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MAN: Frankie... think you're
pretty funny, don't cha?

My name's Vincent.

MAN: You got a brother?

Hey!

VINCENT MARTINO: He owes
everybody in New York City.

Thoroughbred like you, we
would own this damn street.

I'm gonna keep what I earn.
I don't need you.

I don't need anybody else
to hold my money for me.

- (PHONE RINGING)
- (MAN MURMURING)

(CAR TIRES SCREECHING)

ABIGAIL PARKER: I'm a student, NYU.

I have a test in the
morning, I just needed something

to stay awake
so I could study.

- First time in New York?
- Does it show?

C.C.: Not everybody gets to be
successful, but you're gonna be.

Darlene, ain't no laying back tonight.
You hear me?

All for you, daddy.

WOMAN: It's raining, C.C. I
don't want to work tonight.

C.C.: When I say to get out
there, it'll be 'til you do it.

You gimme my goddamn money.

(WHIMPERING)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

MAN: Sandy Koufax, freak of nature.

Hank Greenberg, freak of nature.

Mike "Super Jew" Epstein,
1969 Washington Senators,

403 at-bats, 30 homers, 85 RBls.

You know why they call him Super Jew?

'Cause he's the only one.

Did you ever hear anyone talk

about Mickey "Super Gentile" Mantle?

Or Willie "Super Coon" Mays? No offense.

- We should head out.
- Cock-sucking anti-Semitic...

Roberto "Super Spic" Clemente.

Grossman, what are you getting
your ass all up in the air for?

Your people are about the mind.

We're about the mind, huh?
Why am I on the job?

All right, who's good?

The Ho Patrol? Include me out.

Fine, you two just play nice.

We'll pick you up on the rebound.

What's he talking about?
We're always nice.

- Take them to Missouri, Matt.
- Yee-haw.

OFFICER: Jews are great at chess, right?
The Russians?

OFFICER #2: God damn it,
Roy, who built the pyramids?

WOMAN: Ho patrol!

(SIREN WAILING)

WOMAN #2: Wagon!

- Hey, hey, hey. How you doing, honey?
- Ladies, ladies, ladies!

- Everyone against the van.
- Shit!

- Against the van now.
- Keep moving, Bunny.

ALSTON: Listen up, I want
to see property vouchers

from central booking.

Anyone not collared in the last
48 hours, you know the drill.

- Show and prove, ladies.
- You ain't got to show them shit.

Actually they do, genius.

RODNEY: Ain't you read the Constitution?

Careful with those meat hooks.

I'm delicate like a teacup.

ALSTON: All right, let me see.
You're good.

- Fucked up.
- You're good.

Sorry, in you go.

- For crying out loud.
- In you go.

- I'm going!
- You're treating them like cattle.

And you should talk. Let me see.
In you go.

- A sold-out show tonight, ladies.
- In you go, Thunder.

God damn, Flanagan, I got it right here.

It was stamped the 28th.
Today's the 31st.

It's the 30th. There
ain't no April 31st.

30 days in September,
April, June, December.

April, Marshal Dillon.

ALSTON: All right,
we'll catch you later.

(LAUGHS) Have a good night, Officer.

- ALSTON: In you go.
- THUNDERTHIGHS: Hear that?

Where's your wedding ring, Flanagan?

I don't like the way
it looks on my hand.

Take a seat.

WOMAN: Can we stop at the Rexall?
I need mouthwash.

Tell Loretta I'm gonna be down there.

Play nice, ladies.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Sisters ♪

♪ Brothers and the whiteys ♪

♪ Blacks and the crackers ♪

♪ Police and their backers ♪

♪ They're all political actors ♪

♪ But they don't worry ♪

♪ There can be no show ♪

♪ And if there's hell below ♪

♪ We're all gonna go,
go, go, go, go, go ♪

♪ Everybody praying ♪

♪ And everybody saying ♪

♪ But when come time to do ♪

♪ Everybody's laying ♪

♪ Just talking about don't worry,
worry, worry, worry, worry, worry ♪

♪ They say don't worry, worry,
worry, worry, worry, worry ♪

♪ They say don't worry, worry,
worry, worry, worry, worry ♪

♪ They say don't worry, worry,
worry, worry, worry, worry. ♪

- sync and corrections by Mr. C -
- www.addic7ed.com -

MAN ON RADIO: A nationwide strike
by air controllers in Canada...

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

Good.

Okay...

Yeah. That's amazing.

Lie down on the bed.

No, no, no, spread out, like a...
like a lioness.

Oh, yeah, that's... that's good.

Yeah, that's good.

You got fabulous tits.

Oh, yeah, there you go.

Uh, put your left arm down, honey.

Yeah, that's great. Yeah, good.

Good.

All right.

Yeah, I think we got it.

All right.

Boy...

What now?

You sign your name and
number on the back of these,

and I hand them out to
some of the fellas.

They like what they see,
they give you a call.

This is for an audition,
right, you said?

Yeah, it's acting. It's movies.

A lot of stars got their start this way.

You'd be surprised who.

Plus, you know, some of
your friends are doing it.

You got concerns, ask around.

Ask who?

Loretta, for one. Shay, two.

Um, you know, that colored girl.

- Ruby?
- No, not Thunderthighs.

No, the little one with all the hair.

Darlene never said nothing to me.

Hey, I've seen her in action myself

on one of those machines they got

down at the fat man's
bookstore on the Deuce.

She's getting it doggie style.

That'll be 40.

What, for real?

Film is expensive. My time?

The money you're gonna
earning, your man'll thank me.

You got real attributes, sweetheart.

You're gonna be very popular.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (CHATTER)

Hey.

- Ladies.
- Vin.

This place is busy.

This hour, it's still the office trade.

- Crowd changes later on.
- The 1-4 got the wagon out.

- Damn near made a mess of my night.
- VINCENT: Sorry to hear it.

First one's on me, but
you gotta be discreet.

I don't mind your business, but Kim
don't like you bringing it in here.

Not this early in the night, at least.

Off duty, Scout's honor.

Um... seltzer water with lime.

Tom Collins for me, baby.

You got it.

- Candy, baby?
- Mm-hmm.

What do "discreet" mean?

Um, means don't be
flashing tits and ass,

making trade in here.

That's what I thought it mean.

- Here you go.
- Vince, my man.

You got some pimp in you.

(LAUGHS) It's a compliment.

Thanks.

(SIREN WAILING)

ALSTON: Look at you sloppy,
gold-shield grubbing motherfuckers.

Make some room, ladies.

We're now the drunk wagon.

- Hey, Haddix.
- Shove over, Barb.

- CANDY: 30 and 10.
- MAN: 30 and 5, all in.

- I'm not bargaining.
- (WOLF WHISTLE)

- (HOWLING)
- (LAUGHS)

Hey.

Where you been, girl?

Photo shoot with Bernie Wolf.

- Your man know about that?
- C.C. told me to.

He said I should add more
tools to my toolbox.

Well, Bernie'll get you work.

So, what's it like, Shay?

Well, I'm just starting.
Loretta can tell you.

She's been sunlighting all year.

- Really?
- What's sunlighting?

Making movies during the day.

- For the machines.
- Yeah.

- But you only get paid once.
- Same as a trick.

No, every time some guy puts a
coin in one of those machines,

someone's making money off what you did

and you're not making another dime.

ASHLEY: But you do it, Darlene, right?

- Not regular.
- No?

Larry asked me to make
a movie with a man.

- But it was just for that man.
- ASHLEY: Uh-huh, shit.

- So he could look at it later.
- (LAUGHS)

He paid me extra.

Hold on.

Did this man fuck you from behind?

How you know that?

Bernie said he saw it at Fat Mooney's.

- No, no, that can't be.
- ASHLEY: What? Bernie said.

Well, I'm gonna see
about that right now.

Hey, I'm gonna go with you. I
gotta talk to Mooney, too.

She's pissed.

- I gotta piss like a racehorse.
- Hold the door.

BARBARA: What are you looking at?

Yeah, you shake your head
at me all you want, Rizzi.

Meanwhile, I make more money
than you day in, day out.

My wife makes more money than me.

Oh, yeah? She do half-and-half, too?

- That's what they tell me.
- ALSTON: All right with the mouth.

I'm a number nine with lobster sauce.

Number nine already comes
with lobster sauce.

- Are you saying you want extra?
- Yes, please.

- $3.75.
- Eggrolls for me, baby.

Eggrolls. And you?

Barb, look at the menu.

I'll come back.

Hey, Moon.

Darlene. What you need?

A movie of myself.

I heard you're running it
in the machine over there.

Could be. I don't know.

And I'm guessing you got
copies people can buy, too.

I'll have to check the inventory.

Do that.

I only have two left.

You're very popular.

"Back Door Betty"? How
much you sell these for?

50 to chumps, 35 to regulars. Why?

Where do they come from?
Who puts them out?

Who?

What are you, an owl?
Whose movie is it?

Darlene, what do you want, an address?

- I don't fucking know.
- You don't know?

You may have heard, but it's
illegal to have sex for money,

and it's illegal to sell pictures
of people having sex for money.

I mean, cheesecake, yeah, okay,

but the hard-core stuff
stays in paper bags.

I can't even put it out in the store.

So "who"? Not a sensible
question for me.

Where do you get them from?

I get them.

- (TSKS)
- Look, take them, you want.

I don't care. Go.

Go.

Buy one back from me. 10 bucks.

(CHUCKLES)

- Jesus, Darlene.
- (REGISTER DINGS)

- It's the least you can do.
- (CHUCKLES)

Here you go, Mooney.
I'm looking for work.

Give it to one of those
guys in the movie business

- you don't know.
- (SCOFFS)

Girl, Ashley didn't need Bernie Wolf.

Reggie shot those for free.

Abe Attell, Benny Leonard,
Battling Levinsky,

Barney Ross, Slapsy Maxie Rosenbloom.

Hold on, hold on, I don't even know

what the fuck sport you're
even talking about right now.

Boxing, asshole.

Boxing? Jesus, Mary, Joseph.

- Uncle, already.
- All right, be that way.

- Larry do that to you?
- HADDIX: I'm serious, you win.

Now shut the fuck up
or I'm walking away.

You want to save me from myself?

'Cause you can.

How about you just go home?

To the Bronx?

Shit.

Still, this your only move?

Oh, shit. You know what?

I completely forgot to get an education.

You believe that?

RIZZI: Grossman, Haddix,

y'all better get inside.

Lieu's about five minutes out.

All right, let's move.

Everything goes in a can.

- (CHATTER)
- I gotta pee.

(CHATTERING)

Destry rides again?

You guys did a good job tonight.

We got a couple raids coming up...
bookstores.

You in?

You're in.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, no!

Ma, this piece is
missing from this game.

I told you, it doesn't work
without all the parts.

You told me.

What, you want me to run right
out to Macy's or something?

No, I didn't say that.

We still have that old game of yours.

- "Mystery Date." Remember that one?
- ADAM: What game?

JOAN: Your chance to meet
the man of your dreams.

I'm sure we got all the
pieces to that one.

You want me to dig it out?

That's not a game for boys.

Hey, let's play cards, okay?

- You got a deck in your room?
- Mm-hmm.

- Now you're dead.
- Aw!

MAN: I don't get it, Vince.

Why would you quit Dominic's
place around the corner

and go with a Chink on the
other side of the river?

Yeah.

Because to Dom, I'm always
just the fucking help.

Kim, he don't know what the fuck's
going on, so I'm in charge.

- It's like my own place.
- Yeah, except it ain't.

Just saying.

Plus a lot of shit going
on across the river,

Times Square, the action, tourists,

celebrities now and then.

Jerry Van Dyke came into
the bar the other night,

ordered a mai tai.

Jerry?

Yeah, Jerry Van Dyke.
"My Mother the Car"?

(CHUCKLES) Jerry Van Dyke.

Shit, I was in Di Fara's.

Dick Van Dyke's in front
of me ordering a slice.

- Dick Van Dyke?
- Yeah, sausage and onion.

The fuck you doing jerking
off Jerry Van Dyke

on the wrong fucking side of the river?

Bullshit on Dick Van Dyke
eating pizza on Avenue J.

Bullshit? Fucking true.
Sausage and onion.

Looked he was about ready to sing
"Chim Chimney" any fucking second.

- Yeah.
- (DOOR CLOSES)

I'm doing something at the Korean place

to make me some real money.

I pulled 700 on my take last weekend.

700? Shit, I should be a barman.

Yeah, you're doing fine where you are.

- You just made foreman.
- There's never enough.

I got a lot of chicks in the nest.

Well, try leaving our
sister alone for a minute.

Yeah, or maybe putting
a condiment on it.

(TWINS CHUCKLE)

What'd you do with the Chink bar?

Dresses up the waitresses.

- Yeah.
- Hey...

They're wearing underwear,

bending over, spilling on you.

Not underwear. Leotards.

(COUGHS)

- Leotards, huh?
- Yeah.

Girls look hot?

Hey, Bobby, you would fuck
me twice to fuck them once.

I think I might stop in this week.

We're still working that site
over on 2nd not too far away.

Hey, you're married with children

and lawn furniture, fucko.

- You got a mortgage.
- It's okay to look.

Just a venial sin.

Fuck me, you just used
"venial" in a sentence?

(FRANKIE CHUCKLES)

Oh!

I'm not his mother. He needs you.

I'm doing the best I can.

I tell him you live in Washington,

that you work for the government

and it's a secret what you do.

It's good for him to think you're
doing something important.

You know, next time you go
to the department store,

buy him a game or something.

They got one called "Operation."

Yet get to pretend you're a doctor.

It buzzes. Kids really like it.

Maybe that'll inspire him.

He might grow up to be a doctor.

Or a lawyer.

Or whatever.

I appreciate everything.

Eileen...

you take care of yourself.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- Whoo! Vince.

That guy just tipped me
20 on a single 7 and 7.

If I knew he'd like me that much,

I'd have given him a better pour.

He doesn't like you, El.
He likes how you present.

- (SCOFFS)
- Just saying.

First round's on me, Vinnie.

Hey.

Fucking hot out there in the sun today.

- Well, it's cool in here.
- Yeah, I know.

You and all this snatch walking around

and air conditioning in the bargain.

You weren't kidding.

This is something you
could raise my rent for.

VINCENT: Don't get all worked up.

There's a topless bar
out by the airport.

- Them girls is whores.
- MAN: Yeah.

These are waitresses bringing me drinks.

It's... I don't know, different.

- Exactly.
- MAN: That's right.

- It's like, uh, classy.
- BOBBY: Whoa.

Tommy Longo.

- You know him?
- Longo?

In the carting business.

- What the hell's carting?
- Garbage trucks.

He's got construction
contracts in the city.

Our site, for one.

Well, he's also a shylock.

Vinnie, you into Tommy Longo?

- Guess again.
- Frankie, huh?

Yeah.

Well, pardon me while I go kiss

some familiar Italian ass.

On your way back cash
this for me, will you?

Why don't they just give it to you in
the morning so you can go to the bank?

Eh, the bosses figure if
they pay us in the morning,

we'll wander off the job
site and go get wrecked.

They're probably right.

By the time we get checks,
there's no cash till Monday.

How much payroll do you got on the site?

I got 82 grand in payroll right now.

Sometimes more.

MAN #2: Can you get us, too, Vince?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're good.

MAN: Me, too.

- Give me a second.
- Thanks, Vin.

(MOANING)

You did some drastic
shit there, I gotta say.

Yeah?

Minnesota ain't seen none of that?

That thing you do, I don't think

it's made it west of Pittsburgh yet.

(DISTANT INDISTINCT ARGUMENTS)

(SNIFFS)

(COUGHS)

(SNIFFS)

Do you like this look?

I could wear my hair
in a shag like that.

You know, I bet I could
do what she does, too.

I mean, I act every night, don't I?

I'm good at it.

Baby, put that shit away.

Jane Fonda ain't got nothing on you.

I heard in that movie
she ain't got no pimp.

You know that's bullshit, right?

It's fine for pretend,

but that won't work on the streets.

Can I confide something in you?

You know you can.

I ain't never verbalized
this shit before

to man nor beast, so...

There ain't no individual on
earth as alone as a pimp.

You try to make a family
with your bitches, right?

But after while, most of them,
they just want you to fail.

It's like a part of their nature.

So you wind up having to
play all kinds of mind games

to keep them all in line, but
nobody's fooling nobody.

They want your ass to fail.

The other pimps,

it's "brother this, brother that,"

but at the end of the day,

all they want to do is
shanghai your stable.

The pigs, they want your
money and your scalp,

and, God's truth, Lori, I'm... (SCOFFS)

I'm just sick and tired of the
whole damn thing, you know?

The whole dog-eat-dog mentality, it...

You know, I've shown,
improved myself out there

year in and year out, and right now,

all I need is one good
woman, and I'm gone.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

I'm taking off. (SNIFFS)

Making a proper home, have some babies,

kick back, see the world,
that kind of shit.

You know what I'm saying?

- I like that.
- You like that?

Yeah.

See, the thing is...

I can't do none of that until
I make me a proper pile.

Until then, I'm gonna be out there

like a warrior for my scratch.

My chosen one will be an Amazon
out there for my scratch.

See what I'm saying?

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (CHATTER)

(SIGHS) Hey.

Four last week.

Hoping for the same or more this week.

Doing what I can for you.

It's gonna be hard for
you this week, I know.

Your brother's lucky streak
in Queens ended abruptly...

I'm told.

Fuck me.

Mmm, till looks fat, though.

I don't steal from Kim. I told you.

You told me.

I'm working on it.

(REGISTER DINGS)

Now tonight, the room, the hotel clerk,

it's all paid for.

You just concentrate
on the thing at hand.

First thing after the money,
you check his Johnson.

That thing looks poxy, out he goes.

Do you really think you need
to tell me about dick drip?

I've been doing this since I was 16.

I'm saying you're no good
to me diseased, that's all.

Oh, one thing.

Uh, don't let him put
himself inside you.

They'll just keep slamming you
with the side of their hands.

You do the putting in, all right?

Save some wear and tear on that thing.

You know, it's like my
mother used to say...

without your health,
nothing else matters.

That's what Darren used to say to me.

You know, let me tell you
something about your boy Darren

or Clem or Eefus or who the fuck.

He's a pimp like a
crippled little-leaguer

is a Hall of fucking Famer, all right?

I'm a pimp.

Your first and last real man pimp, okay?

- Okay.
- I'm a fucking pimp!

(SNIFFS)

I hear you, Daddy.

Yeah?

Lori, check this out. Come here.

- (NECKLACE TINKLING)
- (C.C. SNIFFS)

Yeah.

Now, you got a big day tonight,

so why don't you get yourself cleaned up

and get some beauty sleep, all right?

All right.

You, uh...

you ever been to France?

No?

Yeah, me neither.

MAN: Okay, I see what you're saying.

- WOMAN: Hey, Frankie.
- Susie.

Crown Royal, if you please.

VINCENT: They'll be
lining up every Friday.

What's good?

So as long as we
have the cash on hand,

we're gonna do good.

- Whoa, what the fuck?
- Oh.

- Tommy fuckin' Longo...
- My twin brother Frankie.

That's the mook who starts all this.

What is this, "The Patty Duke Show"?
Christ.

Brother's an interesting character,

not to mention, as we're all
aware, a fucking degenerate.

Frankie's all right.

He's just got a little problem
with the wagers is all.

Anyway, that's the offer, Mr. Pipilo.

Truth be told, we don't have the cash

to cover my brother's debt right now,

but we're gonna get it and
deliver beyond what we owe.

Tell me again what we're
talking about here.

How many on the payroll?

BOBBY: 140, give or take.

And I bet there isn't a
one of them who's happy.

Right now no one can take home
money at the end of the week.

- They wait till Monday.
- RUDY: I get it.

You work in the office?

I have access to the payroll lists,

if that's what you're asking.

I know what your brother-in-law gets me.

Where do you figure in this?

Well, Bobby's the inside guy.

I'm the manager.

It's what I do... this place,
every place I ever worked.

I will make sure that every penny

is accounted for, Mr. Pipilo.

It's a point of pride with me.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

Here's what I propose.

Rudy Pipilo's gonna be the bank.

The bank will take a 5%
fee out of every check.

A guy opens his envelope on
Friday, he'll find cash.

Also, I want four no-show jobs as well.

Bonus for my time.

You make that happen?

I'm gonna give you guys
$1,000 a week, flat.

That's for you and Bobby
here, for your time.

As for your fuck-nuts
look-alike brother,

- he don't participate, understood?
- Understood.

Any payoffs you gotta
make, any other expense,

that comes out of your cut.

No late payments, no shorts.

Understood?

Understood.

One more cocktail, then you
can walk me to my car.

Okay, Mr. Pipilo.

Rudy.

Rudy.

So, where you living, Vince?

Got a room at the Lionel.
Convenient-like.

I got my own bathroom.
I don't need much.

Yeah, but this neighborhood?

- Hey, Thunder.
- Vince.

Punch boards come into the bar all time,

sometimes with their pimps.

But, hey, their money spends

and, end of the day,
they gotta drink, too,

- just like anyone.
- MAN: Stay close. Come on.

Odds on they're coming from a matinee.

Now, why should a man have to walk
through all this human garbage

just to take his wife out on the town?

All these properties just
sitting here, vacant.

You think this area's ever gonna grow

when you got this kind
of environment here?

I don't know, Rudy.

I just go to work every
day, make my nut.

Yeah. Someone's gotta clean
this fucking place up.

Until that happens, ain't
nothing gonna change.

Yeah, it's like water that
kind of just sits there

in a puddle, stays grimy.

Standing water, right.

It's stagnant around here.

We gotta get the water moving again.

What, you got some interest
down here or something?

Some. I'm working on some.

Here's my car. Vince...

make this right.

See you, Vince.

- Flapjacks for Miss Candy.
- Thank you, baby.

- You're welcome, darling.
- (MUSIC PLAYING)

You know what I'm talking about.

I had never seen such a tight series.

Can I get a match, girl?

I'm not your girl, bitch.

Is that a no?

Yeah.

LEON: Help a brother out here, Dolores.

I can't get no business all
crowded up with everyone else.

'Shell, we can't just move seven blocks.

That's the 18th Precinct.
Cops don't know you up there.

They'll pick you up as soon as
you set foot on the corner.

A couple of trips in the
wagon and we straight.

- Know what I'm saying?
- Yeah?

What about the trade that's
already up that way?

You think those other macks are
just gonna let us move in?

That gets us both cut.

Richie, how about you ball up sometime?

LARRY: Hey, my man
Richie, one question...

you gonna throttle your bitch or
you want me to do it for you?

Sunshine on my shoulders, Larry.
It's all right.

- But thank you.
- All right.

Hey, Mommy, how you doing?

Mmm.

- I'm good, Larry.
- Yeah, you good?

- I can look at you, tell you good.
- (BELL DINGS)

You know, it's dangerous out
here for a girl by yourself.

It's like walking a dog
through a minefield.

You look like you need an escort.

- I do?
- Yeah.

Rodney's been giving me
this talk for a month now.

Rodney, Rodney. Look, Rodney cool.

He cool.

No, but he ain't got
no sensitivity to him,

no intimacy.

He ain't curious about
the human condition.

I'm curious about that shit all the day.

- Excuse me, Miss Motherfucking Bitch.
- DARLENE: What?

LARRY: Can't you see I'm talking here?
Answer me.

Sorry.

DARLENE: Damn.

Like I was saying, Rodney ain't
got no sensitivity to him.

Look, I don't do the
hard sell, all right?

When the time comes, and it will come...

Mm.

you know where to find me.

That I do.

Show some respect for the young ladies

when you in my place of business, hear?

I hear you, stretch.

We good.

Apron-wearing motherfucker.

Listen, I need a solid.

It's just that, um...

I'm supposed to shoot a blue
tomorrow up in the Bronx,

but I have to be in court.

It's $75.

75?

I can make that on the corner.

The hell you need to go all
the way to the Bronx for?

For me.

I'm trying to get my ass off the street.

And if I totally hang this hang guy up,

I'm "person non gratis."

Come on.

When you were little, didn't you
always want to be in the movies?

75...

For fuck's sake, say yes.

Yes. I'll make a fucking movie.

Thank you, baby.

- Larry, baby.
- Yeah.

That movie you had me
make with that John?

I went to Mooney's.

Fat Mooney?

He's selling it?

Just saying, I don't
think nobody paid us

- except for that John.
- All right.

I'm gonna look into it,

make sure we ain't get
took advantage of.

I'm on it.

LEON: Plate's up, Maria. Plate's up.

Okay.

'Cause I don't think...

I said I'm on it.

Honestly...

I don't see how you
could fail every class.

I mean, literature?

Abby, you love to read.

You can reapply next fall.

- If we write to...
- I'm staying.

You're what?

I'm not going back home.

(SIGHS) Your father's so
upset with you right now.

He won't help you out.

I'm not asking for his help.

How are you going to live?

I don't know. How does anyone live?

I'll get a job.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I had a feeling.

You need money or you get in trouble,

you come to me, understand?

- (CHATTER)
- BOBBY: All right.

- MAN: Hey.
- BOBBY: How you doing?

- BOBBY: McNally.
- Hey.

MAN: That's the second
time you've counted it.

- What the fuck?
- Yeah? Maybe I make it three.

Tony, your gross was 360 with all
the differentials and overtime,

less the 5% for cashing it
and you're looking at 342.

Then the taxes come out.

128, same as ever, and
you're looking at 214,

which is what's in the envelope.

Don't get your panties
in a twist, Bobby.

This is my paycheck here.

Same as the other tower.

Line goes slow 'cause they all
count it four times to make sure.

Next week will be faster.
Week after that,

they'll just take the
envelopes and walk.

You'll see.

Get the make-work money for Rudy?

See ya.

MAN: Rubino, you're up next.

(KIDS SHOUTING, LAUGHING)

(MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR RADIO)

- WOMAN: I am tired of this bullshit.
- MAN: Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Marcy? Hello?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ I got down on my knees ♪

♪ And I started crawlin'
around in the sand... ♪

(CLEARS THROAT)

♪ I came upon a boulder ♪

♪ And I rolled that rock
away with my hand... ♪

(DISTANT SHOUTING)

To the penny.

Like you said.

- Let's go for a ride, Vince.
- (ENGINE STARTS)

I wanna show you something.

(HORN HONKS)

♪ ...a New York station ♪

♪ She don't believe what
she hears at all... ♪

- (LOUD BANG)
- MAN: Stay back!

♪ Ooh, she started dancin'
to that fine, fine music ♪

♪ You know, her life was
saved by rock 'n' roll ♪

♪ Yeah, oh ♪

♪ Despite all the computations ♪

♪ You could just dance to
that rock 'n' roll station ♪

♪ And, baby, it was all right, yeah ♪

♪ Hey, it was all right ♪

♪ Hey, here she comes now... ♪

VINCENT: Brought me out
here to look at a hotel?

No, the bar.

Yeah, I heard of this place.

It's a fag joint, right?

Not much of one but, yeah. Penny Lane.

Like The Beatles song.

Come on, Vince, they don't bite.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- It's a good song.

I wanted you to see this
place, get your opinion,

like, on account of you
know the business.

- You own this place?
- No.

But the people that do are in trouble.

They're gonna get foreclosed on.

Owner's, like, five, six
months behind on the rent.

Me? I'm trying to put
my machines in here...

the jukebox, cigarette
machines like that.

But why bother if there's
no payout, right?

Got a friend named Tony.
He cooks in the kitchen.

I gotta talk to him.

- Hey.
- MAN: Hey.

- What can I get you?
- Co-Cola.

- Mind if I ask you something?
- Sure.

What's with this place?

Deader than Bobby Kennedy in here.

(CHUCKLES) Well...

these places are popular, and
then they're not, you know?

Well, queer bars in the Village

have been going strong
for years, no offense.

Yeah, those places are safe, though.

What do you mean?

We got targeted.

Um...

somebody started making
calls to customers,

picking on anybody with
a wedding ring on...

you know, businessmen,
the suit-and-tie crowd.

- Blackmail.
- Yeah.

Once that happens, word gets around.

Then it's over.

So, what are you still doing here?

I'm still being paid.

What's that?

Just taking count.

You over-order liquor,
you're in trouble,

so you gotta turn the inventory.

Otherwise it's dead money.

What's your name?

Paul.

- Vincent.
- (DOOR OPENS)

Hi, Vincent.

- You guys find Tony?
- TOMMY: Yeah, he's back there.

Drunk.

Vince, you coming?

See you, Paul.

So, what do you think?

You can't raise the dead.

Yeah, but maybe you can bring
it back as something else.

Me? No. I already manage a joint.

And you really turned that
Chink dog palace around,

which is why I'm offering you this.

It would be yours. You own it.

Why would you do that for me?

Well, I'd have a small piece of it.

Say 1,000 a week flat,

and I get half the take from
the machines I put in there,

but the business would be yours.

Yeah, there's still a debt.

I mean, nobody's gonna forgive that.

A couple of Jews hold the notes

and another guy over at
the Brill Building, too,

but I'll work that out.

You got a problem with
who I am, Vincent?

Look, you own a business, any business,

you gotta pay the rent, right?

Think of me as just a regular
landlord, that's all.

(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)

(MAN COUGHING)

They look like they're really fucking.

Of course they are, baby.

But you notice how they cut
out before he split it?

That's 'cause you can't be showing
no penetration in a movie theater,

because the cops would raid the shit
out of this motherfucker quick.

You want to see that

or his jizz when he busts his nut,

gotta go to one of them
brown paper bag stores.

Yeah, you could do that.

Shit.

I could act in a real movie
with a story and everything.

Yeah, I know, baby. You a star.

Check it out, Lori.

It's like an oil patch
and those sorry bitches

are the derricks doing $5 and $10
slobber jobs around the clock

just to try to get some
fresh-off-the-dog,

brogan-wearing popcorn pimp's nut.

Now, I want you to commit
this shit to memory.

You know why?

'Cause you ain't never gonna
see it or them again,

not as long as we're good together.

I have too much respect for
how hard my girls work for me

to send them this a-ways.

However...

on the other hand,
should things go wrong,

like you jumping ship 'cause
some Slick Willie motherfucker

got inside your head?

(SCOFFS)

Shit, this could be like the
Ghost of Christmas Future.

Every bitch up here one way or the other

has made that kind of mistake.

I get it, C.C.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- Vinnie, Vinnie, Vinnie, Vinnie.

Man, I thought you hated all
those fucking made guys.

Yeah, Rudy's different.

He's a businessman. Came at me straight.

So if I'm gonna pay rent,
might as well be to him.

I still don't get it.

I mean, you drink for free,
you make good money.

you got all the gash you can handle

without any of the headache
of owning the place.

- So why fucking do it?
- Why the fuck not?

Look, Frankie...

as fucked up as you are

in every possible fucked-up
way a man can be,

you always been the one...
Major League prospect,

- prettiest women, flashiest cars.
- What can I say?

Even Ma thought the sun
rose out of your ass.

- What?
- When we was kids at dinner?

After Pop, she always served you first.

Yeah, as it should be. I'm older.

- Yeah, by 23 minutes.
- I'm still older.

I'm just saying.

I'm good at this.

I wanna see if I can be the best.

You know, start something
from the ground up.

Maybe it's my time to shine.

Yeah? Why don't you shine
this, baby brother?

All right, bring it over.

- Oh, pow!
- Oh! (GRUNTS)

(DOGS BARKING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hi. Is Eric here?

NEWS ANCHOR ON TV: were
there to also demand

release from prison of Angela Davis,

and they heard her mother
declare, quote, "Angela"...

Eric.

"represents the struggle
of all political prisoners."

He's down in the basement.

- Okay. Thank you.
- (TV CONTINUES)

- Oh, here they are.
- Hey.

Where's Loretta?

Uh, family emergency.

Excuse me.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

You guys have a script?
I don't know my lines.

(CHUCKLES) This isn't "Dr.
Zhivago," honey.

- They ain't even recording sound.
- (CHUCKLES)

This all of it, Mooney?

No, I got more in the stockroom.

You know, let me get them for you.

Well, you don't... you don't
gotta toss the place.

- Please?
- "Licking Stick"?

- Blow jobs, right?
- I don't watch.

- "Oyster Roast."
- I'm providing a service.

FLANAGAN: Chris, get over here.

This guy's stuffing 10
inches of hard cock

into somebody's daughter in close-up.

Somebody must've put the wrong version
of that one in the projector.

FLANAGAN: I guess somebody put
the wrong one in this one, too.

Oh, you didn't trim the loops, Moon.

Very disappointed in you.

Why you guys busting my balls?

I mean, for Christ's sakes,
"Sex USA" is playing

at the Rialto right now out in the open.

You know, go shut them down.

That's a documentary.

- This here...
- What?

It ain't right.

Confiscate the rest of
this stock, come on.

ALSTON: You heard him.
Let's go, fat man.

COP: Is this water sports?
What the fuck is it?

(LIGHTS HUMMING)

ERIC: That's a little bright.

Turn it around. The other side.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

"Great Dane in the Morning."

And, action.

- (CAMERA WHIRRING)
- Action.

Go, go, yeah.

Mm-hmm.

- Oh...
- ERIC: Oh, nice.

And Vikings.

Oh, the Vikings are here!

Tracey, you're scared and turned on.

(WOMEN WHIMPERING)

TRACEY: Be careful.

Hey, you, Acting 101, don't
look at the camera, okay?

- I know.
- Suspends the illusion.

- Sorry. (CHUCKLES)
- Okay, keep going.

- We're burning film.
- (CAMERA WHIRRING)

Okay.

(MOANING)

(LAUGHS)

TRACEY: Stop! Watch my hair.

MAN: Oh, I'm sorry.

TRACEY: No. Elbow.

(CHATTER)

Can I help you with something?

Can I check out a book?

Do you have a card?

You need to fill out a form.

Are you looking for anything specific?

Yeah.

- (CAMERA WHIRRING)
- (CANDY MOANING)

(SQUIRTING)

ERIC: All right.

(STROKING)

ERIC: Don't squint.

You're supposed to love Viking cum.

Viking cum's okay. Cold
potato soup sucks.

If Speedy One and Two here
hadn't blown their loads,

you'd be splooged with the real thing.

And don't talk, Tracey.

Sorry, forgot.

(ON RADIO) ♪ I can't go
home with you, baby... ♪

(HORNS HONKING)

♪ Even though it makes me sad, now ♪

♪ I don't wanna go, baby ♪

♪ Don't you hear me? ♪

♪ I don't wanna go, baby ♪

♪ Everybody, I don't wanna go, baby ♪

♪ Mm-hmm, I don't wanna go, baby ♪

♪ Would you please, I believe ♪

♪ A woman is supposed to please ♪

♪ I know you're not
the kind to love me ♪

♪ It puts my heart at ease ♪

♪ Runnin' around... ♪

Here's your money.

Yeah. Thanks.

Sure.

Hey...

why is one side silver
and one side white?

Aluminum gives you more light,
white gives you a softer glow.

Huh.

And what's this one?

The key light? That's
your main light source.

Yeah, and what's that?

The fill light. Hides your shadows.

ERIC: Hey, Naomi!

So, how long is this movie gonna be?

- Nine hours?
- Try eight minutes.

- What? We've been here all day.
- We're just getting started.

We got a bunch of fresh meat coming in.

- Be here any minute.
- ERIC: Naomi!

- (WOMAN SHOUTING)
- (HORNS HONKING)

C.C.: Excuse me, Officer.

Excuse me, Officer. Officer.

- Step off.
- No, right.

Right, but that's my wife you got there,

so there must be some kind of mistake.

Your wife's a fucking whore.

Yeah, that's a heartbreak
to the whole family,

but I'll post her bail
right here, right now.

MAN: How about I take you in, too?

No offense.

Just a misunderstanding.

Can I ask what precinct

so I can post in a rightful manner?

- 1-5.
- The 1-5, right.

Yeah, and there's just one more thing.

- Nigger...
- (CLICKS)

(KNIFE PIERCES)

(LORI SCREAMING)

- (GROANS)
- (SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Why would you do that?

'Cause the pigs do not
set a sting like that

without a backup cage car
waiting to cart your ass off,

and I ain't seen any.

And 'cause there ain't no 1-5 Precinct.

- MAN: Please.
- 'Cause I ain't never seen a cop

wearing top-dollar Stacy
Adams like his in my life.

They're too fucking cheap.
Where's his badge?

Please.
Please, C.C., get him off of me, please.

See? This some box top
Deputy Dawg bullshit.

- Please...
- Yeah, this?

- (MAN GROANING)
- This the real McCoy.

Yeah, yeah. I should've schooled
you on that, and that's on me.

Let's see what we got here, huh?

Oh, right there.

Unh-unh. Remember what I said?

We ain't in Duluth no more, Dorothy.

(GROANS, GURGLES)

C.C., please, get this man off of me.

Now, you been through some shit
here this evening, no doubt.

But the best thing for you right now?

Just like falling off a bike,
you gotta get right back on.

You happen to remember where
he put the cuff keys?

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (CHATTER)

Thanks a lot, sweetheart. For you.

ELLEN: Thank you, baby.

This seat taken?

Go ahead.

Let me buy you another drink.

Oh, no, thanks. I'm good.

You come in here to take
a load off your feet?

Hey, I can dig it. I
work long hours, too.

Look...

I better get going.

What's going on here?

We're talking.

I listen to people's stories
and put them down on paper.

Sort of like an anthropologist.

You've heard of oral histories.

Larry, we was just
having a conversation.

- I was just about to leave.
- LARRY: Okay, okay.

Well, conversations don't pay my bills.

- Come on.
- Ow.

LARRY: Practicing anthropology...

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Let go.

What'd I tell you about
fucking with them jaspers?

Huh?

They don't spend.

I want you to go out
there and you work it.

Oh!

- Okay?
- Yes, Larry.

I'm gonna be by later to see you.

I don't know what your game is,

but you stay away from my girls.

You heard me?

(GRUNTS)

So, what are you doing tonight?
Are you dating?

- Hey, you want a threesome?
- WOMAN: Hey, Ruby.

(SIREN WAILING)

Hi, baby.

RIZZI: On to fresher hell.

On last night's stabbing homicide...

found handcuffed in his
car by the Lionel Hotel,

the vic, Rolfe Hermann,

might have been a master
of moral degeneracy

in our humble precinct,
but out in Great Neck,

he was a beloved biology teacher.

So, you hear anything out there...

It was Colonel Mustard in
the pantry with a dildo.

Moving right along,
strangulation homicide

last night in The Cameo.
Perp still at large.

Three agg assaults. One in The Lark.

- Perp still at large.
- Any descriptions?

(SCOFFS)

Another one inside Grant's Bar.

Perp still at large.

Two rapes.

One complainant known
pros, so who's to say?

Commercial robberies. Holy shit.

Fellas, watch the bodegas, all right?

Gunpoint commercials on the
100 block of East 3-0,

the 300 block of the West 3-5,

and the 200 block of the West 4-3.

That was a cheap prick, so who
gives a flying fuck, right?

Burgs are gonna take a while, so...

grab a cup of coffee and
put your feet up, okay?

Our late tour creeper...

Another day, another dollar.

the 200 block...

All right, ladies, show and prove.

WOMAN: Come on, Flanagan.
I ain't working.

I'm just going for an Orange Julius.

Show and prove.

Get in the van, Ash.

The hoes go in, the hoes go out.

ALSTON: Now this motherfucker.

Like sweeping leaves on a windy day.

Ain't that right, Officers? (CHUCKLES)

Solid bullshit.

Everybody goes tonight.

- WOMAN: Aw, come on.
- What?

- (WOMEN CLAMORING)
- Let's go.

WOMAN: Asshole.

RODNEY: That's some bullshit, Alston.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ (JAZZ FUNK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

POLICEMAN: Blocks 4-2, along with 4-1,

are now no-go zones with arrests.

How do these blocks rate a no-go zone?

Maybe the whores have pull downtown.

I just wanna talk. I mean,
what's it like out there?

LEON: I waited here 'till
four in the damn mornin'!

I wanna learn how to make movies.

So, you got bit by the actin' bug...

(WOMAN MOANING)

All right, we're open.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

CHRIS ALSTON: Hey, hey! Ladies!
Ladies! Ladies!