The Deuce

Outside these walls on the street out there...

nothing but backwash.

The lowest of the low.

Ain't nothin' gonna change.

Frankie, think you're pretty funny, don't ya?

My name is Vincent.

You got a brother? - Pow!

He owes everybody in New York City.

The bar? That would be yours.

You own it.

To new beginnings.

Have you ever had a job, Reggie?

You think this ain't a job?

You and me, out here, I'm talkin' world famous, baby.

Where's your man? No man, just me.

- Money. Money, money, money, money, money, money, money. Money. Money.

I think I might be doing something else.

The movie business.

Cut. Action.

Let's go!

Been runnin' women off the streets for a while now.

We pushed them into the parlors.

You pay me rent. The girls get a safe environment

for as many hours as they can handle.

What did you get arrested for?

Being homosexual north of 14th Street.

Everything that's going on out there,

is about to be the ho house or the movies.

There's been a change.

Something about community standards.

What about community standards?

Apparently, New York has none.

You may now roll the motherfucking camera.

Quiet and action.

That's the fantasy, right?

That's the shit we're sellin' here.

We become extraneous in this whole situation.

The money's still the money, but the pimp,

who the fuck is he right now?

This is a good thing with the dirty movies

about to open up wide.

All hardcore, feature length with a story and everything.

There's 100,000 dollars behind it.

Who knows where we go from here.

When do we start?

- ( Music playing ) - ( horns honking )

- Woman: No way! - Man: Watch your step.

Woman: OK, OK. ( Laughs )

- Big Mike: Ha ha! Candy! - Candy: Hey, baby!

- Candy: How ya doin'? - All right, gorgeous.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Haddix: So before I make the buy, I tell him I want a sample.

So this guy says to me, "You want a taste of the stuff,

You gotta lick my balls."

Because he doesn't know I'm a cop, see?

He thinks I'm some schmuck who's gonna let him

talk like that and walk away.

Well, I turn him around, throw him up against the wall...

- Hey, Lori. - Hey, girl. I saw your photo in the magazine.

- What, the picture they run by the column? - Yeah in Spank.

You know I don't write that shit, right?

They pay you for it, right?

Yeah, baby, they do.

Lori could do that.

She could write for, you know, some other rag.

"How to Please Your Man" stuff, right?

My queen knows all them tricks.

Hey, I wanted to let you know there's a dose that's been going around the sets,

so you should get yourself checked out.

Dr. Callas again?

Goddamnit, I hate goin' to his office.

- It smells like Orange Julius. - No, no, he'll come to you.

Give you a shot, just in case.

Where you at tomorrow, you shooting?

Yeah, I'm in the loft over on 36th.

OK.

Look here, Candy,

you should be arranging this shit through me.

Frankie: Hey! Hey!

Royalty in the house!

- Hey, Frankie. - Frankie: Mmm.

What's good?

Ah, headin' out.

Places to go, people to meet.

None of 'em are here.

I just got here.

- Saved a seat for ya. - Thanks, baby.

Myer's and tonic with a lemon wheel for the lady.

On the house.

Celebrities drink for free in the 366.

Mmm.

- I'm a celebrity? - Oh, yeah.

Al Goldstein was in here the other night,

gave your latest movie 100 on the Peter Meter.

- ( laughs ) - Like a triple threat...

actress, director, and...

Yeah? And what's the third thing?

General movie star hotness.

Thank you.

I mean, look at you.

Look at you.

Look at us.

Who woulda thought, right?

Then there's this guy.

- Hey, Sally. - Man: Hey!

Hey, Tony Manero.

Fuck.

My brother happen to say where he was goin'?

Straight to the top, the way it sounded.

Well, surprise, surprise, he didn't leave a gratuity.

There he goes.

Bound for glory.

- Hey, Mawan. - What's up, bro?

Hey, you seen Irene?

Irene!

- Mario. - Hey, Frankie.

You catch the Knicks game last night?

- Aw, man. - McAdoo. Am I right?

Now we just gotta get Hayward in the order, and we got something.

Right? Motherfuckers shoulda at least covered the fuckin' spread.

You had a bet down?

- Always. - Sorry to hear.

I need five more.

Ohh. That guy?

Fifteen, twenty bucks a day, every day.

Same booth, same cock movie.

He's in love.

Spencer fuckin' Hayward.

Killed me in the second half!

Fuckin' killed me!

And that's what you get for datin' a fashion model, right?

- ( laughs ) - How ya gonna focus

when you got world-class cooze

banging around in your fuckin' head?

You can't do it. Impossible.

- He can't. Yeah. ( Laughs ) - Right?

Is Irene in... in the office?

No, Irene's not here, man.

- No? - Office is locked.

- You got a... You got a quarter? - Yeah, man.

- Thank you. - All right, bro.

Taken!

Thank you.

Oh! Damn.

- Hey, what is it, uh, Laura? - Lois.

Lois, hey!

Irene, she around, or...?

Getting breakfast.

She's getting breakfast.

OK, great, uh...

Well, you have a great day, Lois.

All right.

Hey, you got a clean-up on aisle two right there.