The Deuce

There's enough in this world

for all of us to keep a hand in.

We could open the Deuce up.

A fresh one.

He might have gone off to troll some young hustlers.

I'm a whore, C.C.

You made that pretty clear to everyone on set today.

Don't forget to enjoy yourself.

No fucking plexiglass.

That's fuckin' genius.

Hey!

The people watching this movie,

they don't wanna be in a woman's head.

- Porn. - The only reason

to put up with those goombas is for protection,

what the fuck are they protecting anybody from?

- I love you, Vincent. - Everyone loves a sucker.

Attention customers

for the Albany Express Direct bus.

The bus is now loading at Gate 32.

This is a gate change.

Albany Express Direct now boarding at Gate 32.

Looksa you, you from afar.

As I live and breathe.

- Baby, you a college girl? - Dropped out.

- I might go back, but... - Nah.

Education's wasted on the youth.

Classroom's a box. What you gonna learn in a box?

Uh, I just said that to my parents last week.

Bet you did. And now you here in the big city

for a real education.

From the University of Life As Lived.

Yes. Yeah.

I see it all in your eyes.

It's as plain as day.

My name's Larry Brown.

Brenda Peterson.

Hey, you. Go.

Get your ass outta my seat.

...keep your personal belongings with you

at all times.

- You got a crib? - A what?

A coop. Place to stay.

Oh. My mom has this cousin I've never met. I'll see how it goes.

I'm gonna ask you a question,

and I'm gonna answer that question for you.

OK.

What's your dream?

What is it about the big city that brought you here?

- Well, I... - Shut. Said I was gonna answer it for you.

You wanna be an actress.

You wanna see yourself in movies.

OK, now you're scaring me.

Oh, it's your lucky day, Brenda Peterson.

With my industry connections,

and of course, after we get to know each other a little better,

I can most definitely offer you

the proper assistance and direction.

That's what I need. Directions.

Oh, we gonna get along right fine, you and me.

How do I get to... this address?

I'm supposed to meet a guy at 3:00, and I...

really don't want to blow it.

Now boarding at Gate 7, Trailways...

Uh, it's cool.

I'll find it.

You know they're gonna exploit you, right?

You gonna get yourself exploited!

- Ta-da! - Irene, what the fuck?

Hey, look. Let me ask you this, alright?

Which one of ya's doesn't want to triple their daily takeaway?

Now let me see hands.

Alright.

Watch this.

Take that, take this...

props... here we go.

Where the fuck's he goin'?

Alright. Irene,

put the thing in the thing.

OK.

Oh, this ain't gonna be pretty.

Alright, window goes up,

this is you.

Alright. Oh! Thank you.

Ya keep dancin'...

Ooh! Ah! Another one?

Thank you! Look at that!

I got tipped twice for one pat on the ass.

That's nice work if ya can get it. Know what I mean?

What happens the third time?

I don't know. You play fuckin' patty-cakes.

I signed up for a show. No touch.

- Hey, don't knock it. - The girls at

at that joint over on 49th Street,

they are makin' money hand over fist.

That's right.

OK? Now: rules.

Rule number one, alright?

You gotta make sure the mook ain't a cop.

Second rule.

You make sure he don't touch you anywhere

that you don't guide him first.

What, like... internally?

Tsk. Nah. Fuck this.

- What? Dee. Come back. - Dee!

You ask me, we'll make a shitload more in tips

than if they're just stickin' money in the slot.

That's right. Very wise.

OK.

Third rule. You make sure his hand...

goes through the partition to you, alright?

You don't put any part of yourself onto his side.

And if you do, make sure it's something you can live without.

Hmm?

I was just jokin'.

I was kiddin' there. Alright?

Look, don't worry, alright?

Anything happens, there's a button

on the side of the window, you press that...

and if that don't work, then...

Then what?

- Yell. - Yell.

OK.

This is a good thing! For all of us.

This is progress!

Tell 'em.

Yeah.

No such thing as free money.

Good set last night, right?

Great set.

I like where you're goin' with it.

- More personal. - Finally, right?

'Cause honestly,

all that "Rimbaud is my spirit animal" bullshit

was starting to give me hemorrhoids.

Him, Baudelaire,

Apollinaire, Frigidaire...

and all those other bad-boy poseurs.

Rimbaud wasn't a poseur.

"I am a beast, a nigger, but I could be saved. You are sham niggers."

No offense, bro.

"I enter the true kingdom of the children of Ham."

Ham and a side of hash browns.

Exactement.

You wanna make honest art?

Look to where you been.

Sign it for me?

Why don't you come back down again tonight?

I'll have a real gift for you.

If I can get in for free.

Hey, where's my light meter?

Where's that... fucking wimple?

It's on your head.

I love that word.

- Joss, can you get Harvey for me? - Yeah.

"Wimple."

Candy says...

What? What does she want?

Where are they?

They?

No. Come on.

It's just a couple of fries.

Harvey, just stop.

You know I'm right.

Candy needs to talk to you.

- Candy. - Harvey.

I'm not doin' this anymore.

- Doing what? - Doing this.

Priests, nuns... rabbis.

You're religious now?

No, it just offends me.

I stayed up all night writing this scene.

- Ask Joss. - Harvey, this whole script is shit.

Hey. Hey, I'm trying to say something

about organized religion in this movie,

it's a statement piece.

Saying what, exactly?

Did you hear the one about the blind guy at the Seder?

They hand him a piece of matzah,

he says, "Who wrote this shit?"

You gotta get rid of Melinda.

She's fucked up even when she's not fucked up.

No problem. Anything else?

Yeah.

I'm not doing any more Daddy Knows Best scenes.

That's a fantasy.

That's not my fantasy.

That's someone's fantasy.

Hey, you want me to keep bangin' out films for you,