All language subtitles for The.Deuce.S03E04.2160p.MAX.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.HDR.DV.x265-NTb.srt - eng(2)

You guys are doing great work
there. -Fuck yourself, Frankie.

Oh, shit.

I guess we should've
packed that first.

No, there's no room really.

- Reg, you want it?
- No.

Well, hell. Just leave it on
the street for anyone, I guess.

- Come here.
- Thank you.

Turns out you weren't
the worst boss I ever had.

Boss?

Yeah, I'm a filmmaker.

Right.

- Fuck.
- Mr. Rouse, you got a minute?

- Reg!
- I'm so proud of you, baby girl.

Look... I get it.
You're her father.

She's been through a few things,
and this can't be easy.

What, a few things?

Whatever happened in
your past and hers,

whatever's already been said and
done, just... let it be.

Don't talk about it,
don't pick it up,

don't look at it, don't pick off
no scabs, just let it be.

- Can you do that?
- Could you?

All these years I thought
that... I thought she might be dead.

And now I know the world was
just... using her as a... whore.

Taking advantage. Of her.

Of me.

I've-- I've been
in Times Square a long time.

I've known a lot of whores.
Some are actually decent people.

Shit.

- Margaret? You ready?
- Yeah.

- Thanks, guys.
- See ya.

Man, that's great.
She's going home.

What? What, you stupid?

They can never go home.

- Oh, shit, I--
- It goes to the A there.

Oh, yeah. The A. Okay, um...
This? -All on the same fret.
Right here.

- Lori, taxi's here. We gotta go.
- Okay.

- Come on.
- Sorry, I guess I gotta go.

- So, how am I doing?
- You're getting there.

Cool, thanks. Yeah, I'm gonna
take it with me to New York,

so I can practice there.

You know, and then I--
I just wanna get to a point

where I can play along with you
while I sing.

Cool. See you when you get
back. -Cool. Thanks. Bye.

Lori, come on!
Jacket, purse, bag, let's go!

- Come on.
- Okay. Jesus fucking...

Let's go.

Frankie, don't it seem a little
bit reasonable to you

to give Rudy just a taste
of the movie thing,

seein' as we've been taking a
taste of the peeps the whole
time?

He expects the skim. As long as
we don't take too much, we're
good.

But he's pissed about the
movies. Why not give him just a
small piece?

Well, if he stops bitchin'
about it all the time, maybe I will.

Come on, Frankie. Just a taste,
so I don't have to stress.

All right. A taste. For you.

- Hey.
- Hey. Hey.

Here you go.

Anything else for Rudy?
You know, from your movies?

What, he's still bitching
about that?

Well, if he's still bitching
about it, then fuck him.

Hot, wet ladies are here
to make your day...

...824 to New York JFK,
now boarding at Gate 32.

Oh, shit, I forgot to bring
my guitar!

Lori, let go. They just called
our flight! Come on!

American Airlines flight 27...

Cecil! Petey?

- Alone?
- A hundred years have I watched.

Do your thing.
Your flashlight on the tree.

Every living creature who
wonders this way bemoans their
lonely existence.

And yet, I stand witness.
Proof they are not alone.

- Am I doing it wrong?
- Yes!

- Woe is me.
- It's a deer in the headlights.
Got it.

- Abandoned by kin.
- Shut up.

Assaulted by the very...

- I need some time off.
- No problem. When?

- Don't exactly know yet.
- Let me know when you do.

It's to go down to Washington
for those porn hearings.

I'm gonna testify.

They're looking for ex-hookers
and porn people to tell their
stories, and...

shit, I got a story, don't I?

- I didn't even ask. Why tell me?
- 'Cause you should come with me.

Stop.

You were one of the people
who started the movement.

Now something's really happenin'
and you're not with us.

- We want the same things!
- Not really.

- How can you say that?
- How can I say that? How can
you?

You-- You're about to take
something that was supposed to be

a campaign about awareness
and consciousness-raising

and-- and hand it over to
Reagan, and Meese, and...
Phyllis Schlafly.

You're being used by extremists.

How is it extreme?
We got that law passed in Indiana.

We got another one almost passed
in Minnesota. And who got hurt?

Nobody but some
fucking pornographers,

and now, there a chance
for a federal law to do it everywhere.

Dworkin and the others
are playing with fire.

- Yeah!
- Yeah. You tie

the anti-pornography movement
to censorship and you lose.

You piss away any good that
Women Against Pornography ever did.

You take all the time you need.

Sometimes that's what you gotta
look for.

The ones that can make the
stupid shit sound smart. That's
an actor.

So, the-- the deer,
but not the tree.

Nah. I didn't believe
that leafy bitch for one second.

- Blitzen!
- Huh. 'Scuse me?

You were fucking great! You
were! You were the best part of
that mess.

I got some good news
and some bad news.

- Which one you want first?
- I'm an actor, so give me the
bad news.

I got a great part for you,
but it's in an X-rated movie.

Hang on.
I'm gonna match the SAG rate,

but to get it you gotta show
your ass, you gotta fuck a
little on film.

- The good news?
- The good news is no fucking
antlers!

Come on. Let me buy you a cup of
coffee. There's a place around
the corner.

Yeah, all right.

Hey, Papi, wanna warm up?
Just a little bit?

Hey, Daddy. You wanna date?

If I break an ankle in these
stilts, I get workman's comp, right?

Hey. Lemme help you out.

- Gracias.
- You look cold.

Papi?
- No, but I can help you warm up.

- I got a room inside.
- How much?

Fifty'll get ya 30 minutes
in heaven with Florencia.

Half and half, right?

- Rob, company's comin'.
- Copy that.

Bitch, everything I say,
you hear backwards.

It's bullshit, man. I know, I
know. That's what I said.

Oh, let's get this goin'. All
right. Mama's so fucking hot.

I cannot wait to fuck you.

- Yeah, it's gonna be so good.
- So fucking good, baby.

- Yeah, let's get--
- Ah, ah, ah, lover boy!

Money first.

- You a cop?
- Honey, do I look like a cop?

No, you do not look like a cop.

- Thank you!
- Thank you.

- Knock, knock!
- What the fuck?

- Oh, shit!
- Shit. You set me up?

You got cops hiding in your room
and I set you up?

- You set me up!
- Oh, fuck me!

Sorry. That's pretty much
off the table now.

- Puta madre.
- Out the door. Come on.

Down the hall, to the right.

The wagon's around the corner.
ETA 30 seconds

Hey.

Hey.

- I'm, uh... Vince.
- Pilar.

Nice to meet you, Pilar.

- Didn't I leave the thing on?
- Yeah you did, but it's cool.

I-- I'm just beat. I was gonna
crash on the sofa.

I'll just grab an extra blanket.

Look, I gotta-- I gotta crash.
It was a long night at the club.

Of course, if, uh... you two
ladies need a spare part or two,
I'm...

nothing if not a giver.

I mean, I-- I like women too,
so... we already got that in common.

Vin.

Okay.

Fuck.

minga.

- Baby, you're up.
- Yeah? Oh, okay. Sorry. One sec.

She's just-- Come on.

- You ready? You feel good?
- Yeah.

Make sure you say hi to Stevie
for me, okay? I've known him a
long time.

- Okay.
- Hold on one second. One second.

Okay. Right. Good. Go for it.
Okay. -Thank you, sweetie. Okay. Yeah.

All right.
Good luck!

- Thank you.
- Break a leg.

Hi. I'm Lori Madison,
and I'm 120 pounds, give or take.

- And your height?
- 5'5" and three-and-a-half
quarters.

- Excuse me. Do you work here?
- I'm sorry. One sec.

Yes, sir. How can I help you?

I'm looking for something
to buy my wife.

Oh, I see. What's her style?

Can't you just tell me
what scarf you'd want?

If that's what you'd like,
but I'm not your wife.

Could we run it one more time
from the top?

And, uh, this time,
give us seductive.

Oh, okay. That...

What you really wanna do is get
him to screw you in a dressing room.

Can I just ask...
what, uh, is the story?

Like, beyond the scene.

He's a serial killer.

He doesn't actually have a wife;
he's lying about that.

His mother worked in
a department store.

She stole a scarf from work,
lost her job.

And that forced her to turn to a
life of prostitution in order to survive.

Okay.

And now he goes around
murdering young women

who remind him of his mother.

In the next scene, he's gonna
actually strangle you

with a scarf you picked out.

Ready?

'Scuse me, do you work here?

Yes, sir.
How can I help you?

Everything we can do
to the guy, we're doing it.

You've got six prostitution
stings in the last three weeks,

all with convictions
on the premises.

I've had the fire marshal
through there twice this month.

Building inspectors, health
inspectors. -How much longer are
we talking?

We only need two convictions,
one more case in the pipeline,

and you've got
enough to padlock.

I understand how the padlock law
works, Constable.

- What I'm asking is how long?
- Gene. These cases should hold up,

but we can't speed the process
all that much.

The fact is the property owner
has the right to appeal

our use of this case
under the nuisance statute.

Even with a TRO, the judge could
deny us conjunctive relief

if they mount a coherent appeal.

The rights of property owners
are baked into the system.

- It's how it works.
- Fuck all!

And thanks to this shit-stain
of a hotel,

we have lost a 30 million dollar
business complex.

- Is that what I'm hearing?
- The money won't wait?

Not a month more.
It will go elsewhere.

What the fuck is it about
the center of this fucking town?

Everything is one step forward,
two steps back.

Hey, Lor. Check it out.
Everywhere we go, there you are.

- So, how'd it go?
- Okay, I guess.

- Yeah? What did Stevie say?
- Stevie wasn't there.

Why not? Okay. Well, I'll call
him when we get back to the hotel.

It's no problem. Christ.
Which way is the hotel?

This whole goddamn city
smells like piss, you know that?

No complaints, Jack.
Everything ran like clockwork.

Your people gave me everything
I asked for.

- You don't look happy.
- Oh, the case work is fine.

By the time it leads us
to a padlock on the place,

the money will have walked away,
so my boss is telling me.

So, what? You're not a realtor,
you're a fucking cop, right?

- The last I checked.
- But I'm good taking my people
back?

I mean, everyone comes home, I
get to put 'em back down in the
hole?

Everybody goes home, Jack.

Even Jennifer?

- Fuck you, Jack.
- Fuck you, Jack!

He's right though.
You, I'd prefer to keep.

Well, if you have more work
for me, then you can.

- Well, I wouldn't call it work.
- You flatter yourself.

Girl, you got a mouth on you.

- Drink up, motherfuckers!
- Yeah!

Good work.

Angela, I forgot your birthday.

How could I have done that?

Shit. Yeah. Hello-- Hello.
Stevie, hey!

Yeah, not bad, buddy. Not bad.
Uh... So-- So listen, how did, um...

Okay. Well, how about this?
How about she comes back in,

and reads against
your guy, and we--

Come on, man, seriously. We came
all this way because you said
we'd--

Right. Yeah. Right. Right.
Right, well, thanks for nothing.

Fuck!

- Where are you going?
- To go talk to him.

- He's making a big mistake.
- Let it go, Greg!

Nah, he owes me.
We have history.

If I'm not good enough for the
part, then I shouldn't have the part.

Baby, you were good enough.

How the fuck do you know?
You weren't even in the room.

Yeah, neither was he.
And that's the problem.

- Greg!
- He's got to see it for himself, okay?

It was his idea to have you
audition. His. I didn't even ask
him, Lori.

- He came to me.
- I don't want the part!

Then what the fuck are we
even doing in this shithole?

I swear to Christ on the
motherfucking cross, do you even
know what you want?

You don't wanna do fuck films
anymore, you don't wanna do real
films--

- I do wanna do real films!
- How can you say that

when you're turning your back
on a job?

It's not a job, they don't want
me! -They want you! They don't
know it yet.

Thirty-fucking-thousand dollars.

Hey, that's a steal.

How long have you known that
artist? -Marco?

About ten years.
We were at RISD together.

I know he's your friend and all,
but... doesn't it burn you up?

He gets a solo show
to papier-mâché fucking cowboy.

Yeah, it does.
But who cares what I think?

Wall Streeters think they've
found the next Basquiat, he can
name his price.

And he has.

- Stay with me tonight.
- That was the plan.

I mean all night.
Don't go back up town.

I'm afraid we rattled him.

I'm gonna have to call,
so at least he's not expecting me.

Slice of cheese.
Enjoy, man.

Hey, look at her.
Look at her!

- Lori? Lori?
- Hey.

- Hey, Lori.
- Mike.

- Oh, my God.
- Hi.

Hi.

This is no different than
anything else you and me are
gonna do.

- We'll get some breakfast.
- No. N-- Abby.

- The problem--
- Abb-- Abby. Abby.

You have fun. Okay?

Hey. Look who I found.

Holy hell. Lori Madison.

- Shit, you're not even open yet.
- What, are you kiddin'? You're
royalty.

- What are you drinkin'?
- Uh... Vodka cranberry.

You got it. Have a seat.
Tell me everything.

There's nothing to tell. I'm
still a whore, I just got famous
for it.

- Ah! Come on.
- I'm not gonna lie to you, Vincent.

Look...
Even when you were a whore...

...you weren't a whore.
Not ever.

What does that even mean?
It means... welcome home.

- Hey, fellas.
- What the fuck is going on here?

- Interviewin'.
- Interviewin'?

I'm holdin' onto a lot of
tension, so I need Maya to do
that thing she does.

Shit! Rudy, I'm sorry.
Maya's on an outcall tonight.

- Had I known...
- All right, whose available
then?

Right now, um...

Star. She should be coming off
her break soon.

- Which one is Star?
- The redhead with the...

No gingers. Freckles fuck me up.
It's too Irish.

All right, so, what about, uh,
one of these?

I could ask, but officially
they're not hired yet.

The big one...
is the outcall envelope.

All my girls are practically
living in Midtown hotels. We're
making a killin'.

That's great,
but who am I supposed to fuck
now?

I'm sorry for the inconvenience,
Rudy. You can come back in an
hour or two.

You're telling me that
business is so good,

I can't even get laid in
my own goddamn whorehouse?

I'll call over to the Alhambra

and see if Jackie can send over
some girls for you.

Thank you, sweetheart.
Orientals if they got 'em.

There you go.

- Is he taking requests?
- He is now.

Do you have "No Easy Way Down"
by Dusty Springfield?

Dusty in Memphis.
Got it right here.

Excuse me.

- You're my first lieutenant.
- That a fact?

I don't like guys who make rank.

Me neither.

Can you play that again?

Hey.

- Manuel!
- Yeah, Vince?

You and Jay, you go have a
dinner on me. It's gonna be a
long night.

- Now, boss?
- Yeah, now.

I'll finish up here.
vamos a comer.

- Jerome!
- Yeah? What's up?

- Let's take a walk.
- All right, man.

- Delancey and what?
- Uh... Delancey and Essex.

Actually, go to the FDR and take
us halfway around the island, okay?

W-- Wait, wait. Hold on.

- Wha-- For a blowjob?
- Just for safety.

For safety?

You haven't been in New York.
It's going around. It's
everywhere.

Once a whore, always a whore.

No, no, no, no. It's-- It--
It's not like that.

You can fuck me,
but you can't use a cover.

Jesus, Lori.

I guess there are worse things
I could be, right, Vincent?

Some of the best people
I've known have been whores.

What's the last thing you
remember? -I was driving.

There was a bright light
and then... I woke up here.

Is it weird to be proud of this?

- Not at all. You did great.
- You think?

How long have I been in the
hospital? - A week.

- Oh, my God. A week?
- You've been in a coma.

Don't worry. Everything's
going to be all right now.

You're in good hands.

Bravo. And so fucking handsome.

- I don't know.
- What's wrong?

I'm a little run down.

You don't have to do anything.

Just relax.

- Nurse Paul is here.
- I do declare, my big, handsome man.

Don't worry, Dr. Mackie.
You're in good hands.

- You saved me.
- I was only doing my job.

I'm sorry. I'll make it up to
you. -It's not your fault.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Hey. -Thanks for stopping by.

- Yeah. What's up?
- I want you to come talk

to some people...
about what you do.

- What I do?
- Your films.

- Okay. Who am I talking to?
- Woman Against Pornography.

Why the fuck would I do that?

No, I've seen those ladies
parading out in front of the peeps.

Sad housewives, pissed-off
lesbians and Loretta!

- Who, me?
- Not all. Not all.

Some of them are
movers and shakers.

Dworkin, a few others.
They're thinkers.

And they believe they can get
a federal law on the books...

to ban pornography.

Why do they wanna talk to me?
I make dirty movies.

They're feminists. So are you.

- Oh, I am?
- Yeah! You are.

Isn't that what your movies are
saying? Think about it.

I'm just making my movies for
me. My movies say what I want
'em to say.

Okay then. Tell 'em that.

Candy, these women are about
to take something

that was meant to be a campaign

about the objectification
of women...

and hand it to Ronnie Reagan,
so he can use feminism

to beat down open speech.

Just... go with me.

And tell them you're a woman,
and you shoot fuck films,

because they say exactly what
you wanna say.

Make them tell you you're wrong.
Because you're not wrong.

- Hey! You can't park here.
- I'm not staying.

I know you're not.
That's my cab lane you're
blocking.

All right, girls. You got
my beeper number. I'll stay close.

Pick up: chili and a hot dog.
We got an order of...

Apple pie with a slice
of melty yellow cheese.

- You want some?
- I'm trying to lose a few.

Well, you could take that rug
off. There's a couple right there.

That's not funny. Fuck you.

Hey, don't you gotta be going
through the parlors about now?

It's your-- It's your busy
time. -There's no busy time anymore.

Not as many are coming in with
that virus scaring everybody.

Those that do wrap themselves in
plastic just to get their dicks nibbled.

Pathetic.

- Glad I'm married.
- Me too.

I'll tell ya, the real money now
is the outcall.

Parties especially.
Half the guys don't wanna fuck.

They just want the girls to
dance or eat each other's pussy.

Or maybe take 'em
in the back room for a blow,

but they still tip
like it's straight fucking.

Easy money for the girls.

All it costs me is gas money
and some car rentals.

You know, I remember when
sex was sex.

Yeah.

Speaking of which... Rudy came
in last night for some trim.

And he was crying about you not
giving him no piece of your movies.

- What the fuck?
- His feelings are hurt.

- Throw him a little somethin'.
- All right!

- But keep the peace.
- All right, I said! Jesus
Christ!

Fucking guy.
Left, right, and fucking center!

Fucking sawed-off guinea.
Just wears you down.

Goddamn.

Have some fucking pie, why
don't ya? -Fine.

- It'll cost ya one wig.
- Don't fucking touch that thing.

Shit.

Excuse me. Excuse me!
Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey, hey!

Frankie.
Come on. Please, please. Go.
Quick!

- Okay, do something.
- What happened?

He-- He wanted to be fed lobster
while getting blown.

- Why didn't you call security?
- You said, for trouble to call
you!

- Fuck.
- I told you to call 911.

What the fuck is happening?
What the fuck is happening right
now?

- Fuck.
- Do the thing. Do the mouth thing.

- It's not working!
- Fuck!

- Get a pen. Get a fucking pen!
- Okay. Okay.

- I can't find one an--
- Come on.

What are you do-- What the
fuck? -What the fuck?

Hush now.

Oh, no.
This is your fault. I told you--

Shut the fuck up!

Security. Open up!

- Motherfucker!
- What are you doing? They're
breaking--

Hey, he's saving
him! Get the fuck...

Bermuda.

- For the fucking weekend?
- Yeah.

No, no, no.
No, there's a, um...

There's an opening at La MaMa
that I wanna see on Friday night.

There's one actor in
particular... -What's he
playing? A rock?

Or maybe he's Death himself
with a scythe and a dildo.

I think I've seen everything
that off-off Broadway has to offer.

Come on.

- Oh, thanks.
- Bermuda.

I... Oh, I can't go
away this weekend.

Is he better looking than me?
I bet he's got a full head of hair.

No. I gotta cast my movie.

I don't-- I don't get the point
of finding everybody now.

You're talking about shooting it
piecemeal between paying jobs, right?

So... what's the point in
finding everybody now

if you're just gonna wait
for months to use some of them?

So, what? Start with the scenes
based on which actors I can find
first?

- That's not a bad idea.
- You're welcome.

So, we're going this weekend?

...thank you for sharing
your time with me tonight.

The subject I wanna discuss
with you,

peace and national security,
is both timely and important.

Timely, because I have reached
a decision,

which offer a new hope
for our children...

When shall we three meet again?

In thunder, lightning...

- Ah, the Scottish play.
- No, no. It's Macbeth.

When the hurly-burly's done,
when the battle's lost and won.

Stay.

- Close your eyes.
- What?

Close your eyes, Vincent.

'Kay. They're closed.

Open your eyes.

Make a wish.

- I hope it comes true.
- You sure about that?

Come here.

So, what, is it like a-- like a
pus? A pus. Well, take a look.

Just get a mirror, like a
bathroom pocket-book mirror,

and hold it underneath.

And if it's you, Sammy, no one's
gonna believe it's a hooker
anyway, right?

Hold that thought.
A suit just walked into my office.

I gotta go. All right.

- Hey, guys. Give us a minute.
- Sure thing, Mike.

Back in five.

Officer Dugan, move your car.

You're blocking someone
trying to go home.

- A suit?
- You ain't that?

I remember when you were
in the bag, Alston. I remember
you--

Yeah, we were all
in the bag once.

I need some help with somethin'.

Something I don't
know how to do.

How to do it.
Who I would ask. How it happens.

- I don't got a clue.
- And I do?

What happened to your new
messiah, Jack Maple?

- It's not police work.
- The file's back on my desk.

Sounds fucked up.

Whoever's got the voucher log,
bring it back to the desk,
please!

That bad?

When it's that bad and that
fucked up, there's usually a
hell of a price tag.

- Enough.
- No.

We're just getting to the good
part. -The money shot, as it
were?

No, there's no money shot in
this one. The wolf's gonna get his.

The point we're trying to make,

the reason I asked Eileen
to come to speak to us tonight--

- Us?
- Come on, Abby,

you haven't stood with us
in a long time now.

Still standing in the same
place. -And we've moved on, yes.

Andrea, putting me aside for a
moment, the reason it's so dangerous

to think that there's
a one-size-fits-all answer to...

pornography, or, uh, obscenity,
or prostitution--

Yes, it's because...

What you wanna say about
men and women and fucking

is probably not the same thing
I wanna say, right?

So, we're all intelligent
people here.

We have to find some way
to be okay with that difference.

You're doing fine. You're on the
other side of the camera now.

- I'm sorry, I forgot your name.
- Andrea.

Andrea. Uh... I was fine with it
when I was fucking on film.

Yeah, I was fine with it when
I was fucking in the street.

- Those were choices I made.
- And you've done well by them.

I've done what I've done. That
makes sense to me, maybe not to you.

And this makes sense to me.
Not to you, okay.

But if we're... gonna stand
together on this as women--

I mean, look, you're not gonna
wanna tell me who I can fuck, right?

You don't wanna do that.
You don't wanna tell me...

what should turn me on.

It's just the same with what I
film. It's the same goddamn thing,

because I'm not trying
to clean shit up.

When I'm filming people fucking,
what I'm after

is the truest, wildest shit
that's already in all our heads.

I mean, that's the truth I'm
after. -I'm sorry, who are you?

To come in here and pretend
that your outcome, right,

your personal achievements
in a multi-million dollar industry

that feed off and fuels
American sexual oppression

are representative
of what awaits other women.

Are they becoming auteurs?

Are they gonna get paid
for their vision?

You think I was born with
a camera in my hand?

- No.
- Do you know where I've been?

You know how hard it was
for me to get here?

- This is pointless.
- Why?

- Andrea, this is a woman that--
- No. No, no, no.

The anecdotal does not help us
here, Abby.

The anecdotal is the problem,
because the fact remains

that for every
prostitute who thinks

that she can manage
her own commodification,

there are two dozen who can't.

Okay. They're brutalized
by the process.

For every porn actress
who thinks she can stand in the light,

there are two dozen who are
used up and tossed aside.

- Okay.
- You are the strong one.

That's very good for you, Candy.
Or... Arlene, or whatever your
name is.

But how many women do you know
who've done what you've done,

whose outcome was not yours?
Where are they now?

And how many are better
because of this brave new world,

and how many are worse?

And, remember,
for every playful little scene

of some self-actualized Red
Riding Hood, vanquishing her
fears and inhibitions,

there are a dozen videotapes
up on Eighth Avenue of women

being gang-banged or tortured,
or made to fuck everything.

- What about those women?
- Are you speaking for them?

I-- I don't know.

- But I'm speaking.
- So are we, okay?

And we
are doing so for every woman

who now has to be seen
and considered...

and subordinated in light of
what you have made your work.

For every woman who is raped
or tortured,

if not because of what
you thought to film,

then for all the help
that you gave them

making that thinkable for some
pornographer to put up on screen.

Excuse me.

Are you a fucking moron?

Come on. Get out. Let's go. Go!

- Really?
- What? It's just in case.

- Yeah, go ahead. It's sulfate.
- Yes.

Look, Candy, I'm sorry.

- That was vicious.
- Yeah.

Yeah, they were assholes.

Fuck it!

Maybe I needed to hear
some of that shit.

Uh... Maybe I should just sing
and you should play.

- Whatever you want.
- Okay, thanks.

Shouldn't even charge for this.

One, two, three.

Officially, we're late.
It's after midnight.

My brother could
ruin a wet dream.

One more trip around the sun
for the Martino brothers!

Thank you!

Hey! Some champagne.

Hey babe, will you grab me
some bubbly?

- I'll be right back. Okay?
- You got it.

All right. Let's go.

- What the fuck is it now?
- You know what now.

- You keep steppin' on my shit.
- Oh, did I? Well, you know what?

You're the only one who
complains. Am I right, George?

Everybody else is getting
their head up on our shit.
Except you.

You're the only one who keeps
running back to Tommy Longo

to get your fucking discount.
Well, you know what?

I'm done with your bullshit.

This ain't right.

Goddamn it!

- Vince. I gotta go.
- What's the problem?

- Black Frankie is at Rikers.
- What the hell happened?

Something went wrong at a hotel.
They fucked up one of the
outcall johns.

- How bad?
- Attempted murder.

I gotta go find a lawyer
and a bondsman.

Tell Fran I had an emergency.
Make sure you walk her to the car.

Yeah, all right.

All right, first birthday dance
goes to you, Miss Fuego.

Who, me?

You wanna dance?

Thank you.

- You Lori Madison, right?
- No.

You sounded great, babe.

Whatever you want
me to do, I'll do.

You want me to fuck, I'll fuck.
You want me to suck, I'll suck.

You wanna shove a fucking broom
up my ass...

I can sweep up the set floor
while I do everything else.

- Lori...
- Okay?

You win. I can't do anything
else. You happy?

- Who called it in?
- Anonymous.

- What d'you find?
- Oh, a set fire definitely.

Accelerant's petroleum-based.
Pour pattern evident on the floor.

Whole shit-pile
would have gone up

if the guy had checked
the air vent in that room.

It was shut.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

When you speak of
me, speak well.

Frankie, this is gonna hurt.

- Kings full of tens!
- Fuck you.

You bring a full boat
to my straight on my birthday!

That's not how friends
treat friends.

You want me to fold
with a full house

because your mother dropped you
one day and not the next.

malaka.
- Frankie, Georgie raped you.

You all are fucking degenerates.
I'm actually going to bed.

Kalinixta.

Happy birthday, you little shit!

What, you givin' up?
The shake of the evening.

Don't hurt yourself.

Holy shit!

Open the fucking door!

- What happened?
- Motherfucker!

I thought you left.

I did, th-- There's some
fucking asshole out there

shooting up the fucking block.

Oh shit!

Come on!
Let's get out of here.

Frankie. Shit.

Fuck. Go get Vince!

- Shit. Fuck, Frankie!
- Vince! Vince!

Yo! Come quick!
Vince, come on!

Shit!

Shit!

Frankie.

What happened?

Call a fucking ambulance.

Hey, Frankie.

Hey, yo, cut the fucking music!

Brother... Don't. Don't. Don't.

- The rule.
- Back the fuck up!

What rule?

- Infield fly...
- What?

Back it up!

- You never got it. It's simple.
- Frankie.

- Two men on base.
- Jesus Christ.

- One out...
- Frankie.

- Don't. Frankie!
- Simple.

Bet that.

Frankie!

Jesus Christ!
Where's the fucking ambulance?