CHRIS ALSTON: This is the deuce.They had the word out on the street
even before you could drive hometo 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 anythingout 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 wishthat you could rep me.
You wanna tell him?
(GASPS)
♪ (MUSIC ENDS) ♪
( rhythmic panting )
( grunting )
Tell you what,
you free from actingtoday, right?
Mm-hmm.
Let's you and Igo get somethin' to eat.
But not Leon's.
I'm thinking somethingmore upscale, maybe...
maybe the Greek's.
OK.
All right, then.
Can't look good on cameraif you're all scrawny.
( slaps buttocks )
Speaking of which, that femaleagent came to chat to me.
Who? Kiki Raines?
Hooo! ( laughs,snaps fingers )
I tell ya, that bitchgot a nose for cash on her.
One sniff of what we gotgoin' on, and she wants in.
What does that mean?
It means she knowsshe can't poach you,
so she's willing to takewhat 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 nowI'm thinkin', fuck it, let's do it.
Let her tag along, as longas there's money to be made.
I met her once with Shana,
and she seemedall right to me.
Did she?
Mm-hmm.
I'll get dressed so we can go.I'm getting...
This is one thingI'm having a hard time with.
She says she finds us a gig,
I can't come to setwith 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 makean exception?
Nah. I mean,I'll put up with it
for the here-and-there shoots,
but I'm more concernedabout you.
You think you'd be all righton 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 sortalike that, ya know?
Different business, same setup.
Hmm.
- You think I'm a fool?- What?
The two of you thinkyou 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 havethe half that's bleeding.
( sobbing )
( siren wailingin distance )
♪ See her picturein a thousand places ♪
♪ 'Cause she'sthis year's girl ♪
♪ You think you all own ♪
♪ Little piecesof this year's girl ♪
♪ Forget your fancy manners ♪
♪ Forget your English grammar ♪
♪ 'Cause you don'treally give a damn ♪
♪ About this year's girl ♪
♪ Ahh-ee-ahh ♪
♪ Still you're hopin'that she's well-spoken ♪
♪ 'Cause she'sthis year's girl ♪
♪ You want her brokenwith her mouth wide open ♪
♪ 'Cause she'sthis 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 tothe line every Friday?
I have to hearthis shit again?
Yeah. Why do you goto the line every Friday?
Well...
Because the finance man is gonna beat your house on Saturday, right?
Shit, yeah.
And that's exactlywhat the company wants.
To keep you on the line. They'll doanything to keep you on their line.
They pit the lifersagainst the new boys,
the old against the young,the black against the white,
everybody, to keep usin our place.
I mean,can't you understand that?
Paul: So what are we supposed todo, just not have a dance floor?
I'm saying you justinstall a normal floor,
like what I wantedin the first place.
Oh, normal. I'm notgoing for normal.
Normal isn't why I hadstriped blackwood tiles
flown in fromfucking Tanzania!
Might have been helpfulto know they would
shrink and crackin this climate
before you blewthe whole budget.
Look, Paul, I getthe vision, I do...
I thought we weren'tgonna 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 raidthat never happened.
I shut down the parlorsfor 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 ' becausewe didn't kick in your door?
I just want somereliable information, is all.
Fuck you, buy me a drink.
And not the piss you pour into thatbottle for the suit-and-tie johns.
Real J.W. Black.
( doo-wop playingover stereo )
That's why they're called"life experience" credits.
But if your final journalis riddled with errors,
misspellings, poor usage...
sorry, Charlie,it's a do-over.
Now, please note you'll be handingin pages every week for review.
Typewriters are availablefor you on the first floor.
They need to be...
You came!I can't believe it.
I thought you'd be too occupiedwith the new place.
I've been meaningto stop by the bar.
No, you've been busywith rehearsals, obviously.
I mean, listen,you were great.
- Incredible, really. Yeah.- Yeah?
Not bad for an understudy,right?
I don't knowhow 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 consumesome alcohol.
- OK.- Hey.
Larry Brown: "'Cause the financeman's gonna be at your house
on Saturday, right? And that'sexactly what the company wants.
To be on their line.
Everybody stay on their line.
They pit the lifersagainst the new boys,
the old against the young,
the black against the white.
Everybody put us in our place.
I mean... can't youunderstand that?"
I mean... can't youunderstand that?
Can't you understand that, jack?
No, he ain't say "jack."
I mean, can't youunderstand 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 thatinnocence you're looking for.
No, I don't know.
Serena would befuckin' perfect.
Her rate isreally 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 knowyou want big stars,
but they can be aheadache, and expensive.
You're already saddled withLance Minx, god love you.
Yeah, I thinkI can handle him.
How about John Seeman
- for the Wolf?- Would you fuckin' stop?
I need a real actorin that role.
- Hmmm.- So, what do you think?
Ten percent of my budgetfor salaries?
More if you want stars.
Lance alone is gonna run you300 a day, easy.
Fuck, Kiki, I justwant 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-ratedversion, play drive-ins,
so it has got... to pop.
- I hear you.- All right.
Let's go throughand 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'rethe one making a scene.
All right, calm down...
So I need an answerabout the clinic.
Can we use the 366,or what?
Yeah. Why can't we do itin the Hi-Hat?
Because I'm open for businesswhen they need the space.
And what's gonnago 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 goto a regular doctor?
Just askin'.
Some of these doctorssexually abuse the women.
It's true.
Field clinics are safer.
Yeah, whatever you need.
Just, uh, how involvedin this thing you gonna get?
Yes or no?
Yeah, you don'tget 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'sfucking 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 gonnasuck you right back.
You're gonna be on thatshit again in ten minutes.
- Nah.- It's no good.
I can feel it.
Look, Shay,just stay with me.
I want youto 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 RedRiding Hood does is...
get chased, suck dick,and have orgasms.
I think he missedthe whole point,
which is that in this,
the herois the fuckin' heroine.
Yeah. Yeah.
Red is a powerful creature.
She's gotta beas dangerous as anyone else
in that fuckin' forest.
Yeah.
And then she's gotta realize
that she could turn the tablesanytime she wants.
- And when she does...- That wolf is dead meat.
Let me warm those upfor you ladies.
Nah.
Candy: You think youcould do better?
Yeah, actually, I do.
And do you understandthe 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 oneto 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 reallyhave 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 thoughtyou 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 comfortablewhen 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 beenwith a woman?
Not for fun.
I mean, sometimesfor work, but...
I'm into it.
You sure?
It's fine.
It's good.
I mean, you're a littlelike 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 dickfor the rest of my life,
I swear... You don't have to.
I could take care of stufffor a while.
You could just veg...till you're ready.
And then you canget another job, maybe,
another type of work,you know?
Like what?
Whatever you want.It could be anything.
Yo, I saw on the news theyeven got woman astronauts now.
So I shouldbecome 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 wasa little taste of Blondie...
Come here.
...with"Bermuda Triangle Blues"
off their albumPlastic Letters.
And before that, we heard TheClash, with "Janie Jones."
102, Megan Shelley is me,P.I.X. is us...
Now, the entrance isall the way on this side,
so we won't be disturbingthat 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 wideresidential 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 otherbars and restaurants around.
- Not nightclubs. - OK, I think Ithrew everyone with that word.
I'm going for a kindof quiet glamour, ya know?
Old Hollywood.Screwball comedy feel.
You expect Carole Lombardto come wafting in any minute.
- I have a question. - We're gonnaopen the floor for questions in a few.
My sister lives across from one ofthese type bars on 10th Street.
- It's not a bar.- There's too many bars, period.
And every time a storecloses, it becomes a bar.
May I speak?
They walk around, no shirt,
grab each otherright 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 thinkeveryone is thinking it.
- But I don't know how to approach...- Let me butt in here.
This is takinga strange turn.
- Paul: Thank you.- I'm gay, OK?
I'm a homosexual.
Are there other homosexualson this committee?
OK, so that's two.
And there are moreon the full board, trust me.
So this is not an issueas far as I'm concerned.
- OK.- Can we proceed?
For the record, if you'reimplying that my comments were...
I'm not implying anything.I have ears.
And I have been livingas a gay man in this city
for the last 20 years, OK?
I've heard it allabout 800,000 times.
- My concerns are purely practical.- Fine.
Then we agree.
Shall we get back to it?
Tell us againyour 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 musicand their films
and their gallery shows,
where do they come upwith the money?
( laughs ) Most of them getit from their parents.
Vincent:Strapped, Candy?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm shorton my movie money.
I got about halfof what I need. Maybe.
So what do you say, Vince?
- What?- You want in?
- ( laughs )- Come on!
It's no more risk than investingin a fuckin' restaurant.
The bar businessis enough of a gamble for me.
You sure?
I will takea Myer's and tonic.
You got it.
I hate to say it,but you do know
that Frankie sold his drycleaning store, right?
Frankie hada dry cleaning store?
Won it in a card game,
then sold it backto 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 beat 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 checkis 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 maybeyou didn't like me.
Darlene: Like you? Idon't even know you.
Ah ha! That wasgoing to be my defense.
Your defense?You're not on trial.
We are all on trial,baby.
That sounds like somethingfrom our reading list.
OK, you got me.
So, what are youin 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 otherin 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 anyonewant 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 aboutthat thing?
Talk about it.
Apollo 12 Lounge,it's just a house?
Gaming, poker, sometimescraps, 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 neighborhoodto 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 Morrischecks everybody at the door.
That's why you need meto bring in your hardware,
stash it for youin the coat check.
( spits )Uncle Morris got a gun?
A machete.
And you don't want to see himswing 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 eatingis cannibals.
( chuckles )
Man:I got something for you.
Been working on thisall 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 movieI'm makin', right?
- The Big Bad Wolf.- Yeah.
I'm havin' somefuckin' money troubles.
Yeah, welcome to my world.
That's not what I heard.
Oh, yeah?What'd you hear?
How much you makesellin' that dry cleaners?
Depends who's askin'.
Yeah, I sold itfor 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 bea 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 seehis 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 fromtwelve and half this morning,
how long do you think it'd takeyou to blow through all that?
Well, you never know.
( laughing )
You remember the last timeyou 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 betyou'll be tellin' stories about
for the rest ofyour fuckin' life.
Co-producer.
You said I was gonna bea producer.
We're gonna be partners. Thatmakes 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 forour fuckin' movie.
All right.
- I'm comin' to get it.- All right, partner.
We all agree raids are worthlesswithout the element of surprise.
"Surprise" and "raid"are two words
that never go togetherin this zone.
And once these clap factoriesget that heads-up,
all they need to know is how manycops are coming through the door
so they can leave outenough liquor to cover the crew.
That's why I canceledthe first operation.
Now, I want youon this new one.
This raid is vice-related,correct?
Right. The parlor people will becharged with promotion of prostitution
and violationsof liquor laws.
But I want youtaking the door.
Vice will be on the scene,but you're the lead.
You really think something positivewill come from more raids?
We'll see.
I plan on announcing themat 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 Goldmanwas a little ticked off
when I canceled the raidsthe first time.
But he stood down when I convincedhim we were about to be compromised.
I'd like to show himI appreciate his cooperation.
Throw Goldman a boneand keep him in the loop.
I got, like, an infection. Howmuch it cost for some pills?
We just gotta get you lookedat, but everything's free.
I didn't believe itmyself.
Shit.
Penicillin.Make sure to take them all.
This is the first time I got medicineand didn't have to blow the doctor.
Could I also get some coughsyrup for my daughter?
I'm sorry, I'm a littleuncomfortable with that.
Goes great witha shot of vodka.
I'm givin' awayfree ones.
You think you're joking, but Ihad 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 tryto broker the terms
between the working girlsand the residents
over at that complexon the West Side.
- Slow down, will ya?- I don't wanna.
( siren wails in distance )
For such a fashionable guy,
I thought you'd havebetter decorating sense.
I'm not tryingto advertise my presence.
The locals aren't big fansof change.
What brings you here?
I'm about to head upa raid on the parlors.
Thought you'd like to know.
That's uncharacteristicallyforthcoming of you, Detective.
You keep telling meabout your plans.
Maybe you'd like to observean actual police operation.
See what we do.
They're not gonna beexpecting us this time.
It's on...
but I'm gonna need youto leave it to me.
Can I at leastmake one suggestion?
I could call a coupleof people I know in the press.
People I trust.
They could be there, too.
That is, as long asit's all right with you.
Only if you call 'em an hourbefore 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-Assand 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 targetisn't somebody you know.
- If it's on Barretto, no.- I figured.
But I didn't want tostep on anybody's toes.
That's good you asked.
Anything I can do to help?
Yeah, actuallyI 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 $3for 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 befuckin' kidding me.
Reporter #1: Here they come, here theycome. Here's one right now. Miss!
Reporter #1: Miss, is thereanything you want to say?
Reporter #2: Tell mewhat your charges are!
- ( reporters clamoring )- Get back, everybody. Get back!
( clamoring continues )
Reporter #3: Do you want yourwife or daughter working here?
Reporter #1: Miss, do youhave anything to say?
You wanna drinksomething?
No, I'm OK, thank you.
- No?- Unh-unh.
Come sit.
So, um, I want to talkto you about this part.
Uh, yeah, Kiki said youwanted 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 understandthe audition part,
'cause you've already seen mein plenty of movies.
Yeah, like we do.
But this one...
I actually give a shitabout this one.
You live here alone?
Yeah.
It's nice.
Hey.
Was that C.C.?
Mm-hmm.
So, you needa different plan,
don't you think?
Can I use your bathroomfor a minute?
Yeah, sure.It's right there.
You know what, it's easy foryou to say shit like that.
You don't have somebodybreathing down your back.
You have your own money. You canjust come and go however you please.
You think somebodyhanded me this?
This is the life I chose.You chose something different.
You think it's a choice?Yeah?
OK, what am I supposedto do now?
Just say, "Oh, hey, C.C.,
sorry, I changed my mind.Catch ya later."
What the fuckkind of advice is that?!
Do you have any fucking idea whatthe 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 Isleep, who I fuck.
There is nothing about methat 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 melike that?
What do you mean?
Wha...
Shit, Lori,
for a second thereyou sounded like a...
in-over-her-head kidtraipsing through the woods,
with a bad-ass wolfhot on her tail.
I wasn't acting.
Yeah, no one's that good.
Well, no onewe 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 meto be in her movie?
- Why don't you ask her?- No, no, no.
Larry Brown don't beg.
Go on ahead, so you're notlate for your regular.
I gotta say,
as hard as I've been workin'in the films,
I'm getting tiredof having to trick, too.
I'm barely making my nutas it is, you know?
We got a familyto 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 youthe 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 thisanymore, Frankie,
I told yaa 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'sin the film business?
Me.
Oh, yeah? Doin' what?
I'm a co-produceron Candy's movie.
I bought infor 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'sa 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 deskand ordered it up. - No. No.
I thoughtyou'd be pleased. I...
I had this wild ideathat we could get in bed
and, you know,fuck while we watch you fuck.
You need to get that ideaout your head.
So I'm gonna tell youhow it's gonna go.
I'm gonna ride youwith my back to the TV set,
I don't wanna see the movie, andI don't want to hear it, either.
Anything else?
Yeah, as a matter of fact.
Two of me in this roomis 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 bringmore 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 dentin Sin City today,
raiding five massage parlorsjust a stone's throw
from the Theater Districtand Restaurant Row
and arrestingover 20 individuals,
including women suspectedof being prostitutes
and their managers.
( reporters clamoring )
Reporter: Let the girlsmake a statement. Please!
You're not gonna use that.
Talkin' a lot of shit for aman 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 gonnaempty 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. Bigdifference, 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 payto 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 someof that lost revenue.
I'm sure she'slookin' forward to that.
This the comedy booth?
Drop a coin, your sillyass make a joke?
You see her,tell her I'm lookin'.
- Mm-hmm.- Mm-hmm.
This some nasty shit.
You wanna waittill I'm finished?
There's some good shitin here, bro.
How much again?
Give or take, 40 G's.
( whistles )
That's very nice.
Did Carloshold up his end?
I had to send him home.Drunk damn near killed us.
Frankie: The fuck am Iover here, chopped liver?
You guys gonna tell mewhat 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 bookmakes you a bona fide crew.
Don't forgetto 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 innext 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 yougentlemen interested
in co-producinga major motion picture?
I'll see if I can findthe Tenant's Council lady.
- We'll get started here.- OK.
( woman shouting )
Hey, fellas.
( mocking )"Hey, fellas."
We just came by to seeif 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 canhelp you do that.
That's all.
What's your name,sweet thing?
- Rodney: Uh-oh.- Pimp: Oh, shit.
Abby.
Baby, you talkin'to Al Polite...
and Al Politeknows what's right.
These streets is public.
Can't no one tell us shit.
Yeah, this whatwhat they do every day.
They hang out,they smoke dope,
they put the girlson 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 fromthis 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 skinfor this kind of weather,
and I get sunstroke.
Not sunburnt, sunstroke.
Jocelyn: You can wearone of those visors.
Harvey: You can put me ina bathtub full of ice...
What happenedwith the Mayor's Office?
Hmm? You get your permits?
Nope, they turned me down.
The film's contextand subtext
wasn't up totheir standards.
What did I tell you?The city doesn't want
to be known forits fuck flicks.
Is that an I-told-you-so?
You know what? Fuck them.
Fuck themand their fuckin' permits.
I'm gonna shootwherever I want...
whenever I fuckin' want.
Harvey: And getfined or arrested.
You got bail moneyincluded in this budget?
I got this, Harvey. I got it.
Worry about the budget whenyou run out of money, right?
That's a good plan.
Here's the bottom line, OK?
Your girls aren't doing muchbusiness here in the daytime anyway.
- So maybe this is more of a nighttimespot. - Anna: No, we don't want that.
Hold on. Dorothy, tell 'em aboutthat 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 wantyour ass no more.
- You put out to pasture!- Dave: Let's get back to it.
Julito: Looks like she'sgoing 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 therelike 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 sayto me. You got anything to say, C.C.?
You know, Ash, you're boldwith a crowd around you.
I got somethingI want to say to you.
I want to say thank you.
Thank you. Because all thoseyears 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 mehow strong I really was.
That just all led aroundto 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 wereand who you'll always be
is my beggin'-for-love, "I'll do anythingyou say, C.C." bottom-dog bitch.
Damn, girl...
you was the easiest turnoutI ever had.
- Wanna know why?- Hmm?
Because from day oneI had your number.
Hmm.
My worst nightmare?
Shit, Ash,I could take you
in the back of my shortright the fuck now,
put your legs in the air,no time at all have you
shoutin' my namelike you was in church, baby,
then send you out in ahurricane to make me my money.
Shit, girl... peopledon't never change.
Don't you know that by now?
And all that nonsenseover there?
( scoffs )Come on, Ash.
That's just youplaying pretend.
Mmm, you're right.
You're right.
'Cause the real me,
she just wantsto see you buried.
( snorts )
- Man #1: You seen the edger?- Man #2: Over there.
( hammering )
Kenneth: You're supposedto be uptown with Cal
looking at drapes.
Paul:Shit! I spaced it out.
What's goin' on with you?
I think I can win overthis crusty old board
if I trim operating hoursand fudge capacity.
What's our new max?140? 150?
- 120. Tops.- No...
And I had to blow the firedepartment 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 tokeep 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, crushedvelvet sofas, marble urinals...
This is notthe Vanderbilt mansion.
You need to come downout of the fucking clouds!
Keep your voice down.
( sighs )I'm sorry.
I gotta go see Cal.
We need to finishthis 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 goddamnsecret I was keepin' from ya?
You said as long as I wasn't nailingthe 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 ina holding cell right now.
They made my bail right afterthe arraignment this mornin'.
And in case youwere worried about me...
just in case... I'm notgonna do a day of time.
My lawyer's gettin' mean A.C.D.
What the fuck is that?
An Adjournment...
in Contemplation of Dismissal,or somethin'.
Means all I gotta dois pay some fines.
Bobby, you were onthe fuckin' television!
- Yeah, I heard.- You have children!
They have friends,they have teachers.
How are they supposedto show their faces tomorrow?
How am I supposedto show my face?!
You don't have to!You can fuckin' hide
in that silver fox stoleyou bought yourself last week!
Daughter #1:Mommy! She's taking my toy!
Sorry. I shouldn'thave said that.
You wouldn't believe the stressI'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 meto West Street and 11th.
Driver:You got it.
Damn, Loretta,a baby lives here.
You should go outsideif you're gonna smoke.
What happened to you?
Better question? Ask mewhat Larry did about it.
The answer?Not a fuckin' thing.
And if some john put a beatingon you instead of me,
you know he'd be all up in thatguy's shit in a heartbeat.
Well, you need totake that up with him.
This acting thingwith you two?
Taffy and me,we're like ghosts around here.
What are you talkin' about?
Larry don't hardlyeven fuck me anymore.
It's like living withthe Absent-Minded Professor.
Well, like I said,that's between you and him.
So he's an actor now, huh?
Well, someone shouldmake 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, becauseof the TV thing?
He didn't deserve that.
He didn't deserve that?
The guy runsa fucking whorehouse, Vince.
No. He's there to make surethe girls are protected.
He doesn't cheat them,he doesn't fuck them...
And what the fuck is yourinvolvement in all this?
Nothing.
Nothing?
Some of those girlscome in here to drink.
And when they do,they talk.
I know all about the envelopesthey're handing you every week.
What?! Those envelopesaren't for me.
That's forthe building inspectors,
the health inspectors,
the contractors, the cops.
The envelopes I get from you are nodifferent from the ones I get from Bobby.
- ( sighs )- All that money,
that goes to greasethe same palms,
it goes intothe same pockets.
What are you saying, Vince?
Is this placebacked by the Mob?
I never said that.
I'm not even implying that,all right?
Abby.
Abby, you like havingthe run of this place?
You like being able to promoteyour musician friends?
Your artists?
You like having time and moneyto give to your causes?
Then this is how it is.
You cannot walkten feet in this city
without running intosome kind of toll booth.
But if you want me to stoptakin' envelopes from Bobby,
fine.
I'd be happy to.
In fact, I wouldlove to stop.
I want him banned.
You own the Hi-Hat, fine.Ban whoever you want.
But you don't ownthe 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' pimpsin here.
All of a sudden I'm lower than a niggerpimp? She's a fuckin' hypocrite.
Bobby,I need a favor.
The balls on her.
I need you to stay awayfor a few days
until it blows over.
And the balls on youfor askin' me that!
Two fuckin' hypocritesin 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 envelopesgo to the mob?
I don't know how to get out.
We're negotiatingwith the pimps.
Making the pimpspart of the conversation
is how we stop these arrests.
FRANKIE MARTINO: The Deuce has got melearning a lot about responsibility.
This is the new me, Vincent.
-No business like show business.-(LAUGHS)
♪ (MUSIC CRESCENDOS) ♪