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STALKER: Hey, Lori Madison.

Where you goin', Lori?

(CRYING)

HARVEY WASSERMAN:
I'm the dumbest john ever.

With you, all I get for my money
is a bunch of fucking headaches!

Fuck you!

PAUL HENDRICKSON: It's time
for him to come home.

He doesn't want to die
in the hospital.

Then you need to tell
his family.

PAUL: He hasn't seen his family
since 1969.

PHYLLIS LANG: We're happy
that he has you.

ABBY PARKER:
This isn't who you are.

I might be the smart one,

but Vincent's the good one.

CANDY: Uh...
Could I get an iced tea?

CHERYL: Sure thing.

MAN: Hey, hon.
Can I get a refill?

CHERYL: I'll be with you
in a minute.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Coffee ain't as hot as you,
babe.

-(CHERYL CHUCKLES)
-(MEN LAUGHING)

MAN: You smell nice.
Is that perfume?

-CHERYL: You bet.
-MAN 2: Hey, Cheryl.

I'll be right with you.

Thanks, Randall.
See you later.

-You're like the wind.
-(CHERYL LAUGHS)

Just watching you work.

You bring some grace to it.

(SNORTS)
Who notices stuff like that?

-MAN 2: You seein' this?
-MAN 3: Hey, honey.

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

Let me know if you need
anything.

MAN 3: Here she comes!

CHERYL:
What? What do you guys want?

MAN 3: Actually,
I'm not really that hungry.

CHERYL: Oh, my gosh.

I just wanna enjoy
the view.

-Oh, you guys.
-(MEN LAUGHING)

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.
-CANDY: Talia.

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

CHERYL:
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...

-CHERYL: 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.

-TAL: 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.

-(MEN LAUGHING)
-Well, I don't know.

CHERYL: What I mean is: you can
have anything on the menu.

Stand on that, sweetheart.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(MEN LAUGHING)

MAN: We're just kidding around,
sweetheart.

TAL: Assholes.

-What I was trying to say...
-CHERYL: 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?

♪ ("DREAMING"
BY BLONDIE PLAYS) ♪

♪ I don't want to live
On charity ♪

♪ Pleasure's real
Or is it fantasy? ♪

♪ Reel to reel
Is living verité ♪

♪ People stop and stare at me ♪

♪ We just walk on by ♪

♪ We just keep on dreaming ♪

♪ 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 build a road in gold ♪

♪ Just to have some dreaming ♪

♪ Dreaming is free ♪

-♪ Dreaming ♪
-♪ Dreaming ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Dreaming is free ♪

IRENE: Okay... It's all there.

(GRUNTS)

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.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

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?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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.

PRIEST: 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.

-HARVEY WASSERMAN: Here.
-(CANDY SIGHS)

What's this?

(GROANS)
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?
-HANK JAFFE: We fress.

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

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

HANK: Tell stories and lies
about the dead.

-The lying part I get.
-(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

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.
-SUSAN: 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.

ABBY PARKER:
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.

(ABBY SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

-Vin?
-(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey.

Hi, Vincent.

Pilar.

-He okay?
-(ABBY SIGHS)

(VINCENT SIGHS)

PILAR: God invented pain.

Man invented booze.

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

-Something that matters.
-ABBY: Something that will last?

(VINCENT SIGHS)

ABBY: But I am no artist.
Pain lasts.

(LOUD KNOCKING)

MELISSA: Reg?

(DOG YAPPING)

(SIGHS)

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

PAUL HENDRICKSON:
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... (CHUCKLES)

I wake up every morning,
and I wonder,

"Why am I still here?"
You know?

(SCOFFS)

-(PLAYS PIANO)
-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.

(SIGHS)

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...

PAUL: 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?

(SCOFFS)

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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

(CHUCKLES) Aunt Melissa.

Aunt Margaret, actually.

-Ooh, I like Margaret.
-(MELISSA CHUCKLES)

Why'd you change?

Because no whore named Margaret
ever made any money.

(BOTH LAUGH)

LONGO: Like they blame Mussolini
for them losing the fucking war.

Right?

♪ ("IF WE NEVER MEET AGAIN"
BY KEELY SMITH PLAYS) ♪

MAN: Hey, Rudy.

He's in the back.

Want me to tell him you're here?

♪ No one knows
What the future will hold ♪

RUDY PIPILO: Carmine.

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

(SIGHS) 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.

-MAN: 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.

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.

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.

CARD PLAYER: Diamonds.

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

♪ That love never dies ♪

(SHOWER SQUEAKS, TRICKLES)

-ABBY: I'm heading out.
-VINCENT: All right.

Would you like a drink,
sweetheart?

Sure.

Thanks, Bobby.

BOBBY DWYER:
What's your name again?

-BREE: Bree
-BOBBY: Bree.

You should call me Bobby.

I just did.

(CHUCKLES) Oh. Yeah.
Right, you did.

(DOOR BUZZES)

Oh, hey, Tommy.

Just so you know,
this week is light.

Same as it's been.

Still?

BOBBY: 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.

(PHONE RINGS)

AUTOMATED VOICE: Please,
leave a message...

CANDY: Oh.

...when you hear the tone.

-Where can I--
-(ANSWER MACHINE BEEPS)

-ADAM MERRELL: It's me.
-(CANDY GROANS)

ADAM: 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?
-(SIGHS) Yeah.

Adam, you missed
your nana's funeral.

That was today?

(SIGHS) 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--

(PHONE BEEPS)

(SIREN WAILS IN THE DISTANCE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OUTSIDE)

(CHUCKLES)

It's a hell of a thing.

PAUL: 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.

ENRICO: Screwdriver.

-Thanks.
-PATRON: 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.

(MAN CHUCKLES)

Is he okay?

His boyfriend just died.

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

CALL GIRL: A man who
spares no expense. I like that.

MAN: How 'bout you come
share it with me?

CALL GIRL: Are you sure
you have enough?

HOTEL WORKER:
Whatever you'd like.

CUSTOMER:
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.

(CHUCKLES) 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?

(YELLS) What the fuck
is going on, Vince?

VINCENT: 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.
-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.

(DOOR OPENS, SLAMS)

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.

GREG TAYLOR: Market's saturated

since everyone can just
take home their favorites.

People are only gonna watch
so many movies. (SNIFFS)

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?

GREG: 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. (SIGHS)

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?

(SNIFFS)

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?

(PHONE RINGING)

I saw something the other night.

HARVEY: 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.

-CANDY: 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.

(SCOFFS)

All right,
so what is this movie...

a-- about?

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(SCOFFS)

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.

(GROANS)
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?

CHRIS ALSTON: Goldman has some
pull with the Marriott people,

-but I can't guarantee--
-HADDIX: Can't guarantee?

-Now, did I say that to you?
-CHRIS: 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.

(CHUCKLES)

Wait, stop.

Stop?

CANDY: Uh... Let me
just finish this thought.

Sorry. (GROANS)

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...

GREG: All right, here we go.

Break a leg.

ASSISTANT: You're late.

So, why don't you give us
the address

so we can just
get there ourselves?

ASSISTANT: 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.

(DOOR SLAMS)

Where are all the girls?

How you doin', Tom?

♪ ("LAMENT OF THE LONELY"
BY HONI GORDON PLAYS) ♪

♪ 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.

(YELLS) 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'?

(TOMMY GRUNTS)

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.

(DOOR OPENS)

ACTOR:
Hey, can I get another towel?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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?

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

so whenever you're ready.

KIKI: 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. (CHUCKLES)

What did he smoke,
like two packs a play?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

-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."

ABBY: Hmm.

Like, I might
just one day forget.

What happens to these memories
when I die?

DELIVERY MAN: Hello.
Got a delivery.

It's okay.

-DELIVERY MAN: Sign here.
-PAUL: Thanks.

DELIVERY MAN:
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.

(ABBY SIGHS)

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

Liquidate everything...

and give all the money
to GMHC.

What about Vincent's cut?

(SIGHS) 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.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) So...

Vin and me...

Problems?

-(SIGHS)
-(PAUL CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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?

(SOBS)

LORI: You completely fucking
blindsided me with this!

KIKI: 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.

BRETT: 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.

BRETT: Sure.

You do that.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PHONE RINGS)

GOLDMAN: Mr. Hoffman, thank you
so much for coming in.

Hey, Ann.
Phil, good to see you.

LAWYER: Wish it were
under better circumstances.

GOLDMAN: I know.

-MELISSA: 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.

(MELISSA SCOFFS)

-REG: I hoarded this stuff.
-(MELISSA CHUCKLES)

Sit up.
(SNIFFS) Mm.

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

MELISSA: Mm.

-Two.
-Thank you.

WOMAN: Okay. See you next week.

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

WOMAN: 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.

GOLDMAN: 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.

♪ ("SUMMER OF 69"
BY BRYAN ADAMS PLAYS INSIDE) ♪

♪ 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 ♪

DR. OSER: 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?

DR. OSER: End of the beginning.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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?
-BLACK FRANKIE: For real.

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

(GLASS SHATTERS)

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. (SCOFFS)

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...

(CHUCKLES)
The world's the world.

(SNIFFS) 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...

(SOBS) "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.

(SNIFFS)

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.

(PAPERS RUSTLING)

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

-(SPEAKING SPANISH) Amá?
-RENATA: Ay!

Hola, Amá. Qué tanta bendición.

Dios te bendiga.

-Ay, ¡qué linda!
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Si, Amá.

(SPEAKING ENGLISH)
This is, uh, Loretta.

Very nice to meet you.

I brought coconut cake
for later.

Oh, that's so nice.
Thank you.

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

I love mofongo.

(RENATA LAUGHS)

Juan told me how you guys met.

(LORETTA CHUCKLES)

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.

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

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.

(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

(HORN HONKS)

Let's go home.

I thought I fuckin' loved
redheads.

All of you. Marvelous!
Marvelous!

-BRYAN: Thanks, Candy.
-JAMIE: Thank you.

-Okay. So, Tuesday...
-NICK: Tuesday.

CANDY: ...I think we said
works for everybody.

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

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

Gimme that drink.

Oh!

-Mm.
-(HARVEY SIGHS)

(EXHALES) We're getting there.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

You know,
it's a beautiful script.

(CHUCKLES)

It is, right?

Well, you're in it.

(LAUGHS)

I, uh... Shit!

GREG: 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!
-GREG: (YELLS) Fuck!

You fucking cut me,
you bitch!

Fuck!

(SHOUTING)

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?

CROWD: (CHANTING) 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!

CROWD: Fight AIDS, not gays!
Fight AIDS, not gays!

BILL: 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.

BILL: All we get promised is...

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

(CLAMORING)

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

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!

MAN: Where'd they grab you?

POLICE OFFICER: In you go.

(DOOR SLAMS, LOCKS)

MAN: 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?

MAN: 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.

(WINDOW WINDS DOWN)

-(SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE)
-(GUNSHOT)

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(GUNSHOT)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

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

EILEEN MERRELL: 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.

MAN: What's your name, baby?

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪