He's filthy.

One of these nights I might ask you
to take that turnkey into the toilet.
Show him a good time.
When you come out, you’ll get 1000.

That’s my business. Your business is
to make him happy for 10 minutes.
One thousand.

All right, 2000.
Does that make him any cleaner?

Easy.

I’ll do what you ask, on one condition:
You keep your money,
and you take me with you.

I’m the only one
who can get you out of here.

Fine.
I’m a queer. I’m a fairy. I’m a poof.
But there’s one thing you forgot.
You may have been framed,
as you say you were but I wasn’t.
Between the two of us,
I’m the one who’s killed a man,
not you.