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- Uh... Could I get an iced tea?
- Sure thing.

- Hey, hon. Can I get a refill?
- I'll be with you in a minute.

Coffee ain't as
hot as you, babe.

You smell nice. Is that
perfume? -You bet.

- Hey, Cheryl.
- I'll be right with you.

Thanks, Randall. See you later.

You're like the wind.

Just watching you work.

- You bring some grace to it.
- Who notices stuff like that?

- You seein' this?
- Hey, honey.

- We're ready for ya!
- Go ahead, go ahead.

Let me know if you need
anything. -Here she comes!

What? What do you guys want?

Actually, I'm not really that
hungry. -Oh, my gosh.

- I just wanna enjoy the view.
- Oh, you guys.

Come on.
I'm married but not blind.

- She's playing hard to get.
- But she wants it. You know the type.

She's workin' hard, see?

- Whoa. Look at her move.
- Talia.

- Eileen. You can call me "Tal."
- Okay.

Let me guess what it is.

Uh... Well, so far
I've shot most of my own movies.

There's a feeling in this I...

I don't know how to capture.

You know, and your work on
Talking Back. I loved it.

So, you ladies ready to order?

Um... I will have a seltzer.

I think we need a
few more minutes.

So, you know, we're in
this woman's world...

- Okay, I'm back.
- ...seeing what she sees.

I want it to feel really real.

I mean, I want it to be
hard to watch sometimes.

But I also want it to have
some art to it.

- Mm.
- I mean, look at that.

You know, so even if she's
outside on the crowded streets,

I want you to feel like
she's isolated in her own world.

Oh, you don't want it
to be voyeuristic.

Well, I don't know.

You can
have anything on the menu.

Stand on that, sweetheart.

We're just kidding around,
sweetheart. -Assholes.

What I was trying to say...

With a story
like this, what it comes down to is

we're either with the woman
or we're watching her.

You know? And she's doing things
that invite...

How do you put up with that?

I work for tips.

What world do you live in?

Okay... It's all there.

What's this?

- My brother's legacy?
- Well, Rudy knows about it.

He does.

How's Rudy been with you?

He seems okay.

All right. Listen, uh...

I gotta talk to him one-on-one.
You mind working up front?

Yeah.

No problem.

The priority now
is everything facing Broadway
and 47th

and 48th as far down as 8th Ave.

Turning that parcel closes
four adult-use businesses at once.

Owners?

It's the same LLC.
And they don't wanna sell.

They're holding
out for top dollar.

Condemnation. How about that?

It's a state process, and
they're tied up with the 42nd
Street project.

They're not gonna do this one
for us.

So, you want me to sic
the newspapers on 'em?

- Drag 'em out into the light?
- No. That won't work either.

Do you recognize those names?

Moneymen?

They're bundling all kinds of
campaign money for Koch.

Untouchables, politically.

- So, how do we touch 'em?
- We bluff.

You bluff.

Me?

You ever hear of this thing
called, uh, good-cop, bad-cop?

You watch too much TV.

Almighty and ever-living God,
remember the mercy

with which you graced
your servant Joan in life.

Receive her. We pray into
the mansions of the saints.

As we make ready our sister's
resting place,

look also with favor
on those who mourn

and comfort them
in their time of loss.

Grant this through Christ,
our Lord. Amen.

Amen.

He had gambling debts, but I
would've known if they were bad.

I heard he was selling coke,
but I didn't get that from my shop.

- The fuck you say.
- What?

Frankie was selling coke
to Pasquale Cacace.

You sayin' Frankie was tied up
with Tony Cacace's kid?

I'm not sayin'.
I'm knowin'.

Frankie was killed by Pasquale
over some bullshit.

- You certain of this?
- Yeah. And he's in your crew.

You tellin' me nobody came
to you about this?

To me? No, Vincent.

His father and I go back,
but the kid was a fuckin'chooch.

How the fuck does my brother
get into business

with somebody in your crew,

and you don't hear
nothin' about it?

And you know what?

At the end, I'm talkin' about
the point of dyin'...

Pasquale begged
me to find Longo.

He said he ran this whole
fuckin' mess.

And, Rudy, he wasn't lyin'.

Good for you, Vincent.
I didn't think you had it in you.

So, you're telling me...

you didn't know anything
about what Longo was up to?

I didn't know...

but if you're right
and Tommy fucked up--

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.

He's protected.

Tommy's on me.

Thanks for the drink.

Oh, you got the
envelope, or Irene?

No. I got it.

For the Hi-Hat, too.

Here.

What's this?

That's your brother, right?

So...
you put a rock on his stone...

to show that you visited.
Its, uh, like a remembrance.

It's a Jewish thing.

Is that right, Mr. Jaffe?

It's good juju.

This family never had any luck.

So, what else do--
do Jewish people do

- when someone dies?
- We fress.

- What's that? What's fress?
- We eat.

Like crazy. We sitshiva
for days on end...

Tell stories and lies
about the dead.

The lying part I get.

Dad.

- Hey, Dad.
- I'm sorry for your loss, Eileen.

- Thank you.
- Joan was a good wife to my brother.

and a wonderful mother to Adam.

- Hey, Dad.
- Let's go.

I'm sorry to have met you
under these circumstances, Mr. Merrell.

Dad, you were a
good husband to her.

She loved you
and she knew you loved her.

I can't tell if it's me

or if it's the city.
I mean, I loved it for so long.

All of it.

The good, the bad.

Loved it when I was wrecked
and ruined.

Loved losing myself in it.

Reinventing myself.

Vin?

Hey.

Hi, Vincent.

Pilar.

He okay?

God invented pain.

Man invented booze.

You're at war with pain
every night, aren't you?

- Something that matters.
- Something that will last?

But I am no artist.
Pain lasts.

Reg?

Baby, you tryin' to float
outta hear like a ghost?

Christ, look
at all that sand we trucked in.

What is this, like '80?

- Eighty-one?
- Let me see.

Oh, '81. Yeah.

I'm the only one in this photo
still alive.

I tell ya, I... I wake up every
morning, and I wonder,

"Why am I still here?"
You know?

Did you get tested?

Yeah, yeah. I'm negative.
I don't know how.

- But I am.
- Right.

- You?
- Nah.

I've got it, I'm sure.
I've been everywhere twice.

I'm thinking about giving money
to Rothenberg.

Came into the bars,
talking to voters.

- AIDS funding is his thing.
- Yeah, I mean, he's great, but, uh...

having one guy on
the city council is not enough.

I mean, Koch, man.
That fucking closeted prick.

He had the chutzpah to speak
at my synagogue.

I mean, four years
and 1,500 deaths later,

and finally, he lets a word
about it slip out his mouth.

I mean, we need
the mayor to lead.

That's where you should put
your money.

I hate playing this game.

- What, politics?
- Mm-hm.

Yeah, well...

Why should I have to pay
for people to do jobs

that they already get paid for?

I run bars and baths, and...

I back a stage
play now and then,

but how is any of
that political?

How many times did you see
Tod's Bent performance?

How many?

- Six.
- Six. Okay.

And you still don't get this?

Look, Paul, you get tested.

You find out you may die.
I mean...

the way things are going,
you probably will die.

So then, what does it matter?

Make a noise.

Die screaming.

Don't let those gutless bastards
look away for a moment,

because, I mean, if they can...
they will.

Ten minutes
into New Jersey, I...

knew I made a mistake.

What happened?

He didn't speak until we got
through the Lincoln Tunnel.

And I looked over
and I swear I could...

just-- I knew everything
that he wanted to say.

In his head,
he wants to let this all go.

He knows that he has to,

that the only way to start over
is to actually start over.

You know, no questions, no talk,
no "How could you do this?"

"Why did you do this?"
"What was I supposed to think

when I saw you in the movies?"
But that's what's in his head.

In his heart...

he needs the answers.

He's an asshole.

No...

Not-- Not-- Not anymore.
He's not that.

I don't know.
You know those people...

who have problems, who stop
drinkin' or druggin' and...

they still just always seem
wrecked? -Like a-- Dry drunks.

It was good to see my brother,
though. He's doing...

better than I could've hoped.

And his kids were great.

Aunt Melissa.

- Aunt Margaret, actually.
- Ooh, I like Margaret.

Why'd you change?

Because no whore named Margaret
ever made any money.

Like they blame Mussolini
for them losing the fucking war.

Right?

Hey, Rudy.

He's in the back.

Want me to tell him you're here?

Carmine.

Don't get up, don't get up.

So... what's the problem now?

Look. Tony knows his son
was no angel,

but, Rudy,
there's no talking to him.

The man's grieving.

- You gotta give him the shooter.
- Me?

He killed some fucking drug
dealer who was one of your earners

and that guy's got a brother, a
twin. We know this, Rudy.

I don't know who killed Cacace's
kid, but my guy's an earner, Carmine,

and he's been an earner
for 15 good years.

Tony's got weight, Rudy.

He has weight, yeah.

But his son was a cokehead
piece of shit

who clipped one of our earners
for no good reason,

and the price to that is...

the guy's twin brother
rightfully came back on him.

- Tell me how this is wrong?
- Ah. Statazitt, all right?

Nobody's saying the kid
wasn't a piece of shit.

Tony's crying to the boss.

The boss has already got enough
trouble with that Jerome Avenue
bunch, so...

he's likely gonna
give him this one.

So, now we're out two earners?
No, Carmine. Not fair.

I got some weight, too.

And I've been stepped on
now and then

and looked for your help.
And when it didn't come,

I didn't cry to no one,
I took my lumps.

But now, with this...

My guy's always been right.
For years.

He's never so much as cheated us
out of a goddamn dime,

and now his brother's dead
and does what any man would?

- No, Carmine.
- Tony's a friend of ours, Rudy.

His son wasn't. And you can tell
the boss it was me on this.

I gave my guy permission. Me.

Okay. I'll take that back.

Diamonds.

- I'm heading out.
- All right.

Would you like a drink,
sweetheart? -Sure.

- Thanks, Bobby.
- What's your name again?

- Bree.
- Bree. You should call me Bobby.

I just did.

Oh. Yeah. Right, you did.

Oh, hey, Tommy.

Just so you know,
this week is light.

Same as it's been.

- Still?
- When Black Frankie got locked up,

we had to cut back on the
outcalls. Some of our girls quit
on us.

So far, we haven't
gotten them back.

- Where'd they go? A convent?
- We're not sure.

Well, you want me to tell Rudy
you misplaced his whores?

Come on, Bobby.
Figure it the fuck out.

You heard the man.

Figure it the fuck out.

- Please, leave a message...
- Oh.

- ...when you hear the tone.
- Where can I--

It's me.

If you're there,
can you pick up?

I really need you to help me
with this thing I have.

It's-- It's really gonna work
if I can get it up and running.

So, look, I'm--I'm sorry
about the other stuff--

- Are you there?
- Yeah.

Adam, you missed your nana's
funeral. -That was today?

You know, you don't have your
family, you're alone in this world.

Oh, right. That was today.
I was gonna go,

but my only chance
of this business meeting

with this investor was today
and he was going to--

It's a hell of a thing.

Mm-hm.

I'm having a fundraiser
for the GMHC...

at the Townhouse next month.

Must be difficult.

I mean, this is your life
and your job.

Screwdriver.

- Thanks.
- Hey, Mark.

- You're not drinking?
- Mm-mm.

I'm happy you're back, Gene.

Well... as long as
we're careful, right?

Yeah. As long as we're careful.

I gotta take off.

That's too bad.

- I could use another.
- Mm.

I'm still figuring
out the night.

It's good to see you.

Is he okay?

His boyfriend just died.

A man who
spares no expense. I like that.

How 'bout you come
share it with me?

Are you sure
you have enough?

Whatever you'd like.

A little more ice, please.

Still got our pager, I see.

Finders keepers.

Sit, Frankie.

So, y'all thinkin' we can be
cut out.

That's the game.

I had the pussy.

Bobby had the beepers.

Now, I have the pussy
and the beepers both.

You all were taking too much
and doing too little for it.

Transport, protection.

Taxis.

And the hotel detectives
look out for us

and ask only for a taste
of what you all were pocketing.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

Hey, sweetie. Glad to see you
got out. -Thank you, darling.

- Tell Bobby I said hi.
- I'll do that.

You take care of
that thing, you hear?

You made a promise.

I know. I...

- It's for protection.
- From what?

From what killed Frankie? Hmm?

Are you next?
Are we in trouble?

Do you know who
killed your brother?

What the fuck is going on,
Vince? -Like you care.

I mean, you haven't been here
since he died.

I mean, wh-- where the fuck
you been for me?

Where have I been for you?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- You're not here, Abby.
- Oh, my God.

I need you, you--
you're down at the bar.

You're off with Pilar
of whatever fuckhole

wants to make an art project
outta piss

and fucking street trash?

This fucking cause,
this fucking meeting.

I'm right here, Abby!

I've been here, waitin'.

- Where the fuck did you go?
- Answer me.

Why do you need a gun?

Fuck this!

Calm down. Calm down.
Okay, calm down.

Your brother is shot to death,
nobody knows why,

you have a fucking gun?
And you expect me to calm down?

Abby.

Abby. Abby!

You promised.

Your fucking spontaneous side?
Come here. Come here.

Do not blame your fucking AC

when you have him standing
in fr-- This is not a practical!

Huh? Look this shadow! Look at
me! Who is this? A ghost?

What am I, the-- the specter
of Jacob Marley

come back from the dead
to tell this whore

- to repent for her sins?
- I saw something, I went for it.

- It could've worked. I'm sorry.
- Nah, bullshit.

Here we go. Look, in our midst.
Huh? In our midst,

a director who knows how
to set a fucking light. Huh?

Look, everybody,
it's the legendary Candy Renee

gracing our humble, uh--uh--
little flesh pit here.

- Harvey, shut the fuck up.
- Here, here. Come. Stuart.

Gaze upon a director
who shows up to work

with a shot list
and sticks to it. Okay?

Come-- Come touch
the fucking hem of her garment.

All right? So that you can hope
against hope that maybe

some shards of competence
and professionalism

- will fall for you...
- Don't rattle.

- ...to gather unto yourself.
- He talked to me like this

the first five years
we worked together.

- Three years, maybe.
- Can I talk to you?

Yeah. Sure.

Dopey, talk to Eddie. Okay?
Figure out your next move.

Video isn't film,
but it still costs money.

Market's saturated since
everyone can just take home
their favorites.

People are only gonna watch
so many movies.

Distribution's how
you make money.

Mark at Cal Vista was saying
a single retailer

used to buy 20
copies of a title.

You were at a meeting
with Cal Vista?

Yeah, we had drinks.

What'd he say?

Production's a money pit.

Too many new releases
flooding the market.

What does that mean?

Greg, when you started this
company, you said that you had a plan.

I do have a plan, but for now...

it's to break even.

- Where should we go for dinner?
- I have a shoot tomorrow.

So, what is the plan?

The plan is for you to be
Lori Madison

like no one else can be
Lori Madison.

Tour was good money, but was
talking to Kiki and she made it clear

that now you need to get back
on the horse and ride.

Go big. Show people
what they haven't seen before.

What the fuck haven't they seen
before?

Okay, maybe we should buy back
some of my titles

and then we could start
a mail order business

where we sell,
like, signed boxes

and slicks and magazines
and stuff like that.

Do you think we have
enough money left to do that?

I saw something the other night.

What'd you see?

It was a waitress.

No, you know,
it doesn't fucking matter.

I saw a moment
and I realized that...

all my talking to the girls,
everything I saw in the street,

you know, I was trying to pull
that through the keyhole.

I was gonna tell people
about a life they can't know.

Right? I was going to tell them
my little truth.

That was my big idea.
That was my movie.

Okay.

- So, what?
- So, it's not my truth.

It's the whole fucking world.

This is how we learn to live.

What we trade,
what we give away,

you know, what the fucking price
of everything is.

The price of wh-- What is
the price of everything?

Okay, look. I used to fuck guys
for 30 dollars.

And I was selling it short.

But every woman in this world,
she's selling shit.

Even if she doesn't wanna be.
She's still got a price tag on
her somewhere.

Every one of us.

Well, that's pretty
fucking cynical.

- Oh, it is?
- I mean, yeah, even for me.

This is your world.

You guys made this motherfucker.

Harvey, come on.

How do we end damn near
every fuck scene on camera?

We have the guy pull his dick
out and cum on a woman's face,

and we call it the money shot.

I mean, who makes love

and finishes that way
every damn time?

Or I should say, who,

before we made the dirty movies
to teach them how?

But what men want...

No, what they'll pay for...

that becomes the world.

And we're all whores from this.

All right, so what
is this movie...

a-- about?

Yeah, well, it's not gonna be
about the life.

You know, that was me making it
just about me.

And that was me...

giving an audience something
to gawk at and say,

"Hey, look at those
fucked up bitches.

They're doing
what good people don't."

I mean, that was me letting
everybody off the hook.

No, it's just gonna be
about a woman in this world.

You know, she could
be a waitress.

She could be a secretary,
doesn't fucking matter.

But everything she does,
everywhere she goes...

she's got a price tag
hanging on her ass.

Are people still fucking
in this movie?

Yeah, of course,
they're fucking.

There's no getting around
the fact that they fuck.

I'll tell you
what, Miss Merrell.

I'll give you 20 grand.

I'll skin it off the next five
straight-to-videos,

but you gotta match it with
another 20 from somewhere else.
How's that?

Goldman has some
pull with the Marriott people,

- but I can't guarantee--
- Can't guarantee?

- Now, did I say that to you?
- No. No, you didn't.

One other thing.

It feels like the best days
of public morals are behind us.

Frankly, Lieutenant Alston,
I'm beginning to believe

that you and Goldman
and all the do-gooders

are actually gonna clean up
enough of this shithole

so the Deuce doesn't pay
like it used to.

I think you're gonna ruin
the place for me.

Your confidence in
us is inspiring.

I wanna work nights
at the Marriott,

so I can have a nice, easy spot
where I can finish out my time.

I'm on the captain's list.
When I get promoted,

I don't wanna get tossed back
into the bag.

And where does Captain Haddix
wanna finish out his stellar
career?

Intel. Or if you guys can't
swing that for me, maybe the academy.

- Anything else?
- No.

It's a good meal.

We should do this more often.

- Wait, stop.
- Stop?

Uh... Let me
just finish this thought.

Sorry.

I'm not a natural writer.
This is so fucking hard.

This, too.

- All right. I'm going to sleep.
- Okay.

I'll wake you up.

I promise.

Okay...

All right, here we go.

Break a leg.

You're late.

So, why don't you give us the
address so we can just get there
ourselves?

No way. The cops are still
raiding sets. They bust one of
the Vivid shoots

- over in Silverlake last week.
- You think I'm gonna tell the
cops?

They don't know where we're
going. Nobody can tell anybody nothing.

Come on. Get in.

Where are all the girls?

How you doin', Tom?

Made my collections.

Wanna head uptown,
see that guy about that thing?

Cacace's kid. Pasquale?

- What about him?
- He was buying coke from Frankie.

That's what it was all about.

- I heard that, too.
- You heard that?

Yeah. Yeah.

That Frankie--
Frankie was into that.

The fuck, Rudy?

You gonna lie to me, Tommy,
lie with some respect.

Don't lie to me like I'm
some kind of shit-for-brains.

- Lie to me like it matters.
- That was Frankie's business.

He didn't line the kid up
as a customer.

You did that.
You were a part of that, then.

I had nothing to do with it!
I didn't even touch the shit.

Oh! All I did was steer people
to Frankie. That's all.

Now you're steering people.
As a favor to Frankie Martino?

Huh? You didn't get
paid or nothin'?

You're a fucking imbecile.

You came up in my crew.

All these years
and this is what you do,

just to put more money
in your pocket?

And now, we've lost an earner
and I got people on me

to take out Vincent,
which I'm not gonna do.

You know why, Tommy?
'Cause that kid is loyal.

You know what loyal means?

Everything you touch,
I'm supposed to get a taste.

You lied, and you stole from
me. -I didn't tell because you said

you didn't want to have anything
to do with the stuff.

Oh. You were looking out
for me here.

You...

Hm.

Rudy.

I'm sorry.

I'll make it right.

Hey, can I get another towel?

- Hey, Brett.
- Oh, hey, Lori. Glad you could
join us.

- What's with the crowd?
- Well, every bang needs a gang.

No fucking way.

My dance card says blowjob,
regular fucking,

male-female-female, and then,
a group thing at the end.

This is the group thing.

We shoot it first
while you're fresh.

No, no, no. A group thing
is three or four people.

Maybe five if the money's right.

You have half of Van Nuys
in a fucking warehouse.

Lori, look... some of them are
just here for the wide shot to
sell it.

Once we get going, only half
of them are gonna be fuckin'.

I mean, once we
get shootin' tight,

no one's gonna know
whose dick is whose...

If there's anyone here
you don't wanna do,

just let me know. I'll pull him.
Hey. I'm here for you.

Lori, baby, come on!

Be ready for you in 20, okay?

Oh, it's just you
in the chair today, Lor,

so whenever you're ready.

- Hello, Ki--
- Yeah, you need to get

- the fuck here right now.
- Okay, where are you?

Hey, where the fuck am I?

It's on Van Nuys past Sherman.
The left after the car wash.

It's a warehouse, Van Nuys,
past Sherman, it's near a car wash.

- What car wash? What's the--
- Just fucking find me.

You ready?

No, I'm not fucking ready!

Fifth of July.

What did he smoke,
like two packs a play?

- Did you take all these?
- Mm-mm.

A few weeks before he died...

our friends started
giving me photos.

There's always this moment...

when they're telling
their stories

where they'll look me
straight in the eye...

and they'll say,
"He was so beautiful."

Hmm.

Like, I might just
one day forget.

What happens to these memories
when I die?

Hello.
Got a delivery.

It's okay.

- Sign here.
- Thanks.

Have a good one.

If you want, um...

I could help you make
an archive for the theater.

So, people will know
what you guys had.

I want you to do more than that.

I'm okay. Right now.

But when I'm gone, it's up to
you to sell everything off.

This place, the bar,
the baths. All of it.

Liquidate everything...

and give all the money to GMHC.

What about Vincent's cut?

If Vincent feels like
he's owed, then pay him,

but I'm guessing,
if it's you, he won't ask.

I can't think of anyone else.

And I've already had a lawyer
put your name on all my papers.

So...

Vin and me...

Problems?

Nothing lasts, does it?

"As flies to wanton boys
are we to the gods.

They kill us for their sport."

Pardon?

Shakespeare.

Like I could be with this man
for ten years

and not learn a thing or two?

You completely fucking
blindsided me with this!

I thought you liked
working with Brett.

You know what I like? I like an
agent who actually looks out for me.

Maybe next time, give me
a fucking heads up.

I was looking out for you by
actually booking you on a job.

This is a thing now, Lori.

I'm here if you need me.

All right, all right, uh...

Come on, come on.
Look alive, guys.

Come on. Get in.

Come on. Get into position.

So...

You ready?

I'm gonna finish
my cigarette first.

Sure.

You do that.

Mr. Hoffman, thank you
so much for coming in.

Hey, Ann.
Phil, good to see you.

Wish it were under
better circumstances.

I know. Oh...
I ain't gonna make my call.

- Oh, yeah, you can't work.
- Shit. Maybe you could fill in.

As a costumer? Fuck do I know
about dressing actors?

Just tell Karen that
you're covering for me today.

I don't wanna lose the gig.

- Okay. Okay. I'll be you.
- Thank you.

But first, you need Tylenol
and some water.

Uh... No water. There's, uh,
cans of Coke in that cabinet
right there.

- This one?
- Yeah.

I hoarded this stuff.

- Sit up.
- Mm.

Uh... No.
I like it from the can.

Mm.

- Two.
- Thank you.

- Okay. See you next week.
- Lor, I'm--I'm over here.

- Last one out?
- You're fired.

Lori.

Come o-- Lori!

We've had this problem
with Lieutenant Alston before.

In fact, it's become
something of a pattern.

So, get rid of him.
Bury the arrogant son of a bitch.

If only it were that easy.

How can it be hard?

Do you know how much money I
raised for the mayor in his last
two campaigns?

You know how much I'm bundling
for Ed now?

We've resisted reaching out
directly to the mayor's office

on the assumption that
your office can get control

- of this man.
- I appreciate that, but...

to be honest, I'm not sure even
the mayor can maneuver here.

Alston is a unique case
in this office.

How so?

Well, for one thing,
he made lieutenant,

and Commissioner Ward personally
put him there.

That's his rabbi
in the department, and...

Ward sees him as a candidate
for further elevation.

Are you telling me
the police commissioner

doesn't work for
the mayor anymore?

Well, given the mayor's
political problems

in Harlem, and with
the Bronx borough leadership,

I don't think he has
the political capital right now

to exile a black lieutenant
who has the commissioner's eye.

In fact, I know he doesn't,

because we asked City Hall
to move him

from our offices
when he began...

dragging property owners in
the newspaper earlier this year.

And word came down that
Alston is not to be touched.

The son of a bitch.

He's vicious.

Pneumocystis pneumonia.

That's why you get
winded so easily.

It's your first bout,
so these antibiotics should work

if you don't miss a dose.

We see this a lot in patients
with the virus.

Beginning of the end?

End of the beginning.

I'm saying it's up to you.
We still got the bigger client list,

and we got connections with
most of the downtown hotels.

And they still gotta pay someone
for rides and protection.

But if you want 'em back,
it's gonna be a negotiation.

You gonna need to cut 'em in
for more.

The fuckin' ingratitude!

I've been a union
man my whole life,

and the two things that
every union man understands

is that number one,
you listen to your shop steward,

and number two,
seniority prevails.

Without those two things,
you don't get anywhere.

But, see, they kinda unionized
all on their own,

- didn't they?
- For real.

Ain't this what you call
one of those job actions?

Good point.

Start looking for
your own place.

Look, I told you I was sorry.

I don't know what more
you want me to say!

You think I'm gonna fucking
forgive you for fucking someone
else?

Look, you made
mistakes too, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, well,
I don't do that anymore.

Fact is, I took care of you for
years. Fuck if I'm gonna forgive you.

I'm sorry.
Yeah, I'm sorry, I don't
understand

why Evie is in this situation.

'Cause Colin hasn't
cheated on her now,

and then in the next scene
she's trusting Steven.

Like, she doesn't make
any damn sense.

I just need more of
the character, or something.

All right. Let's-- Let's just
put the scene down for a second.

Um... Maybe this goes way back,

this trust thing.
O-- Maybe it goes back...

to, like, when you
were a little girl,

and your father,
and he was everything to you,

because that's
what fathers are, right?

They tell you shit, you believe.

And he says there are rules,
and he follows them,

and so, you follow 'em.
Or you try to, you know, but...

The world's the world.

And so,
say you fuck up with a boy--

Well, you both--
the both of you fuck up,

and you're pregnant,
and you're 15...

And here come all
those rules, right?

These are the ones people say
really matter.

This is your baby,
and you're gonna--

you're gonna take care of it.
It's gonna be hard,

but this is how we do.

Go to your father...

Right? You go to your Catholic
drag-your-ass-to-mass father.

And...

you tell him the truth.

And you wait for him
to love you anyway.

You wait for him
to put his arms around you

and tell you
that it's gonna be okay.

And instead, he
calls you a name...

and he tells you to get in
the God damn car.

And you do, because you don't
really know what he means.

Like, is he gonna take you
to one of those places

where you go to be a mother
if you're not married?

Is he gonna hide you
and your baby curves away...

from the world?

It's, uh-- It's an old lady

in a basement apartment
who gives hack abortions.

And you're lying on a towel
and you're looking...

sideways across a sea yellow
Formica table,

and you're looking at
these fucking Flintstone jelly glasses

and you're thinking, "Oh, I
remember when they used to give
those out

at the gas stations." You'd
think anything not to think

about what's happening.
And for one second, you think...

"Maybe he really cares about me.

Maybe my father
cares more about me

than he cares about all these
rules. Maybe that's why I'm
here."

Maybe he's thinking about you,

and how fucked up your life will
be if you're a 15-year-old mama.

And--And then, afterwards,

you come up out of the basement,
and you don't know where he is.

You-- You-- And you figure
he went to park the car,

and he's coming back,
or whatever, and...

you don't think...

that he got in the car and he
drove the fuck away from you.

From you and your gay brother
and every other fuckin' thing

that doesn't look
the way it should

to someone watching
from the outside.

And you realize
that he doesn't--

he doesn't really give a fuck.

You realize he needs the lie

more than he could
ever need you.

Now...

you brilliant woman...

can you do something with that?

- Yeah, I'll try--
- Okay. Let's go.

Let's go from the top.

- Amá?
- Ay!

Hola, Amá. Qué tanta bendición.

Dios te bendiga.

Ay, !qué linda!

Si, Amá.
This is, uh, Loretta.

Very nice to meet you.
I brought coconut cake for later.

Oh, that's so nice. Thank you.

0Mm-hm.
- I hope you like mofongo.

I love mofongo.

Juan told me how you guys met.

How did we meet?

- Where'd you stay last night?
- What does it matter where I
stayed?

Yeah, you're right.
It doesn't matter.

You weren't with me.
That's all.

Look... I'm scared.

My brother died.

Just don't go.

We've changed.

I'm still the same. Listen...

All these years I've--
I've played by our rules...

but shit, I...

All I ever really
wanted was you.

I love you.

Long way back to where we were.

I haven't always
been there for you.

I know that, Vincent.

You're here now.

The gun has to go.

It's gone.

Let's go home.

I thought I fuckin'
loved redheads.

All of you.
Marvelous! Marvelous!

- Thanks, Candy.
- Thank you.

- Okay. So, Tuesday...
- Tuesday.

...I think we said
works for everybody.

- Thanks, Candy.
- It was very, very, very...

- very good... performances.
- See you Tuesday.

Gimme that drink.

Oh!

Mm.

We're getting there.

Eileen, I...

I just...

Yeah. Yeah. I know,
you gotta...

see the damage build.

So, you know why she does
what she does at the end.

You know, it's a
beautiful script.

It is, right?

Well, you're in it.

I, uh... Shit!

- Lori, what's the big deal?
- Shit, Greg! Where'd you find her,

outside of a fucking
high school? What the fuck?

You know I've had some fun
here and there.

Besides, I've watched you
fuck hundreds of guys,

for Christ's sake.
This can't be about that.

That's my fucking job.

In fact, it paid
for all of this.

- For you.
- For us.

- I want my fucking money.
- Lori.

- Give me my fucking money.
- What money?

We're hand-to-mouth right now.

I can't even pay Vibrance
the rent due on the office.

I want my fucking money!

- Fuck off.
- Give me my fucking money!

- Fuck you, motherfucker!
- Fuck!

You fucking cut me, you bitch!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

You know what, go ahead, Lori!

Where you gonna go?

I fucking made you!

Where the fuck are you gonna go?

Koch lies,
we die! Koch lies, we die!

Koch lies, we die!
Koch lies, we die!

Koch lies, we die!
Koch lies, we die!

Koch lies, we die!
Koch lies, we die!

Koch lies, we die!
Koch lies, we die!

almost four-thousand cases

of AIDS have been reported
in New York City.

Half of those
people are now dead.

Fight AIDS, not gays!

Fight AIDS, not gays!
Fight AIDS, not gays!

The mayor is expected
to dedicate funds to hospice,

home care and housing
for people with AIDS...

I hope you nice fellas, uh,
are enjoying yourselves.

- Fuck you.
- ...ten extra beds at Bellevue.

Hey.
Where you been all night?

You give any more thought to
that place over on Gansevoort?

Somebody made an offer but the,
uh, landlady made a courtesy
call, so,

still yours if you want it.

Hey, Vince.

Mike.

I gotta go, Vince.

Go where?

Mike?

Hey.

Mike!

Where are you goin'?

Michael!

- Where'd they grab you?
- In you go.

You got outrun by a cop?
I would've made it,

but I was trying to get a token
out of my pocket, and I fumbled
it out.

I was picking it up off the
sidewalk when he grabbed me.

- P-funk?
- Fuck the token.

You should've jumped
the turnstile.

Don't worry, we're all gonna
get out of here.

Fuck.

Parlors are still light.
Bobby says we gotta do something

about losing the girls on
outcall. -Yeah...

Paul's weekly's light, too.

That is what it is.
That's the Hi-Hat.

- Tommy.
- Yeah?

I'm sorry I had to
get hot about it.

You don't got to apologize.
How many years we been together?

Yeah. Something had to be said,
you know?

Yeah, I know.

You're not wrong.

Glad to clear the air.

Me too.

All right.