All language subtitles for S02E04-What Big Ideas

You want to do
a literary adaptation?

Little Red Riding Hood.

I might be able
to get behind it.

You make relationships
with these women

and it opens a door
to something bigger.

Another action plan.

Somebody in public morals
got morals?

It's not morals. It's money.

So, this is it?

There's 16 parlors now.

Things could get ugly.

You should warn Paul.

Let him make
an informed decision

about his future endeavors.

Christ! The fucking parlor down
the street's going up in flames.

Ain't one of ours.

- OK, let's lose the smile.
- What?

I got good teeth.

Yeah, but we gotta
give 'em options.

Darlene, don't I got good teeth?

My mama says they're
my best attribute.

Yeah, well, your mama's
not who we're after here.

At least I hope not.
Give me serious.

- What's so damn funny?
- Keep still, please.

Up the menace.

Scary.

I mean, sexy.

- Scary-sexy.
- That's good enough.

Why don't we move over to the bed,
and lose the trousers, please.

Say what?

The directors
are gonna be curious.

She didn't tell me that.
She ain't tell me that!

She said head shots.

I spent all morning
picking out these damn trousers.

They cost me $59.99.

You're doing this
to get into porn, right?

You want to do pornos?

This tells the directors
what they want to know.

Do you want to explain
to the fashion model here

what pornography is?

Look, Mr. Brown,

we got like 15 minutes.

You got something to hide,
I say let's just go home.

'Cause whatever she did
or didn't tell you,

the folks eyeing these shots don't
give a fuck about your nice teeth.

Unless they really are
your best attribute.

Fuck it.

Fuck this bullshit.

Photographer
Thank you very much, sir.

Adjust the blanket, please.

I'd hate to see
that thing angry.

Best be quick.

Paul Arabescato from
Carrara, Makrana from India.

They used this
to build the Taj Mahal.

Shit, they both look
the same to me.

Yeah.

Kenneth likes the Makrana.

It's also cheaper, but barely.

I like the stateliness
of this one.

So these are for the back bar?

Bathrooms.

What? What?

Am I out of control here?

Contractor
More fuckin' trouble.

A little bit?

- Another problem, boss.
- What's up?

We got behind that plaster wall,

and there's no wiring. Nothing.

- Nothing?
- Not a circuit,

because they ran the wires
up the goddamn chimney spout.

Two minutes, Stan, I'll be over.

- Remind me why I'm fuckin' doin' this.
- C'mon,

it's gonna be great.

It's gonna be the Taj Mahal
of the Village joints.

Heh. Yeah, if it doesn't
break me first.

It's great.

You startin' to worry
about your investment?

No! No.

I'm just here to... check-see if
there's any trouble, you know,

the other joint or...
here at the work site.

- Gotten anything?
- Hunh-unh.

Maybe there's nothin'
to worry about.

Yeah, maybe.

It's been a few weeks
since that parlor fire.

Maybe them other guys
have backed off.

I don't know.

You still got people watching
your places at night?

Yeah. It's costing me, but yeah.

Rudy says another week or two.

If nothin' happens, then
maybe we can stop worrying.

But if Hodas and them greaseballs
behind him are comin',

they're gonna come hard.

And they know your other
place is with Rudy,

and they might not know that
this new spot here is just you.

So Rudy says just be aware.

Yeah, he's just lettin' me know the risk
of having anything out here on my own.

I'm sorry, I just...
I fucking knew it.

Of course he won't let this go. He's
not gonna let me break away clean.

He isn't sayin' that.
Do what you want, Paul.

Yeah?

All right.

When do you open?

Six weeks?

Eight?

Three months?

Ha! Shit, the way thing are
going, possibly never.

All right. Question
One bathroom or two?

Two.

I'm just askin'.

Tryin' to save you some money.

Yeah.

It's a tough choice for sure...

but I think I'd still pay
for the Italian.

Contractor Wanna move
that six-footer over here?

Probably be worth it
in the long run.

Candy So all my calls
came to nothing,

and even with the ten grand
from L.A.,

this is gonna need more.

It's gonna need a lot more.

And one thing
I know for sure is,

we gotta go upstate,
or Jersey, I mean,

or even Westchester,
but someplace, ya know,

'cause it's not gonna work
on a half-assed fake-o set.

We need real trees.

I mean, I need a fuckin' forest.

Harvey, are you listening?

What was I just sayin'?

You'd want to shoot outside.

We don't have the lights
to shoot outside.

Not at night, anyways.

So we gotta get some.

And we need to rent a cabin.

And we're gonna need
to bring the actors

and the crew up there.

Are there wood nymphs?

Excuse me?

Or wood nymphos?

I'd hope.

Will they also
be wearing lederhosen?

Is that what turns you on?

Sure.

You've done a ton of work here,

and I look at these pictures,
and I can't see it.

I think it's a little quaint...
for a fuck film.

Except it's not.

I mean, that's the thing.

I know it plays that way
on the surface...

I like that.

But I mean, this is not
some kiddie shit

about, you know, "Don't go off the
beaten path or you're a bad girl."

This is about the hunger
and the terror

and the risk...
we all fuckin' risk...

to connect to each other.

My. What big ideas you have.

Fuck you!

C'mon.

No, hey.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey. No, no, no.

I'm sorry. Hey, come back...

Please sit down...

- Do we have a script?
- Yes. We do have a script,

but it is mostly in my head.

Well, then, get it on paper,

and we will talk about it more,

and yes, we will see what
we can do with what we have.

I get what you're going for.

I've read my fair share
of Bettelheim.

I am familiar with
all the Freudian shit...

Sex and death and annihilation
of innocence and matricide

and infanticide, et cetera.

At the end of the day,

it's gotta be about the fuckin'.

So, give me three
straight boy-girl scenes,

one with the lesbian
munching carpet,

and the big-top orgy at the end.

You got me.

I'm sold.

But if the fuckin' is not good,

then I'm not buyin' it.

Not by the hair
on my chinny-chin-chin.

That's the wrong
fuckin' fairy tale.

Fuckin' Three Little Pigs.
Fuck off.

How'd it go?

It's like pushing string.

But ya know, I'm still pushing.

Well, I just wanted to say,

I wrote a play in college...

It didn't get staged
or anything...

But I aced the class with it.

My professor said
that I have a really good ear.

On the other hand,
he kind of wanted to fuck me.

You a writer?

I really like
what you're trying to do here.

I just...
want to be a part of it.

I feel like this is something
I need to do by myself.

Well, I'm here
if you need anything.

Hey, what's a Bettelheim?

Yeah.

Nan They call that art?
I coulda done that.

Vincent I kinda like it.

Looks like Buzz there's
workin' pretty hard.

- You know him?
- Yeah.

I'm a bartender.
I know everybody.

- Hey.
- So what do you think?

You said photo show,
I thought you meant flowers

and landscapes and seashores.

Like Connecticut?

It's good.

- Hey, Viv.
- Viv Hey!

Come meet Vincent.

These are Viv's photographs.

Hello, Vincent.

I think this one's my favorite.

Cookie. She's an actress
in John Waters' films.

You ever seen those?

No.

She's from Baltimore.

Viv's got an eye
for the marginalized.

Bringing out
everyone's humanity.

Hey, all you gotta do is listen.

Sounds like we have the same
job, minus the alcohol.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna keep
making the rounds,

speaking of alcohol.

Hey, wait.

She's the best.

Can't believe
she did all this for me.

Yeah.

Where'd you find this guy?

Looks like my brother
in Bushwick, circa 1961.

Actually, Frankie
still looks like that.

I'm obviously
the more refined brother.

Barker over P.A.
Change! Get your change!

Get your change here.

You want to see the show,

you need to get
your quarters here.

Barker Upstairs now...

They're showing it all and more.

Things you ain't seen before...

I sure feel bad for Frankie.

- Yeah?
- Think they'll ever give it back to him?

He'd have to pay back
what he owes.

Kiss a lot of familiar
Italian ass, ya know?

Barker Lesbian ladies
want nice fellas.

Don't make 'em wait!
Get in there, boys.

Did ya ever think about how
much cum is on those coins?

Say what?

You're jerkin' off
with one hand,

you're pumpin' quarters
in the machine with the other.

Some of 'em gotta get confused.

- No doubt.
- I mean, when your head's in that place,

you're not really thinkin' right
to begin with.

You're spewin' on your money,

you're trying to stuff tissue
in the fuckin' coin slot...

- Ya know?
- Yeah.

We all just tryin'
to get to that place

where no other thought
matters, right?

- I'm sayin'.
- Lois Shay!

Shay! Shay! Help!

Shay! Help! Irene!

Shit! Shay? Shay?

Mike Irene!

Peep Show Customer
Wait your turn, asshole!

- She just keeled over. She was fine.
- Mike Let me in there!

- Mike Irene! Irene! Open up!
- Fuck!

Open up!
Irene, what's goin' on?!

- What do we do?
- What the fuck you lookin' at, asshole?!

Mike Let me in there!

What the fuck
did you do to her?!

Nothing.

Peeper Is she OK?

The fuck?!

Get Mario! I need both of you!

I put three quarters
into this machine...

Mike Mario! Hey!

Shay? It's Irene.

Hey. Hey.

Have you seen Viv?

Not for a bit, no.

How about Vincent?

Put this on and...
drink this up.

Tilt. Swallow it.

We gotta get you to the
hospital, flush you out.

Mike Mario, flag a cab.

Other sleeve now.

Come on.

- Mike Easy does it.
- Irene Careful. Be careful.

Mike
Take your time. Take your time.

- This way.
- Here, cover Shay.

Mario Go, go, go, go.

Mike You got it. Come on.

All right, almost there.

Irene All right, I got her.

I gotcha, baby. I gotcha.

Third time this year.

Nobody get no higher than Shay,
that's for sure.

Hey! None of that.

Why not?

You saying you're not
a character worthy of New York?

Well, I'm not sayin' that.

Vincent Jesus.

Hey, this is early. You should see
it at 400 or 500 in the morning.

It's like the center
of the universe.

Anything can happen,
and usually does.

I'll bet. But I'm out of film.

You got somebody to take over?

Wanna walk me home?

Hey, Jimmy.

You got the helm
till Big Mike gets here.

- Let's go.
- Pour me a Dewar's first?

- Abby.
- Your show was a hit.

Got a rush at the end.

Too bad you missed it.

- I...
- Vincent Don't worry,

you're good. We're all good.

Right, Abby?

Just get me the Dewar's, barman.

Sure thing.

Go on out,
I'll meet you out there.

I mean, OK, I was flirtin',

but that one came on me fast.

Ungrateful bitch.

Does that mean
you're not gonna join us?

Don't keep her waiting.

OK.

Frankie Good morning!

Hey! How ya doin'?

What the fuck!

- Woman You work here?
- Work here? I own it.

You're supposed to be open
by 900.

The sign says
"In my 1200, out by 500."

All right, well,
I'm here by 1200?

- It's 1240.
- Whatever.

But the sign is saying if we
get you the clothes by 1200,

then you get them back
to us by 500, the same day.

Yeah, so everyone says.

But that's my sign, I think
it means something different.

Capisce?

Just hold on a minute.

Man We been holding
on for a long time!

Alma! What the fuck's going on?

You're late, and it's "Almunda."

All right, Almunda, where's
Hui-wh... the other one?

- Sick. She call.
- Sick?

You don't wanna open the door,

let the customers in?

Not me, honey. Alterations.

- Man Do your damn job!
- Alterations.

- Woman What is going on?!
- Excuse me.

Woman 2 This is ridiculous!

- Man Sir?
- All right, I hear you!

- Man Hurry it up, mac!
- Man 2 This is disrespectful!

Woman 2 Never coming here again!
You lost my business!

Woman Finally.

All right.

Open for business.

What can I do for ya?

I have borscht on my tzitzit.

Say that again?

Borscht on my tzitzit.

A spill my son made.

On your... On your what?

Tzitzit.

Say that one more time?

Irene Morning, sunshine.

It's afternoon.

What are you guys doing here?

And where the fuck
is "here," exactly?

You got an inpatient bed.
In Queens.

Your boss here paid.

You paid for 28 days?

Also, I got you breakfast,

even though they stopped
serving it an hour ago.

I gotta let Rodney
know where I am.

He knows.

Irene You're gonna be good.
I promise.

I'll come by every day,

make sure they're
treating you right.

Every day?

What the fuck's wrong with you?

Let me check if they got
some yogurt or whatever.

What the fuck
are you doin' here?

Shit, girl, we go way back.

All the way back
to the Reggie Love days.

- Old-timers.
- Yeah.

Ya ask me, when you
get out of here,

you're gonna have
a man on your hands.

OK, move around on her,
move around...

zoom in...

zooming in...

- I'm sorry, can we cut?
- Yeah, we're cut.

What is with
the goddamn breathing?

- It's not me.
- Yeah, I know it's not you.

- Where the hell is John?
- John is gonna be late.

I told you.
He's got a dentist thing.

Can we wait for him to come
so we can all be professional?

I can't have the camera
guy getting off.

I'm not getting off.
I have asthma.

We can just
dub the sound in later.

It's not like he's bumping into any lines.
Am I right?

I'm trying to do
my job here, Bernie.

Cameraman
I'm trying to do my job too.

- Have you ever been on a movie set before?
- Lots of them!

Do you want me to
pass out and choke?

Go ahead and choke,
but be quiet.

May I make a suggestion?

I'm sorry?

Let the tourist guy shoot it.

Think about what
you're selling here.

Every nut-bustin', raincoat-wearin'
chump in the theater

is trying to imagine that it's him
getting head from Lori, right?

So now your story has a guy,

in an ugly-ass shirt, actually
getting some of that.

And he's holding the camera.

So... make the camera him.
You know?

He's looking down,
enjoying the view...

so we're looking down,
enjoying the view.

Ain't that what
you're sellin' anyway?

Plus, no more ducking
the damn plastic palm trees.

Not a bad idea.

- OK, we're resetting.
- Are we gonna try it?

No, for fuck's sake,
we're not gonna try it!

Our cameraman
is shooting the scene.

I am directing the movie.

You keep the breathing
to a minimum,

everybody do their goddamn jobs,

and everybody else...
let us do them.

How 'bout that?

You think you can
manage that, C.C.?

All right, let's get ready here.

I'm gonna need a few seconds.

OK, roll sound.

Sound Man Rolling.

- Lori Wonderful.
- And cut.

I'll be at the bar.

Crew Member
Can I get a hand with this?

Every week's got
a new set of passengers

with their own
bunch of problems,

like they're lonely
or they're fighting,

or like some guy
cheated on his wife.

Then the crew helps them
work things out.

- "Love Boat,"
- Joan Don't let him fool ya.

He loves it. The cruise director,
especially, with her clipboard.

- You'd be way better than her.
- What are you talkin' about?

If you were on that show,
you'd be way better!

- I'm not an actress.
- I'm just sayin, you would.

OK, kiddo. You got
that math test tomorrow.

- How about some studying?
- Candy Yeah.

Do your work, baby. I'm gonna
help Nana with dinner.

Well, that put a lump in
your throat, didn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, for a minute,
ya know, it did.

So you see what I've been sayin'.
He's older.

He's gonna be older still.

He'll hear about it,
or... or worse, see it.

Yeah, I don't think
we're at that place yet.

You don't think so? Excuse me.

He got it from
your father's sock drawer.

You know this is normal, Ma.

Normal? You're gonna tell
me now what's normal?

- Ma.
- Eileen, he is 13 years old. He's exploring.

And sooner or later, one of
these days he is gonna...

Why do I get the feeling that you
want me to pay the price here?

I am on it.
Now, where'd you find that?

- Under his mattress, where else?
- You should put it back there.

You should.

Unless, you know...

you wanna hang onto it.

Crew Member
Who coiled these X.L.R.s?

Crew Member 2 Just trying
to find the best angle.

So, seems it
turned out OK, then.

You know, Bernie,

I'm only trying to improve
the product, all right?

I'm standing around here all day...
ideas do come to mind.

- A man can't help it if he gets inspired.
- Bernie C.C...

it's all right. OK?

Coulda picked a better moment,

but it's not the worst idea.

Shit, I might even
use it sometime.

Yeah?

'Cause I got more
where that came from.

In fact...

now's a good time,
I got a brand-new notion.

"The Life and Times...
of a Pimp."

What's goin' on?
Are we ready to go?

I was down at Leon's thinkin'...

Well, I was filling Rodney and Julito
in on all this Hawaiian-y nonsense...

I think Bernie has a scene
later, so we should go.

Our lives... are
custom-made dramatical.

The day-to-day shit
we go through?

The trouble with the johns,
trouble with the ho's?

Plus, you got fuckin'
throughout.

Endless fucking.
Threesome, eightsomes...

Who gets it more than us pimps?

- You laughin'?
- No, no, no, no.

Fuck's he laughing at?

You saying my tale don't cut it?

You wanna keep making money, we
put the ladies front and center.

- That's just how it works.
- You're gonna find you have a problem

putting women front and center,

sideways, upside-down,

or otherwise...
At least this one.

He doesn't mean that.

Baby, we have another scene
we have to shoot tomorrow.

Aloha, motherfucker.

Lori! We gone.

I'll calm him down for tomorrow.

Jesus Christ.

Carlos Move it!

Carlos Come on!

Go!

Shit, where's Kitty?

Where's Kitty?!

Where the fuck's Kitty?!

Where's Kitty?!

Kitty!

My God...

That's Felicia,

and the one in the green's Lulu.

- I could introduce you.
- Dave Maybe later.

Yeah.

Rodney Back on the stroll?

- C.C. know you around?
- Yeah, Rodney, he does.

- Who this, your new man?
- Yeah, just keep walking.

Bitch got old!

No loss on that one.

Charming.

Look, if you'd rather not
be out here...

You reach
that doctor friend of yours?

Talked last night.
I meant to tell you.

He loved the idea.
Wants to help with it.

I gotta drive up to Tarrytown,
meet with him tomorrow.

You should come if you can,
tell him more what it'll be.

Loretta Holy fuck!

My God...

I figured you'd be
back in the Bronx,

just livin' the quiet life.

Shit, I figured you were dead.

C.C. made it sound
like you were, anyway.

You ain't with him, right?

I'm still with Larry Brown.
I had a few years there

where I went to play house
with one of my johns,

and Larry said that I'd be back,

and, shit, he was right.

- Hey. I'm Dave.
- I'm sorry.

This is my friend Dave.
This is Loretta.

You back on the street,
Dave's someone you oughta know.

He's gettin' some things
organized.

Yeah?

What's that, "organized"?

Well, free anti-clap meds
to start,

and some other stuff.

Yeah, like what?

How long ya got?

All fuckin' night.

- Well, come on.
- Let's go.

Let's get a drink or somethin'.

Fuck you.

OK.

All right...

No.

OK.

"Good..."

"Look..."

"Look... how big..."

No, no, no.

Crap.

Shit.

You let the fire
get to the second floor

before you started
clearing the rooms?

Didn't see nothin'
till it was too late, Bobby.

What the fuck were you doin'?!

They got us, Tommy.

Motherfuckers burnt us out here.

- I see that.
- One of my girls didn't get out.

- Which one?
- The kid. Kitty.

I had her at the Alhambra, and I
moved her over here to the Geisha?

I yelled for
everyone to get out,

she musta been asleep
or something.

She was asleep?

I can smell your breath
from here.

You've had a few. Right, Carlos?

We knew this could be comin'. We
were supposed to be on guard.

You wanna speak to that?

Twelve...

Fuck.

Shit. Hey, Alvira,
how you reverse this thing?

Fuck. Got it.

Man Jesus. Just gimme my suit already.
I'm late!

Frankie Got it.

Woman You call this clean?
It may look clean,

- I thought it was clean... until I put it on.
- Here you go, sir.

- Just a little mix-up.
- Smell it. I dare you.

I can't even identify it,
but it's nasty.

Man That's a dress. Not mine.

- Whaddya mean it's not yours?
- What do I want with a dress?

Man What does it smell like?

The fuck got on that thing?!

- Da shu fenbian!
- You can say that again.

Woman I've been using
this dry cleaner

for 15 years,
this is the first time

anything like this has happened.

- What happened to the Irish guy?
- I don't know!

But you see him, tell him
he can kiss my fuckin' ass!

- I will!
- Good!

How about her people,
her family...

They know she's dead?

Bobby
She never mentioned family.

You got a last name for her?

She showed me an I.D.
when we hired her on,

said she was 19,
but I don't remember the name.

Cops don't know, either. She went
to the morgue as a Jane Doe.

You can't do any better
than that, Bobby?

The fuck do you mean?

She means you use her,
you make money from her,

and you can't even
tell anybody who she is.

Use her?

I use her?
She's paid for the work.

She works in the parlors,
nobody hurts her,

nobody cheats her...
She knows this.

- Her money's good at the end of every shift.
- Yeah.

Fuck the both of youse.

I don't need this.

You think I don't hate
that this shit happened?

She was a nice girl.
This is fuckin' awful.

- Yeah, it fuckin' is.
- Vincent All right,

why don't we just
give it a rest?

Fuck you too, Vincent Martino.

Any of your other girls
close to her?

Did she hang with any of them?

Amber. They're kinda friends.

OK.

Ashley See ya later.

Patriccia
No way to do business.

The fuck were we supposed to do?

Them guys had Hodas open
five parlors in six months...

All of 'em undercuttin' ours.

You burn them, they burn us.

Now there's some dead girl.

And we're in
the goddamn newspapers.

- Enough.
- All due respect, Carmine,

I don't see that we let what
happened here go unanswered.

I never said we don't answer.

All right, Bobby, c'mon.
Time to go home.

I let her live there, ya know?

- Abby The girl?
- Kitty. Yeah.

Let her live where, the parlor?

Back when she started,
last winter,

her junkie roommate OD'ed,

dick of a landlord
changed the locks.

So I said, "Fine",

take a room
till you can find a new place."

I looked out for her.

I looked out for all of 'em.

But you and your fuckin' friend
are givin' it to me

like I lit the fuckin' match.

And this one, standin' there
like a fuckin' church statue.

- What's he supposed to do?
- Just let it go. He's drunk.

The girl worked for you, Bobby.

Me, and me alone.

Bobby. Go home.

- Ya know, funny thing...
- Go home.

Bobby, go home.

Go home!

Go back to Brooklyn!

Or wherever else you lay
your head and call home.

Nobody's blamin' you.

It's a shit thing that happened,
it ain't anyone's fault!

No one here, anyway.

- Lookin' for me?
- Yeah.

- Who caught the arson homicide?
- Rappollo.

- Anything kick loose?
- Not yet.

Don't even think he has a solid I.D.
on the dead girl.

Goldman's mobilizing on it.

He's now mobilizing on every
goddamn case we catch in Midtown?

- Really?
- On the fact that we've got wiseguys

torching up each other's whorehouses,
that needs some attention.

Inspector... respectfully,

you keep trying
to marry me to this guy,

but I'm not trying
to get dragged into any of...

Whatever you think of the prick,

he and the people running his
office have the mayor's ear,

and they can touch someone
in every city department.

Including ours, apparently.

That Midtown Enforcement Project
is sitting on

half a million dollars
to start...

Federal money
coming through Albany.

Lemme get that.
It's temperamental.

Thanks.

Half a million to start?

Yeah. And look, Detective,

we've got ourselves
a 20-year-old coffee machine.

I'll get it goin'.
Just takes a second.

Not holding my breath.

Man on P.A.
John Calloway, line one.

Ashley Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor
Not at all. Glad to help.

So, again, just let me
check with my office,

and we'll pin down the dates.

The end of the month
at the latest.

We'll look on a location that
works and spread the word.

You may end up with more
girls than you can handle.

Dave told me some of the women

see medical people who take
advantage of the situation.

You shouldn't worry.

Thank you for including me,
Miss Spina.

How far is Nyack?

Man Yeah, Rick's a cool guy.

So, he's lit some of your films?

Yeah. Yeah, and he says
you're a really great writer.

So, "Little Red Riding Hood"?

Yeah. No one's done it
as a feature,

and, I mean,

definitely not the way
we want to do it.

So this would be full-length,
fleshed out...

Well, here's my idea.
I want to update it,

I want to clear out
all the quaint shit,

and I want to make it urban.

I want to move the whole
thing to the city...

New York City.

But i-it's still a kids' film?

Rick didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

All he said was it's low-budget,

but high enough
so you could pay.

It's porn.

It's a sex film.

"Fleshed out"... OK, yeah.

I tried to do it myself, but...

I'm not a writer.

You wanna take off?

It's fine, I'll get the check.

No. I'm in.

I... I can see the whole thing.

Ya know? I think it's genius.

It's sick, but it's genius.

- Yeah? You OK with sick?
- Please. OK?

The wolf eats the granny
fuckin' whole...

I used to get a little kiddie
boner whenever I thought of that.

You're kidding.

I am. But I was into
it... way too into it.

You guys doin' porn, you don't need
to use your real names, right?

Like, in the credits, I mean?

She was older than you guys.

Maybe a year or two ahead?

I don't know
if she graduated, or...

She's really pretty,
whoever she is.

She oughta get dressed, though.

All right. Thanks anyway.

Maybe we should give this up.

Worth a try.

Might have the wrong school.

Shit, we might have
the wrong town.

With everything, all this,

what the fuck am I even trying
to do here with any of this?

Excuse me. Either of you
know this girl?

Fuck this. Let's just go.

Why are you kicking yourself
just for trying?

Um, can I see that again?

It is. It's Stephanie.

Thanks for comin'.

I was ordered.

Well...

I asked McDonagh
for some help from Homicide,

and he said
you were my man, so...

You got guys from three
different precincts in here,

and the Public Morals
task force.

Captain McGillavery from Manhattan
South is in command for this,

but they come when called, so...

Pull up a chair.

Grossman Hey, Alston.

All aboard the Overtime Express.

The ho wagon rides again.

Who told you where we lived?

We talked to one of your son's
friends at the school.

I thought you'd...
You'd want to know.

You a whore too?

What if I was?

Dorothy's an organizer,
actually.

She's trying to help girls
like your daughter.

Little late for it.

Mr. Esposito,

she's in the morgue
in New York, unclaimed...

You tell your boss I'm gonna need
him to give up one location.

He can move the girls, let
us kick over an empty joint,

but we're comin'
next Tuesday. Got that?

He'll want it to be the place on 35th.
That's our worst earner.

I don't care which. I just need
one spot to give the bosses.

You guys keep settin' fire
to shit, so we're comin'.

You know, for a tip like that,

you could at least
pour some top shelf.

What'd he want?

Tell us there's gonna be
raids on Tuesday.

We gotta give up a spot.

Bobby's not here?

Not since the fire
at the Geisha House.

But he told me to have
the nut ready for you.

All right.

Come with me.

Frankie's watchin' us.

Come on now, Vince. We ain't
tryin' to get burnt up in here.

He won't be long. Come on.

- Candy Hey.
- Harvey You're workin' late.

Yeah, I gotta edit
the stuff from yesterday.

Will you pay this
when you get a second?

- How's it lookin'?
- Good.

The jail guard/lesbian scene's
actually pretty hot.

- Yeah?
- Even with those uniforms.

And the tracking shot you did
past the cell bars,

it's a little slow,
but I think it works great.

I wanted it slow.

We're paying actual money

to an outside writer?

Yeah.

I should die of boils.

Man Whoo!

Yeah!

Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Whoo!

Man Hey, there...

Hey, get the fuck outta there!

- I don't want your fuckin' money!
- Simmer down, sweetie!

Get the fuck up outta here
if you know what's good for you!

- What'd I do?
- Done. Cut the fucking light.

I don't need this shit.

Next dancer!

I'm hungry. You're buying.

Tips were shit tonight.

It's all good, clean fun
until the late show,

and then, the cheapest
and the drunkest.

Barker January Cummings!
Come on up, January!

Vincent Yeah, from now on,

the part of the nut that's
the weekly from the parlors,

Black Frankie here's
gonna deliver that.

No, Vince. You're responsible.

Not anymore.

I'm steppin' away
from the parlors.

I want out of that.

Out. What the fuck is "out"?

- Black Frankie Tommy.
- What?

Ain't that one of them
motherfuckers

you want me to be lookin' for?

- Where?
- Suckin' on a pizza slice.

- Billy...
- Billy Diamond.

- Who?
- Muscle. Workin' with the Horse.

And Marty Hodas.
He ain't a made guy,

but he's into their shit
just the same.

Here. Hold that a second.

What the fuck is this about?

Thing about all this

is that when I put a torch
to your place,

I got the sense to go
to a phone, drop a dime,

call the joint, tell 'em
that they're on fire.

Not you guys. You're assholes.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

You heard me.

Fuck you.

Fuck me.

Well...

that was regrettable.

You see that bald guy?

Fucking prick
wanted his bill back

because I wouldn't let him
finger me.

Customer ain't always right.

Hey, Tina.

Ya ever think for one minute
of your life

you'd ever find yourself married
to a dry cleaner?

- No.
- Barker Gentlemen, here comes

- the beautiful and flexible.
- Me neither.

Jessica Danger to the stage.

Welcome to the stage,

Miss Danger.

Stephanie Esposito was 16.

- Who?
- Kitty.

The dead girl.

Ashley found her family upstate.

She was underage.

Might have been 15
when Bobby hired her.

We're goin' to bury her,
Vincent.

Find her a boneyard...
buy her a stone.

- OK.
- You tell your brother-in-law this is his responsibility.

Bobby's paying out.
This is on him.

I'll do it.

You'll "do it," you'll tell him,
or you'll "do it," you'll pay?

I mean I'll cover it.

Why you?

I asked you a question.

Why you, Vincent?

I want to make sure
it gets done.

- I just feel bad.
- That's it?

- Nothing else to say?
- What, is this about the other night?

- Your photographer friend?
- I don't give a shit about Viv.

We both have rules we play by.

- This is Bobby.
- Bobby?

The man was drunk.
That's how he gets.

I'm goin' to sleep.

I've got a funeral to plan.

I saw something happen tonight.

What?

What was it?

You're not gonna tell me?

Heather You're a bad
boy, Prisoner Dickey.

All's I...

Why you gotta be so mean?

All's I want is more food.

Are you gonna say "please"?

You open up these bars, I will.

- It's still you.
- What's still me?

- You have another line.
- Say what?

You have another line.

OK, let's cut.

- Everyone back to one.
- It's OK. It's OK.

Hey, Larry, what's goin' on?

If you would quit
interrupting me, I'd get it.

You're throwing me
with that shit.

OK. The line is...

"Open this door... I'll show you
'please' and 'thank you.'"

Candy It's five sentences.

Five stupid sentences.

You want me to get this right,

why don't you give me
some shit that makes sense?

Mr. Brown, you are not the first guy
to say some dumb shit in a porn film.

Now stop slappin' the camera.

Woman
Can't say his fuckin' line.

Man They're not watching
it for the dialogue.

Candy, respectfully...

Larry, I'd like
to roll the camera.

Respectfully,
you read that shit?

People supposed to believe she
wanna fuck me behind that shit?

He's right. I've seen
some pretty bad scripts,

but this one is like a junior
high school kid wrote it.

A junior high school kid
who takes the special bus.

Just sayin'.

All right, give me ten minutes,

I'm gonna try and tweak it.

While you're at it,
can you change my name?

Stop!

"Prisoner Dickey." Please.

You're welcome.

"The Life of a Pimp."

"Life and Times."

It's like he's looking for
a way to piss everybody off.

"The money's good, just shut the
fuck up and get paid, right?"

I just wish that
you could rep me.

And he could still get paid,

but you could just do
everything the right way.

That sorta leaves me short.

Yeah.

Or there's this. You keep C.C.
as your manager,

I find you work, we split
the fees on that work,

but only on the gigs
I bring you.

- So you each take half of 15.
- On one condition.

On those jobs, I come with you.

He stays the fuck
away from the film set.

Kiddo, when he had you tricking,
did he need to be in the room?

Different business, same setup.

You want me to tell him?

You gonna tell him?

- I think... Wait, where...
- How's it goin'?

- "I bet you are."
- Still shit. There's no saving this storyline.

- "Why are you being so bad?"
- "'Cause I haven't been fed."

- Candy.
- Yep?

Don't make it a thing,

but I don't think Larry can
actually read very well.

I mean, I go over his lines
with him the night before,

so even if y'all make it better,

I don't think he could just change
what he's saying on the fly.

Larry We gonna shoot soon?

I'm losin' my juice!

OK.

OK, everybody,
let's get ready to shoot.

Everyone back to one,
we are back in.

Hey, Heather. Let's talk.

Man Least we'll get to the
fuckin' before midnight.

Larry,

come here.

What is this scene about?

I mean, we all know
where it's headed, right?

So you just get there

however the fuck you want.

- Improv?
- Yeah!

Candy, no. No.

Come on. Let's start at the top.

Same places.

Look, hold this.

All you gotta know

is that you fuckin' hate him...

and he's hot.

And Larry...

you've been in here a long time.

You are lonely, you are horny.

You know what to fuckin' do.

Just say
whatever you need to say

to get here in this door
and get her clothes off.

All right, everyone,
let's do it.

Brace yourself.

What?

Count 'em yourself, you want.

Why don't you give me 15 for it?

Twelve-five is what I have.

And I gave you the keys.

You want it, you keep it,
Frankie.

Mr. Frankie. Done.

Hey. Looks good as new.

Thank you.

You have a good life, Alma!

Almunda.

That's what I said.

Larry Brown
Three months I've been here.

Hungry, thirsty, alone...

Um... you've already had enough
to eat, though. You bad boy.

"Boy"?

"Boy"?

Why you gotta be so cold?

Just 'cause a man
steals a car...

and robs a liquor store,

and pistol-whipped
two cracker cops

who show up in the parking lot
at the wrong time...

don't mean
I don't have any needs.

I'm still a human being you got
locked up in here, ain't I?

How 'bout you show a human...
some heart?

If it's a heart you have.

Aw, shit. That's the man I know.

So, we good to fuck now?

Cop Some people
learn the hard way.

Cop on P.A. Sector Three, remove
your unit from the sidewalk.

Repeat, Sector Three,

the unit must be moved
immediately.

That doesn't look friendly.

McDonagh sent you to me,
and you just left.

What should I tell him?

Tell him you're bullshit.

What bullshit?

We're gonna raid these parlors...
All that we can hit.

Yeah? Is that what you think?

Because I think
you're gonna hit nothin'...

Just a few empty,
cum-stained shitholes.

- That's what I think.
- Why?

Because half the shitbags
you had in that room,

they had the word out
on the street

even before you could drive home
to wherever you mow a lawn.

This is The Deuce.

If it were as easy as you think it is,
it wouldn't be here in the first place.

I'd let you waste more
of my time, but hey,

I caught a homicide last
night, so excuse me.

Cop Only books you can
read had to be smut.

The smut kind.

Grave Digger
There you go, ma'am.

Maybe we shoulda gotten
someone to say a few words.

She's Catholic, right? I mean...

No idea.

Don't forget to throw
a stone on there.

I heard ya.

We're going to try to brokerage
numbers for working girls.

We can change things.

I'm going for a kind
of quiet glamour. Old Hollywood.

Larry's an actor now?

How involved in this thing
are you gonna get?

Just gettin' started.

I just want
some reliable information.

You best tread light.

The hero is the heroine.

She could turn the tables
anytime she wants.

And when she does...

That wolf is dead meat.