The Deuce (2017) s03e02 Episode Script
Morta di Fame
1 It's a new start, third time must be the charm.
This is my fifth.
I know you've been working these wolf packs, that's our problem too.
What do you need? Why are you trying to put the touch on me? My spots have taken a hit with this disease on the street.
Our content has to change.
Into what? New Wave Hookers Incorporated.
What can I do you for? If I had to make that kind of trash, I would get the fuck out of porn.
- CROWD: Five! - We gotta stay out in front of this.
- Four! - It's not an airborne disease.
- Three! - OFFICER: Police, freeze! GREG: Good for you, get right back in the saddle.
CROWD: Two! One! To all the great things coming down the pike.
(DOORBELL RINGS) (CAR HORN HONKS) Ho, Fat Mooney.
Or should I say Skinny Malink.
Where's your friends? The Magic Man, right on time.
Ah, so listen, they're not here yet.
Oh.
All right, well, while we're waitin', I got some new tapes.
Whatcha got? Hungry, Hungry Housewives.
It's about a bunch of housewives that are hungry, but you know, for fucking.
- Yeah, I gathered.
- Yeah.
Sizzling, real-life action.
100 percent homemade.
So how many? Ehh a dozen or so.
More comin'.
So, you copy all these off the master? 'Cause, Frankie, I mean that last batch, I mean, - you know, some were grainy as hell.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, it was an equipment problem.
Me and Irene, we upgraded our shit.
- All right, then that's fair.
- (MAN COUGHING) Hey, pal! It's not a library! They read better at home.
(SCOFFS) - Every day with this shit.
- (DOORBELL RINGS) TINA ROWE: Sorry.
Traffic.
Chaz Rowe.
You must be Mr.
Martino.
This is Tina.
Oh.
TINA: Your reputation precedes you.
Yeah, well, don't believe everything you hear.
At last, a meeting of the minds plus a piece for me.
All right, just go back there, to my office back there.
(SIGHS) I know the way.
Straight down Bondage Alley, right at Fetish Lane.
Come on.
Come on in.
(SIGHS) All right, Chaz.
Uh, stick it right in there.
Let's see what you got.
- Dig this.
- (TINA CHUCKLES) It's our latest.
Cued it up at the good part.
(EXCITED MOANING) (SNIFFS) Wow.
This your, uh, actual living room? Yep, just up in Yonkers.
(DOORBELL RINGS ON VIDEO) CHAZ ROWE: (ON VIDEO) Who could that be? Oh shit, I forgot I ordered a package.
This was all unplanned.
- CHAZ: Gonna get it? - Shit, this is the real deal.
(MOANING) CHAZ: Wait, we should get this.
Hang on.
- Hang on.
- TINA: Okay.
CHAZ: There.
- (BOTH MOANING) - (DOORBELL RINGS) Oh! You shittin' me? This actually happened? CHAZ: Why so surprised? Mr.
Mooney said you shoot amateur porn, too.
- DELIVERY MAN: Sign here - Yeah I mean, I shoot pretend amateur porn.
This is I mean, this is really real.
TINA: (ON VIDEO) Have a good day.
(CHUCKLING) (CHUCKLES) (ALL LAUGH) - What the - (LAUGHING) How long have you been makin' this at your home? Um couple years.
One or two a week.
Plus, we got friends.
Friends? Yeah, we met some people at clubs.
You know, like-minded people.
Friends.
CHAZ: First it was for fun.
Then, we thought wouldn't it be something if we sold these to strangers.
The idea of strangers watching us.
Paying for us.
CHAZ: So we came downtown, talked to a couple of people.
Mr.
Mooney, he thought that Yeah, yeah.
I get it.
You, uh you need distribution.
You have a company, right? Yes, I do.
("DREAMING" BY BLONDIE PLAYS) I don't want to live on charity Pleasure's real or is it fantasy? Reel to reel is living rarity People stop and stare at me We just walk on by We just keep on dreamin' Dream, dream Even for a little while Dream, dream Filling up an idle hour Fade away Radiate I sit by and watch the river flow I sit by and watch the traffic go Imagine something of your very own Something you can have and hold I'd build a road in gold Just to have some dreaming Dreaming is free - Dreaming - Dreaming Dreaming is free MELISSA: When I was in kindergarten, this kid Louis, he used to he used to give me his milk money to look at my vagina.
Extra to touch it.
And he he ended up telling all of his friends.
So - That's how it started.
- Little Louis! With Little Louis.
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES) How about yours? Ah, Jesus.
Um Well, I was a teenager.
Older girl hooked it up.
Probably because she didn't want the trick.
He was, like, 300 pounds.
A huge guy.
MAN: Want that bacon black! And um Oh! It was at a room in The Princess.
Do you remember? Yes.
- The Princess.
Yeah.
- Oh, hell yes.
That place.
And, um, you know, he said all he wanted was a back rub.
I was like easy right? And, um, so he's got this oil he wants me to use.
I I pour it all over him.
And I'm rubbing away.
It takes forever to get this guy covered in oil.
- He's like a fucking mountain.
- (CHUCKLES) You know, after a while, surprise surprise, he gets hard, he says, uh, "Now suck my dick.
" And so, I go down on him.
And I am not fucking kidding you, this motherfucker had not washed in weeks.
Ugh No, the smell, I'm like I was gagging.
And I was thinking I should just jump out the fucking window.
You know, I was just a kid.
Thinking about offing myself.
Just a little kid.
(SIGHS) Anyway, got easier after that.
So, your movie, um it's what it's supposed to be like our stories or? I don't know yet.
MELISSA: Hmm.
I'm still brainstorming.
Candy, you you always worked alone though, right? Never had a man? Nah, wasn't my thing.
Yeah, a man was always a part of it for me.
- Mm-hmm.
- I don't know.
Um Dr.
Joyce Brothers, you do you listen to her? I know who she is.
Yeah, she'd say that it all goes back to my father.
Well, fathers, yeah.
Yeah, mine My father was a stupid, fall down drunk.
You know, old story.
Too cliché for you probably.
I don't think anything's cliché if it's true.
- LEON: Food's coming up shortly.
- I like that.
I don't really know what it means (CHUCKLES) but it sounds good.
Yeah, that's all that matters.
Chicks on a raft, frog sticks.
Eggs in Paradise, whiskey down.
Hopple popple in the alley, - and a couple of Tabs.
- CANDY: Thank you.
MELISSA: Thanks, Leon.
- See what I mean? - (CHUCKLES) (SIREN WAILING) CHRIS ALSTON: Anything at all on the owner? GENE GOLDMAN: It was an LLC.
It's dissolved now.
It's just a shell, anyway.
We haven't been able to identify the owner.
Yet.
So you want me to dig 'em out and hold him up to the light like we do.
You find the guy who holds the actual deed, and he's someone with any kind of public profile, we'll go that way.
If not, we'll have to figure something else out.
You need this block bad, huh? You can spit from here to the new Marriott.
Half these buildings are in turn around.
It's time.
("JUMP (FOR MY LOVE)" BY THE POINTER SISTERS PLAYS) (SINGING) I take you down I take you down Where no one's ever gone before - And if you want more - All right.
They're waiting for you, beautiful.
- You psyched? - Sure.
(CHUCKLES) Look at these gnarly skanks.
You're gonna be the hottest thing on set.
See what you do to me? You do that to every guy.
Go get 'em, baby.
Do that do.
Jump if you want to taste My kisses in the night then Jump, jump for my love You told me I'm the only woman for you (MUSIC CONCLUDES) (SHOWERS TRICKLE) (LAUGHTER) (DOOR OPENS) Hey, sailor.
- Howdy, cowboy.
- (VINCENT MARTINO CHUCKLES) How's it hangin'? Oh by a thread.
Yeah, what's the problem? Nothing too big.
Townhouse is okay.
It's just here and the bar, man, they're just not showing up in numbers.
So, this is still a little light.
Is that gonna be cool? (SIGHS) It ain't your fault.
You know Rudy knows what you're dealing with down here.
Does he? I don't know, man.
They might end up just shutting us all down, bathhouses.
Back rooms, too.
Who knows, you know, maybe that'd be better, you know, for prevention.
You know, safety.
I say keep the fucking where you can see it.
Talk to people, teach 'em what works, what doesn't work.
Don't just close down the buildings.
Buildings don't make people fucking sick.
You know, see, you're smart about this.
Maybe you should run for office.
For what? Town whore? You'd be a shoe-in.
- Fuck you.
(LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS) But, uh you're okay, right? Me? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sure.
I'm good.
Okay.
- All right, Paul.
- Yeah, good to see you.
- SEAN: Nice.
Very nice.
- PORN ACTRESS: 'Kay.
Hang on! SEAN: Carl, swing over to Roy.
- He's got his line coming up.
- Service! PORN ACTRESS #2: Ooh! Thanks, Tyra! SEAN: Angylene, keep doing what you're doing.
That's great.
Kimmy, lean over Roy a little more.
I want your tits right in his face.
There you go.
Okay, Roy.
Oh, it's so wrong.
But so right.
SEAN: Lori, cheat forward.
Yes.
Mike, assume the position.
- (GAGS) - Closer.
Let me show you how we do it in Iowa.
What? No, no! We're gonna have to cut.
- No.
- Cut, cut, cu What is it? Uh, no gag.
I don't do gags.
And what's with the corn? He's your hick cousin.
From the sticks.
- So he brought corn? - Yeah.
- Just go with it.
- Can I talk to you for a minute? He was going for my ass.
So what? You cleaned, right? (SCOFFS) Lori, we're paying you rate for anal.
Not with vegetables, you're not.
Did you clear this with Kiki? I don't clear every scene with your agent.
Well, maybe you should.
It's my name on the box that sells your product.
I'm Lori fucking Madison.
I'm not some bimbo who's willing to do anything just to be in a movie.
Okay, I am the fucking movie.
Now, you're telling me I have to shove produce up my ass? - Lori - And who the fuck is that? He owns the house.
Gets to watch.
Fuck you.
Fuck him.
Where's the phone? Hey! Sh-Sh-Sh-Shay! You okay? Is Rodney here? Rodney? No, wait You got a ginger ale? Yeah, sure, hon.
Come sit down.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) ABBY PARKER: Can I make you something hot? Uh just just this, thanks.
It's good.
My mother believed in ginger ale.
A cure-all.
(CHUCKLES) "Ma, I got a cold.
" "Drink ginger ale.
" "Ma, my foot hurts.
" "Drink ginger ale.
" "Ma, I got run over by a lawn mower.
" "Drink ging" (COUGHS VIOLENTLY) Come on, Shay.
Please sit down.
I'm okay.
Just need a second.
Could Could I have some more? Why don't you finish this one first, huh? (SHAY SIGHS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) And the image keeps coming back.
It's like a theme or like a motif, I guess.
And I want there to be a really intense point of view, so I'm building that into the script.
And I'm gonna write this one myself.
I'm gonna try.
I've been talkin' to the girls.
I've been hearing their stories.
- Eileen, I - Yeah? Well, I don't want to interrupt your conceptualizing.
- No.
- Uh, I want to reiterate I'm not funding this one.
I am not kidding.
I can't be on this ride with you.
Have I asked you for anything? I don't want your money, Harvey.
What I want is your ear.
Or can I not bounce an idea off you now? HARVEY WASSERMAN: No, of course.
I'm sorry.
Bounce away.
B wait.
First, just I need a favor.
And it's money for both of us.
Right? You still need to pay the rent, right? So we're shooting tonight.
Tony flaked.
He checked himself into fucking rehab.
You gotta cover.
You g you hav please.
It's a couple scenes.
Here.
Only scenes outstanding are self-pleasure in a bathtub and principals straight fucking while French maid looks on.
And then does the maid join them? What are the chances? WOMAN: H.
W.
International Films.
- Genius.
- WOMAN: How can I help you? How'd you ever come up with that plot pivot? Fuck, Harvey, all this talk about your film appreciation.
French New Wave, fucking Godard, Charbroil, it's all talk.
- It's Chabrol.
It's Chabrol.
- Yeah.
I know it's Chabrol.
I'm making a fucking joke.
You lose your sense of humor when you lost your soul? That's Hey, Eileen, that's not fair.
That's not fair.
No, no, no, no.
Stay.
Here, stay.
Talk about your movie.
You are a fucking sellout.
Lor, I got girls in my office right now who'll do this in a heartbeat and shoot popcorn out of their ass to boot.
LORI MADISON: What about that creepy shit watching? I don't like it.
Babe, you're just gonna have to grin and bear it for now.
Okay? LORI: I didn't agree to any of this.
Lori, I need you to be a team player.
Sean Howard is the hottest director working right now, and this is how he rolls.
This is an important gig, okay? Fuck, Kiki! - Lori - Whatever! (SNORTS) ROY: I'm gonna plow your field.
ANGELYNE: Hmm, sow those oats, Johnny Jr.
(EXHALES) (GRUNTS) Just don't tell Aunt Sharon.
And cut.
Roy, keep the wood.
Are we good? Hallelujah.
But not in my ass.
RECEPTIONIST: Just sign sign there.
(GRUNTS, COUGHS VIOLENTLY) Abby Parker, I need to see Dr.
Wells if she's in.
She's here, but unless you have an appointment Get her on the phone and tell her that Abby is in the waiting area and she has someone who needs her assistance right now.
Abby? Abby with the envelopes.
Dr.
Wells, can you come to reception? - (SHAY COUGHING) - That's great.
Thank you.
It's bronchitis.
I get it every winter.
I got ya hot tea and a roll.
Thought you were gonna make me chicken soup.
I can run to the deli.
I'm shitting you.
(LORETTA CHUCKLES) ABBY: This is embarrassing that I don't know this, but what's your last name? Brody.
Brody.
And you spell Shay with a It's It's Lila, actually.
Lila Brody.
Yeah, nice Jewish girl.
Then you can make your own damn chicken soup.
- Fuck you.
- (BOTH LAUGH) Miss Parker? VINCENT: So, what you're telling me is that you're having problems with your people.
RUDY PIPILO: Not personally, no.
But the organization is in, like, disarray.
So, you good with them? I never see the big guy.
He don't come out of that castle.
Built out on Staten Island with the columns and marble and the silk dressing gowns like fucking Liberace.
Fucks his maid with his wife in the next room.
I mean, that's the mother of your kids.
Show some respect.
Yeah.
I don't know.
I don't think he's gonna last.
So, what will happen if he goes? Gotti and them, they'll make a play.
They're animals.
And what's all this have to do with me? They're gonna start taking 15 percent from us instead of ten.
So, I need you to work harder, Vincent.
More promotions in the clubs.
Whatever you gotta do in the parlors and the peeps to increase revenue.
About all that, Rudy.
You know On Paul's side of things, there's this sickness.
You know, he's not stealin'.
He's light 'cause he's light.
Yeah, I know.
That's some frightening shit going on.
But Paul aside Yeah, I'll do my best, Rudy.
RUDY: I know you will.
- So, you got a new car.
- Yeah.
Eighty-five Mark.
What's with the phone? It was an option.
I mean, I could never talk business on this thing, but shit, I had to have it.
So, this one owns this one who's doing business as this one.
Until this one why is this so complicated? We're not used to this process exactly.
In the past, we haven't typically pursued - the building owners.
- Why not? Because in America, constable, property is sacred.
Historically, we don't wanna touch the real estate.
We've gone after legal entities, running businesses within the buildings.
Unless the owners were a party to the illicit operation.
But now we covet the property.
Well, we don't.
But finally, there are people who do, and there's money to lure them in.
One point seven billion - for the 42nd Street Development Fund.
- That's right.
So dig deep.
DR.
KAREN WELLS: I don't know how she's still standing.
She's got fluid in her lungs, raging throat infection.
Yeast infection, it could be staph.
I'll squeeze her into St.
Vincent's.
- She has no insurance.
- We'll work it out.
Thank you.
We owe you, Abby.
Your donations? They help us through the rough patches.
So, um do you think I mean, she's used needles.
What you see in your experience, I mean, if this was your friend? If this was my friend, I'd be doing the exact same thing you're doing.
Hi, this is Dr.
Wells.
(MOANS) Oh yeah, baby.
Give it to her.
(MOANS) Yeah.
(SNEEZES) All right, let's cut.
Nobody likes to watch dead people fuck.
Just tell us what you need.
Do you want more action? (SIGHS) This is so fucking lame.
Christina, you're supposed to be a French maid, right? CHRISTINA: Yeah.
So, speak French.
(FRENCH ACCENT) Oh my god! Daddy! Oui, oui! Oh, Mon Dieu.
(MOANS) Mm.
BeÂbeÂ.
Quel homme, quel homme Wow.
I'm Canadian.
Où est la bibliotheque? Why don't you get on top of him? We roll.
J'ai Mmm le livre.
It's ridiculous.
Yeah, it's ridiculous, but it's a little better.
And what about me? What do I do? I want you to stay hard and let the ladies riff.
Ooh, cassoulet! Touchez-moi! Touché.
Ooh, la, la.
Such a big croissant.
- Oui, oui.
(MOANING) - (LAUGHING) These tapes.
Some are a mess.
But some are great.
And they're all real.
I mean, real people fucking on video.
It's the golden goose.
DiBi gets us out there, we'll be making it hand over fist.
- You seeing him tonight? - Yeah, later.
Don't make me look bad.
I vouched for you.
Me? Never.
So he's the king of porn, huh? Guess that makes me the prince, right? Yeah.
Hey, what time you got? You're askin' me the time and you're lookin' at your watch? What, are you getting high on our own supply? Hey, would you shut up with that in here? - All right? - What are you, stupid? Hey, I'm not stupid.
I'm going.
You comin'? No, I'm stayin'.
- Stayin', huh? - Yeah.
(POP MUSIC PLAYING) JOEY DWYER: What are you doing? Get off me! Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme! Hey, fatter lines, dude.
Fatter lines.
This time, we're gonna huff it through a C-note.
Let me get in there.
(SNORTING) Yeah! (SNORTING) TRENT: All right! Leave some for me.
WOMAN: Hey, you bring enough for everybody? It's a party, right? Enjoy, baby.
Dude, I shit you not.
That intel you slid me today.
Fucking choice! I shit you not, man! If this deal goes through Hey, one hand washes the other, right? Dude, you rock, my man.
You fucking rock.
Hey, yo What the fuck? Where's my Benjamin? Yo, that shit's funny.
Dude.
Yo.
Hey.
Who took it, motherfucker? - Who you talkin' to? - Dude, who fucking took it? MAN: What are you gonna fucking do about it, huh? - Yeah, what are you gonna do? - TRENT: Fuck you, pussy.
Fuck - Get your hands off me.
- Yo, Trent, chill.
- We're good, Mike.
He's fine.
- Is there a problem, big guy? - Get off.
- Let's go.
Wait Wait, Mike.
Look, he's my buddy.
Come on.
Yo, get this ape the fuck off me.
- Walk! - TRENT: Yo! - Fuck! Yo, Joey! - BIG MIKE: Walk! TRENT: Fuck Get (DOOR SLAMS) - You're fucking dead! - (POUNDING ON DOOR) (MUSIC PLAYING) (PANTING) (RATS SHRIEK) Operator, I need the police.
(APPLAUSE) As the curtain falls on our final performance (CHUCKLES) What curtain? We can't afford one.
Okay, I will do the comedy.
Thank you.
I just want to say it's been amazing working with all you brilliant souls, especially my genius co-star, the hunk with a heart of gold, Mr.
Tod Lang.
Get over here.
C'mon.
(APPLAUSE) I could've done it without you, but it would've been much more exhausting.
(AUDIENCE LAUGHS) No, really.
This is deep for me.
I won't forget it.
Or all of you.
Thanks.
(APPLAUSE) FRANKIE MARTINO: Look, Mr.
DiBernardo, what would you say if I told you I'm sitting on hundreds of tapes of the hottest amateur porn out there.
I'm talking raw, real, ready to go.
- With hundreds more comin'.
- Yeah? The amateur market is burning up right now.
People want real people.
They don't want the pretend.
I know the market.
And I've seen your movies.
They don't exactly float my boat.
No, no, no.
You don't get it.
I was makin' "fake" real.
This is "real" real, you understand? Who knew that couples in Yonkers and Westchester and everywhere else, they were lighting it up like this? Normally, these movies, they don't do it for me.
But these tapes right here, they get your dick so hard, a cat can't scratch it.
(CHUCKLES) This is the next big thing.
But who am I tellin'? You got an eye for this, right? So, you interested? No offense but you're carrying your product in a grocery bag.
You spring it on me with no way to watch.
And your shirt is missing a button.
So right away, I'm not impressed.
FRANKIE: Must've just popped.
Leave your stuff here.
If I like, I'll sell it nationwide.
I take 60 percent.
Of what? The gross.
Uh wh what if I got other suppliers or whatnot Our guest'll get out here.
(DOOR OPENS) We didn't go nowheres.
(PAUL PLAYS PIANO BRIEFLY) (PAUL SIPS EXCITEDLY) I am so proud of you, baby.
(KNOCKING) JASON STEVEN COHEN: Tod Oh.
TOD LANG: Come in.
(LAUGHS) Jason Steven Cohen, Public Theater.
Glen said you might come.
Yeah, your director and I go way back.
He told me I had to come see you in this, and he was right.
So, we're mounting the new Christopher Durang play in the spring.
Jerry Zaks is directing.
- TOD: Okay.
- Jerry Zaks.
Yeah, and it's still early, but there's a role that I think might have your name on it.
I'd love for Chris and Jerry to meet you.
Would you would you give me a call? What? Whoa COHEN: You have this built-in irony or It's very specific.
It's It's perfect for Durang's work.
- All right, we'll talk.
- TOD: Thanks, man! (CHUCKLING) All right, thank you.
Man, I wish he didn't just tell me.
I'm not gonna sleep now.
(POUNDS TABLE) PAUL HENDRICKSON: Wait, you're still shooting the soap for the next few months though, right? Uh, yeah.
That's what they said.
PAUL: So, if you get this other thing I can do both.
Shit is finally cracking open for me.
I'm gonna I'm gonna say no to something? You're gonna burn it at both ends.
Oh, look who's talking.
You won't even see a doctor so don't lecture me.
I'm lecturing you.
Come on.
Hey, you know my thing.
I just assume that I have it.
Okay.
Baby, we we have to be smart with our bodies especially.
Okay? And not push too hard.
That's what I'm saying.
I'm asking.
Please.
Can we not talk about this tonight? Shit.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey.
We're here now.
Okay.
("LOVE IS THE MESSAGE" BY MFSB PLAYS) VINCENT: One for good measure! Bottoms up! - Whoa! - SERGEANT TANNER: Police! SERGEANT TANNER: Make way! NYPD! Hang on one second.
VINCENT: Hey, can I help you? Yeah, liquor license, please.
Uh, we've already been through that.
Your liquor license should be prominently displayed.
Is it prominently displayed? - Uh, like I said last time - So operating without a license.
Now, are you aware there are illegal drug transactions taking place in this establishment? No, I am not.
What about underage drinking.
You aware of that? - Officer - Hey, cut the music.
Hit the lights.
Please.
Don't do that.
Folks.
Folks, this place is now closed.
Kindly make your way to the exit.
Come on, man! You can't search us.
It's illegal.
Folks You can keep your drugs.
I don't give a fuck.
Just go get high somewhere else.
Let's go, people.
Move.
Come on.
- (CLAMORING) - (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) Hey.
Haddix! Haddix! What the fuck?! You come now? This is peak time for me.
Peak! It ain't me or mine, Vince.
All right, I'm sorry.
These new guys, they're fucking cowboys.
All right, well then get 'em in order.
I can't do it.
Ain't my boys.
Anyway, nobody asked me for my vote when they passed the padlock law.
I can only do so much for you now.
Then what the fuck am I paying you for, huh? I'm sorry, Vince.
I'm sorry.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Fuck! BISHOP: John, you're sealed with the gift - of the Holy Spirit.
- CONFIRMEE: Amen.
- Peace be with you.
- CONFIRMEE: And also with you.
You smell nice.
Thank you.
I always smell nice for church.
That the father that took your virginity? Gray hair.
BISHOP: We seal with a gift to the Holy Spirit.
- The gray haired one.
- BISHOP: Peace be with you.
He's shitting bricks.
Told him the bishop's gotta slap his face.
The hell you tell him that for? - To fuck with him.
- Shh! BISHOP: Peter, you're sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.
- Peace be with you.
- (WHISPERS) Here we go.
- I present Luke.
- BISHOP: Luke, you're sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.
- Amen.
- BISHOP: Peace be with you.
(CHUCKLES) All right.
LORETTA: She looks cold.
(HEART MONITOR BEEPS) See, this is why you should have stuck with us.
- Who? - (LORETTA SIGHS) Women Against Porn.
Loretta, I helped kickstart the whole fucking thing.
To add to the irony, I did it with half a dozen - of the parlor envelopes.
- I know.
I was there.
Yeah, when I did it, it was informational.
It was about awareness.
It wasn't a goddamn frontal assault on the freedom of speech.
Dworkin, MacKinnon, what they're doing with the censorship stuff.
The city ordinances and now they're trying to get in bed with Reagan, Meese, - and those fucking shitheads.
- So what? Now it's not about marching around, leading housewives from Scarsdale around the Deuce for show-me tours.
Now, they're changing shit.
How? By trashing the First Amendment? The First Amendment isn't about fuck movies, Abby.
It's about important things.
Ideas and shit.
If you don't use it for the fuck films, it's not gonna be there for the ideas.
- The problem with these - Hey.
You bitches do go on.
(LORETTA LAUGHS) Shit.
Sorry, babe.
How you doin', Shay? CHURCH MEMBER: Good job, you guys! Hey, you did good.
Didn't I tell ya you'd do good? You take that.
Don't show your mother.
- Say thank you, Patrick.
- Thank you.
It hurt when the guy slapped ya? - So stupid.
- (VINCENT LAUGHS) What this jadrool do? Nothin', huh? That's who you choose for a sponsor over me? What are you talkin' about? Helped him pick his name.
Helped him say his prayers, didn't I, Paddy-o? - No.
- What? Well, you did good anyway.
You made your grandpa very proud.
Hey, Dad.
I've been meaning to talk to you.
I got this bachelor party coming up, guy from work.
We're gonna rent a suite at the Milford.
I wanted to get some girls up there.
You know, just to dance and shit.
I thought, uh I thought maybe from the parlor.
Sounds like a pain in my ass.
Won't be cheap.
We'll talk.
Bobby.
Bob we going? Frannie, Uncle Nicky says we gotta go in your car.
Ah, she's driving me frickin' nuts.
Okay, Mama.
All right.
Joey, you're coming with me.
But you're putting money away? Kinda.
Look, I can say this to you.
You know how to hear it.
This thing doesn't last forever.
Not for anyone.
Not for you.
With the reputation you're getting now.
Reputation because I didn't want a corn cob shoved up my ass? It's not just that.
Come on.
Why don't you try sending me out for some actual legit work? I can do other stuff, you know.
I don't have those contacts.
Make some calls.
This is Hollywood, right? You're on the other side of the hill from Hollywood, in case you didn't notice.
You want straight film work, you need a straight agent.
I'm not gonna lie to you about who I am or what I bring.
I thought you were on my side.
I am on your side.
LORI: Mm.
Which is why I want you to go in there and say yes to everything.
This is Vibrance.
Traci Lords did like a dozen titles with them last year.
The whole "Best of Lori Madison" thing doesn't happen without this.
It's your shot.
So, go finish this Sean Howard movie, and finish strong.
Your tanning booths are ready.
I gotta hit the ladies' room first.
TESSIE: Gotta turn it, Frannie.
Otherwise, it's gonna be dry.
Okay, Mama.
I hope you have enough.
These people are morta de fams.
Rita, what are you cleaning up for? Come on.
FRAN: Here comes the ziti.
Pardon me.
So, you're happy though.
On the job? - JOEY: Yeah, I love it.
- Good.
Yeah, you know, the trading floor, you need elbows so I fit right in.
Some of the other guys, they went to college I don't know, they're smart, but not street smart.
Gives me an edge.
- Well, good.
Good.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Bob, right? - How are you? Nice to see you.
So think you might want to invest? I mean, if I get like a tip.
No.
Your Uncle Frankie is a gambler.
Not me.
Well, it wouldn't really be a gamble if you catch my drift.
FRAN: I'll get another one.
So full of shit.
(CHUCKLES) I I wasn't even being a smart ass.
- I was very practically minded.
- Still a pisser.
FRANKIE: Listen to this one though.
- So, no Abby? - CHRISTINA: Frankie! FRANKIE: Beautiful woman right here.
- She had a thing.
- Mother of my children.
CHRISTINA: That's right.
FRANKIE: Apple of my eye.
VINCENT: My dad's all over this fucking broad.
DOMINIC MARTINO: You're the sweetest thing in the room, baby.
- There was a time - You gotta be kidding me.
- I'll be right back.
- PATRICK: You mean Ms.
Edwards? - She's my CCE teacher.
- Tessie.
- Disgrace.
- We're at a party.
- It's not It's not a wake.
- I can't believe you.
(CHUCKLES) What's this gagootz telling you now, huh? He's so freaking full of shit, this one.
Don't believe a word he says.
He's so crooked, you know You have to screw him into the grave.
You listen to Daddy, but come here, - let me tell you something.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You know, 86 for you.
I'm only fooling.
I'm fooling.
You know I love my sonny boy, you know that.
Yeah, you're looking good together, you two.
FRAN: You want me to get you some meatballs? Just try not to fuck it up this time, huh? FRAN: I got lasagna.
Hey, where you goin', sugar cake? FRAN: You seen the Thompsons since they moved? Hey.
We gotta book.
Kids.
I love your purse.
Louis Vuitton.
I know.
Hey.
Talk to you a minute.
- Come here.
- Yeah, sure.
Don't be long.
So how are the kids? Come here.
What? What's up with you and Rudy? Huh? This whole video thing or whatever.
DiBernardo? - What? Nothing? - "Nothing"? He's not happy, Frankie.
Fuck Rudy fucking Pipilo.
This is my own thing from the ground up.
Frankie! We have the sitter.
Yeah.
Listen, just keep it simple for once.
You worry too much, brother.
See ya.
I want some more eggplant parm.
You? Sure.
RUDY: You, uh, you can't keep up with the technology.
I heard where they're gonna have a hologram machine.
It'll be like the girl's standing right there and you can fuck her for real.
Only in the air or whatever.
You believe this? - We're gonna fuck the air now.
- (CHUCKLES) - RUDY: Ah, madonn' ah - Scoragiatto So, fucking DiBernardo.
You know he's poaching from me now? As if he ain't got enough already.
How do you know this? Guy called me.
DiBernardo made a side deal with one of my people.
Right under my nose.
- Who? - RUDY: Some asshole, don't matter.
I don't even know how he got to the kid.
Point is, he should be bouncing it back to me.
- I'm owed, Carmine.
- So take it outta your guy.
I gotta pee.
My fucking prostrate, man.
Yeah, join the club.
Hey, listen, if I don't see ya Don't get up.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - QUACK: Hey.
- GOTTI: How's it goin'? BAR KID: Well, look who it is! Good to see you fellas! Uh, these gavones.
BAR KID: All right, let's get you guys some drinks.
Oh, hey, Carmine, how you doin'? Sit a minute.
WILLIE BOY: I lost big money on that team the other day.
They got no heart, that Ozone Park crew.
No class.
- Look at 'em.
- TOMMY LONGO: Hmm.
The garbage they're moving now.
The drugs? QUACK: Just God's way of keeping you humble.
Guess that that's where the money is.
That shit'll bring you down fast.
BAR KID: Lemme know if there's anything else I can get ya.
QUACK: Will do, kid.
Want another? - GOTTI: Nah.
- Fucking Gotti.
Basta.
Let's go.
WILLIE BOY: How you doin'? MAN: Pretty good, pretty good.
You take care.
WILLIE BOY: Yeah, see you.
HANK JAFFE: So, what do you do? CANDY: Um I make films.
I make erotic films.
With a feminist bent.
Femme erotica, I call it.
Basically, it's skin flicks.
It's porn.
Yeah, I make porn.
It's different, um, I do it different.
It's not your usual fare But I'm a pornographer.
And I've been a porn actress.
So, there it is.
You watch much porn? - I've seen some.
- CANDY: Mm-hmm.
So, did you recognize me? On New Year's Eve? I'm just trying to understand what's in your head.
A beautiful woman alone at a bar.
That's all.
If I had recognized you, is that a problem? Or is it a problem now that I know? (CLEARS THROAT) Is telling me supposed to scare me? Well, I've just, uh you know, I've met a lot of guys who say they don't care and what they really mean is they wanna fuck the porn chick, and then once they cross that off their list, you know.
I can't speak for other guys.
- No.
- I do admit, this is - this a new one for me.
- Mm-hmm.
But, hey, I know I don't scare.
So, um, what do you do? Uh, financing.
Company wants to buy another, I help make it happen.
- Mm.
Here in the city? - I keep an apartment here, but my workplace is all over.
- (CHUCKLES) So effusive! - I'm more interested in you.
- Uh-huh.
- Where'd you grow up? - I grew up in Queens, early on.
- HANK: Mm-hmm.
And then, uh And then I was on the street for many years.
I was a prostitute.
(CHUCKLES) Nothing? Bullshit.
Don't judge me so quickly.
Your story is intriguing, but it's not everything.
I'm more interested in tonight.
And what happens next.
Yeah, this wine's got me loopy.
Well, in that case (GUESTS CHATTING AND LAUGHING) (LAUGHS BASHFULLY) You have this glow.
- (CANDY CHUCKLES) - Actual glow.
Do you know that about yourself? The drink.
No, it's not.
Cheers.
(GLASSES CLINK) - (FOOD SIZZLING) - We're not playing.
Oh, I know you're not.
That first moment when you let 'em know what's what? Whip off your bag lady disguise or whatever like, bam! (CHUCKLES) Super Girl, Cop Edition.
Mm-hmm.
On your feet, at the punk, and he's down and cuffed all in one motion.
Oh, I could watch you do that all day.
I could watch you comb through files all day.
ALSTON: (CHUCKLES) Low blow.
JENNIFER: (GIGGLES) Poor guy.
Still no progress? Going through land records, corporate assessments, corporate charters.
You know those dolls where there's one inside another inside another? - Well, it's like that.
- And? And nothing yet.
There's more than one way to skin a cat.
I found there were two fires at that property last year, so, maybe I get the fire marshal aboard.
We make 'em answer some fire reg violations.
- See if a real name surfaces.
- Better yet, if the marshal can say they were arsons, you'd have a pattern of set fires.
You can open up a criminal investigation.
That'll get you a court order for those named owners, right? Hm.
Clever.
So, you're not just another pretty girl cop after all.
- Oh, missed.
- (LAUGHS) DR.
OSER: All right.
Before we go through your blood panel, let's make sure you understand what it will tell us - and what it won't.
- Oh, Jesus.
DR.
OSER: We're not currently able to test for the virus that causes AIDS, the H.
T.
L.
V.
-3 virus.
Hopefully soon, but not yet.
What we can do is measure your white blood cells, specifically, your C.
D.
-4 count, - which we believe - I don't know what you're saying, Doc.
You're freaking me out.
I'm trying to give an overview of where the testing stands at this moment - and what - Just tell me the fucking Where does it say the answer? Mr.
Dwyer.
Your blood work shows a healthy CD-4 count.
Your immune system overall is quite robust.
So, I don't have it? I see no indication of exposure to the virus, no.
Oh, Christ! (CHUCKLES) Here's a tip, lead with that.
You give a guy a heart attack.
- (WOMEN MOANING) - (BANGING) RUDY: This goddamn thing.
Ah, shit.
These tokens, huh? These have gotta be caked in jizz.
- Here, hold those.
- FRANKIE: Ugh, what the fuck - (COINS JINGLE) - FRANKIE: C'mon, Rudy, I don't wanna be in here with you, Rudy.
Why don't you just tell me whatever you wanna tell me.
Hey.
This is Show Land, right? Not Tell Land.
I want you to see what you're dealing with.
See it.
Okay, wait.
Watch.
- FRANKIE: What? - RUDY: After this.
(MAN AND WOMAN SEXUALLY GROANING) Now.
- FRANKIE: Why is it changing? - RUDY: Just watch.
MAN ON VIDEO: You're so pretty.
- Probably the prettiest girl - Ah, Jesus, she's a kid.
- GIRL ON VIDEO: Really? - MAN: Yeah.
Don't you know? - You have such nice blue eyes.
- Ah The fuck is this? They bury this shit in the reels, few minutes at a time.
The perverts know where to find it.
This is playing here in one of your booths, Francis.
You didn't even know about it, did you? I don't wanna see this.
Brought to you by your good buddy, Robert DiBernardo.
Biggest name in kiddie porn.
Distributes more of this filth than anybody.
That's who you wanna be in business with? I don't have nothing to do with this.
- What's your point? - You wanna deal with a pervert, it's up to you.
It's your head on the pillow at night.
You should have brought your amateur thing to me first, Francis, okay? You're in my crew.
I told you fucking no, Rudy.
- (BANGING ON WALL) - BOOTH CUSTOMER: Keep it down! Ay, mind your business! Look, you want my loyalty? You shoulda cut me in when I proved I was an earner.
Instead, you fucked me.
So, get your hands outta my fucking pocket.
BOOTH CUSTOMER: Shut the fuck up! FRANKIE: I'm fucking done talking about this! Fuck! And fuck you, pencil dick! (INDISTINCT CHATTER, WOMAN MOANING) BOBBY DWYER: Tonight, while you're out in the field, all communication is by beeper.
Out in the field.
Like it's the military! Yes, commander.
Black Frankie will stay on site with you, as well as drive you to and from the venue.
I have a question.
What do you do? We're out there working our pussy, Black Frankie is taking us back and forth, - Bernice is behind the desk - I don't got time to explain to you how management works.
Just give 'em the beepers.
Ladies.
Miss Madison, you are wrapped.
(SIGHS) Thank you, you have been so helpful today.
Oh, you're so sweet! My pleasure.
Here you go.
- What's this? - You can cash it tomorrow.
Cash it tomorrow? I sucked a dick today.
The neighbors called the fucking pigs.
- Fuck! - (PEOPLE CLAMORING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - WOMAN: Please! LORI: So fucking sick of this fucking shit! Fuck! MONICA: Wait, where are you going? LORI: Fuck.
Shit.
(SIREN WAILING) (GRUNTS) Fuck.
Fuck! - (SIREN CONTINUES) - (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) (PEOPLE WHOOPING, LAUGHING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) WALL STREET YUPPIE: For both of us.
Hell yeah! ("THE MEDICINE SONG" BY STEPHANIE MILLS PLAYS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER) Money, money, money.
- WOMAN: Whatever you want! - Thank you thank you, thank you.
Mama's gonna give you some medicine Woo! It's a party in there.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah, I shit you not.
Seven guys, 300 a head, that's 2100.
You got them mathematical skills.
No wonder you're on Wall Street.
But seriously? We could charge a lot more.
Maybe even build in a little more for me, I mean, this could be a whole new line of business right here, you know? Woo! STEPH: And I'm thinking, how much? For a book he hasn't written yet? Can I interest you in a few paintings I haven't painted? - (ALL CHUCKLE) - STEPH: No, really, these advances are nuts! - For who? Not me.
- That's my point.
All the money goes to celebrity authors, real writers get screwed.
Speaking of where all the money goes, did you buy your yacht yet, Mr.
Fortune 500? - (LAUGHS) - Why not two yachts? His and hers, sounds serious.
- We'll see where it goes, right? - You betcha.
So, Eileen, what do you do to pay the bills? - Mm.
I work in film.
- Have we seen you in something? Nah, I'm more behind the camera, really.
Uh, I'm a porn director.
Eileen is being modest.
She is known for high quality femme erotica.
- Right? - Yeah, you betcha.
(ALL GIGGLING) PHIL: Femme erotica? So that's all women? No, no, it's men too.
It's everybody.
It's full on.
You know, we don't hold back.
STEPH: Okay, I have about eight million questions.
- Okay, shoot.
- MARK: Oh, boy, here we go.
(GASPS) Reg, gotta know, was he one of yours? Who, what? The guy who was just on the stairs? Oh, God damn it, no.
Was he cute? - Oh, mega.
- Oh, fuck.
- Yeah.
- Probably 408.
She get all the fly ones, ol' spoiled bitch.
(BOTH GIGGLING) Ay, come smoke a bowl with me.
Um okay.
(AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SILVERWARE CLINKING) EMPLOYEE: Here you are, five.
Have fun.
("FATAL CRASH IMMERSED THE START" BY MODERN ART PLAYS) (MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES) (MUFFLED LAUGHTER) PATRON: Slow down! Slow down! Slow down! (PATRON GROANS) PATRON 2: Fuck me harder! Come on! MAN: You like it, right? Take that! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! MALE VOICE: Hola, Papi.
Hey, daddy.
(MAN MOANING SEXUALLY) No, because Miss Thing was trying to be all fierce.
She was like ('LET THE MUSIC PLAY" BY SHANNON PLAYS) We started dancing And love put us in - (THUDS) - Oh! (MELISSA LAUGHS) We fell out! Miss One needed emergency services, - do you hear me? E.
M.
S.
, honey! - (LAUGHING) Oh, my God! - I am gagging! - Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Did I show you what Marc-Steven bequeathed unto me? No.
I thought it was clear The plan was we would share This feeling just between ourselves - Oh, my God.
- Worn by Miss Diana Ross to the 1976 Grammy Awards the year she was nominated for Best R&B Vocal Performance for "Love Hangover.
" (SINGING) If there's a cure for this Oh, you don't believe me? Provenance, darling.
- Prov-e-nance.
- Okay, this is - This is, like, fucking major! - Okay, bitch? The upside to all of your friends dropping dead.
(MELISSA LAUGHING) ("ONCE IN A LIFETIME" BY TALKING HEADS PLAYS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Letting the days go by Water flowing underground Into the blue again After the money's gone Once in a lifetime Water flowing underground You may ask yourself What is that beautiful house? You may ask yourself Where does that Highway go to? And you may ask yourself Am I right? Am I wrong? And you may say to yourself "My God! What have I done?" (ELEVATOR DINGS) Letting the days go by Water flowing underground (INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER SPEAKER) ("THE DEUCE" THEME MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC PLAYS) ABBY PARKER: If you could do one thing, what would it be? Hi.
FRANKIE MARTINO: It's not how it looks.
What's it look like, Frankie? (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) EILEEN MERRELL: But to me, people are weighed down by how other people see them.
I mean, I'm gonna live my life for someone else's idea of what's normal.
There is no normal.
Normal is a lie.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)
This is my fifth.
I know you've been working these wolf packs, that's our problem too.
What do you need? Why are you trying to put the touch on me? My spots have taken a hit with this disease on the street.
Our content has to change.
Into what? New Wave Hookers Incorporated.
What can I do you for? If I had to make that kind of trash, I would get the fuck out of porn.
- CROWD: Five! - We gotta stay out in front of this.
- Four! - It's not an airborne disease.
- Three! - OFFICER: Police, freeze! GREG: Good for you, get right back in the saddle.
CROWD: Two! One! To all the great things coming down the pike.
(DOORBELL RINGS) (CAR HORN HONKS) Ho, Fat Mooney.
Or should I say Skinny Malink.
Where's your friends? The Magic Man, right on time.
Ah, so listen, they're not here yet.
Oh.
All right, well, while we're waitin', I got some new tapes.
Whatcha got? Hungry, Hungry Housewives.
It's about a bunch of housewives that are hungry, but you know, for fucking.
- Yeah, I gathered.
- Yeah.
Sizzling, real-life action.
100 percent homemade.
So how many? Ehh a dozen or so.
More comin'.
So, you copy all these off the master? 'Cause, Frankie, I mean that last batch, I mean, - you know, some were grainy as hell.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, it was an equipment problem.
Me and Irene, we upgraded our shit.
- All right, then that's fair.
- (MAN COUGHING) Hey, pal! It's not a library! They read better at home.
(SCOFFS) - Every day with this shit.
- (DOORBELL RINGS) TINA ROWE: Sorry.
Traffic.
Chaz Rowe.
You must be Mr.
Martino.
This is Tina.
Oh.
TINA: Your reputation precedes you.
Yeah, well, don't believe everything you hear.
At last, a meeting of the minds plus a piece for me.
All right, just go back there, to my office back there.
(SIGHS) I know the way.
Straight down Bondage Alley, right at Fetish Lane.
Come on.
Come on in.
(SIGHS) All right, Chaz.
Uh, stick it right in there.
Let's see what you got.
- Dig this.
- (TINA CHUCKLES) It's our latest.
Cued it up at the good part.
(EXCITED MOANING) (SNIFFS) Wow.
This your, uh, actual living room? Yep, just up in Yonkers.
(DOORBELL RINGS ON VIDEO) CHAZ ROWE: (ON VIDEO) Who could that be? Oh shit, I forgot I ordered a package.
This was all unplanned.
- CHAZ: Gonna get it? - Shit, this is the real deal.
(MOANING) CHAZ: Wait, we should get this.
Hang on.
- Hang on.
- TINA: Okay.
CHAZ: There.
- (BOTH MOANING) - (DOORBELL RINGS) Oh! You shittin' me? This actually happened? CHAZ: Why so surprised? Mr.
Mooney said you shoot amateur porn, too.
- DELIVERY MAN: Sign here - Yeah I mean, I shoot pretend amateur porn.
This is I mean, this is really real.
TINA: (ON VIDEO) Have a good day.
(CHUCKLING) (CHUCKLES) (ALL LAUGH) - What the - (LAUGHING) How long have you been makin' this at your home? Um couple years.
One or two a week.
Plus, we got friends.
Friends? Yeah, we met some people at clubs.
You know, like-minded people.
Friends.
CHAZ: First it was for fun.
Then, we thought wouldn't it be something if we sold these to strangers.
The idea of strangers watching us.
Paying for us.
CHAZ: So we came downtown, talked to a couple of people.
Mr.
Mooney, he thought that Yeah, yeah.
I get it.
You, uh you need distribution.
You have a company, right? Yes, I do.
("DREAMING" BY BLONDIE PLAYS) I don't want to live on charity Pleasure's real or is it fantasy? Reel to reel is living rarity People stop and stare at me We just walk on by We just keep on dreamin' Dream, dream Even for a little while Dream, dream Filling up an idle hour Fade away Radiate I sit by and watch the river flow I sit by and watch the traffic go Imagine something of your very own Something you can have and hold I'd build a road in gold Just to have some dreaming Dreaming is free - Dreaming - Dreaming Dreaming is free MELISSA: When I was in kindergarten, this kid Louis, he used to he used to give me his milk money to look at my vagina.
Extra to touch it.
And he he ended up telling all of his friends.
So - That's how it started.
- Little Louis! With Little Louis.
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES) How about yours? Ah, Jesus.
Um Well, I was a teenager.
Older girl hooked it up.
Probably because she didn't want the trick.
He was, like, 300 pounds.
A huge guy.
MAN: Want that bacon black! And um Oh! It was at a room in The Princess.
Do you remember? Yes.
- The Princess.
Yeah.
- Oh, hell yes.
That place.
And, um, you know, he said all he wanted was a back rub.
I was like easy right? And, um, so he's got this oil he wants me to use.
I I pour it all over him.
And I'm rubbing away.
It takes forever to get this guy covered in oil.
- He's like a fucking mountain.
- (CHUCKLES) You know, after a while, surprise surprise, he gets hard, he says, uh, "Now suck my dick.
" And so, I go down on him.
And I am not fucking kidding you, this motherfucker had not washed in weeks.
Ugh No, the smell, I'm like I was gagging.
And I was thinking I should just jump out the fucking window.
You know, I was just a kid.
Thinking about offing myself.
Just a little kid.
(SIGHS) Anyway, got easier after that.
So, your movie, um it's what it's supposed to be like our stories or? I don't know yet.
MELISSA: Hmm.
I'm still brainstorming.
Candy, you you always worked alone though, right? Never had a man? Nah, wasn't my thing.
Yeah, a man was always a part of it for me.
- Mm-hmm.
- I don't know.
Um Dr.
Joyce Brothers, you do you listen to her? I know who she is.
Yeah, she'd say that it all goes back to my father.
Well, fathers, yeah.
Yeah, mine My father was a stupid, fall down drunk.
You know, old story.
Too cliché for you probably.
I don't think anything's cliché if it's true.
- LEON: Food's coming up shortly.
- I like that.
I don't really know what it means (CHUCKLES) but it sounds good.
Yeah, that's all that matters.
Chicks on a raft, frog sticks.
Eggs in Paradise, whiskey down.
Hopple popple in the alley, - and a couple of Tabs.
- CANDY: Thank you.
MELISSA: Thanks, Leon.
- See what I mean? - (CHUCKLES) (SIREN WAILING) CHRIS ALSTON: Anything at all on the owner? GENE GOLDMAN: It was an LLC.
It's dissolved now.
It's just a shell, anyway.
We haven't been able to identify the owner.
Yet.
So you want me to dig 'em out and hold him up to the light like we do.
You find the guy who holds the actual deed, and he's someone with any kind of public profile, we'll go that way.
If not, we'll have to figure something else out.
You need this block bad, huh? You can spit from here to the new Marriott.
Half these buildings are in turn around.
It's time.
("JUMP (FOR MY LOVE)" BY THE POINTER SISTERS PLAYS) (SINGING) I take you down I take you down Where no one's ever gone before - And if you want more - All right.
They're waiting for you, beautiful.
- You psyched? - Sure.
(CHUCKLES) Look at these gnarly skanks.
You're gonna be the hottest thing on set.
See what you do to me? You do that to every guy.
Go get 'em, baby.
Do that do.
Jump if you want to taste My kisses in the night then Jump, jump for my love You told me I'm the only woman for you (MUSIC CONCLUDES) (SHOWERS TRICKLE) (LAUGHTER) (DOOR OPENS) Hey, sailor.
- Howdy, cowboy.
- (VINCENT MARTINO CHUCKLES) How's it hangin'? Oh by a thread.
Yeah, what's the problem? Nothing too big.
Townhouse is okay.
It's just here and the bar, man, they're just not showing up in numbers.
So, this is still a little light.
Is that gonna be cool? (SIGHS) It ain't your fault.
You know Rudy knows what you're dealing with down here.
Does he? I don't know, man.
They might end up just shutting us all down, bathhouses.
Back rooms, too.
Who knows, you know, maybe that'd be better, you know, for prevention.
You know, safety.
I say keep the fucking where you can see it.
Talk to people, teach 'em what works, what doesn't work.
Don't just close down the buildings.
Buildings don't make people fucking sick.
You know, see, you're smart about this.
Maybe you should run for office.
For what? Town whore? You'd be a shoe-in.
- Fuck you.
(LAUGHS) - (LAUGHS) But, uh you're okay, right? Me? Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sure.
I'm good.
Okay.
- All right, Paul.
- Yeah, good to see you.
- SEAN: Nice.
Very nice.
- PORN ACTRESS: 'Kay.
Hang on! SEAN: Carl, swing over to Roy.
- He's got his line coming up.
- Service! PORN ACTRESS #2: Ooh! Thanks, Tyra! SEAN: Angylene, keep doing what you're doing.
That's great.
Kimmy, lean over Roy a little more.
I want your tits right in his face.
There you go.
Okay, Roy.
Oh, it's so wrong.
But so right.
SEAN: Lori, cheat forward.
Yes.
Mike, assume the position.
- (GAGS) - Closer.
Let me show you how we do it in Iowa.
What? No, no! We're gonna have to cut.
- No.
- Cut, cut, cu What is it? Uh, no gag.
I don't do gags.
And what's with the corn? He's your hick cousin.
From the sticks.
- So he brought corn? - Yeah.
- Just go with it.
- Can I talk to you for a minute? He was going for my ass.
So what? You cleaned, right? (SCOFFS) Lori, we're paying you rate for anal.
Not with vegetables, you're not.
Did you clear this with Kiki? I don't clear every scene with your agent.
Well, maybe you should.
It's my name on the box that sells your product.
I'm Lori fucking Madison.
I'm not some bimbo who's willing to do anything just to be in a movie.
Okay, I am the fucking movie.
Now, you're telling me I have to shove produce up my ass? - Lori - And who the fuck is that? He owns the house.
Gets to watch.
Fuck you.
Fuck him.
Where's the phone? Hey! Sh-Sh-Sh-Shay! You okay? Is Rodney here? Rodney? No, wait You got a ginger ale? Yeah, sure, hon.
Come sit down.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) ABBY PARKER: Can I make you something hot? Uh just just this, thanks.
It's good.
My mother believed in ginger ale.
A cure-all.
(CHUCKLES) "Ma, I got a cold.
" "Drink ginger ale.
" "Ma, my foot hurts.
" "Drink ginger ale.
" "Ma, I got run over by a lawn mower.
" "Drink ging" (COUGHS VIOLENTLY) Come on, Shay.
Please sit down.
I'm okay.
Just need a second.
Could Could I have some more? Why don't you finish this one first, huh? (SHAY SIGHS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) And the image keeps coming back.
It's like a theme or like a motif, I guess.
And I want there to be a really intense point of view, so I'm building that into the script.
And I'm gonna write this one myself.
I'm gonna try.
I've been talkin' to the girls.
I've been hearing their stories.
- Eileen, I - Yeah? Well, I don't want to interrupt your conceptualizing.
- No.
- Uh, I want to reiterate I'm not funding this one.
I am not kidding.
I can't be on this ride with you.
Have I asked you for anything? I don't want your money, Harvey.
What I want is your ear.
Or can I not bounce an idea off you now? HARVEY WASSERMAN: No, of course.
I'm sorry.
Bounce away.
B wait.
First, just I need a favor.
And it's money for both of us.
Right? You still need to pay the rent, right? So we're shooting tonight.
Tony flaked.
He checked himself into fucking rehab.
You gotta cover.
You g you hav please.
It's a couple scenes.
Here.
Only scenes outstanding are self-pleasure in a bathtub and principals straight fucking while French maid looks on.
And then does the maid join them? What are the chances? WOMAN: H.
W.
International Films.
- Genius.
- WOMAN: How can I help you? How'd you ever come up with that plot pivot? Fuck, Harvey, all this talk about your film appreciation.
French New Wave, fucking Godard, Charbroil, it's all talk.
- It's Chabrol.
It's Chabrol.
- Yeah.
I know it's Chabrol.
I'm making a fucking joke.
You lose your sense of humor when you lost your soul? That's Hey, Eileen, that's not fair.
That's not fair.
No, no, no, no.
Stay.
Here, stay.
Talk about your movie.
You are a fucking sellout.
Lor, I got girls in my office right now who'll do this in a heartbeat and shoot popcorn out of their ass to boot.
LORI MADISON: What about that creepy shit watching? I don't like it.
Babe, you're just gonna have to grin and bear it for now.
Okay? LORI: I didn't agree to any of this.
Lori, I need you to be a team player.
Sean Howard is the hottest director working right now, and this is how he rolls.
This is an important gig, okay? Fuck, Kiki! - Lori - Whatever! (SNORTS) ROY: I'm gonna plow your field.
ANGELYNE: Hmm, sow those oats, Johnny Jr.
(EXHALES) (GRUNTS) Just don't tell Aunt Sharon.
And cut.
Roy, keep the wood.
Are we good? Hallelujah.
But not in my ass.
RECEPTIONIST: Just sign sign there.
(GRUNTS, COUGHS VIOLENTLY) Abby Parker, I need to see Dr.
Wells if she's in.
She's here, but unless you have an appointment Get her on the phone and tell her that Abby is in the waiting area and she has someone who needs her assistance right now.
Abby? Abby with the envelopes.
Dr.
Wells, can you come to reception? - (SHAY COUGHING) - That's great.
Thank you.
It's bronchitis.
I get it every winter.
I got ya hot tea and a roll.
Thought you were gonna make me chicken soup.
I can run to the deli.
I'm shitting you.
(LORETTA CHUCKLES) ABBY: This is embarrassing that I don't know this, but what's your last name? Brody.
Brody.
And you spell Shay with a It's It's Lila, actually.
Lila Brody.
Yeah, nice Jewish girl.
Then you can make your own damn chicken soup.
- Fuck you.
- (BOTH LAUGH) Miss Parker? VINCENT: So, what you're telling me is that you're having problems with your people.
RUDY PIPILO: Not personally, no.
But the organization is in, like, disarray.
So, you good with them? I never see the big guy.
He don't come out of that castle.
Built out on Staten Island with the columns and marble and the silk dressing gowns like fucking Liberace.
Fucks his maid with his wife in the next room.
I mean, that's the mother of your kids.
Show some respect.
Yeah.
I don't know.
I don't think he's gonna last.
So, what will happen if he goes? Gotti and them, they'll make a play.
They're animals.
And what's all this have to do with me? They're gonna start taking 15 percent from us instead of ten.
So, I need you to work harder, Vincent.
More promotions in the clubs.
Whatever you gotta do in the parlors and the peeps to increase revenue.
About all that, Rudy.
You know On Paul's side of things, there's this sickness.
You know, he's not stealin'.
He's light 'cause he's light.
Yeah, I know.
That's some frightening shit going on.
But Paul aside Yeah, I'll do my best, Rudy.
RUDY: I know you will.
- So, you got a new car.
- Yeah.
Eighty-five Mark.
What's with the phone? It was an option.
I mean, I could never talk business on this thing, but shit, I had to have it.
So, this one owns this one who's doing business as this one.
Until this one why is this so complicated? We're not used to this process exactly.
In the past, we haven't typically pursued - the building owners.
- Why not? Because in America, constable, property is sacred.
Historically, we don't wanna touch the real estate.
We've gone after legal entities, running businesses within the buildings.
Unless the owners were a party to the illicit operation.
But now we covet the property.
Well, we don't.
But finally, there are people who do, and there's money to lure them in.
One point seven billion - for the 42nd Street Development Fund.
- That's right.
So dig deep.
DR.
KAREN WELLS: I don't know how she's still standing.
She's got fluid in her lungs, raging throat infection.
Yeast infection, it could be staph.
I'll squeeze her into St.
Vincent's.
- She has no insurance.
- We'll work it out.
Thank you.
We owe you, Abby.
Your donations? They help us through the rough patches.
So, um do you think I mean, she's used needles.
What you see in your experience, I mean, if this was your friend? If this was my friend, I'd be doing the exact same thing you're doing.
Hi, this is Dr.
Wells.
(MOANS) Oh yeah, baby.
Give it to her.
(MOANS) Yeah.
(SNEEZES) All right, let's cut.
Nobody likes to watch dead people fuck.
Just tell us what you need.
Do you want more action? (SIGHS) This is so fucking lame.
Christina, you're supposed to be a French maid, right? CHRISTINA: Yeah.
So, speak French.
(FRENCH ACCENT) Oh my god! Daddy! Oui, oui! Oh, Mon Dieu.
(MOANS) Mm.
BeÂbeÂ.
Quel homme, quel homme Wow.
I'm Canadian.
Où est la bibliotheque? Why don't you get on top of him? We roll.
J'ai Mmm le livre.
It's ridiculous.
Yeah, it's ridiculous, but it's a little better.
And what about me? What do I do? I want you to stay hard and let the ladies riff.
Ooh, cassoulet! Touchez-moi! Touché.
Ooh, la, la.
Such a big croissant.
- Oui, oui.
(MOANING) - (LAUGHING) These tapes.
Some are a mess.
But some are great.
And they're all real.
I mean, real people fucking on video.
It's the golden goose.
DiBi gets us out there, we'll be making it hand over fist.
- You seeing him tonight? - Yeah, later.
Don't make me look bad.
I vouched for you.
Me? Never.
So he's the king of porn, huh? Guess that makes me the prince, right? Yeah.
Hey, what time you got? You're askin' me the time and you're lookin' at your watch? What, are you getting high on our own supply? Hey, would you shut up with that in here? - All right? - What are you, stupid? Hey, I'm not stupid.
I'm going.
You comin'? No, I'm stayin'.
- Stayin', huh? - Yeah.
(POP MUSIC PLAYING) JOEY DWYER: What are you doing? Get off me! Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme! Hey, fatter lines, dude.
Fatter lines.
This time, we're gonna huff it through a C-note.
Let me get in there.
(SNORTING) Yeah! (SNORTING) TRENT: All right! Leave some for me.
WOMAN: Hey, you bring enough for everybody? It's a party, right? Enjoy, baby.
Dude, I shit you not.
That intel you slid me today.
Fucking choice! I shit you not, man! If this deal goes through Hey, one hand washes the other, right? Dude, you rock, my man.
You fucking rock.
Hey, yo What the fuck? Where's my Benjamin? Yo, that shit's funny.
Dude.
Yo.
Hey.
Who took it, motherfucker? - Who you talkin' to? - Dude, who fucking took it? MAN: What are you gonna fucking do about it, huh? - Yeah, what are you gonna do? - TRENT: Fuck you, pussy.
Fuck - Get your hands off me.
- Yo, Trent, chill.
- We're good, Mike.
He's fine.
- Is there a problem, big guy? - Get off.
- Let's go.
Wait Wait, Mike.
Look, he's my buddy.
Come on.
Yo, get this ape the fuck off me.
- Walk! - TRENT: Yo! - Fuck! Yo, Joey! - BIG MIKE: Walk! TRENT: Fuck Get (DOOR SLAMS) - You're fucking dead! - (POUNDING ON DOOR) (MUSIC PLAYING) (PANTING) (RATS SHRIEK) Operator, I need the police.
(APPLAUSE) As the curtain falls on our final performance (CHUCKLES) What curtain? We can't afford one.
Okay, I will do the comedy.
Thank you.
I just want to say it's been amazing working with all you brilliant souls, especially my genius co-star, the hunk with a heart of gold, Mr.
Tod Lang.
Get over here.
C'mon.
(APPLAUSE) I could've done it without you, but it would've been much more exhausting.
(AUDIENCE LAUGHS) No, really.
This is deep for me.
I won't forget it.
Or all of you.
Thanks.
(APPLAUSE) FRANKIE MARTINO: Look, Mr.
DiBernardo, what would you say if I told you I'm sitting on hundreds of tapes of the hottest amateur porn out there.
I'm talking raw, real, ready to go.
- With hundreds more comin'.
- Yeah? The amateur market is burning up right now.
People want real people.
They don't want the pretend.
I know the market.
And I've seen your movies.
They don't exactly float my boat.
No, no, no.
You don't get it.
I was makin' "fake" real.
This is "real" real, you understand? Who knew that couples in Yonkers and Westchester and everywhere else, they were lighting it up like this? Normally, these movies, they don't do it for me.
But these tapes right here, they get your dick so hard, a cat can't scratch it.
(CHUCKLES) This is the next big thing.
But who am I tellin'? You got an eye for this, right? So, you interested? No offense but you're carrying your product in a grocery bag.
You spring it on me with no way to watch.
And your shirt is missing a button.
So right away, I'm not impressed.
FRANKIE: Must've just popped.
Leave your stuff here.
If I like, I'll sell it nationwide.
I take 60 percent.
Of what? The gross.
Uh wh what if I got other suppliers or whatnot Our guest'll get out here.
(DOOR OPENS) We didn't go nowheres.
(PAUL PLAYS PIANO BRIEFLY) (PAUL SIPS EXCITEDLY) I am so proud of you, baby.
(KNOCKING) JASON STEVEN COHEN: Tod Oh.
TOD LANG: Come in.
(LAUGHS) Jason Steven Cohen, Public Theater.
Glen said you might come.
Yeah, your director and I go way back.
He told me I had to come see you in this, and he was right.
So, we're mounting the new Christopher Durang play in the spring.
Jerry Zaks is directing.
- TOD: Okay.
- Jerry Zaks.
Yeah, and it's still early, but there's a role that I think might have your name on it.
I'd love for Chris and Jerry to meet you.
Would you would you give me a call? What? Whoa COHEN: You have this built-in irony or It's very specific.
It's It's perfect for Durang's work.
- All right, we'll talk.
- TOD: Thanks, man! (CHUCKLING) All right, thank you.
Man, I wish he didn't just tell me.
I'm not gonna sleep now.
(POUNDS TABLE) PAUL HENDRICKSON: Wait, you're still shooting the soap for the next few months though, right? Uh, yeah.
That's what they said.
PAUL: So, if you get this other thing I can do both.
Shit is finally cracking open for me.
I'm gonna I'm gonna say no to something? You're gonna burn it at both ends.
Oh, look who's talking.
You won't even see a doctor so don't lecture me.
I'm lecturing you.
Come on.
Hey, you know my thing.
I just assume that I have it.
Okay.
Baby, we we have to be smart with our bodies especially.
Okay? And not push too hard.
That's what I'm saying.
I'm asking.
Please.
Can we not talk about this tonight? Shit.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- Hey.
We're here now.
Okay.
("LOVE IS THE MESSAGE" BY MFSB PLAYS) VINCENT: One for good measure! Bottoms up! - Whoa! - SERGEANT TANNER: Police! SERGEANT TANNER: Make way! NYPD! Hang on one second.
VINCENT: Hey, can I help you? Yeah, liquor license, please.
Uh, we've already been through that.
Your liquor license should be prominently displayed.
Is it prominently displayed? - Uh, like I said last time - So operating without a license.
Now, are you aware there are illegal drug transactions taking place in this establishment? No, I am not.
What about underage drinking.
You aware of that? - Officer - Hey, cut the music.
Hit the lights.
Please.
Don't do that.
Folks.
Folks, this place is now closed.
Kindly make your way to the exit.
Come on, man! You can't search us.
It's illegal.
Folks You can keep your drugs.
I don't give a fuck.
Just go get high somewhere else.
Let's go, people.
Move.
Come on.
- (CLAMORING) - (POLICE RADIO CHATTER) Hey.
Haddix! Haddix! What the fuck?! You come now? This is peak time for me.
Peak! It ain't me or mine, Vince.
All right, I'm sorry.
These new guys, they're fucking cowboys.
All right, well then get 'em in order.
I can't do it.
Ain't my boys.
Anyway, nobody asked me for my vote when they passed the padlock law.
I can only do so much for you now.
Then what the fuck am I paying you for, huh? I'm sorry, Vince.
I'm sorry.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Fuck! BISHOP: John, you're sealed with the gift - of the Holy Spirit.
- CONFIRMEE: Amen.
- Peace be with you.
- CONFIRMEE: And also with you.
You smell nice.
Thank you.
I always smell nice for church.
That the father that took your virginity? Gray hair.
BISHOP: We seal with a gift to the Holy Spirit.
- The gray haired one.
- BISHOP: Peace be with you.
He's shitting bricks.
Told him the bishop's gotta slap his face.
The hell you tell him that for? - To fuck with him.
- Shh! BISHOP: Peter, you're sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.
- Peace be with you.
- (WHISPERS) Here we go.
- I present Luke.
- BISHOP: Luke, you're sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.
- Amen.
- BISHOP: Peace be with you.
(CHUCKLES) All right.
LORETTA: She looks cold.
(HEART MONITOR BEEPS) See, this is why you should have stuck with us.
- Who? - (LORETTA SIGHS) Women Against Porn.
Loretta, I helped kickstart the whole fucking thing.
To add to the irony, I did it with half a dozen - of the parlor envelopes.
- I know.
I was there.
Yeah, when I did it, it was informational.
It was about awareness.
It wasn't a goddamn frontal assault on the freedom of speech.
Dworkin, MacKinnon, what they're doing with the censorship stuff.
The city ordinances and now they're trying to get in bed with Reagan, Meese, - and those fucking shitheads.
- So what? Now it's not about marching around, leading housewives from Scarsdale around the Deuce for show-me tours.
Now, they're changing shit.
How? By trashing the First Amendment? The First Amendment isn't about fuck movies, Abby.
It's about important things.
Ideas and shit.
If you don't use it for the fuck films, it's not gonna be there for the ideas.
- The problem with these - Hey.
You bitches do go on.
(LORETTA LAUGHS) Shit.
Sorry, babe.
How you doin', Shay? CHURCH MEMBER: Good job, you guys! Hey, you did good.
Didn't I tell ya you'd do good? You take that.
Don't show your mother.
- Say thank you, Patrick.
- Thank you.
It hurt when the guy slapped ya? - So stupid.
- (VINCENT LAUGHS) What this jadrool do? Nothin', huh? That's who you choose for a sponsor over me? What are you talkin' about? Helped him pick his name.
Helped him say his prayers, didn't I, Paddy-o? - No.
- What? Well, you did good anyway.
You made your grandpa very proud.
Hey, Dad.
I've been meaning to talk to you.
I got this bachelor party coming up, guy from work.
We're gonna rent a suite at the Milford.
I wanted to get some girls up there.
You know, just to dance and shit.
I thought, uh I thought maybe from the parlor.
Sounds like a pain in my ass.
Won't be cheap.
We'll talk.
Bobby.
Bob we going? Frannie, Uncle Nicky says we gotta go in your car.
Ah, she's driving me frickin' nuts.
Okay, Mama.
All right.
Joey, you're coming with me.
But you're putting money away? Kinda.
Look, I can say this to you.
You know how to hear it.
This thing doesn't last forever.
Not for anyone.
Not for you.
With the reputation you're getting now.
Reputation because I didn't want a corn cob shoved up my ass? It's not just that.
Come on.
Why don't you try sending me out for some actual legit work? I can do other stuff, you know.
I don't have those contacts.
Make some calls.
This is Hollywood, right? You're on the other side of the hill from Hollywood, in case you didn't notice.
You want straight film work, you need a straight agent.
I'm not gonna lie to you about who I am or what I bring.
I thought you were on my side.
I am on your side.
LORI: Mm.
Which is why I want you to go in there and say yes to everything.
This is Vibrance.
Traci Lords did like a dozen titles with them last year.
The whole "Best of Lori Madison" thing doesn't happen without this.
It's your shot.
So, go finish this Sean Howard movie, and finish strong.
Your tanning booths are ready.
I gotta hit the ladies' room first.
TESSIE: Gotta turn it, Frannie.
Otherwise, it's gonna be dry.
Okay, Mama.
I hope you have enough.
These people are morta de fams.
Rita, what are you cleaning up for? Come on.
FRAN: Here comes the ziti.
Pardon me.
So, you're happy though.
On the job? - JOEY: Yeah, I love it.
- Good.
Yeah, you know, the trading floor, you need elbows so I fit right in.
Some of the other guys, they went to college I don't know, they're smart, but not street smart.
Gives me an edge.
- Well, good.
Good.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Bob, right? - How are you? Nice to see you.
So think you might want to invest? I mean, if I get like a tip.
No.
Your Uncle Frankie is a gambler.
Not me.
Well, it wouldn't really be a gamble if you catch my drift.
FRAN: I'll get another one.
So full of shit.
(CHUCKLES) I I wasn't even being a smart ass.
- I was very practically minded.
- Still a pisser.
FRANKIE: Listen to this one though.
- So, no Abby? - CHRISTINA: Frankie! FRANKIE: Beautiful woman right here.
- She had a thing.
- Mother of my children.
CHRISTINA: That's right.
FRANKIE: Apple of my eye.
VINCENT: My dad's all over this fucking broad.
DOMINIC MARTINO: You're the sweetest thing in the room, baby.
- There was a time - You gotta be kidding me.
- I'll be right back.
- PATRICK: You mean Ms.
Edwards? - She's my CCE teacher.
- Tessie.
- Disgrace.
- We're at a party.
- It's not It's not a wake.
- I can't believe you.
(CHUCKLES) What's this gagootz telling you now, huh? He's so freaking full of shit, this one.
Don't believe a word he says.
He's so crooked, you know You have to screw him into the grave.
You listen to Daddy, but come here, - let me tell you something.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You know, 86 for you.
I'm only fooling.
I'm fooling.
You know I love my sonny boy, you know that.
Yeah, you're looking good together, you two.
FRAN: You want me to get you some meatballs? Just try not to fuck it up this time, huh? FRAN: I got lasagna.
Hey, where you goin', sugar cake? FRAN: You seen the Thompsons since they moved? Hey.
We gotta book.
Kids.
I love your purse.
Louis Vuitton.
I know.
Hey.
Talk to you a minute.
- Come here.
- Yeah, sure.
Don't be long.
So how are the kids? Come here.
What? What's up with you and Rudy? Huh? This whole video thing or whatever.
DiBernardo? - What? Nothing? - "Nothing"? He's not happy, Frankie.
Fuck Rudy fucking Pipilo.
This is my own thing from the ground up.
Frankie! We have the sitter.
Yeah.
Listen, just keep it simple for once.
You worry too much, brother.
See ya.
I want some more eggplant parm.
You? Sure.
RUDY: You, uh, you can't keep up with the technology.
I heard where they're gonna have a hologram machine.
It'll be like the girl's standing right there and you can fuck her for real.
Only in the air or whatever.
You believe this? - We're gonna fuck the air now.
- (CHUCKLES) - RUDY: Ah, madonn' ah - Scoragiatto So, fucking DiBernardo.
You know he's poaching from me now? As if he ain't got enough already.
How do you know this? Guy called me.
DiBernardo made a side deal with one of my people.
Right under my nose.
- Who? - RUDY: Some asshole, don't matter.
I don't even know how he got to the kid.
Point is, he should be bouncing it back to me.
- I'm owed, Carmine.
- So take it outta your guy.
I gotta pee.
My fucking prostrate, man.
Yeah, join the club.
Hey, listen, if I don't see ya Don't get up.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - QUACK: Hey.
- GOTTI: How's it goin'? BAR KID: Well, look who it is! Good to see you fellas! Uh, these gavones.
BAR KID: All right, let's get you guys some drinks.
Oh, hey, Carmine, how you doin'? Sit a minute.
WILLIE BOY: I lost big money on that team the other day.
They got no heart, that Ozone Park crew.
No class.
- Look at 'em.
- TOMMY LONGO: Hmm.
The garbage they're moving now.
The drugs? QUACK: Just God's way of keeping you humble.
Guess that that's where the money is.
That shit'll bring you down fast.
BAR KID: Lemme know if there's anything else I can get ya.
QUACK: Will do, kid.
Want another? - GOTTI: Nah.
- Fucking Gotti.
Basta.
Let's go.
WILLIE BOY: How you doin'? MAN: Pretty good, pretty good.
You take care.
WILLIE BOY: Yeah, see you.
HANK JAFFE: So, what do you do? CANDY: Um I make films.
I make erotic films.
With a feminist bent.
Femme erotica, I call it.
Basically, it's skin flicks.
It's porn.
Yeah, I make porn.
It's different, um, I do it different.
It's not your usual fare But I'm a pornographer.
And I've been a porn actress.
So, there it is.
You watch much porn? - I've seen some.
- CANDY: Mm-hmm.
So, did you recognize me? On New Year's Eve? I'm just trying to understand what's in your head.
A beautiful woman alone at a bar.
That's all.
If I had recognized you, is that a problem? Or is it a problem now that I know? (CLEARS THROAT) Is telling me supposed to scare me? Well, I've just, uh you know, I've met a lot of guys who say they don't care and what they really mean is they wanna fuck the porn chick, and then once they cross that off their list, you know.
I can't speak for other guys.
- No.
- I do admit, this is - this a new one for me.
- Mm-hmm.
But, hey, I know I don't scare.
So, um, what do you do? Uh, financing.
Company wants to buy another, I help make it happen.
- Mm.
Here in the city? - I keep an apartment here, but my workplace is all over.
- (CHUCKLES) So effusive! - I'm more interested in you.
- Uh-huh.
- Where'd you grow up? - I grew up in Queens, early on.
- HANK: Mm-hmm.
And then, uh And then I was on the street for many years.
I was a prostitute.
(CHUCKLES) Nothing? Bullshit.
Don't judge me so quickly.
Your story is intriguing, but it's not everything.
I'm more interested in tonight.
And what happens next.
Yeah, this wine's got me loopy.
Well, in that case (GUESTS CHATTING AND LAUGHING) (LAUGHS BASHFULLY) You have this glow.
- (CANDY CHUCKLES) - Actual glow.
Do you know that about yourself? The drink.
No, it's not.
Cheers.
(GLASSES CLINK) - (FOOD SIZZLING) - We're not playing.
Oh, I know you're not.
That first moment when you let 'em know what's what? Whip off your bag lady disguise or whatever like, bam! (CHUCKLES) Super Girl, Cop Edition.
Mm-hmm.
On your feet, at the punk, and he's down and cuffed all in one motion.
Oh, I could watch you do that all day.
I could watch you comb through files all day.
ALSTON: (CHUCKLES) Low blow.
JENNIFER: (GIGGLES) Poor guy.
Still no progress? Going through land records, corporate assessments, corporate charters.
You know those dolls where there's one inside another inside another? - Well, it's like that.
- And? And nothing yet.
There's more than one way to skin a cat.
I found there were two fires at that property last year, so, maybe I get the fire marshal aboard.
We make 'em answer some fire reg violations.
- See if a real name surfaces.
- Better yet, if the marshal can say they were arsons, you'd have a pattern of set fires.
You can open up a criminal investigation.
That'll get you a court order for those named owners, right? Hm.
Clever.
So, you're not just another pretty girl cop after all.
- Oh, missed.
- (LAUGHS) DR.
OSER: All right.
Before we go through your blood panel, let's make sure you understand what it will tell us - and what it won't.
- Oh, Jesus.
DR.
OSER: We're not currently able to test for the virus that causes AIDS, the H.
T.
L.
V.
-3 virus.
Hopefully soon, but not yet.
What we can do is measure your white blood cells, specifically, your C.
D.
-4 count, - which we believe - I don't know what you're saying, Doc.
You're freaking me out.
I'm trying to give an overview of where the testing stands at this moment - and what - Just tell me the fucking Where does it say the answer? Mr.
Dwyer.
Your blood work shows a healthy CD-4 count.
Your immune system overall is quite robust.
So, I don't have it? I see no indication of exposure to the virus, no.
Oh, Christ! (CHUCKLES) Here's a tip, lead with that.
You give a guy a heart attack.
- (WOMEN MOANING) - (BANGING) RUDY: This goddamn thing.
Ah, shit.
These tokens, huh? These have gotta be caked in jizz.
- Here, hold those.
- FRANKIE: Ugh, what the fuck - (COINS JINGLE) - FRANKIE: C'mon, Rudy, I don't wanna be in here with you, Rudy.
Why don't you just tell me whatever you wanna tell me.
Hey.
This is Show Land, right? Not Tell Land.
I want you to see what you're dealing with.
See it.
Okay, wait.
Watch.
- FRANKIE: What? - RUDY: After this.
(MAN AND WOMAN SEXUALLY GROANING) Now.
- FRANKIE: Why is it changing? - RUDY: Just watch.
MAN ON VIDEO: You're so pretty.
- Probably the prettiest girl - Ah, Jesus, she's a kid.
- GIRL ON VIDEO: Really? - MAN: Yeah.
Don't you know? - You have such nice blue eyes.
- Ah The fuck is this? They bury this shit in the reels, few minutes at a time.
The perverts know where to find it.
This is playing here in one of your booths, Francis.
You didn't even know about it, did you? I don't wanna see this.
Brought to you by your good buddy, Robert DiBernardo.
Biggest name in kiddie porn.
Distributes more of this filth than anybody.
That's who you wanna be in business with? I don't have nothing to do with this.
- What's your point? - You wanna deal with a pervert, it's up to you.
It's your head on the pillow at night.
You should have brought your amateur thing to me first, Francis, okay? You're in my crew.
I told you fucking no, Rudy.
- (BANGING ON WALL) - BOOTH CUSTOMER: Keep it down! Ay, mind your business! Look, you want my loyalty? You shoulda cut me in when I proved I was an earner.
Instead, you fucked me.
So, get your hands outta my fucking pocket.
BOOTH CUSTOMER: Shut the fuck up! FRANKIE: I'm fucking done talking about this! Fuck! And fuck you, pencil dick! (INDISTINCT CHATTER, WOMAN MOANING) BOBBY DWYER: Tonight, while you're out in the field, all communication is by beeper.
Out in the field.
Like it's the military! Yes, commander.
Black Frankie will stay on site with you, as well as drive you to and from the venue.
I have a question.
What do you do? We're out there working our pussy, Black Frankie is taking us back and forth, - Bernice is behind the desk - I don't got time to explain to you how management works.
Just give 'em the beepers.
Ladies.
Miss Madison, you are wrapped.
(SIGHS) Thank you, you have been so helpful today.
Oh, you're so sweet! My pleasure.
Here you go.
- What's this? - You can cash it tomorrow.
Cash it tomorrow? I sucked a dick today.
The neighbors called the fucking pigs.
- Fuck! - (PEOPLE CLAMORING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - WOMAN: Please! LORI: So fucking sick of this fucking shit! Fuck! MONICA: Wait, where are you going? LORI: Fuck.
Shit.
(SIREN WAILING) (GRUNTS) Fuck.
Fuck! - (SIREN CONTINUES) - (INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) (PEOPLE WHOOPING, LAUGHING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) WALL STREET YUPPIE: For both of us.
Hell yeah! ("THE MEDICINE SONG" BY STEPHANIE MILLS PLAYS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER) Money, money, money.
- WOMAN: Whatever you want! - Thank you thank you, thank you.
Mama's gonna give you some medicine Woo! It's a party in there.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah, I shit you not.
Seven guys, 300 a head, that's 2100.
You got them mathematical skills.
No wonder you're on Wall Street.
But seriously? We could charge a lot more.
Maybe even build in a little more for me, I mean, this could be a whole new line of business right here, you know? Woo! STEPH: And I'm thinking, how much? For a book he hasn't written yet? Can I interest you in a few paintings I haven't painted? - (ALL CHUCKLE) - STEPH: No, really, these advances are nuts! - For who? Not me.
- That's my point.
All the money goes to celebrity authors, real writers get screwed.
Speaking of where all the money goes, did you buy your yacht yet, Mr.
Fortune 500? - (LAUGHS) - Why not two yachts? His and hers, sounds serious.
- We'll see where it goes, right? - You betcha.
So, Eileen, what do you do to pay the bills? - Mm.
I work in film.
- Have we seen you in something? Nah, I'm more behind the camera, really.
Uh, I'm a porn director.
Eileen is being modest.
She is known for high quality femme erotica.
- Right? - Yeah, you betcha.
(ALL GIGGLING) PHIL: Femme erotica? So that's all women? No, no, it's men too.
It's everybody.
It's full on.
You know, we don't hold back.
STEPH: Okay, I have about eight million questions.
- Okay, shoot.
- MARK: Oh, boy, here we go.
(GASPS) Reg, gotta know, was he one of yours? Who, what? The guy who was just on the stairs? Oh, God damn it, no.
Was he cute? - Oh, mega.
- Oh, fuck.
- Yeah.
- Probably 408.
She get all the fly ones, ol' spoiled bitch.
(BOTH GIGGLING) Ay, come smoke a bowl with me.
Um okay.
(AMBIENT MUSIC PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SILVERWARE CLINKING) EMPLOYEE: Here you are, five.
Have fun.
("FATAL CRASH IMMERSED THE START" BY MODERN ART PLAYS) (MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES) (MUFFLED LAUGHTER) PATRON: Slow down! Slow down! Slow down! (PATRON GROANS) PATRON 2: Fuck me harder! Come on! MAN: You like it, right? Take that! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! MALE VOICE: Hola, Papi.
Hey, daddy.
(MAN MOANING SEXUALLY) No, because Miss Thing was trying to be all fierce.
She was like ('LET THE MUSIC PLAY" BY SHANNON PLAYS) We started dancing And love put us in - (THUDS) - Oh! (MELISSA LAUGHS) We fell out! Miss One needed emergency services, - do you hear me? E.
M.
S.
, honey! - (LAUGHING) Oh, my God! - I am gagging! - Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Did I show you what Marc-Steven bequeathed unto me? No.
I thought it was clear The plan was we would share This feeling just between ourselves - Oh, my God.
- Worn by Miss Diana Ross to the 1976 Grammy Awards the year she was nominated for Best R&B Vocal Performance for "Love Hangover.
" (SINGING) If there's a cure for this Oh, you don't believe me? Provenance, darling.
- Prov-e-nance.
- Okay, this is - This is, like, fucking major! - Okay, bitch? The upside to all of your friends dropping dead.
(MELISSA LAUGHING) ("ONCE IN A LIFETIME" BY TALKING HEADS PLAYS) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) Letting the days go by Water flowing underground Into the blue again After the money's gone Once in a lifetime Water flowing underground You may ask yourself What is that beautiful house? You may ask yourself Where does that Highway go to? And you may ask yourself Am I right? Am I wrong? And you may say to yourself "My God! What have I done?" (ELEVATOR DINGS) Letting the days go by Water flowing underground (INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER SPEAKER) ("THE DEUCE" THEME MUSIC PLAYING) (MUSIC PLAYS) ABBY PARKER: If you could do one thing, what would it be? Hi.
FRANKIE MARTINO: It's not how it looks.
What's it look like, Frankie? (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) EILEEN MERRELL: But to me, people are weighed down by how other people see them.
I mean, I'm gonna live my life for someone else's idea of what's normal.
There is no normal.
Normal is a lie.
(MUSIC CONCLUDES)