy Longo,
man. Maybe Rudy, too.

I'm kinda freakin' out.

Look, I got somewhere
to be tonight.

Why don't you just go
talk to him yourself?

- Alone?
- Yeah.

You're payin' him too, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Babe, come on,
we gotta go.

Kitchen's gonna close.
They stay open late,
but come on.

- Now?
- Yeah, now.

Now or never. Come on,
I thought you wanted
to grab a bite.

OK, just, um...

Abby. You.

Abby.

Hello?

Oh, my God. Hey.

Sure-- Sure. Where?

Abby.

I'm coming right now.
OK.

Vin, somethin' came up.
I'm sorry.

What do you mean
somethin' came up?

What?

What about dinner?

That negligee's
too long for you.

You're gonna trip,
break your neck in here.

Borrowed it from my sister
who's a giant.

How about this.

Everybody says
when it comes to women's wear
I have excellent taste.

If you trust me,
I'll pick you up
a few nice things

and bring 'em in tomorrow.

It's how I am
with my friends.

Man's a hopeless romantic.

Whatever you want to do...

And one strategy
I was thinking about

is focusing on
the massage parlors,
the peeps,

a group of us standing outside
with cameras

and shooting the johns
going in.

Shooting the johns.

I don't like it. You're
talking about public shaming.

It could come back on us
in a bad way.

It's not about the johns.

It's about whoever's
making money off these women.

Hold on a sec.
The reality is

the pimps are always
gonna pimp,

and johns are
always gonna spend,

and the higher-ups will always
find a way to cash in.

So why do anything?
Is that what you're saying?

No, that's not
what I'm saying.

I'm saying what do
the women need in order
to get out?

And if they're not
ready to get out,

then what do they need
in order to survive?

Look, the bigger issues
are the bigger issues--

political, criminal,
public awareness, whatever.