( muffled music playing )
( subway rattling )
( muffled music continues )
¶ You got to treat her like ¶
¶ Let me tell you, my friend... ¶
Come on, baby. Come on.
- Ask your wife. - She ain't you.
Come on.
Give me something I can't get at home.
( moans )
¶ You gotta treat her like a lady ¶
¶ And she'll give in to you ¶
¶ Lord, look and see... ¶
Woman: Vin, you want me to stick?
I can make the drop on my way out.
That's all right, hon. You go on home.
- But most of all, you got to please her ¶ - ¶ Please her ¶
- ¶ You got to hold her ¶ - ¶ Hold her ¶
- ¶ And want her ¶ - ¶ Want her... ¶
- See you. - All right.
Uh-huh.
¶ You know a woman is sentimental ¶
¶ And so easy to upset ¶
¶ So make her feel that she's for real, yeah... ¶
- ( door opens, closes ) - ¶ And she'll give you happiness ¶
¶ Whoa-oh-oh ¶
¶ Strange as it seems... ¶
( lock clicks )
( subway screeching )
( engine starts )
( tires screech )
You know what this is, barman.
The night money, man, give it up.
- Look, I'm sor-- I already made the drop. - The money, ginzo.
I would if I could. I'm sorry.
- ( gun cocks ) - Please, I've got two little kids.
( laughs ) On your knees. Beg.
P-please don't shoot me.
- ( laughs ) - Please, for my kids.
- ( gunshots ) - ( grunts )
God...
damn it.
- ( car doors close ) - Fuck.
( tires squeal )
- ( tires squeal ) - ( dog barking )
Man on TV: Do you believe in ghosts?
Woman on TV: I don't know.
Man: Well, I agree with what that doc says.
You can spook yourself.
I've done it in planes.
Seen things that weren't really there.
Or were they? ( laughs )
What are you gonna do with your 10,000 if we get it?
Woman: What do you mean if we get it?
Vincent: Where's Andrea?
She asked me to watch the kids.
- What for? - She went out.
Out where?
Where's your daughter?
Man: Boy, I've never seen so many doors.
Go to sleep, Vinnie. You look tired.
Man: Closet.
( TV continues )
( groans )
Oh, shit.
God damn it.
( rotary dial clicking )
( ling ringing )
- Man: Hello? - Kim, it's Vinnie.
Oh.
Yeah, listen, I can't be there
for the distributor this morning.
Just send Duk or the other guy, your cousin.
All right, listen to me, I got robbed tonight with a gun.
All right? My head got banged up real good.
I'm still bleeding.
( Kim speaking indistinctly )
Kim, I nearly got fucking killed.
( Kim shouting indistinctly )
Why? I'll tell you why.
I gotta work both sides of the river
seven fucking nights a week to make enough
for me and my fucking family!
( sighs )
Kim! God...
( bell dings )
I see the Walker Red.
Black's still on the truck. We got two more after this.
Get rid of the crème de menthe already.
Nobody drinks that shit.
Fucking happy now, Kim?
- Hey, darling. - Other guy looks worse, right?
He got my blood on his shoes, I know that much.
( theme music playing )
¶ Sisters ¶
¶ Brothers and the whiteys ¶
¶ Blacks and the crackers ¶
¶ Police and their backers ¶
¶ They're all political actors ¶
¶ But they don't worry ¶
¶ There can be no show ¶
¶ And if there's hell below ¶
¶ We're all gonna go, go, go, go, go, go ¶
¶ Everybody praying ¶
¶ And everybody saying ¶
¶ But when come time to do ¶
¶ Everybody's laying ¶
¶ Just talking about don't worry, worry, worry, worry, worry, worry ¶
¶ They say don't worry, worry, worry, worry, worry, worry ¶
¶ They say don't worry, worry, worry, worry, worry, worry. ¶
Man: Nah, man, that's some bullshit.
Man, every move that man make, he already got it mapped out.
No, he ain't being crazy.
He ain't being crazy at all.
He's acting like a motherfucking fox.
- You think? - Nixon?
You can see right where the man coming from.
Shit makes perfect sense to me.
- How you figure? - He president.
- So he got to front some being the man, right? - Right.
So, like, on the one hand, he got his people over there in Paris talking peace.
That shit's the carrot.
Now, the stick?
He got to make those slopes think
he crazy enough to do all kind of shit--
bomb the shit out of Vietnam, take over Cambodia, whatever the fuck.
So you think he fronting.
That man want out of the war just like everybody else,
but he can't play it like that.
See, he got to make those motherfuckers think
he do any God damn thing they can imagine, shit.
If I was him, I'd be flashing nuclear weapons and shit.
- For real? - I'm not saying I would use that shit.
I'm saying I'd be like, "Do not fuck
with President Reggie Love because the nigga's crazy
and he will drop that big motherfucker on you."
- Right on. - I mean, it's like this here.
I mean, C.C., you ever really want to have to cut a bitch?
Sometimes you want a bitch to think you might, but, pshh, shit.
So, Nixon pimping?
( scoffs ) Well, shit, yeah.
That makes good sense to me.
Of course, I was in the shit for a year.
You know that, right?
Americal Division.
They had me up in them central highlands.
Yeah, Nixon know what he doing in Vietnam, bro.
He know the game.
What do you suppose her problem is?
I ain't even know, and I ain't interested.
You could turn her ass out.
I ain't met one yet couldn't be broke.
No, I'm looking for product, not a challenge.
- You just lazy. - No, bro, practical.
- ( woman speaking Spanish ) - ( chatter )
Damn.
- Reggie: Shit don't work for me. - You couldn't handle that?
Oh, I'd handle the shit out of that motherfucker,
ride that bitch like Man o' War.
But, um, the clientele?
I'm talking about them white boys.
She's too intimidating for them.
Bitch got too much ass.
Shit, I ain't even know there was such a thing.
( chuckles )
I think I'm gonna get me a Chinese ho.
I want my herd to be international.
You speak Chinese?
I know a few Vietnam words.
That shit's like a cousin to Chinese.
What you fucking around for, man?
Just get a couple of white bitches
and a fine black bitch, and work 'em.
Ain't no one man can handle but two or three bitches anyway.
And if you got 'em, you better speak their language.
Reggie, I'm gonna catch you later.
Solid.
Excuse me, baby.
This your first time in New York?
Does it show?
( chuckles ) A little, yeah, but that's cool.
Everyone here came from somewhere else.
Where you from?
Minnesota.
I need to find a place to stay.
Ah, you can't be making those kinds of decisions
until you get some food in your stomach.
Let me buy you breakfast.
I know a spot serves it all day.
It's just breakfast, that's all.
Keep me company.
C.C. don't like to eat alone.
C.C.
That's right. And you are?
- Lori. - Lori.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lori.
( both chuckle )
Let's get going.
I want you to check out my short.
Is that a Cadillac?
God damn right it's a Cadillac.
Customized El-D, to be exact.
Yo, what it look like, little man?
- Damn. - That's it.
I never rode in a Cadillac before.
Well, gonna ride in one now.
Watch your head, baby.
Pretty, right?
Why do you have all this stuff?
Oh, I'm in sales.
Look here, baby,
I'm not being critical or nothing like that.
You a lovely young lady, but that outfit you're wearing,
it says "small-town girl," see what I'm saying?
Tell you what, I'm gonna let you pick out some new things
from that rack so you can look, you know, more New York.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Shit, C.C.!
I'm from Minnesota, and I wouldn't be caught dead
in most of that shit.
Is this really New York fucking City,
or did I fall off the Greyhound in Cleveland?
( chuckles ) Hmm.
Wow.
Ain't no need for the rest of the sales pitch, is there?
Breakfast.
- Yeah. ( chuckles ) - ( engine starts )
( music playing on radio )
( horn honking )
As you see, there are a number
of equivocation fallacies either traveling
from the general to the specific,
or vice versa,
but even more common is the manipulation
of a syllogism in which different meanings
of a key term are substituted.
Etymological fallacies...
( chuckles )
Uh, hell, where was I?
Syllogisms.
- Etymological fallacies. - Right.
Yes, etymological fallacies.
- ( horns honking ) - ( chatter )
- Think you're pretty funny, don't you? - What?
The fourth had already run at Monticello.
- You past-posted me. - Monticello?
That bet is dead. It's killed.
You still owe Tommy everything including today's fig.
He's fucking sick of this bullshit.
- Okay, guys? - You still being funny, Frankie?
Gonna get another dent in that head.
- My name's Vincent. - He's the mook, right?
Yeah. I think so.
Look.
You got a brother?
Last I heard, yeah.
Where the fuck is he?
Vietnam.
Fuck you say.
Frankie-- he enlisted, joined the Marines
because he owes everybody in New York fucking City.
Yeah, I hear he's already a war hero.
They're gonna make him a sergeant or colonel or whatever.
- ( music playing ) - ( chatter )
You done?
Mm-hmm.
What you think, baby?
Real good. You can burn.
What was that sausage thing?
That's a half-smoke, girl.
Guess they don't have those up in the Lakes, huh?
First time for me.
Onliest thing they got up in Minnesota
is hockey players and heifers.
- What it look like, Richie? - Everything is everything.
Everything is everything, man.
He's different.
Yeah, Richie just go with the flow, you know.
Ain't the aggressive type.
That's why he only has one girl.
Not everybody gets to be successful, see what I'm saying?
But you gonna be.
You know...
when I saw you come off that bus,
I knew we was meant to be together.
You ain't gotta worry about nothing.
Man: All right, we got fried eggs, bacon, and we got a cup of coffee.
Two creams and one sugar.
- Man #2: We're playing the odds, girl. - Excuse me, baby.
Man #2: This is important.
We about to have a new attitude around here, all right?
Got that, Loretta? Steady on it.
We straight, right?
- Yes, Larry. Gonna be a big night. - All right.
Now, Darlene, ain't no laying back tonight, you hear me?
Not for you, Daddy.
You know I got a regular tonight.
See, that's one in the tank.
- Give me that, Barbara. - When I'm done, girl.
Larry Brown gonna buy you girls a nice dinner in return, all right?
- Hear me, Loretta? - We got you, Daddy.
- Larry All right. - Man: ...two fried eggs and bacon.
Here you go, baby.
Take a hit of this freeze and wake your ass up.
Thank you, Daddy.
Don't fall in love with it.
- Okay, come on. - Give it here.
Ah!
Man: Plate's up, Marie. Plate's up!
- ( chatter ) - Woman: What do you say?
C.C.: No, baby, this ain't no thing.
She's just someone I met that I need to settle, that's all.
She's not gonna take your place. You can believe that.
Look here, girl, you're my bottom, you know this.
I be tired, C.C.
Yeah?
You know what?
When you come home from work tonight,
I'm gonna give you a bath
and then I'm gonna fuck you so good,
you gonna remember why we together.
On the for-real side. How that sound?
Just you and me?
Just you and me, baby.
Man: Getting fucking groceries like every fucking day.
Middle of the fucking day, he's outside.
We fucking make eye contact. We look eye to eye, right?
He knows what I want to fucking do.
And I know what he wants to fucking do.
I think he's gonna fucking run.
He's looking at me with these big fucking googly mongoloid eyes, right?
I got the drop tonight. Don't worry about that, Vinnie.
Can I give them last call?
Them guys? No, you pour till they're done.
Do a lock-in if you have to.
Oh, come on, boss.
Vinnie, are you out of your fucking mind?
That's Twist and his crew. Carmine and them.
If you toss them before they're done,
I'll be eating Carmine's asshole until I'm dead.
Fuck, no.
You stay until they go.
( men chattering )
Fuck nuts, where's our drinks?
( chatter continues )
Man: And I'm like, "I'm not going over there.
Fucking thieves!"
- ( horns honking ) - ( chatter )
( music playing )
Man: Yo, Frankie!
Hey, where the fuck's Jersey?
Ain't seen him.
- ( horns honking ) - ( overlapping music playing on radios )
( horns honking )
Heya, Ronnie.
( chatter )
( horns honking )
( wolf whistle )
Man: Baby, I'm in love!
The fuck?
Been looking for you all over.
You found me.
Want action?
Fuck is this? That's a pretty shirt.
What'd you do, you fly down to Puerto Rico to get that?
You want something?
Yeah, the Mets are at the Reds in Cincy, right?
- What's the line? - Reds in one.
New York's due.
Who's pitching tomorrow? Seaver?
Tug.
Hmm. What do you think?
I don't think.
- You want the action? - All right, all right.
Give me 100 on the Metropolitans.
I heard you used to play.
Yeah, I got drafted by the Dodgers.
Slotted me for single-A ball.
I never even drank the cup of coffee.
Fuck it.
Too many rules, right?
I really do like that shirt.
Yeah?
Yeah, my sister's got one just like it!
( horn honking )
Man: Run him over!
- ( chatter ) - Man #2: I know you workin'
- Woman: Rodney, come on. - Hey.
Rodney: Don't you want to be a part of something bigger, huh?
Between my expertise...
and your good looks, shoot, thoroughbred like you,
we would own this damn street.
I'm doing fine.
Fine ain't good enough for a woman like you.
Hey, I'll make you a star.
Ali MacGraw gonna want your autograph.
Rodney, you're not listening.
- I take care of my own self. - As well you should.
Hey, you're looking hungry.
- You looking for a date? - How much?
Talk to Thunderthighs. She'll tell you.
- 30 and 10. - Rodney: I ain't been nothing but good to her.
- What? - Mm-mm.
Where you going?
Where you going, baby?
Shit, shit. Rodney.
I told you, scary world out here, baby.
Volatile.
A girl could get her arm broke or she could get cut.
This one girl I knew...
thought she could handle it herself.
Got served a Drano cocktail.
You fucking threatening me?
No, never.
Just the opposite.
I'm threatening anyone that would ever threaten you, baby.
Rodney, sugar, nobody makes money off of my pussy but me.
I'm gonna keep what I earn. I don't need you.
I don't need anybody else to hold my fucking money for me.
Now let me do my thing. You're busting on my groove, Rodney.
- Say "money" for me again. - Both: Money, money, money...
Yes, ma'am.
Hey, baby. What do you think?
I think you're beautiful. That's what I think.
You looking for a date?
- With you? Oh, yeah. - Yeah?
Talk some other time.
- Candy: 30 and 10? - Man #2: Okay, come on.
- ( music playing on radio ) - ( horns honking )
Rodney: Everything I own smell like pussy, baby.
Larry: Now I'ma smell like pussy, too. ( laughs )
Rodney: Hey, sweetheart, come fuck with a pimp.
I'll get your hair did, baby.
- ( groans ) - Oh, here we go.
Well, here we go.
Hey, Chris, you wanna pick a number? Five?
- Friday. - All right.
Let's see if the fat one can get out by himself.
- Mm-hmm. - Nope, he gonna need help.
- Wow. - ( men laughing )
Larry: There he go.
Watch the car go up when he get out.
- ( men laughing ) - There he go.
- Ha! - ( car door closes )
Officer.
- You, too, Lon. - Watch it, shitbird.
"Cannon," a Q.M. Production.
( laughter )
Be cool, Lonnie.
We're good. Right, fellas?
Yeah, we right as rain, man.
- We right as rain. - Everything is everything, man.
Yo, Officer Alston, why don't you come up here?
Yeah, have those city-issued kicks cleaned up.
- Sam. - Hey, Chris.
¶ Get up, get on up ¶
¶ Get up, get on up... ¶
Mm-mm, nope.
No, you couldn't pay me enough
to wear those okey-doke-ass kicks
or be a cop.
You think you could pass the psych exam, brother?
Pshh, the Army took Reggie Love.
That's the Army, man.
Same.
Police just like the Army.
There's this dude back in my hometown,
used to ride the special bus.
Soon as he turned 18, those military motherfuckers
gave him a uniform and an M16.
They do take retards and shit.
They didn't take you.
You think you funny. Don't laugh, don't laugh.
He ain't funny, Sam. He ain't funny.
- Mm, those gators? - What you think?
'Cause I saw the same pair in the window at Thom McAn's.
Bullshit! These here are imports.
See that? Imported, all right? Handmade in Italia.
You didn't even know I-- I speak Italian. You didn't know that.
They brought these from overseas. Look at that.
Yeah, that's what "import" means, right, Sam?
- That's true. - ( music continues )
Hey, let go of me, man.
- It's a nice day. - It's out of sight.
Rodney: Damn sure is.
- ( music continues ) - ( horns honking )
- ( music playing ) - ( groans )
( Vincent sighs )
I'm holding up my end.
But we're dying here.
I have mortgage, two car payment.
Son wants to go to MIT. MIT.
Now I have to tell him community college, maybe.
Don't look at me.
Bar pulls money. Some, anyway.
If you didn't make me run off the whores and the street people
before 11:00, it'd make more.
They gotta drink, too.
- Family restaurant. - ( chuckles ) Yeah.
Where's the fucking families?
I think it's that kimchi shit you're serving,
or the dog meat or cat or whatever.
No dog. Beef. Marinated beef.
All right, well, no one eats Korean food, Kim,
probably not even in Korea if they can fucking help it.
Why don't you get someone in here,
cook up some steaks or Italian?
No good. Lunch empty. Dinner empty.
All right, easy. Just keep calm, all right?
One more month, we close.
Hey, hey, hey, keep your head, all right?
Don't get all excited, for fuck's sake.
Just give me a chance to think.
I'm in this with you.
- ( music blaring on radio ) - ( panting )
Okay. Okay.
- ( moans ) - ( laughing )
( laughing ) What?
That expression on your face when you came.
That look.
Okay.
If people stopped for a minute and realized
what they look like during sex, they'd lose it.
I mean, if it wasn't fun, it'd be ridiculous.
Oh, my God.
I shouldn't be doing this.
Fucking?
Fucking you. You're 19, for God's sake.
20, and that argument is begging the question.
Petitio principii.
I could damn near be your father.
Argumentum ad hominem.
Jesus Christ, Abby, if anyone ever found out, I--
Argumentum ad misericordiam.
An appeal to pity if I ever heard one.
Got the fallacies and the rhetoric down, don't I?
Exam's gonna be cake.
( whimpers )
- ( music playing ) - ( chatter )
Here, I got it. I got it.
You know, I could've been a dancer if I was taller.
You're perfect, doll.
So, I'll see you later?
I want to.
I just-- I'm kind of tired.
Yeah?
Here.
You take one, you're wide awake.
You take two, you're gonna wanna redecorate the house.
And it keeps you trim.
Come on.
So...
- Tonight. - Yeah.
All right. ( clears throat )
- Thanks, Vin. - Here you go.
- What do you guys want? - Vincent Martino, right?
All day.
You got a brother named Frankie?
Yeah.
Your brother's been very active in the wire services lately.
How much?
20 Gs, give or take, plus the interest rate,
which I'll admit is unreasonably high.
It's now 30.
It compounds.
So, why come to me?
Your brother, as limited a gambler as he is,
he's also irresponsible in the bargain.
He can't make good.
You, however, you're a working man.
You're a barman here and in Brooklyn.
You're always around some cash.
I don't steal from Kim,
and I don't steal across the river.
I'm not a thief.
Well, you or your brother's gonna have to come up with something.
All right, look, I got a bar I need to tend.
I gotta think about this, so maybe we can talk when it's quieter.
Okay. I'll come by tomorrow when you open.
But just to be clear,
this is not a situation we can ignore.
I got it.
I'll take that drink now.
Scotch rocks. And not from the well.
- ( answering machine beeps ) - Man: Candy, hey.
It's your, uh, friend from Jersey City.
I was wondering if you had time for a date tomorrow night
or the night after.
Call my office.
You got the number.
Say your name is, uh... Samantha.
Thanks.
( clicks, beeps )
Hey, Miss Merrell. This is Jimmy, the super.
I wanted to bring a plumber by tomorrow around 3:00
to fix the faucet in your bathroom.
Let me know if that would be all right with you
or if you're gonna be home
or if we should just come in and do it while you're out.
- All right? - ( clicks, beeps )
Eileen, this is your mother.
I thought you'd like to know that your father left town today on business.
Your son has been asking for you.
( clicks, dial tone )
( button clicks )
( distant siren wailing )
( sighs )
( indistinct arguments )
( screams ) Shit!
The fuck?!
Get off me! ( screaming )
You fucking whore.
- ( music playing ) - ( laughs )
Here you go.
- Okay, we'll see you, Lynda. - 'Night, Vin.
Where do you think you're off to looking like Vic Damone?
I'm taking Andrea to Luger's for a late dinner.
I'm gonna surprise her. I told you a week ago.
That was a week ago. We're getting busy.
Lynda's gonna need some help. I need you behind the bar.
I-- I got plans.
Your plans are you're working tonight.
I'm taking my wife to dinner.
You leave now, you're done here.
I think it's gonna swell.
It already swole up, right?
That was a little rough.
Yeah, I know.
It got away from me there this time, I guess.
( sighs ) My wrist also hurts.
Oh, jeez, Darlene, you know I'm sorry.
You got me going tonight.
Have an extra 20 for it, okay?
I got you going, huh?
I think it was the shoes.
Man on TV: Shall I tell you why you're heavier?
You've been cheating, sneaking things into your mouth.
- Where is she? - Candy, soda pop, pizza, munch.
Gowanus, right?
Or at the other bar down in Bensonhurst?
Hell you want from me?
Woman on TV: I read a magazine about these pills
- that kill your appetite. - What pills?
- Woman on TV: Well, what about hypnosis? - Kimberly...
( music playing )
¶ ...enough to climb ¶
¶ There are oceans and rivers enough to cross ¶
¶ Enough to last till the end of time ¶
¶ What the world needs now ¶
- ¶ Is love, sweet love... ¶ - ( chatter )
Woman: It's like a cherry.
- That red one. - Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm. You just missed it.
Just couldn't close the deal.
Come on, we're going home.
- All right? - I haven't finished my drink.
You had enough.
What the fuck are you wearing?
I'm not naked or nothing.
I can't play pool in my skirt.
- It's too tight. - All right.
I can't bend.
You're a real fucking piece of work, you know that?
The lady said she's still drinking.
- Hey, fucko! - Man: Shit.
Rico: Look at this mongoloid.
I like your Beatle boots.
Real boss.
Which Beatle are you?
- He's Ringo. - ( chuckles )
Oh, you look a little angry, Ringo, but the thing is,
what are you gonna do?
Me and the lady was playing 8 Ball.
I had a couple solids left.
Her name is Andrea.
She's my wife.
I said I got a couple balls left.
You know what it's like to be playing a game
and still have balls, right?
( laughs )
Eddie: Take it out on the fucking arches.
¶ What the world needs now ¶
¶ Is love, sweet love ¶
¶ What the world needs now ¶
¶ Is love, sweet love... ¶
- ( horns honking ) - ( chatter )
- You miss me, honey? - You know I do.
So, I'll check you out next week, baby.
( engine revs, horn honks )
- ( music playing on radio ) - ( horn honks )
He didn't mean it, Larry. He just got excited.
You call this excited?
Shit, I'm gonna show him excited.
He's a regular.
Every two weeks, A hundred to play pretend.
You saw.
He gave me an extra 20 for it. He didn't mean it.
Extra 20?
Before you do him next time, you let him know
he fucks you up like this again,
he gonna have me raise up on him, you heard me?
Regular or no.
I'll tell him, Larry. I will.
All right, baby, make that money.
That's you.
Y'all dating?
Man: We got a birthday boy over here.
How much?
30 and 10.
30 for the date, 10 for the room.
You ready?
He wants her.
Hey, Candy.
They want you.
Birthday boy.
Thunderthighs: Hey, honey, you looking for a date?
Hey, gentlemen.
It's going to be 40.
What's your name, honey?
Uh, Stuart.
Were gonna party, Stuart.
- ( laughter ) - Yeah!
- Yeah. - ( grunts )
Candy: Come on, baby.
- ( snoring ) - Johnny Carson on TV: They've accused-- have you seen this?
Something like 75 or 80% of New York restaurants, they said, are unhealthy.
Do you believe that?
And there's gotta be some truth to it
when you see one of those Shell pest strips
hanging underneath the table.
( continues indistinctly )
- ( door closes ) - ( TV playing )
Come on.
I don't bite.
This will be nice.
( train rattling )
No, none of that.
You can touch my tits.
Only if you want to.
Take a breath.
- ( exhales ) - Mm. That's nice.
Touch my nipples.
Mm-hmm, feels good.
That's nice, mmm.
Let's see what we got here.
Oh, yeah, you're ready.
Now, you gotta wear this.
I can do it.
No, no, Candy's gonna fit it on you just to be sure.
Oh!
( ragged breathing )
Wow, you really were ready.
Can I get a few minutes?
I'll be ready again.
One ticket, one ride.
You want to go again?
It's only 30 for the second go. The room's already paid.
I don't have 30.
We already all pooled what we had.
It was my birthday today.
Yeah?
Well, happy birthday to you.
Doesn't seem fair.
- Fair? - You barely had to do anything.
And it costs just as much as someone who takes longer.
What do you do, Stuart?
I'm in school.
What's your daddy do?
He sells cars.
He's got a dealership.
And that's his job, right?
Someone comes in, knows just the car he wants,
doesn't dick around, doesn't need a long test drive,
doesn't argue about the color or whatever,
does he give him the car for less?
Does he pay less than the guy who comes in, takes forever,
gotta drive five or six cars, talk about radio, the whitewalls,
everything else before he's done and ready to buy?
No.
He doesn't give the easy customer
two cars for the price of one, right?
This is my job, Stuart.
I got a check from my grandma for 50.
But you could give me back 20 and I can sign it over.
Would you take a check?
( chuckles )
A personal check?
No.
Ordinarily.
But for you, Stu...
you know, I think I would.
Thank you.
Oh, local bank, right?
( car horns honking )
( door closes )
Men, how would you like to join my team?
The Noxzema team?
- Hey. - The world's best-shaved men all belong.
We have a cheer on the Noxzema team.
- Hourly or nightly? - Take it off, take it off. Take it all off.
- Give me a month. I'll pay up front. - Sis-boom...
...bah, Noxzema.
( laughter on television )
Man on TV: That's the sort of thing that I'm against--
lumberjacks coming to town between jobs
with rum and women on their minds.
They told us two years ago we should have a police force.
( chatter )
( music playing over radio )
Woman: Abby, finally.
Abby: Studying or getting your heads up?
( chuckles ) Pacing ourselves.
A little bit of this, a little bit of that.
Have you guys even read this yet?
Woman: We'll just cram our asses off.
Kind of hungry. Who wants pizza?
- Woman: I'm up for John's. - Oh, man, I hate their crust.
- Woman: You have a better idea? - Yeah, Ray's on Prince.
Like you can taste the difference
- between John's and Ray's. - Abby: Seriously,
you guys are done after the second slice.
Who can cop some speed?
I know a guy.
( music playing on car radio )
Man: Mister, you can't park here! Move it on!
- ( radio chatter ) - Driver: You said 43rd and 9th?
Abby: No, 44th.
Bob said our man would be there.
- Yeah, right, Bob said. - Do you even know who Bob is?
- Okay, come on. - No, who is this dude?
- Fuck you, Cecelia. - You've never met him.
- I know who he is. He's a nice guy, all right? - Let's just get it done.
Cecelia: Let's just get it done.
First one's free tonight. Show that glass to your barman.
First one's on the house, gentlemen.
Show the glass to your barman.
- ( laughs ) - Yeah, so now I gotta get
my ass grabbed all night carrying drinks.
Fuck you, Vin.
Hey, don't bust balls, all right?
I'm trying to save this joint.
You look great.
Gentlemen, first drink free.
Show that glass to the barman.
( taxi radio chatter )
Veronica: That's gotta be him.
Bob says he's always in the middle of the block.
( taxi radio chatter continues )
Guess I'm elected.
Well, if we all go,
it'll look like something's happening.
( taxi radio chatter continues )
( police radio chatter )
I got something for you.
- All right, here. - ( cars approach )
Thanks.
( tires screeching )
You set me up?
No, I'm fucked, same as you.
Hey, kids, what's going on?
All right, asshole, get over here.
Hey, uh, can I just explain?
( sighs )
I-I'm a student, NYU. I have a test in the morning.
I just needed something to stay awake so I could study.
That's all.
If I can just call my father...
You get a phone call.
But it doesn't matter to me who your father is;
I'm gonna do my job, miss.
It's Abby, and I wasn't suggesting
you wouldn't do your duty, Officer... Fla-nah-ga.
It's Flanagan.
They left the "N" off the end there.
Yeah, I've been meaning to get that fixed.
Get in the backseat, Abby.
I gotta take you to the station.
Aren't you gonna cuff me?
You gonna try and rabbit on me?
- ( music playing ) - ( chatter )
Damn, boy! What happened?
This is my joint for a late-night cocktail.
Now, shit.
Now you overrun with suits.
- Leotards. - Say what?
Put the girls in leotards and heels.
Parade a couple of them down the sidewalk
as it was getting dark.
- That's all? - Yeah.
You ain't selling pussy,
just dancer clothes?
( chuckles )
How much she making?
Tonight? 200 in tips, easy.
( chuckles )
Don't even think about it, bitch.
I'm a sporting man. Ain't no sport in this.
None at all.
Drinks on me tonight, guys.
Sorry I don't have a stool open for you.
- Man: Vinnie! - ( Larry mutters )
Tommy: Vincent Martino, come here.
- You ducking me? - Not at all.
Had some shit go badly across the river.
- My home life. - Sorry to hear that.
Yeah. The fuck can you do?
I'd complain, but I know that's not what you're here for.
Christ, you blew this place up tonight, didn't you?
I must say I'm enjoying the ladies in the tight outfits.
It's very nice.
Yeah. All right, listen.
- About my brother-- - And his 32 five large.
It accrues, as I said.
Look, I'll cover the original bets, all right?
A thousand a week for the next 20 weeks,
but on my salary there's no way I'm gonna catch up to the vig.
Let me start with the money on the bets,
then I'll lean on him to get it right with the rest as soon as he's flush.
Personally, I hear you, but I'm afraid
the others I work for, they won't listen.
The fuck can I do?
Look, I keep this bar hot,
maybe I'll clear 1,000 a week, if I'm lucky.
You want more, it's gonna take more time.
I will take that message back to my people.
But if you see your brother,
tell him that he's cut off until he gets right.
The word is out on the Deuce.
- His bets do not play. - That's fine with me.
Right. Place looks good.
- ( phone ringing ) - ( indistinct arguments )
Observed copping amphetamines
from a known West Side skel.
I got something to do.
My partner, Officer Alston,
will look out for you while I'm gone.
Student?
NYU.
Hmm. NYU.
Trying to cop speed in Hell's Kitchen.
You're obviously not stupid.
But do you know how stupid that is?
I think you'll be all right.
Duck salad.
No, thank you.
( music playing on radio )
Hey, baby, how you doing?
You like what you see? Uh-huh?
You looking for a date tonight?
I'll show you a little bit of fun, huh?
( horn honks )
Hey.
You looking for a date, baby?
Yeah?
- ( music playing on radio ) - Hey, you playing my song, baby?
You lonely tonight?
Hey, hey.
Hey.
( music playing on car radio )
( car door closes )
You got a light?
If you're passing those out, we do.
That is what I need.
You're, uh...
Thunderthighs, as advertised.
Hey, give me one of those, will you?
Here, baby.
C.C. said I should come rap to you all some,
get myself up to speed.
- Shay: Thanks, sugar. - What's your name, girl?
Lori.
You?
Candy.
( laughing )
You got "new in town" stamped on your forehead.
Fucking C.C. snapped you up quick.
I make a mistake in that?
C.C. wants women just like the rest of them.
Same suit, different day.
It's not like you haven't been around the block before, right?
Not this block.
I met some of the players at Leon's.
This guy named Reggie Love and some dude in a brown suit.
Larry Brown.
Stay away from Larry. He raises up quick.
His girls got daddy issues.
Don't we all?
Some, uh, hippie-looking cat.
- Uh, Richie? - Gentle Richie's cool,
but you ain't gonna make no money with Richie.
Who are you with?
Me and Tiffany are with Rodney.
What about you?
Who's your man?
No man, just me.
No man?
How's that work?
You gotta work a little harder.
You gotta be a little more careful.
Sometimes a guy will burn you for some cash
or a player will press you for a moment or two,
but it works for me.
Me, I need pimping. Otherwise I tend to get lazy.
( siren wailing in distance )
( men shouting )
( wolf whistles )
- ( phone ringing, typewriter clacking ) - Alston: Huh. ( sighs )
Can I make a phone call?
You're not gonna need it.
It's your lucky night.
You caught me at the end of my shift, so.
I don't understand.
Alston: Officer Flanagan doesn't want to bother
with processing and fingerprinting.
He's got other fish to fry.
Flanagan: I'll drop you off at your dorm.
Subway's not safe this time of night.
Alston: Let me guess, you're gonna stop
and have a cocktail on the way, an aperitif, perhaps?
Hey, there's an idea.
Yeah, give Abby here some counseling
over a drink or two.
Thanks for the water.
Mind yourself out there, hear?
- ( music playing ) - ( chatter )
( pounding )
Boo!
Hey. Ellen!
How about a ginger ale?
Put a little Crown Royal in it, you know, for color.
Hey, baby brother.
Working stiff.
- Where the fuck you been? - Queens.
- Fuck you doing in Queens? - Well, they still take my bets there.
- You're still betting? - Winning. I'm up 4,000.
Bullshit. Let me see.
Bullshit? Look at that.
- What the fuck? - This is going to that unhappy dago
sitting down on that barstool a couple hours ago looking for you,
leaning on me for 30 large.
Who? Tommy Longo?
He came to you? Why the fuck did he come to you?
Maybe because you were in Queens.
Fuck him.
No, Frankie. We don't fuck him.
This is gonna buy your ignorant,
degenerate ass a week or two.
You know, I always said you was no fun. You just proved it.
- Yeah? Well, Ma ruined you. - Yeah.
Thanks, doll.
Mmm.
What?
Well, well, well.
So, what's new?
Me?
Quit on Dominic.
Oh, yeah, moved out of the house on Andrea.
- Really? - Yeah.
I got a room this side of the river.
I'm done, out for good.
- You sure? - Positive.
I'm don't wanna say nothing bad about your wife,
have you two get back together and have you mad at me forever.
The marriage is dead. Say what you feel.
- Dead? - Yeah.
- Like, for real dead? - Dead dead.
- Hundred percent? - Hundred percent.
- Never going back? - The fuck? Yes.
All right.
Well, Drea kept her looks, I'll give her that.
And considering her brothers are upstate, her father's a Shylock,
rest of her family's a pack of fucking scumbag assholes, she ain't that bad.
Uh-huh.
But if she had as many pricks sticking out of her
as she's had stuck in her, she'd be a fucking porcupine.
- ( laughs ) - Fuck you.
- ( door opens ) - Flanagan: Still serving, Vinnie?
- Vincent: For you, Officer? - Okay...
- What are you guys playing? - What can I get you?
Gin Rickey? Grasshopper?
( muttering ) Fuck you. Right.
How about you?
You wanna hear about my day?
Gentle Richie: Yes, I do.
- Woman: You won't believe it. - Wow.
Well, here we go.
C.C.: What's happening, baby?
Have a good night?
- All right? - Mm-hmm.
( slapping )
What you got for me? What you got?
What is this? Oh, shit.
( giggles )
It's a Franklin.
Three-piece suit was easy money.
Yeah, I guess so.
Thank you, baby.
- Ashley, honey... - Hmm?
You wanna get a look at this?
It's a hundred-dollar bill.
I don't think you've seen this kind in a while.
Look here, baby. Gonna make you nostalgic.
That ain't funny, C.C. I've pulled in as much as her tonight.
Yeah, I know, I know. I'm just fucking with you.
- Yeah, can we call it a night? - Yeah, I'm tired, too.
Come on, one more each, ladies.
Up and at 'em, up and at 'em.
Let's go.
Before the sun catches us all.
Who you waiting on, Larry?
Darlene.
( crowd cheering )
( Darlene sniffling )
Keep your eyes on me. Mind nothing else.
- Lucie: I can bear it so long as I'm near you. - Oh, jeez.
Lucie: But when I go, will they be quick?
Man: I know, she's terrified.
But watch, he's gonna get her through it.
Goodbye.
God bless you.
She loves him, right?
Does he know that she loves him?
( drum roll )
- ( thuds ) - ( cheering )
Oh, jeez.
Man on TV: 23.
Nobody loved him until right now,
at the end.
Sydney narrating: It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done.
It's a far, far better rest I go to
than I have ever known.
( music playing )
Man: It's pretty great, huh?
You ever read the book?
There's a book?
- ( music playing, laughter ) - Frankie: No, no, but you're an excellent card player.
- ( man speaks Korean ) - Frankie: Well, no luck so far, but still excellent.
One of these days, you're gonna have all my money.
( men speaking Korean )
- Frankie: Hey, what the fuck? - ( man speaking Korean )
So, what'd you do?
Spit on the sidewalk?
Flanagan: She tried to purchase amphetamines over on 10th.
Oh.
I needed to stay up for an exam tomorrow.
Try coffee next time.
What are you studying?
My exam is for econ, but I'm an English major.
You speak English pretty good already.
You gotta go to more school for that?
I'm studying literature.
Like books?
Mostly modern stuff.
Um, this semester I'm taking a class
called Existentialism and the Absurd.
We read "The Stranger." You know Camus?
I know Sabu.
Saw his pictures when I was a kid.
"Jungle Book," like that.
Who has time to read a book?
( clears throat )
This your place, Vincent?
I manage it.
You asked them to dress like that?
Oh, that? That's a whatchamacallit.
Innovation I came up with tonight.
See, the better they look, the more tips they make,
and it brings in the suit-and-tie trade into the bar.
Ever wonder what it's like for them to be objectified?
Objecto-who?
You gotta slow down, kid.
I'm just a guinea from Brooklyn.
It means treating a person as a thing.
Ever wonder what they think about that?
I don't know what they think.
All I know is they made more money tonight
than any night in here in months.
You know, you could do what they do.
I'd put you behind the stick in a second.
I know I could. But would I?
Right. I wouldn't want to make you feel
like, you know, a thing.
You're smarter than you let on.
No one's ever called me smart before.
Not ever, but thank you.
Christ. ( clears throat )
I'm three sheets.
You ready to go? I'm ready.
Um, I think I'll stay here, have one more.
I'll get her a cab, Danny.
Hey, your money's no good here, Officer.
( sighs )
You can get me here any time, Abby,
in case you get jammed up or whatever.
Or, you know...
you just want to talk.
Thanks for giving me a break.
That's me, Officer Friendly.
See you soon, Danny.
Not if I see you first.
I think this is what you were looking for.
Now, next time, you don't go down to Hell's Kitchen
and deal with scum, all right?
( chuckles ) Thanks, but I'm okay.
The speed wasn't for me. It was for my friends.
Don't you gotta study?
I know that econ shit inside out.
- All right. ( clears throat ) - ( pills rattling )
You know, you should get back.
It's gonna be light soon.
Catch the dawn, you feel like a vampire.
I think I'll sit here with you for a little while,
if you don't mind.
Let me get rid of this for you.
Darlene: You sure you don't want to do nothing tonight, Louis?
Nothing?
I liked watching the movie with you is all.
Nothing?
Not even a handjob?
No.
Uh, listen, Louis...
I've been up here so long watching a movie that...
I'm kind of worried that my man might get upset with me
if I only come back to him with the usual price.
So, um...
do you think you could advance me now
so he'll be cool with me
and I'll come past for free next week?
Hey, you want the rest of the pizza?
Oh, no, honey, I'm good. I gotta race.
( door opens, closes )
Thanks, miss.
Yeah.
Man: Remember, you have 20 minutes for each section,
so if there's something you get hung up on,
move on and come back to it later.
( doorbell rings )
( distant dogs barking )
Oh, it's for the month.
Where is he?
He was taking a nap.
He had a little fever this morning, but he's okay.
He's allergic to school is all.
All right, we'll don't wake him up.
He woke up when he heard the doorbell.
Go. Put your coat in your room.
Joan, muffled: Mom's here.
She's in your room, waiting for you.
( conversation continues indistinctly )
- ( footsteps ) - ( sighs )
( door opens )
( running footsteps )
- Mom! - Hi, hey.
Oh, kiddo.
( kisses ) Oh!
Mm. Let me see you.
You don't look so sick to me.
- How you feeling? - Okay.
You think maybe you should've gone to school today?
( laughs ) Maybe?
It's not like you can blame me.
I can't?
I'm working seven nights a week.
I'm trying to hold down a couple jobs--
Seven nights a week. That's right.
Seven nights a week-- I'm supposed to be home
with the kids every night, and where are you?
I'm working.
You could've done that thing with my father.
- Oh, shit. - He'd have got you made, maybe.
Or at least you'd been in a crew, Vinnie, instead.
You know what? Fuck that shit, okay?
Every time I turn around, there's some asshole dago thinks he owns the world
'cause he's in some fucking crew.
And your dad's a fucking asshole.
And both your brothers are upstate from that shit.
And you're a barman.
I'm more than that now.
I'm managing a joint in Manhattan.
I should thank you for kicking me out of the nest.
I'm at the center of things now.
I'm building something.
- You're from Brooklyn. - So what?
Francis Albert's from Hoboken. He owns New York.
You're not Frank Sinatra.
Junior maybe.
You're not even Tony Martin.
I'm still young, Vin.
And you don't never come home to me.
And it ain't like you ain't out there
fucking around on me when you can.
I know, okay? I know.
I know about Marie DiParma.
I know about all of 'em.
You ain't fooling nobody.
Vin, you got a home.
You got a family.
A color TV, and you're living
in some shitty Times Square hotel
with whores and drunks?
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
I'm sorry for some of the shit I done.
I am.
You know we could be good
if we tried.
- Tell the kids... - Tell them what?
Just tell them I had to go.
And I'll see them again.
( sighs )
( music playing )
- You need another round? - Sure.
It's raining, C.C. Raining hard.
No one likes to get wet, but we all gotta work, baby.
( groans ) I don't wanna work tonight.
I know, baby, I know.
Look here, uh...
why don't we go somewhere where we can talk about this,
just the two of us, hmm?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah?
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, let's go.
Ooh.
( moaning, panting )
Yeah, yeah.
( grunts )
Wait.
( both panting )
( woman screaming )
( screaming continues )
Vinnie.
( screaming continues )
- Go. - All right, all right. I'll go-- I'll go look.
( woman wails )
( woman sobbing )
C.C.: Ashley, honey, what you crying for?
- ( crying continues ) - Hey, shh!
Shit, now, everything all right.
We're just talking.
( whimpering )
We're talking, that's all.
- That's all. - ( sobbing )
C.C.: Shh.
( sobbing continues )
- ( sobbing continues ) - How that feel?
( panting )
- Hurt. - Yeah?
Next time I'll open your face.
You'll never make another penny.
Could send you back to West Virginia
and let your daddy ass-fuck you all over again.
- C.C.-- - I ain't say you could speak!
( whimpers )
When I say to get out there and retail, you do it.
You don't like working in the rain?
I don't give a good fuck if you wet or cold or on fire,
you get me my goddamn money.
( sobbing )
( whimpering )
Vincent.
( lock clicks )
( music playing )