The Deuce

Come on, baby. Come on.

- Ask your wife. - She ain't you.

Come on.

Give me something I can't get at home.

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.

- See you. - All right.

Uh-huh.

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.

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 ) - ( 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.

Oh, shit.

God damn it.

- 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, I nearly got fucking killed.

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!

Kim! God...

I see the Walker Red.

Black's still on the truck. We got two more after this.

Get rid of the crème de men the 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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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,