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OFFICER:
We're gonna raid these parlors.

CHRIS ALSTON: This is the deuce.
They had the word out
on the street

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

RUDY PIPILO:
You should warn Paul.

If they wanna come at us,
they might go after our people.

PAUL HENDRICKSON:
Just let me know the risk

of having anything
out here on my own.

CANDY MERRELL:
This is about the hunger,

and terror and the risk.

What big ideas you have.

-♪ (FUNK MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

CANDY: All right everyone,
let's do it.

LORI: I just wish
that you could rep me.

You wanna tell him?

(GASPS)

♪ (MUSIC ENDS) ♪

( rhythmic panting )

( grunting )

Tell you what,

you free from acting
today, right?

Mm-hmm.

Let's you and I
go get somethin' to eat.

But not Leon's.

I'm thinking something
more upscale, maybe...

maybe the Greek's.

OK.

All right, then.

Can't look good on camera
if you're all scrawny.

( slaps buttocks )

Speaking of which,
that female agent came
to chat to me.

Who? Kiki Raines?

Hooo! ( laughs,
snaps fingers )

I tell ya, that bitch
got a nose for cash on her.

One sniff of what
we got goin' on,
and she wants in.

What does that mean?

It means she knows
she can't poach you,

so she's willing to take
what she can get.

I'm almost sorry for her.

- Why? What did she say?
- You and I proceed as is,

but when she brings in a job,
she takes half her usual fee.

I said I'd run it by you,
but now I'm thinkin',
fuck it, let's do it.

Let her tag along,
as long as there's
money to be made.

I met her once with Shana,

and she seemed
all right to me.

Did she?

Mm-hmm.

I'll get dressed so we can go.
I'm getting--

This is one thing
I'm having a hard time with.

She says she finds us a gig,

I can't come to set
with you no more.

Seems that's how she do.
You know?

Clients go do their thing...

reps keep their distance.

Hmm. Really?

And she wouldn't make
an exception?

Nah. I mean,
I'll put up with it

for the here-and-there shoots,

but I'm more concerned
about you.

You think you'd be all right
on your lonesome?

If you're all right with it,
I think I could manage.

I mean,
it wouldn't be all the time.

When I used to do street work,
I did it alone,

so I guess it'd be
sorta like that,
ya know?

Different business, same setup.

Hmm.

- You think I'm a fool?
- What?

The two of you think
you can play me?

- Hmm?
- I don't know what you're ta--

Okey-doke me?
Like some fuckin' chump?!

- Oh!
- She wants half?

( screams, cries )

Well, she can have
the half that's bleeding.

( sobbing )

( siren wailing
in distance )

♪ See her picture
in a thousand places ♪

♪ 'Cause she's
this year's girl ♪

♪ You think you all own ♪

♪ Little pieces
of this year's girl ♪

♪ Forget your fancy manners ♪

♪ Forget your English grammar ♪

♪ 'Cause you don't
really give a damn ♪

♪ About this year's girl ♪

♪ Ahh-ee-ahh ♪

♪ Still you're hopin'
that she's well-spoken ♪

♪ 'Cause she's
this year's girl ♪

♪ You want her broken
with her mouth wide open ♪

♪ 'Cause she's
this year's girl ♪

♪ Those disco synthesizers ♪

♪ Those daily tranquilizers ♪

♪ Those body-building prizes ♪

♪ Those bedroom alibis ♪

♪ All this ♪

♪ But no surprises ♪

♪ For this year's girl ♪

♪ All this ♪

♪ But no surprises ♪

♪ For this year's girl ♪

♪ Hey!

♪ Ahh-ee-ahh ♪

Smokey:
Why do you go to the line
every Friday?

I have to hear
this shit again?

Yeah. Why do you go
to the line every Friday?

Well...

Because the finance man
is gonna be at your house
on Saturday, right?

Shit, yeah.

And that's exactly
what the company wants.

To keep you on the line.
They'll do anything to
keep you on their line.

They pit the lifers
against the new boys,

the old against the young,
the black against the white,

everybody, to keep us
in our place.

I mean,
can't you understand that?

Paul:
So what are we supposed to do,
just not have a dance floor?

I'm saying you just
install a normal floor,

like what I wanted
in the first place.

Oh, normal. I'm not
going for normal.

Normal isn't why I had
striped blackwood tiles

flown in from
fucking Tanzania!

Might have been helpful
to know they would

shrink and crack
in this climate

before you blew
the whole budget.

Look, Paul,
I get the vision,
I do--

I thought we weren't
gonna talk about this tonight.

( audience applauding )

- So how'd you do last night?
- Are you kidding me?

- Yeah.
- Are you fucking kidding me?

- Yeah.
- Are you pulling my leg?

- So?
- So tits out to here, so.

- Twenty, a couple years old.
- You gotta be foolin'.

- Nope.
- You devil.

- You think
she hadn't been around?
- Yeah.

What?

Nothin'.

Always with the long face.

It's only money, Bobby.

It should buy me somethin',
at least.

You tipped me to a raid
that never happened.

I shut down the parlors
for days, waitin',

no one ever came.

I lost a ton of dough.

The fuck do you want outta me?

I heard the raids were a go,
and then they weren't.

You complaining ' because
we didn't kick in your door?

I just want some
reliable information, is all.

Fuck you, buy me a drink.

And not the piss
you pour into that bottle
for the suit-and-tie johns.

Real J.W. Black.

( doo-wop playing
over stereo )

That's why they're called
"life experience" credits.

But if your final journal
is riddled with errors,

misspellings, poor usage--

sorry, Charlie,
it's a do-over.

Now, please note
you'll be handing in pages
every week for review.

Typewriters are available
for you on the first floor.

They need to be...

You came!
I can't believe it.

I thought you'd be too occupied
with the new place.

I've been meaning
to stop by the bar.

No, you've been busy
with rehearsals, obviously.

I mean, listen,
you were great.

- Incredible, really. Yeah.
- Yeah?

Not bad for an understudy,
right?

I don't know
how you do it.

It won't be for long.
We close next week.

- Sucks.
- Yeah, just my luck.

Look at this.

You're a star.

"I'm ready for my close-up,
Mr. DeMille."

( chuckling )

All right,
put your clothes on,

let's go consume
some alcohol.

- OK.
- Hey.

Larry Brown:
"'Cause the finance man's
gonna be at your house

on Saturday, right? And that's
exactly what the company wants.

To be on their line.

Everybody stay on their line.

They pit the lifers
against the new boys,

the old against the young,

the black against the white.

Everybody put us in our place.

I mean... can't you
understand that?"

I mean...

can't you understand that?

Can't you understand that, jack?

No, he ain't say "jack."

I mean, can't you
understand that?

( chatter, car horns honk )

( drawers clatter )

Irene:
These clean?

- Yeah, I can do that.
- Nah, I got it.

OK.

What about these?

You need these?

Nah.

So... you feel OK?

Feel good?

I feel like shit.

Yeah, no, of c--

of course.

I mean,
do you feel ready?

Sure.

Let's book this dump.

I'm jonesin'
for White Castle.

L.A...
L.A...

Dead. Left the business. L.A.

Junkie. Bitch.

Jenny Cole's cute.

She's got some of that
innocence you're looking for.

No, I don't know.

Serena would be
fuckin' perfect.

Her rate is
really high now.

Yeah.

- Carol Connors.
- L.A.

Lori Madison.
She's on her way up.

- Yeah, I thought about Lori.
- But?

No, she's in the running.
Definitely.

Look, I know
you want big stars,

but they can
be a headache,
and expensive.

You're already saddled
with Lance Minx,
god love you.

Yeah, I think
I can handle him.

How about John Seeman

- for the Wolf?
- Would you fuckin' stop?

I need a real actor
in that role.

- Hmmm.
- So, what do you think?

Ten percent of my budget
for salaries?

More if you want stars.

Lance alone is gonna run you
300 a day, easy.

Fuck, Kiki, I just
want it to be good.

Stars, no stars,
I just want it to be right.

All eyes are gonna be on this.

Who knows?
We could even cross over.

- ( laughs )
- No, we fuckin' could!

We do an R-rated version,

play drive-ins,

so it has got... to pop.

- I hear you.
- All right.

Let's go through
and pick our top three.

OK...

Flanagan:
Look, I'm sorry, I just--

Can you keep your voice down,
please?

Anita:
I'm not yelling.
You're the one making a scene.

All right, calm down...

So I need an answer
about the clinic.

Can we use the 366,
or what?

Yeah. Why can't we do it
in the Hi-Hat?

Because I'm open for business
when they need the space.

And what's gonna
go down again?

I told you.

Check-ups, vaccinations,

birth control-- basic stuff.

How many people?

A hundred, maybe.

- Oof.
- I mean,

over the course of the day.

Why can't they go
to a regular doctor?

Just askin'.

Some of these doctors
sexually abuse the women.

It's true.

Field clinics are safer.

Yeah, whatever you need.

Just, uh, how involved
in this thing you gonna get?

Yes or no?

Yeah, you don't
get blood anywhere,

you're out by 10:00 or 11:00,
I don't give a fuck.

- Thank you.
- Anita: I've gotta go.

You can't just run away

every time things get hot.

Look who's
fucking talking.

All you do is run.

I'm not running!

Irene:
All right, here is good.

Rodney home?

( exhales ) Unh.

Cabbie: Thanks.

- Which floor?
- Third.

You're not goin' in there.

I live there.

It's gonna
suck you right back.

You're gonna be
on that shit again
in ten minutes.

- Nah.
- It's no good.

I can feel it.

Look, Shay,
just stay with me.

I want you
to stay with me.

Uh--

Driver, keep goin'.

Where to?

What do you think?

I think it's clever.

But isn't it kind of...

- all about the Wolf?
- Yes.

He's got all the best lines.

He's got most of the lines.

Right? All Little Red
Riding Hood does is...

get chased, suck dick,
and have orgasms.

I think he missed
the whole point,

which is that in this,

the hero
is the fuckin' heroine.

Yeah. Yeah.

Red is a powerful creature.

She's gotta be
as dangerous as anyone else

in that fuckin' forest.

Yeah.

And then she's gotta realize

that she could turn the tables
anytime she wants.

- And when she does...
- That wolf is dead meat.

Let me warm those up
for you ladies.

Nah.

Candy:
You think
you could do better?

Yeah, actually, I do.

And do you understand
the feeling I'm going for?

Like an erotic
"Taxi Driver" vibe?

Mmm.

Yes.

OK, here's the bad news.

Right now

I don't have dime one
to pay another writer.

You were gonna pay me?

( door opens )

Surprise.

Got somethin' for you.

- In a minute, OK?
- No, now.

You'll like this.
Come on, close your eyes.

C.C., I really
have to get ready.

Come on.

Close your eyes.

Keep 'em closed.

OK...

...open.

Wow.

They're... big.

That ain't all.
Come here.

Look in there.

- What the hell?
- Just look.

What?

( laughing )
Pure breed.

From the Upper East Side,
some French place.

- C.C. I--
- Yo, check that collar.

- It's wet. It peed.
- Well, you gotta train it.

- I can't train a dog, C.C.
- ( dog whimpers )

I mean, I've never had one.
I don't know how.

Well... I thought
you loved dogs.

They're... OK.

- I can take it back.
- No. It's-- I've got him.

Anyway, it's yours.

Do what you want with it.

( music playing on radio )

You'll be more comfortable
when we open it up.

It's a Castro, so...

Uh...

Is this OK? I--

I don't wanna--
I thought you--

No, it's fine.

You ever been
with a woman?

Not for fun.

I mean, sometimes
for work, but...

I'm into it.

You sure?

It's fine.

It's good.

I mean, you're a little
like a guy, anyway.

Except you got boobs... kinda.

And no dick.

That's a relief.

Really.

Dicks are assholes.

I'm so sick of dicks.

If I never see another dick
for the rest of my life,

I swear...

You don't have to.

I could take care of stuff
for a while.

You could just veg...
till you're ready.

And then you can
get another job, maybe,

another type of work,
you know?

Like what?

Whatever you want.
It could be anything.

Yo, I saw on the news
they even got woman
astronauts now.

So I should
become an astronaut?

That's not what I mean.

I'm just-- I'm...

talkin' out loud.

Thinkin'.

You're thinkin' out loud.

Radio DJ:
...102, and that was
a little taste of Blondie...

Come here.

...with
"Bermuda Triangle Blues"

off their album
Plastic Letters.

And before that,
we heard The Clash,
with "Janie Jones."

102, Megan Shelley is me,
P.I.X. is us...

Now, the entrance is
all the way on this side,

so we won't be disturbing
that building at all.

- But you have the side door.
- It's a fire exit only.

- I'm still stuck at go.
- OK.

You're abutting a wide
residential zone here.

- A nightclub isn't really--
- It's more of a lounge.

There's liquor,
music, dancing.

We know where this goes,
especially with this...
clientele.

It's the wrong place for it.

There are plenty of other
bars and restaurants around.

- Not nightclubs.
- OK, I think I threw everyone
with that word.

I'm going for a kind
of quiet glamour, ya know?

Old Hollywood.
Screwball comedy feel.

You expect Carole Lombard
to come wafting in any minute.

- I have a question.
- We're gonna open the floor
for questions in a few.

My sister lives across
from one of these type bars
on 10th Street.

- It's not a bar.
- There's too many bars, period.

And every time
a store closes,
it becomes a bar.

May I speak?

They walk around, no shirt,

grab each other
right in the open.

- It's everywhere now.
- Let me stop you right there.

We're all thinking it.
Someone has to say it.

That's enough... Mary.

I think she's right.
I think everyone
is thinking it.

- But I don't know
how to approach--
- Let me butt in here.

This is taking
a strange turn.

- Paul: Thank you.
- I'm gay, OK?

I'm a homosexual.

Are there other homosexuals
on this committee?

OK, so that's two.

And there are more
on the full board, trust me.

So this is not an issue
as far as I'm concerned.

- OK.
- Can we proceed?

For the record,
if you're implying
that my comments were--

I'm not implying anything.
I have ears.

And I have been living
as a gay man in this city

for the last 20 years, OK?

I've heard it all
about 800,000 times.

- My concerns
are purely practical.
- Fine.

Then we agree.

Shall we get back to it?

Tell us again
your target opening date?

( chuckles ) Um...

So I get the vaccinations,
the birth control...

( laughs ) I don't know
about all that. I could
probably handle food.

Can you get sandwiches or...

Yeah, I can do that.

Candy:
Hey, Abby.

Hey.

What's it gonna be, Candy?

Abby.

All your friends,

with their music
and their films

and their gallery shows,

where do they come up
with the money?

( laughs )
Most of them get it
from their parents.

Vincent:
Strapped, Candy?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm short
on my movie money.

I got about half
of what I need. Maybe.

So what do you say, Vince?

- What?
- You want in?

- ( laughs )
- Come on!

It's no more risk than investing
in a fuckin' restaurant.

The bar business
is enough of a gamble for me.

You sure?

I will take
a Myer's and tonic.

You got it.

I hate to say it,
but you do know

that Frankie sold
his dry cleaning store,
right?

Frankie had
a dry cleaning store?

Won it in a card game,

then sold it back
to the original owner.

So he's flush for once.

At least he was.

- Do you know where he is?
- Got his haunts,

- but I can't guarantee
he'll be at any of 'em.
- I know Christina.

- No, no, no.
- I'm gonna call her.

It won't do you any good.
She's lookin' for Frankie, too.

- Look here. Write this down.
- Yeah.

First place I'd check
is the card game

- Thanks.
- on 49th between 8th and 9th.

- Between 8th and 9th.
- If he's not there,
any of the theaters...

Renton:
I thought maybe
you didn't like me.

Darlene:
Like you?
I don't even know you.

Ah ha! That was
going to be my defense.

Your defense?
You're not on trial.

We are all on trial,
baby.

That sounds like something
from our reading list.

OK, you got me.

So, what are you
in for, Donna?

Job certification?
Union upgrade?

Uh, like, communications,
maybe?

I'm not sure. Are you?

Well, the long goal:
registered nurse.

- OK.
- So I'm working
on my A.D.N. now,

and hopefully start
on the B.S.N.
by next spring.

- Wow, you have a whole plan.
- Yes, that is how it's done.

And speaking of plans...

you and me, tomorrow night.

Renton, you seem really nice,

and we can help each other
in class or what have you,

but I have a man,
so it can't be like that.

Say no more.
I never pressure a lady.

Doesn't anyone
want to take our order?

Hello?

( grunting, panting )

That's right, baby.

That's it!

- Unh!
- Ohh! Ohh!

( panting )
Yeah.

( grunts )

Yeah!

( both panting )

Mmm.

- Mmm.
- ( laughs softly )

Now that you're all relaxed,

you wanna know about
that thing?

Talk about it.

Apollo 12 Lounge,
it's just a house?

Gaming, poker,
sometimes craps,
and a bar.

Maybe a few girls.

- Anyone else?
- Straight family.

Miss Cookie, her boyfriend,
and her son.

Round-the-way hustlers,
gang boys, dope men,

macks, chop-shoppers,
a few fences.

They all makin' money out there,
but they don't like

to leave the neighborhood
to spend it.

Mm-hmm. And the pot?

Depends who's there.
( chuckles )

Could be 20...
40 G's on the table.

- Cash money.
- Guns?

No guns. Cookie's Uncle Morris
checks everybody at the door.

That's why you need me
to bring in your hardware,

stash it for you
in the coat check.

( spits )
Uncle Morris got a gun?

A machete.

And you don't want to see him
swing that thing.

- Oh, yeah. Fuck a machete.
- ( both laugh )

Come on, baby.
Stop by and check it out.

All bad actors, huh?

Don't worry, stud.

All you'll be eating
is cannibals.

( chuckles )

Man:
I got something for you.

Been working on this
all weekend....

Koufax...

...goes into his motion,

it's... right down the alley.

Tony Kubek goes down swinging.

( imitates crowd noise )

Havin' your second childhood?

- What do you mean?
- I'm just messin' with ya.

You heard about the movie
I'm makin', right?

- The Big Bad Wolf.
- Yeah.

I'm havin' some
fuckin' money troubles.

Yeah, welcome to my world.

That's not what I heard.

Oh, yeah?
What'd you hear?

How much you make
sellin' that dry cleaners?

Depends who's askin'.

Yeah, I sold it
for twelve and a half G's.

Down to ten,
as of this morning.

- I got a proposition for you.
- Hmm?

How'd you like to be
a movie producer?

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

- What's a producer do?
- Nothin' much.

No, he invests in a movie,

kicks back till it opens,

gets to see
his name in lights.

Uh-huh.

And maybe hits the jackpot,

maybe loses his shirt.

A gambler gambles.

That's what he does, right?

That ten K down from
twelve and half this morning,

how long do you think
it'd take you to blow
through all that?

Well, you never know.

( laughing )

You remember the last time
you lost that much cash?

Which last time?

- That's what I'm sayin'.
- Uh-huh.

Come in with me.
Come on.

Be my co-producer.
Even if you lose it all,

this will be the one blown bet
you'll be tellin' stories about

for the rest of
your fuckin' life.

Co-producer.

You said I was gonna be
a producer.

We're gonna be partners.
That makes me
a co-producer, too.

Yeah, what the hell.

Sure.

Shake.

- ( laughs )
- You got it on you?

- Wow, you're pushy.
- ( laughs ) Yeah.

Lookin' out for
our fuckin' movie.

All right.

- I'm comin' to get it.
- All right, partner.

We all agree raids are worthless
without the element of surprise.

"Surprise" and "raid"
are two words

that never go together
in this zone.

And once these clap factories
get that heads-up,

all they need to know
is how many cops
are coming through the door

so they can leave out
enough liquor to cover the crew.

That's why I canceled
the first operation.

Now, I want you
on this new one.

This raid is vice-related,
correct?

Right. The parlor people
will be charged with promotion
of prostitution

and violations
of liquor laws.

But I want you
taking the door.

Vice will be on the scene,
but you're the lead.

You really think
something positive
will come from more raids?

We'll see.

I plan on announcing them
at the very last moment.

What do you say?

I'll do it...
as long as my boss agrees.

Deputy Inspector?

So ordered.

One more thing, Detective.

Our friend Gene Goldman
was a little ticked off

when I canceled the raids
the first time.

But he stood down
when I convinced him
we were about to be compromised.

I'd like to show him
I appreciate his cooperation.

Throw Goldman a bone
and keep him in the loop.

I got, like, an infection.
How much it cost
for some pills?

We just gotta
get you looked at,
but everything's free.

I didn't believe it
myself.

Shit.

Penicillin.
Make sure to take them all.

This is the first time
I got medicine and didn't
have to blow the doctor.

Could I also get
some cough syrup
for my daughter?

I'm sorry, I'm a little
uncomfortable with that.

Goes great with
a shot of vodka.

I'm givin' away
free ones.

You think you're joking,
but I had a client once,
he wanted--

I don't need to hear.

You really don't.

Satisfied?

I'm just gettin' started.

Next we're gonna try
to broker the terms

between the working girls
and the residents

over at that complex
on the West Side.

- Slow down, will ya?
- I don't wanna.

( siren wails in distance )

For such a fashionable guy,

I thought you'd have
better decorating sense.

I'm not trying
to advertise my presence.

The locals aren't big fans
of change.

What brings you here?

I'm about to head up
a raid on the parlors.

Thought you'd like to know.

That's uncharacteristically
forthcoming of you, Detective.

You keep telling me
about your plans.

Maybe you'd like to observe
an actual police operation.

See what we do.

They're not gonna be
expecting us this time.

It's on...

but I'm gonna need you
to leave it to me.

Can I at least
make one suggestion?

I could call a couple
of people I know in the press.

People I trust.

They could be there, too.

That is, as long as
it's all right with you.

Only if you call 'em
an hour before
we kick the doors in.

No sooner.
I don't want any leaks.

Agreed.

Big Mike:
There's a quote-unquote
"gentlemen's club"

- up in the Bronx.
- Whereabouts?

Corner of Broke-Ass
and Strung Out.

- ( laughs )
- Where exactly?

Barretto off of Spofford.
They run a fat game.

I wanna hit it.

- Who you bringin'?
- Just Frankie.

Frankie?

A black Frankie, man.

You wanna rob some titsuns,
that's on you.

- Why am I here?
- I just wanna make sure

that the target
isn't somebody you know.

- If it's on Barretto, no.
- I figured.

But I didn't want to
step on anybody's toes.

That's good you asked.

Anything I can do to help?

Yeah, actually
I need a wheel.

Can you loan me Carlos?

- That buys me a slice.
- Of course.

- After the score, pay Tommy.
- You got it.

( woman laughing )

Is that $3
for the bananas?

( Cop #1 whispers )
Take your positions.

Move. Let's go.

( jazz music playing )

- Alston: Police!
- Haddix: Don't move.

- Cop #2: I got the left.
- What the fuck is this?

- Bernice: Police here!
- Nobody told us.

Jesus Christ. You gotta be
fuckin' kidding me.

Reporter #1:
Here they come, here they come.
Here's one right now. Miss!

Reporter #1:
Miss, is there
anything you want to say?

Reporter #2:
Tell me
what your charges are!

- ( reporters clamoring )
- Get back, everybody. Get back!

( clamoring continues )

Reporter #3:
Do you want your wife
or daughter working here?

Reporter #1:
Miss, do you have
anything to say?

You wanna drink
something?

No, I'm OK, thank you.

- No?
- Unh-unh.

Come sit.

So, um, I want
to talk to you
about this part.

Uh, yeah, Kiki said
you wanted me to play
Little Red.

- It's the lead, right?
- Well, I wanna talk
to you about it.

- Maybe read
a couple of scenes.
- Like an audition.

Yeah.

Also, we start pretty soon.

( grunts )

I heal really fast,
and, um...

with some makeup,
in a few days or maybe a week

- it'll be fine.
- OK.

I just don't understand
the audition part,

'cause you've already seen me
in plenty of movies.

Yeah, like we do.

But this one...

I actually give a shit
about this one.

You live here alone?

Yeah.

It's nice.

Hey.

Was that C.C.?

Mm-hmm.

So, you need
a different plan,

don't you think?

Can I use your bathroom
for a minute?

Yeah, sure.
It's right there.

You know what,
it's easy for you
to say shit like that.

You don't have somebody
breathing down your back.

You have your own money.
You can just come and go
however you please.

You think somebody
handed me this?

This is the life I chose.
You chose something different.

You think it's a choice?
Yeah?

OK, what am I supposed
to do now?

Just say, "Oh, hey, C.C.,

sorry, I changed my mind.
Catch ya later."

What the fuck
kind of advice is that?!

Do you have any fucking idea
what the fucking reality
of this is?

Everything I do,
everywhere I go,

every penny I spend,
everything, belongs to him.

He is on me.
He is in my head.

He knows everything.

What I wear,
where I sleep,
who I fuck.

There is nothing about me
that belongs to me.

It all belongs to him.

( crying )

( sniffles )
I'm sorry.

Hey, it's OK.
I'll get you a drink.

I could use one, too.

( cabinet doors open, close,
glasses clink )

Why are you looking at me
like that?

What do you mean?

Wha--

Shit, Lori,

for a second there
you sounded like a...

in-over-her-head kid
traipsing through the woods,

with a bad-ass wolf
hot on her tail.

I wasn't acting.

Yeah, no one's that good.

Well, no one
we work with, anyway.

Larry:
And you didn't mention me?

Darlene:
She's aware

of who you are, Larry.

- Candy knows how good I am.
- Everybody does.

They do?

Hustler:
Check it out, check it out.

Well, all right.

Then why didn't she ask me
to be in her movie?

- Why don't you ask her?
- No, no, no.

Larry Brown don't beg.

Go on ahead,
so you're not late
for your regular.

I gotta say,

as hard as I've been workin'
in the films,

I'm getting tired
of having to trick, too.

I'm barely making my nut
as it is, you know?

We got a family
to maintain.

So go.

All right, babe?

Hustler:
Fresh-made IDs,
everybody, anybody,

who wants 'em?

Switchblades,
butterfly knives...

( door opens )

Frankie: Hey.

Anyone home?

Where the fuck were you
the last couple of days?

At the track, movies...

You knew when you met me.
I'm free. Like the wind.

I'm not living like this
anymore, Frankie,

I told ya
a thousand times.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I brought pizza.

What kind?

What kind ya think?

Mushrooms and anchovy?

( laughs )

When it comes to you,

I got a mind like a trap.

Huh? Come on.

Dig in.

So... guess who's
in the film business?

Me.

Oh, yeah? Doin' what?

I'm a co-producer
on Candy's movie.

I bought in
for next to nothin'.

What's a co-producer do?

A little bit of everything.

Look, it's my money, so...
I'm in charge.

You think there's
a part for me?

Of course.

I have to audition though,
right?

Hmm... Hmm...

( laughs )
You just passed.

Congratulations.

( laughing )

Ahh...
mm-hmm!

- ( moaning )
- What do you think, Darlene?

- What the fuck?
- It's closed circuit.

- I called down to the desk
and ordered it up.
- No. No.

I thought
you'd be pleased. I--

I had this wild idea
that we could get in bed

and, you know,
fuck while we watch you fuck.

You need to get that idea
out your head.

So I'm gonna tell you
how it's gonna go.

I'm gonna ride you
with my back to the TV set,

I don't wanna see the movie,
and I don't want to hear it,
either.

Anything else?

Yeah, as a matter of fact.

Two of me in this room
is like havin' me twice.

So it's gonna cost you double.

Give it here.

What?

( dog barking )

( chatter, laughter )

( chatter continues )

- Man #1: Gonna raise you 300.
- Man #2: 300, that's it?

You gotta bring
more money than that.

- Scared money
don't make no money.
- I heard that before.

Uh-huh. I'ma say it again.
I'ma say it again.

( chatter continues )

TV Newscaster:
Well, Chris, the NYPD

really made a dent
in Sin City today,

raiding five massage parlors
just a stone's throw

from the Theater District
and Restaurant Row

and arresting
over 20 individuals,

including women suspected
of being prostitutes

and their managers.

( reporters clamoring )

Reporter:
Let the girls
make a statement. Please!

You're not gonna use that.

Talkin' a lot of shit
for a man with some heat
on him.

What you gonna do with this,
give a nigga tetanus?

- Stick it up your ass.
- Sit your ass down.

You two, get over here!

Get over here!

- The faggot in the coat room.
- Honey!

No! Please, no!

Please don't hurt me.

- Please. Don't hurt me.
- Let's go.

Big Mike:
All right, now,

y'all gonna
empty your pockets,

put both hands on the table,
palms up.

Naw. Fuck you motherfuckers.

I ain't doin' shit.

Mm-hmm.

( objects clatter on table )

Lemme see that.

"Omica" ain't no Omega.
Big difference,
my brother.

Big Mike:
Negro, can you not count?

I said two hands.

Come on! Come on,
come on, come on!

( dog barking )

- Let's go, Carlos.
- ( tires screech )

- ( horn honking )
- Man: Fuckin' shit!

Barker:
Pussy hounds,
come on back to...

You got demoted?
You the change girl now?

What's up, Rodney?

You here for a show?

Since when I gotta pay
to look at pussy?

Shit, I'm Hot Rod.
Pussy pay to look at me.

- What booth Shay at?
- Shay ain't here.

So where she at?

I ain't seen her.

I know her ass done by now.

Bitch need to hit these streets,

recoup back some
of that lost revenue.

I'm sure she's
lookin' forward to that.

This the comedy booth?

Drop a coin,
your silly ass
make a joke?

You see her,
tell her I'm lookin'.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

This some nasty shit.

You wanna wait
till I'm finished?

There's some good shit
in here, bro.

How much again?

Give or take, 40 G's.

( whistles )

That's very nice.

Did Carlos
hold up his end?

I had to send him home.
Drunk damn near killed us.

Frankie:
The fuck am I over here,
chopped liver?

You guys gonna tell me
what this is?

- We had an adventure.
- An adventure?

- Yeah.
- Vince, check this out.

Holy shit.
Somebody die?

- Almost.
- Well, I gotta say,

last night you stuck
to your plan, pulled
together and earned.

Which is my book
makes you a bona fide crew.

Don't forget
to pay your boss.

Yeah, whatever you did,
I don't want any part of that.

All right,
I'll take his cut.

OK, all right.

Just deal me in
next time, huh?

Vincent:
Tommy, be well.

Lock it up behind you,
Mike. I'm out.

Gotcha.

- Here's Rudy's cut, Mr. Longo.
- All right.

Listen, any of
you gentlemen
interested

in co-producing
a major motion picture?

I'll see if I can find
the Tenant's Council lady.

- We'll get started here.
- OK.

( woman shouting )

Hey, fellas.

( mocking )
"Hey, fellas."

We just came by to see
if we could help you out.

Uh-huh. ( sniffing )

What's that?
Hai Karate?

Ha! I'm a Brut man myself.

All right, guys,
here's the thing.

You upset the neighbors,
the neighbors call the cops,

the cops pick up your girls.
and round it goes.

You like it like that?
Fine.

You wanna change it,
make it better,

maybe we can
help you do that.

That's all.

What's your name,
sweet thing?

- Rodney: Uh-oh.
- Pimp: Oh, shit.

Abby.

Abby.

Baby, you talkin'
to Al Polite...

and Al Polite
knows what's right.

These streets is public.

Can't no one tell us shit.

Yeah, this what
what they do every day.

They hang out,
they smoke dope,

they put the girls
on the streets.

( overlapping chatter )

Let's just be realistic.

OK? How many people live here,
like a few hundred?

More like a thousand,
in all of these buildings.

- So that's pretty big.
- Ashley: We can do some
practical planning,

make agreements,
take shifts, even.

You have the park
from this hour
to this hour--

No, no, no,
we want them gone.

We want you gone, mommy.

Dave:
Doesn't work like that.

Abby:
We can figure out a way to--

Tell 'em, Dorothy.

Ashley:
We can, uh--

We can work this out.

Abby:
Help you negotiate.

I don't have the skin
for this kind of weather,

and I get sunstroke.

Not sunburnt, sunstroke.

Jocelyn:
You can wear
one of those visors.

Harvey:
You can put me in
a bathtub full of ice--

What happened
with the Mayor's Office?

Hmm? You get your permits?

Nope, they turned me down.

The film's context
and subtext

wasn't up to
their standards.

What did I tell you?
The city doesn't want

to be known for
its fuck flicks.

Is that an I-told-you-so?

You know what? Fuck them.

Fuck them
and their fuckin' permits.

I'm gonna shoot
wherever I want...

whenever I fuckin' want.

Harvey:
And get fined
or arrested.

You got bail money
included in this budget?

I got this, Harvey. I got it.

Worry about the budget
when you run out of money,
right?

That's a good plan.

Here's the bottom line, OK?

Your girls aren't doing
much business here
in the daytime anyway.

- So maybe this is more
of a nighttime spot.
- Anna: No, we don't want that.

Hold on. Dorothy,
tell 'em about that building
in the Mission,

the deal we helped broker.

Yeah, it actually--
it worked out good,

because what we did--

Excuse me.

What?
Hang on--

He don't want
your ass no more.

- You put out to pasture!
- Dave: Let's get back to it.

Julito:
Looks like she's going
back to it right now.

- My little runaway.
- Do you see me running now?

Shit. You just got here.

You were staring at me
over there like you wanted
to kill me.

Do you want to kill me, C.C.?
'Cause here I am.

Bitch, best tread light.

Maybe you got something
you want to say to me.
You got anything to say, C.C.?

You know, Ash, you're bold
with a crowd around you.

I got something
I want to say to you.

I want to say thank you.

Thank you.
Because all those years
livin' with you,

all the head-fuckin',
and the cuttin's,

and the beatin's that I took,
and I survived it?

That just all showed me
how strong I really was.

That just all led around
to me being who I am today,

which is your worst nightmare.

- Who you are, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Hmm. Nah.

- Nah, who you are...
- ( chuckles )

who you were
and who you'll always be

is my beggin'-for-love,
"I'll do anything you say,
C.C." bottom-dog bitch.

Damn, girl...

you was the easiest turnout
I ever had.

- Wanna know why?
- Hmm?

Because from day one
I had your number.

Hmm.

My worst nightmare?

Shit, Ash,
I could take you

in the back of my short
right the fuck now,

put your legs in the air,
no time at all have you

shoutin' my name
like you was in church, baby,

then send you out
in a hurricane
to make me my money.

Shit, girl...

people don't never change.

Don't you know that by now?

And all that nonsense
over there?

( scoffs )
Come on, Ash.

That's just you
playing pretend.

Mmm, you're right.

You're right.

'Cause the real me,

she just wants
to see you buried.

( snorts )

- Man #1: You seen the edger?
- Man #2: Over there.

( hammering )

Kenneth:
You're supposed to be
uptown with Cal

looking at drapes.

Paul:
Shit! I spaced it out.

What's goin' on with you?

I think I can win over
this crusty old board

if I trim operating hours
and fudge capacity.

What's our new max?
140? 150?

- 120. Tops.
- No--

And I had to blow
the fire department guy
to get that.

Kidding. Not really.

You're full of shit.
It was 130, even before
we added the alcove.

Why are you jinxing us?

Jinxing us.
Is that what I'm doing?

- Kenneth--
- I'm trying to keep us
from fucking ruin,

if you want to know,
and I'm doing my best.

- Really.
- But this is bullshit.

- You're running amok.
- I'm running amok?

- I'm trying to realize
our vision!
- You're ordering wood

from the African jungle,
crushed velvet sofas,
marble urinals...

This is not
the Vanderbilt mansion.

You need to come down
out of the fucking clouds!

Keep your voice down.

( sighs )
I'm sorry.

I gotta go see Cal.

We need to finish
this discussion, Paul.

Well, I can't.

( drill whirring )

Just fucking can't.

Bobby:
Where are the rest of the kids?

They ate earlier.

Patrick, drink your milk.

Daughter #1:
Stop! You're gonna break it!

- ( daughter #2 laughs )
- Over here!

Pass the yams.

- Daughter #1: Give it!
- Daughter #2: No!

I'm done.
Can I go watch TV?

Not tonight.

Go upstairs,
the both of ya.

Fine.

You motherfucker.

What? Like this was
a big goddamn secret
I was keepin' from ya?

You said as long as
I wasn't nailing the women
you could live with it.

- And you said
you were protected.
- I am.

That's why I'm here,
taking your shit,

instead of sitting in
a holding cell right now.

They made my bail right after
the arraignment this mornin'.

And in case you
were worried about me--

just in case-- I'm not
gonna do a day of time.

My lawyer's gettin' me
an A.C.D.

What the fuck is that?

An Adjournment...

in Contemplation of Dismissal,
or somethin'.

Means all I gotta do
is pay some fines.

Bobby, you were on
the fuckin' television!

- Yeah, I heard.
- You have children!

They have friends,
they have teachers.

How are they supposed
to show their faces tomorrow?

How am I supposed
to show my face?!

You don't have to!
You can fuckin' hide

in that silver fox stole
you bought yourself last week!

Daughter #1:
Mommy! She's taking my toy!

Sorry. I shouldn't
have said that.

You wouldn't believe the stress
I'm dealin' with.

( footsteps recede )

- ( daughters arguing )
- I'm goin' out!

( upstairs door slams )

Taxi Dispatcher:
Port Authority.
Got two for the Hilton.

Taxi Driver on Radio:
Bernie, I'll take
Port Authority.

Driver, take me
to West Street and 11th.

Driver:
You got it.

Damn, Loretta,
a baby lives here.

You should go outside
if you're gonna smoke.

What happened to you?

Better question?
Ask me what Larry
did about it.

The answer?
Not a fuckin' thing.

And if some john put a beating
on you instead of me,

you know he'd be all up
in that guy's shit
in a heartbeat.

Well, you need to
take that up with him.

This acting thing
with you two?

Taffy and me,
we're like ghosts around here.

What are you talkin' about?

Larry don't hardly
even fuck me anymore.

It's like living with
the Absent-Minded Professor.

Well, like I said,
that's between you and him.

So he's an actor now, huh?

Well, someone should
make him play a pimp.

- Hey, Cecil.
- Ooh, child, what you doin?

Ooh, you said what?

Ooh!

( chuckles )
I'll see you around.

Bye, baby.

Paul: Hey.

( men moaning, panting )

( grunting, moaning )

( men laughing )

( panting loudly )

Man:
Yeah, man, yeah.

Ohh. Right there.
Right there.

That's good. That's good.

( panting, grunting )

( gasps ) Ohh...

Seven and Seven.

Hello?

What's up her ass?

- Annette!
- Yeah?

- Seven and Seven.
- OK.

I get enough grief at home.

I don't need it here, too.

Here we go.

Hey.

I want him banned.

Why, because
of the TV thing?

He didn't deserve that.

He didn't deserve that?

The guy runs
a fucking whorehouse, Vince.

No. He's there to make sure
the girls are protected.

He doesn't cheat them,
he doesn't fuck them...

And what the fuck
is your involvement
in all this?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Some of those girls
come in here to drink.

And when they do,
they talk.

I know all about the envelopes
they're handing you every week.

What?! Those envelopes
aren't for me.

That's for
the building inspectors,

the health inspectors,

the contractors, the cops.

The envelopes I get from you
are no different from the ones
I get from Bobby.

- ( sighs )
- All that money,

that goes to grease
the same palms,

it goes into
the same pockets.

What are you saying, Vince?

Is this place
backed by the Mob?

I never said that.

I'm not even implying that,
all right?

Abby.

Abby, you like having
the run of this place?

You like being able to promote
your musician friends?

Your artists?

You like having time and money
to give to your causes?

Then this is how it is.

You cannot walk
ten feet in this city

without running into
some kind of toll booth.

But if you want me
to stop takin' envelopes
from Bobby,

fine.

I'd be happy to.

In fact, I would
love to stop.

I want him banned.

You own the Hi-Hat, fine.
Ban whoever you want.

But you don't own
the Hi-Hat. I do.

And Bobby's family.
I don't 86 family.

Eighty-six this.

"He goes or I go," right?

She serves fuckin' pimps
in here.

All of a sudden
I'm lower than a nigger pimp?
She's a fuckin' hypocrite.

Bobby,
I need a favor.

The balls on her.

I need you to stay away
for a few days

until it blows over.

And the balls on you
for askin' me that!

Two fuckin' hypocrites
in a pod!

I need peace in the kingdom.
For at least a few nights.

Bartender. Another.

You know what?
Drinks for everybody on me!

- Man: Salud!
- ( patrons cheer )

Hey.

( chatter )

Candy: OK.

All right, everyone,
let's settle.

Ready to get to your ones?

You ready?

All right.

- Let's roll camera.
- Man #1: Roll sound.

- Man #2: Sound speed.
- Rolling.

"Red Hot."

Scene one...

take one.

And action.

( music playing )

(ECHOED FOOTSTEPS)

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(WOLF HOWLING)

(MACHINE WINDING DOWN)

You got somethin' here.

♪ (FUNK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

So, all the envelopes
go to the mob?

I don't know how to get out.

We're negotiating
with the pimps.

Making the pimps
part of the conversation

is how we stop these arrests.

FRANKIE MARTINO:
The Deuce has got me learning
a lot about responsibility.

This is the new me, Vincent.

-No business like show business.
-(LAUGHS)

♪ (MUSIC CRESCENDOS) ♪