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(traffic bustling)
(car horns honking)
- Come on.
- [Dispatcher] Attention please, attention please.
All outbound New Jersey buses will be delayed.
- Cookie, I'm hungry.
- Why don't you go in there and get something
and uh, I'm gonna go to the ladies room.
I'll be right back, I'll meet you here.
(station announcements continuing indistinctly)
Mommy?
Can we come home?
Mom, please get a hold of yourself.
Please, you're drunk.
Just listen to me.
It's not my fault.
Mama, he's lying, I wouldn't do that.
He's your husband.
Mommy.
Can't we just come home?
We don't have anywhere else to go, you know that.
Mom.
- Girl, you better put that money away.
It's just not a very smart thing to do,
flashing money around like that.
You're from out of town, aren't you?
Hmm?
What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.
- Pretty girl like you shouldn't be crying.
- What's it matter to you?
- You're breaking my heart.
What, do you think I don't cry?
You just look like you could use a friend, that's all.
Maybe we could get something to eat, hmm?
But I'll only take you over there
if you keep that money in your purse.
(Cookie laughs)
- [Tim] What's the problem here?
- Hey, no, it's okay.
("Streetwalkin' by Sylvia St. James)
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's a crazy life ♪
♪ Street talkin' ♪
♪ It gets me through the night ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's the best that I can do ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ I'm gonna work on you ♪
♪ Well hello baby you want some company ♪
♪ I got what you been missin' ♪
♪ I got what you need ♪
♪ I specialize in lovin' ♪
♪ So get it while it's hot ♪
♪ I'll keep you coming back for more ♪
♪ I'll give you all I got ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's a crazy life ♪
♪ Street talkin' ♪
♪ It gets me through the night ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's the best that I can do ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ I'm gonna work on you ♪
- Hey, hold it!
♪ Oh standing on the corner ♪
♪ Night after night ♪
♪ Waiting for a lonely man ♪
♪ Who hopes I'll treat him right ♪
♪ He's got a half an hour ♪
♪ And a fifty dollar bill ♪
♪ He's just another customer ♪
♪ Looking for a thrill ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's a crazy life ♪
♪ Street talkin' ♪
♪ It gets me through the night ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's the best that I can do ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ I'm gonna work on you ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's a crazy life ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ ♪ It gets me through the night ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's the best that I can do ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ I'm gonna go to work ♪
♪ Gonna go to work on you ♪
- Hey, sweetie!
- Hey, baby.
- Where you been?
- Just been taking care of some business.
And where's our Heather at tonight?
- I don't know, she left the house before I did.
- Now, that's my girl.
That's nice.
One sec, baby.
Yo!
You going down the hole?
- [Man] Yeah.
- Split this on three-five-eight for me, all right?
(traffic bustling)
So I'll see you later on tonight, okay?
- I love you.
- I know you do, girl.
But you gotta let me get outta here, alright?
You know the cops don't like me.
I'll see you later on tonight.
Baby, you do look good.
(Cookie laughs)
- Do I?
(motor revving)
(screeching)
- [Man] Have you seen Ginger?
- I don't know any Ginger,
but would you like to try something new?
- [Man] No, I think I usually go out with Ginger.
- (scoffs) Oh, listen, the boys say I have
something very special.
- [Girl] Special?
Come on look over here.
Don't you want someone a little younger?
- [Heather] Not that young.
- Heather, would you give me a break here, please?
- Come on, I need a date.
Ah, shit!
- Heather, what is it?
I don't see the cops.
- You asshole there ain't no fucking cops
- Heather!
- [Heather] What's your fucking problem?
- [Girl] Jesus!
- [Heather] Get down!
(car door shuts)
- Get over here.
- Duke!
Did the cops go by yet?
- Baby, there ain't no fuckin' cops.
Get over here!
(car horn honking)
- Hey, Duke, I had a bad night.
Yeah, I-- - What?
- Yeah, you gotta believe me.
- Baby, you know there ain't no such thing as a bad night.
What is this?
- Hey!
- What the fuck is this?
- It's every dollar I made.
- Up it!
- I swear-- - You're light!
- It's every dollar I made!
- You're light!
Do you think I'm fucking crazy?
- [Heather] No, I'm not lying to you.
- Where is it, then?
Ain't no bitch gonna hold out on me.
Now, where is it?
- I know, I--
Come on. - where's the money?
- Baby, I love you.
- That's what I wanna see.
Where's the money? - You motherfucker!
Get your hands off me, you cocksucker!
- You ain't nothing!
You know? (spits)
Nothing.
(Heather spits)
- Show her man, don't take that shit.
(slap landing)
Oh, dude that's... (laughs)
Hey, the wig, yo!
- [Heather] Give me that!
Give me my money!
(sirens approaching)
- Bitch, I work hard for my fucking money.
- You faggot.
- [Creepy Guy] Kick her ass, man!
- Get the fuck outta here.
- Okay, folks, let's go.
Show's over, move along.
Come on, show's over.
- Show's over.
- Everybody, let's go, move it!
Frank, take care of them, will ya?
- Come on.
- [Cop] Let's go, man, let's go.
(bag rustling)
- Hey, Tim.
- Cook, can I get some money?
- Who did that to your hair?
- Got it done at Astor Place.
Listen, um, there's a bad movie
playing down at the Waverley,
so uh, what do you say?
- I think you probably have a
little bit of homework to do, don't you?
- Oh, wow.
You know, you're the dropout,
so why don't you lay off about school, right?
- Thanks, Tim.
- You'll probably never finish.
- Kitty, kitty, kitty, cat, cat, cat.
Come here, baby.
Look!
- Say, what time is that creep Duke coming over tonight?
- Didn't know you took such an interest.
- I don't.
Just wanna make sure I'm not here.
- You know, Duke looks after us.
Better learn to appreciate him.
- (scoffs) That's very funny,
that's exactly what Mom said about Frank.
- I don't even know what you're talking about, Tim.
- And he really looked out for you, Cookie!
Hey, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it.
I'm sorry, come on.
- Just go do your homework, alright?
Okay?
(door slams)
Hey!
Heather!
- [Tim] What's your problem?
- Heather, what's going on?
- I'm leaving town.
I've had it with Duke's shit.
- Well, what did Duke do?
- You better wise up.
- Come on, Heather, what's going on?
- I just do not intend to hang around
and put up with his bullshit!
I mean, I got somebody who cares about me.
- What?
- Yeah.
He sent me my ticket and I'm leaving.
Guess it's about time I squared up anyways.
- Come on, Heather, I don't believe you.
I mean, who is this guy, huh?
- Does it matter?
- Yeah.
It matters.
Hey, I thought we were friends.
- We are.
But this is different.
Look, Cook, he's just a nice guy.
I'm going.
- Are you sure you're gonna be okay?
- Who, me?
Hey, I can always go home to my father.
- I'm gonna miss you.
Hey.
(Heather winces)
Hey!
Hey, you're hurt.
- Yeah.
Don't worry about it, I'll be okay.
(dramatic music)
- Hey!
- Oh, Rosie, Jesus!
- Hey, see?
- Hey, Spade.
- Hey, mami.
- Hey, what's happening?
- Hey. - Oh, hi, Cookie.
Great shoes, you just get 'em?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
- Killing my feet, though.
- Rosie, Christ, you know,
you're never gonna see me doing that.
See, I'm gonna be a model.
- Yeah, right.
Hey, we got a cover girl over here.
- You'll see, Cookie, I ain't like you,
I got a manager.
- Yeah, right, Spade?
Hey, baby.
- Yeah, Spade.
- Oh, you better keep dreaming, sweetheart.
- Spade says I can really go places.
Besides, you ain't even got a man.
- Hey, listen, I know how to take care of my own money.
(car horns honking)
- Hey, Cookie, think he' hot?
- Yeah, right.
Sure can tell you're a turnout.
Hey, baby, what's going on?
- Nothing.
- Nothing? (laughs)
- You free tonight?
- Sure, I'm free, you bet.
- I don't got no car or nothing.
- That's all right.
(splashing)
- You said 60, right?
- Yeah, that's right.
Real hot lately, huh?
Muggy, too, that's the worst.
- [John] Hmm.
- [Cookie] Sure is nice to be in this air conditioning,
though, huh?
- [John] Yeah.
- [Cookie] Bet you're from New Jersey, huh?
- Uh-uh.
- [Cookie] Long Island?
- [John] No.
- [Cookie] Just visiting here in New York?
- Uh-huh.
- [Cookie] Ever done anything like this before?
- Yeah, sure.
Sure, all the time.
(grunts) Oh!
- Wanna go again?
I'll give you a break this time.
30 bucks.
(Heather gasps)
- I was gonna call you.
My mom's sick, she's in the hospital.
I gotta go see her.
I was gonna call you when I got there.
- Stop lying to me.
- I'm not lying.
- No, you ain't goin' nowhere.
- Duke, please, come on, she needs me.
- No, no, there ain't no fuckin' way!
- Just take your slimy hands off of me,
you bastard!
- You love me.
- I am not your woman anymore.
- You love me. - I don't love you.
I hate your fucking guts!
- You know you...
- Do you think that makes you a man?
I hate your fucking guts, you faggot!
I'm leaving you, you-- (punch lands)
(Heather gasps)
Duke, no, no!
(Heather screaming)
(car horns honking nearby)
(keys jangling)
- Tim?
- [Duke] Cookie.
- Duke?
- [Duke] Come here, baby.
- Duke, oh baby, I just came home to change my--
Hey!
- Come here, baby.
- (laughing) Baby.
What?
Mm!
Oh, baby, do you love me, baby?
- I love you.
- Oh! (laughs)
- Say, honey, you wanna come with me?
(car horns honking)
Hey, Timmy, what's happening?
- You seen Cookie around?
- Well, what's wrong?
- I gotta find her.
- Ah, she went home to change her shoes.
- Shit!
- Get outta here.
(arcade machine beeping)
(Heather grunts)
- [Cookie] Baby, what's that sound?
- [Duke] What?
Nothing.
- [Cookie] No, no, I heard something.
- [Duke] Come here.
- Something.
Heather!
My God.
Duke, come here!
Oh, my God, Heather!
Oh, my God.
Duke, you gotta come in here!
It's Heather, look!
Oh, come here, you gotta help her!
Do something!
- What do you want me to do, huh?
- Help her!
Duke.
You did that to her.
(screaming) You did this, you did it!
You, you! (crying)
How could you?
- Cookie, calm the hell down.
She got what she deserved, you understand me?
- Okay.
Okay, baby.
Okay, whatever you say.
- That's what I wanna hear.
- Yeah, you're the boss, right?
- That's it.
I knew you wouldn't let me down, baby.
- No.
Whatever you say goes.
- Yeah.
Come here.
Now get her the fuck outta here.
- Okay.
- I'm gonna take care of some business at LJ's.
- Okay.
- Oh, and baby.
That was good.
(sirens blaring nearby)
- Can you move?
I'm gonna take care of you.
I'm gonna take you to the hospital, okay?
Oh, shit.
- No, I got that.
All right.
All right.
- I love your jacket, man.
- Oh, you like that?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I just got,
I could get you one if you like it, you know.
That's no problem.
- Hey, Duke.
- Hey.
- Uh-uh.
- No, I go with Duke.
I'm with...
- Come on, take a walk.
("I Want It To Be Real" by John Rocca)
- [Man] Hey, Duke.
- Hey, guys.
Let me have a double scotch, straight up, alright?
- Anything for you, baby.
- Get the damn door, Tim.
- Damn, Duke's getting real crazy!
- Yeah, right, not now, okay?
Come on.
- What are you gonna do about it?
- I don't know.
Stay here, alright, I'll see you later.
- Give me my shoes. - Are you sure?
- Give me the shoes and I'll meet you here later.
St. Vincent's, please.
(dance music playing)
- Finesse.
I gotta get straight.
I'm sick as shit.
You know how it goes.
- Mm, Phoebe needs Daddy to give her a little fix?
- Star, leave me alone now.
- Ladies.
- I paid for that shit--
- Ladies.
- Oh, yeah, well, fuck you!
- You fuckin' junkie!
- Look, you hoes.
You gonna have to cool it.
Now, I was feeling fine when I came out tonight.
And we are gonna have a good night.
("Go Bang! #5" by Dinosaur L)
- Hey, man.
What you got that sparkles, huh?
- How about 24 karat gold, bro?
- No, no, that ain't my style.
- Everything I got is quality.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, listen, check this out.
- [Duke] The big one.
- [Seller] The big one.
- [Duke] That's right.
- Two bills.
Hey, alright.
(dance music)
- Hey, man you really know how to
give that bitch what she deserved, right?
They're so fuckin' uptight.
When you pulled her wig off, man... (laughs)
The bitch.
Never gonna do that shit again, right?
Right?
- Right.
Well, you gotta get respect, you know that, right?
- That's right, man, respect.
- Mm-hmm.
- (laughs) You're alright, man.
You're the man.
That belong to you, man?
- Not yet.
Check it out, right?
Looks like fresh meat to me.
- I'm the man, right?
(Duke chuckles)
Right?
- You're the man.
- Alright, get ready to check me out, right?
(dance music)
Hey, baby, is this seat taken?
Oh, thank you. (chuckles)
Thank you very much. (chuckles)
Um...
You know I take pictures.
I could take your picture.
Hmm?
Sugar baby?
(chuckles)
I'm in love with you.
You give me a hard-on.
- Nigga, you better go get your friend to sit on it.
- You almost had her.
- Yeah. (snorts)
(sirens nearby)
("Baja" by Mascara)
- Whoa, girl, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Hey!
- Is this yours?
- No, I don't think so.
- Now, it could be.
Come on, let's dance.
- Hey, thanks for coming.
- Well, it's not every day I get a phone call
from such a pretty young lady.
I'm just not exactly sure why I'm here.
- I've been thinking about your offer, you know?
I think I'm gonna choose you.
- Well, I think that's just great.
That's just beautiful.
I guess you're ready to be treated nice now.
(Cookie crying)
Hey, you don't have to be so happy about it.
- I'm sorry.
I'm just scared.
I don't know what to do.
- Tell me exactly what happened.
- Duke went crazy, he beat Heather up.
She's in surgery now.
- Hmm.
- I'm just afraid he's gonna go crazy on me.
Jason, I've just never seen him like that before.
- Cookie, don't worry about it, okay?
I'm gonna take care of you.
(dance music)
- Phoebe.
Where the fuck is Star?
- What's the matter, my fucking company
ain't good enough for you?
- Baby, you know you're my favorite lady.
♪ Excuse me sir do you wanna dance ♪
(Star laughing)
- Let's go.
Let me have a scotch
and whatever the lady might need.
- Um, pink lady.
Talkin' to me in front of Finesse like this.
You got a lotta shit with you.
- Well, a quality like you,
I can see you're not happy with Finesse.
- Well.
- Finesse ain't your kinda man, baby.
- So what does that make you?
- Star, go back to the table.
- The lady's having a drink with me.
- Star, I said get your ass back to the table.
- Finesse, that's no way to talk to my woman.
- Your woman?
My lady, punk!
- [Man] Oh, man!
You gonna let that motherfucker push you around?
(blow landing) (Star shouts)
(people chattering)
- Easy, Finesse, easy.
- Hey.
- Lighten up, now!
- Cool!
- No more bullshit.
- It's no problem.
It's no problem.
See what I mean?
Hmm?
(car door shuts)
- Just go inside and go get him
so I can make the arrangements.
- I'm scared.
I really don't wanna see him.
- Baby, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
Just go get him so I can talk to him.
Go ahead, now.
(car door shuts)
(door buzzes)
(music playing inside)
("You Don't Know" by Serious Intention)
♪ You don't know ♪
♪ Oh baby baby you don't know ♪
♪ You don't know ♪
♪ You don't know ♪
- Star.
Duke, I gotta see you.
It's about Heather.
I'll meet you outside.
- Don't move, girl.
(car horns honking nearby)
- What'd the bitch do now?
What the hell are you doing?
Get over here!
- Baby, please, just wait.
Just listen!
- You better get over here right now!
Hey!
What the fuck is--
- Jason, what are they doing to him?
No, baby!
I'm sorry, I didn't...
- What the fuck is this, huh?
- Jason, what are they gonna do to him?
- Look at him!
You can't talk to him when he's like this.
He's gotta calm down.
- [Duke] You're gonna pay for this!
- Jason, you're going too far!
- What do you wanna do, wind up like Heather?
Look, I'm only here because I care about you.
I don't need this shit.
(tires screeching)
- But you're gonna talk to him, right?
You're gonna talk to him?
- Yeah, I'm gonna talk to him.
Just trust me, okay?
("You Don't Know" by Serious Intention)
- Bitch, who the fuck do you think
you're getting over on, huh?
What's this shit you trying to pull with Duke?
Bitch, I am the only gem you'll ever have.
- Guess I got the night off.
- What?
Bitch, you got to be crazy.
- Tricia.
(car horn honks)
Wanna bite?
- No, thanks.
- Thanks, Timmy, don't mind if I do.
- Hey, Tricia.
How'd you like to make it with a real man?
- Oh, yeah, Trish, a real man.
- Who'd you have in mind?
- Hey, who do you think?
Come on, let's go out.
- Alright, we'll go out, Tim.
But how much you got?
- Oh, come on, Tricia!
- Hey.
Thought you were gonna be at home.
Come on, little miss, move along.
- Thanks a lot, Cookie.
- Come on, you know you shouldn't be out here.
- Hey, don't tell me where to hang out.
Come off it.
- Okay, alright, just go on home
and I'll see you later, okay?
- Forget it, Cook.
I'm going home when you do.
What if Duke comes there?
- What is this, man?
Somebody tell me something!
- Shut your trap, man.
- Alright, now, you come back and see me again, honey.
- See ya.
Hey, Queen Bee, what's up?
- Hey, Timmy!
So, what's happening?
- I'm gonna choose Jason.
- You're gonna do what?
- Duke beat Heather up.
I just took her to the hospital.
- (sighs) They shoulda never let that
motherfucker outta jail.
But Cookie.
Don't ever let no man mistreat you, not never.
(sirens bleeping)
- [Tricia] Squad!
- (exclaims) Shit!
My shoe.
(sirens bleeping)
- Okay, ladies, let's go, let's go.
- Yes, sir.
We're on our way home.
- If I come by again and you're out,
you're in, dolls.
- Okay. - Thank you, officer.
- Thank you.
- [Cop] Keep movin'.
(dramatic music)
- Yo, I'm onto some pure shit, my man
and I need some help, know what I mean? (laughs)
- [Driver] I am now, man.
- I said what is this, man?
(laughing)
- Yeah, I could use a good score.
(rumbling)
Shit!
What the fuck, Tommy?
What's up? (gun fires)
- Ah, man!
Ah!
Ah!
(Duke grunting)
(Tommy shouting)
(intense music)
(men grunting)
- Bee, I thought I loved him.
- Come on.
- I would have done anything that he asked.
- Yeah, I used to feel that way.
You know, I've had 18 pimps.
Till I learned how to take care of my own self.
You gotta be in charge.
- [Man] Hey, red!
Wanna make a couple of bills?
- What'd you have in mind?
- Wanna tie you up.
That's all, nothing else.
- Tie me up, that's it?
- Yeah, come on, get in.
Don't be afraid.
I'm a nice guy.
(car door slams)
- Bee.
- Are you crazy, he ain't cool.
You're gonna get yourself in a mess.
- [Man] Hey, you fuckin' whore!
I'm not gonna forget your face!
- Will you take a fuckin' walk?
- Bitch, I'll be back.
- Yeah, you do that, I'll be waiting for ya!
Hey, you're gonna end up in some alley somewhere, Cook!
(cuffs jangling)
(kick landing)
(motor revving)
- I don't know, I guess I'm just not thinking straight.
- Yeah.
- I don't know anything anymore.
- Well, then you better get out.
- Right, what would I do?
Doesn't seem to me like I have any choice.
- I'm gonna quit.
In a year, when I make a hundred grand,
I'm gonna quit and go into the horse business.
You're young.
You better think about it.
- [John] Hey, Cookie!
- Horses, huh?
I'll see you later.
- So long, Cookie.
- Hey, Jeff, darling, how you doing?
- Working too many hours, darling.
Hop in.
- You wanna come with me, honey?
Hey!
Hi, sweetheart.
I got something for you.
I got the best there is.
You come--
- No.
(door slams open)
- Cookie!
Hey, baby!
I'm home, baby!
(breathing heavily)
(shouting)
(crashing)
You fucking whore!
(shouting)
I love you!
(shouting)
(clattering)
You bitch!
You bitch!
You bitch!
(moaning)
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you!
You fucking whore!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Something wrong?
- No.
No, everything's fine.
- I got you a little something.
- Oh!
You shouldn't do that.
- Yes, I should.
I wish I could do more for you.
You know I think about you all the time.
I even dream about you.
You are my fantasy.
- Haven't heard that before.
Thank you.
It's very pretty.
- You know, you really don't understand how I feel.
Why can't you trust me?
- Shh.
- Hey, where do you think you're going, huh?
Give me that!
- Hey!
Alright, alright!
- Get out!
Get outta here and don't come back.
(car horn honking)
- Yo!
Yo, motherfucker!
- [Creepy] Here it is, Duke, just like you wanted, right?
- You came through for me, man.
Get in and drive.
- [Creepy] Drive?
- Get in and drive.
- Where'd you get this hunka shit? (laughs)
- Just shut the fuck up
or you're riding in the trunk, alright?
- Hmm, for real?
- This is for you, baby.
- Whoa.
What's going down, man?
- We're heading towards the Eastern Stroll.
She oughta be out now.
- 'kay, yeah, sure, right.
- Drive, man!
(tires screeching)
- I better go.
- Cookie, come on, stay with me.
- Jeff, if you wanna spend the money, I will, but...
- Cookie, I know that you like me.
- Of course I do.
That's not it.
It's just that I've got a man.
And that's just the way it is.
- This guy's an Arab.
Paid for an hour.
He's in 32B.
Would you stop poppin' that fucking gum?
(car door slams)
Come here.
I shoulda heard about Duke by now.
- Hey, my boys couldn't have fucked it up.
It was too damn easy.
- Starting to think we should have killed that boy.
He's not gonna fuck me over this time.
- Come on, man, relax.
My boys can handle it.
(knocks on car)
- Get lost, okay?
- What's that, the crown jewels you've got there?
(Tricia laughs)
Hey!
Hey.
- Where's Cookie at?
- You know I can't talk to you, man.
- Just tell me where the fuck she is.
- I'm not her fucking babysitter!
- [Duke] Where's she at, huh?
- Get your fucking hands off me!
Jesus! - Stupid cunt.
(Duke grunting)
What the fuck is this, huh?
What's that shit for?
Motherfucker, huh?
- What's up, huh?
- Don't fuck with me, motherfucker!
- Spade!
- Nobody fucks with my baby.
- Yeah?
(slamming)
(blows landing)
- [Man] Stick him, man!
(slamming)
(men grunting)
(slamming)
(crashing)
(grunting)
(crashing)
- Duke, stop it, really!
Duke, stop!
Listen, I think they're playing cards tonight.
- Where?
Where, whore?
- I don't know!
Ask Phoebe, she'd know better than me.
I think she's on the west side, man!
Stop it, Duke, really!
(grunting)
Come on, ask Phoebe, man!
- [Duke] Let's go!
- Spade?
Oh, God, Spade.
Come on, Spade, come on.
Come on, come on, get up.
Get up!
Come on!
(tires screeching)
- Come on, Phoebe, wake up.
Come on, babe.
(man speaking in foreign language)
- Don't tell your parents.
- Phoebe, let's go!
Come on, I got a double.
Come on!
I have to have a junkie for a wife-in-law.
Hey, Cookie, you coming?
- Sure, you got it.
(people chattering)
(arcade machine beeping)
- Just like up in Rochester,
nobody better fuck with us.
Nobody fucks with us, alright?
That's right.
- Yo, yo, man there's that cunt, Phoebe.
Pull over.
Pull over.
Yo, cunt, get over here!
Come here!
- Yo, got a light?
- Come here.
Come here.
Where the fuck is she?
Cookie!
Where is she?
Where the fuck is she?
- Um, Cookie and...
- Wake up, wake up!
You cunt, where is she?
- Cookie and Star...
- Where the fuck are they?
- They went out.
- Where'd they go?
- I don't know.
- Wake up!
Where?
- I don't know, man.
- Where'd they go? - I don't know.
- Tell me, where'd they go?
(Phoebe screams)
(Phoebe crying)
(doorbell ringing)
- Well, I hope you girls are gonna show me a good time.
- Sweetheart, we're gonna show you a time
you'll never forget.
(door buzzing)
- Hey, Billy.
- Hey!
- How you doing?
- Okay.
There you are.
Room three.
Hey, hey!
(speaks foreign language)
- 'Course.
- Guess if I want anything done right
I gotta do it myself, huh?
Huh?
- Jason, man!
You know I always try to do the right thing for you, man.
I really can't understand it.
- Nice fuckin' job, Willy.
- Oh, fuck.
- Look at this shit!
(Creepy laughing)
- Go to the Carlton man!
- Right! - The Carlton.
(Creepy laughs)
(chains clanging)
- Oh, you're tying me too tight.
- Shut up.
You love it.
- Are you gonna take off your clothes?
- [Star] I know you are not telling Miss Cookie what to do.
- Yeah.
Don't tell me what to do.
- Yes, mistress.
- Honey, put this on.
What the fuck are you looking at?
- Oh...
Please, mistress, whatever you do,
don't whip me! (whining)
- Quit whining.
Didn't I tell you to shut up?
- Yes, mistress, I'm sorry.
But, but, but please, please don't whip me!
(whip cracks)
- Oh, no, no, don't hurt me!
Don't whip me!
Ooh, ooh, ooh!
- Shut up!
(whip smacks)
Shut up.
- Not again!
- You better fuckin' shut up.
- Okay, motherfucker.
Get down on your hands and knees
and moo like a cow.
- Moo.
- [Star] Louder.
- Moo!
- [Star] Louder!
- [John] Moo!
- I can't hear you!
- (louder) Moo!
- Thank you.
Go on, Cookie, honey, make it worth his while.
- [John] Moo.
- Let's go for a little walkie.
- Get over there!
And lick Miss Thing's shoes clean.
(Cookie laughing)
(door shuts)
(suspenseful music)
(doorbell rings)
(door buzzes)
- You seen Cookie?
- What?
- Have you seen Cookie?
- She's busy.
- Motherfucker, I'm gonna count to three.
Are you gonna be smart and tell me where the fuck she is?
- Room three.
- Good.
Good, good.
(door slams open)
(john shouts)
- Oh, oh, come in.
Oh, come in, oh, yes, master.
I've been waiting for you.
Oh, oh!
Ooh, I've been waiting for you.
Ooh, oh yes, master.
- Cookie, where the fuck is she?
- Oh! - Huh?
Where the fuck is she?
- Oh, whip me, beat me, make me feel real.
- Oh, shit, for this shit!
You perverted motherfucker!
(door slams)
- Mm-mm!
He was loaded.
- Star, I don't believe you.
- Hey, honey, last time I went out with that dude
I ripped him off and he loved it.
He just keeps coming back for more.
- It's up, right up ahead on the left.
- Honey.
(Cookie laughs)
Honey, that guy is just infatuated with me.
(Cookie laughs)
Ask Heather.
She'll tell you what the deal was the last time.
- You got a lotta balls, Star.
- Got a lotta money, too.
(both laughing)
- Alright.
- Hey, Timmy, how was the movie?
- Oh, it was hot.
You gotta see it.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
- [Star] You ready to play some card with the ladies?
- Hey, you know where I like to spend my time.
- Alright.
(Finesse laughing)
(Finesse exhales)
- Yo.
- Hey, he's with me.
He's with me.
- Alright, Jason, what it is, what it is?
- Finesse, my man, how you doing?
- What's happening, J?
- Hey you, baby.
Why don't you give me two shots of Jack Daniels
for me and my man?
- Sure thing.
- Mama, what time did Duke cut outta here tonight?
- He let outta here about two or three hours ago.
(drink pouring)
Looking better every time I see you, babe.
- I love you, too, baby.
- Listen, I got some unfinished business.
Wanna take my back?
- What's the deal?
- Gonna straighten out Duke.
He's a bit confused.
You know I'll take care of you.
- Sure, man.
But I think I'm gonna let this one slide.
- It's your loss.
- No, man, I'm just not gonna fuck with Duke.
- And you've got two women?
I thought you was a man, Finesse.
- (sighs) Brother, I just play it like I see it.
You know?
- That punk-ass motherfucker.
- As I was leaving, this motherfucking pig
threw me up against the car and cuffed me.
Well, as he cuffing this other babe
I just sorta slid my hand out,
you know, fixed my hair,
and he kicked me and knocked me down.
- That's too much for me.
- Well, you know I wanted to kill him,
but all I could do was spit in his face.
- You gotta be lying, bitch.
- (laughs) Well, then his partner was just standing there
looking at us and laughing,
making me mad until I spit in his face.
- Now I know you're lying, bitch.
- [Star] Well, only about spitting in his partner's face.
- [Bee] I raise a nickel.
- Oh my God.
- Hey, Tim!
- I'll raise you five.
And if you wanna see my hand,
it'll cost your wrinkled ass ten. (laughs)
- You black whore.
- You poo butt wench.
- Well, eat this!
Full house.
- Oh my God.
- Huh?
Well, shit!
You got that kinda luck you musta been
born under a pile of it.
(Bee laughs)
- How you doing, baby?
- Great, look at that.
- Ah, beautiful.
Here are the keys.
- Good.
Alright, now, you have some nice dreams.
- Ladies, there's a lot more booze at the bar,
so you have a good time tonight, huh?
Don't let 'em take you to the cleaners, now.
- Who, me?
Don't worry about it.
(Star scoffs)
(Finesse coughing)
- Hey, later, man.
Hey, thanks, Finesse.
(Finesse coughs)
(snaps)
(clanking)
(car door slams)
(Finesse grunts)
- Don't move, motherfucker.
- Hey, Duke, man, what's the problem, man?
What's wrong?
Look, man, if it's Star, man, you got her.
She's your woman, man, okay?
- Where is she?
- Who, man?
- Cookie.
- Man, she's probably hanging out with my ladies.
- Oh, tell him man.
- And where are those bitches at?
- Man, it's late, man, they're probably just hanging out.
You know--
- Where the fuck are they?
- Man, I don't know, man!
Look, they're probably just
hanging out on Canal Street, man.
- You don't know shit, do you man, huh?
- Man--
(Finess gurgling)
(car door slams)
- Hey, Cook, can I get some more money?
- Uh-uh.
- Ah, come on!
I'm gonna win it back anyway.
- Yeah, right, I can sure see that.
- Hey, Timmy, why don't you go get us
some Chinese food?
- Yeah, right, it's always me that goes.
- Mm, I could go for some spare ribs with hot sauce.
- Oh, that sounds good to me, mm.
Don't you like spare ribs, Tim? (laughs)
- My bid jacks, say five.
- [Bee] Well you better jump back with them lousy jacks.
- Well, that's it for me.
I think maybe I should call the hospital,
see how Heather's doing.
- Come on, Cook, don't fold.
Alright, I'll see your five and I'll raise you five.
- Well, I'll match your five and raise you 25.
- She can't do that shit, can she?
15, 21...
25.
Whatcha got?
- Hmm.
Three jacks.
- Flush.
Alright, I knew this one was mine.
- Shit!
- [Bee] What is up with you, Star?
- Well, guys, I guess it's time to go feed my ladies now.
See ya.
Keep the change.
(sirens blaring nearby)
- Okay, baby.
Don't take too long, now.
She can give you a half an hour, man, that's all.
- But Spade, I'm not even sure where they are.
I mean, they might not even be playing cards, you know?
- You got till 3:30, man.
Time's gonna be your money, nigga.
- Get the fuck out.
- Business is business, homeboy.
- Shit, oh shit.
Alright, shit, I, okay, I got,
I have an idea, alright, Duke?
Um, okay, I could take her to uh,
to Alfie's right, and then to look for Cookie.
- You're not gonna let me down, too, are you, man?
- But I don't want to fuck it up, man.
I'd just fuck it up, right?
I'm a fuck-up, I'd fuck you up.
- Drive.
Just fucking drive.
- That's no problem because I don't wanna fuck it up.
You just tell me the right way.
- Slow down.
Slow down, man, right here.
Check it right there, check that kid out.
Check him out.
Cool, right there.
Son of a bitch.
Hmm.
- And girl, this Colombian motherfucker
filled my nose up with cocaine.
I mean this shit was pure!
And the next thing I knew,
he blew the cocaine up my nose
and I was gone.
I mean, I was tripping!
I was so motherfucking high.
- Yeah, I'm still here.
- [Bee] Is that what you call a blow job?
- [Star] You got a lot of shit with you.
You always got some smart-ass remark
to anything I say.
- Are you sure it was Heather Swartsen?
Okay.
- [Star] Well, the cocaine was good anyway.
And you shoulda been there.
Probably somebody was smoking reefers.
(both laughing)
- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, I tell ya.
(Bee laughing)
- Heather's dead.
- Oh.
- Well, that bitch ain't going to heaven anyway.
- Jesus.
You sure know what to say.
- I just wish there was something I could have
done for her, you know?
- Oh, honey, don't go blaming yourself.
That Duke ain't no good.
He's just a fuckin' dog.
- Well, that's one thing you can't say
about my man, I mean, I know how to pick 'em.
- I sure hope that Jason can handle him.
- Say what?
What did you say about Jason?
Now, I know you didn't choose Jason.
I mean...
I just can't see him with you. (laughs)
(Cookie chuckles)
- What did you say the address to that place was?
- Um, not sure, but it's near Third.
You know, Jason, I could be looking to choose.
- That's not the way I work, baby.
I choose my own women.
- Oh, well, hey, excuse the hell outta me.
- Hey, hey, no wait.
Go on, Jason, I'll buy her from you.
- Go ahead, Willy, she's yours.
Take her.
(Willy chuckles)
(radio playing pop music)
- Alright, let's drive.
Let's go.
Drive.
What are you listening to?
Drive.
(engine starts)
(suspenseful music)
(Creepy laughs)
There he goes, get him!
Get him, get him!
(suspenseful music)
Go!
Go, go!
(tires screeching)
Run, motherfucker, run!
Run, I got you, baby!
I got you, you're mine!
You're mine!
(Tim panting)
(dramatic music)
- Jason, I really gotta go.
- Get in.
- You know, this is taking too long.
Spade's gonna get really mad.
- I don't like to repeat myself.
- Jason, I'd really like to slap the shit outta this bitch.
- Alright, there's this place we can try on Canal Street.
(suspenseful music)
- [Bee] Well, this motherfucker, I'd been told
he had such a fine body. (laughing)
(Bee and Star chattering)
And I just tossed him back,
this motherfucker was a dog.
- [Star] Oh, no, baby.
- [Bee] Oh!
Hey, Timmy, baby, what took you so long, huh?
- Bitch.
What's the matter, Cookie?
Did you miss me?
- What is it, Duke?
What's the matter?
Didn't Jason talk to you, baby?
He said he was gonna talk--
- Get over here.
Get over here.
- Where's Tim?
Where's my brother?
What'd you do to him?
- He's dead.
(Creepy laughs)
And you're never gonna see him again.
- No.
You wouldn't do that to him.
I know you wouldn't do that to him.
- You know I did.
- [Star] Well, this looks like a family matter.
So I'm just gonna leave you all to work it out, okay?
- Sit.
Sit the fuck down!
- Duke, honey.
I thought you and I was cool, I mean...
I think the bitch deserves whatever she gets.
- Tie 'em up, Creepy.
(Creepy laughs)
- Jason, I don't think I remember where this place is.
- You better.
(car horn honking)
(brakes screeching)
Move it!
Shit!
(tires screeching)
- Jason, come on, take it easy.
- Oh, baby, you know you love it. (laughs)
- You look pretty good like this, huh?
Yeah. (laughs)
(Cookie crying)
- No, please, just stop.
Just stop being so crazy.
I mean, you act just like a crazy man.
Just be like you used to be, baby,
like you used to be.
I loved you, baby.
I loved you.
- Oh, and I loved you, too.
I loved you, too.
- Baby, no!
No! (crying)
Baby.
- Get on the floor.
- No.
No, no!
Please, please, what are you doing?
Please, no!
Oh, baby...
(bullet clinks)
- Now you're gonna see what happens
when you fuck around with Duke.
- [Cookie] What are you doing, baby?
Please, no, stop!
Baby, what are you doing?
(Cookie screams)
- [Creepy] Hey, take it easy man.
(Cookie screaming)
- No!
Baby, no, you're making a mistake!
- Am I?
- Baby, I didn't mean for this all to happen.
I swear, baby, please.
- Stop lying, bitch.
- [Cookie] I ain't lying!
- You disrespected me!
- No, I ain't!
- She ain't lying to you, she ain't lying--
- (shouting) Do you wanna go next, huh?
- No, baby, no! (crying)
Oh, no!
(glasses clattering)
(Cookie groaning)
- I loved you, baby.
(Cookie groaning)
(gun clicks) (Cookie shouts)
- Yo, man, is that the car over there?
- Yeah, that's it.
I'm gonna kill this fucker.
- Get out of the car.
Come on, get outta the car.
Hey, where you think you going, girl?
Come on, get your ass back here!
- Let her go, let her go.
Come on.
(guns cocking)
You alright?
- Yeah.
(Cookie shouting)
- Damn, I loved you, baby girl.
You like games, right?
- No, no.
- [Duke] Right, huh?
Huh?
Let's do it again, huh?
How 'bout you?
Do you feel lucky, hmm?
Do you?
Huh?
(gun clicks)
(gun fires)
- Oh!
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
(glass breaking)
(men grunting)
(crashing)
(Duke grunting)
(Duke breathing heavily)
- Oh!
(suspenseful music)
(bottle shattering)
(Cookie grunting)
No!
No!
(suspenseful music)
(Duke shouting)
- Get me outta this shit!
- Shut up!
Come here!
Grab that gun!
(Cookie shouting)
- Come here!
(Cookie shouting)
Move!
- [Cookie] No! (screaming)
- I'll tell you when.
(Duke grunting)
(Cookie screaming)
Now! (switch clicking)
(gun firing)
(Duke shouting)
(crashing)
(Duke shouting)
(gun firing)
(Duke shouting)
(Duke yelps)
(gun firing)
(Duke screaming)
Come on!
(suspenseful music)
(gun firing)
(Duke grunts)
(gun clicks)
Damn!
Fuckin' thing!
Come on!
Out of the way!
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful music)
Hold on.
(tires screeching)
(crashing)
(car speeding)
Damn!
(tires screeching)
(crashing)
(Duke grunting)
(tires screeching)
(Tim shouting)
(tires screeching)
- What's wrong?
Come on!
(engine sputtering)
- [Bee] Give me a minute.
Damn!
(Duke shouting)
(Bee and Tim screaming)
(glass shattering)
(gun firing)
- Put down the gun, Cookie.
You can't kill me, babe.
That ain't your style.
You know you love me.
Huh?
We can talk about this some kinda way, huh?
Come on, baby, put down the gun.
Come on, we can talk about it.
You know, like we used to, right?
Come on, put the gun down.
I said put it down.
Bitch, put down the gun!
You're fucking with my patience now!
Put the gun--
(gun firing)
(Cookie shouting)
(Cookie crying)
(sirens blaring nearby)
(dramatic music)
(Cookie moaning)
(dramatic music)
("Streetwalkin' by Sylvia St. James)
♪ Well, hello baby ♪
♪ You want some company? ♪
♪ I got what you been missing ♪
♪ I got what you need ♪
♪ I specialize in lovin' ♪
♪ So get it while it's hot ♪
♪ I keep you coming back for more ♪
♪ I give you all I got ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's a crazy life ♪
♪ Street talkin' ♪
♪ It gets me through the night ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's the best that I can do ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ I'm gonna work on you ♪
♪ Standing on the corner night after night ♪
♪ Waiting for a lonely man who hopes I'll treat him right ♪
♪ He's got a half an hour and a 50 dollar bill ♪
♪ He's just another customer looking for a thrill ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's a crazy life ♪
♪ Street talkin' ♪
♪ It gets me through the night ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's the best that I can do ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ I'm gonna work on you ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's a crazy life ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It gets me through the night ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ It's the best that I can do ♪
♪ Streetwalkin' ♪
♪ I'm gonna go to work ♪
♪ I'm gonna go to work on you ♪
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