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Where you goin', Lori?

_

I'm the dumbest john ever.

With you, all I get for my money

is a bunch of fucking headaches!

Fuck you!

It's time for him to come home.

He doesn't want to die in the hospital.

Then you need to tell his family.

He hasn't seen his family since 1969.

We're happy that he has you.

This isn't who you are.

I might be the smart one,

but Vincent's the good one.

Uh... Could I get an iced tea?

Sure thing.

Hey, hon. Can I get a refill?

I'll be with you in a minute.

Coffee ain't as hot as you, babe.

You smell nice. Is that perfume?

- You bet. - Hey, Cheryl.

I'll be right with you.

Thanks, Randall. See you later.

You're like the wind.

Just watching you work.

You bring some grace to it.

- Who notices stuff like that? - You seein' this?

Hey, honey.

- We're ready for ya! - Go ahead, go ahead.

Let me know if you need anything.

Here she comes!

What? What do you guys want?

Actually, I'm not really that hungry.

Oh, my gosh.

I just wanna enjoy the view.

Oh, you guys.

Come on. I'm married but not blind.

She's playing hard to get.

But she wants it. You know the type.

She's workin' hard, see?

- Whoa. Look at her move. - Talia.

- Eileen. You can call me "Tal." - Okay.

Let me guess what it is.

Uh... Well, so far I've shot most of my own movies.

There's a feeling in this I...

I don't know how to capture.

You know, and your work on Talking Back. I loved it.

So, you ladies ready to order?

Um... I will have a seltzer.

I think we need a few more minutes.

So, you know, we're in this woman's world...

- Okay, I'm back. - ... seeing what she sees.

I want it to feel really real.

I mean, I want it to be hard to watch sometimes.

But I also want it to have some art to it.

- Mm. - I mean, look at that.

You know, so even if she's outside on the crowded streets,

I want you to feel like she's isolated in her own world.

Oh, you don't want it to be voyeuristic.

Well, I don't know.

What I mean is:

you can have anything on the menu.

Stand on that, sweetheart.

We're just kidding around, sweetheart.

Assholes.

- What I was trying to say... - Are any of you going to want

- anything else on the menu tonight? - With a story like this,

what it comes down to is

we're either with the woman or we're watching her.

You know? And she's doing things that invite...

How do you put up with that?

I work for tips.

What world do you live in?

- Synced & corrected by MementMori - -- www.addic7ed.com --

Okay...

It's all there.

What's this?

My brother's legacy?

Well, Rudy knows about it.

He does.

How's Rudy been with you?

He seems okay.

All right. Listen, uh...

I gotta talk to him one-on-one.

You mind working up front?

Yeah.

No problem.

The priority now

is everything facing Broadway and 47th

and 48th as far down as 8th Ave.

Turning that parcel closes

four adult-use businesses at once.

Owners?

It's the same LLC.

And they don't wanna sell.

They're holding out for top dollar.

Condemnation. How about that?

It's a state process,

and they're tied up with the 42nd Street project.

They're not gonna do this one for us.

So, you want me to sic the newspapers on 'em?

Drag 'em out into the light?

No.

That won't work either.

Do you recognize those names?

Moneymen?

They're bundling all kinds of campaign money for Koch.

Untouchables, politically.

So, how do we touch 'em?

We bluff.

You bluff.

Me?

You ever hear of this thing called, uh, good-cop, bad-cop?

You watch too much TV.

Almighty and ever-living God,

remember the mercy

with which you graced your servant Joan in life.

Receive her. We pray into the mansions of the saints.

As we make ready our sister's resting place,

look also with favor on those who mourn

and comfort them in their time of loss.

Grant this through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Amen.

He had gambling debts,

but I would've known if they were bad.

I heard he was selling coke,

but I didn't get that from my shop.

The fuck you say.

What?

Frankie was selling coke to Pasquale Cacace.

You sayin' Frankie was tied up with Tony Cacace's kid?

I'm not sayin'. I'm knowin'.

Frankie was killed by Pasquale over some bullshit.

- You certain of this? - Yeah.

And he's in your crew.

You tellin' me nobody came to you about this?

To me? No, Vincent.

His father and I go back,

but the kid was a fuckin' chooch.

How the fuck does my brother get into business

with somebody in your crew,

and you don't hear nothin' about it?

And you know what?

At the end, I'm talkin' about the point of dyin'...

Pasquale begged me to find Longo.

He said he ran this whole fuckin' mess.

And, Rudy, he wasn't lyin'.

Good for you, Vincent.

I didn't think you had it in you.

So, you're telling me...

you didn't know anything about what Longo was up to?

I didn't know...

but if you're right and Tommy fucked up...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.

He's protected.

Tommy's on me.

Thanks for the drink.

Oh, you got the envelope, or Irene?

No. I got it.

For the Hi-Hat, too.

Here.

What's this?

That's your brother, right?

So... you put a rock on his stone...

to show that you visited. Its, uh, like a remembrance.

It's a Jewish thing.

Is that right, Mr. Jaffe?

It's good juju.

This family never had any luck.

So, what else do... do Jewish people do

- when someone dies? - We fress.

- What's that? What's fress? - We eat.

Like crazy. We sit shiva for days on end...

Tell stories and lies about the dead.

The lying part I get.

Dad.

Hey, Dad.

I'm sorry for your loss, Eileen.

- Thank you. - Joan was a good wife to my brother,

and a wonderful mother to Adam.

- Hey, Dad. - Let's go.

I'm sorry to have met you under these circumstances,

Mr. Merrell.

Dad, you were a good husband to her.

She loved you and she knew you loved her.

I can't tell if it's me

or if it's the city. I mean, I loved it for so long.

All of it.

The good, the bad.

Loved it when I was wrecked and ruined.

Loved losing myself in it.

Reinventing myself.

Vin?

Hey.

Hi, Vincent.

Pilar.

He okay?

God invented pain.

Man invented booze.

You're at war with pain every night, aren't you?

- Something that matters. - Something that will last?

But I am no artist. Pain lasts.

Reg?

Baby, you tryin' to float outta hear like a ghost?

Christ, look at all that sand we trucked in.

What is this, like '80?

- Eighty-one? - Let me see.

Oh, '81. Yeah.

I'm the only one in this photo still alive.

I tell ya, I...

I wake up every morning,

and I wonder, "Why am I still here?" You know?

Did you get tested?

Yeah, yeah. I'm negative. I don't know how.

- But I am. - Right.

- You? - Nah.

I've got it, I'm sure. I've been everywhere twice.

I'm thinking about giving money to Rothenberg.

Came into the bars, talking to voters.

AIDS funding is his thing.

Yeah, I mean, he's great, but, uh...

having one guy on the city council is not enough.

I mean, Koch, man. That fucking closeted prick.

He had the chutzpah to speak at my synagogue.

I mean, four years and 1,500 deaths later,

and finally, he lets a word about it slip out his mouth.

I mean, we need the mayor to lead.

That's where you should put your money.

I hate playing this game.

- What, politics? - Mm-hm.

Yeah, well...

Why should I have to pay for people to do jobs

that they already get paid for?

I run bars and baths, and...

I back a stage play now and then,

but how is any of that political?

How many times did you see Tod's Bent performance?

How many?

- Six. - Six. Okay.

And you still don't get this?

Look, Paul, you get tested.

You find out you may die. I mean...

the way things are going, you probably will die.

So then, what does it matter?

Make a noise.

Die screaming.

Don't let those gutless bastards look away for a moment,

because, I mean, if they can... they will.

Ten minutes into New Jersey, I...

knew I made a mistake.

What happened?

He didn't speak until we got through the Lincoln Tunnel.

And I looked over and I swear I could...

just... I knew everything that he wanted to say.

In his head, he wants to let this all go.

He knows that he has to,

that the only way to start over is to actually start over.

You know, no questions, no talk, no "How could you do this?"

"Why did you do this?"

"What was I supposed to think when I saw you in the movies?"

But that's what's in his head.

In his heart...

he needs the answers.

He's an asshole.

No...

Not... Not... Not anymore. He's not that.

I don't know. You know those people...

who have problems, who stop drinkin' or druggin' and...

they still just always seem wrecked?

Like a... Dry drunks.

It was good to see my brother, though. He's doing...

better than I could've hoped.

And his kids were great.

Aunt Melissa.

Aunt Margaret, actually.

Ooh, I like Margaret.

Why'd you change?

Because no whore named Margaret ever made any money.

Like they blame Mussolini for them losing the fucking war.

Right?

Hey, Rudy.

He's in the back.

- Want me to tell him you're here? - ♪ No one knows ♪

♪ What the future will hold ♪

Carmine.

Don't get up, don't get up.

So... what's the problem now?

Look. Tony knows his son was no angel,

but, Rudy, there's no talking to him.

The man's grieving.

You gotta give him the shooter.

That's my fucking granddaughter,

- you goddamn... - Me?

He killed some fucking drug dealer who was one of your earners

and that guy's got a brother, a twin.

We know this, Rudy.

I don't know who killed Cacace's kid,

but my guy's an earner, Carmine,

and he's been an earner for 15 good years.

Tony's got weight, Rudy.

He has weight, yeah.

But his son was a cokehead piece of shit

who clipped one of our earners for no good reason,

and the price to that is...

the guy's twin brother rightfully came back on him.

Tell me how this is wrong?

Ah. Statazitt, all right?

Nobody's saying the kid wasn't a piece of shit.

Tony's crying to the boss.

The boss has already got enough trouble

with that Jerome Avenue bunch, so...

he's likely gonna give him this one.

So, now we're out two earners?

No, Carmine. Not fair.

I got some weight, too.

And I've been stepped on now and then

and looked for your help. And when it didn't come,

I didn't cry to no one, I took my lumps.

But now, with this...

My guy's always been right. For years.

He's never so much as cheated us out of a goddamn dime,

and now his brother's dead and does what any man would?

- No, Carmine. - Tony's a friend of ours, Rudy.

His son wasn't.

And you can tell the boss it was me on this.

I gave my guy permission. Me.

Okay.

I'll take that back.

Diamonds.

♪ And the birds in the spring ♪ ♪ When they sing will tell me ♪

♪ That love never dies ♪

- I'm heading out. - All right.

Would you like a drink, sweetheart?

Sure.

Thanks, Bobby.

- What's your name again? - Bree.

Bree. You should call me Bobby.

I just did.

Oh. Yeah. Right, you did.

Oh, hey, Tommy.

Just so you know, this week is light.

Same as it's been.

Still?

When Black Frankie got locked up,

we had to cut back on the outcalls.

Some of our girls quit on us.

So far, we haven't gotten them back.

Where'd they go? A convent?

- We're not sure. - Well, you want me to tell Rudy

you misplaced his whores?

Come on, Bobby. Figure it the fuck out.

You heard the man.

Figure it the fuck out.

Please, leave a message...

- Oh. - ... when you hear the tone.

Where can I...

It's me.

If you're there, can you pick up?

I really need you to help me with this thing I have.

It's... It's really gonna work if I can get it up and running.

So, look, I'm... I'm sorry about the other stuff...

- Are you there? - Yeah.

Adam, you missed your nana's funeral.

That was today?

You know, you don't have your family,

you're alone in this world.

Oh, right. That was today. I was gonna go,

but my only chance of this business meeting

with this investor was today and he was going to...

It's a hell of a thing.

Mm-hm.

I'm having a fundraiser for the GMHC...

at the Townhouse next month.

Must be difficult.

I mean, this is your life and your job.

Screwdriver.

- Thanks. - Hey, Mark.

- You're not drinking? - Mm-mm.

I'm happy you're back, Gene.

Well... as long as we're careful, right?

Yeah. As long as we're careful.

I gotta take off.

That's too bad.

- I could use another. - Mm.

I'm still figuring out the night.

It's good to see you.

Is he okay?

His boyfriend just died.

A man who spares no expense. I like that.

How 'bout you come share it with me?

Are you sure you have enough?

Whatever you'd like.

A little more ice, please.

Still got our pager, I see.

Finders keepers.

Sit, Frankie.

So, y'all thinkin' we can be cut out.

That's the game.

I had the pussy.

Bobby had the beepers.

Now, I have the pussy and the beepers both.

You all were taking too much and doing too little for it.

Transport, protection.

Taxis.

And the hotel detectives look out for us

and ask only for a taste of what you all were pocketing.

- Is that right? - That's right.

Hey, sweetie.

- Glad to see you got out. - Thank you, darling.

Tell Bobby I said hi.

I'll do that.

You take care of that thing, you hear?

You made a promise.

I know. I...

- It's for protection. - From what?

From what killed Frankie? Hmm?

Are you next?

Are we in trouble?

Do you know who killed your brother?

What the fuck is going on, Vince?

Like you care.

I mean, you haven't been here since he died.

I mean, wh... where the fuck you been for me?

Where have I been for you?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- You're not here, Abby. - Oh, my God.

I need you, you... you're down at the bar.

You're off with Pilar of whatever fuckhole

wants to make an art project outta piss

and fucking street trash?

This fucking cause, this fucking meeting.

I'm right here, Abby!

I've been here, waitin'.

Where the fuck did you go?

Answer me.

Why do you need a gun?

Fuck this!

Calm down. Calm down.

Okay, calm down.

Your brother is shot to death, nobody knows why,

you have a fucking gun? And you expect me to calm down?

Abby.

Abby. Abby!

You promised.

Your fucking spontaneous side? Come here.

Come here. Do not blame your fucking AC

when you have him standing in fr... This is not a practical!

Huh? Look this shadow! Look at me!

Who is this? A ghost?

What am I, the... the specter of Jacob Marley

come back from the dead to tell this whore

- to repent for her sins? - I saw something, I went for it.

- It could've worked. I'm sorry. - Nah, bullshit.

Here we go. Look, in our midst.

Huh? In our midst,

a director who knows how to set a fucking light. Huh?

Look, everybody, it's the legendary Candy Renee

gracing our humble, uh... uh...

- little flesh pit here. - Harvey, shut the fuck up.

Here, here. Come. Stuart.

Gaze upon a director who shows up to work

with a shot list and sticks to it. Okay?

Come... Come touch the fucking hem of her garment.

All right? So that you can hope against hope that maybe

some shards of competence and professionalism

- will fall for you... - Don't rattle.

- ... to gather unto yourself. - He talked to me like this

the first five years we worked together.

- Three years, maybe. - Can I talk to you?

Yeah. Sure.

Dopey, talk to Eddie. Okay? Figure out your next move.

Video isn't film, but it still costs money.

Market's saturated

since everyone can just take home their favorites.

People are only gonna watch so many movies.

Distribution's how you make money.

Mark at Cal Vista was saying a single retailer

used to buy 20 copies of a title.

You were at a meeting with Cal Vista?

Yeah, we had drinks.

What'd he say?

Production's a money pit.

Too many new releases flooding the market.

What does that mean?

Greg, when you started this company,

you said that you had a plan.

I do have a plan, but for now...

it's to break even.

Where should we go for dinner?

I have a shoot tomorrow.

So, what is the plan?

The plan is for you to be Lori Madison

like no one else can be Lori Madison.

Tour was good money, but was talking to Kiki

and she made it clear that now you need to get back

on the horse and ride. Go big.

Show people what they haven't seen before.

What the fuck haven't they seen before?

Okay, maybe we should buy back some of my titles

and then we could start a mail order business

where we sell, like, signed boxes

and slicks and magazines and stuff like that.

Do you think we have enough money left to do that?

I saw something the other night.

What'd you see?

It was a waitress.

No, you know, it doesn't fucking matter.

I saw a moment and I realized that...

all my talking to the girls, everything I saw in the street,

you know, I was trying to pull that through the keyhole.

I was gonna tell people about a life they can't know.

Right? I was going to tell them my little truth.

That was my big idea. That was my movie.

Okay.

- So, what? - So, it's not my truth.

It's the whole fucking world.

This is how we learn to live.

What we trade, what we give away,

you know, what the fucking price of everything is.

The price of wh... What is the price of everything?

Okay, look. I used to fuck guys for 30 dollars.

And I was selling it short.

But every woman in this world, she's selling shit.

Even if she doesn't wanna be.

She's still got a price tag on her somewhere.

Every one of us.

Well, that's pretty fucking cynical.

- Oh, it is? - I mean, yeah, even for me.

This is your world.

You guys made this motherfucker.

Harvey, come on.

How do we end damn near every fuck scene on camera?

We have the guy pull his dick out

and cum on a woman's face,

and we call it the money shot.

I mean, who makes love

and finishes that way every damn time?

Or I should say, who,

before we made the dirty movies to teach them how?

But what men want...

No, what they'll pay for...

that becomes the world.

And we're all whores from this.

All right, so what is this movie... a... about?

Yeah, well,

it's not gonna be about the life.

You know, that was me making it just about me.

And that was me...

giving an audience something to gawk at and say,

"Hey, look at those fucked up bitches.

They're doing what good people don't."

I mean, that was me letting everybody off the hook.

No, it's just gonna be about a woman in this world.

You know, she could be a waitress.

She could be a secretary,

doesn't fucking matter.

But everything she does, everywhere she goes...

she's got a price tag hanging on her ass.

Are people still fucking in this movie?

Yeah, of course, they're fucking.

There's no getting around the fact that they fuck.

I'll you what, Miss Merrell.

I'll give you 20 grand.

I'll skin it off the next five straight-to-videos,

but you gotta match it

with another 20 from somewhere else. How's that?

Goldman has some pull with the Marriott people,

- but I can't guarantee... - Can't guarantee?

- Now, did I say that to you? - No. No, you didn't.

One other thing.

It feels like the best days of public morals are behind us.

Frankly, Lieutenant Alston, I'm beginning to believe

that you and Goldman and all the do-gooders

are actually gonna clean up enough of this shithole

so the Deuce doesn't pay like it used to.

I think you're gonna ruin the place for me.

Your confidence in us is inspiring.

I wanna work nights at the Marriott,

so I can have a nice, easy spot where I can finish out my time.

I'm on the captain's list. When I get promoted,

I don't wanna get tossed back into the bag.

And where does Captain Haddix

wanna finish out his stellar career?

Intel.

Or if you guys can't swing that for me, maybe the academy.

- Anything else? - No.

It's a good meal.

We should do this more often.

Wait, stop.

Stop?

Uh... Let me just finish this thought.

Sorry.

I'm not a natural writer. This is so fucking hard.

This, too.

- All right. I'm going to sleep. - Okay.

I'll wake you up.

I promise.

Okay...

All right, here we go.

Break a leg.

You're late.

So, why don't you give us the address

so we can just get there ourselves?

No way. The cops are still raiding sets.

They bust one of the Vivid shoots

- over in Silverlake last week. - You think I'm gonna tell the cops?

They don't know where we're going.

Nobody can tell anybody nothing. Come on. Get in.

Where are all the girls?

How you doin', Tom?

♪ My heart was free ♪

♪ Once not long ago ♪

♪ When you were here ♪

Made my collections.

Wanna head uptown, see that guy about that thing?

Cacace's kid. Pasquale?

What about him?

He was buying coke from Frankie.

That's what it was all about.

I heard that, too.

You heard that?

Yeah. Yeah.

That Frankie... Frankie was into that.

The fuck, Rudy?

You gonna lie to me, Tommy, lie with some respect.

Don't lie to me like I'm some kind of shit-for-brains.

- Lie to me like it matters. - That was Frankie's business.

He didn't line the kid up as a customer. You did that.

- You were a part of that, then. - I had nothing to do with it!

I didn't even touch the shit.

Oh!

All I did was steer people to Frankie. That's all.

Now you're steering people.

As a favor to Frankie Martino?

Huh? You didn't get paid or nothin'?

You're a fucking imbecile.

You came up in my crew.

All these years and this is what you do,

just to put more money in your pocket?

And now, we've lost an earner and I got people on me

to take out Vincent, which I'm not gonna do.

You know why, Tommy?

'Cause that kid is loyal.

You know what loyal means?

Everything you touch, I'm supposed to get a taste.

You lied, and you stole from me.

I didn't tell because you said

you didn't want to have anything to do with the stuff.

Oh. You were looking out for me here.

You...

Hm.

Rudy.

I'm sorry.

I'll make it right.

Hey, can I get another towel?

Hey, Brett.

Oh, hey, Lori. Glad you could join us.

What's with the crowd?

Well, every bang needs a gang.

No fucking way.

My dance card says blowjob, regular fucking,

male-female-female, and then, a group thing at the end.

This is the group thing.

We shoot it first while you're fresh.

No, no, no. A group thing is three or four people.

Maybe five if the money's right.

You have half of Van Nuys in a fucking warehouse.

Lori, look... some of them are just here

for the wide shot to sell it.

Once we get going, only half of them are gonna be fuckin'.

I mean, once we get shootin' tight,

no one's gonna know whose dick is whose...

If there's anyone here you don't wanna do,

just let me know. I'll pull him.

Hey. I'm here for you.

Lori, baby, come on!

Be ready for you in 20, okay?

Oh, it's just you in the chair today, Lor,

so whenever you're ready.

Hello, Ki...

Yeah, you need to get the fuck here right now.

Okay, where are you?

- Hey, where the fuck am I? - It's on Van Nuys past Sherman.

The left after the car wash.

It's a warehouse, Van Nuys,

past Sherman, it's near a car wash.

- What car wash? What's the... - Just fucking find me.

You ready?

No, I'm not fucking ready!

Fifth of July.

What did he smoke, like two packs a play?

- Did you take all these? - Mm-mm.

A few weeks before he died...

our friends started giving me photos.

There's always this moment...

when they're telling their stories

where they'll look me straight in the eye...

and they'll say, "He was so beautiful."

Hmm.

Like, I might just one day forget.

What happens to these memories when I die?

Hello. Got a delivery.

It's okay.

- Sign here. - Thanks.

Have a good one.

If you want, um...

I could help you make an archive for the theater.

So, people will know what you guys had.

I want you to do more than that.

I'm okay. Right now.

But when I'm gone, it's up to you to sell everything off.

This place, the bar, the baths. All of it.

Liquidate everything...

and give all the money to GMHC.

What about Vincent's cut?

If Vincent feels like he's owed, then pay him,

but I'm guessing, if it's you, he won't ask.

I can't think of anyone else.

And I've already had a lawyer put your name on all my papers.

So...

Vin and me...

Problems?

Nothing lasts, does it?

"As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods.

They kill us for their sport."

Pardon?

Shakespeare.

Like I could be with this man for ten years

and not learn a thing or two?

You completely fucking blindsided me with this!

I thought you liked working with Brett.

You know what I like?

I like an agent who actually looks out for me.

Maybe next time, give me a fucking heads up.

I was looking out for you by actually booking you on a job.

This is a thing now, Lori.

I'm here if you need me.

All right, all right, uh...

Come on, come on. Look alive, guys.

Come on. Get in.

Come on. Get into position.

So...

You ready?

I'm gonna finish my cigarette first.

Sure.

You do that.

Mr. Hoffman,

thank you so much for coming in.

Hey, Ann. Phil, good to see you.

Wish it were under better circumstances.

I know.

- Oh... - I ain't gonna make my call.

- Oh, yeah, you can't work. - Shit.

Maybe you could fill in.

As a costumer? Fuck do I know about dressing actors?

Just tell Karen that you're covering for me today.

I don't wanna lose the gig.

- Okay. Okay. I'll be you. - Thank you.

But first, you need Tylenol and some water.

Uh... No water. There's, uh,

cans of Coke in that cabinet right there.

- This one? - Yeah.

I hoarded this stuff.

Sit up. Mm.

Uh... No. I like it from the can.

Mm.

- Two. - Thank you.

Okay. See you next week.

Lor, I'm... I'm over here.

Last one out?

You're fired.

Lori.

Come o... Lori!

We've had this problem with Lieutenant Alston before.

In fact, it's become something of a pattern.

So, get rid of him.

Bury the arrogant son of a bitch.

If only it were that easy.

How can it be hard?

Do you know how much money

I raised for the mayor in his last two campaigns?

You know how much I'm bundling for Ed now?

We've resisted reaching out directly to the mayor's office

on the assumption that your office can get control

- of this man. - I appreciate that, but...

to be honest, I'm not sure even the mayor can maneuver here.

Alston is a unique case in this office.

How so?

Well, for one thing, he made lieutenant,

and Commissioner Ward personally put him there.

That's his rabbi in the department, and...

Ward sees him as a candidate for further elevation.

Are you telling me the police commissioner

doesn't work for the mayor anymore?

Well, given the mayor's political problems

in Harlem, and with the Bronx borough leadership,

I don't think he has the political capital right now

to exile a black lieutenant who has the commissioner's eye.

In fact, I know he doesn't,

because we asked City Hall to move him

from our offices when he began...

dragging property owners in the newspaper

earlier this year.

And word came down that Alston is not to be touched.

The son of a bitch.

He's vicious.

♪ Oh, when I look back now ♪

♪ That summer seemed ♪ ♪ To last forever ♪

♪ And if I had the choice ♪

♪ Yeah, I'd always ♪

- ♪ Wanna be there ♪ - What?

♪ Those were the best days ♪ ♪ Of my life ♪

Pneumocystis pneumonia.

That's why you get winded so easily.

It's your first bout,

so these antibiotics should work

if you don't miss a dose.

We see this a lot in patients with the virus.

Beginning of the end?

End of the beginning.

I'm saying it's up to you.

We still got the bigger client list,

and we got connections with most of the downtown hotels.

And they still gotta pay someone for rides and protection.

But if you want 'em back, it's gonna be a negotiation.

You gonna need to cut 'em in for more.

The fuckin' ingratitude!

I've been a union man my whole life,

and the two things that every union man understands

is that number one, you listen to your shop steward,

and number two, seniority prevails.

Without those two things, you don't get anywhere.

But, see, they kinda unionized all on their own,

- didn't they? - For real.

Ain't this what you call one of those job actions?

Good point.

Start looking for your own place.

Look, I told you I was sorry.

I don't know what more you want me to say!

You think I'm gonna fucking forgive you

for fucking someone else?

Look, you made mistakes too, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, well, I don't do that anymore.

Fact is, I took care of you for years.

Fuck if I'm gonna forgive you.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I don't understand

why Evie is in this situation.

'Cause Colin hasn't cheated on her now,

and then in the next scene she's trusting Steven.

Like, she doesn't make any damn sense.

I just need more of the character, or something.

All right. Let's... Let's just put the scene down for a second.

Um... Maybe this goes way back,

this trust thing. O... Maybe it goes back...

to, like, when you were a little girl,

and your father, and he was everything to you,

because that's what fathers are, right?

They tell you shit, you believe.

And he says there are rules, and he follows them,

and so, you follow 'em.

Or you try to, you know, but...

The world's the world.

And so, say you fuck up with a boy...

Well, you both... The both of you fuck up,

and you're pregnant, and you're 15...

And here come all those rules, right?

These are the ones people say really matter.

This is your baby, and you're gonna...

you're gonna take care of it. It's gonna be hard,

but this is how we do.

Go to your father...

Right? You go to your Catholic drag-your-ass-to-mass father.

And...

you tell him the truth.

And you wait for him to love you anyway.

You wait for him to put his arms around you

and tell you that it's gonna be okay.

And instead, he calls you a name...

and he tells you to get in the God damn car.

And you do, because you don't really know what he means.

Like, is he gonna take you to one of those places

where you go to be a mother if you're not married?

Is he gonna hide you and your baby curves away...

- from the world? - No.

It's, uh... It's an old lady

in a basement apartment who gives hack abortions.

And you're lying on a towel and you're looking...

sideways across a sea yellow Formica table,

and you're looking at

these fucking Flintstone jelly glasses

and you're thinking,

"Oh, I remember when they used to give those out

at the gas stations."

You'd think anything not to think about what's happening.

And for one second, you think...

"Maybe he really cares about me.

Maybe my father cares more about me

than he cares about all these rules.

Maybe that's why I'm here."

Maybe he's thinking about you,

and how fucked up your life will be

if you're a 15-year-old mama.

And... And then, afterwards,

you come up out of the basement,

and you don't know where he is.

You... You... And you figure he went to park the car,

and he's coming back, or whatever, and...

you don't think...

that he got in the car and he drove the fuck away from you.

From you and your gay brother and every other fuckin' thing

that doesn't look the way it should

to someone watching from the outside.

And you realize that he doesn't...

he doesn't really give a fuck.

You realize he needs the lie

more than he could ever need you.

Now... you brilliant woman...

can you do something with that?

- Yeah, I'll try... - Okay. Let's go.

Let's go from the top.

Amá?

- Ay! - Hola, Amá.

Qué tanta bendición.

Dios te bendiga.

Ay, ¡qué linda!

Sí, Amá.

This is, uh, Loretta.

Very nice to meet you.

I brought coconut cake for later.

Oh, that's so nice. Thank you.

- Mm-hm. - I hope you like mofongo.

I love mofongo.

Juan told me how you guys met.

How did we meet?

Where'd you stay last night?

What does it matter where I stayed?

Yeah, you're right. It doesn't matter.

You weren't with me. That's all.

Look... I'm scared.

My brother died.

Just don't go.

We've changed.

I'm still the same. Listen...

All these years I've... I've played by our rules...

but shit, I...

All I ever really wanted was you.

I love you.

Long way back to where we were.

I haven't always been there for you.

I know that, Vincent.

You're here now.

The gun has to go.

It's gone.

Let's go home.

I thought I fuckin' loved redheads.

All of you. Marvelous! Marvelous!

- Thanks, Candy. - Thank you.

- Okay. So, Tuesday... - Tuesday.

... I think we said works for everybody.

- Thanks, Candy. - It was very, very, very...

- very good... performances. - See you Tuesday.

Gimme that drink.

Oh!

Mm.

We're getting there.

Eileen, I...

I just...

Yeah. Yeah. I know, you gotta...

see the damage build.

So, you know why she does what she does at the end.

You know, it's a beautiful script.

It is, right?

Well, you're in it.

I, uh...

Shit!

Lori, what's the big deal?

Shit, Greg! Where'd you find her,

outside of a fucking high school? What the fuck?

You know I've had some fun here and there.

Besides, I've watched you fuck hundreds of guys,

for Christ's sake. This can't be about that.

That's my fucking job.

In fact, it paid for all of this.

- For you. - For us.

I want my fucking money.

Lori.

- Give me my fucking money. - What money?

We're hand-to-mouth right now.

I can't even pay Vibrance the rent due on the office.

I want my fucking money!

- Fuck off. - Give me my fucking money!

- Fuck you, motherfucker! - Fuck!

You fucking cut me, you bitch!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

You know what, go ahead, Lori!

Where you gonna go?

I fucking made you!

Where the fuck are you gonna go?

Koch lies, we die! Koch lies, we die!

Koch lies, we die! Koch lies, we die!

Koch lies, we die! Koch lies, we die!

Koch lies, we die! Koch lies, we die!

Koch lies, we die! Koch lies, we die!

Here's the truth: almost four-thousand cases

of AIDS have been reported in New York City.

Half of those people are now dead.

Fight AIDS, not gays!

Fight AIDS, not gays! Fight AIDS, not gays!

The mayor is expected to dedicate funds to hospice,

home care and housing for people with AIDS...

I hope you nice fellas, uh,

- are enjoying yourselves. - All we get promised is...

- Fuck you. - ... ten extra beds at Bellevue.

Hey. Where you been all night?

You give any more thought to that place over on Gansevoort?

Somebody made an offer but the, uh,

landlady made a courtesy call, so,

still yours if you want it.

Hey, Vince.

Mike.

I gotta go, Vince.

Go where?

Mike?

Hey.

Mike!

Where are you goin'?

Michael!

Where'd they grab you?

In you go.

You got outrun by a cop?

I would've made it,

but I was trying to get a token out of my pocket,

and I fumbled it out.

I was picking it up off the sidewalk

- when he grabbed me. - P-funk?

Fuck the token. You should've jumped the turnstile.

Don't worry, we're all gonna get out of here.

Fuck.

Parlors are still light.

Bobby says we gotta do something

about losing the girls on outcall.

Yeah...

Paul's weekly's light, too.

That is what it is.

That's the Hi-Hat.

- Tommy. - Yeah?

I'm sorry I had to get hot about it.

You don't got to apologize.

How many years we been together?

Yeah. Something had to be said, you know?

Yeah, I know.

You're not wrong.

Glad to clear the air.

Me too.

All right.

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So you're telling me that I can never really escape the life?

It hasn't been easy, making changes.

No such thing as an ex-porn star.

I'm just another woman living in a gilded cage.

Just shake it off and move on.

We gotta do something else. We can't fight the future.

What's your name, baby?