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Vanessa, come on.
They're waiting.
-Hair? What?
It looks good.
Good?
I don't want it to just look good.
Okay, it looks great.
Thanks. Clothes?
Good.
Great.
What the fuck's the hold up?
Where the hell is she?
Come on.
Scene one, take three.
And action.
(STRETCHER BED CLUNKING, WHIRRING)
Okay. Jesus, cut. Cut.
Goddamn it.
Can you fix that piece of shit?
Yeah, yeah.
She's supposed to be an exotic demoness.
Not some fucking bobblehead in the back seat of my car.
Jesus Christ.
We good?
Uh...
Are we good? -Uh, yeah.
-Should be working now. All right.
I fucking hope so.
Look, guys?
Sorry, boss. -Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah. -Okay.
Look, guys?
I want you to be really scared this time, okay?
I wanna feel that fear in my fucking nut sack, all right?
Rolling!
Rolling. Sound.
-You sure? -Yeah.
Okay.
And action.
That's it.
Keep it going.
Um, uh, it-- it-- it ain't stopping.
Yeah, well, fucking neither am I.
That's great.
No. No, that's it!
Oh, shit!
Cut!
Fucking fantastic.
Did she just grab his dick?
Uh, yeah.
That felt so real!
Good job, Jamie.
Sex worker.
Slut.
Whore.
Stripper.
Street walker.
We've heard 'em all a million times.
I mean, I've had my share of them.
But uh, you wanna get off by calling me names?
What is it that they say?
Sticks and stones or something?
I ain't killing anyone, right?
Except for a whole lotta sperm, baby.
I just feel like our time here is so short.
If we can have a little bit of pleasure, we gotta do it,
right?
Hey, need a date?
Sure.
How much?
Um, it depends what you like to do.
Whip it out.
What?
Whip your dick out.
What, you a cop?
You kidding me?
You see what I'm driving?
Yeah, I don't care what hunk of shit you drive, okay?
Whip your dick out.
Show us.
Cops can't show their dicks, so whip it out.
I'm uh, a little shy.
See, he's just kinda shy.
Yeah, I told you so.
He's so cute, though.
He's too cute, Sandy.
Come on, let's go.
Come on. What?
Hey, wait up, will you?
I can't be late, all right?
Okay.
Look, Sandy.
I ain't got no more bail money for you.
I know that.
It's okay.
Can I see you later?
Yeah.
Listen, you got anything for Dommy?
-Tell her I'm trying. -Come on.
I'm trying. I'm trying.
What?
Bye.
Hey, Marco.
How you doing, V?
I know how I could be doing better.
Uh-huh.
You watch too much TV, you know that?
I don't even own a TV, you know that?
But I do have friends that I give a shit about.
Probably something someone in your line of work
wouldn't understand, officer.
So, what?
You think I might be a cop, so that automatically makes me
some heartless asshole.
You're wrong.
Hey, sweetie, give me a minute in there with him,
will ya?
Sure.
He's not even gonna last a whole minute.
Well, let's find out.
Fuck it, right?
Well, even if you are a cop, it's entrapment now.
Like I said, you got me all wrong.
Is that right?
Yeah, that's right.
So, you're trying to tell me that you're not the kind
of cop that would just bust in without a warrant?
Not even let us put any clothes on
and just throw us in the back of the wagon?
Haul our asses away?
I don't know nothing about any of that.
Oh.
I'm just saying I know what it's like to care for someone.
I mean, really care for 'em.
No matter what.
Yeah.
Even if you know in your heart you can't do nothing
to save 'em, you gotta try, right?
You can't just give up on 'em, right?
I-- Yeah, right.
I only used three tokens.
-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.
Good for you.
Yeah, well, I bought 10, so have 7 extra.
So?
Can I get my money back for these?
Get those filthy things off my counter.
Your hands, too.
Go, go, go.
Is he here yet?
No.
Why the fuck am I hanging around this dump for?
All right.
I'll be around if anyone gives a shit.
Mommy, mommy, you work too hard.
This is from Sandy and she says hi.
Oh, you mean the thief?
She's not a thief.
Okay?
She just--
She can't watch her money.
Well, I'm not gonna hire her again if that's what
you're thinking.
Okay.
I got a nice call today from Sonny boy.
Oh?
Apparently, you made quite the impression letting
his PAPI join in?
Look, it scared the shit out of me at first,
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