All language subtitles for The.Deuce.S03E03.2160p.MAX.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.HDR.DV.x265-NTb.srt - eng(2)

Slower on the dolly.

Man, you can go
to jail for that!

Cut, very nice.

Guys, head to wardrobe.
Girls, you're wrapped.

- Lori, you can take 20.
- 'Kay.

Hey. You were amazing.

Thank you.

Celery and carrots?

Who do I have to fuck to get
a roast beef sandwich?

Miss Madison wants
a roast beef sandwich.

- Did I deliver or what?
- I could get used to this.

You sure about the roast beef?
You have an anal tomorrow. Early call.

Enemas are a girl's best friend.
I got a system, Kiki.

Fuck, I get illegal possession,

but come on!
Four counts of attempted murder?

He popped a kid in the back
in front of witnesses.

Exactly. Only we can pop a kid
in front of witnesses.

Thank you, Officer Paglia, for
allowing me to look at your
interesting magazine.

- Captain, sir!
- I appreciate it.

Fuck you, Tony.

This gentleman is from
Minnesota. -Michigan.

He has a problem.
And I thought some general advice

from the Public Morals
Task Force might be in order.

As you are the ranking
supervisor, Lieutenant.

Detective Nardi, you have
a complainant in the 124 room.

- So, Mr....?
- Rouse. Matthew Rouse.

What brings you
to New York City, Mr. Rouse?

- Take a seat.
- Thank you.

I'm-- I'm trying
to find someone. Um...

I wanna find this girl.

That's nice, but... you're
supposed to just look at the
tape, not fall in love.

It's my daughter.

Hey, guys, come on...

On the box, it says it's a New
York production company,

but there's no address.

I called the operator,
but there's no listing.

Your daughter, she...
she underage?

No. She'd be in her 30s.
33, now, actually.

Well, being as
she's of age and...

there's no indication that she
was... performing without giving
her consent,

I don't think this could be
a police matter.

Yeah, I know that, I just...
I just need some help. I--

I wanna find her.

When was the last
time you saw her?

April 1966. She was 14.

I get it. I get it.
I got-- I got kids.

Look, Mr. Rouse, I can give you
some names and numbers,

but no one's gonna talk to you
about your daughter. Trust me.

Some people come to Times
Square, they don't wanna be found,

and they never are,
that's just how it works.

But. I've been... working vice
here for two decades and longer,
and I...

I know if I wanna find someone,
and if I wanna pay the right
people, or...

beat on the wrong people,
go places you can't go,

I just... might be able
to catch up to your daughter.

Problem is I can't do that
on company time.

Well, what if I hire you?

As a private investigator.
Just tell me what you need.

Two hundred a day. Minimum of
five days. Plus expenses.

Yeah.

- Lift your thumb.
- Sorry, I didn't mean to--

- Hey. No, no, you play?
- No.

Well, we can fix that.

- Here.
- Now?

Yeah. Look.

One hand on the neck.
One hand on the soundboard. Good.

Hold these two fingers down.
That's right.

And then with the fingers on the
other hand, strum across all six strings.

That's pretty cool?

Hey, Kit's sick. I'm Betsey.
I'll be doing your makeup today.

- What's that for?
- I need to wash your face.

- I have on foundation.
- I know. I need to start clean.

This is the only foundation I
can wear. I'm allergic to everything.

Everything we have is
hypoallergenic. -Please. You
don't understand.

I got him. I've got Tod.
You take Jessica.

But I always cover Kit's actors
when he calls out.

Change of plans.

Sorry I didn't get here earlier.
The trains are messed up.

Kit told me all about your
allergies. Don't worry. I understand.

My friend's going through
the same thing.

Thank you.

Yeah, you're gonna need
a bigger bag.

Hey. Her. Mooney.

- Enjoy yourself.
- Mooney, come on. Her.

What's her name? Do you know
where she's living nowadays?

Me? No. But that's one
of Martino's tapes. Call him.

- Frankie? No, you call him.
- Me? Why me?

Because you've got
a fucking phone right there.

Come on, time is money, Mooney.
Let's go.

Time is money, and I'm paying
for the call.

I'll get that for you.

What do you think?
I mean...

It needs some work,
but the guy's motivated to sell.

- It's huge.
- Wait till you see upstairs.

Dance floor's as
big as this one.

Y'know, a little paint.
Upgrade the sound system.

- Why's he selling?
- He doesn't know how to run a club.

Couldn't keep the wolves away
from the door, you know?

So...?

If we do take it...

I was thinking... You know,
maybe we call it "Mike's."

I'm serious. You're ready.

You ain't got to call it Mike's.
I mean, no need to sweeten the pie.

I've got your back regardless,
Vince. -Call it whatever you
want. But...

I'd take a piece,
Rudy would take a piece,

but it would be yours.
If you want it.

Just think about it.

This isn't easy for me.
I find with new patients,

the best thing for a first
session is to just... tell me
about yourself.

I'm a cop. Over in Midtown.

How long have you been
a police officer?

Too long, I think. All the
stress... -I can imagine.

I meet a lot of assholes.
Pardon my French.

Like, there's this guy.
He owns a hotel over in Midtown.

One of those old SROs.
A real Times Square shit hole.

- You familiar with the area?
- Midtown? I avoid it, if possible.

Officer Alston, tell me
what's on your mind, exactly.

Okay. I'm...
What's the word you guys use?

...agitated about what goes on
in that building.

Pimps, hookers, shooting
galleries. The whole nine.

Thing is, there's an investment
group offering to buy the property.

Clean that block up.

Start a project that could
actually turn the area around.

But this fuckhole, pardon my
German, won't sell.

Mind you, they offered him
well above market value.

Perhaps this fuckhole of yours

sees that the area
might turn around.

He'd like to hold on to his
property and wait to share in
that opportunity.

But see, he's not
doing anything to help that.

He's just sitting on his piece
of the problem

waiting for everybody else
to do the work.

And then, when it's all done,
at the end,

he wants to get paid
more than he deserves.

- And that troubles you?
- Yeah. I'm troubled.

But not like this guy's
gonna be troubled.

He's over here on Park and 74th
with his psychiatry practice

and his brownstone
up on East 85th

and his beach house in
Amagansett and his nicely
arranged life.

And it would be a shame
if somebody dragged his ass

Daily News
until he was begging to sell.

I mean, Doc, that would be... biblical.

Officer Alston, would you like
my professional opinion?

- It's what I came for.
- Based on our conversation,

I'd say your
condition is chronic.

In fact, I'd say
there's no cure.

Right.

Hey.

You don't wanna know the garbage
I had to wade through.

Between you and me, there's a
guy-- -Yeah. Did you find her?

I have an address. But...

- But what?
- She didn't wanna be found.

So I had to pay some people,
and they had to pay some people.

- How much?
- It's 400.

Um, I'm...

I might have to go
to one of those bank machines.

Sure, hey. Family over money,
right? -Yeah.

- You want a drink?
- No. Thank you, I'll be back.

C'mon, three more bites. Look,
it's a baby grape and a mama grape.

Remember all those games
you used to play with me

to try to get me to eat my peas?

This is me getting back at you.

Come on, look. Look,
the airplane's got nowhere to go.

She's so sad. Open it!
Open it, Ma!

- Eat it. Eat it.
- No!

There you go.

It's okay, it's okay.

I think you must be
the worst patient in the world.

So what?
What's the point?

- Don't say that.
- It's true.

- I've lived enough.
- Ma.

And what about Adam?
You heard anything? Where is he?

No, no, he's got to work
this stuff out on his own.

And he's gonna call us
when he's ready.

- Your father's home.
- Yeah.

Go ahead. You and your father
are talking again.

Yeah, we're doing
as good as we can.

It's right to forgive.
It's necessary.

Yeah?

You only get one family, Eileen.

You make of that whatever you
can or you're alone in this damn world.

Abby? Maeve.

- It's been forever.
- Meet my friend, Pilar.

- Hey.
- Hi. It's been, what? 16,17
years?

- Since camp, senior year?
- You camped? No way.

We were, counselors
at a country club.

Glorified babysitters, really.

Right? So, tell me everything, Abby.

- Is it still Abby Parker?
- Yeah.

Where do we leave our donations?

There's a box on the table
over there.

That is so nice
of you to donate.

My firm is working
on the Michael Stewart case.

I remember your dad practiced
corporate law.

Well, I halfway followed his
lead. I'm a civil rights attorney,

when I'm not chasing a six- and
four-year-old around the house.

- What have you been up to?
- I manage a bar.

- Where?
- Midtown.

- Cool.
- Wait.

- You have the Hi-Hat.
- I manage it, yeah.

I've seen you there.
Knew you looked familiar.

I saw the "Women of the Night"
photography exhibit.

It's really cool you showcase
local artists.

You put up art at your bar?
Pilar's an artist.

Street. Street artist.

My work's meant to be interacted
with by people outdoors,

not nailed to a
wall in a gallery.

Only you could say that
and not sound like a snob.

You should take
Abby to Avenue A.

- What's on Avenue A?
- You have to come and see.

Go now, before the
speeches start.

I gotta get back to work. Um...
Rain check?

Yeah, I'll give you my number.
But... you have to promise to
use it.

He called.

- When?
- Last night. 2:00 a.m.

Thank God for painkillers,
or your mother might have heard him.

- What did he say?
- Said he wanted 800 dollars.

He calls again,
tell him come to me.

Margaret?

It's me. It's Dad.

Margaret? I'd like to talk.

Can we talk? Please?

I haven't had a drink
in almost two years.

- Hey.
- What's a clerk do, exactly?

I gather information
off the, ticker tape,

so that the brokers can make
informed trades.

Dwyer. Great catch today.

Thanks. Jimmy,
this is my dad.

Welcome to the office,
Mr. Dwyer.

- You a clerk too?
- No, sir. I'm a broker.

How long before you're a broker?

Well, I'd have to undergo
a New York Stock Exchange review.

And then, I'd either buy
or lease a seat on the Exchange.

- It's how you become a member.
- Buy? What's it cost?

- Almost 200-grand now.
- 200-grand for a seat?

Well, it comes with a
membership. -It's all about the bathrooms.

Members have their own
bathrooms. -What, you gotta piss
on the street?

- Dad.
- What? I'm asking.

Non-members have their own
bathrooms, down below the
trading floor.

Like they did with colored guys?

Jimmy's father is my boss.

I need to talk to my dad
before he leaves for Sag Harbor,

I'll walk with you. Yeah.
Wait here.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Dwyer.
- Okay.

Two bumps at lunch maybe?

It's me.

- Hey, did you see anyone?
- No, and I checked the lobby.

Okay.

Hey, if you're this creeped out,
maybe you should call the cops.

No. I think he's just a random
guy. I don't think he's coming back.

- But you said he knew your name.
- Did I? I... I don't know.

Maybe I just thought he did.
I'm starving, I haven't eaten
all day.

Let's just go binge on
something fatty. -It's salad
day, girlfriend.

I'm watching my figure.
Believe it or not.

This takes actual work.

Wait, where do you want
to go get it from?

What are you...?

What are you doing?
That's not my office.

- Checking out the view.
- Checking out the view.

What's with your voice?
You sounded funny around that guy.

Nothing. Jimmy's cool?
Bachelor party's for his cousin.

- Why didn't he say anything?
- He likes to be discreet.

- Discreet?
- Yeah, careful.

I know what discreet means.

Look, Dad. The guys in here...

they're not like the guys
who come to the parlor.

Guys who go into the parlor paid
for the house you grew up in.

You know what I mean.

What, you're gonna be his clerk
for the rest of your life?

No, I'm trying to save enough
money to lease a seat from
Jimmy's father.

A seat comes with an invitation
to his house in Sag Harbor?

- What are you talking about?
- Joey.

These guys ain't inviting you
anywhere unless you're bringing
girls and blow.

You know, I'm trying
to help you here.

This place is full of future
clientele for the outcalls.

It's like shooting
fish in a barrel.

If I got a barrel of fish,
I ain't shootin', I'm fishin'.

- It's a metaphoric, Dad.
- Excuse me, professor.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

So, I'm curious.
When you were married,

did you and your wife ever think
about kids?

- We did. She couldn't.
- How about adoption?

We talked about it, but...

You guys want another round?

Soon enough we started having
problems and then, I guess we
stopped talking.

- I have a kid.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Adam. He's 20.
He's a good kid.

He's not doing so
good right now.

I-- I got it covered, man.

He's a little bit wild.
Some drugs, you know?

I think he doesn't know
what he wants.

- Does he live with you?
- No, he lived with my folks in Queens.

Until he didn't.

Right now, actually,
I don't know where he is.

He's kinda written me off.

Why?

You know, I really don't give a
shit what people say or what
they think.

I mean, let the bastards talk.

I'm not proud of everything
that I've been through in my life,

but I am proud of how I've gone
through it.

And I really don't give a shit
what someone else thinks is moral.

You know, there's too many
people who are weighed down by...

how other people see them. Like,
how they look to other people.

- Not you.
- No.

No, look, I'm fucked up
in all sort of ways, I promise.

But not that.
I mean, I'm not gonna live my life

through someone else's
idea of what's normal.

There is no normal.
I always say that. Fuck normal.

Normal is a lie.

And I can live that way. I do.

But I think, um, I kinda forced
Adam to do the same,

even if he wasn't
always up for it.

He didn't have a choice.

Walk with me?

Where?

- You Frankie?
- Yeah.

Pasquale. Get in.

ahead of ourselves.
- Look at his numbers across the board.

Fifty-seven strikeouts
to 18 walks?

Sixty-one innings pitched
through eight games? Ted. Ted!

I get it. I'm excited, too.
He looks great.

But this is
a 20-year-old in his first...

Don't worry, it's right.
Weighed it myself.

Tommy said you only wanted
an eighth of a key.

Yeah, a big eight. I test drive
every supplier before I go large.

Well... Your clients are
going to be very happy.

- My shit's butter.
- Butter?

I don't deal with the fucking
stugatsin the Izod shirts.

You know what I mean.

Just let Tommy know
when you wanna go again.

Yeah, we'll see.

Margaret. It's me.

Margaret? Please?

All right. I'll
come back tomorrow.

Candy.

- You remember Mark?
- The Mohawk Mark?

Yeah, that guy.
He's back in the city.

- Fuck.
- I know. Yo, Kojak. You got a
light?

Thanks.

Okay, let's go.

Tell her you're on the list.

Our lawyer's on line one.

How is that for a headline?

I'll pay the money a visit.
See if they're suitably impressed.

I donated to the legal fund
of the family of the graffiti artist.

The one the cops murdered.
Yeah, I read about it.

What's up with you, Vince?

Just 'cause I'm quiet
doesn't mean anything's wrong.

If you could do one thing,
what would it be?

You know, if you were living
just for yourself.

I don't want to live
for myself. I have you.

But if I wasn't...
around, if all this didn't
exist.

I don't know why this popped
in my head, but...

my dad used to have this photo
of this big house tacked on

the wall of his shed
where he kept his tools.

Trees and kids and bikes
in the yard.

You know,
real normal Rockwell-type shit.

My mom called it
his second home...

where he would go
when he wasn't at home with us.

I don't remember when I learned
that it wasn't real.

He just tore it
out of a magazine.

Sorry, I didn't really
answer your question, did I?

Kind of did.

- Up.
- What?

His price went up.
By almost 60 percent,

he's bumped his asking,
which was already unreasonable.

Son of a bitch.

Who knew a psychiatrist had
those kind of balls on him?

Look, we're running out of time.

Have you thought about moving
forward with the half block that
you've secured?

The specifications
require a larger footprint.

But look, if the city can't
wrangle the real estate,

then maybe this isn't the
project we need to be delivering now.

I hear you, but give us
a few days to recalibrate,

and come back to
you with a plan.

We're all after the greater good
here, right?

- I'm ready.
- Okay, Lou. Let it go.

Cut. All right, moving on, kids.
Next scene.

- We're not done here, are we?
- I got everything I need.

If the camera's not on my face,
how are they supposed to know
it's me?

They'll know it's you, I got a
full-on of your face in another shot.

Okay, I wanna talk about the
next scene. I'm a teacher.

How come I don't know that
George Washington was the first
president?

'Cause you're so horny...
you're dizzy.

- You can't think straight.
- My client wants to change her line.

She can know who George
Washington was and still fuck.

Also... I want him to wear
a condom.

No fucking way. I have
a no-condom rule on my sets.

It's easy to make that rule
when you're not the one getting fucked.

- That guy's gay-for-pay.
- So are half the studs I shoot.

It's my body, so I get to decide
what I want to do with it.

That's not happening.
Not happening!

It's my brand. My movie.

I will see what I can do.

Fuck it!
Go to Chez Nous!

Okay, that's gonna take a
while. -I don't give a fuck!

Frisée fucking lardon. Please,
for the love of shit,

it's a lunch order! Not
a goddamn space shuttle launch!

What happened?

We shot something and it got
out of hand.

I hope I don't get a bruise.

Please don't tell Arthur.
I don't want him to think I'm
soft.

Yeah, no, okay, I won't.

- How'd it go?
- I think we shit the bed.

- What happened?
- We're treading water here.

The motherfucker
still won't sell.

Well, you've tried the carrot
and you've tried the stick.
What's left?

A bigger stick.
Go get me one.

I want you to know
that I'm just...

I'm just relieved to know
that you're alive.

That you're still out here
in this world. I didn't think--

I mean, I...

I had no way of knowing.

So anyway, um...

news from home...

is your brother, he had his
second kid a couple of years ago.

He married Cherise from school, and...

he's working at the coal company
and yeah, you're an aunt.

They have...

They have Sharon, who's six,
and, Sandy who will be two.

And they are beautiful.
Both of them.

Yeah, you would love the kids.
You would.

Yeah, children...

Children forgive.
They believe in you.

They need to believe in you,
I guess.

Christ.

I know you're not just angry,
Margaret. You're sad.

You know how I know?
Because I feel the same goddamn way.

I'm sorry.
I can't leave here.

I tried, yesterday, but...
I got as far as the tunnel.

I really...
really need to see your face.

I need some help...

selectively enforcing the shit
out of the 45th Street area.

- How selective?
- This one motherfucker in particular.

I'd like to make his life hell.

You're the guy... trying to move
that shrink out of his building.

Post?

The only reason why you want to
bounce that guy is because of money.

Not because you actually
fuckin' care.

- Hold on a second--
- For Christ's sakes,

why do people get so offended
when they hear the truth?

Five fucking dollars? That's it?
How about I give him five bucks...

Okay.
I was thinking...

...the female undercover I saw
on your transit detail,

she might... be a good fit
for what I have in mind.

Officer Preston?

- Is that her name? Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.

The same Officer Preston
you took out for night breakfast.

- My people tell me everything.
- It wasn't like that, Jack, I was...

Just busting your balls.

I'm not surprised you want her.
She's top shelf.

Is that a yes?

You are on the comeback.
You can't disappear to rehab again.

Yeah, I've got it under control
this time. Greg's helping me.

Arthur said the guy will wear
a condom for the anal,

but you still have to say
the stupid line.

Okay.
But did you see Brandy today?

I don't talk to people I don't
rep. What-- What are you talking
about?

This actor guy, Tommy, I think,
jammed his cock into the back of
her throat,

and he slapped her so hard
he gave her a bruise.

- Fuck that.
- Lori.

Is this your business?
Is it mine?

I've enough on my plate making
sure you get what you need on set.

I-- I don't get a percentage
of Brandy. Do you?

Now, let's get our work done
for Arthur, okay?

- Okay?
- Okay.

Thank you.

The preliminary results...

- Indicated.
- The preliminary results indicated...

That?

Fuck, I am exhausted.

It's okay, you're doing great,
you'll get it.

Maybe we should take a break.
We've been at it over an hour.

Shooting all these
pages, every day.

It was hard enough
when I was 100 percent.

I'm proud of you, baby.
You're doing great.

I'm dizzy all the time, now.

I'm gonna make some tea.

I almost passed out during a
take. -Chamomile or black?

Are you not hearing me?

Yeah.

Look, you wanted this kind
of exposure. For a long time.

This soap... is a huge break
for you.

I'm thinking maybe I need to
quit. -Tod...

It's not about the
exposure anymore.

The clock is ticking.
I'm dying, Paul.

Anyway, nobody's going to
remember my role in a soap opera.

I need to focus on work
that matters.

So, what do you need from me?

Your support.

- And a cup of tea.
- Chamomile or black?

Such an asshole.

- Hey, Tommy.
- Pasquale.

- You got a minute?
- Not really.

Hey, don't bullshit me, I know
you can talk, Rudy's still inside.

- What do you need?
- Already getting complaints

about the blow Frankie sold me.

It's no good?

Well, good, bad, that's not the
point. I did a couple of lines myself,

and right away,
I almost shit my pants.

I know that some guys step on it
with that kid laxative they got.

All right, all right. I'll talk
to Frankie. 'll see what's up.

Keep this between me and you.
All right?

Yeah, Tommy, sure.

Rudy gets the same percentage
on the outcalls?

Yeah. Put it in a separate
envelope so he knows what's
what.

Excuse me.

Tell the girls five-five-five
means call the parlor.

- How much is this costin' me?
- You got three new girls.

Gotta spend money to make
money. -Like I need financial advice

from a guy
who lives in a fuckin' van.

- I got a crib.
- I've never been there.

Yo. We've been outside waiting
for, like, 15 minutes.

- I'll be right there.
- Close the door.

This is a meeting
for management only.

Sí, mi general.

What's her fucking problem?

Next.

Sorry.

Very close, my friend. Very
close. - Son of a bitch.

What can I say?

Yeah, you got a horse shoe
up your ass tonight.

Excuse me for one moment.

Screw it.
Gotta take a piss anyway.

- I'm on fire.
- Yeah, never mind that.

Frankie, after you get
the product from George,

how many times are you stepping
on it?

- Once, why?
- 'Cause people are complaining.

- Who is?
- Pasquale.

with the attitude?
Fuck him.

His customers got
the coke shits.

All right, so I step on it with
a little Mannitol, like
everyone. So what?

Hey, listen.
We're already doubling our money.

So there's really no need
to get cute now.

Like I just told you,
what I sold him was straight.

Now, are you gonna believe
that motherfucker's word over
mine?

Pasquale's father is someone.

Right? The kid's minor league,
but he's in my world.

The last thing I need is him unhappy.

All right, all right, all right.
Tell him the next batch will be better.

But you might want to mention,
nobody else complained.

Going home. Long fucking day.

Couple more years, we'll be
sipping champagne in Boca Raton.

Come on, who's feeling lucky?

What are we doing tomorrow?

I gotta face my
fuckin' typewriter.

I gotta settle on a story
so I can pitch it to investors.

I can't get any one to pay for
my movie unless I have a script.

How much money?

It depends. What the fuck?

Depends on what?

Depends, well...

You know, if I can raise 50K,
it's 50K. If I can raise 100K,
it's 100K.

Whatever I can make, you know.
Whatever I can pull together,

that's what this
movie's gonna cost.

But how much do you need?

For 150K...

I can have a decent
lighting package...

...and I could have
a truck to put it in.

Pay a good crew.

I'm in.

- What?
- A hundred and fifty

doesn't exactly break the bank
for me, Eileen.

Yeah, I'm not asking you,
and you're not giving me.

- Why not?
- No.

I can't take your money.

Don't you think that I've risked
more on less?

You're gonna make a great movie.
I know it. I believe it.

You're not listening to me.
I can't take your money.

It's just money.

It's just money, yeah.

Who are you to me?

Who are you? To me?

I'm your man.

Yeah.

So I can't put my hand out
and take your fucking money.

Doesn't matter if it takes me
twice as long to get what I need.

Doesn't matter if
I never get it.

- I can't take your money.
- All I was saying is, I'm here.

Yeah.

Can you promise me you won't
offer me money ever again?

- If that's what you want, yeah.
- Yeah, that's what I want.

We'll have a girl over there,
a girl dancing. She'll be here...

Turn it down.

Come in, come in.

This is looking like
a gang bang here.

Are we getting paid for all
these extra bodies?

- Are we?
- Yeah, it's taken care of.

You need me,
I'll be outside the door.

Don't fuck us, man.

What's up, ladies?

What you pretty motherfuckers
standing around for?

I thought you boys
liked to party?

Hey, turn the music back on.

- Well?
- Look,

I didn't know Jimmy was gonna
bring ten guys. It was supposed
to be five.

"Supposed to" don't
pay their bills.

They'd make more than this
straight trickin'.

Jimmy coughed up
an extra thousand.

I'm gonna split it three ways.
Me, my dad and you.

- What about the girls?
- They get what they were gonna get.

- So you about to pinch 'em.
- Look. This thing exists because
of me.

And I deserve to be compensated.
And they get tips.

You think they
share that with us?

I'm going back in.

They called me difficult?

Fuck that. Somebody needs to
teach these new girls how to say no.

When they say no, they mean yes.

Joking.

So, I've been talking
with the guys from Vibrance

about renting office space,
for when your contract ends.

- For real?
- We'll form our own company.

That's our next move. So we
decide what kind of movies we make,

and you decide who
and how you fuck.

I'm all about that.

I figured it'll take 15 grand
to get started

Two grand a month to keep
things moving.

Can we afford that?

You just keep doing what you're
doing. Let me handle the
financial details.

So, what do you think?

Y'all need some cream?

We're okay. My friend here
takes it black, two sugars.

All right, food's coming up
shortly. -Thank you.

You remembered.

Worked homicide.
I got an eye for detail.

Jack tells me what you're doing
is worth a look.

You want 45th to take
a turn for the worse.

If possible.

And flipping
paper's not gonna get it.

If my team plays, you're gonna
get the best.

No doubt.

B.T. Express.
That's a bad jam right there.

"Bad jam"?
My father used to say that.

I know, I'm old.

You're not so old.

If it's a day or two,
I can look at the schedule.

It's not going to get better.

- I may have to recast your part.
- I know.

- How did it go?
- How does dinner and dancing
sound?

- Really? You feel up for it?
- Definitely.

Okay.

You want that?

Your mother.
She took the worst of it.

Jesus, I nearly killed that
woman. No, I did kill her.

I killed her spirit.

And if you hadn't run,
I would have killed yours too.

- ...damn clothes if she wants.
- You're a bitch, too.

I think if I could see your
face... just once.

I think if I could
see you as you are...

I would have the strength to go.

I wish I could do what you do.

Art belongs out here
where everyone can see it.

I'm meeting some friends
at Paradise Garage.

Can you dance?

- Shit yeah.
- Come with me.

I was 50-50 you'd pull away.

Hey. Yeah, it's cost per head.

- This all from last night?
- Yup. What did I tell you?

Maybe we got something here.

Another guy asking if we could
send a few more girls over to
the island.

- We need to hire more drivers.
- I ain't paying for nobody's
gas.

- What's her name?
- Beats me.

It's an open mic.
Wanna put your name down?

Me? No.

Wow, this is... amazing.

- Do we dance? First time here?
- I've never been to a club like this.

This place isn't just a club.

- Hey!
- Hey!

Hey!

- I'm so glad you made it.
- I brought a friend.

- Hi, friend.
- Hello, friend!

- Hi. Pilar.
- Paul.

Hi, Paul.

- Michael. How is it going?
- Hey, Mr. Pipilo.

- Haven't seen you in a while.
- Frankie still here?

- V.I.P.
- And Vincent?

He's in the back.
Want me to get him?

Nah, we're good.

- 'Night, Michael.
- All right.

I heard you had a good night.

- Look, Rudy.
-"Look, Rudy"?

- It's not how it looks.
- What's it look like, Frankie?

- I'm just saying...
- Yeah, you're always fucking saying.

This is how I blow off steam.
I got a right to have fun.

Yeah, do ya?

- Come on, have a drink.
- No, Frankie.

Sit.

- You brain-dead piece of shit.
- All right. That's enough.

You don't know
shit about enough.

Okay, all right, fine.

You know what?
Take your money. It's five Gs.

No.

Come on. I want you to have it.

- No.
- C'mon, Rudy.

Make me say no one more time.

Dad... What do you want from me?

Nothing.

How did you even find me?

The movies.

One of the guys at work saw
one of the movies

and didn't have sense enough
not to tell me.

Fuck him!

I don't care about the movies.
And I don't care about any of it.

I just knew that you were alive.
And I wanted to see you.

That's all.

Well, now you've seen me.

Yeah.

Liss, open up, baby.
Come on, now.

- One more dance.
- No, I'm sitting this one out.

- Come on!
- Abby, you guys go. We'll watch.

Paul, you love this song. Go!

All right, one dance, but then
home. -Yeah.