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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.