- Police! - Nobody told us.
Miss, is there anything you want to say?
I'm steppin' away from the parlors.
I want out of that.
Is this place backed by the mob?
I like having time and money
to give to your causes, and this is how it is.
I'm having some fucking money troubles.
How much did you make selling that dry cleaners?
Depends who's asking.
How'd you like to be a movie producer?
Guess who's in the film business?
Red Hot, scene one, take one.
Jesus Christ! How am I supposed to...
That's great. Go with it. Go with it.
Watch out!
Just go with it. It looks great.
- Watch where you're walking! - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's the Deuce, man.
Yo, mama. You fine!
Yo, yo,
what the fuck?
No, no, no, it's OK. He's in the movie.
He's in the movie we're making with the girl.
- Ah. - A movie?
Yeah, look. We're making a film.
- On the Deuce. - Yeah.
Right out here on the street.
Damn! Son...
you gotta get that shit checked out by a dentist.
This is a goddamn joke.
- Lance Minx... doesn't work like this. - No, no.
- Calm down. - You in the movie, too?
- Mm-hmm. - I seen you in somethin'.
Can't remember what, though.
Wait, actually, have you seen "Shampoo"?
Fuck is that?
- How 'bout... "Demon Seed"? - Shit!
You the bitch got pregnant with the computer's baby!
This whole thing is so goddamn unprofessional.
I can't believe you people operate this way!
Hey, gentlemen,
since you are such big fans of Miss Christie here,
would you do somethin' for us?
- Sorry, man. - Y'all got to move!
Get out the way!
Walk on the other side!
Cross the street. Get out the way.
A little help? Come on, man.
I'm not playin' with you. Step off. Now.
Yeah. Keep walkin'.
Stay with him for a minute more and then let him go down the hole.
Fuckin' great.
Fucking hell! Jesus!
- What? - There's a fucking rat
on the stairs the size of a cocker spaniel.
Call me when you've dealt with that, and not before.
I'll be at my hotel.
A rat, huh?
No business like show business.
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This is easy. We paid the 100 for the liquor violation.
You have a month to pay the other fines.
- My fee is covered. - What about the girls?
Fines and time served.
You work it out with them directly if you want to cover the costs.
Everybody's got a hand in this, huh?
Just keep your head down, pay your fines,
stay friendly with your regular clientele.
Have your client review and sign.
Make sure nothin's missin'.
The fuckin' cigarette machine?
You guys bring an extra set of hands?
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Let's make it 10:00, and you're out by 6:00.
Take a look.
I never had foreplay like this.
My girls don't question me.
What happens when I look out my window in the morning
- and they're still there? - That shouldn't happen
if both sides stick to the agreement.
If you're here during these hours,
they're not callin' the cops.
You get the night traffic on this street,
but the parking lot's off-limits.
Hold up, you want us to pick up or own trash?
Motherfucker, look the fuck around.
I guess we can scratch that off.
All right.
Anna, you want to read over this one more time?
Could my luck get any worse?
Twenty-dollar cunt-fuckin' bottle.
- Other shit I could be doin', but no... - Yeah.
- Frankie, it's Fran. - Hey, Fran.
Joey was in a fight. He there?
Yeah, he's here.
Your boy got in a tussle.
- The fuck? - Joey was arrested
for beating up the Carducci kid at school.
- They took him in. - After everything I just went through.
Yeah, well, he's your kid.
Well, he ain't a kid no more.
Which precinct they take him to?
The 68th. He's all by himself. I gotta...
Jesus.
They still smoking herb? They lie, but we smell it.
Mamá, you smell it? 'Cause it's comin' from your window.
Everybody knows your son loves the marijuana, OK?
Ay dios mío, mi hijo, mi amor...
They're givin' you free rein, protection,
for eight hours a day, and you can't keep your fuckin' mouth shut.
Look here, bitch, you couldn't swing it in the streets,
now you're out here acting like you died for our sins?
This doesn't have to get personal.
- Oh, shit! - Whooee!
Baby, I'm all business.
So let's try to be respectful.
Bitch be disrespectin' us.
What are we really changing with this bullshit, please?
You always talk about what's realistic.
When those residents call the cops, it's the girls who suffer.
So we're negotiating with the pimps?
We're protecting their bottom line?
All I know, in this situation here,
making the pimps part of the conversation is how we stop these arrests.
I know who you are.
They told me to watch out for you,
that you always come for girls like me.
Does that scare you?
OK, action Wolf. Go, Lance.
Little girl...
so young, so pretty...
- Ohh! - Cut.
And that's take 12.
First of all, fuck the teeth.
Let's just do it without dumb props.
Besides, these caps cost me four grand.
Ever since you came to fuckin' town,
all you have done is complain.
Cindy's been sittin' here with a fucking light meter
up her snatch all morning.
I haven't heard a fucking peep out of her!
Second, this isn't sexy.
Third, Lance Minx doesn't need to rape a chick.
No. It's not rape.
It's her fantasy. It's gonna be hot.
It's... She's gonna be in control.
You're the Wolf, motherfucker.
You gotta think like a wolf.
Should be looking at her like you ain't eat in a week
and her pussy tastes like porterhouse steak.
Now I'm getting lectures on fuck films from the bit players.
Son, Lance Minx was fuckin' for the camera
when you were jerkin' off to the memory of a lost prom date!
Candy, can I please cut this man?
I'm out.
I'll be around the corner at that bar on 43rd
when you all fix this shit.
Bad, bad Larry Brown.
Yo.
Do they fit?
So wear 'em.
All right. Ten minutes?
What are you doin'?
Uhh!
The fuck was that?
Jesus Christ!
You're taking this too personally.
- I'm what?! - I'm just sayin' that...
Ow! Ohh...
Get your ass up.
Know what I think?
I think I'm lookin' at a bar-back.
We got the cash because we had the star.
Prima donna though he was.
You're the one that told me nobody buys tickets
'cause of the swingin' dicks.
They come for the girls.
The backers came in on the promise of his name on a poster, too.
And now you're gonna swap him out
with some random black street pimp.
- Hey. - All due respect, Larry.
Larry Brown's a wolf.
He always has been, he always will be.
Lupine, he is. Guess what?
The last thing a bunch of white men want to see
- when they're watching their porn is... - Hey. Shame on you.
I'm not talkin' about me.
I don't care if Red Riding Hood fucks ten black guys,
a tenement full of Puerto Ricans, and a Palestinian hijacker!
- "Behind the Green Door." - You cannot promote this!
Black dude fucks Miss Ivory Snow.
- That's not equivalent... - 99 and 44/100% pure.
- A million bucks at the box office, and counting. - Excuse me!
You're gonna give the Wolf the run of the woods in this thing,
"Green Door" was one scene.
And everybody talks about it
because it was the exception.
Hey, flesh peddlers.
What'd I miss?
Candy fuckin' fired Lance Minx!
Oh, yeah? What for?
His dick was bent.
- Dick was bent? - His dick was bent.
This a problem?
When the goombas come to beat us into risotto,
I hope they grab you first.
- Me? - Yeah.
The fuck did I do?! I go to lunch,
the whole movie goes to shit?
The fuck?!
- Frankie... - Huh?
I thought you were gonna talk to Candy.
- What? - You know, not the grandma.
Like I should be an aunt or a cousin or something.
Tina. Doesn't matter. It's just the way the fairy tale goes.
Hey, fucko.
Does this look like a grandmother to you?
Hmm?
For real?
- It's Desitin. - Hmm.
It's the only thing that keeps my thighs from rubbin' together
without lookin' like the Pillsbury Doughboy's hiding in my crotch.
Here.
Fresh pack, baby.
I got two kids with her. Talkin' about
the mother of my babies is a bitch-ass ho.
- About to be three. - What?!
She been spending a lot of time with Joe
while you was out of the house...
You alone tonight?
Girl, you know it.
Hmm.
- Most nights. - Really?
Larry's in a different groove.
Thinks he's a thespian.
What about Darlene? She still doing the movies?
Well... fuck this.
I'm headin' to the Judson bus.
Come on. Come with me.
If Larry comes, I'll just give him a little...
- He ain't comin'. - I was thinkin'
we could use your help
gettin' to know some of the new faces around here.
I'll pay you...
for your time.
Church bus ain't gonna change my day-to-day.
Yeah, but it'll help make tonight's count.
Come on.
Yeah.
"Red Hot," scene 6-A, take one.
Mark.
And action!
Ooh! Mmm...
And window.
Mmm.
- Where Red at? - She got off an hour ago.
She went uptown, see her grandma.
I'm getting off now.
I'm lookin' for Red. We know this.
My, what big eyes you have.
I'm wearin' Ray-Bans, you dopey bitch.
You're just gonna lie there with your legs in the air,
remarkin' on how big my shit is?
Well, we might as well just get to the damn point, don't ya think?
We didn't write this.
I'm not just sellin' wolf tickets... so to speak.
Yeah, we didn't write that, either. Kinda wish we did.
So you say she went to see her granny.
- Yeah. - Well...
am I gonna have to huff and puff
and blow this whole booth down?
Or you gonna come over here...
and point me in the right direction?
Hey, Candy, I...
thought I was working alone.
This is now a handjob scene?
You wanna go with it?
Mmm.
What's the matter?
Sorry.
It's OK. What's goin' on?
Hmm?
Rodney don't take care of me no more.
All's I do is take care of him.
It's the new way.
Sometimes when I get back to our apartment,
I can't sleep.
Sometimes I can't even put my purse down
before he send me back out again.
He makes you score?
His meal ticket and his nurse.
What if I never get off this bus?
Shit. Fuckin' up my makeup.
- Brought you a new employee. - Hey, Unc.
Hey.
Came to the wrong place.
- What the fuck's goin' on? - Vince, he needs a job.
I don't need you droppin' another bag of shit on me.
Listen, he got thrown out of school. I gotta teach him a lesson.
Gotta be somethin' for him
between this place and the Hi-Hat.
I can't lay this on Abby.
And this place is open from midnight till 10:00 a.m.
- Joey's, like, what, 15? - He's 17.
Goin' on 30.
Don't break anything!
He needs the real world to put a boot in his ass.
And I can't exactly take him to work with me, can I?
All right, all right.
I hear ya.
Listen to your Uncle Vince.
He's savin' your ass.
Need some dinner?
Hey, Candy, all I'm saying is
does it really change the story
if Little Red Riding Hood is goin' to visit her aunt's house?
Huh? I mean, who gives a fuck, really?
Everybody'd rather fuck an aunt than a grandmother. Right?
Am I right? I mean, you know what I'm sayin'.
- Frank, you know what a producer does? - What?
He solves problems. He doesn't cause 'em.
This isn't a problem. Little Red has an aunt who's hot as balls,
maybe a few years older than she is...
Frankie, you fuckin' begged me to throw Tina a part.
I did it. The part's a grandma.
Candy, the zipper broke.
What'd you do? Jumpin' jacks?
No, I took a breath. This thing is really tight.
- Stuck? - Fuck!
Hey, Joss, do we have another one of these?
- No. No. - No?
It's established in everything we shot last night.
Oh, fuck!
Does nobody on this crew know how to mend a fuckin' zipper?
Joss, honey, come here.
Here.
This...
- Almeda? - Almunda.
- Here.
Here ya go.
Problem solved.
Producer.
Nah, I ain't lyin', nigga.
Oh, man. What?
Hey, Carl.
I could use a sandwich.
Yeah.
Here. You have a good one.
Why'd you do that?
- What, Carl? - Yeah.
Been there for years.
Ever since I started work in this neighborhood.
That shmoog's been beggin' for years, and he's still there?
I mean, he's not even wearin' shoes.
Used to call him El Dee. Wanna guess why?
Watch your fuckin' head, Tom. Jesus Christ.
Hey. We gotta get this in three hours.
They need the lobby back by 5:00 a.m.,
I'm not payin' for a second night.
No fuckin' way. Understand me?
- Yeah, we're gonna get it. - Yeah, we are.
For a $500 location fee, you sure as hell will.
We're gonna get it. Hey, what's that movie with the guy,
there's an "M" on the back of his jacket?
- "M." Yeah. - "M."
Fritz Lang!
Wait. Who the fuck pays $500 for a location
in a goddamn dirty movie?
- You tell me. - Hey. Harvey!
- We're gonna get it! - Yeah. Drop dead.
You had a caller, ma'am.
A gentleman who called?
It's "gentleman caller."
- What?! - A gentleman caller?
- Gentleman caller. - That's all right.
Let's keep rolling. Reset.
It's important to me because I wrote the fuckin' thing.
I don't give a shit! All right?
And action.
- Fuck you. - Fuck you, too.
You had a caller, ma'am.
Ohh. Jesus Christ.
You had a caller, ma'am.
A gentleman caller?
I would in no way call him a gentleman.
In fact... he seemed to be a wolf.
Of course, I sent him away.
Well, if he was no gentleman,
then why don't you call him back
and show him upstairs?
"And you come along as well."
Shit.
Why don't you show him upstairs, Aldoo?
And you come along as well, too.
That should be "Aldo," Christina.
Fuck. I knew that. Aldo.
- Aldo, Aldo. Got it. - Yeah.
This stupid fucking thing. Can I please just smoke
a regular cigarette like a regular person?
Yes, you can. Let's cut,
- let's reset. - No... Fuck!
You're killin' me!
Twenty-five in the hole and counting, Eileen!
Hopefully not much longer.
She'll get better.
No... Aldoo.
Candy, I... I...
can't fire my wife.
Why not? You hired her.
Fuck part of solving problems don't you understand, Mr. Producer?
OK, all right,
let's, uh...
Let's take five.
- Thank you, Vincent. - Thank you.
- Tommy. - Mm-hmm?
We gonna catch anything more from that parlor fire,
or is that crazy shit over?
Hard to say. Why do you ask?
I was walkin' from dinner last night,
felt like some guys had eyes on me.
Some guys?
Got any names?
I don't know.
Maybe I'm just paranoid.
Parlor weekly.
Your cut on top, Vincent. So how'd it go?
I tried to come past and see last night,
but we were reopening the French Parlor.
Told him to listen to his Uncle Vince,
- so if he gave you any shit... - Look...
I sent him home before we opened.
You got this spic out there,
and you can't find a job for your own nephew?
He didn't want to be here.
For fuck's sake, we're open from midnight till morning.
Got drugs in here,
got people half-fuckin' in the V.I.P.
You think I want my kid nephew in here?
It's fuckin' beautiful
to get parenting lessons from you.
How are your kids? You spoken to Andrea lately?
- Come on, Bobby. - You know what?
Fuck this.
Hey!
Got fresh pie today, guys.
Listen...
You know, producing has got me learning a lot about...
fiscal responsibility.
People are always tellin' me it's something I gotta get better at.
Well, you made money off the dry cleaner.
That is a successful businessman.
Regardless, uh...
I'm thinkin', you know, as a producer...
some changes are necessary.
Like what?
Oh. For one, you know, you shouldn't be playin' a grandmother.
I mean, I agree with you on this.
- I'm 28, for fuck's sake. - Yeah. Exactly.
You should have a bigger part
in a... in a film...
a lot more prestigious than this one. Huh?
Can I get a refill?
You good?
Fuck are you saying?
Look, uh...
I made a mistake.
You should be the hero. Having your own adventures.
I don't want you playing second fiddle, you know?
So fire Lori and make me the lead.
Top you off here, baby?
I didn't think so.
You fuckin' liar. The producer's wife.
I was in plenty of porn before you came along, Frankie.
Yeah, and you're gonna be in a lot more. Very soon.
All right? And...
look, I say this because it's absolutely true.
You are not a grandma, all right?
Not in my book, not ever.
Are you firing me?
Hey, uh, what were you sayin' about that pie?
Pie ain't gonna help none, brother.
Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison,
Monroe, Adams... Jackson, Harrison.
You forgot Van Buren, and Harrison was barely president.
But he was.
Do you know who was the first president born in America?
Van Buren. Born after the Revolution.
- He was from New York. - Hmm.
Bye.
Washington, Adams, Jefferson,
Madison, Monroe...
Adams... Jackson...
Van Buren...
Harrison.
Everything we shot Wednesday? Fuckin' left on the train?
Yeah, somewhere on the Canarsie line
a station master is gettin' an eyeful.
- Don't tell Harvey. - No.
We...
Nah, we're gonna catch up. We just...
we'll give him some fuck footage today,
and he'll be ready for some bad news tomorrow.
Is Frankie around?
He's sleeping on the second set.
The handle's longer on that one.
We're losing the head in the shadow of the door frame.
Maybe you can take a step back?
- Like that? - Try it out again.
- Hey, Frankie. - What?
Did you sleep here all day?
Hmm, yeah.
Christina tossed me.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry about it.
Had to be done, right?
Oh, shit, you need this couch for fuckin'?
No, no.
We need money.
More?
Yeah. To finish it.
Like, real money.
Fuck.
I wonder who the Mets are playin'?
Just one time.
It's a lot of words for a wolf.
I have my own shit to do, and time is money.
Or so my man always told me.
There's a lot on my shoulders. It's big, the Wolf.
It's my star shot!
So...
what if I, uh... pay you?
Pay me.
- Pay me to read lines with you. - Yeah.
Yeah, this is some sort of trick...
that you're gonna pay me Tuesday for a hamburger today.
Gentlemen. Thank you for comin'.
I called you together here on this emergency basis
for what's known in the film industry as an emergency.
I need $20,000.
Don't ask me for shit.
I do not require shit. I need cash.
All right? For me and Candy to finish our film.
Huh? So...
last chance to lay a winning bet down on "Red Hot."
- You're out of your damn mind. - Twenty grand.
Shit.
Nobody's got any ideas? Come on.
I'm out and anyone here with half a brain
should be fuckin' out, too.
Come on, brother. I'm tryin' to make a move here.
By makin' a fuck film? Some move.
And even if you do put the scratch together,
you're gonna run over to Aqueduct tomorrow,
shove it up some horse's asshole,
then you'll be back to broke.
What's the fuckin' point?
This is the new me, Vincent.
New you. You know what?
Confucius say, "Man born with idiot brother
die with no fuckin' money."
Fuck Confucius.
Make my own fortune.
I heard somethin' about somethin'.
What?
Kath. Where's Abby?
Community meeting.
- Where at? - Ninth Avenue.
The center over there on Forty-Whatever.
What are you gonna do to me?
I'm gonna give you everything you want!
I'm gonna give you everything... you want.
Look, you know the lines.
It's pretty simple. You're the bad guy.
No. No, that ain't right.
I mean, he's doing what comes natural.
A wolf's gotta wolf.
He's goin' after the ones that want it.
That's the change that Candy made to the script, right?
He ain't goin' after the ones that ain't want it.
He's in the big city,
he's looking ' for the ones that are looking' for him.
- They hungry, too. - Not for what they get.
- No one's hungry for that. - Hmm.
But no one knows what they gonna get, though, do they?
I mean, ain't no fairy tale out here.
Yeah, well, fairy tales don't end so good either, do they?
This one will.
We're finding the more residents call on the cops
to patrol prostitution,
the less protection there is against violent crime and theft.
For every prostitution arrest, the cops spend about seven hours
back at the precinct processing the women.
And even more time over at the courthouses and in the Tombs.
The cops make their quotas...
but the basis for these arrests isn't solicitation.
It's being a woman, in public, looking a certain way.
The pimps and the johns? They're never arrested.
- You know that's true. - Yeah, and then they have to
get right back out into the street and pay the fines.
These laws treat women like little girls,
and it's the women who are paying the price.
Do you know who she is?
She runs a bar.
She knows of what she speaks.
Always.
I'd like to introduce Dave Hiller
whose idea it was to work with the tenants' council...
We takin' it all out?
I mean...
- A-ha! - Wait. Which scene is this?
It's the ladies on the Wolf.
No, that shoots on our set.
Fuck our fuckin' set. Look at that!
It shoots right here.
Here on a parking lot?
Not now. Later, when there's nobody around.
Say hi to the girls.
That's Bernice, she pretty much
runs the place at this point.
This is Anita, Portia,
and that is Marilys.
Hey.
My son. Joey.
He has manners, I promise.
Where's Black Frankie?
He say he on a caper tonight.
A caper?
So... Bring Your Kid to Work Day, huh?
Me bein' a television star,
you want me to keep pretending you don't know?
Come with me.
Come on.
First you clean the break room, then you vacuum,
then you go to Bernice, you ask her what else she needs tonight.
You got me workin' with that shmoog.
Joey, that shmoog is your boss.
Sit. Eat.
Can't. My call's in 30 minutes.
We're shooting outside tonight.
I got paid.
So, uh, how's it goin' on-set with...
Sir Wolf Lancelot?
Who?
Lance Mink. Or Lance Dink.
Whatever the fuck pretty boy calls himself.
Hmm.
Man, that's so fucked up.
Oh, he's an asshole?
They threw me a fuckin' curveball.
They sent Lance home, and then guess who Candy decides to recast?
Fuckin' Larry Brown.
- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.
Can you fuckin' believe it?
I mean, I'm with you, right,
and now I have to pretend to be with some popcorn pimp we've known for years?
Jesus.
Shit. I don't care about Larry.
He ain't even a real pimp anymore.
Just a trick.
I mean, it's not like they're paying you less, right?
Nn-nhh.
See? She ain't gonna lie to me.
None of us would, Daddy.
OK, that's beautiful.
Now let's start the lines again.
This is all well and fine, but you all know I'm in town
lookin' for the one they call Little Red.
Gimme a line on her... I'll let you both live.
Are we gonna really hang around for insert shots,
- or can we do that later on? - Yes!
Look at the fuckin' light!
- Yes! Let's fuckin' get 'em! - Jesus.
- OK, cover 'em up! - Shit.
Cover 'em up!
Who's got the bail money?
Hi.
Fuck is all this?
We're, uh, we're shooting a scene from a student film.
- Yeah. - Yeah, well...
seeing is believing.
Yeah.
Yeah, no problem.
OK, let's, uh,
let's get back to into position.
Everybody back to one!
- Frame up. - Roll sound.
- Sound speed! - Roll camera.
- Rolling. - OK.
Eighteen Apple, take three.
And action!
I love this fuckin' town.
What I'm tryin' to say is...
that I've been carryin' this lie for a long time.
With everybody.
With you, and myself in some weird way.
It's like, I knew what I knew,
I put it into a box,
and then I never wanted to open the box and look at it.
I know that barely makes sense. I... I...
I backed myself into this years ago.
First with this bar,
and then they came to me about the parlors,
and I said no.
But Bobby, he wanted that.
And I was the one that they could trust...
so then the parlors.
And then me at 3-6-6, Paul at his bar downtown,
and Frankie with all the goddamn peeps.
They're not just landlords or backers
or however I made it sound.
So all the envelopes go the Mob?
Even mine?
Yeah, but I'm not lyin' anymore.
I don't know how to get out.
And I don't know what's gonna happen to Bobby or Frankie
or the girls or anybody.
And, you know, it's not like
it's just gonna stop if I leave.
Fuckin' thing's a machine, it just runs and runs and runs.
The girls are your responsibility.
Yeah, that's what I'm sayin'.
And me lying to you all these years...
puttin' it off on Bobby and Frankie,
pretending that I could just... step away.
That's on me, too.
I'm sorry, Abby.
I knew.
At least I think I knew.
Maybe I was lying, too.
So what are you gonna do now?
I don't know. Ah...
I know I'm not taking another dollar from the parlors.
My cut's right there.
It's for you.
For me?
What the fuck do I want with your fuckin' parlor money?
You'll know where it should go,
and you can do something good with it.
Vincent, I don't want it.
Well, I don't want it either.
I'm not pickin' it up.
It'll be here when you look for it.
Did you hear the game? Fuckin' Amos Otis
with a walk-off home run in the ninth.
And it was inside the park. The fuck is that?
Alright, here we go.
Ah, fuck.
Take it. I didn't see anything.
When they ask you who did this,
go on and say what you gonna say:
"Two niggas ran up on me."
Gimme your wallet.
Let's go.
Walter Mayer from Hoboken.
What's your boy's name?
Tommy.
Good name. Fine name.
Just walk on, Walter Mayer.
Forget enough so that I never come to Jersey.
You got me out late, Francis. Let's see what we're sellin'.
Look, uh, Mr. Pipilo, I don't know how this happened.
- I honestly don't. - What's the problem?
Two left feet.
They've been doin' this shit because we been robbin' 'em blind.
They send the left shoes in one truck,
- and the rights in the other. - Fuck me.
So you're sayin' we gotta hijack the right shoe truck and we'll be good to go?
Ha ha! As opposed to...
- Who tipped you to this? - Carlos!
This motherfucker!
Oh, man, you guys, you are my favorite crew out here.
I respect the ambition.
Whew!
Well...
be that as it may, uh,
I'm still fucked.
At least my movie is.
- What movie? - Oh, it's a porno, but...
you know, it's like a real film.
Little Red Riding Hood in the big city,
Lori Madison in red.
Yeah, the film looks fuckin' great,
but it's costing a lot more than it usually does,
and me bein' a producer and all...
And you're makin' this movie right now?
Yeah. Yeah.
Check the cars, check the cars.
Candy, this looks empty!
No, there's a couple of guys in here.
I think that last one's our best bet.
Empty here!
How we gonna keep people from getting on?
- They get to be part of the movie. - OK,
it's 3:00 in the fuckin' morning.
We got two mags of film, we got a subway car,
we got 15 stops till Inwood.
Woodsman, get your fuckin' pants off.
Little Red, get naked.
All right, freaks,
let's shoot this fuckin' movie!
Joss, where's my axe?
I don't get it. Am I the sweet, innocent girl,
or am I the seductive slut?
No. First you're one...
and then you're the other.
Sometimes you're both.
I know, it can be confusing
when you shoot the story out of order.
Or, you know.
You could work those dimples, baby.
Cut glass with those dimples.
It's weird bein' out on the old stroll.
For me, anyway.
Ya know, the first time I met you
I think we were right over there.
C.C. got you to come over
and ask me for a light or something, remember?
Nh-nhh.
Yeah, you do.
You ever think back on that first day?
You stepped off the bus...
from where, fuckin' Hicksville?
Want so bad to take a bite out of the Big Apple.
And how it felt.
Ready to conquer. Everything was yours.
Nothing could hurt you.
Never felt that way.
- I was never like that. - No?
Coulda fooled me.
Hey, Candy. The camera's ready.
Here it is.
What, that camera's so heavy
they gotta put him in a wheelchair?
Yeah.
And action!
OK, go 'head, go 'head.
- Oh! - Oh, my god!
- Oh! - Holy sh...
Are you OK?
Officer! Officer!
- He's not chasing her for real! He's an actor! - Huh?
He's not chasing her for real. We're makin' a movie.
We got a camera and lights...
Once we hit him he's gotta go.
Officer, he didn't do anything.
Sorry, lady. All right, come on, pal.
This is fucked up!
That was fuckin' great.
That looked like they really threw him a beatin'.
Yeah.
I'll give you 20 grand for 25% right now.
Deal.
Paul's opening's tonight.
Can't miss that.
- All right. - They're still in the truck.
The glass is too thick.
Four more round tables.
Don't get caught up in this last-minute stuff.
- You're not in this alone. - Mm.
- I'll put out the fires. - OK.
Someone's coming to hook up the sound equipment, right?
I have no idea which... cable goes where.
Right. Yeah, OK.
We still owe everything...
Grandma's bedroom and the reshoot on the park sequence,
which fuck-nuts left on the... subway train.
But hey, the good news is,
I got the uptown lobby location back at half-price.
- Great. - We're gonna have to hire another Grandma
before we reshoot that, so...
Bottom line is, we're broke
and you're, what, almost a week shy of filming a movie?
- How broke? - Thirty-five in the hole.
OK...
I'll do the Grandma.
- For free. - Well, yeah.
But she's Aunt Sue now.
And she's hot as fuck.
Candy. I gotta show you this.
All I know is, she needs to get settled somewhere else.
And a bus ticket's one thing,
but I might as well buy her a round-trip fare.
How much you thinking?
Few thousand. Enough to get a place and buy some time
- so she can look for a job. - We don't do that.
The funds we have are limited and go towards hiring staff and doing outreach.
Trying to effect large-scale change.
Mm-hmm. One community meetin' at a time.
In the long run, that's how it works.
Not for Chocolate.
Dorothy...
...if we get into the business
of trying to fund every single escape story,
we're gonna lose the chance to change anything in a real way.
The people with Judson, they're gonna lose credibility with pimps
- if it gets out that... - Fuck the fuckin' pimps.
Is this all so you can get even with Rodney?
Over one of his girls? Or is this about C.C.?
Because if it's down to that...
At last! A wolf! Yahoo!
What's your hurry, Harry?
Fuck the woodsman, right?
Oh, yeah.
We got this.
Hey.
- You look great. - Thanks.
Yeah.
- Hey. This is erotic to you? - Yeah.
The "You tried my door before, now you don't have to..."
Not just me.
Men and women are different beasts.
Yeah, one of us are beasts. Mm-hm?
When it comes to fucking, we're all beasts.
- Hey, Frankie. - Hey.
Ohh.
- What's this? - Ohh. Open it.
Holy shit!
- How much? - Eh, 20K.
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
Twenty fucking K!
What?!
What the fuck!
Now, that's a producer!
Frankie! Oh, my god.
It's all over here!
Hey, Frankie, you wearin' two left shoes?
Yes, I am.
Ha ha!
Tod. Hey, how are you?
Thank you.
Your jacket is gorgeous.
You got chandeliers in this joint?
Ah, shit. Yeah.
Hey!
Come here. All right, all right.
- Man. - Come here. Eh?
- Good to see you. - Congratulations.
- Thank you. To you as well. - I'm impressed.
I'm impressed.
It's amazing.
Ah. Um...
Shh! Shh!
Thank you all for coming.
Um...
I... I don't... I don't really know what to say, but...
Come here. Come here, come here.
- Aww... - My partner and I...
are so thrilled to have our friends with us tonight.
But we know why you really came, so let's not delay.
Miss Sarah Vaughan.
♪ Whether you are here ♪
♪ Or yonder ♪
♪ Whether you are false ♪
♪ Or true ♪
♪ Whether ♪
♪ You remain ♪
♪ Or wander ♪
♪ I'm growing fonder ♪
♪ Of you ♪
♪ Even though your friends ♪
♪ Forsake you ♪
♪ Even though you don't ♪
♪ Succeed ♪
♪ Wouldn't I be glad... ♪
Ohh!
My...
what big eyes you have.
Jesus.
You got somethin' here.
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