The Playboy Club (2011) s01e02 Episode Script

Previously on The Playboy Club Do you have any idea who you just killed? His real name is Bruno Bianchi, and he's the head of the mob.
Still haven't found Bruno You may be homosexual.
You don't want to believe there's a woman in this world who could walk away from Nick Dalton.
And I'm a one-strike girl, baby, so I'm walking away.
Hey, Paul? Want to go to the Playboy Club? Think they're gonna let us in? All we need is the key.
Unless they know it's not our key.
- Welcome to the Playboy Club.
- Thank you.
Jumping with my boy Sid right here in the city Don't you know that it was grand, really grand So grand, and then you came along Then you came along, boy Sang your groovy song, sang a song and asked Mr.
Whatchacallem, whatcha doing tonight? Could someone please bring me a cigarette? Naked? No.
It's for the cover of the boy magazine.
But still, Maureen, Bunnies are Bunnies and Playmates are Playmates.
They're different-- Bunnies wear clothes.
Show what good influence can do Never felt so happy or so fully alive He's a jam a jumpin', it's a powerful jive Swing-a-roo is giving me a new attitude My heart is full of rhythm and I'm in the mood Mildred, get your feet out of the bucket-- it's my turn.
Right after me.
"All Chicago Bunnies are qualified, to apply" Is this some kind of prayer circle? Hef wants a Chicago Bunny to be on the cover of the magazine! Which Bunny? Any Bunny can apply.
Thank you, God.
♪ Then you came along, then you ♪ ♪ Came along, boy, sang your groovy song ♪ Sang your song and asked Mr.
Whatchacallem Whatcha doing tonight? Hope you're in the mood Because I'm feeling just right How's about a corner With a table for two? Where the music's mellow is a gay rendezvous There's no chance romancing with a blue attitude You know you got to do some dancing to get in the mood Don't be rude "Submit your pictures by tomorrow.
"Five Bunnies will be selected for interviews the next day, and the winner will be announced that same night.
" It didn't take me long to say I'm in the mood, now Do-bah-do-bah-do-bop Ba-dop-do-day What am I gonna wear in my pictures? Or not wear? Either way, my husband will kill me.
I'm out, too.
Wait-wait-wait, you don't want to be photographed for Playboy? Yeah, Janie, you're always naked-- why wouldn't you Because I don't want to.
So drop it.
It says, "In addition to the cover, the winning Bunny will also receive" Two thousand dollars! What? Who's that guy with the beautiful eyes? And look at those lips, I'd try 'em for size Hey, swing with me, what a wing it'd be, may I intrude? It's time to dance and I'm in the mood Oh, hold me, darling, let's dance What a dreamy romance, it's a quarter to three There's a mess o' that moon Let's share it with me, you know I think it's rude To keep me this way when I'm in the mood I'm in the mood, in the groove In the mood, hey! Ooh I'm hot now She's punching you in the face over and over.
Yeah, you're, uh, one of those boxing things, you know, the bag? - I want her back.
- Well, maybe next time you don't take home a blond Bunny in the middle of her song-- just a suggestion.
Truthfully nothing happened with Maureen.
So the two best-looking people in Chicago spend the night alone together - and nothing happens? - All right, something happened, but So what's your plan? How are you gonna get Carol-Lynne back? I don't know.
I'm in the mood Your flat-foot floozy wants a good boy.
You hear the latest on Bruno Bianchi? No.
What do you mean? Word on the street he's gone.
As in, we may have seen the last of Clyde Hill on the member board.
Oh, come on.
I'm sure he's probably laying low with a couple of girls.
Well, if Bruno's history, this whole town's about to change.
I just hope it doesn't affect my club.
That's really all I care about.
Well, it looks like it already has.
The prodigal son returns.
John Bianchi.
Thought he was in Vegas.
Well, apparently, news travels fast.
I'm glad he felt he could come here to sit shiva for his old man.
- Time to pay your respects, pal.
- Yeah.
May I see your key? Welcome to the Playboy Club.
You've got a lot of opinions, little girl.
He is known to most people as Clyde Hill, a respectable married businessman.
His real name is Bruno Bianchi, and he's the boss of the Outfit.
I haven't slept in a week.
You never did sleep well.
I asked you once, I'm asking again-- help me find out what happened to him.
I'm about to announce my run for State's Attorney, which means I can't be digging around for the head of the Outfit.
Especially since we both know - he's probably on a bender in New York right now.
- Maybe.
Maybe not.
And, um, "the head of the Outfit," as you call him, happened to pay your way through law school, remember? - He gave you a home.
- I worked off my debt.
You want to be a big shot politician, that's your business.
Mine is figuring out who got to Bruno and putting that guy in the ground.
So I will ask you one last time, are you gonna help me or not? I've made my break from you guys.
Bruno didn't like it, but he respected it.
You need to do the same.
- Cigarettes, boys? - You are a thing of beauty.
Actually, I'm not a thing.
Can I talk to you for a second? Two guys, corner table, five o'clock.
How did they get his key? I, uh I found it on the supply room floor when we were cleaning up and I kept it.
I must have dropped it.
I know, I know, it was stupid.
You don't have to make me - feel worse than I already do.
- All right, look, we got to get that key.
Do you realize that if they found that key at the river, and then they start talking It'll lead right back to the body.
Thank you, I realize that.
We also need to get Clyde Hill's name off the board before Prince Not So Charming over there sees it and starts asking around for his father.
Take care of the key, all right? I'll take care of the name.
Cigarettes? Y-Yes.
Oh.
May I see the member's key, please? Thank you.
Uh-oh.
Hi.
Loved your song.
Thanks.
- Did you meet the deadline to file for the election? - I did.
You're really doing it.
I'm proud of you.
I couldn't have done it without you.
What can I say? I believe in you.
Even when I shouldn't.
See, I know the man who owns this key and you're not that man.
I'll tell you what, see I don't really care that much, but the floor managers have a tendency to play rough with trespassers, so why don't you boys just walk out of here quietly, and it'll be our little secret.
What do you say? Yeah.
Come on.
Thanks.
So, when's the big announcement? I can't do anything until I get Daley's blessing to run.
I miss you.
Nothing happened with Maureen.
You have to believe that.
Oh I wish that I could.
I heard you danced with my father.
- Did I? - I can certainly see what caught his eye.
Thank you.
Please tell him I said hello.
Thing is, I can't find him.
You have any idea where he might be? Sorry.
I dance with a lot of fathers.
Well, maybe you and I should dance sometime.
I should warn you about Nick.
I mean, you seem like a real prize.
And he's he's a heartbreaker.
I appreciate I am honored Your speech for the alderman? Mm.
Bingo tournament in Evanston.
Not exactly the Mall in Washington, but - Do you want me to come? - It's Wednesday night; you're busy.
Oh, that's right.
Wednesday night I'm working.
No Wednesday night is my dad's business trip.
- We're having my parents over for dinner.
- You told me - that was next week.
- It's in two days.
You're making chicken Kiev.
I-I can't just get the night off work, Sean.
Well, and when I'm having dinner alone with my parents who think we're happily married heterosexuals, what do you suggest I say when they ask where my perfect stay-at-home wife is? Fine.
I'll make it work.
I can't wait for your mother's famous, "So when are you gonna make me a grandma" speech.
- It could be worse.
- How? It could be your parents.
Why do you have a key from the Club? Oh, um I found it tonight on the Showroom floor and, uh thought it would be fun to put it, uh on a necklace and wear it in my pictures to try out for the magazine.
So you're entering? Do you have a problem with that? No.
Of course not.
Look.
We're all friends.
This is a great opportunity, no matter who wins.
Definitely.
But it's still a competition.
Yes.
It is.
So I guess it's every Bunny for herself.
I guess so.
Hmm.
Good morning, ladies.
Bunny training starts today, 2:00, at the Club, mandatory for all.
These are our new official training manuals, read them right away.
Why do we have to train to be Bunnies if we're already Bunnies? Don't worry, Kate.
There are pictures.
Morning, Sleeping Beauty.
I promised I'd train you and I never break a promise.
Read it cover to cover.
It's even more important for you than for the rest of the girls because you're new, and pretty terrible at your job.
- Thank you.
- Yikes.
You're pretty terrible at keeping your room clean, too, aren't you? I was going to clean it today.
What's this? We were just all admiring it.
You look amazing.
Aw.
Hef wants a Chicago Bunny - to be on the cover - I know.
It was my idea.
You want to go for it? Yes.
Well, you're not eligible until you're an official Bunny, and you're not an official Bunny until you start training.
Read the manual.
2:00 at the Club.
Uh-oh.
Maureen costumes are never to leave the Club.
That's $50 off your paycheck.
I'm sorry, it's just that Oh, I remember.
You wore it over to Nick's.
- I'll bring it back today.
- I'll take it.
No, really.
It's okay, it's my mistake Don't make another.
Get to work.
Midge.
Nick Dalton.
Well, I haven't seen you I brought these in case I had to bribe a new secretary.
He's running out to a meeting.
I only need five minutes.
Four.
Okay? How about four? All right.
I didn't see you.
And I like dark, not milk.
Mmm.
One of the European sports cars.
With the initials.
Red.
Hey, what can I do? My wife won't shut up, so just find me the damn car.
Nick Dalton.
- Your Honor.
- God, how long has it been? - Three Christmas parties.
- Sit down.
I gotta go to a meeting.
Hey, I saw you in the newspaper the other day-- you know, the Negro thing.
You're really coming up.
I'm trying.
I actually just filed to run for State's Attorney.
A little young for State's Attorney, don't you think? Come on.
I won't actually win.
Well I was hoping to get your blessing to run.
Did you talk to Bruno about this? I haven't talked to him in three Christmas parties, either.
Well, as for my support, that's easy.
You know I've always thought the world of you.
Should I have Midge send an invoice? You like milk chocolate? Actually, I had something a little richer in mind.
Nothing's free in Chicago, son.
Very nice, ladies.
Now, who can tell me reason why we have the Bunny Dip? To keep your tray away from members' faces, so that if your tray should spill, it will not spill on a guest.
You read the manual.
Isn't it so if our boobs should spill, they don't spill on the guests? Excuse me, Janie? Nothing, I'm sorry.
We already know all this stuff.
Oh.
Well, then, you can tell me exactly what you should say to a guest as you're about to pour a shot of Scotch into a 12-ounce glass of soda.
No? May I mix your Scotch, please? The new girl's on a roll.
Okay, ladies.
Now, anyone who wants to try for the cover of the magazine, your photographs must be in by tomorrow morning.
I'll announce the five finalists at the Bunny meeting at noon.
Dismissed.
Did you bring your camera to shoot Brenda's pictures? Yup.
Still don't understand why I'm not taking pictures of you.
Last week you asked me to marry you because you re jealous of the men at the Club.
Now you want me to pose on the cover Playboy? Oh, I still want to marry you.
And that's sweet, but we talked about this.
I don't want to get married.
I know, I know.
I get it.
I'm just saying, if you wanted to win this thing, all you'd have to do is show them those pictures I took of you.
Yellow bikini, the lake this summer? But the ones without the bikini are your favorites.
I keep those under my pillow.
I tried but I can't save this thing.
I'll have to make her a new one.
Is that blood? Actually, that's a whole bunch of blood.
How did you get blood on your Bunny costume, Maureen? I can't tell you.
It's just that I, uh did something bad.
Yes, we've already established that.
You went home with a Keyholder-- my Keyholder-- but that doesn't explain the blood.
Well, before that before that I, I went to the back.
I went out to the alley to smoke a cigarette, with my tray, and a street man came up and tried to steal my cash box.
- A street man? - Homeless.
A vagrant.
I don't need a thesaurus, I just need an explanation.
Well, I It's just that I knew I'd get in trouble if I lost all that money, so I fought back.
I kicked him, really hard, and then he hit me, and my nose start to bleed, and that's where all that blood came from.
And then and then Nick came out, and Oh, you're on a first name basis now? Mr.
Dalton.
So Mr.
Dalton came out, and ran the guy off.
And then he took me to his apartment to clean me up, and later you walked in.
I swear I didn't sleep with him, Carol-Lynne.
And I'm not trying to steal him from you.
You did very well in Bunny training today.
You can submit your photos for the cover of the magazine.
And keep up the good work.
Just remember, costumes are never to go home with Bunnies, and Bunnies are never to go home with Keyholders.
Ever.
Yes, ma'am.
Never call me that again.
Surprise, surprise.
Finally learning long division? The books are all off.
Bruno was no accountant.
Let me take a look.
Be my guest.
Got any leads on your father? We got guys all over town, but nothing solid yet.
What about Delancey-- he step out of line lately? He's trying to muscle in on our Vegas operation, but he don't have the stones for a move like this.
Well, I came here to tell you that I'll look for him.
Thank you.
I'm doing this for you, John, not for Bruno.
You can't keep inventory on the books for so long.
You're still the best fixer in town.
Then you can donate a car to my campaign.
Call it a write-off.
That red XKE out front, that'll work.
Go ahead.
It's yours.
I knew you'd come around.
Who knows? Maybe she telling the truth.
That much blood? Something bad happened.
And Nick never misses a chance to play knight in shining armor.
Well, there are worse qualities I can think of.
We need more Q-tips.
Maybe she really needed help.
And maybe he kept it in his pants.
Give him another chance.
Now why should I? Because you two belong together, and you know it.
It's not like things were perfect between us.
Oh, honey, he's a man.
It'll never be perfect.
But you love him.
Oh, don't remind me.
Pearl, I think I might have been wrong.
Well, ain't nothing wrong with being wrong unless you're too proud to admit it.
Yeah.
For you.
For Mr.
Daley.
From Nick Dalton.
I had Pearl dye them to match the blood.
I'm sorry, Carol-Lynne.
For everything.
It won't happen again.
Chicago's a great city, Maureen.
Anything's possible, especially for a beautiful young woman.
But bad things happen here, too, and Nick Dalton won't always be there to save you.
A girl needs to watch her back and cover her tracks.
Do you understand? Yes.
Thank you.
Mmm, you're going to look so good in red.
- But I don't have a red Bunny costume.
- Oh.
Well, you do now.
Ooh-wee-ooh-ooh- ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-wee-ooh-ooh- ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Walk like a Man Oh, how you tried Ooh-ah-oo To cut me down in size Ooh-ah-oo Tellin' dirty lies to your friends Ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah-ooh Well, my own father said Give her up, don't bother The world isn't comin' to an end - Hi.
- Hey.
So would you mind staying after the Club closes tonight? I need someone to help me take my pictures for the cover of the magazine.
Walk like a man, my son I know you're against the whole thing, but I can't ask Brenda, and Janie has the night off, so Yeah, no problem, happy to do it.
- Really? - Yeah.
Thank you.
Ooh-wee-ooh-ooh- ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Walk, walk, walk, walk Bunny Maureen looks mighty good in red.
No comment.
Spoken like a true politician.
Speaking of which, you figure out your little Daley problem? As a matter of fact, I have.
Still running a clean race? Got to get in the race first.
And, uh, how's your campaign to get back in with Carol-Lynne? Ah, the polls just closed; Could go either way.
You've been busy, pal.
No rest for the wicked.
Just look who's laughing now I'm gonna walk like a man Fast as I can Walk like a man from you I'll tell the world forget about it, girl And walk Like a man from you.
How is it? Yeah, that's, uh, that's really good.
Can I steal a little love? Cool me, honey, I'm on fire What about this? Yeah, that's, uh that's really good, too.
Till I'm red Till my eyes bug out my head Coo me, woo me, turtledove Can I steal a little love? Please tell me why are you drivin' me crazy? I mean it.
Why do I dig you like I do? If I should steal Maureen needed my help.
The details don't matter.
I'll give it back to you Tell me, honey You matter.
I can walk you down the aisle I won't even need a shove Can I steal a little love? - I never meant to hurt you.
- All I've ever wanted is to be able to trust you.
You can.
Can I steal a little love? Cool me, honey, I'm on fire To steal your love is my desire Hug me, squeeze me till I'm red Till my eyes bug out my head Coo me, woo me, turtledove Can I steal a little love? Can I grab a little love? - Yeah? - Yeah, that's it.
I have his parents in town for one night and they're coming for dinner.
They have no idea I'm a Bunny.
They-- well, they would be mortified.
What's wrong with being a Bunny? Alice, if you need to lie to your in-laws, that's your choice and you can have tomorrow night off, but I think being a Bunny is something to be proud of, which is exactly why Hef and I are doing this magazine campaign-- to show the world that a Bunny is a smart, independent girl focused not on what men want but on what she wants.
And on that note, I have the five finalists who will interview with Hef immediately after this in the Showroom.
Mildred.
Kate.
I knew it.
Brenda.
Maureen.
And Janie.
- Janie? - What? But I didn't even enter.
Well, apparently you did and Hef put you in the top five.
He's downstairs waiting and, uh, I wouldn't suggest disappointing him.
Why did you want to be a Playboy Bunny? I feel pretty when I'm in my costume, you know? In my Bunny suit I'm in total control.
I just want to be someone new someone special.
My father said a girl can't be a doctor, so I'm paying for my own classes at Northwestern.
I really appreciate this, but the other girls are amazing.
They deserve this more than I do a lot more.
I want to show people that I can do anything.
I know that may sound like I'm bragging, but I'm gonna do big things.
When I'm here I feel beautiful.
My home life wasn't the best.
I didn't think anyone would ever care about me.
I always dreamed of finding someplace where I belonged a family, I guess, so here I am.
That stuff about your family did you make that up for the contest? I wish.
Look, it was nothing against you, except that you're perfect and I just - really want this.
- Me, too, and you don't know me well enough yet, Brenda, but I am far from perfect.
I just could really use the money.
But I thought this was about being the first It's that, too.
It's, it's complicated.
Does this have something to do with that box you keep underneath the bed? You put your money in there every single night.
What's it for? I don't tell anyone.
People get mad.
I won't get mad.
I want to own something.
Like what? Real estate, and not just some dumpy plot of land on the South Side.
I want something beautiful.
Why would people get mad about that? Because most Negro girls don't own anything, Maureen, and they don't end up on the cover Playboy.
I want something nobody can take away from me.
Wow, Brenda, that It's crazy, right? Amazing.
I think that's amazing.
Oh, Mr.
Dalton.
Oh, sorry, I, uh, I was looking for Carol-Lynne.
It's okay, I was just, just reading.
I keep waiting for the news about you know, Bruno Bianchi.
Yeah, it won't be long.
Don't worry, they'll never find out what happened.
How do you know? I mean, you keep telling me not to worry, - but how do you know? - Because this is what I used to do for the Bianchis, Maureen.
I was their fixer.
I cleaned things up.
Finally you tell me something real about yourself.
The only people that know the truth are you and me.
As long as we keep our story straight, no one's ever gonna find out.
So the next time you decide you got mugged in the back alley, how about you tell me before you tell Carol-Lynne? Did she believe me? Apparently so.
She took me back.
Oh.
Okay.
Good.
That's great.
How about you? What about me? You still haven't told me anything real about you.
I'm a fixer, too.
I've been trying to fix my life since the day I was born.
What are you two talking about? You may want to see this.
Evening edition.
Wow.
I guess I better go make some phone calls.
Then we'll celebrate.
Yeah.
Apparently, you're attracted to things that don't belong to you.
- Carol-Lynne - Shh.
Remember when I told you bad things happen in Chicago? If you don't back off, you're going to find out exactly how true that is.
Well, there's politics, and there's politics, Sean.
Playing bingo with the fifth-place candidate for alderman is not.
Sean works incredibly hard.
Who's gonna tell me what an alderman is? It's a member of city council.
It's what they call it - in Chicago.
- Small potatoes.
Look, you've got to hustle.
I read about this guy Dalton in the paper, not too much older than you, running for State's Attorney.
Uh-huh.
Anyway, enough politics, right? I couldn't agree more.
So, Alice, when are you gonna make me a grandma, hmm? When's she telling us who's on the cover? Not soon enough.
I could kill Max for submitting those pictures.
Then why don't you just drop out if you really don't want to do it? I tried.
Carol-Lynne wouldn't let me disappoint Hef.
I'm counting on my 80% chance of not getting picked.
- Who has red lipstick? - Somebody find Maureen some red lipstick to match her new Bunny costume.
She looks great in red.
Come to think of it, I think we should call her the Scarlet Bunny.
Okay, ladies, time to announce who is on the cover.
Hef says, "This lucky lady was chosen for her beauty, "her poise, her brains "and her selflessness.
Bunny Janie.
" I'm sorry Carol-Lynne, I just can't do this.
Did you win? Yes, I won, you idiot! Well, I'll take that as a thank you.
You had no right to submit those pictures.
- I told you not to.
- I don't get it.
- You should be happy.
- Do I look happy, Max? Janie, I was just trying to help.
I wanted to see you get what I know you want.
Listen to me very carefully.
I don't need you or anyone else telling me what I want.
- Do you understand? - Fine.
I'm sorry.
I just don't see what the big deal is about you having your face on the cover of a magazine.
The big deal, Max, is that I can't have my picture published.
For the same reason, among many others, that I can't marry you.
Because I'm already married.
What? I'm married, Max to a really crazy guy.
He has no idea where I am, but he has a subscription to Playboy.
Good evening, Mr.
Mayor.
Nice car.
A gift for the missus.
Beautiful.
Welcome, Mr.
Mayor.
All right, now, who is the most famous female - singing elephant? - Elephants Gerald! Well, you know, it's been so lovely seeing you guys.
Yeah, a real treat.
Well, now, hold on now.
The night isn't over yet.
- It's not? - Brought a little surprise for dessert.
- The Playboy Club? - Dick, - where the hell did you get that? - Abe Frohman-- the guy who was trying to get my business today.
I've been itching to go.
To a strip club? It's not a strip club, Mary.
Count me out.
I agree.
It sounds awful.
Yeah, you know, it's getting kind of late.
Oh, come on.
We're going.
You'll love it.
Good evening.
- I'm your Bunny, Brenda.
- Oh.
Didn't know they had Negro ones.
Would you like your picture taken, Miss? Souvenir of your night at the Playboy Club? It's been a week.
Nothing on Bruno, which means this is still the last place he was seen alive.
- So? - So, I guess you'll be asking around, seeing as how you practically live here.
No problem.
Good.
I'll be hanging out, just in case, um, you need some help.
Saw your new car outside.
Did you? I did.
You gave it - to Daley's wife.
- I told you - it was for my campaign.
- You're good.
Next time, keep me in the loop.
May I deliver that to Mr.
Dalton? He'll love it.
Thank you.
Mr.
Dalton? Sean Beasley.
- Alice's husband.
- Okay.
I'm running Bob Bradley's campaign in the 6th district.
Thought you might want this.
Yeah, I was hoping nobody saw that.
Shaking hands with the heir apparent of the Outfit the night you announce for State's Attorney? Bad strategy.
Now, I've worked on 12 campaigns in the last five years That's the Dalton guy I was talking about.
I've got my ear to the ground.
Politics are changing.
It's not about who you are.
It's about what you portray.
Give me a call.
I think you can win.
That's my boy.
Congratulations.
Since Janie backed out, Hef decided you should be on the cover of the magazine.
- Me? - He loved your honesty.
Imagine that.
He especially loved the pictures with the key.
You are very smart.
- Carol-Lynne, I - Just remember what I told you.
Cover your tracks and watch your back.
You never know when trouble's coming.
I don't know.
It just feels wrong.
Hef chose you, not me.
Who cares? If my husband sees me on that cover, he'll track me down.
- And let's just say, he's no picnic.
- It's funny.
You're trying to keep from being found, and I'm hoping somebody finds me.
Who? My dad.
I want him to know that I'm somebody.
Or even that I'm alive.
Hopefully, I can do that before Carol-Lynne fires me.
She's not gonna fire you.
She called me a whore in front of everybody.
A) You're Hef's new golden cover girl, and cover girls don't get fired.
B) Carol-Lynne doesn't hate you.
She's scared of you.
And C) everyone knows I'm the resident whore around here, and I'm not giving up the title.
Where to, Mr.
Candidate? Private campaign event.
My place.
Oh.
Sounds good.
Ain't love grand? Get me everything you can on that blonde Bunny Nick's been playing around with-- Maureen.
Yeah, her and I are gonna get to know each other a lot better.