All language subtitles for Dutz03

DETECTIVE: Half these buildings
are in turn-around.

You can spit from here
to the new Marriott.

You need this block bad, huh?

This thing doesn't last forever,
say "yes" to everything.

The neighbors called the pigs.

Fuck.

PAUL HENDRICKSON: We have
to be smart with our bodies.

Shit is finally cracking open
for me, I'm gonna--

I'm gonna say "no"
to something.

You have this actual glow,
you know that about yourself?

I got this bachelor party.

I wanted to get some girls
up there.

Money, money, money.

This could be a whole new line
of business.

You should've brought
your amateur thing to me first.

You should've cut me in
when I proved I was an earner.

-What's up with you and Rudy?
-Fuck Rudy fucking Pipilo.

♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ She's a devil
Got a heart of stone ♪

♪ She's a devil
Leaves me all alone ♪

♪ She's a devil
Won't you be ♪

♪ My girl? ♪

♪ She's a devil ♪

♪ She's a devil ♪

REX MICHAELS:
Slower on the dolly.

-GRIP: Watch the cables!
-♪ She's a devil ♪

♪ Won't you be
My girl? ♪

♪ She's so young ♪

Whoo!

♪ But I like her ♪

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

REX: Oh, man, you can go
to jail for that!

(WHOOPING AND WHISTLING)

REX: Cut, very nice.

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

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

GUITARIST: Hey.

You were amazing.

Thank you.

MAN: Put on the red gel.

(PEOPLE CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

PA: Celery and carrots?

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

PA: 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.

♪ ("DREAMING"
BY BLONDIE PLAYS) ♪

♪ I don't want to live
On charity ♪

♪ Pleasure's real
Or is it fantasy? ♪

♪ Reel to reel
Is living verite ♪

♪ People stop and stare at me ♪

♪ We just walk on by ♪

♪ We just keep on dreaming ♪

♪ Dream, dream
Even for a little while ♪

♪ Dream, dream
Filling up an idle hour ♪

♪ Fade away ♪

♪ Radiate ♪

♪ I sit by
And watch the river flow ♪

♪ I sit by
And watch the traffic go ♪

♪ Imagine something
Of your very own ♪

♪ Something you can
Have and hold ♪

♪ I'd build a road in gold ♪

♪ Just to have some dreaming ♪

♪ Dreaming is free ♪

-♪ Dreaming ♪
-♪ Dreaming ♪

♪ Dreaming is free ♪

Fuck, I get illegal possession,

but come on!
Four counts of attempted murder?

He popped a kid in the back

-in front of witnesses.
-LIEUTENANT HADDIX: Exactly.

Only we can pop a kid
in front of witnesses.

(LAUGHTER)

Thank you, Officer Paglia,
for allowing me to look

-at your interesting magazine.
-OFFICER: Captain, sir!

I appreciate it.

OFFICER PAGLIA: 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.

WOMEN OVER PA:
Detective Nardi, you have
a complainant in the 124 room.

So, Mr., uh...?

Rouse. Matthew Rouse.

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

-Take a seat.
-Thank you.

I'm...

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

I wanna find this girl.

Oh, that's nice, but, uh...

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

-(OFFICERS CHUCKLE)
-(MATTHEW ROUSE SIGHS)

It's my daughter.

Hey, guys... (GRUNTS)

(SIGHING)

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, uh...
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, uh...

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.

(SIGHS) I get it. I get it.
I got-- I got kids.

(SIGHS)

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... (SIGHS)
...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.
-Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to--

Oh, 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, yeah. (CHUCKLES)
-Yeah.

No. Hold these two fingers down.

That's right.

And then with the fingers
on the other hand,

strum across all six strings.

(GUITAR TWANGS)

-Wow. (CHUCKLES)
-That's pretty cool, huh?

Yeah.

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.

(LORENZO SIGHS)

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.
-(DOOR OPENS, BELL CHIMES)

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.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

FAT MOONEY: (MUTTERING)
Time is money, and I'm paying
for the call.

MAN: I'll get that for you.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

VINCENT MARTINO:
What do you think?

I mean, it needs some work,
but the guy's motivated to sell.

BIG MIKE: It's huge.

VINCENT: 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?

Eh, he doesn't know
how to run a club. (EXHALES)

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

So...?

If we do take it...

I was thinking, uh...

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

(CHUCKLES)

VINCENT: 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.

(HORNS BLARING OUTSIDE)

Uh...

This isn't easy for me.

DR. STEINER:
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?

(SIGHS) 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, uh...
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.

(INHALES) 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?
-CHRIS ALSTON: Yeah.

I'm troubled.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

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

through the Post
and the Daily News

until he was begging to sell.

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

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Officer Alston, would you like
my professional opinion?

It's what I came for.

DR. STEINER:
Based on our conversation,

I'd say your condition
is chronic.

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

Right.

♪ (IRISH MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey.

HADDIX:
You don't wanna know the garbage

I had to wade through.

Between you and me,
there's a guy--

MATTHEW: 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.

-MATTHEW: How much?
-It's 400.

(SIGHS)

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.
-(GRUNTS DISMISSIVELY)

Look, it's, uh... it's
a baby grape and a mama grape.

-(GRUNTING DISMISSIVELY)
-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.
-(JOAN MERRELL CHUCKLES)

Come on, look.

Oh, look, the airplane's got
nowhere to go.

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

-Eat it. Eat it. (CHUCKLES)
-(LAUGHS) No!

(COUGHS)

There you go.

(JOAN BREATHES HEAVILY)

It's okay, it's okay.

(JOAN SHUDDERS, SOBS)

(GRUNTS)

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

So what?

-(SIGHS)
-What's the point? (SIGHS)

Don't say that.

It's true.

-I've lived enough.
-Ma.

-And what about Adam?
-(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

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.

(DOOR SLAMS)

-Your father's home.
-Yeah.

(INHALES, SIGHS)

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.

-(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
-♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

MAEVE: Abby? Maeve.

-Wow. Uh... It's been forever.
-(CHUCKLES)

Uh... Meet my friend, Pilar.

-Hey.
-Hi.

It's been, what?
16,17 years?

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

We were, uh, counselors
at a country club.

Glorified babysitters, really.

Right? So, tell me everything,
Abby.

-Is it still Abby Parker?
-Yeah.

Uh... Where do we leave
our donations?

There's a box on the table
over there.

MAEVE: That is so nice of you
to donate.

My firm is working
on the Michael Stewart case.

I remember your dad practiced
corporate law.

MAEVE: 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. (CHUCKLES)

What have you been up to?

I manage a bar.

-Where?
-Midtown.

-MAEVE: 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.

(SCOFFS) 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.

(STUTTERS) I gotta get back
to work. Um...

Rain check?

Yeah, I'll give you my number.
But, uh...

you have to promise
to use it.

DONALD MERRELL: He called.

-When?
-DONALD: Last night.

2:00 a.m.

Thank God for painkillers,

or your mother
might have heard him.

EILEEN "CANDY" MERELL:
What did he say?

Said he wanted 800 dollars.

He calls again,
tell him come to me.

-(SIRENS WAIL)
-(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(DISHES CLINK)

Margaret?

Uh, it's me. It's Dad.

Margaret? I'd like to talk.

(WATER RUNNING)

Can we talk? Please?

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

(WATER RUNNING)

(SIGHS)

(INHALES, SHUDDERS)

(SIGHS)

-(PHONES RINGING)
-(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

JOEY DWYER: Hey.

What's a clerk do, exactly?

Uh, I gather information
off the, uh, ticker tape,

so that the brokers can make
informed trades.

-(BROKER YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
-Dwyer. Great catch today.

Uh, thanks. Jimmy, uh,
this is my dad.

Oh, 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.

(SCOFFS) 200-grand for a seat?

(CHUCKLES) Well, it comes
with a membership.

It's all about the bathrooms.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Members, they... have their own
bathrooms.

What, you gotta piss
on the street?

-Dad.
-(SCOFFS)

BOBBY DWYER: What? I'm asking.

Non-members have their own
bathrooms,

down below the trading floor.

Like they did with colored guys?

-BROKER: I need 200-thousand...
-(JOEY CLEARS THROAT)

Uh, Jimmy's father is my boss.

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

-so...
-I'll walk with you. Yeah.

Wait here.

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

BROKER: Two bumps
at lunch maybe? (CHUCKLES)

-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
-REGGIE "REG" WINHORN: 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.

Oh, uh, did I? I...
I don't know. (CHUCKLES)

Maybe I just thought he did.

I'm starving, I haven't
eaten all day.

Let's just go binge
on something fatty.

Mm-mm.
It's salad day, girlfriend.

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

-This takes actual work.
-(LAUGHS)

(MELISSA SIGHS DEEPLY)

REG: 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.

Oh, checking out the view.

What's with your voice?

You sounded funny
around that guy.

(SIGHS) Nothing.

Jimmy's cool, huh?
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.

(SIGHS) 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.
-Oh, excuse me, professor.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

CANDY: So, I'm curious.

When you were married,

did you and your wife ever think
about kids?

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

We talked about it, uh, but...

BARTENDER: You guys want
another round?

...soon enough we started
having problems,

and then,
I guess we stopped talking.

BARTENDER: What are you having?

-I have a kid.
-Yeah?

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

He's not doing so good
right now.

BARTENDER:
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?
-(LAUGHS)

Uh...

You know, I... 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. (CHUCKLES)
-No. (LAUGHS)

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.

BARTENDER: How you doin'?

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.

♪ (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Walk with me?

Where?

(SIRENS WAILING)

-You Frankie?
-Yeah.

Pasquale. Get in.

SPORTSCASTER: Let's not get
ahead of ourselves.

FAN ON RADIO: Come on, look at
his numbers across the board.

Fifty-seven strikeouts
to 18 walks?

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

(VINCENT GROANS)

SPORTSCASTER: I get it.
I'm excited, too.

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

(INHALES) 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.

(FRANKIE SIGHS)

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

-My shit's butter.
-Butter?

I don't deal with the fucking
stugats in the Izod shirts.

You know what I mean.

Just let Tommy know
when you wanna go again.

Yeah, we'll see.

(TV PLAYING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

MATTHEW: Margaret. It's me.

(LAUGHTER ON TV)

MATTHEW: Margaret?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Please?

All right. I'll come back
tomorrow.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(FOOTSTEPS FADING AWAY)

Candy.

-GUY: You remember Mark?
-FRIEND: The Mohawk Mark?

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

-FRIEND: Fuck.
-GUY: I know.

GUY: Yo, Kojak. You got a light?

Thanks.

♪ (LOUD MUSIC COMING FROM CAR) ♪

Okay, let's go.

MAN:
Tell her you're on the list.

SECRETARY OVER PHONE:
Our lawyer's on line one.

How is that for a headline?

Oh.

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?

Huh?

You know, if you were living
just for yourself.

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

(CHUCKLES) But if I wasn't...

around,
if all this didn't exist.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(SCOFFS)

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...

(SIGHS) ...it wasn't real.

He just tore it out
of a magazine.

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

Kind of did.

-DEVELOPER 1: Up.
-GENE GOLDMAN: 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?

(CHUCKLES)

Look, we're running out of time.

Have you all thought about
moving forward

with the half block
that you've secured?

DEVELOPER 1: 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.
-GOLDMAN: 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?

(LORI MADISON AND LOU MOANING)

-LOU: I'm ready.
-ARTHUR DODGE: Okay, Lou.

-Let it go.
-(LORI MOANS)

(LOU GROANING)

Cut.

All right, moving on, kids.
Next scene.

We're not done here, are we?

I got everything I need.

LORI: If the camera's
not on my face,

how are they supposed to know
it's me?

ARTHUR: They'll know it's you,

I got a full-on of your face
in another shot.

LORI: 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.

Hey, it's my body,

so I get to decide what I want
to do with it.

(CHUCKLES) That's not happening.

Not happening!

It's my brand. My movie.

I will see what I can do.

ARTHUR: Fuck it!
Go to Chez Nous!

CLERK: In Toluca Lake? Okay,
that's gonna take a while.

ARTHUR: 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!

LORI: 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.

ALSTON: How'd it go?

GOLDMAN:
I think we shit the bed.

ALSTON: What happened?

GOLDMAN:
We're treading water here.

The motherfucker still
won't sell.

ALSTON: 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, uh...

They have Sharon, who's six,

and, uh, Sandy...

who will be two.

(SIGHS) 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.

(CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS)

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?

There's this one motherfucker
in particular.

I'd like to make his life hell.

(SNIFFS) You're the guy...

trying to move that shrink
out of his building.

You think I don't read the 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?

-(DRAWER RATTLES)
-Huh?

ANNOYED MAN:
Five fucking dollars? That's it?

How about I give him five bucks
and...

(SIGHS) Okay.
I was thinking, uh...

(JACK MAPLE GARGLING)

...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, uh, Jack,

-I was, um--
-Just busting your balls.

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

Is that a yes?

(SNORTS)

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.

(SNIFFS) Okay.
But did you see Brandy today?

I don't talk to people
I don't rep.

What-- What are you
talking about?

Well, 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?
-(SOFTLY) Okay.

Thank you.

The preliminary results...

-(SIRENS WAILING)
-(SIGHS)

PAUL HENDRICKSON: Indicated.

The preliminary results
indicated...

That? (CHUCKLES)

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.

TOD: I'm dizzy all the time,
now.

(INHALES, SIGHS)

I'm gonna make some tea.

I almost passed out
during a take.

PAUL: 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.

(SIGHS)

I'm thinking maybe I need
to quit.

PAUL: 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.

-(CARS HONK)
-PASQUALE: 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. You know?

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. I'll see what's up.

Keep this between me and you.

-All right?
-Yeah, Tommy, sure.

Rudy gets the same percentage
on the outcalls?

(SNIFFS) Yeah.

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

BERNICE: (GROANS) 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.
-(DOOR OPENS)

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?

-(CANDY GIGGLES)
-(BOTH MOANING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(BOTH GROANING)

(BREATHING RELAXES)

Next.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Sorry. (LAUGHS)

Very close, my friend.

-Very close.
-MAN: Son of a bitch.

(SNICKERS) What can I say?

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

FRANKIE MARTINO: Excuse me
for one moment. (SIGHS)

CARD PLAYER: 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.

Who, the cugine
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.

Just... tell him the next
batch will be better.

But you might want to mention,
nobody else complained.

Going home. Long fucking day.

FRANKIE: Couple more years,

we'll be sipping champagne
in Boca Raton.

(CHUCKLES)

Come on, who's feeling lucky?

-(CANDY GIGGLES)
-What are we doing tomorrow?

(LAUGHING)

I gotta face my fuckin'
typewriter.

(GIGGLES, MOANS)
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? (SNIFFS)

Depends, well...

(SIGHS) 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?

(SIGHS) 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.

(LAUGHS)

-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.

-HANK: 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.

(GIGGLES)
You're not listening to me.

I can't take your money.

It's just money.

(SIGHS)

It's just money, yeah.

Who are you to me?

(GROANS)

Who are you? To me?

I'm your man.

Yeah. (SIGHS)

So I can't
put my hand out...

and take your fucking money.
(SIGHS)

Doesn't matter if it takes me
twice as long

to get what I need. I mean...

(CHUCKLES) Doesn't matter
if I never get it.

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

CANDY: 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.

-(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
-We'll have a girl over there,

a girl dancing.
She'll be here...

Oh. Turn it down.

♪ ("I WANNA ROCK" BY
TWISTED SISTER PLAYS SOFTLY) ♪

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.

(SIGHS)

-♪ I wanna rock! ♪
-♪ Rock! ♪

YUPPIE: What's up, ladies?

-(MEN CHEER)
-What you pretty motherfuckers

standing around for?

I thought you boys liked
to party? (CHUCKLES)

(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)

JOEY: Hey, turn the music
back on.

(MUSIC INCREASES)

♪ There's a feelin' that
I get from nothin' else ♪

♪ And there ain't nothin' in
The world that makes me go! ♪

-♪ Go! ♪
-♪ Go go, go go, go! ♪

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'.

(MEN LAUGHING, HOOTING)

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.

(LORI SNORTS)

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. (SIGHS)

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

about renting office space,
for when your contract ends.

-For real?
-Mm.

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.
-Mm.

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.

ALSTON: So, what do you think?

♪ ("DO IT TIL YOU'RE SATISFIED"
BY B.T. EXPRESS PLAYS
ON JUKEBOX) ♪

Y'all need some cream?

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

LEON: All right,
food's coming up shortly.

Thank you.

You remembered.

Worked homicide.
I got an eye for detail.

(SCOFFS) Jack tells me
what you're doing

is worth a look.

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

If possible.

JENNIFER PRESTON: And flipping
paper's not gonna get it.

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

No doubt.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Mm! (CHUCKLES)

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

(GIGGLES) "Bad jam"?

My father used to say that.

-(CHUCKLES) I know, I'm old.
-(JENNIFER GIGGLES)

-LEON:
Pick up: biscuit and gravy...
-You're not so old.

...two fried eggs with bacon,
three scrambled eggs with salt.

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.

(PHONE RINGS)

(CAR HONKS LOUDLY)

How did it go?

How does dinner and dancing
sound?

Really?

-You feel up for it?
-Definitely.

Okay.

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

-You want that?
-Uh-huh.

(WOMAN SINGING "THE WILD ROVER,"
MUFFLED)

♪ And it's no, nay, never ♪

♪ No, nay, never, no more ♪

♪ Will I play... ♪

MATTHEW: (OUTSIDE DOOR)
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.

And I...

REG:
...damn clothes if she wants.

BOYFRIEND: You're a bitch, too.
(LAUGHS)

BOYFRIEND:
Hey, you're so bad!

REG:
Can't be running around doing
laundry for all these divas...

MATTHEW: 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.

(FOOTSTEPS CLIMBING STAIRS
IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

(LATCH CLICKS, RATTLING)

(RATTLING, LOCK CLICKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(SNIFFS)

(MAN YELLING IN SPANISH)

ABBY:
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.

(MAN YELLS IN SPANISH, LAUGHS)

I was 50-50
you'd pull away.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(CLEARS THROAT)

(WOMAN YELLING IN SPANISH)

♪ ("#5 GO BANG!" BY DINOSAUR L
FRANCOIS K MIX PLAYS) ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang,
Go bang go ♪

♪ Bang bang, go bang bang ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang,
Go bang go ♪

♪ (EASY LISTENING MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

BERNICE: Hey.

Yeah, it's cost per head.

Yep.

This all from last night?

Yup. What did I tell you?

BERNICE: Yeah, you too.
Have a good one.

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.

WOMAN: (SINGING) ♪ Don't wanna
Tell you no stories ♪

♪ Don't wanna tell you
No lies ♪

♪ I saw your man
About an hour ago ♪

-♪ With a girl named
Nellie Bly ♪
-What's her name?

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

Me? No.

♪ But he's doing you wrong ♪

♪ Frankie went to
Her hotel room ♪

♪ And drew out her big .44 ♪

♪ Shot her man three times
In the back ♪

♪ Through a great big
Hardwood door ♪

♪ And he was her man ♪

♪ ("ONE STEP UP, TWO STEPS BACK"
BY BETTY WRIGHT PLAYS) ♪

♪ One step up
Two steps back to you ♪

♪ Try to leave but I... ♪

Wow, this is... amazing.

Do we dance?

-First time here?
-I-- I've never been to a club

like this.

This place isn't just a club.

♪ And love's smoldering ashes ♪

♪ Spark a burning fire ♪

-Hey!
-PAUL: Hey!

TOD: Hey!

I'm so glad you made it.

I brought a friend.

-Hi, friend.
-Hello, friend!

-Hi. Pilar.
-Paul.

Hi, Paul.

♪ ("MAKE ME A BELIEVER"
BY LUTHER VANDROSS PLAYS) ♪

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.

(SCOFFS) Look, Rudy.

RUDY PIPILO: "Look, Rudy"?

(INHALES) 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.
-Ooh!

All right. That's enough.

You don't know shit
about enough.

GAMBLER: The fuck you know
about psychology?

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.

(SIGHS)

(SNIFFLES)

Dad... What do you want from me?

Nothing.

(SCOFFS)
How did you even find me?

-The movies.
-(MELISSA SCOFFS)

One of the guys at work saw
one of the movies

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

Fuck him!

MATTHEW: Oh, I don't care
about the movies.

And I don't care
about any of it. I just--

I just knew that you were alive.

And I wanted to see you.
That's all.

(INHALES)
Well, now you've seen me.

(WEAKLY) Yeah.

(DOG BARKING)

(SIGHS)

REG: Liss, open up, baby.

Come on, now.

(MELISSA SIGHS)

-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!

♪ ("ANGEL IN MY POCKET"
BY CHANGE PLAYING) ♪

All right, one dance,
but then home.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

♪ There's an angel
In my pocket ♪

♪ I keep movin' on ♪

♪ There's an angel
In my pocket ♪

♪ Keeping me on my toes ♪

♪ There's an angel
In my pocket ♪

♪ There's someone that cares
For me ♪

♪ There's an angel
In my pocket... ♪

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

VINCENT MARTINO:
I've been in Times Square
a long time.

Whatever happened,

whatever's already been said
and done, just...

let it be.

♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

EILEEN MERRELL: What I'm after
is the wildest shit.

It's already in all our heads.

Something's really happenin',
and you're not with us.

Do you even know what you want?

GENE GOLDMAN:
Everything is one step forward,
two steps back.

(GUNSHOTS)

Make a wish.

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪