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Go upstairs.

We'll finish up later.

All right.

So...

What are we talking about here, Johnny?

I don't understand. Tell me-

We're talking about my son.

We're talking about my son.

I cannot work on Christmas Eve.

I have to be with him.

Your son needs you to work,

and he needs you to work very hard.

Don't you f***ing tell

me what's best for my kid.

I swear to God.

The kid would not know the difference

whether you're there or not.

Goddamn it.

Johnny, I have been easy on you,

because when I watch you dance,

I get a raging boner, and

so do a lot of other people.

But on Christmas Eve,

I'm gonna have a lot of very

lonely people out in my club,

some even thinking about killing themselves,

and they come here

looking for companionship.

They're looking for a little bit of love.

They are looking for a little bit of hope.

What about... what about one

of the girls who's Jewish?

What about them? Why can't they work?

That is not the point.

All the dancing that goes on on that stage

is nothing but an expensive advertisement

for the main attraction

in the f***ing blue room.

Well, I am not a whore.

Well, then you better learn, Johnny,

'cause you are costing me $1,000 a head

every time you don't give any.

Let me put it this way.

If you are not here on Christmas Eve,

you should consider getting

a job at Wally's Whack Shack.

We clear?

Yeah.

You all right?

Everything all right?

Just leave me alone.

It's getting colder.

You're gonna get sick dressed like that.

Why don't you just f*** off?

Listen, I'm not gonna go back in

until I know you're all right.

You don't have to rush.

Just take your time.

Do you have a smoke?

Yeah, sure.

You're not from around here, are you?

No, I'm just passing through.

Yeah, I thought so.

You're too nice.

Thanks.

Where are you from?

San Francisco.

Moved down here about a year ago.

What's your name?

Scarlet.

Scarlet.

I'm Jack.

Were you in here the other night?

No.

You sure?

'Cause I don't forget eyes like yours.

I'm sure.

Get dressed.

You got a request for a private.

Whoa.

I got to go.

Can I see you again?

Yeah, yeah.

Just request me, Scarlet.

Wait for me in the blue room.

Here.

- Oh.

- Thanks.

Okay.

Hey, papa.

I hope I didn't keep you too long.

I'll make it up to you.

First one's on me.

This is your first time, isn't it?

Yeah, let's-

why don't we just talk first?

Most men don't pay me to talk.

And the ones who do are trying

to talk me into something else.

But I'm telling you, I

don't do anything but dance.

I don't want anything.

Let's just talk like we were doing before.

Come dance with me.

Here? No.

No, I-I'm not good at that.

Yes, it will be fun.

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