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(RETCHING)

(COUGHING)

(CONTINUES COUGHING)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFS) Hmm?

(SNIFFING)

You okay?

Never been better.

(DOOR OPENS)

(LIVELY CHATTER)

I lost 94 fucking pounds. Ninety-four...

- Here she is. - Candy's late.

Fashionably. Hey. Hey. It's her night, it's her film.

- Let her have her big entrance. - FRANKIE: Hey...

Mr. and Mrs. Wasserman. (CHUCKLES)

- HARVEY: Mr. and Mrs. Martino. - Ah!

Mazel on the premiere of your very first producorial endeavor.

(CHUCKLING) All right. So, how much money is this making us?

Regrettably, this is an invitation-only event, you understand?

So, the tickets are gratis.

But we open in ten theaters on Thursday.

That's all?

(STAMMERS) That's a lot. For porn, that's huge.

- Huge. - All right?

- (LAUGHING) - Okay. All right, all right.

Oh, uh, yeah, Harv...

We're gonna do right by Christina on the next one?

I mean, leading role?

- On the next one? - Yeah.

- I mean, we owe it. - You mean you owe it.

(STAMMERS) You know, we're gonna figure that out later, all right?

Enjoy yourselves tonight.

- Okay. Okay. - All right? Both of you.

- A mazel top to you, my friend. - Oh, my God. All right.

- Love the tie. - Beautiful.

REPORTER 1: Turn this way. Let me see that beautiful face, baby.

REPORTER 2: Thank you. Thank you, baby.

REPORTER 1: Excuse me, baby, let me get a photo. Baby? Hey.

REPORTER 2: This way, please, come on.

REPORTER 3: Come on, come on. Give me something.

REPORTER 4: Looking beautiful, mama. REPORTER 3: Give me a smile, come on.

REPORTER 1: Hey, baby, hey. You're looking so pretty.

Put a nice smile on.

REPORTER 3: One more, one more, one more. Sparkly diamonds.

REPORTER 1: Come on. WOMAN: Looking good.

REPORTER 1: This way, this way.

(LIVELY CHATTER)

WOMAN: Congratulations, Candy.

- Russ. Hey, Russ. - Russell.

- Ho, boy. Russ. - I see some old friends

- from when I was young. - No problem.

Okay. I'll catch you in there.

Ten theaters and counting.

And this.

We made the trades.

Tomorrow's Variety.

Hey, Lori Madison.

Hey, Lori, what's wrong?

- Uh... Nothing. - No, no, no.

- Lori, talk to me. - Just...

I know he's gonna... He's gonna show up here. I know.

This is... This is your night, all right?

If his narrow ass shows up, he's not getting anywhere near you.

- Understand? - Mmm-hmm.

Hey. My word is my bond.

- Okay. - Okay.

WOMAN: Oh, my God. Look at you.

(LIVELY CHATTER CONTINUES)

Hot as balls.

"...and the script is, at points, blunt and knowing.

"There's much to be admired here.

"So much, in fact, that were it not for the gratuitous punctuation

"of hardcore pornographic imagery, Red Hot could be called..."

(CHUCKLES)

"...an instant arthouse tour-de-force."

- Gratuitous? - Never mind that.

You are holding the best review of a skin flick

since Behind the Green Door.

The guy bought what you were selling. This is a hit, Eileen.

Forget about the raincoat crowd, guys are gonna bring dates to this.

Regular guys. Normal guys.

- Normal? - Hmm.

Harvey, I keep telling you, fuck normal.

- Nobody's normal. - Come here.

(APPLAUSE)

- Yeah, Lori. Yeah! - (ALL CHEERING)

- Congratulations, Lori. - Yeah, Lori, yeah.

MAN: You're beautiful, baby.

Hey, all right.

MAN: Russ would be the idiot with flowers on his arm.

Let's just say it's not exactly like the old days

when you were fumbling around with those Tri-Delt girls

at the fall mixer. (LAUGHS)

Only difference between Candy and the Tri-Delt girls

is Candy knows how to fuck.

So, what's it like boning a porn star?

- It's like boning a porn star. - (LAUGHS)

- Shit. - HARVEY: So, the screening's about

to start, and I'd like you to intro the film.

You ready with a few words?

CANDY: Yeah.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Well, I'm awake.

What made you think this movie was gonna keep them interested?

(SIGHS) I love this movie.

Bill Holden is like the hero without any of the hero bullshit.

- He didn't want to go back. - Yeah, but he did.

I dunno, I read in the TV Guide it was playing,

and I thought they would be ready for it.

I mean, I was at their age.

I remember I took two buses

all the way to the Marine on Flatbush to see it.

- Marine's gone now. - Yeah.

Oh, fuck, we're on memory lane.

- The years, you know? - Christ, Vin, no.

- No, don't even start. - Yeah, you're not wrong.

So, how's it going with that guy from Cedarhurst?

- The lawyer. - Done. Done.

Oh...

I was rooting for that guy.

You were rooting for an end to the monthly checks,

that's what you were rooting for. Be honest.

No. Fuck the money. The money's easy.

Why can't I want you happy?

Yeah, well, not with that mook, that was for sure. (SIGHS)

And Abby? How's that?

Good.

I mean... I don't know.

Good, but you don't know?

She has her own things, her own worlds.

She's smarter than me, which is great, but...

You're smart, Vin. Don't play that dumb bartender shit with me.

She's book smart, and I'm not that.

And it ain't even really about the books.

You know, when I... When I met her, she was young,

and there was this whole world she didn't know about.

But now it's like she sees the world better than me.

And me, I think she sees right through.

Just because she knows more shit than you

doesn't mean she won't make you a good wife, Vin.

She wants to get married like I want a kidney stone.

What about, uh, you know, kids?

What do you want?

I want a house and a wife

and a bunch of rug rats running around,

and a dog and a cat and a goldfish,

and a lawn and a driveway with a Lincoln rusting in it.

And I want to be at the center of the world

and never fucking sleep.

Same as ever.

Yeah, but I'm more mature than I was.

I'm more thoughtful about it.

Oh, thoughtful.

Yeah, thoughtful.

(TV CONTINUES PLAYING)

I'll help you, uh... (CLEARS THROAT) Put them to bed.

Come on, Vincenzo.

Oh, my God.

I can't even lift him. What are you feeding this guy?

- He's 11 now, Vin. - (GRUNTS)

- Come on. - They grow.

(LAUGHS) Yeah. All right, come on, buddy.

Come on. Here we go. I can't carry you anymore.

(SIGHS)

Angie, honey, come on, it's bedtime.

Angie, wake up. Bedtime.

Is Dad still here?

Yeah, he's just taking your brother upstairs.

Go on, bedtime.

Go on, brush your teeth.

Yeah, you know, so, you can figure that part out.

I don't really care.

BLACK FRANKIE: You sure of this?

- Yeah. - (DOOR OPENS)

How you know?

- We know. We always know. - (DOOR CLOSES)

Well, just that you're sure.

Yeah, of course.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

- CARLOS: (ON PHONE) Yeah? - Yo, my man. You eat?

- Not yet. You? - No, let's run out.

WOMAN: You fitting to go on a food run? Count me in, okay?

...Spanish joint with the good menudo?

No, I got a new place I wanna check out.

- Yeah? - Chinese.

All right. I could do with some lo mein.

Yeah. Come past and get me.

- So you can't carry out for me? - What you want?

Egg foo young. Shrimp toast.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

BLACK FRANKIE: You just passed it.

CARLOS: That place back there? BLACK FRANKIE: Yeah.

I don't know, man. Looks like a mistake waiting to happen.

Yeah.

RODNEY: Don't slam it like that.

Fuck. Shit's so stomped on, no one needs to worry.

(EXHALES) Yeah, well, you ain't wrong.

That's why we gonna go to the source.

Stop talking that crazy shit, Rodney.

Bitch, ain't nothing crazy about it.

Hot Rod got it all figured out.

- (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR CLOSES)

This from the new place?

No, new place ain't shit.

Hey.

My God.

Looks like you're cramming for a midterm ten years too late.

- Hunting for a play. - Which one?

- The right one. - Okay.

Well, that narrows it down, I guess.

- Glass Menagerie? - That's a finalist,

but I am also looking at O'Neill and Ah, Wilderness!

and Inge.

Maybe even Richard II.

That's a lot of auditions.

Fuck auditions. I am going to stage something.

On my own, if I have to.

On your own? Uh, where? How?

Not a clue. But I'm gonna do it.

(SIGHS)

And somewhere in here is my play.

Something from the canon with the kind of subtext

that can be set to homosexual themes,

something everyone thinks is a straight play,

and then we turn it on its head and surprise the hell out of people.

Glass Menagerie?

Oh, come on, Tom Wingfield has more of a crush

on his sister's gentleman caller than she does.

Mmm. (CHUCKLES)

- Okay. - I am going to do this, Paul.

Somehow.

I want this to be a theater group

in the Village, of the Village, and for the Village.

And fuck every casting agent in town who ever whispered me out of a room.

PAUL: Mmm.

Well, you're gonna need a stage somewhere.

And money beyond that.

- I'm not pressing you. - I don't feel pressed,

but I'm gonna do this with you.

It's not a nightclub, Paul.

- It's community theater. - I know.

This is how people stay poor.

Yeah, well, I make enough money.

Just promise me you'll stay away from Richard.

Nobody wants to see a gay hunchback.

That's Richard III, you lowbrow fuck.

Yeah, you know me, always grabbing at the wrong Dick.

Yeah, this one's gonna be bad.

Yeah, smoke them if you got them.

One, two, three.

Christ. You can smell him from here.

He's gone ripe.

Watch out he don't burst on you when you pull back the rug.

From the clothes, "he" was a "she."

Not that you could tell otherwise.

Her face is fucking moving.

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

MAN 1: You want some VapoRub?

MAN 2: Nah, I'm good.

All right, I got shots of the dumpster,

of the rug, both ends of the alley.

Let me know if you want anything else, Chris.

ALSTON: Okay.

Got a Spina, Dorothy.

Thirty-four years.

Burlingame, California, address.

All right, I don't want to lose any trace evidence

fucking around here in the alley, so let's roll it back up,

take the whole mess down to the ME.

- Miss. - Thank you, sir.

...motherfucker.

- Shit, here come one of his. - (SPEAKS SPANISH)

Oh, I like the way that sounds, Daddy.

Who the fuck you calling Daddy?

I was just thinking, with C.C. in the wind,

that I could maybe earn for one of you.

(SCOFFS) Earn? Girl, you rough on pimps.

- MAN: Mmm-hmm. - Says who?

First you buried Reggie Love.

- Now word is C.C.'s been iced. - MAN: Mmm-hmm.

What word?

C.C. probably took all his money and went somewhere.

- That ain't what the streets say. - Well, fuck the streets.

And I didn't do nothing to Reggie neither.

This ain't fair.

Bad luck come in threes.

So go on, bitch. No one here gonna pimp you.

Order up. Pancakes with a side of sausage.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Over easy, hash browns, bacon.

See if we have a pair like this in the front window.

If not, get these out there. They always sell.

- Hey. - You need help?

I know you.

I don't think so.

Yeah. I do.

I think you got me mistook for someone.

Oh, not in a million years. I wouldn't forget that face.

Or, uh, everything else that goes along with it.

Get the fuck out.

You hear me?

Get the fuck outta here, asshole.

- I didn't mean anything by it. Wait. - Get out, asshole.

Get the fuck out, and take your shit-eating grin with you.

(SIREN BLARES IN DISTANCE)

WOMAN 1: The more cartoon, the better.

The Ramones, Cramps, whatever.

WOMAN 2: Back in England, where it all began, it's political.

WOMAN 1: Yeah, that's legit. It's only legit over in London.

Excuse me a minute.

I gotta get over there, you know? That's where they're doing it.

Hey.

Couldn't figure out how to spend it?

I was giving it all to Dorothy.

Yeah, so?

I haven't seen her in a week.

Not since Dave Hiller and his crew packed up their shop and left.

Maybe she went with him.

Doubt it.

She'll post up.

BOBBY: Vincent.

- Take a walk with me. - Now?

All right, give me a minute.

I just need you out front.

- Jeez, Rodney, you're serious. - Yeah.

Looking out is all.

So no one can come in and bother me none.

Now, if you can do that, we set.

Three, four minutes of good looking out,

then just walk away.

I'll meet you back at the crib

with all the candy I can carry.

- Carlos? - Gone.

- But they... - Gone, Vincent. He's gone.

- But why? - Fuck do I know?

Black Frankie comes in today, tells me like it's barely my business.

Tommy Longo told him to make it happen, and he did it.

- He just fucking did. - But what reason?

Black Frankie says that it got back to Rudy

that Carlos was talking out of school.

Him being a drunk, they weren't gonna let it stand.

Carlos. Jesus Christ.

It's fucking me up, Vincent.

Bobby, this is what's fucking you up?

This right here? Carlos?

Last we talked,

you and my brother were running out in the middle of the night

to get bleach to wipe down the fucking parlor

because you two lost your fucking mind and killed a pimp on the premises.

You killed him over bullshit, Bobby, all right?

And now you're gonna get emotional?

I mean, you fucking kidding me?

This is different.

- Different how? - It's one of our own.

You think I'm gonna squeeze out some tears

over fucking C.C.?

He had it coming for 12 different reasons, and you know it.

But this was one of our own people, Vincent.

And even so, Rudy and Tommy, they just reach right around me,

tap Black Frankie to put a bullet in a guy's head.

Black Frankie, who supposedly works for us,

but when he gets an order from Tommy,

he drops one of our own. You see what I'm saying?

What happens when Tommy tells Black Frankie or whoever

that it's my turn? Or yours?

OFFICER: Homicide.

Yeah, hang on.

- History? - Lots of it.

All pross-related.

Soliciting, loitering... Going back to '69.

Nothing in the last six years or so. Call those "the California years."

You heard Constantine caught one last night too, right?

- In a car. West 27th? - Yep.

What's that looking like?

Mob related.

Gambino ties.

The summer heat's starting to get to everybody.

It's always like that in August.

And not a taxpayer in the bunch.

Just us, picking up the trash, misdemeanor homicides.

Son of a bitch.

I knew her.

Went by the name Ashley.

Must've tossed her in the ho wagon two dozen times.

Yeah? Well, it didn't take.

OFFICER 1: Front end out.

OFFICER 2: You pull into a parking space front end in,

every boss will be beating you like a red-headed stepchild.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

- Detective. - I'll shadow Goldman for you.

You been on me to do it, and I will.

But I have conditions.

No doubt, Detective.

(DOOR OPENS)

If you're looking for work, you going have to wait on Bobby.

Ain't no guarantee, given your history here.

(SIGHS) That was fucking years ago.

He's like a elephant. He don't forget.

I'm management, too.

Name's Joseph, but, uh, you can call me Joey.

Management?

Melissa. I can start now if you guys are down a girl or something.

Joey, this girl and your father have history in this place.

I stole from a john. Got barred from all the parlors.

But that was forever and a day ago.

So, you're, um... You're Bobby's boy.

- Mmm-hmm. - How old are you?

Twenty-four.

Melissa, why don't I buy you dinner

and we figure out how to put the past behind us, huh?

I mean, everyone deserves a second chance.

You don't look 24, Joey.

Everyone says that. It's so weird.

So, what do you like to eat, huh?

MELISSA: Um...

Steak, Joey.

Or lobster, maybe?

How about both?

Cool.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

But they like that.

Oh, no, no. Right place, wrong time.

No, ladies, no hassle tonight.

Promise.

- We need some help. - Come on.

Help?

Was she on the stroll?

I don't know her.

Did she have a man out here?

Anyone see her get into a car the last couple weeks?

- You guys ain't Vice? - Homicide.

WOMAN: She's dead?

What's the word on the street? Any bad johns the girls are avoiding?

She wasn't a whore.

You saying you knew her? Where do you think you're going?

(ON TV) I tell you, nothing was there when we came in.

What's this one about?

- Nothing. - Damn right.

Like I been saying...

Girl, just back up. Let me see it.

- What the fuck? - It ain't yours.

Who wrote you a check?

- It's from me working... - It's from what?

It's from me working on my thing.

Your thing? What's your thing?

I'm a salesgirl. I sell clothes.

You sell what?

What I make with you, I share with you.

What I make on my own is mine.

(PAPER RUSTLES)

When did you get a straight job?

(DOOR BANGS OPEN)

What the...

Piece of shit. Motherfucker!

Fuck.

Fuck you!

Piece of shit!

(GRUNTING)

What the fuck is going on around here?

You killed her.

- What? - (SOBBING) You killed Ashley.

I ain't kill anyone.

You're the fucking pimps, you did it.

Bitch, I don't know what the fuck you talking about.

Ashley got killed?

Let me up!

I ain't had shit to do with anybody getting killed.

And if Ashley dead, you might want to think on

who had it out for that girl.

Or who ain't been around in a good while.

Yeah. Could be C.C. in the wind for a reason.

What's the fucking difference?

- What are you saying? - Ashley is dead?

Who's Ashley?

Loretta...

I'm fucking done with this.

I'm fucking done with it.

(SOBBING)

(DOOR SLAMS SHUT)

(CRYING)

(SHUSHING)

HARVEY: Only, uh, three years old, and $1,600 new.

And already this thing's a fucking...

it's a fucking stegosaurus.

Now, behold...

The future.

This is a new Panasonic prototype that they're gonna market next year,

I think for less than a thousand retail, and that's top of the line.

Artie Morowitz brought this back from the CES show in Chicago.

It's just you,

in the privacy of your own home, doing whatever you wanna do

when you're watching people fucking on your own television set.

Look. Look at this shit, Okay?

- You can watch it again and again. - (MOANING ON TV)

You can go backwards.

- (LAUGHS) - There. Or forwards.

Huh? And the old in-and-out

becomes the old out-and-in.

Like I said, this is the future for us,

which means that, uh, today,

you're gonna go back into editing and put together trailers

for Pleasure Prison and Touch in the Night.

- What for? - Well, we're gonna

stick 'em on every videotape of Red Hot that we sell.

"Other titles also available

- "from HW International Films." - Yeah.

We are gonna tease our backlist on every video.

Yeah, if they're mail-ordering for one,

they're probably in the market for more movies.

- That makes a lot of sense. - And it's not just mail order.

Morowitz is opening up a store for videos on 47th.

Hmm? Yeah. You walk right up to the counter.

They sell you any title that goes to videotape.

I think it's like $100 a unit for VHS, 90 for Beta?

For one? People are gonna pay that?

For porn in the privacy of their own homes,

people are gonna sell their children.

(LAUGHS)

And hey, uh, I also need a 45-second clip from Red Hot.

Okay? No sex. Just people walking and talking, whatever,

while fully-clothed.

What for?

For Jack Valance. On Late Night.

- What? - They booked you as a guest.

- No. Fuck you. - Well...

"The feminist auteur who made a porn classic."

And they're willing to let you show a clip,

so long as it meets network standards.

I am going on network television

to fuckin' sell porn?

O brave new world.

Valance's bookers would like you to do a pre-interview,

okay, Candy Renee?

You're what's known in this business as a "good get."

Mack here tells me that you can be trusted...

...that we can rely on you.

- Sir? - Look,

the department is going all-in with the Midtown partnership.

We want it to work. But...

We don't want to be surprised.

We need to know where the thing is going before it gets there.

If we need to clean something up, fine.

You give us the word, you'll give us a chance.

Don't hang the department out in public.

And if someone with some pull down at City Hall is gonna be targeted,

some landlord or holding company or whatever,

we want to know who we're biting in the ass.

We'll make the enemies if we have to, sure,

but let us know in advance so we can protect ourselves.

Now, what do you need?

I need you to shuffle most of the Vice plainclothes out of Midtown,

especially the guys in Public Morals and the task force.

I can't do this if I gotta wade through the usual shit.

Anything else?

Respectfully, sir, I'll let you know.

You do that, Sergeant Alston.

My door is open to you.

Congratulations on making rank.

Sir, I'm nowhere near the top of the sergeant's list.

You are now.

She can't help you now, girl.

You mine.

CANDY: No, I... I don't like that.

Try to find something on 8th Avenue with Larry and Lori.

Maybe the second chase sequence?

So, omitting the skin, maybe in the doorway or...

- Yes. Yeah. - Okay.

Eileen? Um, about...

About the other night, with those guys, um...

Yeah. Fuck you, Russell.

Um, just... It's... (SIGHS)

That's not how I think of us.

No, really, fuck you.

And fuck me, too.

You know, I settled for us,

'cause I thought you were safe for me.

You're in the business. You know what we do.

You know what's real...

And what's not real.

So, you know, I thought I could let my guard down a little,

not have to worry someone was pretending to fuck Eileen

when Candy was the only one in his bed.

I know. I don't...

Like, I know these guys from back in the day, and I was...

I got caught up in trying to impress them, but...

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

It's stupid, and I'm sorry.

Yeah, anything you got in my apartment,

I'll throw in a bag for you.

Start on that mid-shot of Lori, coming out of the subway.

We'll go from there.

Oh...

You kiddin' me?

That kind of money for the East Village?

Theater in the West Village or even Chelsea'd be three times the rent.

For what you have to spend, be thankful this is still Manhattan.

Oof.

He's gone, okay?

He is not coming back for you, Lori.

He is gone for good.

- He was paid to go. - You don't know him.

You don't.

He's gonna come back for me, you'll see.

This is fucking crazy.

The people I work with, they bought him out.

He took the money.

Doesn't matter. (SNIFFLING)

Look, whatever you left at his crib,

we can replace it,

and for now, you can keep on staying with me.

I am fine with that.

But come Friday,

you are going to get on that plane and go to LA

and do the LA premiere,

and the publicity they have scheduled.

We're committed.

I'm not gonna go until he says I can.

I'm not.

Jesus, Lori!

This is so fucking paranoid.

How much coke are you doing?

You don't understand.

RENTON: So, how is it going with my sister?

DARLENE: Fine.

RENTON: Oh.

Thanks for makin' it happen.

Nadine is worried you are unhappy.

Me? No, I just had a thing yesterday.

Yeah, she told me.

You know what, Renton?

I ain't gonna lie to you.

You don't deserve that, you really don't.

You are lying?

I'm not telling the truth, that's for damn sure.

You could do better for yourself.

Excuse me?

Way better.

I slept with men for money.

I did it for years.

And I've been in movies, dirty-ass movies.

The guy yesterday, he recognized me from the movies,

and, I don't know, I just lost my shit when he did.

So now you know.

But it's a job.

And I did it.

- Do you still? - Less and less.

Why you think I took the job with your sister?

It's hard to get past it all, ain't it?

Come to class.

VINCENT: Feels like something's turned.

- How so? - I don't know, I just...

I always thought of us... You know, me and mine...

This is gonna sound stupid,

but I always thought of us as being good people.

What, we ain't?

Maybe all the assholes in the world,

they go through life thinkin' that they're not assholes.

They think they're right people, and they're not.

That's a part of being an asshole.

That's what I'm sayin'.

Ah.

These motherfuckers,

they come to me tomorrow, and they tell me to do you.

What do I say?

What do you say if they come to you, tell you to do me?

What do you think?

- I think we're not assholes. - No.

But you can never be sure, right?

MAN: (ON SPEAKERS) Check, one, two.

(BAND WARMING UP)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Boy, am I glad to see you.

Where has our girl been?

MAN: (ON SPEAKERS) Check, one, two.

- (LAUGHING) - (PHONE RINGING)

Ah... Classics.

Vincent.

Ah.

Yeah?

Uh-huh.

All right. Stay there.

Stay there.

- (MUMBLING) - (BANGING ON DOOR)

Hey. Get up.

Pour us something.

Ianniello, wha...

You fellas can wait outside.

- Pour. - Yeah.

All right.

Is there something, uh... What... What can I do?

Do you know this gentleman?

Uh... I'm sorry, I... How do you do?

- I'm good. - His name is Rudy Pipilo,

and you should fuckin' know him.

He happens to own 25% of your movie.

But what's really confusing to me is, I own 90% of it.

How much is that?

Hundred and fifteen percent.

Add on the 10% for you and yours,

if this thing ever sees a fuckin' profit.

How much does that make, Harvey?

A hundred and a quarter.

How... How do you... How do you have...

Frankie Martino sold me a quarter for 20 grand.

He didn't tell you where the cash came from?

He, uh...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

You dumb fuckin' sheeny.

Do you realize what you've done?

You sold the same movie to two capos,

one Gambino, and one Genovese.

It's true.

We don't even like each other.

We really don't.

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey.

(SOBBING)

- You were right. - VINCENT: No.

ABBY: The pimps.

C.C., I know it was him. (SNIFFLES)

Look.

- This isn't your fault. - Hell, no.

This isn't about you.

I should have stopped it.

Shit, how?

This is about Ashley and what she couldn't shake.

That damage don't lie.

Come on.

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(DOOR OPENS)

LARRY: Darlene.

You ain't gonna say goodbye or nothin'?

It's easier this way.

Thing is,

you should've never let me see you act, Larry.

Once you showed me that, you showed me everything.

How you mean?

Pimp is a role.

So is whore.

You pretended to be one, I pretended to be the other,

and we went on like that for years.

You know, pretendin'.

But shit,

once you start lettin' a girl inside the pretend,

it's over, ain't it?

Besides...

Your heart ain't been in pimpin' for a long while now.

So this is it, then?

Yeah.

A lot of years, Darlene.

We might not ever see each other again.

I do this right,

we sure as hell will not.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

This same caliber, but more than six.

You know how to use semi-auto?

(GUN CLICKS)

It's all good.

Just remember there's one in the chamber after you rack the slide.

I can probably do 60 a day for that one,

another ten for bullets.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

- (KNOCKS ON DOOR) - Gonna come get you in five minutes.

You need anything? Hair and makeup touch-up?

- You tell me. - You look good.

MAN: (ON TV) Hearst built a castle there. You should go see it.

HOST: Yeah, next time I'm in the neighborhood,

I'll be sure to stop by.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)

- (DINGS) - Christ, this place is all class.

Mmm-hmm.

- What's the overhead? - Higher than usual.

I'm still clearing two or three a week.

So you're set.

- Why call us now? - I need cash now.

For one thing, I wanna buy out my partner in this.

He risked everything, now he needs to move on, I owe him.

And for another, I got a new opportunity.

- What's that? - A theater.

- Like for movies? - Nah. For plays.

Hmm.

- Money in that? - Not a dime, that I can tell.

(CHUCKLES) How much?

Seventy-five. But here's the thing.

If I can pay Rudy that back, with a fair vig within the year,

I want to get clear.

Yeah, it doesn't work that way.

- Yeah. - Look, Rudy's not greedy.

- He won't bust you out. You know this. - Mmm-hmm.

But if we're in, we're in for the run.

Yeah.

I understand that you not only directed the movie,

but you also acted in it.

What was it like directing yourself?

CANDY: Oh.

Um...

I mean, did you make the cast do take after take

until you were satisfied?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Um...

My cast was really talented,

and it was an honor to work with them.

Oh, come on, lighten up.

It's an adult movie, not an Oscar contender.

- (ALL LAUGHING) - I... I know, but I...

Just because we're depicting human sexuality,

that doesn't mean you can assume that we're not professionals

or that we don't have a story to tell.

Right, and we all read Playboy for the interviews.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(LOCK CLICKS)

(EXHALES)

Give it. Give it all.

Time safe. It's a time safe.

- You stupid... (GRUNTS) - (GROANS)

Get up, motherfucker! Get up!

Look what you made me do, huh?

Shit!

(BOTH STRUGGLING)

- (GUN FIRES) - (GASPS)

Fuck this!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- (MUSIC PLAYING ON TV) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

HOST: (ON TV) Well, that was no fun at all.

- Oh, no? - Everybody had their clothes on.

I remember when we used to collar her twice a week on the stroll.

Now she's swapping spit on talk shows.

Hmm. Good for her.

- Hey. - (RADIO BEEPS)

OFFICER: (ON RADIO) Units be advised, there's a 10-30 in progress.

- That's us. - All right, let's roll.

Tenth and 44th Street.

- What was the address on that? - Pharmacy on 10th.

All right. You comin'?

For what?

Save my stool, will ya?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(YELLS)

Fuck!

Hey. Hey, where's your partner?

- Covering the back. - No, no. Go find him.

I got this till backup comes, then we'll go in.

Go.

RODNEY: Shay!

Shay, we clear out there?

Shay!

(GUN FIRES)

(GROANS)

Rodney?

Are you kidding me?

Fuck you, Haddix.

(EXHALES)

(TIRES SCREECH)

OFFICER: Detective on scene!

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

- You okay? - Yeah.

OFFICER: Somebody call the bus.

I spilled my fuckin' beer.

- OFFICER 2: Detective, you okay? - Ah...

- Hey, move it, move it! - Back, people, back.

Lori Madison is losing her coke-addled mind

at the idea that her pimp

is hiding behind every lamppost waiting to jump her.

Kiki Raines says she won't get on a plane for the LA premiere

unless C.C. says she can.

C.C. ain't gonna say shit.

Well, someone needs to convince Lori of that.

Yeah, it's on me. I... I'll do it.

Second, and much more of a problem.

I've been informed that we sold pieces of Red hot

to two different Mafia families?

All right, what... So who's cryin'?

I mean, the movie's gonna make money, then we all make money.

You don't fuckin' get it.

The only thing these guys like to do more than cheat each other

is cheat other people.

I thought you won that cash in a bet, Frankie. Yeah.

Yeah, now these dagos are gonna compete with each other

to see which one of 'em can screw us over more.

No, no, no.

I got my own money in this movie, all right?

And Candy, she's got her guy out in LA, he threw in.

He's fucked. And so are you.

Hey, that's not fair, Harvey.

I'm not telling you what's fair, dearest, I'm telling you what is. I...

Look, yeah, sure, if we keep our heads down

and the movie does the business that it should,

sure, maybe they'll peel off a little back end for you, Frankie.

Yeah, maybe they'll even give me a little taste

of what oughta be my cut!

Maybe not!

Boy, you're awfully quiet over there, Miss Merrell.

What say you?

Looks like we're gonna make them some money.

And they're gonna make me a name.

I'm gonna take that name and I'm gonna use it

to raise money for the next picture without them,

and then the next one.

So fuck it.

Hey, Harvey.

Harvey.

This is just money.

It's just money.

What we do is not goin' away.

Not ever.

Hey, you were good on TV last night.

No, I was the butt of that asshole's jokes.

But I'm not goin' away, either.

Fuck.

VINCENT: You awake?

I made some calls.

Take care of things for Ashley.

(SIGHS) Dorothy.

What do you mean?

I claimed her from the city.

I'll do what needs doin'.

Do you want to go out there?

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

- Hey. - Hey.

How's she doin'?

This a bad idea?

No. No, just, um...

Why don't you spend some time with her,

I'm gonna go take care of some things. All right?

- Yeah. Mmm-hmm. - Thank you.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Ding dong.

(SIGHS)

Why are you here?

The fuck do you think? I need a job.

You think I can go back to trickin'

now that Dorothy fuckin' Spina decided to die for my sins,

you've lost whatever's left of your mind.

She screwed me good.

Now I gotta clean glasses and spill liquor

- in that dive you call a bar. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

There's no fixing this world, is there?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's bigger than some pimps,

and it's bigger than all the whores and all the johns.

It's something to do with how our brains work, or don't.

What do you mean?

I don't know what the fuck I mean. I'm not that smart.

- Hmm. - (CHUCKLES)

But, shit, maybe you'll figure it out.

Hmm.

I'll help if I can.

Hmm.

(EXHALES)

Hello?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Hey, who wants to go on vacation?

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

Hi, Dad.

- Is Adam here? - He's not going with you.

Ma.

I... I promised him the beach.

I don't care what you promised him.

He's not goin', and you're not welcome in this house.

- Dad... - How'd you think it would be for him?

What do you think happens in a schoolyard when everything gets said?

Why, did something happen?

When you tell the whole world who you are?

Fuck you.

Because you don't have any idea...

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- (EXHALES) - (KNOCKS ON DOOR)

(SNIFFLES)

Hey, Dad.

Dad.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIGHING)

- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (EXHALES)

So, what'd you want to talk to me about?

He's dead.

C.C. He's dead.

How do you know?

I know.

I saw him. Dead.

You saw him?

You were there?

Why?

Was it 'cause of me?

- No. - So, why?

(SIGHS) It just happened.

- But... - But he's not comin' back.

That's what you need to know.

(TAPPING CIGARETTE)

(SCOFFS)

Yeah.

Yeah.

WAITRESS: Is everything good?

I got some fresh coffee comin' up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SOBBING)

(SOBS LOUDLY)

WAITRESS: I'll get your check for you. Hold on, honey.

You want some coffee? You want coffee? All right, I got some decaf brewing.

(LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

NEWS ANCHOR: ...was shot in the line of duty.

The 14-year veteran was admitted to St. Vincent's Hospital

with a single gunshot wound to the shoulder.

While the...

Take it you know the guy.

That is the senior man in Public Morals,

and I had him a heartbeat away from being transferred

to some shithole precinct in an outer borough.

- And now? - Now?

He took one for the company. He's a fuckin' hero.

And if anyone says different,

he just unbuttons his shirt and shows 'em the scar.

He fuckin' rules where he stands. (SIGHS)

You're kidding me.

God's a second-rate novelist.

Truth is, Sergeant,

I don't need you to clean up the Deuce,

or even clean up your own department.

What I need is for you to hold the line,

and make sure it doesn't get worse.

You give me that,

and the money will do the rest.

The future's now,

and I'm gonna run these sons of bitches right off this island.

ANNOUNCER: (ON SPEAKER) See the show, three dancers on the stage now.

All it costs is one quarter.

Watch 'em, touch 'em, taste 'em if you're lucky.

Juicy pussy waitin' for ya.

- Show these girls what you got. - (WOMAN MOANING ON SPEAKER)

(ANNOUNCER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

- You love somethin', set it free. - (GRUNTS)

If it comes back to you, it's fucked up.

(SIGHS)

Speakin' of which, they told me you were back.

What, you pay what you owe, plus some vig?

Manner of speakin'.

They're fuckin' me out of every last dollar I'm due on my movie.

And Rudy, feelin' a little bit guilty,

hands me back this fuckin' shithole.

I mean, motherfucker actually says to me,

"Hey, try not to steal so many quarters this time.

"Just keep it within reason."

Fuck.

Nothin' shittier than a consolation prize.

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS)

- BOBBY: Vince. - Hey.

Uh... Bobby.

Uh...

I was over at St. Gabriel with Ashley.

- You know. - Yeah, okay.

You, uh... You didn't put a stone down for that other girl,

what's-her-name.

Shit.

Yeah, I fuckin' forgot.

I'll get it done, Vince. Sorry.

We're better than this, Bobby.

We can be better, you know?

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

JOEY: Well, uh... MELISSA: Yeah, come on,

everyone knows how to dance.

All right. How 'bout a slow one?

MELISSA: Yeah.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

MELISSA: (LAUGHS) This isn't slow, silly.

Yes. Okay, uh...

Can I see you guys in your position? You look beautiful.

I wanna see if there's a way we...

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

That dump where all the silly fools go, I should say not.

Cut. We're gonna update that. Nobody reads Kipling anymore.

This redevelopment plan is different.

To speak further about the specific strategies we will be deploying,

I'd like to introduce the director of the Midtown Enforcement Project,

and my boss, Carl Weisbrod.

Carl.

CARL: Thank you, Gene. Thank you.

(APPLAUSE)

LORI: Greg!

- You're here. - Of course.

- Welcome to LA. - Thank you.

- Where to? - Breakfast.

If you gonna take my badge, Captain Hall,

you might as well do it now,

'cause I ain't gonna stop until I solve this case.

Turned completely white, you know?

(DOOR BUZZES)

Hey, Vince.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)