We should pay that doctor a visit.
♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
You're making the wrong people angry.
-We're doing this picture, and it's called Red Hot. -(MOANS)
I had money in that picture too.
CANDY: I'm gonna be promoting the film I made.
This one's not appropriate for a guy your age.
(SIRENS WAILING)
ALSTON: You're going directly to the landlords with your summons.
If I can expose the property owners and bring them into court,
maybe I can...
GOLDMAN: Replace the sex-orientated businesses
with legitimate store fronts.
BERNICE: I live with my father and sisters,
but now I'm thinking about moving out,
getting my own place.
-(LIGHTER CLICKS) -I came here for an advance.
-We don't have it. -C.C.: You have it.
-♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪ -(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(GRUNTING)
-(PANTING) -(LIGHTER CLICKS)
( vomiting, coughing )
( vomiting, coughing continues )
( toilet flushing )
( gargles, spits )
( sniffs ) Hmm?
( sniffs )
You OK?
Never been better.
( chatter, laughter )
I lost ninety-four fuckin' pounds. Ninety-four--
- Here she is. Mwah. - Candy's late.
Fashionably. Hey. Hey. It's her night, it's her film.
- Let her have her big entrance. - Frankie: Hey...
Mr. and Mrs. Wasserman!
- Harvey: Mr. and Mrs. Martino! - Ahh.
Mazel on the premiere
of your very first producorial endeavor.
All right!
So, how much money is this makin' us?
Regrettably, this is an invitation-only event, ya understand?
So the tickets are gratis.
But we open in ten theaters on Thursday.
That's all?
That's a lot. For porn, that's huge.
- Huge. - All right?
OK.
All right, all right.
Oh, yeah, Harv, uh...
we're gonna do right by Christina on the next one?
I mean, leading role?
- On the next one? - Yeah.
- I mean, we owe it. - You mean you owe it.
You know, we're gonna figure that out later. Enjoy yourselves tonight.
- OK. OK! - All right? Both of you.
- A mazel top to you, my friend. - Oh, my God. All right.
- Love the tie. - Beautiful.
Man: Turn this way. Let me see that beautiful face, baby.
Thank you. Thank you, baby.
- ( chatter ) - ( horn honking )
'Scuse me, baby, let me get a photo. Baby? Hey!
Man 2: This way, please, come on.
Man 3: Come on, come on! Gimme somethin'.
- Lookin' beautiful, mama! - Give me a smile, come on.
Man 1: Hey, baby, hey! You're looking so pretty.
Put a nice smile on.
One more, one more, one more. Sparkly diamonds!
- Man 2: Come on. - Man 3: Lookin' good!
Man 4: This way, this way!
( chatter, laughter )
Wow!
Woman: Congratulations, Candy!
- Man 1: Russ! Hey, Russ! - Man 2: Russell!
- Ho, boy! Russ! - Oh. I see some old friends
- from when I was young. - No problem.
OK. I'll catch you in there.
Harvey: Ten theaters...
and counting.
And... this.
We made the trades.
Tomorrow's "Variety."
( chatter )
Hey, Lori Madison!
Hey, Lori, what's wrong?
- Um, nothing. - No, no, no.
- Lori, talk to me. - Just...
I know he's gonna-- He's gonna show up here. I know.
This is-- This is your night, all right?
If his narrow ass shows up, he's not gettin' anywhere near you.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. - Understand?
Hey. My word is my bond.
- OK. - OK.
Woman: Oh, my God! Look at you!
Marty Hodas: Hot as balls.
"...and the script is at points blunt and knowing.
There's much to be admired here.
So much, in fact, that were it not
for the gratuitous punctuation
of hardcore pornographic imagery,
"Red Hot" could be called--
( chuckles )
--an instant arthouse tour-de-force."
- Gratuitous? - Never mind that.
You are holding the best review of a skin flick
since "Behind the Green Door."
The guy bought what you were selling.
This is a hit, Eileen.
Forget about the raincoat crowd,
guys are gonna bring dates to this.
Regular guys. Normal guys.
Normal?
Harvey, I keep telling you: fuck normal.
- Nobody's normal. - Come here.
- ( applause ) - Man: Yeah, Lori! Yeah!
- Woman: Congratulations, Lori. - Man: Yeah, Lori, yeah!
Man 2: You're beautiful, baby!
( applause continues )
Man: Hey, all right!
Frat Guy: Russ would be the idiot with flowers on his arm.
Let's just say it's not exactly like the old days
when you were fumbling around with those Tri-Delt girls at the fall mixer.
Only difference between Candy and the Tri-Delt girls is Candy knows how to fuck.
So what's it like bonin' a porn star?
Russell: It's like bonin' a porn star.
( all laugh )
- Friend 1: Shit. - Harvey: So, uh,
the screening's about to start,
and I'd like you to intro the film.
You ready with a few words?
Candy: Yeah.
♪ See her picture in a thousand places ♪
♪ 'Cause she's this year's girl ♪
♪ You think you all own ♪
♪ Little pieces of this year's girl ♪
♪ Forget your fancy manners ♪
♪ Forget your English grammar ♪
♪ 'Cause you don't really give a damn ♪
♪ About this year's girl ♪
♪ Ahh-ee-ahh ♪
♪ Still you're hopin' that she's well-spoken ♪
♪ 'Cause she's this year's girl ♪
♪ You want her broken with her mouth wide open ♪
♪ 'Cause she's this year's girl ♪
♪ Those disco synthesizers ♪
♪ Those daily tranquilizers ♪
♪ Those body-building prizes ♪
♪ Those bedroom alibis ♪
♪ All this ♪
♪ But no surprises ♪
♪ For this year's girl ♪
♪ All this ♪
♪ But no surprises ♪
♪ For this year's girl ♪
♪ Hey! ♪
♪ Ahh-ee-ahh ♪
( train whistle blows )
- Vincent: Well, I'm awake. - Andrea: What made you think
this movie was gonna keep them interested?
I love this movie.
Bill Holden is like the hero
without any of the hero bullshit.
- He didn't want to go back. - Yeah, but he did.
I dunno, I read in the TV Guide it was playin',
and I thought they would be ready for it.
I mean, I was at their age.
I remember I took two buses
all the way to the Marine on Flatbush to see it.
- Marine's gone now. - Yeah.
Oh, fuck, we're on Memory Lane.
- The years, ya know? - Christ, Vin, no.
- No, don't even start. - Yeah, you're not wrong.
So, how's it goin' with that guy from Cedarhurst?
- The lawyer. - Done. Done.
Oh. I was rootin' for that guy.
You were rootin' for an end to the monthly checks,
that's what you were rootin' for. Be honest.
No. Fuck the money. The money's easy.
Why can't I want you happy?
Yeah, well, not with that mook, that was for sure.
( sighs )
And Abby? How's that?
Good.
I mean...
I don't know.
Good, but you don't know?
She has her own things... her own worlds.
She's smarter than me, which is great, but...
You're smart, Vin. Don't play that dumb bartender shit with me.
She's book smart, and I'm not that.
And it ain't even really about the books.
You know, when I met her, she was young,
and there was this whole world she didn't know about.
But now it's like she sees the world better than me.
And me,
I think she sees right through.
Just because she knows more shit than you
doesn't mean she won't make you a good wife, Vin.
She wants to get married like I want a kidney stone.
What about, uh...
you know, kids?
What do you want?
I want a house and a wife
and a bunch of rug rats runnin' around,
and a dog and a cat and a goldfish,
and a lawn and a driveway with a Lincoln rustin' in it.
And I want to be at the center of the world
and never fuckin' sleep.
( both laugh )
Same as ever.
Yeah, but... I'm more mature than I was.
I'm more thoughtful about it.
Oh, thoughtful.
Yeah, thoughtful.
( movie soundtrack playing )
I'll help you... ( clears throat )
put 'em to bed.
Come on, Vincenzo.
Oh, my God.
I can't even lift him. What are you feedin' this guy?
He's 11 now, Vin.
- Come on. - They grow.
( chuckles ) Yeah.
All right, come on, buddy.
Come on. Here we go.
I can't carry you anymore.
Angie, honey, come on, it's bedtime.
Angie, wake up. Bedtime.
Is Dad still here?
Yeah, he's just taking your brother upstairs.
Go on, bedtime.
Go on, brush your teeth.
Tommy: Yeah, you know, so... you can figure that part out.
I don't really care.
You sure of this?
Yeah.
How you know?
We know. We always know.
Well, just that you're sure.
Yeah, of course.
( women chattering in background )
- Carlos: Yeah? - Yo, my man. You eat?
- Not yet. You? - Nah, let's run out.
Bernice: You fittin' to go on a food run? Count me in, OK?
Carlos: ...Spanish joint with the good menudo?
No, I got a new place I wanna check out.
- Yeah? - Chinese.
All right. I could do with some lo mein.
Yeah. Come past and get me.
- So you can't carry out for me? - What you want?
Egg foo young. Shrimp toast.
( rock music playing on car radio )
Black Frankie: You just passed it.
Carlos: That place back there?
Yeah.
I don't know, man. Looks like a mistake waitin' to happen.
Yeah.
( radio music continues )
( gun clatters )
Rodney: Don't slam it like that.
Fuck. Shit's so stomped on,
no one needs to worry.
Yeah, well, you ain't wrong.
That's why we gon' go to the source.
Stop talkin' that crazy shit, Rodney.
Bitch, ain't nothin' crazy 'bout it.
( couple arguing )
Hot Rod got it all figured out.
( women chattering in background )
( jazz playing )
This from the new place?
Nah, new place ain't shit.
Hey.
My God. Looks like
you're crammin' for a midterm 10 years too late.
- Hunting for a play. - Which one?
- The right one. - OK.
Well, that narrows it down, I guess.
- "Glass Menagerie"? - That's a finalist,
but I am also looking at O'Neill and "Ah, Wilderness!"
and Inge.
Maybe even "Richard II."
That's a lot of auditions.
Fuck auditions. I am going to stage something.
On my own, if I have to.
On your own? Uh, where? How?
Not a clue. But I'm gonna do it.
( sighs )
And somewhere in here is my play.
Something from the canon with the kind of subtext
that can be set to homosexual themes,
something everyone thinks is a straight play,
and then we turn it on its head
and surprise the hell out of people.
"Glass Menagerie"?
Aw, come on, Tom Wingfield has more of a crush
on his sister's gentleman caller than she does.
Hmm.
( chuckles ) OK.
I am going to do this, Paul.
Somehow.
I want this to be a theater group
in the Village, of the Village, and for the Village.
And fuck every casting agent in town who ever whispered me out of a room.
Hmm.
Well, you're gonna need a stage somewhere.
And money beyond that.
- I'm not pressing you. - I don't feel pressed,
but I'm gonna do this with you.
It's not a nightclub, Paul.
- It's community theater. - I know.
This is how people stay poor.
Yeah, well, I make enough money.
Just promise me you'll stay away from Richard.
Nobody wants to see a gay hunchback.
That's "Richard III," you lowbrow fuck.
Yeah, you know me, always grabbin' at the wrong Dick.
( police radio chatter )
Alston: Yeah, this one's gonna be bad.
M.E. Attendant: Yeah, smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Cop: One, two, three.
Cop 2: Christ! You can smell him from here!
Alston: He's gone ripe.
Watch out he don't burst on you when you pull back the rug.
Braden: From the clothes, "he" was a "she."
Tech: Not that you could tell otherwise.
Her face is fuckin' movin'.
- Sergeant: Whoo! - Cop 2: You want some VapoRub?
Cop 1: Nah, I'm good.
Police Photographer: All right, I got shots of the Dumpster,
of the rug, both ends of the alley.
Let me know if you want anything else, Chris.
OK.
Got a Spina, Dorothy.
Thirty-four years.
Burlingame, California, address.
All right, I don't want to lose any trace evidence
fuckin' around here in the alley,
so let's roll it back up,
take the whole mess down to the M.E.
- Customer: Miss. - Thank you, sir.
Pimp: ...motherfucker.
Aw, shit, here come one of his.
- Julito: Mal de ojo. - I like the way that sounds, Daddy.
Who the fuck you callin' Daddy?
I was just thinkin', with C.C. in the wind,
that I could maybe earn for one of you.
( laughs ) Earn?
Girl, you rough on pimps.
Says who?
Al Polite: First you buried Reggie Love.
Now word is C.C.'s been iced.
What word?
C.C. probably took all his money and went somewhere.
- That ain't what the streets say. - Well, fuck the streets.
And I didn't do nothing to Reggie neither.
This ain't fair.
Bad luck come in threes.
So go on, bitch. No one here gon' pimp you.
( laughs )
Cook: Order up. Pancakes with a side of sausage.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Over easy, hash browns, bacon.
See if we have a pair like this in the front window.
If not, get these out there. They always sell.
( jazz playing )
- Hey. - You need help?
I know you.
I don't think so.
Yeah. I do.
I think you got me mistook for someone.
Oh, not in a million years. I wouldn't forget that face.
Or, uh... everything else that goes along with it.
Get the fuck out.
You hear me?
Get the fuck outta here, asshole!
- I didn't mean anything by it. Wait! - Get out, asshole!
Get the fuck out, and take your shit-eating grin with you!
Abby: The more cartoon, the better.
The Ramones, Cramps, whatever.
Back in England, where it all began, it's political.
Woman: Yeah, that's legit. It's only legit over in London.
Abby: Excuse me a minute.
Woman: I gotta get over there, you know?
That's where they're doin' it.
Vincent: Hey.
Couldn't figure out how to spend it?
I was giving it all to Dorothy.
Yeah, so?
I haven't seen her in a week.
Not since Dave Hiller and his crew
packed up their shop and left.
Maybe she went with him.
Doubt it.
She'll post up.
Bobby: Vincent.
- Take a walk with me. - Now?
All right, give me a minute.
Rodney: I just need you out front.
- Jeez, Rodney, you're serious. - Yeah.
Lookin' out is all.
So no one can come in and bother me none.
Now, if you can do that, we set.
Three, four minutes of good lookin' out,
then just walk away.
I'll meet you back at the crib...
with all the candy I can carry.
- Carlos? - Gone.
- But they-- - Gone, Vincent. He's gone.
- But why? - Fuck do I know?
Black Frankie comes in today,
tells me like it's barely my business.
Tommy Longo told him to make it happen, and he did it. He just fuckin' did.
But what reason?
Black Frankie says that it got back to Rudy
that Carlos was... talkin' out of school.
Him bein' a drunk, they weren't gonna let it stand.
Carlos. Jesus Christ.
It's fuckin' me up, Vincent.
Bobby, this is what's fuckin' you up?
This right here? Carlos?
Last we talked,
you and my brother were runnin' out in the middle of the night
to get bleach to wipe down the fuckin' parlor
because you two lost your fuckin' mind
and killed a pimp on the premises.
You killed him over bullshit, Bobby, all right?
And now you're gonna get emotional?
I mean, you fuckin' kiddin' me?
This is different.
- Different how? - It's one of our own.
You think I'm gonna squeeze out some tears over fuckin' C.C.?
He had it comin' for 12 different reasons, and you know it.
But this was one of our own people, Vincent.
And even so, Rudy and Tommy, they just reach right around me,
tap Black Frankie to put a bullet in a guy's head.
Black Frankie, who supposedly works for us,
but when he gets an order from Tommy,
he drops one of our own. You see what I'm sayin'?
What happens when Tommy tells Black Frankie or whoever
that it's my turn? Or yours?
- ( phone ringing ) - Cop: Homicide.
Yeah, hang on.
- History? - Lots of it.
All pross-related.
Soliciting, loitering-- going back to '69.
Nothin' in the last six years or so.
Call those "the California years."
You heard Constantine caught one last night too, right?
- In a car. West 27th? - Yep.
What's that lookin' like?
Mob related.
Gambino ties.
The summer heat's startin' to get to everybody.
It's always like that in August.
And not a taxpayer in the bunch.
Just us, pickin' up the trash,
misdemeanor homicides.
Son of a bitch.
I knew her.
Went by the name Ashley.
Musta tossed her in the ho wagon two dozen times.
Yeah? Well, it didn't take.
Cop: Front end out.
You pull into a parking space front end in,
every boss will be beating you like a red-headed stepchild.
( knocks on door )
- Detective. - I'll shadow Goldman for you.
You been on me to do it, and I will.
But I have conditions.
No doubt, Detective.
If you're looking for work, you gon' have to wait on Bobby.
Ain't no guarantee, given your history here.
That was fuckin' years ago.
He's like a elephant. He don't forget.
I'm management too.
Name's Joseph, but you can call me Joey.
Bernice: Management?
Melissa. I can start now
if you guys are down a girl or somethin'.
Joey, this girl and your father have history in this place.
I stole from a john. Got barred from all the parlors.
But that was forever and a day ago.
So, you're, um... you're Bobby's boy.
Mm-hmm.
How old are you?
Twenty-four.
Melissa, why don't I buy you dinner
and we figure out how to put the past behind us?
I mean, everyone deserves a second chance.
You don't look 24, Joey.
Everyone says that. It's so weird.
So, what do you like to eat, huh?
Um... steak, Joey.
Or lobster, maybe?
How 'bout both?
Cool.
( clicks tongue )
( chatter, laughter )
But they like that.
Oh, no, no. Right place, wrong time.
Braden: No, ladies, no hassle tonight.
Promise!
- We need some help. - Come on.
Ha! Help?
Was she on the stroll?
I don't know her.
Did she have a man out here?
Anyone see her get into a car the last couple weeks?
- You guys ain't Vice? - Homicide.
Hooker 2: She's dead?
What's the word on the street?
Any bad johns the girls are avoiding?
She wasn't a whore.
Braden: You sayin' you knew her? Where you think you're goin'?!
Man on TV: I tell you, nothing was there when we came in.
Toddler: ( baby talk )
What's this one about?
- Nothin'. - Damn right.
Like I been sayin'--
Girl, just back up!
Let me see it.
- What the fuck. - It ain't yours.
Who wrote you a check?
- It's from me workin'-- - It's from what?
It's from me workin' on my thing.
Your thing? What's your thing?
I'm a salesgirl. I sell clothes.
You sell what?
What I make with you, I share with you.
What I make on my own is mine.
When did you get... a straight job?
( door opens )
What the--?
Piece of shit!
Motherfucker!
Fuck!
Loretta: Fuck you!
( shrieks ) Piece of shit!
- Uhh! - ( Loretta coughs )
What the fuck is goin' on around here?!
You killed her!
- What? - You killed Ashley!
Larry: I ain't kill anyone.
You're the fuckin' pimps, you did it.
Bitch, I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about.
Ashley got killed?
( Loretta panting )
Let... me... up!
I ain't had shit to do with anybody gettin' killed.
And if Ashley dead, you might want to think on
who had it out for that girl.
Or who ain't been around in a good while.
Yeah. Could be C.C. in the wind for a reason.
What's the fuckin' difference?
- What are you sayin'? - Darlene: Ashley is dead?
Who's Ashley?
Darlene: Loretta...
I'm fuckin' done with this.
( crying ) I'm fuckin' done with it.
- ( door slams ) - ( toddler crying )
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Harvey: Only three years old, and $1,600 new.
And already this thing's a fuckin'--
it's a fuckin' stegosaurus.
Now, behold...
the future.
This is a new Panasonic prototype
that they're gonna market next year,
I think for less than a thousand retail, and that's top of the line.
Artie Morowitz brought this back from the CES show in Chicago.
It's just you, in the privacy of your own home, doing whatever you wanna do
when you're watching people fuckin' on your own television set!
- Hmm. - ( laughs )
Look. Look at this shit, OK?
You can watch it... again and again.
You can go backwards!
( laughing )
There! Or forwards!
Huh?
And the old in-and-out
becomes the old out-and-in.
Like I said, this is the future for us,
which means that today,
you're gonna go back into editing and put together trailers
for "Pleasure Prison" and "Touch in the Night."
- What for? - Well, we're gonna
stick 'em on every videotape of "Red Hot" that we sell.
"Other titles also available
- from HW International Films." - Yeah.
We are gonna tease our backlist on every video!
Yeah, if they're mail-ordering for one,
they're probably in the market for more movies.
- That makes a lot of sense. - And it's not just mail order.
Morowitz is opening up a store for videos on 47th.
Hmm? Yeah. You walk right up to the counter.
They sell you any title that goes to videotape.
I think it's like $100 a unit for VHS,
$90 for Beta?
For one? People are gonna pay that?
For porn in the privacy of their own homes,
people are gonna sell their children.
( laughing )
And hey, I also need a 45-second clip from "Red Hot."
OK? No sex. Just people walking and talking, whatever,
while fully clothed.
What for?
For Jack Valance. On "Late Night."
- What? - They booked you as a guest.
No! Fuck you!
"The feminist auteur who made a porn classic."
And they're willing to let you show a clip,
so long as it meets network standards.
I am going on network television
to fuckin' sell porn?
O brave new world.
Valance's bookers would like you to do a pre-interview,
OK, Candy Renée?
You're what's known in this business as a "good get."
Mack here tells me that you can be trusted,
that we can rely on you.
Sir?
The department is going all-in with the Midtown partnership.
We want it to work. But...
We don't want to be surprised.
We need to know where the thing is going before it gets there.
If we need to clean something up, fine.
You give us the word, you'll give us a chance.
Don't hang the department out in public.
And if someone with some pull down at City Hall
is gonna be targeted,
some landlord or holding company or whatever,
we want to know who we're biting in the ass.
We'll make the enemies if we have to, sure,
but let us know in advance
so we can protect ourselves.
Now, what do you need?
I need you to shuffle most of the Vice plainclothes out of Midtown,
especially the guys in Public Morals and the taskforce.
I can't do this if I gotta wade through the usual shit.
Hartman: Anything else?
Respectfully, sir, I'll let you know.
You do that, Sergeant Alston.
My door is open to you.
Congratulations on making rank.
Sir, I'm nowhere near the top of the sergeant's list.
You are now.
The Wolf: She can't help you now, girl.
You mine.
No, I... I don't like that.
Try to find something on 8th Avenue with Larry and Lori.
Maybe the second chase sequence?
- So, omitting the skin, maybe in the doorway or... - Yes. Yeah.
OK.
Eileen? Um, about--
about the other night, with those guys, um--
Yeah. Fuck you, Russell.
Um, it just-- it's...
That's not how I think of us.
No, really, fuck you.
And fuck me too.
You know, I settled for us,
'cause I thought you were safe for me.
You're in the business. You know what we do.
You know what's real...
and what's not real.
So, you know, I thought I could let my guard down a little,
not have to worry someone was pretending to fuck Eileen
when Candy was the only one in his bed.
I know. I don't--
Like, I know these guys from back in the day,
and I was...
I got caught up in trying to impress them, but...
( chuckles ) Yeah.
It's stupid, and I'm sorry.
Yeah, anything you got in my apartment,
I'll throw in a bag for you.
Start on that mid-shot of Lori, coming out of the subway.
We'll go from there.
Oh...
You kiddin' me?
That kind of money for the East Village?
Theater in the West Village or even Chelsea'd be three times the rent.
For what you have to spend, be thankful this is still Manhattan.
Ugh.
He's gone, OK?
He is not coming back for you, Lori.
He is gone for good.
He was paid to go.
You don't know him.
You don't.
He's gonna come back for me, you'll see.
This is fucking crazy.
The people I work with, they bought him out.
He took the money.
Doesn't matter.
( sniffling )
Look... whatever you left at his crib,
we can replace it,
and for now, you can keep on staying with me.
I am fine with that.
But come Friday,
you are going to get on that plane and go to L.A.
and do the L.A. premiere
and the publicity they have scheduled.
We're committed.
I'm not gonna go until he says I can.
I'm not.
Jesus, Lori!
This is so fucking paranoid.
How much coke are you doing?
You don't understand.
Renton: So, how is it going with my sister?
Darlene: Fine.
Oh.
Thanks for makin' it happen.
Nadine is worried you are unhappy.
Me? No, I just... had a thing yesterday.
Yeah, she told me.
You know what, Renton?
I ain't gonna lie to you.
You don't deserve that, you really don't.
You are lying?
I'm not telling the truth, that's for damn sure.
You could do better for yourself.
Excuse me?
Way better.
I slept with men... for money.
I did it for years.
And I've been in movies, dirty-ass movies.
The guy yesterday, he recognized me from the movies,
and I just lost my shit when he did.
So now you know.
But it's a job.
And I did it.
Do you still?
Less and less.
Why you think I took the job with your sister?
It's hard to get past it all, ain't it?
Come to class.
- Vincent: Feels like something's turned. - Big Mike: How so?
I don't know, I just...
I always thought of us-- you know, me and mine--
this is gonna sound stupid,
but I always thought of us as being good people.
What, we ain't?
Maybe all the assholes in the world,
they go through life thinkin' that they're not assholes.
They think they're right people, and they're not.
That's a part of being an asshole.
That's what I'm sayin'.
Ahh.
These motherfuckers...
they come to me tomorrow, and they tell me to do you.
What do I say?
What do you say if they come to you, tell you to do me?
What do you think?
I think we're not assholes.
No.
But you can never be sure, right?
( chuckles softly )
Man over P.A.: Check, one, two.
( bass player tunes up )
( chatter, laughter )
Boy, am I glad to see you.
Where has our girl been?
( band noodling )
( drummer tests kit )
(sniffling )
Man: Check, one, two.
( both laughing )
( phone ringing )
Ahh. Yup, classics.
( coughs )
Vincent.
Ahh.
Yeah?
Uh-huh.
All right. Stay there.
Stay there.
- ( knock on door ) - Matty the Horse: Hey.
Get up. Pour us something.
Ianniello, wha--
You fellas can wait outside.
- Pour. - Yeah.
All right. Huh?
Is there something, uh-- What-- What can I do?
Do you know this gentleman?
Uh, I'm sorry, I-I-- How do you do?
- I'm good. - His name is Rudy Pipilo,
and you should fuckin' know him.
He happens to own 25% of your movie.
But what's really confusing to me is,
I own 90% of it.
How much is that?
Hundred and fifteen percent.
Add on the 10% for you and yours,
if this thing ever sees a fuckin' profit,
how much does that make, Harvey?
A hundred and a quarter.
How-- How do you-- How do you have--
Frankie Martino sold me a quarter for 20 grand.
He didn't tell you where the cash came from?
He, uh...
( breathing heavily )
You dumb fuckin' sheeny.
Do you realize what you've done?
You sold the same movie to two capos--
one Gambino, and one Genovese.
It's true.
We don't even like each other.
We really don't.
( punk rock band playing )
Hey.
- Abby: You were right. - Vincent: No.
Abby: The pimps.
C.C., I know it was him.
Look.
- This isn't your fault. - Loretta: Hell no.
This isn't about you.
I should have stopped it.
Shit, how?
This is about Ashley
and what she couldn't shake.
That damage don't lie.
Come on.
( Abby sobbing )
( hinges creak )
- ( door opens ) - Larry: Darlene.
You ain't gon' say goodbye or nothin'?
It's easier this way.
Thing is,
you should've never let me see you act, Larry.
Once you showed me that, you showed me everything.
How you mean?
Pimp is a role.
So is whore.
You pretended to be one, I pretended to be the other,
and we went on like that for years.
You know, pretendin'.
But shit,
once you start lettin' a girl inside the pretend,
it's over, ain't it?
Besides...
your heart ain't been in pimpin' for a long while now.
So this is it, then?
Yeah.
A lot of years, Darlene.
We might not ever see each other again.
I do this right...
we sure as hell will not.
( door closes )
This... same caliber, but more than six.
You know how to use semi-auto?
( dry-fires )
It's all good.
Just remember there's one in the chamber after you rack the slide.
I can probably do 60 a day for that one,
another ten for bullets.
( talk show audio in background )
- ( knocking ) - Gonna come get you in five minutes.
You need anything? Hair and makeup touchup?
- You tell me. - You look good.
Host: Hearst built a castle there. You should go see it.
Guest: Next time I'm in the neighborhood,
I'll be sure to stop by.
( laughter )
Tommy: Christ, this place is all class.
- Paul: Mm-hmm. - What's the overhead?
Higher than usual.
I'm still clearing two or three a week.
So you're set. Whoo!
- Why call us now? - I need cash now.
For one thing, I wanna buy out my partner in this.
He risked everything, now he needs to move on, I owe him.
And for another, I got a new opportunity.
- What's that? - A theater.
- Like for movies? - Nah, for plays.
Hmm.
Money in that?
Not a dime, that I can tell.
- ( Paul laughs ) - How much?
Seventy-five. But here's the thing:
If I can pay Rudy that back, with a fair vig within the year,
I want to get clear.
Yeah, it doesn't work that way.
- Yeah. - Look, Rudy's not greedy.
He won't bust you out. You know this.
- Mm-hmm. - But if we're in, we're in for the run.
Yeah.
I understand that you not only directed the movie,
but you also acted in it.
What was it like directing yourself?
Hmm. Um...
I mean, did you make the cast do take after take
until you were satisfied?
( audience laughing )
Um...
my cast was really talented,
and it was an honor to work with them.
Oh, come on, lighten up.
It's an adult movie, not an Oscar contender.
- ( laughter ) - I-- I know, but I--
Just because we're depicting human sexuality,
that doesn't mean you can assume that we're not professionals
or that we don't have a story to tell.
Right, and we all read Playboy for the interviews.
( laughter )
( deadbolt locks )
Give it. Give it all.
Time safe. It's a time safe.
( cocks pistol )
( click )
- You stupid-- - ( groans )
Get up, motherfucker! Get up!
Look what you made me do, huh?
Shit!
( both muttering )
( gunshot )
Fuck this!
( hyperventilating )
- ( "Red Hot" music playing ) - ( bar chatter )
Talk show host: Well, that was no fun at all.
- Candy: Oh, no? - Everybody had their clothes on.
I remember when we used to collar her
twice a week on the stroll.
Now she's swapping spit on talk shows.
Good for her.
- Hey. - ( police radios beep )
Radio: Units be advised, there's a 10-30 in progress.
- Cop: That's us. - Cop 2: All right, let's roll.
...Tenth and 44th Street.
- What was the address on that? - Pharmacy on Tenth.
All right. You comin'?
For what?
Save my stool, will ya?
( panting )
( screams )
( cash register rings )
Fuck!
Hey. Where's your partner?
- Covering the back. - No no. Go find him.
I got this till backup comes, then we'll go in.
Go.
Rodney: Shay!
Shay, we clear out there?
Shay!
( gunshots )
( groans )
Rodney?
Are you kidding me?
Fuck you, Haddix.
( tires squealing )
Cop: Detective on scene!
( cops chattering )
- You OK? - Yeah.
Cop: Somebody call the bus.
I just spilled my fuckin' beer.
Detective, you OK?
Ah, sh...
- Hey, move it, move it! - Back, people, back.
Lori Madison is losing her coke-addled mind
at the idea that her pimp
is hiding behind every lamppost waiting to jump her.
Kiki Rains says she won't get on a plane for the L.A. premiere
unless C.C. says she can.
C.C. ain't gonna say shit.
Well, someone needs to convince Lori of that.
Yeah, it's on me. I-- I'll do it.
Second-- and much more of a problem--
I've been informed that we sold pieces of "Red Hot"
to two different Mafia families?
All right, what-- So who's cryin'? I mean,
the movie's gonna make money, then we all make money.
You don't fuckin' get it.
The only thing these guys like to do more than cheat each other
is cheat other people.
I thought you won that cash in a bet, Frankie. Yeah.
Now these dagos are gonna compete with each other
to see which one of 'em can screw us over more.
No, no, no.
I got my own money in this movie, all right?
And Candy, she's got her guy out in L.A., he threw in.
He's fucked. And so are you.
Hey, that's not fair, Harvey.
I'm not telling you what's fair, dearest,
I'm telling you what is. I--
Look, yeah, sure, if we keep our heads down
and the movie does the business that it should,
sure, maybe they'll peel off a little back end for you, Frankie.
Yeah, maybe they'll even give me a little taste
of what oughta be my cut!
Maybe not!
Boy, you're awfully quiet over there, Miss Merrell.
What say you?
Looks like we're gonna make them some money.
And they're gonna make me a name.
I'm gonna take that name and I'm gonna use it
to raise money for the next picture without them,
and then the next one.
So fuck it.
Hey, Harvey.
Harvey.
This is just money.
It's just money.
What we do is not goin' away.
Not ever.
Hey, you were good on TV last night.
No, I was the butt of that asshole's jokes.
But I'm not goin' away either.
Fuck.
Vincent: You awake?
I made some calls.
Take care of things... for Ashley.
( sighs ) Dorothy.
What do you mean?
I claimed her from the city.
I'll do what needs doin'.
You want to go out there?
( knock on door )
- Hey. - Loretta: Hey.
How's she doin'?
This a bad idea?
No.
No, just, um...
why don't you spend some time with her,
I'm gonna go take care of some things. All right?
- Yeah. - Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
( door closes )
Ding dong.
( grunts )
Why are you here?
The fuck do you think? I need a job.
You think I can go back to trickin'
now that Dorothy Fuckin' Spina decided to die for my sins,
you've lost whatever's left of your mind.
She screwed me good.
Now I gotta clean glasses and spill liquor
in that dive you call a bar.
( chuckles )
( sighs )
There's no fixing this world, is there?
I don't know.
Whatever it is, it's bigger than some pimps,
and it's bigger than all the whores and all the johns.
It's something to do with how our brains work,
or don't.
What do you mean?
I don't know what the fuck I mean. I'm not that smart.
Hmm.
( chuckles )
But, shit, maybe you'll figure it out.
I'll help if I can.
Hmm.
( dog barks in distance )
Hello?
( thunder rumbles )
Hey, who wants to go on vacation?!
Hi, Dad.
( takes deep breath )
Is Adam here?
He's not going with you.
Ma.
- I promised him the beach. - I don't care what you promised him.
He's not goin', and you're not welcome in this house.
- Dad-- - How did you think it would be for him?
What do you think happens in a schoolyard when everything gets said?
- Why, did something happen? - When you tell the whole world who you are?
Fuck you.
Because you don't have any idea--
( thunder rumbling )
( sobbing )
( knocking )
( sniffles )
Hey, Dad.
( knocking )
Dad.
( rain pattering )
( music playing )
So, what'd you want to talk to me about?
He's dead.
C.C. He's dead.
How do you know?
I know.
I saw him. Dead.
You saw him?
You were there?
Why?
Was it 'cause of me?
No.
So, why?
It just happened.
But he's not comin' back.
That's what you need to know.
Yeah.
Waitress: Is everything good?
I got some fresh coffee comin' up.
( sobs )
( sobbing )
Oh, shit.
( continues sobbing )
Waitress: I'll get your check for you. Hold on, honey.
( continues sobbing )
You want some coffee? I got some decaf brewing.
( laughing )
( chatter )
Man on TV: ...was shot in the line of duty.
The 14-year veteran was admitted
to St. Vincent's Hospital
with a single gunshot wound to the shoulder.
While the--
Take it you know the guy.
That is the senior man in Public Morals,
and I had him a heartbeat away from being transferred
to some shithole precinct in an outer borough.
- And now? - Now?
He took one for the company. He's a fuckin' hero.
And if anyone says different, he just unbuttons his shirt and shows 'em the scar.
He fuckin' rules where he stands.
You're kidding me.
God's a second-rate novelist.
Truth is, Sergeant,
I don't need you to clean up the Deuce,
or even clean up your own department.
What I need is for you to hold the line
and make sure it doesn't get worse.
You give me that...
...and the money will do the rest.
The future's now, and I'm gonna run these sons of bitches
right off this island.
Barker over P.A.: See the show,
three dancers on the stage now.
All it costs is one quarter.
Watch 'em, touch 'em,
taste 'em if you're lucky.
Juicy pussy waitin' for ya.
Show these girls what you got.
You love somethin', set it free.
If it comes back to you, it's fucked up.
Speakin' of which, they told me you were back.
What, you pay what you owe, plus some vig?
Manner of speakin'.
They're fuckin' me out of every last dollar I'm due on my movie.
And Rudy, feelin' a little bit guilty,
hands me back this fuckin' shithole.
I mean, motherfucker actually says to me,
"Hey, try not to steal so many quarters this time.
Just keep it within reason."
Fuck.
Nothin' shittier than a consolation prize.
Yeah.
( door closes )
- Vince. - Hey.
( sighs )
Ah, Bobby.
Uh, I was over at St. Gabriel,
with Ashley.
You know.
Yeah, OK.
You, uh, you didn't put a stone down
for that other girl,
what's-her-name.
Shit.
Yeah, I fuckin' forgot.
I'll get it done, Vince. Sorry.
We're better than this, Bobby.
We can be better, you know?
- ( door opens ) - ( chatter, laughter )
- Joey: Well, uh... - Melissa: Yeah, come on,
everyone knows how to dance.
All right. How 'bout a slow one?
Yeah.
( upbeat rock song plays )
Melissa: ( laughs ) This isn't slow, silly.
OK, uh...
Can I see you guys in your position?
I wanna see if there's a way we...
( female singer vocalizing )
♪ Mystery achievement ♪
♪ Don't breathe down my neck, no ♪
♪ I got no trophies on display ♪
♪ I sign them away ♪
♪ I mean, what the heck? ♪
♪ All of your promises ♪
♪ Don't fill me with pride, no ♪
♪ I just wanna get out on the floor ♪
♪ And do the Cuban slide ♪
♪ Slide, slide, slide ♪
♪ Every day, oh, oh ♪
♪ Every nighttime I find ♪
♪ Mystery achievement ♪
♪ You're on my mind, on my mind ♪
♪ On my mind ♪
♪ Every day, oh, oh ♪
♪ Every nighttime I feel, yeah ♪
♪ Mystery achievement ♪
♪ You're so unreal... ♪
Goldman: ...to speak further about the specific strategies
we will be deploying, I'd like to introduce
the director of the Midtown Enforcement Project,
and my boss, Carl Weisbrod.
Carl.
- ( applause ) - Weisbrod: Thank you.
- ( applause ) - ♪ Mystery achievement ♪
♪ Where's my sandy beach? Yeah ♪
♪ I had my dreams like everybody else ♪
♪ But they're out of reach ♪
♪ I said right out of reach ♪
♪ I could ignore you ♪
♪ Your demands are unending ♪
♪ I got no tears on my ice cream ♪
♪ But you know me, I love pretending ♪
♪ But every day, oh, oh ♪
♪ Every nighttime I find... ♪
Greg!
♪ Mystery achievement... ♪
- You're here. - Of course.
Welcome to L.A.
Thank you.
♪ Every day, oh ♪
♪ Every nighttime I feel, yeah ♪
♪ Mystery achievement ♪
♪ You're so unreal... ♪
Where to?
Breakfast.
If you gonna take my badge, Captain Hall,
you might as well do it now,
'cause I ain't gonna stop until I solve this case.
( indistinct chatter )
( buzzes )
( chatter )
♪ But every day, oh, oh ♪
♪ Every nighttime I find ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Mystery achievement ♪
♪ You're on my mind, on my mind ♪
♪ On my mind ♪
♪ Every day, oh ♪
♪ Every nighttime I feel, yeah ♪
♪ Mystery achievement ♪
♪ You're so unreal ♪
♪ Oh... ♪
( song ends )
( music playing )
♪ (FUNK MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
HARVEY WASSERMAN: Ten theaters... and counting.
This is a hit, Eileen. Forget about the raincoat crowd,
guys are gonna bring dates to this.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
DAVID SIMON: Echoing this season's themes,
this is the moment when porn had probably
its most exaggerated ambitions for itself.
Hmm. (KISSES)
It was almost granted full artistic license.
It almost seems silly and quaint now,
but at the moment, it felt like the world
was opening up for everything.
The premiere of Red Hot occurs at the World Theater,
which is where the Deep Throat premiere was held,
and where we filmed it. A lot has happened since then.
You know, porn is now in the mainstream
so this will be a... sort of a big deal
for the porn community in New York.
She have a man out here?
She wasn't a whore.
MINKIE SPIRO: I think it was a beautiful construction
that Dave had made to allow us to juxtapose
between Loretta and Darlene
and both their individual journeys
away from Larry Brown.
Loretta in a much more physical,
much more tactile and ferocious explosion
on the knowledge of Ashley's death.
And Darlene, a much more... composed on the face of it,
but an inner strength that didn't show much.
LARRY BROWN: Darlene.
You ain't gonna say goodbye or nothing?
SIMON: The scales have fallen.
I mean, Larry basically displayed for her
all the pretend of who he is.
You shoulda never let me see you act, Larry.
Once you showed me that, you showed me everything.
The hell you mean?
"Pimp" is a role. So is "whore."
And she's grown up, and she's, you know,
she's had these little tastes of intellectual curiosity
or awareness that she could function in the real world.
She could hold down a sales job,
that she could attend a course, write a paper,
and she could participate in society
in any terms she desires.
SPIRO: All our girls are now having to find a new dawn,
and that's both exciting and liberating,
but also scary for them.
A new journey for all of them, but whether they'll be as free
as they think they are is another thing.