Lovelace Page #3

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OK, your mind has control.

Come on. A little more.

There you go.

Take it in. That's right.

Don't forget to breathe.

Come here.

Don't forget to breathe, OK?

You got it. OK? Go.

Oh, yeah.

Congratulations, Mrs. Chuck Traynor.

I've never done it with

a married man before.

- Me neither.

- Good.

- Hello?

- Hi. It's me.

Where are you?

I've been really worried about you.

Get some money, and come get me.

- I'm in jail.

- Ha-ha. Very funny.

Here you go, ma'am.

Oh! OK.

What happened, Chuck?

What did I say?

But this is different.

Whoo!

You said never ask about your work.

That's right.

Some girls were

turning tricks out back.

What do you mean by...

Prostitution?

Yeah. Linda, it's a titty bar.

What do you think these girls live off,

minimum wage?

Wait. The cops gonna

come ask me questions?

No. No, no, no,

no, no, no, baby.

Wives can't testify

against husbands.

Look, all I need is money.

Look, after paying your bail,

I have, um, 32, 33 dollars.

Linda, real money.

It's the IRS and the Miami PD,

and it's all just that shakedown.

- Do you have enough?

- "We."

Baby, do we have enough, right?

- No, we don't.

- Mm-mm.

- Not yet.

- So what are we gonna do?

Mary had a little lamb,

whose fleece was white as snow,

and everywhere that Mary went...

...the lamb was sure to go.

Yeah, right?

That... That was great.

- Did I tell you, or what, right?

- You did. You told us.

Sweetheart, there's

a little diner on the corner.

Why don't you run down,

grab us four coffees, regular?

- OK.

- All right?

- On the corner?

- Yeah.

- Thanks a lot, darling.

- Beautiful work.

Jesus f***ing Christ, Chuck.

What the f*** was that?

Does she even know what

she was auditioning for?

I know. I know.

She's new at this professionally.

I could show you this thing.

Well, Chuck, she's really cute.

She's adorable.

She's like a sexy

Raggedy Ann or something.

- Cute freckles.

- Really dug her freckles.

It was very...

But, you know, for this industry,

I don't... I don't know.

You don't know what, Gerry?

Go ahead. Be honest.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

No, look, the point is,

we traffic in fantasy here.

Yeah, she's very real, the kind of girl

you sit next to her in class.

You see her out on the street,

you want to ball her.

But, you know, you've seen the girls

that come in and do this now.

I mean, they've all

been to the surgeon.

I mean, you can't light

your cigarette around 'em.

You're afraid their tits

are gonna go up

like the Hindenburg or something.

- Linda has tits.

- She does. Nice ones, too.

Not the point.

It's not like the old days, you know,

where you just point a camera

at two people screwing,

and you call it art.

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