(PAGER BEEPING)
Shit.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
BAMBI: Okay, do something.
SECURITY GUARD: Security, open up.
Mother fucker.
Hey, leave him alone!
Fuck all.
The money won't wait?
Not a month more, it will go elsewhere.
You are the strong one. But, how many women do you know
whose outcome was not yours?
(SCATTERED APPLAUSE)
You're Lori Madison--
You win, I can't do anything else, you happy?
What's wrong?
TOD LANG: (SIGHS) I'm a little run down.
(GUNSHOT)
WOMAN: Whoa, is he okay?
BOUNCER: Call a fucking ambulance!
-Frankie... -One out.
Don't. Frankie...
BOUNCER: Jesus Christ, where's the fucking ambulance?
(FRANCIS MARTINO JR. CRYING)
FRANKIE MARTINO: What can I say?
Frankie Martino, ageless.
Married to this beauty, father to these two little guys.
-(FRANCIS JR. CONTINUES CRYING) -FRANKIE: Come on, buddy!
Jack of all trades. Whatever it takes.
-(CRYING) -CHRISTINA FUEGO: You're in for it now.
Now, what do inquiring minds want to know?
That's all a story as big as New York City.
-(CHRISTINA SPEAKS ON TV) -This was right after Christmas.
He figured it would be nice for the boys
to have something to watch when they got older.
FRANKIE: Born at Victory Memorial Hospital,
raised in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. Destined for greatness from day one.
-CHRISTINA: Frankie Jr.'s not having it. -Natural sportsman...
-CHRISTINA: He's done. (LAUGHS) -...I was drafted by none other than the Los Angeles Dodgers.
But who wants to live in Los Angeles?
-(LAUGHTER) -You know what I'm sayin'?
-True. -CHRISTINA: Okay, if you're gonna tell your whole
life story, I'm gonna go put this one down, all right?
-It's like he knew. -FRANKIE: All right, good night, little man.
Good try. Now, you're the oldest, right?
-Me too. -VINCENT MARTINO: Yeah, by 23 minutes.
-Give it a fucking rest. -Now...
when you're the oldest,
you got special responsibilities.
You got to look after your little brother.
You gotta stick up for him, no matter what. Huh?
For instance...
(SIGHS) Here we go.
...Fort Hamilton High School,
-Junior varsity baseball. -Junior varsity baseball.
(LAUGHTER)
FRANKIE: Your Uncle Vincent was up against Eddie DiNoto,
this real a-hole from New Utrecht...
You know, I went out with that guy once.
DiNoto? The fuck outta here!
No, I did. His parents knew my parents.
They set it up.
What base did he get to?
-Screw you. -(VINCENT LAUGHS)
FRANKIE: ...DiNoto plugs Vincent right in the back.
So, I come charging out of the dugout right at him.
Right? And he's watching Vince walk to first,
like, leering at him, so he don't even see it comin'.
-Boom! -(LAUGHTER)
FRANKIE: (LAUGHS) Caught him right in his fat face!
-That's my boy. -FRANKIE: DiNo goes down,
crying like a little girl!
-(LAUGHTER) -(FRANKIE LAUGHS LOUDLY)
Well, I got a boxer's fracture on my pinky.
Yeah, I had to sit out the rest of the season.
-CHRISTINA: Is that true? -Yeah.
He sat out the rest of the year?
FRANCESCA "FRAN" DWYER: I did his chores for months
after he got the cast off.
-(LAUGHTER) -That snake.
FRANKIE: ...couldn't field. So, I didn't wanna hit that kid.
But I had to, for my little brother.
All right? So, nobody messes with him again, you understand?
-DOMINIC FUEGO MARTINO: Can I go play Atari? -FRANKIE: Yeah. Come on.
CHRISTINA: He was so good with them.
We'll, uh... We'll deal with this, uh, some other time.
Anyway, the point is...
I always had to look out for Vincent.
I might be the smart one, but Vincent's the good one.
Till next time. (GROANS)
BOBBY DWYER: That's it?
-(MOANING) -BOBBY: Oh! Holy shit!
-FRAN: Oh my god... -(LAUGHTER)
FRANKIE: Okay, yeah, yeah. Just like that.
This the same movie?
(LAUGHTER)
CHRISTINA: He used the same tape!
That motherfucker!
(LAUGHTER)
BOBBY: (CHUCKLES) Classic.
WOMAN: (MOANS) Fuck me!
Frankie Martino.
(MOANING CONTINUES)
VINCENT: Ageless.
♪ ("DREAMING" BY BLONDIE PLAYS) ♪
♪ I don't want to live On charity ♪
♪ Pleasure's real Or is it fantasy? ♪
♪ Reel to reel Is living vérité ♪
♪ 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 dreamin' ♪
♪ Dreamin' is free ♪
♪ Dreaming ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Dreamin' is free ♪
♪ Ooh, dreamin' ♪
WOMAN: (OVER PA) Dr. Kobler, extension 423.
How is he?
DR. LEE: His lungs are filling with fluid.
Pneumonia?
DR. LEE: Pneumocystis pneumonia, specifically.
It's the most common infection associated with AIDS.
We see this a lot.
We're giving him antibiotics, but they can only do so much.
His immune system is severely impaired.
He's showing advanced symptoms of dementia as well.
Our psych evaluation determined that he lacks capacity.
What do you mean?
He can't make decisions for himself anymore.
(SIGHS)
It's time for him to come home.
He doesn't want to die in a hospital.
DR. LEE: That may be,
but unless you've been officially designated
as a healthcare proxy,
you're not able to make that choice for him.
Only the next of kin can decide.
I've lived with him for seven years;
I know what he wants.
Then you need to tell his family.
He hasn't seen his family since 1969.
I'm sorry.
Legally, there's nothing I can do.
We can't release him in this condition.
Not to you.
You need to make a call.
-GENE GOLDMAN: Jeff. -DR. JEFF STEINER: Gene.
(CHRIS ALSTON CLEARS THROAT)
Doc?
I usually see patients in my office.
Doc, I wanted to tell you I'm cured.
I know what the fire marshal said.
But you know good and goddamn well
this wasn't an insurance play.
It's an open investigation, so I really can't comment on it.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
What'd he get?
The original ask. One point two.
I hope that's thousands.
It's a fair price.
Fair?
I put my ass on the line for fair?
We got what we wanted.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
That's all this porno thing was bringing in?
Give or take.
Fuckin' idiot blocks me for a piece of two Gs a month?
Shoulda kicked the shit out of him just for wasting my time.
Well, maybe he was just trying to make a point.
Say what you will about Frankie; he had principles.
(TOMMY LONGO SNICKERS)
RUDY PIPILO: Well, tell me this, then.
How in the hell was he feeding
that robust gambling habit of his?
He was skimming off the peeps that much?
He was selling a little coke on the side.
I never thought Frankie would go there. You?
Marriage. Kids.
-It changes people. -How the fuck would you know?
You gonna keep this porno thing going?
IRENE: Maybe.
How much do you want?
Just give me a taste.
That's all I ever wanted from jump.
But he didn't do nothing.
He saved the fat man!
Yeah, well, when the cops come in
and see a white guy bleeding out from his neck,
a black guy hovering over him,
and two naked ladies screaming their asses off,
in their heads, they see an arrest.
XIOMARA: So, just tell them.
Tell them what? You're a bunch of call girls
-and I run a fucking whorehouse? -(JOEY DWYER SNICKERS)
So, how long till we can go out again?
-Hmm? -All right. (SIGHS) Listen.
Guy's in a coma.
Now, we're keepin' vigil, like, 18 hours a day.
As long as we're there when he wakes up,
we'll make sure he has his story straight
when he talks to the DA.
Then the charges go away, Black Frankie comes home,
we're all back in business again. Okay?
Where's Amber and Jhumpa?
They're supposed to be here tonight.
They don't want to do the parlors no more.
Why not?
XIOMARA: Compared to the outcall parties,
we make shit for tips in this place.
I'm not sending you ladies to the hotels
without a bouncer and a driver.
Why doesn't he drive? Huh?
I don't have a driver's license.
What the hell do you do then?
(SCOFFS)
I broker the parties.
You find those beepers?
We must've dropped them in the hotel room
when shit got crazy.
The cops probably got them.
Fuck me.
♪ ("YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'VE GOT" BY JOAN JETT PLAYS) ♪
Hi, is Loretta around?
Yeah, she's almost done her shift.
-I'll get her for you. -JUAN: Thanks.
♪ I can't stand To hear your name... ♪
-Hey. -Hi.
-WOMAN: There she is! -There's a... guy here for you.
-Okay. Thanks. -(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
That's it?
LORETTA: I gotta tell you all my business now?
Uh... If it's someone you're going to D.C. with tomorrow,
it's fine. I-- I'm just curious.
Actually, I'm sticking here.
I thought you wanted to go to the anti-porn hearings.
I think I'm ready to walk away.
But I'm still taking the days, if that's okay with you, Boss?
Yeah, it's okay.
So, uh, who is that?
Who indeed.
♪ You don't know What you've got, oh baby ♪
(WOMEN CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)
I'd invite you in but there's a fuckin' padlock on the door.
Ah, I can see that.
You had a good run. Lotta good times, yeah?
We'll get you another.
(CAR ALARM BLARES IN DISTANCE)
That's for the Hi-Hat and the parlors.
Paul's been tied up.
It's all right. I know the kid's having a tough time.
How you holding up?
I'm fine.
-You don't look it. -Really?
Some asshole just killed my brother.
Hey, we're gonna find out who did it.
What?
You sayin' you don't know?
-Excuse me? -I mean, who are you kiddin'?
You think I didn't see what was going on between you two?
The Show Land money, the porno tapes.
You were up in his face over that shit
three weeks ago right in here.
You've hated him for years.
If you got something to say to me, say it.
Think I just did.
It's okay, Rudy, I get it.
You know, just business.
Right? Isn't that what you people say?
You people.
Did you like this place?
Did you like holding court behind the bar
and being king of the party?
Having the money to buy whatever car you want,
whatever clothes you want, whatever drugs you want?
Being able to fuck whatever woman walked through that door?
I been nothin' but good to you.
And you lay this shit at my feet?
You got your money.
I'll see you next week.
Get your head right!
Where'd you get that thing?
You-- You know who you look like?
You look like Joan Collins.
Uh... Hank got it for me.
He's taking me to the company picnic;
I didn't have a lot of outdoor stuff, so...
So, did you read it?
I, uh... I glanced at it.
What'd you think?
I think it's...
like a short story.
And... Well, I don't know anybody at The New Yorker,
so, you know... it's a pass.
It's good stuff.
HARVEY: It's not a script.
It's paragraph after paragraph of people walking around
having feelings.
It's mostly action lines. There's not even any sex.
Oh, there's sex, but you would have to read it to get it.
It's not an H.W. International picture.
I-- It's not even a Candy Renee Femme-Erotica.
To be honest with you, I don't know what the fuck it is.
Okay, but I know this: I can't do anything for you.
Come on. You fuckin' serious?
You're not even gonna help me with distribution?
You're shooting on film, right?
CANDY: Yes, of course, I'm shooting on film.
All right, so, you-- you have a quick day there,
you-- you need to put together some short ends,
you can keep the camera for an hour or two,
have a blast.
That I can do.
(SCOFFS) What a cheap shit you are.
Well, why don't you ask Richie Rich, huh?
Have him ante up a few hundred thousand dollars.
I can make three features
with what he probably wipes his ass on.
Don't go there.
Ah, listen, I'm not judging you.
-Okay? that's how-- -You are judging me!
That's how a lot of people get it done.
Let me be clear about something.
I am not fucking this guy for his money.
Well, I never said that.
Is that really what you think of me after all these years?
Well, you sure as shit had no problem treating me
like a customer.
Hmm?
You have no problem asking me, uh, for cash
every time you get a wild hair about...
-You really are a fucking asshole! -...some fucking project.
No, you know what? I'm not an asshole.
I'm the dumbest john ever.
Because with you, all I get for my money
is a bunch of fucking headaches!
Fuck you! Really.
Fuck you, Wasserman!
LORI MADISON: I don't understand why you can't be there.
It's a turn-off to the clientele, babe.
Guys see me hanging around in the back of the club,
-they know you're not available. -LORI: I'm not.
GREG TAYLOR: Yeah-- (SCOFFS) Well, you know what I mean.
You're there to feed their fantasy.
Kiki said the same thing when she set this up.
LORI: Okay, then hang out in the hotel room
-while I work. -(SIGHS) Look.
I've got a lot of meetings on the calendar this week. Okay?
VCA, Caribbean, Caballero...
Plus, I need time to work on my own thing.
-(HORN HONKS) -I forgot. "Your own thing."
You're gonna miss your flight.
I'll see you next week.
WOMAN: (OVER PA) The white zone is for the loading and unloading
of passengers only. No standing any time.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Holy shit. -You got something rose-colored?
Who was that dark-haired guy at the Three-Six-Six,
runnin' his mouth the night Frankie got shot?
Italos?
-The Italian, yeah. -Mm.
His name is Pasquale.
He got a last name?
Cacace.
All right. What was he doing there?
He bought his coke from Frankie.
It came from me, pure.
But Frankie stepped on the product too many times.
All right, where can I find him? Pasquale?
Talk to Tommy Longo.
Why Tommy?
Pasquale's father is Gambino.
Tommy made the connect.
That motherfucker hasn't said shit to me.
If Tommy can't help you find Pasquale,
look for the malaka's car.
There's not many of them on the street.
You got a make and model?
It's a Mustang, SVO, turbocharged.
Dark gray. Hood scoop on the right. Double spoiler.
How the fuck you know all that?
Greek men love cars.
(HORN HONKS)
I passed all my classes and everything.
All As and Bs. But that didn't matter.
ABIGAIL "ABBY" PARKER: Why, what happened?
When you fill out the application
on the nurse's license,
they ask if you have a police record.
I coulda lied about it, but...
I didn't want to have to live with a lie,
always worried that somebody's gonna find me out.
I think you made the right choice.
Yeah, well, I got denied.
It's against the policy even if it's just
misdemeanors for solicitation.
They say it shows my "moral character."
(DARLENE SCOFFS)
It's like all that hard work didn't matter
because I made mistakes when I was a kid.
But you're fighting it?
DARLENE: You're damn right I'm fighting it.
I talked to some of those free-of-charge lawyers they got,
and they helped me get a hearing.
I was thinking...
maybe if you could come talk about how you know me...
(CHUCKLES) Of course.
Just tell me where to go.
Thanks. Means a lot to me.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
HANK JAFFE: Eileen, I hope you get this in time.
I am so, so sorry but we can't do the picnic today.
That E.T.L.M. acquisition I've been working on
is running into some regulatory problems
and the board of directors is freaking out.
CANDY: Mm-hm.
HANK: I gotta fly to London and calm everybody down.
I'll be back by Tuesday.
I miss you.
Bye, honey.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
DONALD MERRELL: It's your father.
Adam called again askin' for money.
I, uh, managed to get a number out of him this time.
It's, uh, two-one-seven, three-six-eight-zero.
-Two-one-seven three-six-eight-zero. -(CANDY MUTTERS NUMBER)
J.D. KELLER: I got eight girls here starting at nine,
-rotate through 'em twice each. -♪ (POP MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
That puts you on around eleven. You got your songs?
LORI: Yeah.
"Jessie's Girl," "Legs," "Photograph,"
and "She's a Devil."
Your music video.
-LORI: Mm. -Nice. That's very smart.
You sure you haven't done this before?
Nope. I'm a virgin.
(LAUGHS)
Your Vibrance tapes got here this morning
so I'll set up the merch table up for you.
Come back at 10:00 and Danny will let you in the back.
Sounds good.
J.D.: We're so excited to have you.
Christ, it feels like I've known you forever.
♪ ("STRUT" BY SHEENA EASTON PLAYS) ♪
♪ Honey Don't stop a speeding train ♪
♪ Before it reaches Its destination ♪
♪ Lie down here beside me...
Nothing?
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)
BIG MIKE: Still out cold.
I'm thinking about pulling the cord
and taking our chances.
I can't stand being around all these sick people all the time.
God knows what's flying around in here.
You wouldn't do your boy like that.
(SIGHS) All right.
You're relieved. See you tomorrow.
BIG MIKE: All right.
(PHONE RINGS)
DESK NURSE 1: ICU, how can I help you?
(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)
Excuse me, ma'am?
-Yes? -Y'all do testing here, right?
DESK NURSE 2: What kind of a test?
-♪ (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYS) ♪ -DJ: Angel, Miranda and Jade to bar stage.
Angel, Miranda and Jade to bar stage.
(CROWD CHEERS)
-(DOOR OPENS) -(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
-Hi. -DJ: All right, fellas...
in five minutes, the moment you've been waiting for.
How's it going out there tonight?
They're saving all their tips for you.
Thanks a lot.
-DJ: The hottest babe in porn. -(CROWD CHEERS)
-(LORI CLEARS THROAT) -You've seen every inch of her flesh
but you've never seen her in the flesh,
Lori Madison!
(CROWD CHEERS)
-Let's hear it for Eve McDaniel. -(CROWD CHEERS)
MICHAEL GOLDMAN: Hey, Dad, can I get the keys?
GENE: Here you go.
-Don't be too late. -MICHAEL: Thanks, Dad.
AMY GOLDMAN: Tell Courtney we said hello.
MICHAEL: Okay.
(DOOR CLOSES)
AMY: Can we talk?
Sure.
AMY: He's gonna be gone soon.
GOLDMAN: Well, a lot of kids wanna leave home for college.
Even New Yorkers.
I'm not worried about him; I'm worried about us.
Once they're both out of the house, what do we have left?
What are you talking about?
We have each other. Wh...
I love you.
Do you?
When was the last time you...
you surprised me?
Bought me flowers...
took me away for the weekend...
when was the last time we even had sex?
We've been married for more than 20 years.
-These things-- -No.
They don't.
I'm very safe.
I would never put my family at risk.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(EXHALES)
(AMY QUIVERS)
You know, you could have said that you'd stop.
I can't stop.
(AMY SOBS)
It's who I am.
(EXHALES)
I'm sorry.
(CROWD CHEERS)
♪ ("SHE'S A DEVIL" BY CONTAGIOUS PLAYS) ♪
(CROWD ERUPTS)
♪ Let me tell you a story ♪
♪ Of a girl who's only 17 ♪
♪ She's got the eyes Of an angel ♪
♪ And the body of a devil, See ♪
♪ When she smiles It makes me wonder... ♪
(CROWD ERUPTS)
PHYLLIS LANG: Paul?
-Mr. and Mrs. Lang? -Oh, Phyllis.
And, uh, Jonathan.
Thank you so much for calling us.
No, it's nice to meet you.
It's nice to meet you.
-Can we...? -Of course. Please.
Hey, look who it is.
Hi, Tod.
Hey.
It's really good to see you.
How was the show?
The show?
I'm sorry, I couldn't do it.
It's your parents.
I haven't seen my parents.
We're here, Tod.
Oh, okay. Thanks.
♪ ("DREAMER" BY THE DAYBREAKERS PLAYS) ♪
You should know, you're still a total fox.
Aren't you sweet?
FRAT BOY: You got some ink on you.
Ah, shit. I guess that's why they call them slicks.
(CHUCKLES) Thanks.
GUY: That was awesome!
You're fucking great.
Oh, these are only 20 bucks. Do you want two?
Just one. The rest is yours.
Oh, okay. Thank you.
-Who should I make it out to? -Craig.
Here you go, Craig.
You could be so much more than this.
Thank you.
-Okay, guy. Come on. -I can't wait to see you again.
DR. LAMBERT: Wiggle your left foot for me.
Your right.
Squeeze my hand.
Can I get a thumbs-up?
Great.
Looks like he'll be able to breathe on his own.
We'll take him off the ventilator,
see how he does without any support.
Your brother-in-law's gonna be fine.
Thanks, Doc. It's a relief.
You wanna know who I am, right?
I'm the owner of Elegant Entertainment Enterprises.
That ring any bells?
My company provided you a special service.
A very special service by two talented young ladies.
Remember?
During this service, you choked on a piece of lobster,
nearly killed yourself.
(LAUGHS) It's true.
Long story short,
one of my employees saved your fucking life,
and for his troubles
he's stuck in Rikers now without bail.
So, here's what happens next.
You tell whoever they send here from the DA's office
that the cops made a terrible mistake.
That Francis Reed is a Good Samaritan and a hero.
That he heard you struggling,
that he ran into your hotel room,
and saved your life.
Or...
we could all talk about how you hired a couple of hookers
for your Friday night fun.
You get it?
Can I get a thumbs-up?
Good.
♪ (MUFFLED ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
PHYLLIS: What a wonderful place.
PAUL HENDRICKSON: Thank you.
Just the right amount of color.
Yeah, Tod has a great eye.
Uh... Okay. All right, you ready?
Okay.
Jon, could you give him a hand?
Oh, wow. Okay.
Uh... Oh. Thank you. One, two, three...
There we go.
Right there.
(WHISPERS) Okay. Okay. Ready.
JONATHAN LANG: Is there-- Is there a bathroom?
Yes, sir. That door back there to the left.
Thanks, sir.
(TOD THUDS AGAINST BED)
PAUL: Oh, I got it, I got it. It's okay, baby. I got it.
-(PAUL EXHALES DEEPLY) -Tod.
Can I-- Can I get you something?
No, thank you.
They're nice.
PAUL: I know.
And they really care about you.
-TOD: I might take a nap. -PAUL: Sure.
We'll be right here.
ALLISON MILLS: ...for granting Donna this hearing.
This is Abby Parker.
She's been a friend of mine for a long time.
Mrs. Parker, I wanna thank you for taking the time
to testify on Miss Pickett's behalf today.
It's my pleasure.
How long have you known Miss Pickett?
Uh... Almost... 15 years?
ANNA HONN: And how do you know her?
We met at a bar where I worked.
ANNA: But this wasn't in a professional capacity?
No, she was a customer. But, um...
we got close at a difficult time in Miss Pickett's life.
We understand she had a number of arrests...
for... loitering and solicitation.
Donna was a prostitute.
She stood on the street every night for years,
she had sex with men for money who did not know her,
and made money for men who did not respect her.
And yes, she was picked up by the police many times.
But she also earned her GED...
and went to night school,
and got a job in retail selling clothes.
When I first met her, she had a book in her hand:
A Tale of Two Cities.
It made me realize that people are surprising.
And what you do...
isn't necessarily who you are.
And what do you do now? Mrs. Parker?
I-- I still, um, manage that same bar.
Okay. Thank you for your time.
ANNA: Next, Allison Mills.
ALLISON MILLS: Yes, and I wanna thank you in advance--
-All right, baby, be good. -All right.
These are cool.
Thought you might need 'em.
How's the parlor?
Had to put the call-girl thing on hold for a bit.
I got a full-blown workers' revolt on my hands
as a result, but otherwise, things are great.
You wanna lay low for a while?
Nah, I'm good, man. Let's hit it.
PHYLLIS: And you own the theater?
Well, I own a theater...
but Tod gets booked everywhere.
He's incredibly talented. If you saw him on stage...
well, you'd be blown away.
Just the past few years he's done...
Mamet, Christopher Durang, Martin Sherman...
That's great.
He also just finished a six-week run
on Uptown General.
-Uptown General? -PAUL: Mm-hm.
Well, I wish he'd told us. Can you believe that?
What about movies?
Jon.
I hear that he made some movies.
He did.
They were groundbreaking.
And important.
Having... sex on the beach with other men.
That's important?
Can we not do this?
Please.
I'll, uh, I'll meet you back at the hotel.
(FOOTSTEPS RETREATING)
-It's hard for him. -(DOOR CLOSES)
He loves Tod, he just...
He just doesn't understand.
I know.
We are both very proud of Tod.
And we're happy that he has you.
(SOBS SOFTLY) Thank you.
So, I know all about your businesses.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE) -Why don't you tell me
what you and Tod do for fun?
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Okay. Um...
We love to go dancing.
(PHYLLIS CHUCKLES)
So, Adam, what do you need this money for now?
I'm starting a business.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
People are gonna go crazy over these pretty soon,
and if I can get my own eight-color press and a dryer,
mine'll look way better.
So, where are you gonna keep your dryer and your...
-eight... color press? -Color press.
I know a guy, he's got a garage.
He said I can rent half of it, 200 a month.
So, I'll just need a thousand to get me up and running.
So, how many of these you gotta--
you gotta sell to pay that back?
People, they make tons of cash sellin' shirts.
No, I'm sure they do. I just wanna make sure
you're not gonna throw away a thousand dollars.
(SCOFFS)
Thanks, you know, thanks for believing in me.
What I think you need to do...
is make a real business plan.
Calculate your break-even point,
so you can give your investor some confidence.
That's what I'd do.
I appreciate that advice. Now you wanna be a parent.
I always wanted to be a parent.
I just-- I couldn't.
Things happened to me I wasn't ready for and...
your grandfather pushed me away,
and I had to find the means to take care of myself.
So, you left me with him.
I left you with Nana.
I was doing what was best for you.
Yeah? Yeah, lying?
Lying? That's what was best for me?
Everybody feeding me bullshit,
saying you worked a secret job at Washington...
-You were too little! -...telling me my dad
-was a bad guy... -You were too little
-to understand. -...and you had to hide me from him.
Am I old enough to understand now?
No, apparently, you're not.
You know what all my friends said when I was a kid?
They said you were a whore. I think they were fucking right!
(SIGHS)
Do your best.
Will you go see your nana?
She's very sick.
CHRIS ALSTON: With the arson, the Padlock Law kicked in.
♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
No tenants, no rent checks.
Just an empty, rotting shithole for the next year.
The good doctor decided it was time to move on
and focus on his practice.
Nice work. Where do you go next?
-Oh, we're looking at 45th, between, uh-- -Wanna know where to go next?
I got maps. Charts of the future.
In fact, I'd send you, tomorrow, to the northeast exit
of the bus terminal.
People don't come here anymore,
because once they walk out that door,
they get swarmed by ten-year-old robbers.
You can build all the pretty buildings you want.
The streets are still dirty.
There's an actual plan this time, Jack.
Identify the developers who want a slice of Times Square
and help them get it.
Whatever it takes. And once we have all the pieces,
then the whole thing gets cleaned up all at once.
Bringing in the private money, that's how it gets done, Jack.
No. What gets it done is giving a shit.
Being relentless.
You, me, the bosses, everybody with a shield.
We do our fucking job. We get our city back.
We tried that.
To fix this mess, you have to tear it all down.
You let me know when you solve the "arson mystery."
I bet you don't have a clue.
Keep the change. Buy yourself a comic book.
Luce?
-It's good seeing you, Jen. -Yeah.
-Chris, nice meeting you. -You too, Lucy.
What is he talking about? "Mystery"?
Did you have something to do with the fire?
I understand if you don't want a nightcap.
Actually, I didn't know you had the sack.
It's kind of hot.
♪ ("IS IT LOVE" BY GANG OF FOUR PLAYS) ♪
BIG MIKE: What do you wanna do?
VINCENT: I'm gonna track down that fucking murderer
and take care of him tonight.
BIG MIKE: You think we'll find him?
VINCENT: (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) You know him?
BIG MIKE: Yeah, I know him. Mulberry Street?
♪ ...behind glass ♪
WOMAN: I got a seat over here! Right over here! Get over here!
You look gorgeous!
♪ Don't let this boy go ♪
♪ So long to the city ♪
What was that about?
♪ We'll retell the story they wrote ♪
(EXHALES) We had a thing about Black Frankie
-we had to figure out. -Oh. (SIGHS) Black Frankie.
♪ ...to remember ♪
Come with me for a minute?
♪ And that will remain unsaid ♪
Abby.
-♪ Is it... ♪ -♪ Is it... ♪
♪ ...love? ♪
-Don't. -Don't what?
Whatever it is you're going to do.
I'm not gonna do anything.
I know you're hurting. I can see it.
But he's gone. Nothing you do will bring him back.
Yeah, I know that much.
So, don't throw your life away, too.
-♪ Is it... ♪ -♪ Is it... ♪
This isn't who you are.
Okay.
♪ Love that's on your mind? ♪
Okay, you're right.
-Promise me. -I promise.
♪ Don't let this boy go ♪
WOMAN: (SQUEALS) Oh, my God! Another round!
(KISSES ROSARY, WHISPERS SIGN OF THE CROSS)
PHYLLIS: Did he ever tell you
how he got this little scar here?
PAUL: Mm-mm.
We had a little Scottish terrier, Duchess.
She was the sweetest thing. She used to...
steal his... favorite toy...
a little stuffed Howdy Doody doll.
(SNICKERS) He liked Howdy Doody?
-Loved him. -Hmm.
When Todd was four, Duchess wanted that doll so badly,
she bit him. Right there.
(CHUCKLES) He was terrified of her after that.
(LAUGHS) We had to give her to the...
Snyders down the road.
(LAUGHS)
He said he had a cat growing up.
-He did. That was why. -(PAUL LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)
(PHYLLIS SIGHS)
(KISSES)
(SIGHS)
(SNIFFLES)
His sister, Wendy, will be here tomorrow.
-(SNIFFLES) -PAUL: Okay.
Now, we're at the Sheridan, room 490.
Okay.
-Call us if anything... -I will.
Do you think he remembers us?
I'm sure of it. Come here.
(PHYLLIS SOBS)
Thank you, Paul.
Of course. Here, let me walk you--
No. (SNIFFLES) It's okay.
You stay with him.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDE)
-TOMMY LONGO: Same time. Usual time. -QUINN: Yeah.
(LONGO SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-LONGO: I'll get off here. -QUINN: Yeah.
LONGO: All right, I'll see you, Quinn.
QUINN: I'll see you.
(HORN HONKS)
VINCENT: Tommy.
Shit... Not sure you should be here. This is a club.
VINCENT: I'm not looking for a membership card.
You know a Pasquale Cacace?
-Never heard of him. -He's Gambino, so...
Could be, uh... someone's kid, then. Tony Cacace, maybe?
Where can I find him?
You'd better think for a minute.
I understand it's a, uh...
It's an emotional time for you. I get that.
But if this guy is who I think he might be, his father's made.
-Where can I find him? -Leave it alone. Hmm?
Leave it alone, Vince. All right?
(GRUNTS) Ah, he fuckin' lied.
What do we do?
We wait for a dark gray Mustang
with a double spoiler on the back lid.
♪ ("STREET OF DREAMS" BY JIMMY SCOTT PLAYS) ♪
♪ Love ♪
♪ Laughs at a king ♪
♪ Kings don't mean a thing ♪
♪ On the street of dreams ♪
♪ Dreams broken in two ♪
♪ Can be made like new ♪
♪ On the street of dreams ♪
♪ Gold, silver and gold ♪
♪ All you can hold Is in a moonbeam ♪
I love you.
♪ Poor, no one is poor ♪
♪ Long as love is sure ♪
(PAUL BREATHES DEEPLY)
♪ On the street of dreams ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
WAITRESS: You doing okay here?
(INHALES) Yeah. Um... I'll just take the check.
WAITRESS: Mm-hm.
Thank you.
-FAN: Excuse me. -(TUTS) Can I help you?
-I thought it was you! -Oh, you must be--
I was at your show tonight.
You're great. Do you mind if I, um...?
I was actually... I was just leaving.
But I'm glad that you had fun. Have-- Have a good night.
(OWL HOOTS ON TV)
-(CLOCK CHIMES) -(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(VCR FAST-FORWARDS)
(WOMAN MOANS ON TV)
-(WOMAN MOANS) -(SIGHS)
No. Fuck.
-MAN: (ON TV) Oh! Oh! Oh, God. -(WOMAN MOANS)
WOMAN 2: Yeah! (MOANS)
WOMAN: (MOANS) Oh, yeah!
MAN: (MOANS) Oh, yeah!
(ALL MOANING)
Mm-hm.
♪ ("TELL HER ABOUT IT" BY BILLY JOEL PLAYS) ♪
♪ Tell her all your crazy dreams ♪
♪ Let her know you need her ♪
♪ Let her know how much she means ♪
♪ Whoa-oh! ♪
-(HORN BLARES) -PASQUALE: What the fuck?
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! -(CAR CRASHES)
Son of a... bitch!
Hey, asshole, what the hell was that?
Boo, shithead.
What the f... fuck?
Yeah. Now, get the fuck in the back. Let's go.
Easy.
♪ (MUFFLED MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
Let's go uptown.
(TIRES SCREECH)
(CAR APPROACHING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
-FAN: Hey, Lori Madison. -Shit.
FAN: Where you going, Lori?
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
FAN: Lori! Come on, let's get a coffee.
Lori!
Where are you going, Lori? Come on, Lori.
-LORI: Fuck. Fucking... -FAN: (SING-SONG) Lori!
-(LORI BREATHES RAGGEDLY) -FAN: Come on, Lori.
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -(LORI YELLS)
FAN: Lori. Lori!
Please go away. I don't know you.
FAN: Come on, don't be that way.
Let's just get a coffee. Come on.
Please go away. I'm calling the cops.
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR) -FAN: Lori!
LORI: I'm calling the fucking cops!
-FAN: Lori, baby, just let me in. -(LORI GASPS)
MAN: Would you shut up? It's 3:00 in the fucking morning.
I don't-- I don't know him! Can you please help? I don't know him.
-MAN: Shut the fuck up, lady! -FAN: Lori!
-(BANGING ON DOOR) -FAN: Let me in! Lori!
-MANAGER: How can I help? -Hi, there's someone outside of my door, and I need...
-FAN: Lori, baby, just let me in. -I need help.
Can you please come here now, please?
-(BANGING ON DOOR) -FAN: Lori! -MANAGER: Calm down.
Please, I just-- I just need help.
-Can you send the cops, please? -FAN: Lori, baby, just let me in.
-MANAGER: I'll come right up. -Please just call the fucking cops!
FAN: Open the door!
-(BREATHING HEAVILY) -FAN: Come on, Lori!
-Open the door, babe! -(BANGING ON DOOR)
-(MOANS) -FAN: Lori, open the goddamn door!
I'm not playing around! Open the fucking door, Lori!
-(MOANS) -(LIGHT KNOCKING ON DOOR)
MANAGER: Ma'am, it's the manager.
(SOBS)
MANAGER: There's nobody out here.
(SOBS)
BIG MIKE: Get the fuck out!
VINCENT: Get up.
-Walk. -Come on, man!
VINCENT: Walk!
I'm telling you, I didn't do it!
VINCENT: Turn around.
Turn around! Face me.
Get on your knees.
You know, your brother would still be alive
if it weren't for that cocksucker Tommy Longo.
The two of them and their stepped-on shit.
I almost got killed already over that trash they sold me.
This ain't about Tommy.
Jesus, please, man, come on. Please, don't!
Please, man. Please, don't do it!
-Two hands. -PASQUALE CACACE: Please.
You do this, and you're dead. My dad's--
-(GUNSHOT) -(PASQUALE GRUNTS)
(GROANS IN PAIN)
Finish the motherfucker, man.
(GROANING CONTINUES)
-(GUNSHOT) -(GROANING STOPS)
-(CAR DOOR SQUEAKS) -(TRAIN RATTLES)
(SIGHS)
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Ooh! You all right?
-What, did you sleep here? -CANDY: Mm.
Oh, no, no. No, no, I just came to, um... do some work.
Ah, that's fine.
CANDY: (SIGHS) I feel like shit.
Oh, I probably look awful.
-(CANDY SIGHS) -Actually, you look kinda nice.
(LAUGHS) What? I look like a hung-over sorority girl.
Yeah, but you know I go for sorority girls.
-Haven't you seen my movies? -(CHUCKLES)
I was thinking about my movie last night.
You don't say. (CHUCKLES)
I was talking to...
a bunch of girls I used to know from the street.
There were so many good stories.
-Like, crazy stories! -(CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS) Funny stories.
Scary ones, sometimes. And I wanted to, um...
I wanted to make a bunch of people into one character.
-A composite. Yeah. -Yes!
A composite, yeah.
And I... I wanted it to be about...
you know, like, what really happens...
to women.
But I was ignoring...
what happens.
Fuck. You know...
-there's a cost to this. -(SIREN WAILING)
To all this. Do you ever think about that?
What we do?
I mean, what happens to these women?
Well, you know how it is. They age out, and that's...
part of the business.
Where do they go?
-They disappear. -Yep.
Yeah, they do. (CHUCKLES) They disappear.
(SIGHS)
I get it.
(INHALES) Well, let me help. Let me find you some seed money.
All right?
-All right? Please. -(SNIFFLES)
-Just bring me the receipts. -(CHUCKLES)
(SIPPING)
(EXHALES)
(DIAL TONE)
(BEEPS)
-(SIGHS) -(PHONE DIALS)
-OPERATOR: Hello, operator. -Directory assistance, please.
(PHONE RINGS)
OPERATOR 2: Directory assistance. What city, please?
Lexington, Kentucky.
-OPERATOR 2: What listing? -PAUL: William Hendrickson.
OPERATOR 2: I'll connect you.
(PHONE DIALS)
WILLIAM HENDRICKSON: Hello?
Hi, Dad.
-WILLIAM: "Dad"? -It's Paul.
♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
♪ (MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
EILEEN MERRELL: What men want, what they'll pay for...
That's the game.
LORI MADISON: When you started this company, you said that you had a plan.
GREG TAYLOR: I do have a plan.
Where are all the girls?
So what is the plan?
HADDIX: It feels like the best days are behind us.
Nothing lasts, does it?
Make a noise, die screaming.
Beginning of the end.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪