All language subtitles for The.Deuce.S03E05.2160p.MAX.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.HDR.DV.x265-NTb.srt - eng(2)

What can I say?
Frankie Martino, ageless.

Married to this beauty, father
to these two little guys.

Come on, buddy!

Jack of all trades.
Whatever it takes.

You're in for it now.

Now, what do inquiring minds
want to know?

That's all a story
as big as New York City.

This was right after Christmas.

He figured it would be nice for
the boys to have something to watch

when they got older.

Born at
Victory Memorial Hospital,

raised in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.
Destined for greatness from day one.

Frankie Jr.'s not having it.
He's done.

I was drafted by none other
than the Los Angeles Dodgers.

But who wants to live in Los
Angeles? You know what I'm
sayin'?

If you're gonna tell your whole
life story, I'm gonna go put
this one down.

All right, good night, little
man. Good try. Now, you're the
oldest, right?

Yeah, by 23 minutes.
Give it a fucking rest.

When you're the oldest,
you got special responsibilities.

You got to look after
your little brother.

You gotta stick up for him,
no matter what. For instance...

Here we go.

...Fort Hamilton High School,
Junior varsity baseball.

Your Uncle Vincent
was up against Eddie DiNoto,

this real a-hole
from New Utrecht...

- I went out with that guy once.
- DiNoto? The fuck outta here!

No, I did. His parents
knew my parents. They set it up.

- What base did he get to?
- Screw you.

...DiNoto plugs
Vincent right in the back.

So, I come charging out
of the dugout right at him.

And he's watching Vince
walk to first,

like, leering at him, so he
don't even see it comin'.

Caught him
right in his fat face!

- That's my boy.
- DiNo goes down,

crying like a little girl!

Well, I got a boxer's fracture
on my pinky.

Yeah, I had to sit out
the rest of the season.

- Is that true?
- Yeah.

He sat out the rest of the
year? -I did his chores for months

after he got the cast off.

That snake.

So, I didn't wanna hit that kid.
But I had to, for my little brother.

All right? So, nobody messes
with him again, you understand?

play Atari?
- Yeah. Come on.

He was so good with them.

We'll deal with this,
uh, some other time.

Anyway, the point is...

I always had to look out
for Vincent.

I might be the smart one,
but Vincent's the good one.

Till next time.

That's it?

- Oh! Holy shit!
- Oh my god...

Okay, yeah, yeah.
Just like that.

- This the same movie?
- He used the same tape!

That motherfucker!

Classic.

Fuck me!

Frankie Martino.

Ageless.

Dr. Kobler, extension 423.

- How is he?
- His lungs are filling with fluid.

- Pneumonia?
- Pneumocystis pneumonia, specifically.

The most common infection
associated with AIDS. We see
this a lot.

We're giving him antibiotics,
but they can only do so much.

His immune system
is severely impaired.

He's showing advanced symptoms
of dementia as well.

Our psych evaluation determined
that he lacks capacity.

What do you mean?

He can't make decisions
for himself anymore.

It's time for him to come home.
He doesn't want to die in a hospital.

That may be, but unless you've
been officially designated

as a healthcare proxy, you're
not able to make that choice for him.

Only the next of kin can decide.

I've lived with him for seven
years; I know what he wants.

Then you need to tell his
family. -He hasn't seen his
family since 1969.

I'm sorry.
Legally, there's nothing I can do.

We can't release him
in this condition. Not to you.

You need to make a call.

- Jeff.
- Gene.

Doc?

I usually see my patients
in my office.

Doc, I wanted to
tell you I'm cured.

I know what the
fire marshal said.

But you know good and goddamn
well this wasn't an insurance play.

It's an open investigation,
so I really can't comment on it.

- What'd he get?
- The original ask. One point two.

- I hope that's thousands.
- It's a fair price.

Fair?
I put my ass on the line for
fair?

We got what we wanted.

That's all this porno thing
was bringing in?

- Give or take.
- Fuckin' idiot blocks me

for a piece of two Gs a month?

Shoulda kicked the shit out
of him just for wasting my time.

Well, maybe he was just
trying to make a point.

Say what you will about Frankie;
he had principles.

Well, tell me this, then.

How in the hell was he feeding
that robust gambling habit of
his?

He was skimming off the peeps
that much?

He was selling a little coke
on the side.

I never thought Frankie
would go there. You?

Marriage. Kids. It changes
people. -How the fuck would you
know?

You gonna keep this porno thing
going? -Maybe.

- How much do you want?
- Just give me a taste.

That's all I ever
wanted from jump.

But he didn't do nothing.
He saved the fat man!

Yeah, well, when
the cops come in

and see a white guy
bleeding out from his neck,

a black guy hovering over him,

and two naked ladies
screaming their asses off,

in their heads,
they see an arrest.

- So, just tell them.
- Tell them what?

You're a bunch of call girls
and I run a fucking whorehouse?

So, how long
till we can go out again?

All right. Listen.
Guy's in a coma.

Now, we're keepin' vigil, like,
18 hours a day.

As long as we're there when he
wakes up, we'll make sure

he has his story straight
when he talks to the DA.

Then the charges go away,

Black Frankie comes home,
we're all back in business
again. Okay?

Where's Amber and Jhumpa?
They're supposed to be here tonight.

They don't want to do
the parlors no more.

- Why not?
- Compared to the outcall parties,

we make shit for
tips in this place.

I'm not sending you ladies to
the hotels without a bouncer and
a driver.

Why doesn't he drive? Huh?

I don't have a driver's
license. -What the hell do you
do then?

I broker the parties.

You find those beepers?

We must've dropped them
in the hotel room when shit got crazy.

The cops probably got them.

Fuck me.

- Hi, is Loretta around?
- Yeah, she's almost done her shift.

- I'll get her for you.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- There's a... guy here for you.
- Okay. Thanks.

That's it? I gotta tell you
all my business now?

Uh... If it's someone you're
going to D.C. with tomorrow,

it's fine. I-- I'm just curious.

Actually, I'm sticking here.

I thought you wanted to go
to the anti-porn hearings.

I think I'm ready to walk away.

But I'm still taking the days,
if that's okay with you, Boss?

Yeah, it's okay.

So, uh, who is that?

Who indeed.

I'd invite you in but there's
a fuckin' padlock on the door.

Ah, I can see that.

You had a good run.
Lotta good times, yeah?

We'll get you another.

That's for the Hi-Hat and the
parlors. Paul's been tied up.

It's all right. I know
the kid's having a tough time.

- How you holding up?
- I'm fine.

- You don't look it.
- Really?

Some asshole just killed my
brother. -We're gonna find out
who did it.

What?
You sayin' you don't know?

- Excuse me?
- I mean, who are you kiddin'?

You think I didn't see what was
going on between you two?

The Show Land money,
the porno tapes.

You were up in his face over
that shit three weeks ago right
in here.

You've hated him for years.

If you got something to say
to me, say it.

Think I just did.
It's okay, Rudy, I get it.

You know, just business. Right?
Isn't that what you people say?

You people.

Did you like this place?

Did you like holding court
behind the bar and being king of
the party?

Having the money to buy
whatever car you want,

whatever clothes you want,
whatever drugs you want?

Being able to fuck whatever
woman walked through that door?

I been nothin' but good to you.
And you lay this shit at my
feet?

You got your money.
I'll see you next week.

Get your head right!

Where'd you get that thing?

You-- You know who you look
like? You look like Joan Collins.

Hank got it for me. He's taking
me to the company picnic;

I didn't have a lot
of outdoor stuff, so...

- So, did you read it?
- I, uh... I glanced at it.

What'd you think?

I think it's...
like a short story.

And... Well, I don't know
The New Yorker,

so, you know... it's a pass.

- It's good stuff.
- It's not a script.

It's paragraph after paragraph
of people walking around having feelings.

It's mostly action lines.
There's not even any sex.

Oh, there's sex, but you would
have to read it to get it.

It's not an H.W. International picture.

I-- It's not even
a Candy Renee Femme-Erotica.

To be honest with you, I don't
know what the fuck it is.

Okay, but I know this:
I can't do anything for you.

Come on. You fuckin' serious?

You're not even gonna help me
with distribution?

- You're shooting on film, right?
- Yes, of course, I'm shooting on film.

All right,
so you have a quick day there,

you-- you need to put together
some short ends,

you can keep the camera
for an hour or two, have a blast.

- That I can do.
- What a cheap shit you are.

Well, why don't you ask
Richie Rich, huh?

Have him ante up
a few hundred thousand dollars.

I can make three features with
what he probably wipes his ass on.

- Don't go there.
- Ah, listen, I'm not judging you.

- You are judging me!
- That's how a lot of people get
it done.

Let me be clear about something.

I'm not fucking this guy for
his money. -Well, I never said that.

Is that what you think of me?
After all these years?

Well, you sure as shit had no
problem treating me like a customer.

You have no problem asking me,
uh, for cash

every time you get a wild hair about...

You really are a fucking
asshole! -...some fucking project.

No, you know what? I'm not an
asshole. I'm the dumbest john ever.

Because with you, all I get for
my money is a bunch of fucking
headaches!

Fuck you! Really.
Fuck you, Wasserman!

I don't understand
why you can't be there.

It's a turn-off to
the clientele, babe.

Guys see me hanging around
in the back of the club,

they know you're not
available. - I'm not.

Yeah--
Well, you know what I mean.

You're there to
feed their fantasy.

Kiki said the same thing
when she set this up.

Okay, then hang out
in the hotel room while I work.

Look. I've got a lot of meetings
on the calendar this week. Okay?

VCA, Caribbean, Caballero...
Plus, I need time to work on my
own thing.

I forgot. "Your own thing."

You're gonna miss your flight.

I'll see you next week.

The white zone is for the
loading and unloading of
passengers only.

No standing any time.

- Holy shit.
- You got something rose-colored?

Who was that dark-haired guy
at the Three-Six-Six,

runnin' his mouth
the night Frankie got shot?

- Italos?
- The Italian, yeah.

His name is Pasquale.

- He got a last name?
- Cacace.

All right.
What was he doing there?

He bought his coke from Frankie.
It came from me, pure.

But Frankie stepped on
the product too many times.

All right, where can I find him?
Pasquale?

- Talk to Tommy Longo.
- Why Tommy?

Pasquale's father is Gambino.
Tommy made the connect.

That motherfucker
hasn't said shit to me.

If Tommy can't help you
find Pasquale,

malaka'scar.

- Not many of them on the street.
- You got a make and model?

It's a Mustang,
SVO, turbocharged.

Dark gray. Hood scoop
on the right. Double spoiler.

- How the fuck you know all that?
- Greek men love cars.

I passed all my classes and
everything. All As and Bs. But
that didn't matter.

- Why, what happened?
- When you fill out the application

on the nurse's license, they ask
if you have a police record.

I coulda lied about it, but I
didn't want to have to live with
a lie,

always worried that somebody's
gonna find me out.

I think you made the right
choice. -Yeah, well, I got denied.

It's against the policy even if
it's just misdemeanors for solicitation.

They say it shows
my "moral character."

It's like all that hard work
didn't matter

because I made mistakes
when I was a kid.

- But you're fighting it?
- You're damn right I'm fighting it.

I talked to some of those
free-of-charge lawyers they got,

and they helped
me get a hearing.

I was thinking...

maybe if you could come
talk about how you know me...

Of course.
Just tell me where to go.

Thanks. Means a lot to me.

Eileen,
I hope you get this in time.

I am so, so sorry but
we can't do the picnic today.

That E.T.L.M. acquisition
I've been working on is running

into some regulatory problems
and the board of directors is
freaking out.

I gotta fly to London
and calm everybody down.

I'll be back by Tuesday.
I miss you.

Bye, honey.

It's your father.
Adam called again askin' for
money.

I, uh, managed to get a number
out of him this time.

It's, uh, two-one-seven,
three-six-eight-zero.

Two-one-seven three
- six-eight-zero.

I got eight girls here starting
at nine, rotate them twice each.

That puts you on around eleven.
You got your songs?

Yeah.

"Jessie's Girl," "Legs,"
"Photograph," and "She's a
Devil."

Your music video.
Nice. That's very smart.

You sure you haven't done this
before? -Nope. I'm a virgin.

Your Vibrance tapes got here
this morning

so I'll set up the merch table
up for you.

Come back at 10:00 and Danny
will let you in the back.

- Sounds good.
- We're so excited to have you.

Christ, it feels like
I've known you forever.

- Nothing?
- Still out cold.

I'm thinking about pulling the
cord and taking our chances.

I can't stand being around all
these sick people all the time.

God knows what's flying around
in here.

You wouldn't do
your boy like that.

All right. You're relieved.
See you tomorrow.

All right.

ICU, how can I help you?

- Excuse me, ma'am?
- Yes?

- Y'all do testing here, right?
- What kind of a test?

Angel, Miranda and Jade
to bar stage.

- Hi.
- All right, fellas...

in five minutes, the moment
you've been waiting for.

How's it going
out there tonight?

They're saving all their tips
for you.

Thanks a lot.

The hottest babe in porn.

You've seen every
inch of her flesh

but you've never seen her
in the flesh, Lori Madison!

Let's hear it for Eve McDaniel.

- Hey, Dad, can I get the keys?
- Here you go.

- Don't be too late.
- Thanks, Dad.

- Tell Courtney we said hello.
- Okay.

- Can we talk?
- Sure.

He's gonna be gone soon.

Well, a lot of kids wanna leave
home for college. Even New Yorkers.

I'm not worried about him;
I'm worried about us.

Once they're both out of
the house, what do we have left?

What are you talking about?
We have each other. Wh...

- I love you.
- Do you?

When was the last time you...
you surprised me?

Bought me flowers...
took me away for the weekend...

when was the last time
we even had sex?

We've been married for more
than 20 years, these things--

No. They don't.

I'm very safe.
I would never put my family at risk.

You know, you could have said
that you'd stop.

I can't stop.

It's who I am.

I'm sorry.

Paul?

- Mr. and Mrs. Lang?
- Oh, Phyllis. And, uh, Jonathan.

Thank you so much for calling
us. -No, it's nice to meet you.

It's nice to meet you. Can
we...? -Of course. Please.

Hey, look who it is.

- Hi, Tod.
- Hey.

It's really good to see you.

How was the show?

- The show?
- I'm sorry, I couldn't do it.

- It's your parents.
- I haven't seen my parents.

- We're here, Tod.
- Oh, okay. Thanks.

You should know,
you're still a total fox.

- Aren't you sweet?
- You got some ink on you.

Ah, shit. I guess that's why
they call them slicks.

Thanks.

That was awesome!
You're fucking great.

Oh, these are only 20 bucks.
Do you want two?

- Just one. The rest is yours.
- Oh, okay. Thank you.

- Who should I make it out to?
- Craig.

Here you go, Craig.

You could be so
much more than this.

Thank you.

- Okay, guy. Come on.
- I can't wait to see you again.

Wiggle your left foot for me.
Your right.

Squeeze my hand.

Can I get a thumbs-up?

Great. Looks like he'll be able
to breathe on his own.

We'll take him off the
ventilator, see how he does
without any support.

Your brother-in-law's gonna be
fine. -Thanks, Doc. It's a relief.

You wanna know who I am, right?

I'm the owner of Elegant
Entertainment Enterprises.

That ring any bells?

My company provided you
a special service.

A very special service by two
talented young ladies. Remember?

During this service, you choked
on a piece of lobster,

nearly killed yourself.

It's true.
Long story short,

one of my employees
saved your fucking life,

and for his troubles he's stuck
in Rikers now without bail.

So, here's what happens next.

You tell whoever they send here
from the DA's office

that the cops made
a terrible mistake.

That Francis Reed
is a Good Samaritan and a hero.

That he heard you struggling,
that he ran into your hotel room,

and saved your life.

Or... we could all talk

about how you hired a couple of
hookers for your Friday night fun.

You get it?

Can I get a thumbs-up?

Good.

- What a wonderful place.
- Thank you.

- Just the right amount of color.
- Yeah, Tod has a great eye.

Uh... Okay.
All right, you ready? Okay.

- Jon, could you give him a hand?
- Oh, wow. Okay.

Uh... Oh. Thank you.
One, two, three... There we go.

Right there.
Okay. Okay. Ready.

Is there--
Is there a bathroom?

Yes, sir. That door
back there to the left.

Thanks, sir.

Oh, I got it, I got it.
It's okay, baby. I got it.

Tod. Can I-- Can I
get you something?

No, thank you.

- They're nice.
- I know.

And they really care about you.

- I might take a nap.
- Sure.

We'll be right here.

...for granting
Donna this hearing.

This is Abby Parker. She's been
a friend of mine for a long time.

Mrs. Parker, I wanna thank you
for taking the time

to testify on Miss Pickett's
behalf today.

It's my pleasure.

How long have you known
Miss Pickett?

Uh... Almost... 15 years?

- And how do you know her?
- We met at a bar where I worked.

But this wasn't
in a professional capacity?

No, she was a customer.
But, um...

we got close at a difficult time
in Miss Pickett's life.

We understand she had
a number of arrests...

for... loitering
and solicitation.

Donna was a prostitute.

She stood on the street
every night for years,

she had sex with men for money
who did not know her,

and made money for men
who did not respect her.

And yes, she was picked up
by the police many times.

But she also earned her GED...
and went to night school,

and got a job in retail
selling clothes.

When I first met her,
she had a book in her hand:

A Tale of Two Cities.

It made me realize
that people are surprising.

And what you do...
isn't necessarily who you are.

And what do you do now?
Mrs. Parker?

I-- I still, um,
manage that same bar.

Okay. Thank you for your time.

- Next, Allison Mills.
- Yes, and I wanna thank you in
advance--

- All right, baby, be good.
- All right.

- These are cool.
- Thought you might need 'em.

How's the parlor?

Had to put the call-girl thing
on hold for a bit.

I got a full-blown
workers' revolt on my hands

as a result, but otherwise,
things are great.

- You wanna lay low for a while?
- Nah, I'm good, man. Let's hit it.

And you own the theater?

Well, I own a theater...
but Tod gets booked everywhere.

He's incredibly talented.
If you saw him on stage...

well, you'd be blown away.

Just the past few
years he's done...

Mamet, Christopher Durang,
Martin Sherman...

That's great.

He also just finished a six-week
run Uptown General.

Well, I wish
he'd told us. Can you believe
that?

- What about movies?
- Jonathan.

I hear that he made some
movies. -He did.

They were groundbreaking.
And important.

Having... sex on the beach
with other men. That's
important?

Can we not do this?
Please.

I'll, uh,
I'll meet you back at the hotel.

It's hard for him.

He loves Tod, he just...

He just doesn't understand.

I know.

We are both very proud of Tod.

And we're happy that he has you.

Thank you.

So, I know all about
your businesses.

Why don't you tell me
what you and Tod do for fun?

Okay. Um...
We love to go dancing.

So, Adam, what do you need
this money for now?

I'm starting a business.

People are gonna go crazy
over these pretty soon,

and if I can get my own
eight-color press and a dryer,

- Mine'll look way better.
- So, where are you gonna keep

your dryer and your...
eight... color press?

I know a guy, he's got a garage.
He said I can rent half of it,
200 a month.

So, I'll just need a thousand
to get me up and running.

So, how many of these you
gotta-- you gotta sell to pay
that back?

People, they make tons of cash
sellin' shirts.

No, I'm sure they do.
I just wanna make sure

you're not gonna throw away
a thousand dollars.

Thanks, you know,
thanks for believing in me.

What I think you need to do...
is make a real business plan.

Calculate your break-even point,

so you can give your investor
some confidence, that's what I'd
do.

I appreciate that advice.
Now you wanna be a parent.

I always wanted to be a parent.
I just-- I couldn't.

Things happened to me
I wasn't ready for and...

your grandfather pushed me away,
and I had to find the means

to take care of myself.

- So, you left me with him.
- I left you with Nana.

I was doing what was best for
you. -Yeah? Yeah, lying?

Lying? That's what was best for
me? Everybody feeding me bullshit,

saying you worked a secret job
at Washington...

...telling me my
dad was a bad guy...

You were too little to
understand. -...and you had to
hide me from him.

Am I old enough to understand
now? -No, apparently, you're
not.

You know what all my friends
said when I was a kid?

They said you were a whore.
I think they were fucking right!

Do your best.

Will you go see your nana?
She's very sick.

With the arson,
the Padlock Law kicked in.

No tenants, no rent checks.

Just an empty, rotting shithole
for the next year.

The good doctor decided it was
time to move on and focus on his practice.

Nice work. Where do you go next?

Oh, we're looking at 45th,
between... -Wanna know where to
go next?

I got maps.
Charts of the future.

In fact, I'd send you, tomorrow,
to the northeast exit of the bus terminal.

People don't come here anymore,
because once they walk out that door,

they get swarmed by ten-year-old
robbers.

You can build all
the pretty buildings you want.

- The streets are still dirty.
- There's an actual plan this
time, Jack.

Identify the developers who want
a slice of Times Square and help
them get it.

Whatever it takes. And once
we have all the pieces,

then the whole thing gets
cleaned up all at once.

Bringing in the private money,
that's how it gets done, Jack.

No. What gets it done
is giving a shit. Being relentless.

You, me, the bosses,
everybody with a shield.

We do our fucking job.
We get our city back.

We tried that. To fix this mess,
you have to tear it all down.

You let me know when you solve
the "arson mystery."

I bet you don't have a clue.

Keep the change.
Buy yourself a comic book. Luce?

- It's good seeing you, Jen.
- Yeah.

- Chris, nice meeting you.
- You too, Lucy.

What is he talking about?
"Mystery"?

Did you have something to do
with the fire?

I understand if you don't
want a nightcap.

Actually, I didn't know
you had the sack.

It's kind of hot.

What do you wanna do?

I'm gonna track down that
fucking murderer and take care
of him tonight.

- You think we'll find him?
- You know him?

Yeah, I know him.
Mulberry Street?

I got a seat over here!
Right over here! Get over here!

You look gorgeous!

What was that about?

We had a thing about Black
Frankie we had to figure out.

Oh. Black Frankie.
Come with me for a minute?

Abby.

- Don't.
- Don't what?

Whatever it is
you're going to do.

- I'm not gonna do anything.
- I know you're hurting. I can
see it.

But he's gone. Nothing you do
will bring him back.

- Yeah, I know that much.
- So, don't throw your life away, too.

- This isn't who you are.
- Okay.

Okay, you're right.

- Promise me.
- I promise.

Oh, my God!
Another round!

Did he ever tell you
how he got this little scar
here?

We had a little
Scottish terrier, Duchess.

She was the sweetest thing.
She used to...

steal his... favorite toy...

a little stuffed
Howdy Doody doll.

Howdy Doody?
- Loved him.

When Todd was four, Duchess
wanted that doll so badly,

she bit him. Right there.

He was terrified
of her after that.

We had to give her to the...
Snyders down the road.

He said he had a cat growing up.

- He did. That was why.
- Yeah.

His sister, Wendy,
will be here tomorrow.

Okay.

Now, we're at the Sheridan,
room 490. -Okay.

- Call us if anything...
- I will.

- Do you think he remembers us?
- I'm sure of it. Come here.

- Thank you, Paul.
- Of course. Here, let me walk
you--

No. It's okay.

You stay with him.

- Same time. Usual time.
- Yeah.

- All right, I'll see you, Quinn.
- I'll see you.

Tommy.

Shit... Not sure you should
be here. This is a club.

I'm not looking for a
membership card. -You know a
Pasquale Cacace?

- Never heard of him.
- He's Gambino, so...

Could be, uh... someone's kid,
then. Tony Cacace, maybe?

- Where can I find him?
- You'd better think for a minute.

I understand it's a, uh... It's
an emotional time for you. I get that.

But if this guy is who I think
he might be, his father's made.

- Where can I find him?
- Leave it alone. Hmm?

Leave it alone, Vince.
All right?

- Ah, he fuckin' lied.
- What do we do?

We wait for a dark gray Mustang
with a double spoiler on the
back lid.

I love you.

- You doing okay here?
- Yeah. I'll just take the check.

Thank you.

- Excuse me.
- Can I help you?

- I thought it was you!
- Oh, you must be--

I was at your show tonight.
You're great. Do you mind if I,
um...?

I was actually...
I was just leaving.

But I'm glad that you had fun.
Have-- Have a good night.

No. Fuck.

- Oh! Oh! Oh, God.
- Yeah!

Oh, yeah!

What the fuck?

Son of a... bitch!

Hey, asshole,
what the hell was that?

Boo, shithead.

What the f... fuck?

Yeah. Now, get the fuck
in the back. Let's go.

Easy.

Let's go uptown.

- Hey, Lori Madison.
- Shit.

Where you going, Lori? Lori!
Come on, let's get a coffee.

Lori!

Where are you going, Lori?
Come on, Lori.

Fuck. Fucking...

Lori!
Come on, Lori.

- Lori. Lori!
- Please go away. I don't know you.

Come on, don't be that way.
Let's just get a coffee. Come on.

Please go away.
I'm calling the cops.

- Lori!
- I'm calling the fucking cops!

Lori, baby, just let me in.

Would you shut up?
It's 3:00 in the fucking morning.

I don't-- I don't know him! Can
you please help? I don't know him.

Shut the fuck up, lady!

Lori ! Let me in! Lori!

Hi, there's someone outside
of my door, and I need... I need help.

Can you please come here now,
please? -Calm down.

Please, I just-- I just need
help. Can you send the cops, please?

- I'll come right up.
- Please just call the fucking
cops!

Open the door!
Come on, Lori!

Open the door, babe! Lori,
open the goddamn door!

I'm not playing around!
Open the fucking door, Lori!

Ma'am, it's the manager.

There's nobody out here.

Get the fuck out!

- Get up. Walk.
- Come on, man!

Walk!

I'm telling you, I didn't do
it! -Turn around.

Turn around! Face me.
Get on your knees.

You know, your brother would
still be alive

if it weren't for that
cocksucker Tommy Longo.

The two of them
and their stepped-on shit.

I almost got killed already
over that trash they sold me.

This ain't about Tommy.

Jesus, please, man. Please,
don't! Please, man. Please,
don't do it!

- Two hands.
- Please.

You do this, and you're dead.
My dad's--

Finish the motherfucker, man.

Ooh! You all right?
What, did you sleep here?

Oh, no, no. No, no, I just
came to, um... do some work.

Ah, that's fine.

I feel like shit.

Oh, I probably look awful.

- Actually, you look kinda nice.
- What?

I look like
a hung-over sorority girl.

Yeah, but you know I go
for sorority girls.

Haven't you seen my movies?

I was thinking about my movie
last night.

You don't say.

I was talking to... a bunch of
girls I used to know from the street.

There were so many good stories.
Like, crazy stories!

Funny stories.

Scary ones, sometimes.
And I wanted to, um...

I wanted to make a bunch
of people into one character.

- A composite. Yeah.
- Yes!

A composite, yeah.

And I... I wanted it to be
about... you know, like, what
really happens...

...to women.

But I was ignoring...

...what happens.

Fuck. You know...

there's a cost to this.

To all this. Do you ever
think about that?

What we do?
I mean, what happens to these
women?

Well, you know how it is.
They age out,

and that's... part
of the business.

Where do they go?

- They disappear.
- Yep.

Yeah, they do.
They disappear.

I get it.

Well, let me help.
Let me find you some seed money.

All right?
All right? Please.

Just bring me the receipts.

- Hello, operator.
- Directory assistance, please.

Directory assistance.
What city, please?

Lexington, Kentucky.

- What listing?
- William Hendrickson.

I'll connect you.

- Hello?
- Hi, Dad.

- "Dad"?
- It's Paul.