All language subtitles for The.Deuce.S03E02.720p.WEB.H264-STARZ

It's a new start,
third time must be the charm.

This is my fifth.

I know you've been working
these wolf packs,

that's our problem too.

What do you need?

Why are you trying
to put the touch on me?

My spots have taken a hit
with this disease on the street.

Our content has to change.

Into what?

New Wave Hookers Incorporated.

What can I do you for?

If I had to make that kind
of trash,

I would get the fuck
out of porn.

-CROWD: Five!
-We gotta stay out
in front of this.

-Four!
-It's not an airborne disease.

-Three!
-OFFICER: Police, freeze!

-Two!
-GREG: Good for you,
get right back in the saddle.

CROWD: One!

To all the great things
coming down the pike.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(CAR HORN HONKS)

Ho, Fat Mooney.

Or should I say Skinny Malink.
Where's your friends?

The Magic Man, right on time.

Ah, so listen,
they're not here yet.

Oh. All right, well,

while we're waitin',
I got some new tapes.

Whatcha got?

Hungry, Hungry Housewives.

It's about a bunch of housewives
that are hungry,

but... you know, for fucking.

-Yeah, I gathered.
-Yeah.

Sizzling, real-life action.
100 percent homemade.

So how many?

Ehh... a dozen or so.
More comin'.

So, you copy all these
off the master?

'Cause, Frankie, I mean
that last batch, I mean,

-you know,
some were grainy as hell.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look, it was
an equipment problem.

Me and Irene,
we upgraded our shit.

-All right, then that's fair.
-(MAN COUGHING)

Hey, pal!

It's not a library!
They read better at home.

(SCOFFS)

-Every day with this shit.
-(DOORBELL RINGS)

TINA ROWE: Sorry. Traffic.

Chaz Rowe. You must be
Mr. Martino. This is Tina.

Oh.

TINA:
Your reputation precedes you.

Yeah, well, don't believe
everything you hear.

At last, a meeting of the minds
plus a piece for me.

All right, just go back there,
to my office back there.

(SIGHS) I know the way.

Straight down Bondage Alley,
right at Fetish Lane. Come on.

Come on in. (SIGHS)

All right, Chaz.

Uh, stick it right in there.
Let's see what you got.

-Dig this.
-(TINA CHUCKLES)

It's our latest.

Cued it up at the good part.

(EXCITED MOANING)

(SNIFFS)

Wow. This your, uh,
actual living room?

Yep, just up in Yonkers.

(DOORBELL RINGS ON VIDEO)

CHAZ ROWE:
(ON VIDEO) Who could that be?

Oh shit, I forgot I ordered
a package.

This was all unplanned.

-CHAZ: Gonna get it?
-Shit, this is the real deal.

(MOANING)

CHAZ: Wait, we should get this.
Hang on.

-Hang on.
-TINA: Okay.

CHAZ: There.

-(BOTH MOANING)
-(DOORBELL RINGS)

Oh! You shittin' me?
This actually happened?

CHAZ: Why so surprised?

Mr. Mooney said you shoot
amateur porn, too.

-DELIVERY MAN: Sign here...
-Yeah...

I mean, I shoot pretend
amateur porn.

This is...
I mean, this is really real.

TINA: (ON VIDEO)
Have a good day. (CHUCKLING)

(CHUCKLES)

(ALL LAUGH)

-What the--
-(LAUGHING)

How long have you been
makin' this at your home?

Um... couple years.
One or two a week.

Plus, we got friends.

Friends?

Yeah, we met some people
at clubs.

You know, like-minded people.
Friends.

CHAZ: First it was for fun.
Then, we thought

wouldn't it be something
if we sold these to strangers.

The idea of strangers
watching us. Paying for us.

CHAZ: So we came downtown,
talked to a couple of people.

Mr. Mooney, he thought that--

Yeah, yeah.

I get it.

You, uh...

you need distribution.

You have a company, right?

Yes, I do.

♪ ("DREAMING"
BY BLONDIE PLAYS) ♪

♪ I don't want to live
On charity ♪

♪ Pleasure's real
Or is it fantasy? ♪

♪ Reel to reel
Is living rarity ♪

♪ People stop and stare at me ♪

♪ We just walk on by ♪

♪ We just keep on dreamin' ♪

♪ Dream, dream
Even for a little while ♪

♪ Dream, dream
Filling up an idle hour ♪

♪ Fade away ♪

♪ Radiate ♪

♪ I sit by
And watch the river flow ♪

♪ I sit by
And watch the traffic go ♪

♪ Imagine something
Of your very own ♪

♪ Something
You can have and hold ♪

♪ I'd build a road in gold ♪

♪ Just to have some dreaming ♪

♪ Dreaming is free ♪

-♪ Dreaming ♪
-♪ Dreaming ♪

♪ Dreaming is free ♪

MELISSA:
When I was in kindergarten,

this kid Louis, he used to...

he used to give me
his milk money

to look at my vagina.
Extra to touch it.

And he-- he ended up telling
all of his friends. So...

-That's how it started.
-Little Louis!

With Little Louis. Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)

How about yours?

Ah, Jesus. Um...

Well, I was a teenager.
Older girl hooked it up.

Probably because
she didn't want the trick.

He was, like, 300 pounds.
A huge guy.

MAN: Want that bacon black!

And um-- Oh! It was at a room
in The Princess.

Do you remember? Yes.

-The Princess. Yeah.
-Oh, hell yes. That place.

And, um, you know, he said
all he wanted was a back rub.

I was like... easy right?

And, um, so he's got this oil
he wants me to use.

I-- I pour it all over him.
And I'm rubbing away.

It takes forever to get this guy
covered in oil.

-He's like a fucking mountain.
-(CHUCKLES)

You know, after a while,
surprise surprise, he gets hard,

he says, uh, "Now suck my dick."

And so, I go down on him.

And I am not
fucking kidding you,

this motherfucker
had not washed in weeks.

Ugh...

No, the smell, I'm like--
I was gagging.

And I was thinking I should just
jump out the fucking window.

You know, I was just a kid.

Thinking about offing myself.

Just a little kid. (SIGHS)
Anyway, got easier after that.

So, your movie, um...

it's what-- it's supposed to be
like our stories or...?

I don't know yet.

MELISSA: Hmm.

I'm still brainstorming.

Candy, you-- you always worked
alone though, right?

Never had a man?

Nah, wasn't my thing.

Yeah, a man was...

always a part of it for me.

-Mm-hmm.
-I don't know. Um...

Dr. Joyce Brothers,
you-- do you listen to her?

I know who she is.

Yeah, she'd say that it all
goes back to my father.

Well, fathers, yeah.

Yeah, mine...

My father was a stupid,
fall down drunk.

You know, old story. Too cliché
for you probably.

I don't think anything's cliché
if it's true.

-LEON: Food's coming up shortly.
-I like that.

I don't really know
what it means...

(CHUCKLES)
...but it sounds good.

Yeah, that's all that matters.

Chicks on a raft, frog sticks.
Eggs in Paradise, whiskey down.

Hopple popple in the alley,

-and a couple of Tabs.
-CANDY: Thank you.

MELISSA: Thanks, Leon.

-See what I mean?
-(CHUCKLES)

(SIREN WAILING)

CHRIS ALSTON: Anything at all
on the owner?

GENE GOLDMAN: It was an LLC.
It's dissolved now.

It's just a shell, anyway.

We haven't been able to identify
the owner. Yet.

So you want me to dig 'em out
and hold him up to the light...

like we do.

You find the guy who holds
the actual deed,

and he's someone with any kind
of public profile,

we'll go that way.

If not, we'll have to figure
something else out.

You need this block bad, huh?

You can spit from here
to the new Marriott.

Half these buildings
are in turn around.

It's time.

♪ ("JUMP (FOR MY LOVE)"
BY THE POINTER SISTERS PLAYS) ♪

(SINGING) ♪ I take you down ♪

♪ I take you down ♪

♪ Where no one's ever gone
Before ♪

-♪ And if you want more ♪
-All right.

They're waiting for you,
beautiful.

-You psyched?
-Sure.

(CHUCKLES)
Look at these gnarly skanks.

You're gonna be
the hottest thing on set.

See what you do to me?

You do that to every guy.

Go get 'em, baby.

Do that do.

♪ Jump if you want to taste
My kisses in the night then ♪

♪ Jump, jump for my love ♪

♪ You told me
I'm the only woman for you ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(SHOWERS TRICKLE)

(LAUGHTER)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey, sailor.

-Howdy, cowboy.
-(VINCENT MARTINO CHUCKLES)

How's it hangin'?

Oh... by a thread.

Yeah, what's the problem?

Nothing too big.
Townhouse is okay.

It's just here and the bar, man,

they're just not showing up
in numbers.

So, this is still
a little light.

Is that gonna be cool?

(SIGHS) It ain't your fault.

You know Rudy knows what
you're dealing with down here.

Does he?

I don't know, man.

They might end up just shutting
us all down, bathhouses.

Back rooms, too.

Who knows, you know,
maybe that'd be better,

you know, for...

prevention. You know, safety.

I say keep the fucking
where you can see it.

Talk to people, teach 'em
what works, what doesn't work.

Don't just close down
the buildings.

Buildings don't make people
fucking sick.

You know, see,
you're smart about this.

Maybe you should run for office.

For what? Town whore?

You'd be a shoe-in.

-Fuck you. (LAUGHS)
-(LAUGHS)

But, uh... you're okay, right?

Me? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sure. I'm good.

Okay.

-All right, Paul.
-Yeah, good to see you.

-SEAN: Nice. Very nice.
-PORN ACTRESS: 'Kay. Hang on!

SEAN: Carl, swing over to Roy.

-He's got his line coming up.
-Service!

PORN ACTRESS #2:
Ooh! Thanks, Tyra!

SEAN: Angylene, keep doing
what you're doing. That's great.

Kimmy, lean over Roy
a little more.

I want your tits right
in his face. There you go.

Okay, Roy.

Oh, it's so wrong.

But so right.

SEAN: Lori, cheat forward.

Yes.

Mike, assume the position.

-(GAGS)
-Closer.

Let me show you how we do it
in Iowa.

What? No, no!
We're gonna have to cut.

-No.
-Cut, cut, cu-- What is it?

Uh, no gag. I don't do gags.

And what's with the corn?

He's your hick cousin.
From the sticks.

-So he brought corn?
-Yeah.

-Just go with it.
-Can I talk to you for a minute?

He was going for my ass.

So what?
You cleaned, right?

(SCOFFS)

Lori, we're paying you rate
for anal.

Not with vegetables, you're not.

Did you clear this with Kiki?

I don't clear every scene
with your agent.

Well, maybe you should.

It's my name on the box
that sells your product.

I'm Lori fucking Madison. I'm
not some bimbo who's willing to
do anything

just to be in a movie.
Okay, I am the fucking movie.
Now, you're telling me

I have to shove produce
up my ass?

-Lori--
-And who the fuck is that?

He owns the house.

Gets to watch.

Fuck you. Fuck him.
Where's the phone?

Hey! Sh-Sh-Sh-Shay!

You okay?

Is Rodney here?

Rodney?

No, wait-- You got a ginger ale?

Yeah, sure, hon. Come sit down.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ABBY PARKER: Can I make you
something hot?

Uh-- just-- just this, thanks.

It's good.

My mother believed
in ginger ale. A cure-all.

(CHUCKLES)

"Ma, I got a cold."
"Drink ginger ale."

"Ma, my foot hurts."
"Drink ginger ale."

"Ma, I got run over
by a lawn mower."

"Drink ging--"
(COUGHS VIOLENTLY)

Come on, Shay. Please sit down.

I'm okay.

Just need a second.

Could-- Could I have some more?

Why don't you finish
this one first, huh?

(SHAY SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

And the image keeps coming back.
It's like a theme or...

like a motif, I guess.

And I want there to be
a really intense point of view,

so I'm building that
into the script.

And I'm gonna write this one
myself.

I'm gonna try.

I've been talkin' to the girls.
I've been hearing their stories.

-Eileen, I--
-Yeah?

Well, I don't want to interrupt
your conceptualizing.

-No.
-Uh, I want to reiterate...

I'm not funding this one.
I am not kidding.

I can't be on this ride
with you.

Have I asked you for anything?
I don't want your money, Harvey.

What I want is your ear.

Or can I not bounce an idea
off you now?

HARVEY WASSERMAN: No, of course.
I'm sorry. Bounce away.

B-- wait. First, just--
I need a favor.

And it's money for both of us.
Right?

You still need to pay the rent,
right?

So... we're shooting tonight.
Tony flaked.

He checked himself
into fucking rehab.

You gotta cover.

You g-- you hav-- please.

It's a couple scenes. Here.

Only scenes outstanding
are self-pleasure in a bathtub

and principals straight fucking
while French maid looks on.

And then does the maid
join them?

What are the chances?

WOMAN: H.W. International Films.

-Genius.
-WOMAN: How can I help you?

How'd you ever come up
with that plot pivot?

Fuck, Harvey, all this talk
about your film appreciation.

French New Wave, fucking Godard,
Charbroil, it's all talk.

-It's Chabrol. It's Chabrol.
-Yeah.

I know it's Chabrol.
I'm making a fucking joke.

You lose your sense of humor
when you lost your soul?

That's-- Hey, Eileen,
that's not fair.

That's not fair.

No, no, no, no. Stay.
Here, stay.

Talk about your movie.

You are a fucking sellout.

Lor, I got girls in my office
right now who'll do this

in a heartbeat and shoot popcorn
out of their ass to boot.

LORI MADISON: What about
that creepy shit watching?
I don't like it.

Babe, you're just gonna have to
grin and bear it for now. Okay?

LORI: I didn't agree
to any of this.

Lori, I need you to be
a team player.

Sean Howard is the hottest
director working right now,

and this is how he rolls.

This is an important gig, okay?

Fuck, Kiki!

-Lori...
-Whatever!

(SNORTS)

ROY: I'm gonna plow your field.

ANGELYNE: Hmm, sow those oats,
Johnny Jr.

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTS) Just don't tell
Aunt Sharon.

And cut.

Roy, keep the wood.

Are we good?

Hallelujah.

But not in my ass.

RECEPTIONIST: Just sign--
sign there.

(GRUNTS, COUGHS VIOLENTLY)

Abby Parker, I need to see
Dr. Wells if she's in.

She's here, but unless you have
an appointment--

Get her on the phone
and tell her

that Abby is in the waiting area
and she has someone

who needs her assistance
right now.

Abby?

Abby with the envelopes.

Dr. Wells, can you come
to reception?

-(SHAY COUGHING)
-That's great. Thank you.

It's bronchitis.
I get it every winter.

I got ya hot tea... and a roll.

Thought you were gonna make me
chicken soup.

I can run to the deli.

I'm shitting you.

(LORETTA CHUCKLES)

ABBY: This is embarrassing that
I don't know this, but...

what's your last name?

Brody.

Brody.

And you spell Shay with a...

It's-- It's Lila, actually.

Lila Brody.

Yeah, nice Jewish girl.

Then you can make
your own damn chicken soup.

-Fuck you.
-(BOTH LAUGH)

Miss Parker?

VINCENT: So, what
you're telling me

is that you're having problems
with your people.

RUDY PIPILO: Not personally, no.

But the organization
is in, like, disarray.

So, you good with them?

I never see the big guy.

He don't come out
of that castle.

Built out on Staten Island
with the columns and marble...

and the... silk dressing gowns
like fucking Liberace.

Fucks his maid with his wife
in the next room.

I mean, that's the mother
of your kids. Show some respect.

Yeah.

I don't know.

I don't think he's gonna last.

So, what will happen if he goes?

Gotti and them,
they'll make a play.

They're animals.

And what's all this have to do
with me?

They're gonna start taking
15 percent

from us instead of ten.

So, I need you to work harder,
Vincent.

More promotions in the clubs.

Whatever you gotta do
in the parlors and the peeps

to increase revenue.

About all that, Rudy.
You know...

On Paul's side of things,
there's this sickness.

You know, he's not stealin'.

He's light 'cause he's light.

Yeah, I know. That's some
frightening shit going on.

But Paul aside...

Yeah, I'll do my best, Rudy.

RUDY: I know you will.

-So, you got a new car.
-Yeah.

Eighty-five Mark.

What's with the phone?

It was an option.

I mean, I could never talk
business on this thing,

but shit, I had to have it.

So, this one... owns this one...

who's doing business
as this one.

Until this one...
why is this so complicated?

We're not used to this process
exactly.

In the past, we haven't
typically pursued

-the building owners.
-Why not?

Because in America, constable,
property is sacred.

Historically, we don't wanna
touch the real estate.

We've gone after legal entities,

running businesses
within the buildings.

Unless the owners were a party
to the illicit operation.

But now we covet the property.

Well, we don't. But finally,
there are people who do,

and there's money
to lure them in.

One point seven billion

-for the 42nd Street
Development Fund.
-That's right.

So... dig deep.

DR. KAREN WELLS: I don't know
how she's still standing.

She's got fluid in her lungs,
raging throat infection.

Yeast infection,
it could be staph.

I'll squeeze her
into St. Vincent's.

-She has no insurance.
-We'll work it out.

Thank you.

We owe you, Abby.
Your donations?

They help us
through the rough patches.

So, um...

do you think-- I mean,
she's used needles.

What you see in your experience,
I mean, if this was your friend?

If this was my friend,
I'd be doing

the exact same thing
you're doing.

Hi, this is Dr. Wells.

(MOANS)

Oh yeah, baby. Give it to her.
(MOANS)

Yeah.

(SNEEZES)

All right, let's cut.

Nobody likes to watch
dead people fuck.

Just tell us what you need.
Do you want more action?

(SIGHS) This is so fucking lame.

Christina, you're supposed
to be a French maid, right?

CHRISTINA: Yeah.

So, speak French.

(FRENCH ACCENT) Oh my god!

Daddy! Oui, oui!

Oh, Mon Dieu. (MOANS)

Mm. Bebe.
Quel homme, quel homme...

Wow.

I'm Canadian.

Où est la bibliotheque?

Why don't you get on top of him?

We roll.

J'ai... Mmm. ...le livre.

It's ridiculous.

Yeah, it's ridiculous,
but it's a little better.

And what about me? What do I do?

I want you to stay hard
and let the ladies riff.

Ooh, cassoulet!

Touchez-moi!

Touché.

Ooh, la, la.
Such a big croissant.

-Oui, oui. (MOANING)
-(LAUGHING)

These tapes. Some are a mess.
But some are great.

And they're all real.

I mean, real people
fucking on video.

It's the golden goose.

DiBi gets us out there,

we'll be making it
hand over fist.

-You seeing him tonight?
-Yeah, later.

Don't make me look bad.
I vouched for you.

Me? Never.
So he's the king of porn, huh?

Guess that makes me the prince,
right?

Yeah. Hey, what time you got?

You're askin' me the time

and you're lookin'
at your watch?

What, are you getting high
on our own supply?

Hey, would you shut up
with that in here?

-All right?
-What are you, stupid?

Hey, I'm not stupid.

I'm going. You comin'?

No, I'm stayin'.

-Stayin', huh?
-Yeah.

♪ (POP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

JOEY DWYER: What are you doing?
Get off me!

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme!

Hey, fatter lines, dude.
Fatter lines.

This time, we're gonna huff it
through a C-note.

Let me get in there.

(SNORTING)

Yeah!

(SNORTING)

TRENT: All right!
Leave some for me.

WOMAN: Hey, you bring enough
for everybody?

It's a party, right?
Enjoy, baby.

Dude, I shit you not.

That intel you slid me today.
Fucking choice!

-I shit you not, man!
If this deal goes through...
-JOEY: Hey,

one hand washes the other,
right?

Dude, you rock, my man.
You fucking rock.

Hey, yo-- What the fuck?

Where's my Benjamin?

Yo, that shit's funny.

Dude. Yo.

Hey. Who took it, motherfucker?

-Who you talkin' to?
-Dude, who fucking took it?

MAN: What are you gonna fucking
do about it, huh?

-Yeah, what are you gonna do?
-TRENT: Fuck you, pussy. Fuck--

-Get your hands off me.
-Yo, Trent, chill.

-We're good, Mike. He's fine.
-Is there a problem, big guy?

-Get off.
-Let's go.

Wait-- Wait, Mike.
Look, he's my buddy. Come on.

Yo, get this ape
the fuck off me.

-Walk!
-TRENT: Yo!

-Fuck! Yo, Joey!
-BIG MIKE: Walk!

TRENT: Fuck-- Get--

(DOOR SLAMS)

-You're fucking dead!
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(PANTING)

(RATS SHRIEK)

Operator, I need the police.

(APPLAUSE)

As the curtain falls
on our final performance--

(CHUCKLES) What curtain?
We can't afford one.

Okay, I will do the comedy.
Thank you.

I just want to say...

it's been amazing working
with all you brilliant souls,

especially my genius co-star,
the hunk with a heart of gold,

Mr. Tod Lang. Get over here.
C'mon.

(APPLAUSE)

I could've done it without you,

but it would've been much more
exhausting.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHS)

No, really. This is deep for me.
I won't forget it.

Or all of you.

Thanks.

(APPLAUSE)

FRANKIE MARTINO:
Look, Mr. DiBernardo,

what would you say if I told you
I'm sitting on hundreds of tapes

of the hottest amateur porn
out there.

I'm talking raw, real,
ready to go.

-With hundreds more comin'.
-Yeah?

The amateur market is burning up
right now.

People want real people.
They don't want the pretend.

I know the market.
And I've seen your movies.

They don't exactly
float my boat.

No, no, no. You don't get it.

I was makin' "fake" real.

This is "real" real,
you understand?

Who knew that couples in Yonkers
and Westchester

and everywhere else, they were
lighting it up like this?

Normally, these movies,
they don't do it for me.

But these tapes right here,

they get your dick so hard,

a cat can't scratch it.
(CHUCKLES)

This is the next big thing.

But who am I tellin'?

You got an eye for this, right?

So, you interested?

No offense but...

you're carrying your product
in a grocery bag.

You spring it on me with no way
to watch.

And your shirt
is missing a button.

So right away,
I'm not impressed.

FRANKIE: Must've just popped.

Leave your stuff here.

If I like, I'll sell it
nationwide. I take 60 percent.

Of what?

The gross.

Uh wh-- what if I got
other suppliers or whatnot--

Our guest'll get out here.

(DOOR OPENS)

We didn't go nowheres.

♪ (PAUL PLAYS PIANO BRIEFLY) ♪

(PAUL SIPS EXCITEDLY)

I am so proud of you, baby.

(KNOCKING)

JASON STEVEN COHEN: Tod-- Oh.

TOD LANG: Come in.
(LAUGHS)

Jason Steven Cohen,
Public Theater.

Glen said you might come.

Yeah, your director and I
go way back.

He told me I had to come see you
in this, and he was right.

So, we're mounting
the new Christopher Durang play

in the spring.
Jerry Zaks is directing.

-TOD: Okay.
-Jerry Zaks.

Yeah, and it's still early,
but there's a role

that I think...
might have your name on it.

I'd love for Chris
and Jerry to meet you.

Would you--
would you give me a call?

What? Whoa...

COHEN: You have this
built-in irony or...

It's very specific. It's--
It's perfect for Durang's work.

-All right, we'll talk.
-TOD: Thanks, man!

(CHUCKLING)
All right, thank you.

Man, I wish
he didn't just tell me.

I'm not gonna sleep now.

(POUNDS TABLE)

PAUL HENDRICKSON: Wait,
you're still shooting the soap

for the next few months though,
right?

Uh, yeah. That's what they said.

PAUL: So, if you get
this other thing--

I can do both. Shit is finally
cracking open for me.

I'm gonna-- I'm gonna say no
to something?

You're gonna burn it
at both ends.

Oh, look who's talking.

You won't even see a doctor
so don't lecture me.

I'm lecturing you. Come on.
Hey, you know my thing.

I just assume that I have it.

Okay.
Baby, we-- we have to be smart

with our bodies especially.
Okay?

And not push too hard.
That's what I'm saying.

I'm asking. Please.

Can we not talk about this
tonight?

Shit. Yeah, I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.
-Hey.

We're here now.

Okay.

♪ ("LOVE IS THE MESSAGE"
BY MFSB PLAYS) ♪

VINCENT: One for good measure!
Bottoms up!

-Whoa!
-SERGEANT TANNER: Police!

SERGEANT TANNER:
Make way! NYPD!

Hang on one second.

VINCENT: Hey, can I help you?

Yeah, liquor license, please.

Uh, we've already been
through that.

Your liquor license should be
prominently displayed.

Is it prominently displayed?

-Uh, like I said last time--
-So operating without a license.

Now, are you aware there are
illegal drug transactions

taking place
in this establishment?

No, I am not.

What about underage drinking.
You aware of that?

-Officer--
-Hey, cut the music.

Hit the lights.

Please. Don't do that.

Folks. Folks, this place
is now closed.

Kindly make your way
to the exit.

Come on, man!

You can't search us.
It's illegal.

Folks-- You can keep your drugs.
I don't give a fuck.

Just go get high somewhere else.

Let's go, people. Move.

Come on.

-(CLAMORING)
-(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Hey. Haddix! Haddix!

What the fuck?! You come now?

This is peak time for me. Peak!

It ain't me or mine, Vince.
All right, I'm sorry.

These new guys,
they're fucking cowboys.

All right, well then get 'em
in order.

I can't do it.
Ain't my boys.

Anyway, nobody asked me
for my vote

when they passed
the padlock law.

I can only do so much
for you now.

Then what the fuck
am I paying you for, huh?

I'm sorry, Vince. I'm sorry.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Fuck!

BISHOP: John,
you're sealed with the gift

-of the Holy Spirit.
-CONFIRMEE: Amen.

-Peace be with you.
-CONFIRMEE: And also with you.

You smell nice.

Thank you. I always smell nice
for church.

That the father that took
your virginity? Gray hair.

BISHOP: We seal with a gift
to the Holy Spirit.

-The gray haired one.
-BISHOP: Peace be with you.

He's shitting bricks.

Told him the bishop's gotta slap
his face.

The hell you tell him that for?

-To fuck with him.
-Shh!

BISHOP: Peter,
you're sealed with the gift

of the Holy Spirit.

-Peace be with you.
-(WHISPERS) Here we go.

-I present Luke.
-BISHOP: Luke,

you're sealed with
the gift of the Holy Spirit.

-Amen.
-BISHOP: Peace be with you.

(CHUCKLES) All right.

LORETTA: She looks cold.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPS)

See, this is why
you should have stuck with us.

-Who?
-(LORETTA SIGHS)

Women Against Porn.

Loretta, I helped kickstart
the whole fucking thing.

To add to the irony,
I did it with half a dozen

-of the parlor envelopes.
-I know. I was there.

Yeah, when I did it,
it was informational.

It was about awareness.

It wasn't a goddamn
frontal assault

on the freedom of speech.

Dworkin, MacKinnon,
what they're doing

with the censorship stuff.
The city ordinances

and now they're trying to get
in bed with Reagan, Meese,

-and those fucking shitheads.
-So what?

Now it's not about marching
around,

leading housewives
from Scarsdale around the Deuce

for show-me tours.
Now, they're changing shit.

How? By trashing
the First Amendment?

The First Amendment isn't
about fuck movies, Abby.

It's about important things.
Ideas and shit.

If you don't use it
for the fuck films,

it's not gonna be there
for the ideas.

-The problem with these--
-Hey.

You bitches do go on.

(LORETTA LAUGHS)

Shit. Sorry, babe.

How you doin', Shay?

CHURCH MEMBER:
Good job, you guys!

Hey, you did good.
Didn't I tell ya you'd do good?

You take that.
Don't show your mother.

-Say thank you, Patrick.
-Thank you.

It hurt when the guy slapped ya?

-So stupid.
-(VINCENT LAUGHS)

What this jadrool do?
Nothin', huh?

That's who you choose
for a sponsor over me?

What are you talkin' about?
Helped him pick his name.

Helped him say his prayers,
didn't I, Paddy-o?

-No.
-What?

Well, you did good anyway.

You made your grandpa
very proud.

Hey, Dad. I've been meaning
to talk to you.

I got this bachelor party
coming up, guy from work.

We're gonna rent a suite
at the Milford.

I wanted to get some girls
up there.

You know, just to dance
and shit.

I thought, uh--
I thought maybe from the parlor.

Sounds like a pain in my ass.

Won't be cheap.

We'll talk.

Bobby. Bob-- we going?

Frannie, Uncle Nicky says
we gotta go in your car.

Ah, she's driving me
frickin' nuts.

Okay, Mama.

All right. Joey, you're coming
with me.

But you're putting money away?

Kinda.

Look, I can say this to you.
You know how to hear it.

This thing doesn't last
forever.

Not for anyone. Not for you.

With the reputation
you're getting now.

Reputation because I didn't want
a corn cob shoved up my ass?

It's not just that. Come on.

Why don't you try sending me out
for some actual legit work?

I can do other stuff, you know.

I don't have those contacts.

Make some calls.
This is Hollywood, right?

You're on the other side
of the hill from Hollywood,

in case you didn't notice.

You want straight film work,
you need a straight agent.

I'm not gonna lie to you
about who I am or what I bring.

I thought you were on my side.

I am on your side.

LORI: Mm.

Which is why I want you
to go in there

and say yes to everything.

This is Vibrance.

Traci Lords did like
a dozen titles

with them last year. The whole
"Best of Lori Madison" thing...

doesn't happen without this.

It's your shot. So, go finish
this Sean Howard movie,

and finish strong.

Your tanning booths are ready.

I gotta hit the ladies' room
first.

TESSIE: Gotta turn it, Frannie.
Otherwise, it's gonna be dry.

Okay, Mama.

I hope you have enough.
These people are morta de fams.

Rita, what are you cleaning up
for? Come on.

FRAN: Here comes the ziti.
Pardon me.

So, you're happy though.
On the job?

-JOEY: Yeah, I love it.
-Good.

Yeah, you know,
the trading floor,

you need elbows
so I fit right in.

Some of the other guys,
they went to college--

I don't know, they're smart,
but not street smart.

Gives me an edge.

-Well, good. Good.
-Yeah.

-Hey, Bob, right?
-How are you? Nice to see you.

So... think you might want
to invest?

I mean, if I get like a tip.

No. Your Uncle Frankie
is a gambler. Not me.

Well, it wouldn't really be
a gamble if you catch my drift.

FRAN: I'll get another one.

So full of shit.

(CHUCKLES) I-- I wasn't
even being a smart ass.

-I was very practically minded.
-Still a pisser.

FRANKIE: Listen to this one
though.

-So, no Abby?
-CHRISTINA: Frankie!

FRANKIE: Beautiful woman
right here.

-She had a thing.
-Mother of my children.

CHRISTINA: That's right.

FRANKIE: Apple of my eye.

VINCENT: My dad's all over
this fucking broad.

DOMINIC MARTINO :
You're the sweetest thing
in the room, baby.

-There was a time...
-You gotta be kidding me.

-I'll be right back.
-PATRICK: You mean Ms. Edwards?

-She's my CCE teacher.
-Tessie.

-Disgrace.
-We're at a party.

-It's not-- It's not a wake.
-I can't believe you.

(CHUCKLES)

What's this gagootz telling you
now, huh?

He's so freaking full of shit,
this one.

-Don't believe a word he says.
He's so crooked, you know...
-All right.

You have to screw him
into the grave.

You listen to Daddy,
but come here,

-let me tell you something.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You know, 86 for you.

I'm only fooling. I'm fooling.

You know I love my sonny boy,
you know that.

Yeah, you're looking good
together, you two.

FRAN: You want me to
get you some meatballs?

Just try not to fuck it up
this time, huh?

FRAN: I got lasagna.

Hey, where you goin',
sugar cake?

FRAN: You seen the Thompsons
since they moved?

Hey. We gotta book. Kids.

I love your purse.

Louis Vuitton.

I know.

Hey. Talk to you a minute.

-Come here.
-Yeah, sure.

Don't be long.

So how are the kids?

Come here.

What?

What's up with you and Rudy?

Huh? This whole video thing
or whatever. DiBernardo?

-What? Nothing?
-"Nothing"?

He's not happy, Frankie.

Fuck Rudy fucking Pipilo.

This is my own thing
from the ground up.

Frankie! We have the sitter.

Yeah.

Listen, just keep it simple
for once.

You worry too much, brother.

See ya.

I want some more eggplant parm.
You?

Sure.

RUDY: You, uh, you can't keep up
with the technology.

I heard where they're gonna have
a hologram machine.

It'll be like the girl's
standing right there

and you can fuck her for real.

Only in the air or whatever.

You believe this?

-We're gonna fuck the air now.
-(CHUCKLES)

-RUDY: Ah, madonn' ah
-Scoragiatto...

So, fucking DiBernardo.

You know he's poaching
from me now?

As if he ain't got enough
already.

How do you know this?

Guy called me. DiBernardo
made a side deal

with one of my people.
Right under my nose.

-Who?
-RUDY: Some asshole,
don't matter.

I don't even know how
he got to the kid.

Point is, he should be
bouncing it back to me.

-I'm owed, Carmine.
-So take it outta your guy.

I gotta pee.
My fucking prostrate, man.

Yeah, join the club.
Hey, listen,

if I don't see ya...

Don't get up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-QUACK: Hey.
-GOTTI: How's it goin'?

BAR KID: Well, look who it is!
Good to see you fellas!

Uh, these gavones.

BAR KID: All right, let's get
you guys some drinks.

Oh, hey, Carmine,
how you doin'?

Sit a minute.

WILLIE BOY: I lost big money
on that team the other day.

They got no heart,
that Ozone Park crew. No class.

-Look at 'em.
-TOMMY LONGO: Hmm.

The garbage they're moving now.
The drugs?

QUACK: Just God's way
of keeping you humble.

Guess that-- that's where
the money is.

That shit'll bring you down
fast.

BAR KID: Lemme know if there's
anything else I can get ya.

QUACK: Will do, kid.
Want another?

-GOTTI: Nah.
-Fucking Gotti. Basta.

Let's go.

WILLIE BOY: How you doin'?

MAN: Pretty good, pretty good.
You take care.

WILLIE BOY: Yeah, see you.

HANK JAFFE: So, what do you do?

CANDY: Um... I make films.

I make erotic films.
With a feminist bent.

Femme erotica, I call it.

Basically, it's skin flicks.
It's porn.

Yeah, I make porn.

It's different, um,
I do it different.

It's not your usual fare...

But... I'm a pornographer.

And I've been a porn actress.

So, there it is.

You watch much porn?

-I've seen some.
-CANDY: Mm-hmm.

So, did you recognize me?
On New Year's Eve?

I'm just trying to understand
what's in your head.

A beautiful woman alone
at a bar. That's all.

If I had recognized you,
is that a problem?

Or is it a problem
now that I know?

(CLEARS THROAT)

Is telling me
supposed to scare me?

Well, I've just, uh...

you know, I've met a lot of guys
who say they don't care...

and what they really mean is
they wanna fuck the porn chick,

and then once they cross that
off their list, you know.

I can't speak for other guys.

-No.
-I do admit, this is...

-this a new one for me.
-Mm-hmm.

But, hey, I know I don't scare.

So, um, what do you do?

Uh, financing.

Company wants to buy another,
I help make it happen.

-Mm. Here in the city?
-I keep an apartment here,

but my workplace is all over.

-(CHUCKLES) So effusive!
-I'm more interested in you.

-Uh-huh.
-Where'd you grow up?

-I grew up in Queens, early on.
-HANK: Mm-hmm.

And then, uh...

And then I was on the street
for many years.

I was a prostitute.

(CHUCKLES) Nothing?

Bullshit.

Don't judge me so quickly.

Your story is intriguing,
but it's not everything.

I'm more interested in tonight.

And what happens next.

Yeah, this wine's got me loopy.

Well, in that case...

(GUESTS CHATTING AND LAUGHING)

(LAUGHS BASHFULLY)

You have this glow.

-(CANDY CHUCKLES)
-Actual glow.

Do you know that about yourself?

The drink.

No, it's not.

Cheers.

(GLASSES CLINK)

-(FOOD SIZZLING)
-We're not playing.

Oh, I know you're not.

That first moment when you
let 'em know what's what?

Whip off your bag lady disguise
or whatever like, bam!

(CHUCKLES) Super Girl,
Cop Edition.

Mm-hmm. On your feet,
at the punk,

and he's down and cuffed
all in one motion.

Oh, I could watch you do that
all day.

I could watch you
comb through files all day.

ALSTON: (CHUCKLES) Low blow.

JENNIFER: (GIGGLES) Poor guy.

Still no progress?

Going through land records,
corporate assessments,

corporate charters.
You know those dolls

where there's one inside another
inside another?

-Well, it's like that.
-And?

And nothing yet.

There's more than one way
to skin a cat.

I found there were two fires
at that property last year, so,

maybe I get
the fire marshal aboard.

We make 'em answer some
fire reg violations.

-See if a real name surfaces.
-Better yet,

if the marshal can say they
were arsons,

you'd have a pattern
of set fires.

You can open up
a criminal investigation.

That'll get you a court order
for those named owners, right?

Hm. Clever.

So, you're not just another
pretty girl cop after all.

-Oh, missed.
-(LAUGHS)

DR. OSER: All right.

Before we go through
your blood panel,

let's make sure you understand
what it will tell us

-and what it won't.
-Oh, Jesus.

DR. OSER: We're not currently
able to test for the virus

that causes AIDS,
the H.T.L.V.-3 virus.

Hopefully soon, but not yet.

What we can do is measure
your white blood cells,

specifically, your C.D.-4 count,

-which we believe--
-I don't know

what you're saying, Doc.

You're freaking me out.

I'm trying to give an overview

of where the testing stands
at this moment

-and what--
-Just tell me the fucking--

Where does it say the answer?

Mr. Dwyer.

Your blood work shows
a healthy CD-4 count.

Your immune system overall
is quite robust.

So, I don't have it?

I see no indication of exposure
to the virus, no.

Oh, Christ! (CHUCKLES)

Here's a tip, lead with that.

You give a guy
a heart attack.

-(WOMEN MOANING)
-(BANGING)

RUDY: This goddamn thing.

Ah, shit. These tokens, huh?

These have gotta be
caked in jizz.

-Here, hold those.
-FRANKIE: Ugh, what the fuck...

-(COINS JINGLE)
-FRANKIE: C'mon, Rudy,

I don't wanna be in here
with you, Rudy.

Why don't you just tell me
whatever you wanna tell me.

Hey. This is Show Land, right?
Not Tell Land.

I want you to see
what you're dealing with.

See it.

Okay, wait. Watch.

-FRANKIE: What?
-RUDY: After this.

(MAN AND WOMAN
SEXUALLY GROANING)

Now.

-FRANKIE: Why is it changing?
-RUDY: Just watch.

MAN ON VIDEO: You're so pretty.

-Probably the prettiest girl--
-Ah, Jesus, she's a kid.

-GIRL ON VIDEO: Really?
-MAN: Yeah. Don't you know?

-You have such nice blue eyes.
-Ah... The fuck is this?

They bury this shit
in the reels,

few minutes at a time.

The perverts know
where to find it.

This is playing here in one
of your booths, Francis.

You didn't even know about it,
did you?

I don't wanna see this.

Brought to you
by your good buddy,

Robert DiBernardo. Biggest name
in kiddie porn.

Distributes more of this filth
than anybody.

That's who you wanna be
in business with?

I don't have nothing
to do with this.

-What's your point?
-You wanna deal with a pervert,

it's up to you. It's your head
on the pillow at night.

You should have brought your
amateur thing to me first,

Francis, okay?
You're in my crew.

I told you fucking no, Rudy.

-(BANGING ON WALL)
-BOOTH CUSTOMER: Keep it down!

Ay, mind your business!

Look, you want my loyalty?
You shoulda cut me in

when I proved I was an earner.

Instead, you fucked me.

-So, get your hands
outta my fucking pocket.
-(COINS JINGLE)

BOOTH CUSTOMER:
Shut the fuck up!

-(DOOR RATTLING)
-FRANKIE: I'm fucking done
talking about this! Fuck!

And fuck you, pencil dick!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER,
WOMAN MOANING)

BOBBY DWYER: Tonight,
while you're out in the field,

all communication is by beeper.

Out in the field.
Like it's the military!

Yes, commander.

Black Frankie will stay on site
with you,

as well as drive you
to and from the venue.

I have a question.
What do you do?

We're out there
working our pussy,

Black Frankie is taking us
back and forth,

-Bernice is behind the desk--
-I don't got time

to explain to you
how management works.

Just give 'em the beepers.

Ladies.

Miss Madison, you are wrapped.

(SIGHS) Thank you, you have been
so helpful today.

Oh, you're so sweet!
My pleasure.

Here you go.

-What's this?
-You can cash it tomorrow.

Cash it tomorrow?
I sucked a dick today.

The neighbors called
the fucking pigs.

-Fuck!
-(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-WOMAN: Please!

LORI: So fucking sick
of this fucking shit!

Fuck!

MONICA: Wait,
where are you going?

LORI: Fuck. Shit.

(SIREN WAILING)

(GRUNTS) Fuck.

Fuck!

-(SIREN CONTINUES)
-(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(PEOPLE WHOOPING, LAUGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

WALL STREET YUPPIE:
For both of us.

Hell yeah!

♪ ("THE MEDICINE SONG"
BY STEPHANIE MILLS PLAYS) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
AND LAUGHTER)

Money, money, money.

-WOMAN: Whatever you want!
-Thank you...

thank you, thank you.

♪ Mama's gonna give you
Some medicine ♪

Woo! It's a party in there.

-Oh yeah?
-Yeah, I shit you not.

Seven guys, 300 a head,
that's 2100.

You got them
mathematical skills.

No wonder you're on Wall Street.

But seriously? We could charge
a lot more.

Maybe even build in
a little more for me, I mean,

this could be a whole new line
of business

right here, you know?

Woo!

STEPH:
And I'm thinking, how much?

For a book
he hasn't written yet?

Can I interest you in a few
paintings I haven't painted?

-(ALL CHUCKLE)
-STEPH: No, really,

these advances are nuts!

-For who? Not me.
-That's my point. All the money

goes to celebrity authors,
real writers get screwed.

Speaking of where
all the money goes,

did you buy your yacht yet,
Mr. Fortune 500?

-(LAUGHS)
-Why not two yachts?

His and hers, sounds serious.

-We'll see where it goes, right?
-You betcha.

So, Eileen, what do you do
to pay the bills?

-Mm. I work in film.
-Have we seen you in something?

Nah, I'm more behind
the camera, really.

Uh, I'm a porn director.

Eileen is being modest.

She is known for high quality
femme erotica.

-Right?
-Yeah, you betcha.

(ALL GIGGLING)

PHIL: Femme erotica?
So that's all women?

No, no, it's men too.

It's everybody.
It's full on.

You know, we don't hold back.

STEPH: Okay, I have about
eight million questions.

-Okay, shoot.
-MARK: Oh, boy, here we go.

(GASPS) Reg, gotta know,
was he one of yours?

Who, what?

The guy who was just
on the stairs?

Oh, God damn it, no.
Was he cute?

-Oh, mega.
-Oh, fuck.

-Yeah.
-Probably 408.

She get all the fly ones,
ol' spoiled bitch.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

Ay, come smoke a bowl with me.

Um... okay.

♪ (AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(SILVERWARE CLINKING)

EMPLOYEE: Here you are, five.

Have fun.

♪ ("FATAL CRASH IMMERSED
THE START"
BY MODERN ART PLAYS) ♪

(MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES)

(MUFFLED LAUGHTER)

PATRON: Slow down!
Slow down! Slow down!

(PATRON GROANS)

PATRON 2: Fuck me harder!
Come on!

MAN: You like it, right?

Take that! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

MALE VOICE: Hola, Papi.

Hey, daddy.

(MAN MOANING SEXUALLY)

No, because Miss Thing
was trying to be all fierce.

She was like...

♪ ('LET THE MUSIC PLAY"
BY SHANNON PLAYS) ♪

♪ We started dancing
And love put us in... ♪

-(THUDS)
-Oh!

(MELISSA LAUGHS)

We fell out! Miss One needed
emergency services,

-do you hear me? E.M.S., honey!
-(LAUGHING) Oh, my God!

-I am gagging!
-Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Did I show you what
Marc-Steven bequeathed unto me?

No.

♪ I thought it was clear
The plan was we would share ♪

♪ This feeling just
Between ourselves ♪

-Oh, my God.
-Worn by Miss Diana Ross

to the 1976 Grammy Awards
the year she was nominated

for Best R&B Vocal
Performance for "Love Hangover."

(SINGING)
♪ If there's a cure for this ♪

Oh, you don't believe me?

Provenance, darling.

-Prov-e-nance.
-Okay, this is...

-This is, like, fucking major!
-Okay, bitch?

The upside to all of
your friends dropping dead.

(MELISSA LAUGHING)

♪ ("ONCE IN A LIFETIME"
BY TALKING HEADS PLAYS) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground ♪

♪ Into the blue again
After the money's gone ♪

♪ Once in a lifetime
Water flowing underground ♪

♪ You may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house? ♪

♪ You may ask yourself ♪

♪ Where does that
Highway go to? ♪

♪ And you may ask yourself
Am I right? Am I wrong? ♪

♪ And you may say to yourself
"My God! What have I done?" ♪

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

♪ Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground ♪

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT
OVER SPEAKER)

♪ ("THE DEUCE"
THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

ABBY PARKER: If you could do
one thing, what would it be?

Hi.

FRANKIE MARTINO:
It's not how it looks.

What's it look like, Frankie?

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

EILEEN MERRELL: But to me,
people are weighed down

by how other people see them.

I mean, I'm gonna live my life

for someone else's idea
of what's normal.

There is no normal.

Normal is a lie.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

♪ (80s MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

FRANKIE MARTINO:
I know the way.

Straight down Bondage Alley,
right at Fetish Lane.

The content of pornography
devolved by the mid-80s.

From the promise of art
back into loops.

Another way that
the pornography industry changed

was that it became
more denigrating to women,

and they were asked to do things

that they didn't have to do
in the beginning.

Lori, we're paying your rate
for anal.

Not with vegetables you're not.

We don't know how long Lori
has been encountering this,

but we see right away that
she's not pleased with it.

-Fuck, Kiki!
-KIKI RAINS: Lori...

Whatever!

She has her own ego
and thinks she's a star,

and you know,

doesn't want to do anything
that seems less than that.

The whole "Best of Lori Madison"
thing...

doesn't happen without this.

It's not of her mindset to be
doing this kind of porn,

and I don't think she can
catch up with

this totally different way
of being sexualized.

This is still a little light.

It ain't your fault.

Rudy knows what you're dealing
with down here.

Does he?

DAVID SIMON: 1985, I believe,

was the year in which
Life Magazine said,

"Now, anyone can get AIDS."

GEORGE PELECANOS:
People didn't know anything.

Doctors knew very little,
so there was a lot of hysteria.

Our peek into what was going on
in the hospital

is through Shay.

You have to throw your mind
back to that moment

when people didn't understand
AIDS, how it was contracted.

People are trying to put
the pieces together

of this puzzle that...

that a lot of people in the city
are falling like flies,

and nobody quite understands
the transmission

or what's happening.

Baby, we-- we have to be smart

with our bodies
and not push too hard.

We're really, we're four years
into the epidemic at that point.

He's navigating it with
a great deal of concern,

as well as guilt.

Despite being full of
and fastened to hope and faith

that Todd's gonna make it,

he's anticipating the worst

because that's what's happening
to everyone.

CARL CAPOTORTO:
That was another really
heartbreaking thing to write.

'Cause I did live through
this era.

I was a playwright in New York
in that era,

and all kinds of other writers,
directors,

my friends,
and friends of friends,

and just people I admired
on stage,

just dropping dead.

I mean, just in droves
around you, it was shocking.

It's really, really hard
to convey the scale of loss,

and, uh, terror.

Before we go through
your blood panel,

let's make sure you understand
what it'll tell us,

and what it won't.

Oh, Jesus.

SIMON:
Ironically, the gay community
was truly being affected,

in every fundamental way,
of course, by HIV.

But the disproportionate fear
in the heterosexual community

was also in play.

At the time, everyone was living
to a degree of ignorance

and to a degree of terror.

Where does it say the answer?

CAPOTORTO: He's paranoid.

It was a chance, frankly,
to make a little bit light,

to add a little bit of humor,
to, uh--

to what was going on
at the time.

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