All language subtitles for The Deuce S01E07 Au Reservoir

Tick-took, girl.

Let's go.

Ready?

Uh...

Why I gotta clock and she don't?

She doing the movies.

What? That ain't till Saturday, C. C.

She gotta be rested for that shit.

You go punch in.

Uh-huh.

Today, baby.

- Hey, Ash.
- Hey.

Another day, another bunch of dicks.

That's right.

Fuck this.

So, gentlemen,
we're gonna calm down

- and be civil about this?
- I'm civilized.

That was some maneuver
you guys pulled on Matty.

Smaller shit than that
has started wars.

And what did we learn?

Your Jew, he's been skimming
from the both of us.

Hey, Hodas doesn't skim.

Come on, that night's take

was twice as big as his best week.

- Who you fucking kidding, Matty?
- Enough.

The truth is this is a good thing

that this is happening now,

with the dirty movies
about to open up wide.

That's right.
We need to know who we're dealing with

and what we're dealing with.

It doesn't hurt to have
a couple more eyes

on guys like Hodas and the others.

We all got a stake in this thing here.

- Am I right?
- Absolutely.

What are you saying?

What I'm saying is,

there's enough in this world

for all of us to keep a hand in.

- We could open the Deuce up.
- Open it up?

Carmine could develop what he can

and he can keep it.

Same goes for us.

Nobody has to go
in the other guy's pocket here.

- Am I right?
- Done.

That's all over.

They're running
two shifts now.

The daytime girls clock in
for the lunch crowd,

and then another crew
comes in around 10:00.

Have you checked
the property records on these places?

Property records?

To get the names of
the shell companies at least.

Even with the shell,

you can check the articles
of incorporation,

and maybe get the name of a lawyer

who's acting as a resident agent.

You start to look at all of that,

then maybe you start to see a pattern.

You sound like you need
a gold shield guy.

Or maybe a lawyer or three.

Me, I'm just a guy
with seven years in the bag.

Yeah, well, you figured it out
pretty well to this point.

Well, there's five places now

between the Deuce and 3-8.

And you say they're paying

to be protected, right?

Shit, we pushed them into the parlors.

Been running women
off the streets for a while now.

That's been
the goddamn plan all along.

Yeah, the parlors are all paying us.

Why are you telling me this?

I don't know.

Yeah, all right, but the thing

I wanna know is what's gonna happen

now that Lindsay
got his ass beat in Florida?

- You mean with the parlors?
- Yeah, with the parlors.

The cocksucker
isn't gonna go ahead and be president,

so does he turn around

and tell the cops
to kick the doors down?

It's like nobody
knows the rules anymore.

Shit you couldn't do yesterday is on
the books for tomorrow.

Which reminds me.

What the fuck is that?

It's an idea from a friend of mine.

It's a... I don't know,

but it's something
I wouldn't mind talking over

with Hodas and them movie guys.

If that's okay with everyone.

Eh, balls to you, Rudy.

Is, uh, that for, uh...

Yeah, that's for that.

All right, talk it over with Hodas.

Hey, come on down!

That's your building?

I always liked this block.

It used to be my mother's.

She passed,
then I took it over myself.

It's rent controlled.

I've been looking for a better place,

but with what I make...

Well, you wanna see it?

Come on up.

Hey, if you can't trust
one of New York's finest,

that's just sad.

All right, just for
a few minutes, though.

Okay, good.

You know, if you need help
with the shell companies,

I know a guy that...

You know...

So, I'm not a source?

Then why are you still standing there?

For real?

Open bar,

drinks with little sticks in them,

everybody dressed nice.

You don't wanna go?

I'd rather stick splinters in my eyes.

Shit, I'll go for you.

Sorry, but you wouldn't
make it past the club doorman.

Oh, it's like that.

It's not my scene.

Never was.

Just grew up there.

We all gotta leave someplace.

I'm out.

Early for you.

I'm indoors now.

Got the first shift
at one of them parlors.

Is Bernice with you?

Vincent Martino.

What? What'd I do?

Do you own a suit?

No, no way.

Good, you're coming to a party.

In Connecticut.

Just a few friends having drinks.

- Oh. I need a suit for that?
- Fuck, no.

Wear the leather, the one that I like.

And boots.

You like me like that?

Yeah.

You're a prize in that.

Avon calling.

Come on. Go.

Where's the one from two weeks ago?

The little chocolate cherry?

They're all chocolate cherries.

Except that one.

She's vanilla cream. Maybe a Twinkie.

He means Ginger.

- You want Ginger?
- Yeah.

Where the hell is Ginger?

Thought you punched out an hour ago.

Bernice, you're up.

Got a return that likes you.

Come on.

What, only two of them?

Fine, her.

Her? You sure?

Bobby, Bobby, help!

Bobby!

- Shit! What the fuck? What do we do?
- She on that shit.

You got ice? I heard
you put ice on her, it wakes her up.

That's some stupid
ghetto folk shit right there.

It's what I heard.

You think rubbing
frozen water on her titties

is gonna help wash this shit
out of her blood?

Come on, Bobby, help me, man.

All right.

Van is out back.

- What's the closest hospital?
- Roosevelt or St. Clare's.

Raise your loan,
then come back.

We always have a seat
for you, my friend.

George, it ain't over till you got
pennies on your eyes, okay?

Like before, I only see dollars.

Hey, Paul.

What's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?

- I'm a whore.
- Oh.

Well, doesn't make you
a bad person, does it?

In fact, some of my most

successful relationships
have been with hookers.

And I've had hundreds and hundreds

of very successful relationships.

- Ready?
- Mmm-hmm.

Abs, can you cover the bar
until Vince gets back?

I'm late for the show.

Show? What show?

- Uh, it's a party, actually.
- A party?

Yeah, Todd here was in a movie
that shot on Fire Island last summer.

Now it's run for 100 days.

Yeah? And what's the name
of the movie?

- Boys in the Sand.
- Boys in the Sand.

That's that sword and sandal
kind of thing?

Like Lawrence of Arabia or whatever?

Yeah, like that.

You interested
in seeing a movie, Frank?

It depends.

Can I get a plus-one on it?

Mmm. Jeez, I don't know if I'm dressed

for a movie party.

Please, you look hotter than balls.

What do you say?

Hook us up. Me and, uh...

- Ashley.
- Me and Ashley.

We'll go double date with you two.

It'll be like Dobie fucking Gillis.

Boys in the Sand, huh?

- Yeah, it'll broaden Frankie.
- Okay.

Hey, how fast can you down that?

We're late for the red carpet.

Here we go!

They're saying

they're gonna keep her overnight.

Okay.

I can hang if you want me to.

Okay, yeah. Thanks.

- I'm gonna grab dinner.
- Yeah.

- She dead?
- No.

Not even a little.

Black Frankie says
they gave her that Narcan stuff.

She's gonna be okay.
Jesus, that fucked me up.

Like, I gotta be in charge of shit
like that coming down, you know?

- Shay been having a problem.
- I'll say!

- You call Reggie?
- Fuck Reggie!

Hey.

Is this the selection?

There's one in the back,
but she just started with someone,

so, yeah, here you go.

- Her.
- No.

Uh... She's, uh, just finishing
her break, so.

How about Darlene here?

Okay. Darlene.

The fuck is that?

I can't make any money
if you're chasing them away.

What you would've made.

Just sit here with me
for a little while.

I'm still a little bit upset here.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Fuck is this fucking movie?

Get ready. I'm in the next vignette.

"Vignette." What the fuck
is a vignette?

Hey, Paul.

- Lawrence of Arabia, huh?
- Mmm-hmm.

But Lawrence of Arabia
with vignettes and fucking ball sacks.

Just a regular night for me.

I mean, couldn't there be
just one girl in the sand?

Maybe behind
one of the fucking dunes right there?

Oh, don't... Don't watch this part.

Thanks.

- Hello.
- Hey.

Alex speaks very highly of you.

Yeah, I could say the same about you.

Oh. The house detective
picked up on me

- as I went through the lobby.
- They always do.

They're looking out for their guests.

And they are discreet.

So, what would you like?

Some drinks.

Dinner.

Forgive me for not
offering you seating

at the restaurant downstairs.

My wife and I have a lot of...

- Yeah.
- ...friends in New York.

It's no problem.

How about we start
with some old-fashioneds?

Jesus Christ!

The fuck?

You didn't dig it?

I couldn't follow the plot.

It was like a fantasy thing.

Each of the guys
was dreaming about dick

and then dick would appear, you know?

Yeah, I got that much.

I thought it was kind of artistic.

But with a lot of dick.

Yeah!

- There you go.
- See here, Vince.

We need to talk.

- All right.
- Look who's back. My buddy.

- Shut the fuck up.
- Hey!

Son, you need to talk to your kin
and make this shit right.

My kin? I don't know what
you're talking about.

Yeah, you do.

No, I do not.

We can take this outside.

Now.

I drove for 12 hours,
but it was worth it for this.

When I read that you all had done this

and it was that review in Variety...

- So, can I ask you something?
- Sure.

How do you stay hard
like that the whole time?

I mean, like, rock-solid
like a diamond cutter.

- Yeah, well, um...
- Acting, boys, acting.

He's a professional.

- Good job.
- That was actually hard to hear.

What? I meant it.

Look, you're an actor.

You act.

Sure, I am. What did Variety say?

"Casting done by Dial-a-Hustler."

But you were in Variety.

A full review, and not
an altogether awful one

considering its, well...

- Genre?
- Yeah.

Yeah, genre.

Can we go? Let's go.

Mmm-hmm.

Go.

Because in my mind,

y'all got
the custodial responsibilities.

So, you don't want
the macks coming around your shop,

- then you need to step up.
- Reggie.

Now, I got me
a good-money-earning girl,

except she's in line
at the damn methadone clinic right now

instead of on her back
with them legs akimbo.

- You see how that works?
- Reggie.

I feel I should be, um, compensated.

Look, for the last fucking time,

I ain't got shit
to do with the parlor!

Now, you bring that mess
into the Hi-Hat again,

and you're barred, you understand me?

I got no interest down there.

Zero, none!

All right, you take
your problems to Bobby!

You don't bring them
into my bar, ever.

Okay, so little missy in there

don't know nothing about no parlors?

- Gotcha.
- There's nothing to know.

I got nothing to do with any of it.

Now, I'm sorry to hear
about your girl,

but it ain't my shop, all right?

I told you I'm not walking!

You want a drink or not?

Get out.

Where's Arthur tonight?

Um... He's in Iowa
visiting his mother.

We're open about things,
so this is no secret.

My birthday's today.

Shit.

Why didn't you say something?

You were a nice enough
present as it was.

- No.
- Yeah, one of my better birthdays.

And, hey, one year I got Lincoln Logs

and an Erector Set.

An Erector Set, huh?

Look where that got you.

A kid from...

I forget where, Missouri,

26 years old,
and your name's in lights.

In a queer film

that folks are driving
hundreds of miles to see

in a New York City theater.

That's worth celebrating, baby.

For a lot of reasons.

Like it's normal to watch
people fucking on film.

Maybe it is.

Wakefield was telling me
the lab he uses,

they're cutting another film.

All hardcore, feature-length.

- With a story and everything.
- Mmm.

He heard there was $100,000 behind it.

- And they're cutting it together now.
- What?

Wow.

$100,000 for a fuck film.

What's the film called?

I don't know.

Wake says it's about a girl
with her clitoris in her throat.

Mmm-hmm. Could I make that up?

What?

Why, don't you look fresh-faced
this grievous morning.

What'd you do with your day off?

Got laid.

Who's the lucky topman?

Who's the new brass?

You haven't heard?

Kilpatrick was transferred.

Dropped like a bad penny
into property division.

That guy's the new CO.

Yes, sir, of course.

Kilpatrick is gone?

Gentlemen.

As I'm sure many of you
have already heard,

the 14th Precinct of the New York City
Police Department

has a new commanding officer,

Captain Peter L. McDonagh.

Ten-hut!

Sergeant, carry on.

At ease.

Okay, moving on from the formalities.

Time for the daily review
of the atrocities

that charm and delight us
here at the 14th.

First up...

You're talking about hoppel poppel.

Yes! Oh, you remember the name.

I've been dreaming about it all week.

- Tastes like home.
- I had it in Detroit once.

Potatoes, extra crispy, right?

Yep, but can I get two orders?

- I'm gonna take one to a sick friend.
- Cool.

- Thanks.
- I hate to say it, the money's right.

And with the pigs banging out
street arrests every night,

I'm saving on bail.

Yeah, it's better, not worse.

- Right.
- Thing is...

There's more to this here
than the money.

- More than money?
- Used to be I get up every afternoon

knowing what I needed
to do with the night.

I knew what I was there for.

Now you're just dropping the girls off

at one of the parlors
and killing time, right?

- Yeah!
- The other night

I didn't know what to do
with my damn self.

I went to a movie.

- What'd you see?
- Fantasia.

That Disney thing?

Yeah, it's playing over there
on Third Avenue.

I like that shit, too.

I really like the dancing hippos.

- Fantasia?
- See, now, Larry's point is well-taken

in that we've become extraneous

in this whole situation.

The pussy still the pussy.

The money still the money,
but the pimp?

Who the fuck is he right now?

Man, that shit was already in my head.

But they do have
a breakfast scrambler where I'm from.

I ain't never
gonna go tasting that...

What's this?

What you doing here?

Oh, I was just
getting some food for Shay.

- I was gonna go visit...
- Yeah, you let me worry on Shay.

- You need to be getting to work.
- But I don't work at French...

Shut up, bitch!
You working a double shift tonight.

Somebody got to make up
for money I lost

to fucking female weakness.

- Can I just get my food?
- Fuck your food.

What happened to Shay?

Too much horse for her to ride.

- Dead?
- Not yet.

Hey, y'all ain't
seen Ashley around, have you?

Missing one of your hoes, C. C.?

No.

I might've misplaced one.

What's going on out here?

I'm taking these sheets with me.

Oh, my God,
I never felt sheets like this before.

Yeah. Towels, too, baby.

Place like this,
it's built into the rate.

So is this.

Housekeeping.

Oh, shit.

Past checkout time.

All right, we'll be out
in half an hour.

Mmm.

Housekeeping.

- Mmm.
- We better amble.

Come on.

All right, I'll amble with you.

Let's go to your place.

- My place?
- Mmm-hmm.

I don't got one.

What? Where you flop?

Here, there, the other.

You're married, ain't you?

Not at the moment, no.

Look, I don't got a place.

Sometimes I drop at Vince's.

Or go to Brooklyn,
crash with my sister.

Sometimes there's this lady
up in Washington Heights

when she's not busy
hating my guts, but...

Yeah, I don't, uh...
I don't got a place.

What about your stuff?

What stuff?

Had a locker for a while
in the Port Authority.

Keep some clothes
at the back of the bar.

I don't know, I don't sleep much.

I like going to all-night movies.

Library on 42nd Street
with the big lions.

- Mmm.
- Read the papers. Whatever I like.

Sounds like I'm crazy, right?

No.

Mmm. Sounds like you're free.

Address.

Address.

Captain McDonagh wants
a tour of the precinct

on tomorrow's 4:00-12:00.

You mind driving me, Patrolman Alston?

No, sir.

Abby.

Hey.

We got a situation here.

Okay.

Finally, the guy in the middle says,

"Well, I dreamt I was skiing."

You get it?

Skiing.

Bonjour.

Girls.

- Parlez-vous français?
- Oh, shit.

Can I help you, Detective?

- Bernice.
- Do you see a gold shield?

- I'm not a detective.
- Come on, girl.

I'm a plainclothesman.

All right?
I work for a fucking living.

How much love can I get for this?

Damn, how much love you want?

You gotta do something about
the soundproofing, huh?

Can I help you, Officer?

Of course you can.

For a place like this,

I'm gonna say a weekly rate is $200.

That will cover
my lack of attention and a warning

in case I find out
anyone else is interested.

This is fucked.

We're already paying
the 14th every week

and the people I work for
already paid a buy-in downtown.

- You're late on the tit here.
- I'm not from downtown.

I'm not collecting for the 14th.

I just got detailed
to the Public Morals Task Force.

That's a fresh pad.

- Task force?
- It's a new one.

It's gonna clean up the Deuce,
in case you haven't heard.

$200 on top of what
I'm already laying on the precinct?

I'll be back Thursday.

Till then, au "reservoir."

And so,
you, genius, think Abby.

- Fuck's the big deal?
- Like I need my barmaids

to start stashing
runaway whores for you.

It's just temporary, all right?

A few days till
we figure out something.

"We"?

- The fuck is "we"?
- Ashley's a good girl.

- Really?
- Look, this is no big deal.

Abby just went home
to get her settled in.

She'll be back here
before the after-work crowd

fills you up in here.

Dickless wonder.

Oh! Curveball!

What the fuck is this?
Guinea Romper Room?

Oh, hey.

Uh, I already sent Mike
over to you guys with the weekly.

Not about that.

I need your brother.

You need my brother?

Yeah. Come on.

- Rudy's waiting.
- O Kay.

Well...

Sounds like Mr. Pipilo
requires my services,

so other matters
must take a back seat.

See you, Vinnie.

Hmm.

Uh...

Thanks for letting me stay.

Okay, um...

What's the plan?

Mmm...

Well, you and Frankie got a few days

to think up a plan, and by that,

I mean you got a few days.

Frankie isn't one for plans.

Yeah,
I'm kind of picking up on that.

And I'm not lending you money.

I already got burnt doing that shit.

Okay.

I gotta get to work. Um...

If my roommate comes back,
I told her you were my cousin.

Her name is Connie
and don't piss her off.

Connie, got it.

You worried if you leave,
I'll steal your shit?

When I was working homicide,
I remember this stretch

being a lot worse with the whores.

This is pretty tame tonight.

Well, we pushed a lot of it indoors.

- Indoors where?
- Massage parlors.

West 4-2, on Dyer, on Tenth Ave
below the Deuce.

Public Morals doing
anything with that?

You can speak freely, Patrolman.

Captain, I gotta ask. Why me?

Why am I giving you this tour?

You know who Benjamin Ward is?

Ben Ward? 'Course I do.

He broke me in.

Hell of a cop.

He'd be first dep by now
if he wasn't black.

I mean, he might
still get there or higher.

Who knows?

Anyway, Ben taught me
something a long time ago.

He said, "if you get somewhere new
and you want the truth,

"find a veteran black cop
who hasn't made rank."

Just a guy in the bag
out there on his own.

See, if he hasn't made rank,
it's because he's got no rabbi.

If he's got no rabbi,

he's probably on the outside enough
to be trusted.

- You a meat-eater, Patrolman Alston?
- Sir?

I figure you for a grass-eater.

You graze where everyone else does,

you do what you need to do to get by.

And I understand that.

But the meat-eaters
in this department,

their time is over,

and the grass-eaters are gonna change.

So, I'll ask you again.

Are you a meat-eater, Patrolman?

You know, from some angles,

you kind of look like Tuesday Weld.

Did anyone tell you?

The big shots
at the studio all say so.

Give it to her, soldier.

So,
who pays to fuck two girls at once

when, really, you can only do
one at a time?

You know?

I mean, the geometry is all wrong.

So, which is it?

You want the lo mein
or the kung pao chicken, honey?

I can't decide.

Get them both, have a little of each.

- Thunder, we're doing Chinese.
- I hate Chinese.

They always get us Chinese
in the goddamn lockup.

We already decided.

Why does she get to decide?

And why she get to live at this bar

and take your money
for not tricking, huh?

The rest of us gotta punch a clock

and sweatshop it
in a cum coffin for hours,

and she out here ordering à la carte
like your fiancée and shit!

Fuck did I do to her?

Where's my money, bitch?

- I didn't take anything!
- That's bullshit.

It was in my fucking wallet.

Bunch of thieving whores, all of you.

Look what they just did
to my face, man. Come on!

Hey! What the fuck
is going on in here?

He's fucking crazy, Bobby!

- Bitch, you emptied my wallet.
- I didn't do shit!

- He's nuts, Bobby!
- Okay, okay, okay, all right!

Check the cooch.

Come on.

Hey, did you clean the place?

Not me.

Must've been your cousin.

I can't make sense of this guy.

You cleaned, didn't you?

Yeah. Well, you're a fucking slob.

You and your roommate both.

You got up kind of early.

I gotta get up and go shopping.

For what?

- I got a party to go to tonight.
- Mmm.

You gonna get together
with Frankie again?

Not today.

Said he had plans today.

I don't know, some kind of mission.

Can I ask a favor?

When she get home,

we definitely gonna have words.

She might not
be coming back, you know.

She coming back.

Mark it.

But I didn't hold out on you.

That's how I was making
your number every day.

My half came back to you, Larry.

So, what now?

- Order up.
- Put you back on the street?

You wanna get arrested twice a night?

And you just got busted
out the parlors.

Now, bitch, you move,

and watch what happens.

Anyone using the damn john?

Thinking your girl wasn't so good
about turning back her share.

So, we're straight?

As an arrow.

Anything with a dollar sign on it,
you write it down.

Anybody who's getting cut in,
we know his name.

- You can count on me, Rudy.
- See, now, you say that,

and because I look at you
and I see your brother,

I wanna believe it.

I figure the same face
is looking back at me,

so why shouldn't it be
the same result?

All right, let me
tell you guys something.

I don't fuck up nearly as much as
people say I do.

Well, on that inspirational note,

I'll pretend to be encouraged.

Remember, kid,
this is a new thing here.

Let's go.

You're gonna ride in the back?

Like I'm your fucking chauffeur?

Hey, appearances are important.

Oui, monsieur.

- Comme ça.
- Oh, God.

- Oui, monsieur!
- Okay, cut.

Urn...

Yeah, Minnie, Lori, switch places.

- Mindy.
- Sorry, Mindy.

Switch places.

- We still rolling?
- No, we cut.

We never see that. Joss, she's good.

- All right, all right.
- Thank you, though.

Thank you. All right, here we go.

We're rolling.

Quiet, and action.

No, Andy.

Andy?

Yeah, uh... Don't look at me.

Just, I don't wanna see
your sweaty ass,

so raise your torso.

I'd really like to see Mindy's pussy.

What the fuck is Lori doing?

Why don't you sub in for Lori?

Put some heat into the scene.

What? I just gave you
some girl-on-girl.

I'm in both the loops this afternoon.

Give the new girl a chance.

You'll get it out of her.

All right, Andy, get in there, my son.

No. Fuck. Andy.

Andy!

Your director here.
You're fucking Lori.

You're not fucking
the cushion beneath her

or the floor beneath that.

All right? Come on, kid, finesse it.

I think they're hungry.

Are you the shop steward now?

Fine, starve your actors,

but not everybody fucks good
on an empty stomach.

- We're almost out of here.
- Hey, who's hungry?

I'm actually really very hungry.

Fine, you know what?

I gotta make some calls.

You goddamn assassins
are destroying the day!

We're a scene and a half
behind already.

Hey, Josie?

- Yeah?
- Can you go to Elpine's

and pick up some burgers,
some of the fruit drinks?

You know, on your way back,
will you stop by B&J's

or any of those fabric stores
on 38th Street?

Get something
to cover this puke green.

- Something shiny.
- Yeah.

- Just take this.
- Yeah.

You our art department now, Candy?

What art?

The fucking green is just
driving me crazy is all.

No, that's what
they call it in the movies.

It's, um... The art director
is in charge of dressing the set.

Oh, yeah?

We're gonna need
300 to start with.

All with modifications to our specs.

- Can you handle that?
- 300'? To start?

Show him the plans.

Like I was saying...

Here are some modifications
we're looking for.

- The hell is this?
- It's a personal theater.

- In a toilet?
- No toilet.

But it takes quarters, see?
Right here.

Yeah, right there.

I'm guessing we're gonna need it
to clean up pretty easily,

so, you know, just work that
into the pricing, okay?

- Hey, watch where you're going!
- Damn, Abby.

If I'd have known
you were gonna catch fire like that,

I'd have tried to keep up.

You're fine.

Eh?

You rented a fucking Lincoln?

Yeah, well, why not?

We'll enjoy the ride,
and I gotta do something

to impress your parents, right?

No. No, fuck that, okay?

Hey, I'm joking.

Abby, it's a fucking joke.

Now, how much did I pay
for this red schmatta?

Come on, Harvey.

The green was making us all seasick.

Red is a horny color.

You ever see a car ad?

All of a sudden I'm working with
Marshall McLuhan.

- How much do I owe you?
- Nothing.

You work, you get fed.

Yo, Lori, this your first time?

Oh, I've been doing some loops.

Mmm. Try to loosen up, all right?

Maybe smoke some grass
before we go again?

Hey, come here.

Come here.

There's nothing to be nervous about.

It's just
people fucking around, right?

Yeah.

Can I try something?

Sure.

Take this off.

Aw. These are too tight.

Let them out.

The light picks it up on camera.

Makes your tits glow.

It's a trade secret.

All right, dirty picture time.

Minnie... Mindy, whatever the fuck
your name is, let's go.

Andy, uh... Get it up, man.

Hydraulics. Let's go, sweetheart.

Are we good?

All right, we're running behind.
Come on.

Man, all my life
I wanted tits like that.

Santa never delivered.

All right.

Good evening, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, young man.

Of course, ma'am.
Good evening, sir.

All right, Evelyn,
you have your purse?

Abby, what the fuck?

Oops.

That is completely inappropriate.

Daddy, Vinnie.

Vinnie, Daddy.

Hey, Vincent Martino.

- Vincent, good to meet you.
- Yeah.

Let Susan and your mother
know you're here, will you, Abby?

I sure will.

I was misinformed as to the...

No doubt. How about a drink?

Yeah, sure.

Fuck me, this is actually joyless.

Hey, listen.

I know it's been a long damn day,

and fucking is the last thing
that anybody wants to do anymore,

but, uh, you know,
we can pretend, can we not?

Yeah, but, Jesus, look at that.

She is so fucking hot.

Look at those rosy titties.

Oh.

Yeah, that's right.

Andy, lift up her hips

so I can see the inside of her thighs.

Yeah. Yeah.

And take it easy, take it easy.

Yeah, just let her feel
each inch of your cock one at a time.

Mmm-hmm.

Feels good like that, right?

With your hips up?

Oh, yeah, you're getting us all hot.

Yeah, not too fast.
Don't let her have it all at once.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you look fucking amazing.

All trying to keep it together.

Yeah.

- Quite a statement, Abby.
- Congratulations, Suze.

Barmaid, huh?

Oh. Yeah, you know,

sometimes I let her work
behind the stick.

- "The stick"?
- Yeah, behind the taps.

- Just pouring beer.
- Ah.

- Abby is...
- Abby scares the hell out of me.

You wanna know the truth?

She could really do something
in this life, Vincent.

Hell, she could do damn near anything.

Did you, uh,
hire her to sleep with her?

What? No.

No, I... I needed a barmaid.

- And she works hard for you?
- Yeah, she's great.

Yeah, she's a really good worker.

Well, that's a hell
of a thing to hear.

Yeah.

Dance?

See you.

Hey.

I know we didn't get
to your last scene,

but we'll pick it up
next month, all right?

- Yeah.
- I'll hold the costumes.

Okay.

Thank you.

Where you running off to?
You wanna... Let's go eat.

No, I got a late appointment,
thanks to you and Alex.

Sloppy seconds for that guy.

- Yeah.
- How's that working out for you?

I mean, it's fucking, Harvey.

There's less of it.

There's more of the bullshit
people do before they fuck,

but... You know, it's still fucking.

Hey, Eileen.

- Yeah?
- Uh...

I wanna ask you something,

but I... I know I shouldn't. Uh...

But how did you end up in the life?

Come on, Harvey.

What? I'm just asking.

Daddy stuff?

Not in the way you mean.

You're thinking like
a fucking degenerate.

Well, I am a degenerate.

Yeah.

No, I don't want to. Stop!

Stop! Stop! No! No!

What'd you take, cuz? Tell me quick!

- She got the epilepsy?
- I don't know.

Where am I?

Why he keep trying
to put it inside of me?

Hey!

Hey, asshole.

What the fuck did you do to her?

Nothing! She just started crying.

Some ain't built for it.

The hell's going on?

Don't concern you.

Mmm-hmm.

Just getting home?

Slept at Vincent's last night.

Mmm-hmm.

Dress did okay, then.

Yep.

Thanks.

You going back to C. C.?

Mmm-mmm.

Where to, then?

I mean, now that Frankie Martino

isn't gonna build you
a little white farmhouse

on the banks of the Hudson River.

What's the plan?

I'm not going back to West Virginia.

I got a sister, uh,

who lives up near Buffalo, Lackawanna.

You ever visited her before?

Mmm-mmm.

Why not?

Lack-I-wanna.

What's your last name?

My name's Dorothy Spina.

C. C. named me Ashley.

- From my father.
- Mmm.

So proud I've been a barmaid
for the last six months

that, um, he laid that on me.

You cash it out.

You've worked longer
and harder than me.

Oh, come on. The hell with this.

I gotta get back to work,
for Christ's sake.

- Mooney?
- What?

There's something wrong with the film.

There you go.

Christ, I know women
always take longer, but come on!

Her business.

Got quarters
and she's running the box.

Just wait your turn.

You kidding me with this?

- I mean, what the fuck is this?
- Fuck it already.

Hey!

That's enough.

Hey!

Check this one out.

Keep going.
It's just getting to the good part.

Holy hell.

Yep.

That's her.

- Hey, that's her.
- What?

Can I get your autograph, Miss Monroe?

I'm saying it's like
I ain't even there.

I don't feel nothing,
I don't see nothing.

Blackness and nothingness
where the john's face should be.

I ain't there. I'm gone.

How'd you do that, though?

Just happened one day.

When? I wanna be gone.

I fucked up.

I shouldn't have brought
your country ass here.

Go home.

If you stay, you'll die.

One hoppel poppel.

- Thank you.
- Hope it's like home.

Well, it looks about right.

Bitch, you late.

You hear me?

She got a plate here.

Did I say something
to you, motherfucker?

Come on.

- Now!
- I'm coming.

Yeah, I'm at 10th and 37th.

The diner.

I just shot a nigga.

Come and get him.

Hey, hey! Wait up. No, no.

Your move.

You ain't gonna watch me
get on the bus

or nothing like that?

Hey.