All language subtitles for The.Deuce.S03E02.2160p.MAX.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.HDR.DV.x265-NTb.srt - eng(2)

Ho, Fat Mooney.

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

The Magic Man, right on time.

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

Oh. All right, well, while we're
waitin', I got some new tapes.

- Whatcha got?
- Hungry, Hungry Housewives.

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

but... you know, for fucking.

- Yeah, I gathered.
- Yeah.

Sizzling, real-life action.
100 percent homemade.

- So how many?
- Ehh... a dozen or so. More
comin'.

So, you copy all
these off the master?

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

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

Look, it was an equipment
problem. Me and Irene, we
upgraded our shit.

All right, then
that's fair. Hey, pal!

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

Every day with this shit.

Sorry. Traffic.

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

- Oh.
- Your reputation precedes you.

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

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

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

I know the way. Straight down
Bondage Alley, right at Fetish
Lane. Come on.

Come on in.

All right, Chaz.

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

Dig this.

It's our latest.

Cued it up at the good part.

Wow. This your, uh, actual
living room? -Yep, just up in Yonkers.

- Who could that be?
- Oh shit, I forgot I ordered a package.

This was all unplanned.

Gonna get it?

Shit, this is the real deal.

Wait, we should
get this. Hang on.

Hang on. Okay.

There.

Oh! You shittin' me?
This actually happened?

Why so surprised? Mr. Mooney
said you shoot amateur porn, too.

Yeah... I mean,
I shoot pretend amateur porn.

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

Have a good day.

What the...

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

Um... couple years. One or two a
week. Plus, we got friends.

- Friends?
- Yeah, we met some people at clubs.

You know, like-minded
people. Friends.

First it was for
fun. Then, we thought

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

The idea of strangers watching
us. Paying for us.

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

Mr. Mooney, he thought that...

Yeah, yeah. I get it.

You, uh...

you need distribution.

You have a company, right?

Yes, I do.

When I was in kindergarten,
this kid Louis, he used to...

he used to give me his milk
money to look at my vagina.

Extra to touch it.

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

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

With Little Louis. Yeah.

How about yours?

Ah, Jesus. Um...

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

Probably because
she didn't want the trick.

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

Want that bacon black!

And um... Oh! It was at a room
in The Princess. Do you
remember? Yes.

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

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

I was like... easy right?

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

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

It takes forever to get this guy
covered in oil.

He's like a fucking mountain.

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

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

And so, I go down on him.

And I am not
fucking kidding you,

this motherfucker
had not washed in weeks.

Ugh...

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

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

You know, I was just a kid.

Thinking about offing myself.

Just a little kid.
Anyway, got easier after that.

So, your movie, um...

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

I don't know yet.

- Hmm.
- I'm still brainstorming.

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

- Never had a man?
- Nah, wasn't my thing.

Yeah, a man was...

...always a part of it for me.

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

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

I know who she is.

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

- Well, fathers, yeah.
- Yeah, mine...

My father was a stupid,
fall down drunk.

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

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

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

I don't really know what it
means... ...but it sounds good.

Yeah, that's all that matters.

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

Hopple popple in the alley,

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

- Thanks, Leon.
- See what I mean?

Anything at all on the owner?

It was an LLC.
It's dissolved now.

It's just a shell, anyway.

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

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

like we do.

You find the guy who holds
the actual deed,

and he's someone with any kind
of public profile, we'll go that way.

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

You need this block bad, huh?

You can spit from here
to the new Marriott.

Half these buildings are in turn
around. It's time.

They're waiting
for you, beautiful.

- You psyched?
- Sure.

Look at these gnarly skanks.

You're gonna be the hottest
thing on set.

See what you do to me?
You do that to every guy.

Go get 'em, baby. Do that do.

- Hey, sailor.
- Howdy, cowboy.

- How's it hangin'?
- Oh... by a thread.

- Yeah, what's the problem?
- Nothing too big. Townhouse is okay.

It's just here and the bar, man,
they're just not showing up in numbers.

So, this is still
a little light.

Is that gonna be cool?

It ain't your fault.

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

Does he?

I don't know, man. They might
end up just shutting us all
down, bathhouses.

Back rooms, too.

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

prevention. You know, safety.

I say keep the fucking
where you can see it.

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

Don't just close
down the buildings.

Buildings don't make people
fucking sick.

You know, see, you're smart
about this. Maybe you should run
for office.

- For what? Town whore?
- You'd be a shoe-in.

Fuck you.

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

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

Okay.

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

- Nice. Very nice.
- 'Kay. Hang on!

Carl, swing over to Roy.

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

Ooh! Thanks, Tyra!

Angylene, keep doing what you're
doing. Kimmy, lean over Roy a
little more.

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

Okay, Roy.

Oh, it's so wrong.

But so right.

Lori, cheat forward.

Yes.

Mike, assume the position.

Closer.

Let me show you how we do it
in Iowa.

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

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

Uh, no gag. I don't do gags.
And what's with the corn?

He's your hick cousin.
From the sticks.

- So he brought corn?
- Yeah.

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

- He was going for my ass.
- So what? You cleaned, right?

Lori, we're paying you rate for
anal. -Not with vegetables,
you're not.

Did you clear this with Kiki?

I don't clear every scene
with your agent.

Well, maybe you should. It's my
name on the box that sells your product.

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

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

I have to shove
produce up my ass?

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

He owns the house.
Gets to watch.

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

Hey! Sh-Sh-Sh-Shay!

- You okay?
- Is Rodney here?

Rodney?

No, wait... You got a ginger
ale? -Yeah, sure, hon. Come sit down.

- Can I make you something hot?
- Uh... just... just this, thanks.

It's good. My mother believed
in ginger ale. A cure-all.

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

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

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

Come on, Shay. Please sit down.

I'm okay. Just need a second.

Could... Could I have some more?

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

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

like a motif, I guess.

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

so I'm building that
into the script.

And I'm gonna write
this one myself.

I'm gonna try.

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

- Eileen, I...
- Yeah?

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

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

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

I can't be on this
ride with you.

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

What I want is your ear.
Or can I not bounce an idea off
you now?

No, of course. I'm
sorry. Bounce away.

But... wait. First, just...
I need a favor.

And it's money for both of us.
Right? You still need to pay the
rent, right?

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

He checked himself into fucking
rehab. You gotta cover.

You g... you hav... please.
It's a couple scenes. Here.

Only scenes outstanding
are self-pleasure in a bathtub

and principals straight fucking
while French maid looks on.

And then does the
maid join them?

What are the chances?

Genius.

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

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

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

Chabrol.
- Yeah.

Chabrol.
I'm making a fucking joke.

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

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

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

Talk about your movie.

You are a fucking sellout.

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

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

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

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

I didn't agree to any of this.

Lori, I need you to
be a team player.

Sean Howard is the hottest
director working right now,

and this is how he rolls.

This is an important gig, okay?

- Fuck, Kiki!
- Lori...

Whatever!

- I'm gonna plow your field.
- Hmm, sow those oats, Johnny Jr.

Just don't tell Aunt Sharon.

And cut.

Roy, keep the wood. Are we good?

- Hallelujah.
- But not in my ass.

Just sign... sign there.

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

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

Get her on the phone and tell
her that Abby is in the waiting area

and she has someone
who needs her assistance right now.

- Abby?
- Abby with the envelopes.

Dr. Wells, can you
come to reception?

That's great. Thank you.

It's bronchitis. I
get it every winter.

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

Thought you were gonna make me
chicken soup.

- I can run to the deli.
- I'm shitting you.

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

what's your last name?

Brody.

And you spell Shay with a...

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

- Lila Brody.
- Yeah, nice Jewish girl.

Then you can make your own damn
chicken soup. Fuck you.

Miss Parker?

So, what you're telling me is
that you're having problems with
your people.

Not personally, no. But
the organization is in, like, disarray.

So, you good with them?

I never see the big guy.
He don't come out of that castle.

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

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

Fucks his maid with his wife
in the next room.

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

- Yeah.
- I don't know.

I don't think he's gonna last.

So, what will happen if he goes?

Gotti and them,
they'll make a play.

- They're animals.
- And what's all this have to do
with me?

They're gonna start taking 15
percent from us instead of ten.

So, I need you to work harder,
Vincent. More promotions in the clubs.

Whatever you gotta do in the
parlors and the peeps to
increase revenue.

About all that,
Rudy. You know...

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

You know, he's not stealin'.
He's light 'cause he's light.

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

But Paul aside...

- Yeah, I'll do my best, Rudy.
- I know you will.

- So, you got a new car.
- Yeah. Eighty-five Mark.

- What's with the phone?
- It was an option.

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

but shit, I had to have it.

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

who's doing business
as this one.

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

We're not used to
this process exactly.

In the past, we haven't
typically pursued the building owners.

Why not?

Because in America, constable,
property is sacred.

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

We've gone after legal entities,
running businesses within the buildings.

Unless the owners were a party
to the illicit operation.

But now we covet the property.

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

and there's money
to lure them in.

One point seven billion
for the 42nd Street Development Fund.

That's right. So... dig deep.

I don't know how
she's still standing.

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

Yeast infection, it could be
staph. I'll squeeze her into St.
Vincent's.

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

Thank you.

We owe you, Abby. Your
donations? They help us through
the rough patches.

So, um...

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

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

If this was my friend, I'd be
doing the exact same thing
you're doing.

Hi, this is Dr. Wells.

Oh yeah, baby. Give it to her.

Yeah.

All right, let's cut.

Nobody likes to watch
dead people fuck.

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

This is so fucking lame.

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

- Yeah.
- So, speak French.

Oh my god!

Oui, oui!

Mon Dieu.

Baby.
Quel homme, quel homme...

Wow.

I'm Canadian.

Ou est la bibliotheque?

Why don't you get on top of him?
We roll.

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

It's ridiculous.

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

And what about me? What do I do?

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

Ooh, cassoulet!

- Touchez-moi!
- Touché.

Ooh, la, la.
Such a big croissant.

Oui, oui.

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

And they're all real.

I mean, real people fucking on
video. It's the golden goose.

DiBi gets us out there,
we'll be making it hand over fist.

- You seeing him tonight?
- Yeah, later.

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

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

Guess that makes me the prince,
right? -Yeah. Hey, what time you
got?

You're askin' me the time
and you're lookin' at your
watch?

What, are you getting high
on our own supply?

Hey, would you shut up
with that in here?

- All right?
- What are you, stupid?

Hey, I'm not stupid.

- I'm going. You comin'?
- No, I'm stayin'.

- Stayin', huh?
- Yeah.

- What are you doing? Get off me!
- Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme!

Hey, fatter lines,
dude. Fatter lines.

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

Let me get in there.

Yeah!

All right! Leave some for me.

Hey, you bring
enough for everybody?

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

Dude, I shit you not.

That intel you slid me today.
Fucking choice!

I shit you not, man!
If this deal goes through...

Hey, one hand washes
the other, right?

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

Hey, yo... What the fuck?

- Where's my Benjamin?
- Yo, that shit's funny.

Dude. Yo.

Hey. Who took it, motherfucker?

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

What are you gonna fucking
do about it, huh?

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

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

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

- Get off.
- Let's go.

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

Yo, get this ape
the fuck off me.

- Walk!
- Yo!

- Fuck! Yo, Joey!
- Walk!

Fuck... Get...

You're fucking dead!

Operator, I need the police.

As the curtain falls
on our final performance...

What curtain? We
can't afford one.

Okay, I will do the
comedy. Thank you.

I just want to say...

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

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

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

I could've done it without you,
but it would've been much more exhausting.

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

Or all of you.

Thanks.

Look, Mr. DiBernardo,

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

of the hottest amateur
porn out there.

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

- With hundreds more comin'.
- Yeah?

The amateur market is burning up
right now.

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

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

They don't exactly float my
boat. -No, no, no. You don't get it.

I was makin' "fake" real.
This is "real" real, you
understand?

Who knew that couples in Yonkers
and Westchester

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

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

But these tapes right here,
they get your dick so hard,

a cat can't scratch it.

This is the next big thing.

But who am I tellin'?
You got an eye for this, right?

- So, you interested?
- No offense but...

you're carrying your product
in a grocery bag.

You spring it on me with no way
to watch.

And your shirt is missing a
button. So right away, I'm not impressed.

- Must've just popped.
- Leave your stuff here.

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

Of what?

The gross.

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

Our guest'll get out here.

We didn't go nowheres.

I am so proud of you, baby.

Tod... Oh.

- Come in.
- Jason Steven Cohen, Public Theater.

Glen said you might come.

Yeah, your director
and I go way back.

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

So, we're mounting
the new Christopher Durang play

in the spring. Jerry
Zaks is directing.

- Jerry Zaks.
- It's still early, but there's a role

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

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

Would you... would you give me
a call? -What? Whoa...

You have this built
- in irony or...

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

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

All right, thank you.

Man, I wish he didn't just tell
me. I'm not gonna sleep now.

Wait, you're still shooting the
soap for the next few months
though, right?

Uh, yeah. That's what they
said. -So, if you get this other thing...

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

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

You're gonna burn it at both
ends. -Oh, look who's talking.

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

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

I just assume that I have it.

Okay. Baby, we... we have to be
smart with our bodies
especially. Okay?

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

I'm asking. Please.
Can we not talk about this
tonight?

Shit. Yeah, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Hey.

We're here now.

Okay.

One for good
measure! Bottoms up!

- Whoa!
- Police!

Make way! NYPD!

Hang on one second.

- Hey, can I help you?
- Yeah, liquor license, please.

Uh, we've already
been through that.

Your liquor license should be
prominently displayed.

Is it prominently displayed?

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

Now, are you aware there are
illegal drug transactions

...taking place in this
establishment? -No, I am not.

What about underage drinking.
You aware of that?

- Officer...
- Hey, cut the music. Hit the lights.

Please. Don't do that.

Folks. Folks, this place is now
closed. Kindly make your way to
the exit.

- Come on, man!
- You can't search us. It's
illegal.

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

Just go get high somewhere
else. -Let's go, people. Move.

Come on.

Hey. Haddix! Haddix!

What the fuck?! You come now?

This is peak time for me. Peak!

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

The new guys, they're fucking
cowboys. -All right, well then
get 'em in order.

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

Anyway, nobody asked me for my
vote when they passed the
padlock law.

I can only do so
much for you now.

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

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

Fuck!

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

- Amen.
- Peace be with you.

And also with you.

You smell nice.

Thank you. I always smell nice
for church.

That the father that took
your virginity? Gray hair.

We seal with a gift
to the Holy Spirit.

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

He's shitting bricks.

Told him the bishop's gotta slap
his face.

The hell you tell him that for?

- To fuck with him.
- Shh!

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

- Peace be with you.
- Here we go.

I present Luke. Luke,

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

- Amen.
- Peace be with you.

All right.

LORETTA: She looks cold.

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

Who?

Women Against Porn.

Loretta, I helped kickstart
the whole fucking thing.

To add to the irony, I did it
with half a dozen of the parlor envelopes.

I know. I was there.

Yeah, when I did it,
it was informational.

It was about awareness.

It wasn't a goddamn frontal
assault on the freedom of speech.

Dworkin, MacKinnon, what they're
doing with the censorship stuff.

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

- ...and those fucking shitheads.
- So what?

Now it's not about
marching around,

leading housewives
from Scarsdale around the Deuce

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

How? By trashing
the First Amendment?

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

It's about important things.
Ideas and shit.

If you don't use it for the fuck
films, it's not gonna be there
for the ideas.

- The problem with these...
- Hey.

You bitches do go on.

Shit. Sorry, babe.

How you doin', Shay?

- Good job, you guys!
- Hey, you did good.

Didn't I tell ya you'd do good?

You take that.
Don't show your mother.

- Say thank you, Patrick.
- Thank you.

It hurt when the guy slapped
ya? -So stupid.

Nothin', huh?

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

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

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

- No.
- What? Well, you did good anyway.

You made your
grandpa very proud.

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

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

We're gonna rent a suite at the
Milford. I wanted to get some
girls up there.

You know, just to
dance and shit.

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

Sounds like a pain in my ass.
Won't be cheap.

- We'll talk.
- Bobby. Bob... we going?

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

Ah, she's driving
me frickin' nuts.

Okay, Mama.

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

But you're putting money away?

Kinda.

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

This thing doesn't last forever.
Not for anyone. Not for you.

With the reputation
you're getting now.

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

It's not just that. Come on.

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

- I can do other stuff, you know.
- I don't have those contacts.

Make some calls.
This is Hollywood, right?

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

in case you didn't notice.

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

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

I thought you were on my side.

I am on your side.

LORI: Mm.

Which is why I want you to go
in there and say yes to everything.

This is Vibrance. Traci Lords
did like a dozen titles with
them last year.

The whole "Best of Lori Madison"
thing... doesn't happen without this.

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

Your tanning booths are ready.

I gotta hit the
ladies' room first.

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

Okay, Mama.

I hope you have enough.
morta de fams.

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

Here comes the ziti. Pardon me.

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

- Yeah, I love it.
- Good.

Yeah, you know, the trading
floor, you need elbows so I fit
right in.

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

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

- Gives me an edge.
- Well, good. Good.

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

So... think you might want to
invest? I mean, if I get like a tip.

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

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

I'll get another one.

So full of shit.

I... I wasn't even
being a smart ass.

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

Listen to this one though.

So, no Abby?
Frankie!

Beautiful woman right here.

She had a thing.

- That's right.
- Apple of my eye.

My dad's all over
this fucking broad.

You're the sweetest thing
in the room, baby.

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

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

Tessie.

- Disgrace.
- We're at a party.

It's not... It's not a wake.

telling you
now, huh?

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

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

You have to screw him into the
grave. You listen to Daddy, but
come here,

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

- You know, 86 for you.
- I'm only fooling. I'm fooling.

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

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

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

Hey, where you
goin', sugar cake?

Hey. We gotta book. Kids.

- I love your purse.
- Louis Vuitton.

I know.

Hey. Talk to you a minute.

- Come here.
- Yeah, sure.

Don't be long.

So how are the kids?

- Come here.
- What?

What's up with
you and Rudy? Huh?

This whole video thing
or whatever. DiBernardo?

- What? Nothing?
-"Nothing"?

He's not happy, Frankie.

Fuck Rudy fucking Pipilo.

This is my own thing
from the ground up.

Frankie! We have the sitter.

Yeah.

Listen, just keep it simple for
once. -You worry too much, brother.

See ya.

I want some more
eggplant parm. You?

Sure.

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

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

It'll be like the girl's
standing right there and you can
fuck her for real.

Only in the air or whatever.
You believe this?

We're gonna fuck the air now.

madonn'ah...
- Scoragiatto...

So, fucking DiBernardo.

You know he's poaching from me
now? As if he ain't got enough already.

How do you know this?

Guy called me.
DiBernardo made a side deal

with one of my people.
Right under my nose.

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

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

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

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

I gotta pee. My
fucking prostrate, man.

Yeah, join the
club. Hey, listen,

- ...if I don't see ya...
- Don't get up.

- Hey.
- How's it goin'?

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

gavones.

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

Oh, hey, Carmine, how you doin'?

Sit a minute.

I lost big money
on that team the other day.

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

- Look at 'em.
- Hmm.

The garbage they're moving now.
The drugs?

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

That shit'll bring
you down fast.

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

Will do, kid. Want another?

Basta.

Let's go.

How you doin'?

So, what do you do?

Um... I make films.

I make erotic films.
With a feminist bent.

Femme erotica, I call it.
Basically, it's skin flicks.
It's porn.

Yeah, I make porn.

It's different, um, I do it
different. It's not your usual fare...

But... I'm a pornographer.

And I've been a porn actress.
So, there it is.

You watch much porn?

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

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

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

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

If I had recognized you,
is that a problem?

Or is it a problem
now that I know?

Is telling me
supposed to scare me?

Well, I've just, uh...

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

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

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

I can't speak for other guys.

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

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

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

- So, um, what do you do?
- Uh, financing.

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

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

but my workplace is all over.

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

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

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

And then, uh...

And then I was on the street
for many years. I was a prostitute.

Nothing?

Bullshit.

Don't judge me so quickly.

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

I'm more interested in tonight.
And what happens next.

Yeah, this wine's got me loopy.

Well, in that case...

You have this glow.

Actual glow.

Do you know that about
yourself? -The drink.

No, it's not.

Cheers.

- We're not playing.
- Oh, I know you're not.

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

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

Super Girl, Cop Edition.

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

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

Oh, I could watch
you do that all day.

I could watch you
comb through files all day.

- Low blow.
- Poor guy.

Still no progress?

Going through land records,
corporate assessments,

corporate charters.
You know those dolls

where there's one inside another
inside another?

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

And nothing yet.

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

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

maybe I get the
fire marshal aboard.

We make 'em answer some
fire reg violations.

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

if the marshal can say they were
arsons, you'd have a pattern of
set fires.

You can open up
a criminal investigation.

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

Hm. Clever.

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

Oh, missed.

All right.

Before we go through
your blood panel,

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

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

We're not currently able
to test for the virus that
causes AIDS,

the H.T.L.V.-3 virus.
Hopefully soon, but not yet.

What we can do is measure
your white blood cells,

specifically, your C.D.-4 count,
which we believe...

I don't know what
you're saying, Doc.

- You're freaking me out.
- I'm trying to give an overview

of where the testing stands
at this moment and what...

Just tell me the fucking...

Where does it say the answer?

Mr. Dwyer.

Your blood work shows
a healthy CD-4 count.

Your immune system overall
is quite robust.

So, I don't have it?

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

Oh, Christ!

Here's a tip, lead with that.
You give a guy a heart attack.

This goddamn thing.

Ah, shit. These tokens, huh?
These have gotta be caked in jizz.

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

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

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

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

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

See it. Okay, wait. Watch.

- What?
- After this.

Now.

- Why is it changing?
- Just watch.

You're so pretty.

Ah, Jesus, she's a kid.

- Really?
- Yeah. Don't you know?

You have such nice blue eyes.

- Ah... The fuck is this?
- They bury this shit in the reels,

few minutes at a time.
The perverts know where to find it.

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

You didn't even know about it,
did you? -I don't wanna see this.

Brought to you by
your good buddy,

Robert DiBernardo.
Biggest name in kiddie porn.

Distributes more of this filth
than anybody.

That's who you wanna be
in business with?

I don't have nothing
to do with this.

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

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

You should have brought
your amateur thing to me first,

Francis, okay?
You're in my crew.

I told you fucking no, Rudy.

- Keep it down!
- Ay, mind your business!

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

when I proved I was an earner.
Instead, you fucked me.

So, get your hands
outta my fucking pocket.

Shut the fuck up!

I'm fucking done
talking about this! Fuck!

And fuck you, pencil dick!

Tonight, while you're out in the
field, all communication is by beeper.

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

Yes, commander.

Black Frankie will stay on site
with you,

as well as drive you
to and from the venue.

I have a question.
What do you do?

We're out there
working our pussy,

Black Frankie is taking us
back and forth,

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

to explain to you
how management works.

Just give 'em the beepers.

Ladies.

Miss Madison, you are wrapped.

Thank you, you have been
so helpful today.

Oh, you're so
sweet! My pleasure.

Here you go.

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

Cash it tomorrow?
I sucked a dick today.

The neighbors called
the fucking pigs.

Fuck!

So fucking sick
of this fucking shit!

Fuck!

- Wait, where are you going?
- Fuck. Shit.

Fuck.

Fuck!

- For both of us.
- Hell yeah!

Money, money, money.

- Whatever you want!
- Thank you...

thank you.

Woo! It's a party in there.

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

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

You got them mathematical
skills. No wonder you're on Wall Street.

But seriously?
We could charge a lot more.

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

this could be a whole new line
of business right here, you
know?

Woo!

And I'm thinking, how much?
For a book he hasn't written
yet?

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

No, really, these
advances are nuts!

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

goes to celebrity authors,
real writers get screwed.

Speaking of where
all the money goes,

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

- Why not two yachts?
- His and hers, sounds serious.

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

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

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

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

Uh, I'm a porn director.

Eileen is being modest. She is
known for high quality femme erotica.

- Right?
- Yeah, you betcha.

Femme erotica? So that's all
women? -No, no, it's men too.

It's everybody. It's full on.
You know, we don't hold back.

Okay, I have about eight
million questions.

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

Reg, gotta know, was he one of
yours? -Who, what?

The guy who was
just on the stairs?

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

- Oh, mega.
- Oh, fuck.

- Yeah.
- Probably 408.

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

Ay, come smoke a bowl with me.

Um... okay.

Here you are, five. Have fun.

Slow down!
Slow down! Slow down!

Fuck me harder! Come on!

You like it, right?

Take that! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

Hola, Papi.

Hey, daddy.

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

She was like...

Oh!

We fell out! Miss One needed
emergency services,

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

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

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

No.

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

to the 1976 Grammy Awards
the year she was nominated

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

If there's a cure for this

Oh, you don't believe me?

Provenance, darling.

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

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

The upside to all of your
friends dropping dead.