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(upbeat music)

(camera clicking)

- The most expensive fashion
advertising campaign in history

became the most controversial.

All the video footage
of the campaign's making

was destroyed forever.

- Give me that. The camera, give it to me.

- Or so they thought.

Hi, I'm Sabrina. I'm
with Robert Baker Models.

I'm 5'10".

This is for Claudio Vestigues.

Yeah, I did runway for him in Paris.

That was a while ago now.

Um, I have no conflicts.

And do you need to keep my book?

- No, thanks. It's okay.

Thank you.

Okay, hon, can you move
to your left a bit?

Let's try the other left.

And that's it.

Okay, do you see the blue mark?

(chuckling)

Okay, that's the one.

Can you hold the slate up for us?

Okay.

Under the chin more.

Sorry.

No problem. Slate away.

Hi, I'm Cynthia Barris. I'm 5'9 1/2".

I'm with Ford Models.

Well, actually, Robert
Baker sent me on this,

so I guess I'm with him.

But I was in Korea doing a commercial

and missed the NY casting call.

But I would have been there
if Ford would have sent me.

But I'm really a Ford model.

- What is fashion but a
mask for your insecurities?

My clothes cover your weak,
feeble, decaying bodies

and make you look firm,

young vibrant and sexy.

I give you the personality you lack.

In fact, the personality you never had.

You are merely addicts

worshiping at my temple of fashion.

But, hey, I love you for it!

(upbeat music)

(knocking on door)

Bring it in.

Bloody hell. Shit.

Oh, my God!

Hi, I'm Pete Famer of Film Factory.

Switch it off. Switch it
off. What are you doing?

Eric.

We are meant to be here now.

Who's Cynthia? Her.

It's me but it not today. It's tomorrow.

What is not today?

Maybe your tomorrow is our today.

Who are you people?

They're making a documentary on me.

Huh? What?

Yeah. Oh, shit. Oh, no.

Eric?

Hi.

It's not today.

It's tomorrow in LA, when
I'm shooting the campaign.

No, it's fine. It's very spontaneous.

No, you can't use this. I mean--

You know, we were just partying.

And it got late and we
just crashed together.

Look, it doesn't matter to us at all.

In fact, it's a very
interesting way to start

a "day in the life of" doco.

You can't use this. Sorry.

It's great.

No, it'll ruin my career.

It's great. It's fine. It's fine.

Half the fashion industry is gay.

What? It'll ruin my fucking career.

Advertisers don't want a model
they think is, you know, gay.

"They think."

Hey, I am not gay.

I have a boyfriend, okay?

- Right. But I--

You know, I dumped him so--

Okay, that's good. We can use that.

It says something

about a rising young
supermodel's lifestyle.

What? What?

You can't fucking use this.

You can't just come barging in here

with a fucking camera unannounced.

I mean, I thought you were room service

delivering our breakfast.

No, we're documentarians.

We deliver the truth.

(door opening)

It was fun, honey.

This is not what it looks like.

We shared the room.

Can I get you to sign
a release form, please?

You have to! No.

Oh, my God, no.

- Hey, be proud, girls. Okay.

Oh, shit.

(door slamming)

No, no, no. No, no, no. No, no, no.

They switched it from
NY today to LA tomorrow.

What? What day is it?

It's-- It's--

(snapping fingers)
- Tuesday.

It's Tuesday.

Okay, well, then the
shoot is Wednesday in LA.

So, um, wrong day, wrong city.

- Cynthia is going to be the
next big, big supermodel.

And a role model.

And I consider her a
close personal friend.

No, a client, a friend and a great lay.

Lady. Woman.

Why the fuck did they move the shoot?

I don't know. Maybe LA is hipper
or less hip. The location?

Yeah? What's so hip about a palm tree?

No. I didn't--

What I meant was why the
fuck didn't they tell me

they had moved the shoot?

Who the hell do they think I am, hm? Hm?

They're diet pills.

- And she really is a great girl.

And don't film me smoking.

- The classic sweet thing

that grew up somewhere unspoiled.

So she isn't into drugs or anything kinky?

No, no, no, no.

She's great.

And it's great that Claudio
Vestigues picked her up.

I mean, he really is the
top fashion designer.

But the problem for a model
who actually gets work

and travels and all that
is that everyone's jealous.

Her friends, her boyfriend, her
mother, they're all jealous.

Gay guys are jealous.

So everyone knocks models but
everyone wants to fuck you.

(somber music)

(retching)

- Cynthia?
(knocking on door)

Cynthia? Cynthia?

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

I can't believe that we're
going to follow her to LA.

Yeah, well, you know,
it's a free trip, babe,

plus an extra two days of work.

I got to pay that rent.

I'll send my girlfriend
through med school,

and Ma needs the kidney machine.

That's awful. I'm so sorry.

And then all this effort
for a fluff piece.

I wanted to get into documentaries

to be a filmmaker, not a fluff-meister.

Women like her give us all a bad name.

Hanna--
(Cynthia coughing)

Ugh.

Hanna, it's not the subject matter.

It's what you do with it that counts.

(Cynthia coughing)

I'm going to make a serious statement

via this
day-in-the-life-of-a-model segment.

Oh, yeah, what would that
serious statement be?

(Cynthia coughing)

I don't know yet.

We'll just have to wait and see.

(Cynthia retching)

You're with me, right, Eric?

(upbeat music)

- So here we are.

Private jets and limos just for me.

Oh, and it's only the prep day.

So you can imagine.

It's like a dream come true.

Tomorrow I am the Claudio V. girl.

And I am so excited.

I can't believe it's me.

- Rolling.

So, what do you want me to say?

Well, um-- Well, say anything you want.

Actually, you know what?

I'll get Hanna to give you-
(phone ringing)

Oh, you know, that's my casting line.

No, that's great.

When Cynthia enters, tell
them you'll call them back.

That's my casting line. I got to get that.

- RBM Casting? Please hold.

Hi. Oh, Lauren, hey.

Robert, I'm here! Hi. How's it?

How's it going?

Yeah, well,

my good news is that I have

the new Claudio Vestigues girl.

Yeah. No, no, kidding.

Don't be surprised.

Uhh, Cynthia.

No, no, she's not here
that much. That's why she--

Well, I am not keeping my
best girls from you. No.

Now I'll have girls.

Grade-A Angus.

Tell them you'll call them back.

Oh, you know what, Lauren? I--

I have a camera crew here right now.

Can I give you a call back
in like 10 minutes? Thanks.

Hey, girl. How's it going?

It's going good.

You look-- You look--

You look pretty healthy.

Remember, Claudio likes
that, you know, look.

Yeah, well, it'll be okay.

The look?

It's just the style right now.

You're going to be a star.

It's sexy.

Yeah, a big star.

People think of it

as a young drugged out party animal thing,

and that's hip and easy to achieve.

You know, could you do me a favor?

(phone ringing)

Hm?

Could you just answer that for me and say,

"RBM Casting," and press hold?

What?

My assistant's out sick today so--

Uh, you don't have an assistant.

RBM Casting?

Hold.

Who is it?

Hello?

Oh, hi.

You're in town?

Oh, okay.

Yeah, a lingerie catalog?

$1,500 a day plus 20%.

Okay, now, we sent you Sateya, Sabrina,

and the "S" girls last time, right?

Cynthia as well, right?

No, not Cynthia?

Oh, well, just as well.

She is the new Claudio Vestigues girl.

Yeah, yeah, you'd have to
direct book her for like 20 G.

No, no kidding.

Oh, well, $12,500 for you, rock bottom.

That's only because you're a loyal client.

Well, oh, okay.

No, no, no, I'll send like a
dozen bodies over tomorrow.

Like 10, 12?

Yeah, the usual deal.

Yeah.

Oh, Sabrina?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm
sure she'll be amenable.

Yeah, okay. All right, later.

Robert, $12,500?

I'm the new Claudio girl?

They can't afford it anyway.

I was just being nice to them.

But if they say yes, you
should book it while you can.

Okay, well, I'm just going
to run to the drugstore.

You guys can talk to Robert.

Cynthia? Cynthia?
- I'll be back.

Oh, Sabrina, honey, hey.

Hi. How are you?

Good.

These guys are here
doing a doco on Cynthia.

Cynthia?

Why Cynthia?

Look, I realize you
should be working more.

I should be.

I'm a really good model.

I know.

I'm really good at it.

Look, those Korean lingerie
people are in town again.

You could run your portfolio by them

later by yourself if you want.

I'm trying to help out here.

Okay.

- That sounded like you're
making a date for a girl.

- They got to date somebody.

I mean, he uses a lot of models.

Like, they could do a lot worse.

Is that what they call, uh, pandering?

No, that's selling prostitutes.

I'm just helping friends out here.

So do you get a fee?

Look, you said you wanted to
talk about Cynthia so talk.

(sighing)

Okay, here. Try this one.

It should be perfect.

If not, we make it perfect.

We photograph her in all of these dresses.

Each one is worth like
thousands of dollars.

Here.

Careful with the dresses,
hon. They're one of a kind.

Sorry. It was a little tight.

Have you eaten?

- Stella, you back here?

Phillippe, hi! I'm Cynthia.

I'm working with you tomorrow.

I'm so excited.

Yes, my new victim.

You need new PJs. I've seen those before.

Stella, darling.

You look delicious as always.

Could I get a little trimmy-trim?

Sure.

Would you do me a favor
and stand right up for me?

Right up. Right there.

Very nice.

- Peter Famer. We're doing
a documentary on Cynthia.

Love your work.

Do you always wear pyjamas?

Not when I sleep.

So, a very big day for
you, huh? A big break.

Claudio's new girl.

If you cut it.

Have you ever done nudes?

Art nudes, not crap.

No. No.

Not even with your boyfriend?

Well--

I'm not talking about you
spreading your legs for cash,

or anything stupid like that.

But the curve of your mound for art.

No?

Well, you should.

You really should love your body.

Touch yourself, you know?
That sort of a thing.

I mean, that's the girl that
Claudio wants and needs.

I mean, the girl on the
very edge of it all.

What's your biggest job?

What have you done before?

Well, I was just in Japan for a while

and did some stuff.

Happy white chick,

white background, over-bright clothes.

No, I mean I did this
lingerie commercial in Korea.

Well, actually, all of Asia.

It was really big.

A lingerie commercial for Korea?

I hate prudish models.

Silly Midwestern girls,
all shy and prudish.

Models exploit their bodies.
They should do it for art.

Otherwise, they're just whores.

A prude is not a model.

A model who will not spread her legs

and let me photograph the stitching

on the crotch of the
panties is a waste of time.

Oh, God. I'll be back.

We're in the sex trade, pure and simple.

Phillippe is extreme but basically right.

If you're going to
model, model or go home.

(camera clicking)

- Cynthia.

We're shooting tests of her

so we know exactly what
we're dealing with.

There are no shots of
her with other top teams,

so it's harder.

You know, she's, um-- She's virgin meat.

I'm sorry. I have to take this.

- Open your eyes.

Hey. honey.

No, I don't know where your
other guitar string is.

I can't go get you one right now.

The store is right down the street so--

Um, that's my boyfriend.

He's a musician.

He's very, very sensitive.

He can't go outside right
now because it's too bright.

And he can't get his guitar string.

So, um, I'll be--

Listen, honey, there's a
lot going on here right now.

(sighing)

Of course the music is
important to me. What?

(crash)

Billy Dea, don't!

Billy Dea, don't!

I didn't do anything.

Do you see any tears?

- Cynthia claimed her collapse

was due to jetlag and dehydration.

I thought Billy Dea was murdering her.

It's a long story. There's been incidents.

None of the incidents
were my fault, you know?

You know when someone gets in
the news for something weird,

you know, like that fellow

whose wife cut off his you-know-what.

Then a few years later they always pop up

in the news again with
something even weirder.

It's like a curse.

You'll pay for the interview, right?

Well, we only need a little interview.

Well, I can't interview
until I get some c--

Some cash. Ahem.

Ahem.

I have fifty.

Fifty?

Wait a minute. Fifty
bucks? What, are you nuts.

No, no, this girl gets at
least $150 an hour minimum.

And that's before her agent

had the new Claudio Vestigues model.

We only need 10 minutes.

Well, 100 bucks minimum.

Take it or leave it.

Look at this girl. She's gold.

I mean, look at those eyes,
this body, these teeth.

Smile for him.

(ominous music)

Okay, Cynthia, lie down here.

Cynthia?

I think she fell asleep again.

She's OD'ed, you idiots.
Call an ambulance.

Susie, we're documentarians.
Don't get involved.

We've gotta make her vomit.

Susie! What? Where are we?

Are we ready?

You're the director, right?

Yeah, right.

Do you want my body?

I'm really good.

Wait, what do you direct?

Documentaries.

Oh.

Well, TV generally, actually.

Oh, yeah? Was that a yes?

No, 100.

120?
- Yeah.

You said a hundred.

It's a hundred plus agency.

That's 120.

But agents get 10%.

Not in print, darling.

It's 2020.

But this isn't print.

Yeah, but he is my print agent.

40, 60, 80. There you go, honey.

Found money.

She gets a hundred.

No, she gets 80.

The deal was a 100 plus
agency, but also minus agency.

That's 20 from you and 20 from her.

It's all very standard.

Hey, hey, look.

If we do it now, I'll
give you a big discount.

Well, we can't do it now but maybe later.

Pay now for the discount later?

I'm busy later.

Unless it's really later.

See, I'm reliable,

and I remember where I need to be.

I need to be outside.

Please.

Now, this is what we want.

Very cool.

Gone.

Nothing fazes her.

She has seen and done everything.

Nothing upsets her.

She is a walking sex machine.

Do you like sex?

Yeah.

Are you good at it?

I guess, yeah.

Do you like it crazy,
painfully humiliating?

Well, see, you're not her.

Now, we're taking a big risk on you.

Claudio has taken out the
biggest advertising buy

in fashion history, and
it all depends on you.

And you've never really been used.

How can anyone desire you?

You have to want it,
done it, want more of it,

while still allowing the
fantasy that you're a virgin.

Do you get it?

Yes, I'm to have really
perverted sex with you.

(sighing)

I am an artist.

And it is much, much, deeper than that.

I promised my mom I'd go.

If I don't, then she'll
fucking show up somehow,

like she always does,

because she feels like she's owed.

For all the stupid
pageants she put me in...

And all that stuff.

(somber music)

God damn them.

(sighing)

Damn it.

God damn it.

Um... God damn it.

♪ I don't wanna be the saint ♪

♪ To save you ♪

♪ Pull through ♪

♪ Lie here with me ♪

♪ Cocoon ♪

♪ Grow empty ♪

♪ Give unto me ♪

♪ Love, leave, impress ♪

♪ Do unto me ♪

♪ Give unto me ♪

♪ Love, leave, impress ♪

♪ Do unto me ♪

(somber music)

(Cynthia retching)

Big day. Big day.

Big fucking day.

(dramatic music)

Oh, hi.

Hello. Claudio.

Yes, hello, hello, hello,
hello. Hi, I'm Peter Famer.

I'm with-
- Me.

I made a giant ad purchase
to ensure more cover.

Elisa, you with me?

We need more cameras.

Oh, we brought one.

Elisa, you'll never be anything more

but a footstool for my feet.

She doesn't seem to
realize that more is more.

That's the secret of PR, right?

Oh, and make sure that
when the interviewer comes,

she sees that I have a Black employee.

This is Miss T.

Claudio, actually, that's
my studio producer, Tina.

Oh, dear, dear. Oh, dear.

Miss T. isn't here, remember?

Well, when she comes, make
sure that you interview her.

Certainly, what's her position?

You really must visit my store.

My God, you should get those
black straight silk trousers.

Really? Silk?

Oh, my God, what? What? I
mean what do we have here?

Oh, this is "I want to like girls,

but, really, deep down I like men."

And "Oh, I live in New York City,

"but I don't really feel I belong,

so I scream, 'I live in New York City.'"

And, my God, do something
with that hair. Eek.

Claudio, Claudio, can we
go in the studio, yeah?

Yes, of course.
- Asshole.

Come on.

- Claudio explained the advertising agency

wasn't coming, as he had
sent them to Cleveland

to punish them--

A very cruel punishment.

One of those little
turds called it his idea.

He doesn't have any ideas.

I have ideas.

You don't have any
ideas, do you, Phillippe?

Mm. Mm.

No. Excellent.

But he does have a talent.

He has a talent for-- Oh,
this camera is bigger.

He has a talent for mediocrity.

You know, it's getting
too hot for locations.

Maybe we should work here.

Now, what do we have to work with?

Now, let's see, an old leather chair.

Yes, an old leather chair,
maybe in black or green.

But definitely-- Definitely not red.

Or maybe one of those old wicker chairs.

You know, those club chairs
the old farts die in.

I'll call the prop house.

Have them to pull all the leather chairs.

Except the red ones.

Absolutely.

Red is terrible. Oh, yeah.

Is modern, okay?

Oh, do you want me to tell you everything?

I mean do you want me to
tell you what tampons to use?

(upbeat music)

Cynthia, darling, you look absolutely...

radiant.

Like a prom queen

who needs to be butt-holed
by the entire football team,

then sold for sordid sex
on a sleazy street corner.

Oh, Phillippe, I must say
you do have a way with words.

I'm actually not finished yet.

Then finish! Come on.

Oh, Cynthia, have you put
on a little bit of weight?

Hm. I thought you were dealing with this.

I thought I had.

I could shoot naked.

Nah, probably won't affect the sales

whether the girls are clothed or not.

No, no, I meant I'd be naked.

I like to shoot new meat
with my dick hanging out.

You know, it gives them

a sort of like a "deer in
headlights" kind of a look.

Mm, I'm sure you'll have them frothing.

(somber music)

Mm.

(ominous music)

Right there. Just like that.

Don't move, please.

Nice.

Yes. Yeah.

Yes, good, good, I like that. Fantastic.

Cindy, that's great.

Cynthia.

Whatever.

(door opening)

(Cynthia retching)

- Have a look.

Check it out. Check it out.

You're doing good.

- Ooh, wow, that's amazing.

- Okay, now clear now.

Stay there where you were. Do not move.

Yes. Great, great. Like that. Like that.

Good, fantastic.

Keep your face to me.

Face to me.

Good. Great, great.

Good. I like it. I like it.

Good, good. I need a
little movement, please.

More face to me.

Hello?

(camera clicking)
(ominous music)

Hello?

Hello?

Billy Dea, turn the music down.

Hello? More face to me, please.

Face to me.

Come on, spread your legs a little bit.

You know? Come on, touch
yourself like right here. Good.

Hello!

- She does that. What?

She falls asleep.

What?!

She falls asleep?

Modeling my clothes?

Is she a critic?

I can make it work.

Make it work.

Just turn her more, man.

- Careful with the clothes.

God damn it, she's not asleep!

Jesus Christ, we're documentarians.

Somebody call an ambulance.
- Susie!

- I'm rolling.
- Cynthia?

- Get the clothes off her. Help me.

The clothes!

I have to get her
clothes off. The clothes!

Somebody call an ambulance.

This is going to look terrible, Claudio.

We won't tell them it was your shoot.

- She's dying.
- I have to get her undressed.

We have to get her moving.

What did you do?
- Nothing, Tina.

You should really shoot this.

How many models have
you killed, Billy Dea?

Cynthia?
- They weren't my fault.

- Get her up. Get her up.

This is not my fault.

This can't leak.

There's nothing to leak.

She's dying!
- How do you know?

I mean, you're not a doctor.

I'm a designer and I know
that that dress is tearing.

I think she's dead.

Well, you don't know!

He probably does.

Probably doesn't count.

- We need a good doctor.

And I know an excellent one,
and we can just fly him in.

Fly him in? From where?

From Paris.

She needs to throw up.
- No! Get the clothes off her.

What are you doing?
(somber music)

I love a good catfight!

Go on, Elisa. Scratch her eyes.

Go on, scratch the bitch.

(cameras clicking)

Go on. Get those eyes, Elisa.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

(cameras clicking)

(somber music)

- Okay, I got the clothes off!

I'm still on hold.

Can you get her a robe, maybe?

Um, okay.

The fun's over. Divide them up, Phillippe.

Well, well, well, Mr. Documentarian.

That's when I knew I had a blockbuster.

But sadly, not a top-notch
crew to execute it.

- Claudio maintains this was his reaction.

Action.

So in fairness, it should be shown.

Please, please, don't leave us!

Help is on its way. I promise you!

Oh, please, please-
- Keep rolling.

Mr. Vestigues, can I just?

Don't direct me, little man!

Sorry.

Now I have to get into the mood again.

Phillippe, this is a mess,

but it needn't be an impediment
to the creative process.

Girls, stand her up.

Well, yeah, yeah. Get her up. Get her up.

Come on. Yes, of course,
it's so obvious, isn't it?

Keep shooting.

No, no, girls, girls.

What do you think you're doing?

Shouldn't we keep her moving?

Isn't that why we stood her up?

No, no, no.

I just want to see her.

Just see her standing up,

so I can just gauge the
aesthetic necessities.

You see, just hold her head there.

And then we can see her, um--

- Standing up.
- Standing up, exactly.

But when she died, God!

I mean, either we had
something fucking brilliant,

or it was nothing at all.

And it's just that Peter wasn't--

Well, if Peter was up to it--

I think a tit job would
have saved her life.

You know it's sad and
everything, but it's real.

300 milliliters a side

would've made her like herself more.

You know, it didn't
help Anna Nicole Smith,

but I think she was murdered.

And you know your music
is really important to me.

It's just that I'm in the middle

of a really difficult shoot.

Claudio doesn't pay you
to tell him your problems.

You're the ad agency.
You make it work or else.

I support your art, and
I'm right there for you.

But, baby, does it really
matter what brand of string?

The shoot's brilliant.

It's just taking a little
longer to get right.

But everything's fine.

Baby, I am not screwing anybody here.

But there's no problem.
Make that absolutely clear.

Hon?

If we don't deliver by
the weekend, we miss out

on an advertising deadline
of 120 magazines worldwide.

The surcharges will amount to 3 million.

The biggest screw-up of his career.

Bummer.

She's dead.

The shoot is over. It's wrong.

I won't work on dead people.

Just pretend you're
doing it for a funeral.

I don't do funerals.

I don't do weddings.

Stell, we both need this campaign.

It's not your fault.

We don't blame you.

Blame me?

You must have known she
was doing something.

Stella, Stella, Stella,

we know that you are doing
the best job that you can do.

And we do not blame you.

We just know that this
makes it a little harder.

So it will be double pay.

I don't care.

I'm out of here.

Stella, please, just think about it.

Think about it.
- Okay.

It's more than double.

More than double?

She's exactly right. Five times.

Five times, the highest paid
makeup artist in the industry.

Besides, she does hair too.

It's a cheap deal.

I'll remember the cheap
deal, Phillippe. But done.

Thank you.

And thank you too.

(sighing)

Good, I don't think he's heard.

Now, let's set up properly, guys.

Hi, I'm Pete Famer, director.

You're back? Hi, Sateya.

Well, hello, Sateya.

It shouldn't really take this long.

Where do I put this? Just
stick it in her panties.

I don't wear any.
- Peter, what's going on?

Okay.
- Okay, I'll do it.

- We set?

I'm sad to say Cynthia died this morning.

I'm sure it was just her
nerves. She'll be fine.

Cynthia's dead,

as in dead.

She OD'ed an hour ago.

Oh.

Huh, man. Wow.

What a drag.

Poor girl.

(sighing deeply)

Well, that's that, I guess.

Damn.

Robert, do think they're
going to need a replacement?

Oh, honey, I'm sure they're going to go

with whoever her backup was.

I wonder if they still have to pay us.

Oh.

You know what? You're
right. Never say die.

(somber music)

- If women want things to change,

then they should stop
buying the magazines.

Then they'd change.

If the advertisers and
the magazines stopped,

then there'd be change.

You know, they tell you if men changed,

if this changed or that changed--

If we went back to the
full-figured Renaissance woman,

there would be screams.

"Too fat! She's too fat!"

People get rich complaining
about this shit.

Complaining is a respected industry.

Who's got that look?

Sabrina.
- What is the look exactly?

You know the whole "I'm about
to die from something" look.

It's very sexy.

What's sexy about it?

Ask the fashion gurus.

Maybe it's that they look so screwed up

that they won't say no.

No, it's that they won't
realize that they're saying yes.

You know they're going
to do drugs to get it?

No, no, no.

Hey, look, I'm not their nanny, all right?

Christ, they could run
marathons every night

if they wanted to to get
the look and be healthy.

Well, and not sleep.

Or they can not get the look.

I mean it's a commercial
and catalog town anyway.

So, you encourage them
to be self-destructive?

Look.

If the girls want to do drugs
or get an abusive boyfriend,

that's up to them.

That's their choice, all right?

I don't decide who works, all right?

I've got the meat. If
you want it, you book it.

(phone ringing)
Whate--

Oh, that's my client line.

RBM?

Tina.

You're joking?

Wait, I mean, you are joking, right?

You've got to see Sabrina.

She's a knockout who puts out.

Sabrina? Sabrina?

Oh, man, I've done Sabrina.

She cried too much.

She just didn't understand the game.

We'll pay a lot.

Look, it's not ethical.

All right? What are you people on?

All right, just tell me
it's a joke, all right?

And I know this is a joke,
right, 'cause I'm not laughing.

Cynthia's dead!

She's in a deep sleep.
- Severe jetlag, maybe.

But Sabrina's great!

Sabrina looks dead.

She can act dead.

Look, we'll pack her on ice.

Look, does Claudio?

What Claudio knows or doesn't know

is no one's business.

We're offering $50,000 a day,

rather than the original deal of $20,000

when she was alive.

We'll double usages.

And that's a $500,000 package.

She's worth more dead?

Most artists are.

I mean, my pictures are
going to be worth a fortune

when I'm dead.

- Boom.

No, no no, no!
- Christ, it was great!

You stupid, stupid-
- Don't you dare say it.

How bloody difficult could?

He obviously made a mistake.

Well, no, he said it,

and for a minute, he must have meant it.

I mean, why did he even come
if that's his line of bull?

I'm going to bloody kill you.

(somber music)

If your mother approves,
you're going to be a star.

And I'll pay you like a '90s supermodel.

Like Claudia Schiffer, only less animated.

Very erotic, isn't it?

Very erotic.

(phone ringing)

Oh, come on, where are they?

Their daughter's dead and
they're off on holiday?

- Hello?

Hi, Mrs. Barris?

Yeah, um, Robert Baker. I was Cynth--

Am Cynthia's agent.

Yeah, uh, hi.

Um, ahem.

Are you sitting down?

Mrs. Barris,

we've lost a truly wonderful girl.

Cynthia. Your Cynthia.

She's dead.

No, absolutely, totally dead.

- And this is going to make me

the biggest modeling agent in history!

Dead models are going to be
so much easier to deal with.

I mean you have no idea, no idea, man,

how maddening these fucking chicks can be.

I mean, first of all, they
think their shit don't stink.

And then they discover

that beauty is a dime a dozen
in the big city, you know?

That only a certain few of them

have this right look at the right time.

Absolutely, I see.

Oh, where am I going? Ah,
that fucking contract.

Once they get that into their brain,

they're totally screwed up, man.

Some have even developed
these like twitches.

And then-- Then they get boyfriends.

And then it's over. Forget it.

I mean, they're always
like, "My boyfriend said--"

(groaning)

Man, just-- You know what? Forget it.

I'll come back to them another time.

They're a whole fucking different
chapter unto themselves.

But dead models-- He-he, hey, dead models:

no back-chat, no boyfriends.

Well, at least none that want to be known.

The only thing is going to
be getting them to auditions.

Am I ranting? I'm ranting, aren't I?

No, no, no, no, no.

You'll need a refrigerated truck.

Then they go through the flake stage.

Nothing is good enough.

And then they start
partying with rock stars.

And then once they're screwed
every which way to Sunday,

they show back up, all
wrinkled and twisted

and broke and say: "Get me work."

What if Cynthia's mother doesn't sign?

(suspenseful music)

This started off a piece of fluff junk.

Now it's just sick.

If we stay, our presence
will influence things.

They're going to exploit her.

That was always the plan.

So why don't we follow Sabrina?

"High fashion prostitution.
Full story at :!"

Passé.

I'm a documentarian.

If I were dropped into
the middle of a genocide,

I'd document it.

If I were washed ashore

on a beach full of hot naked nuns, I--

Oh, okay, yeah, that's
way too much information.

The point is, Hanna--

Yes, this was a fluff piece,
spacer for commercials,

but now it's something significant.

And it's our duty as
documentarians to document it.

So we get the parents being
traumatized by Robert,

we crucify Claudio in an interview,

because we're now the only ones

who can speak up for Cynthia.

Oh, God, she is screwed.

Okay, listen, the boys are
going to screw her anyway.

I find it hard enough
to get mainstream work,

because the industry is so open-minded.

I really need to stay on this.

Are we cool?

So he tells the parents.
They freak. They shoot him.

Take us hostage. The police lay siege.

Is this kind of the way
this is going to play out?

Because if it is, you know,
I need to ring the wife

and tell her I could be delayed.

Ow! What?

Hi, I got your message.

Did somebody pay? Oh, did I just?

No, no, no, no. It's-- Sorry.

It's great. Just act natural.

Look, just come here and sit down.

I need to talk to you.
It's really important.

Look, um...

Cynthia's dead.

That's really awful.

Cynthia who?

Cynthia, the new Claudio Vestigues girl.

Why?

That's a cosmic question
that I can't answer.

Well, I'm sorry, whoever she is.

But did you bring me here
to lecture me about drugs?

Because I really don't
need that right now.

I need work. No, no, no.

Look, I'm going to try to sub you for her

if the opportunity arises, all right?

So just get your butt down to Phillippe's.

Phillippe?

(sighing)

Phillippe is-- He's a creep.

Phillippe has the campaign.

Did Billy Dea kill that Cynthia girl?

Who?

Billy Dea, he's Phillippe's assistant.

I don't know. I wasn't there.

Nobody mentioned it.

Did Billy Dea kill Cynthia?

Cocksuckers.

Look, just make sure you
are good to go, okay?

I'm cool.

I'm a pro. I promise.

Yeah. Well, how many
cards have you got left?

Um, I just gave my last one away.

Yeah, well, I have 3 left.

So you have 3 submissions

before you need new cards, all right?

Yeah.

So, just go about your day
and get new cards printed.

Just answer your phone
if I call, all right?

Sometimes it takes you a
little while to get back to me.

Like days.

It's because my phone
doesn't give me messages.

It has something to do with this computer.

All right, I'll call in
another girl. You understand?

Okay, well, did anybody pay?

(groaning)

I'm sorry, but do I have any interviews?

I need work, real work.

You don't get it.

Cynthia is working.

Now what's the difference
between you and her?

Uh, her eyes are bluer?

No, she's dead! Oh.

All right? And you're alive.

Yesterday, she was alive and
she was worth 1,500 a day.

Today she's dead and now they're offering

to pay her 50 grand a day, plus usage.

So we're worth more dead?

Except you'll be dead.

- Susie!
- Yeah, I get it.

Now hopefully tomorrow you'll
have the campaign with Brooke.

Brooke and I had a flat together in Paris.

Tell her I said hey.

Well, I'm glad you decided
to tell me these things.

Do you have any more Claudio connections?

No.

Oh! Wait, wait!

Look, I realize this isn't your problem.

Come on, I'm begging you. I
don't even know this girl.

I know. I know.

I don't want to go to
some dead girl's house.

What, are you all right?

(radio stations skipping)

What about the models' long-term futures?

Why should I care about
their long-term futures?

I'm just their agent, man.

Shit, they'd leave me at the drop of a hat

if a cooler agent came along.

Right, Sabrina? Huh?

Oh, yeah, right.

So you don't forge bonds
with the models that endure?

Pshh! Listen, man, when
I first started out,

I was in this like little
rinky-dink agency, you know?

I had girls that were,
well, not top-shelf stuff.

But I'd drive around all day long

for like a 250-buck-a-day job.

And that's what, like 100 bucks to me?

Drive, asshole! Drive!
(horn blaring)

Jeez.

Anyway, when I would get a pretty one,

one that I could actually
send out on clients,

they'd always tell her to get a new agent!

Can you believe that shit?

Uh-huh, I guess I can.

Come on! Do I seem nervous?

Yeah, a little bit.

You're like a rabid fucking dog, man.

Do you mind?

(dog barking)

(Mrs. Barris sniffling)

(wind chime sounding)

(sighing)

First her daddy and now Cynthia,

my sweetheart.

Oh, God, why couldn't it
have been my other daughter?

Because she got her daddy's
looks not mine, poor baby.

I'm sorry that your husband died.

He didn't. He run off 10 years ago.

That bastard.

Yeah.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

But this job, is precedential.

What?

Well, it's never been done before.

Cynthia will be the first
model to ever to pose...

dead.

Most people who are photographed dead

are called victims, not models.

Thanks for that, Sabrina.

It'll make her immortal.

Huh?

I mean, that's all she ever
really wanted anyway, right?

It's fame.

Well, she wanted a good husband

and to have children.

Well, a rich husband and that's
after the fame and fortune

and screwing half of
Hollywood's leading young men.

I mean, let's face it.

You can only screw half of them.

Ahem, well, we can't really
do that for her anymore,

but we can get her the
fame and the fortune.

What I'm here for is to look after her.

I mean, I did it in life,

and I'm going to do it now.

Well, it would help

with the funeral arrangements, I guess.

It would. Yeah.

When the time comes.

Yeah, a big funeral.

Lots of flowers, mourners.

Lots of limos.

Everything, just beautiful.

The news media will be
lined up down the street.

And every one of them
wanting to talk to you.

You, Cynthia's mom,

the one that made it all happen.

And then after they've
trampled your garden

and raped your privacy,

there'd be the whole, you know,

"Did the media do the wrong
thing again," you know?

And then once again, there you'd be,

right in the middle of all of it.

I mean, you'd be bigger than Ron Goldman.

Oh!

Wait, was Ron Goldman
the father or the victim?

What are you talking about?

OJ!

I would be famous.

I would be a celebrity.

Oh, will I have to get a
garden for them to trample?

All I have now is this
little patch out back

for Mimi to poo on.

And my wind chimes.

Oh, oh, oh, should I move them?

That'd be good.

But, ahem, you know, in order
to make this all happen,

I am going to need your signature.

Well, I don't know.

I mean, mm, what do you people think?

They don't think. They're documentarians.

They document, unlike the news media.

- I can't believe she said yes.

Oh, what is this world coming to?

What have I done? I'll tell you.

I made 100 grand

and became the most famous
modeling agent in town,

that's what.

You watch: all those super girls

are going to start coming to me now.

What if someone asks Cynthia to do porn?

What?

Why would they do that?

That's fucking sick.

It's a sick world.

Well, I suppose if the offer
came in, I'd pass it on.

To who? She's dead?

You just got the power
to decide, so decide.

She has a shelf life.

So there's no line for you then?

I didn't say that.

Sabrina, you'd want me to pass
along or consider any offer

that comes in for you, right?

Oh, by the way, thanks for the
"victims, not models" line.

That's fucking great.

Stupid.

You know, Susie,

to have intervened would have gone

against everything we stand for.

- We stand for something?

No, I mean seriously, we document.

We stand for nothing.

You cannot be an artist and just document.

And if we stand for nothing,

then, mm-hm, what is the
problem that I'm having then?

Women's issues. Who the fuck knows?

Fuck you.
(doors slamming)

Maybe you want to stand for something.

I do. This sucks.

I quit. I quit!
- Hanna.

Just let me out.
- Okay, calm down.

Let me out! Stop the car! Jesus!

Stop the car! Let me out!

Okay, I am. Jesus!

God.
(sobbing)

Hanna? Hanna?

- Hanna, stop! Stop, you duplicitous slut!

(door slamming)

Who the hell do you think you are?

You don't walk out on me!

Yes, I do.

You'll never work in
this town again, bitch.

I don't live in this town, fuckwit.

(dog barking)

Well, turn the bloody camera off, Eric.

PC answer?

Yeah, men are ultimately to blame.

I mean, boys are evil

because girls do stupid things
to get boys to like them.

You know, it's just all part

of the whining society we're in, you know?

Girls feel hardly done by,
so it's the boys' fault.

You know? But it's not fashion's fault.

It's not the ad peoples' fault.

I mean, I do a lot of things

to get girls to pay attention to me.

I mean, I shower. I shave.

But you don't see me rushing
out to get plastic surgery

to make myself look like
the guys in the magazines.

I mean, no penis enlargements for me.

Not that I need it.

Yeah. What?

Ah, I'm not really impressed.

Can you turn to the side a little?

And the last point--

And this is very important.

It's not my fault.

It's somebody else's fault.

- Oh, she totally blew it.

This was supposed to be her mega day.

And she was just very naive.

Well, I guess too much too soon.

No, wait. Actually, she
was like what, uh, 18? 18?

Okay. So I guess too much too late.

Think of how many other
models she inspired.

And how many amazing artists

can create something out of that.

(sighing) I think it's good for us.

This--

Never been done before.

But, I think we're going to
take it to the next level.

I mean, I never thought the
parents would go for it.

I thought the whole
campaign would go away.

It was a lot of money.

I mean, there is something
innately interesting

in the concept.

"Youth dead before it
blooms" kind of a thing.

Using a real corpse is a little direct.

Good.

But he's a genius at what he does.

Maybe he's right, you know?

Maybe he'll change his mind.

Yes!

I mean, it might just work.

Oh, of course it would work.

That's not the question.

The question is, should we have done it?

I mean, Claudio was paying
a whole lot of money,

and the publicity was going
to make Phillippe's career.

But looking back on it now--

It's not about the money or the fame.

It's about the work.

This might become one of those things

that transcends advertising
and becomes art.

Look, it was going to be controversial

and sensational, nothing more.

Are you suggesting, Phillippe,

that artists should censor themselves?

No, an artist shouldn't
censor his own ideas.

He just approach the execution of them

with some kind of sophistication.

You know, I'm not some lowly painter

struggling away in a loft somewhere,

waiting for the day I get discovered.

When I shoot for a client,
I'm an artist, yes.

But I'm also a hired gun,

and millions of people will see the image.

Art is a holy war, well worth dying for.

Advertising is just sex, you know?

And it can be enjoyed in many,
many, many different ways.

But it's not worth dying for.

Cynthia died for it.

Well, then hers is a meaningless death

unless Claudio turns it into art.

The trick is to give Claudio the idea

that Claudio got the idea.

- Great, great, great. Like that.

(camera clicking)
Good. Fantastic. Just--

(footsteps approaching)

Okay, so we're wrapped for today.

We're going to need her back
here at 7 a.m. tomorrow.

Okay?

(car door slamming)

Boyfriends ruin more modeling careers

than drugs or eating
disorders put together.

Why do think that is?

Well, you know,

it takes a real cock-sure
arrogant used-car salesman,

you know, God's-gift-to-women type

to even approach them, you know?

(sighing)

God.

(gasping)

(dog barking)

Oh, this is so wrong.

- So these boyfriends are a problem?

She's a trophy.

Yeah, his penis on display.

You know, a 5'10" walking,
talking ad for his maleness.

The other day, this 17-year-old
girl came into the office--

Beautiful, wonderful.

She had her 19-year-old grunge
asshole zit-faced boyfriend,

who's like, "I'm her manager."

Oh, man, she was just sitting
there, all demure, you know?

Oh, damn it, keys are in my pocket.

Damn it.

Lights!

- Oh, yeah, go for it, baby!

Screw you, Eric. Come on, give it to her!

Get the fuck off her, you son-of-a-bitch!

Come back here, Susie!

Shut up and document, the two of you!

(grunting)

I-- I don't suppose any of you guys

would go get me some
ice to put on her, huh?

One time? Yeah, I know.
You can't interfere.

- Yeah, you're going to need a lot of ice.

Oh, God, this would be so much easier

in a New York winter.

I could just leave her out.

Does anyone need to use the bathroom

before I put her in the tub?

I mean, I'll cover her up but still.

Yeah, I'll jump on that.

We're rolling. We are rolling, aren't we?

- Of course we're rolling.

Rolling on what? Getting some ice?

You know, Peter is a nice kid.

And one day he could make
a reasonable documentarian.

But without us there,

heh, couldn't find his ass

with a flashlight.

Hey.

So, um, I figured you would want

something simple for her.

Oh, yeah, thanks. Thanks.

Is this all you got?

What else do you want?

Well, she needs panties.

I don't have any here.
What am I supposed to do?

(gentle music)

Ahem.

Ah, thanks. You're a gem.

Hey, let me get you a glass

and an opener for this, all right?

♪ Is that love is that love ♪

Director, hello.

Hi, Sabrina.

Pete, remember?

Oh, Pete.

You know, I'll...

get her clothes tomorrow
for you if you want.

Oh, you know, I don't really
want to be wearing a dress

that a corpse has been in, thank you.

Oh, yeah. No problem.

Look, I'll replace it.
Oh, no, no, no, wait.

She'll be famous and I'll
sell it on the Internet.

- Sabrina.

I've been thinking about this dead fad.

And if I want to capitalize on it,

I better act fast, right?

I'm always too late on the fads.

My boyfriend says an
injection would be best,

but I so hate needles.

And that would be terrible for me.

So I think I should cut my ankle veins.

It's like the wrists, only less obvious.

And if I'm hung up, you know,
all the blood will drain,

and I won't get any pooling.

Pooling?

Blood flows to the lowest point,

like any fluid if the
heart isn't pumping it.

Like really bad bruising.

Oh, shit.

I've got to turn her.

- One, two, three.

(grunting)

(panting)

Phew. It's like having
a roast in the oven.

Cynthia was so young.

I just feel really bad for her.

Look, Cynthia wasn't cut out for this.

You know, what saves them
is they don't get so close.

Most of us just breeze through.

The sad thing is

she didn't even have to do
anything with Phillippe.

When I did him, I was desperate.

And you know, he tortured
me for a weekend,

but then he got me the job so--

She was already Claudio's
girl, contract signed.

What did Phillippe do to her?

You'll have to be beside me

listening to my nightmares
one night to find out.

Anyone can lie there like they're dead.

I've done it lots of times
and not just for photos.

You know, I know I'm old,

but right now I feel really passé.

Honey, you know I love
you, but you may be passé.

Sorry.

You know, I really want the job.

And if you could have them

to switch to a model that can breathe,

it'd be like my big finale.

I'm doing the best I can, all right?

Just be ready if they call.

I will be.

I really need it.

I'd do anything for it.

And you can tell them that.

I've got to turn her.

Anything.

Give me that?
- What?

The camera, give it to me.
- Why?

Because it's late, I'm
armed with bags of ice

and I'm going to brain you if you don't.

Come on, give it.

Is this thing rolling?

- Yeah.

Oh, right, what are you
filming, man, huh? Come on.

The exact same thing as you are.

Nothing, zip, nada.

Grab some ice.

One day you go out and
discover I'm in hell.

You don't know what to focus
on so you try everything.

Like the ice.

You know, Peter didn't even go out.

(somber music)

With dead models getting
more than living models,

it's almost like we're being
recognized as artists, right?

(sighing)

Did you have to use my bed?

Like it was clean anyways. So what?

I'm sorry if it wasn't cool.

And thanks for the shirt.

You know, has that director
guy reviewed me yet?

I really hope I'm a
better model than a whore.

Why do you think Phillippe is a creep?

Why haven't you laid me?

I'm too inhibited.

I have worked for Claudio. (splashing)

What was that?

I said I've--

I want one last big job to go out on top.

And I may just have to die for it.

What was that?

I've never congratulated you
on having a Claudio girl.

So congratulations. You're big-time now.

Was.

Well, am.

Are.

I don't know. You are.

Are you going to drop me?

Ugh, you know, people think
that this is really funny,

but if there was a dick
fin tied to the roof,

yeah, there would be trouble then.

Susie, the sex of the corpse
has nothing to do with it.

Hell, I'd tie a man to the roof.

But what would be the need?

- Strapping Cynthia to the roof
didn't help her complexion.

(grunting)

Hold on. No, no. I hate that dress.

Oh, I know. It's just a little
something I could spare.

But now she looks kind of
like, you know, more dead.

I mean-- Do you think we should cancel?

We'd have to pay her.

What do you mean, pay her? She's dead.

You knew that.

Yes, we knew it but we
really didn't understand.

Because, you know, today
she looks more dead.

Yesterday she looked much better.

Like in a deep, peaceful sleep.

Exactly. Now she looks really dead.

And it's different from
what we wanted to use.

Well, the hair looks nice.

"Oh, thank you. Yes, the
hair looks fabulous."

What about the eyes?

Look at the eyes. The eyes look dead!

You know, I don't know how to say it,

but there should more, kind of--

What? What do you say?

Like more, you know-- Life.

Life. Life, of course.

Look, Mr. Vestigues, Phillippe,

I really want to help you guys out here.

If you pay Cynthia and
use another one of my m--

My models, then I'll--

No, no, no, I don't want
to use somebody else.

I mean, I like the fact she's dead,

but she should be "sexy" dead!

You know, my clothes are sexy.

Sexy! Sexy!

- Sabrina always checked

her boyfriend hadn't
OD'ed during the night.

Today was her big day.

She would either replace Cynthia

and catapult to the top

or catch the dead fad early.

It all depended on how well
Cynthia performed dead.

It would be a long wait.

- Phillippe? Phillippe? Phillippe?

Yeah?

Uh, um, any?

Any problems?

No. No, no, no. No problems, Claudio.

Just you know, as long as
you're sure of this, we're good.

Yes, yes.

I mean, you're not experiencing

any quivering of the sphincter are you?

No. I mean, but, you know,
now that you mention it,

I mean, the shit will fly when this hits.

Yes.
- Sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt,
but-- Am I in, Eric?

- Yes, you're in.

I just needed to say how
thrilling it is for me

to be present here on this
revolutionary day in fashion.

You, Mr. Vestigues, are
going to change everything.

I am? Yes, I am!

Aren't we, Phillippe?

Yeah.

If Claudio backed down, that was it.

Peter had nothing.

So he broke his own rules.

He suddenly embraced

the post-modern film
theory of involvement.

He sold out.

(chuckling)

I could feel this would be the footage

I would be remembered by.

Yeah, Peter crossed the
line, but for a greater good.

He moved it.

Sometimes you have to nudge people

into doing what they
were going to do anyway

so you get it on film.

I didn't manipulate anyone.

I just cut short the "standing around,

talking about it" bit, which
we would have cut out anyway.

That's great. Fantastic.

Okay, Billy Dea, I need more arch, please.

Billy Dea, come on.

Check it, girls. Check it. Check it.

Arch her up.

Right there, just like that.

Nice. More. Yes.

More, please. One more.

Whoa, right there. Good.

All right, clear out. Clear out.

Clear frame. Get out of there.

She looks great. Come on, let's go.

You too! Move!

Nice. Nice.

Hey, can we turn off this music?

No, we can't turn off this music!

It helps the model get into what she's--

Turn off the music, Billy Dea, please.

Claudio?
- Yes?

What kind of music?

What kind of music do you like?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand.

How about some Tchaikovsky?

They put the girls in
a kind of mellow mood,

like a Romeo and Juliet.

But what if she were smoking?

Is? Is that a message?

Well, he gets cash from the tobacco lobby

every time he has a model smoke.

A vicious rumor.

Smoking kills. Hey, maybe
she died of smoking?

It wasn't old age.

Maybe she had a sudden
thought and died of shock.

She needs an iPod.

No!

The older generation has--

Has let her down.

They've destroyed the planet,

the ozone layer, and this
sexy girl, dead in her prime,

because society screwed her.

That's better than she starved to death

waiting for her dinner date to show.

Oh, why doesn't someone
kick her up the ass?

Claudio, she's really very, very creative.

You just got to give her a little--

Yes, I'm creative.

But I'm easy to get on with.

Now, why don't we give her an iPod?

No, no-- No, let's stick
to the suicide campaign.

Much better.

Break. Snort it if you got it.

If you don't, talk to Billy Dea.

Yes, suicide is very
fashionable at the moment,

particularly in South London.

Let's talk--

(lighthearted music)

What are we doing this for?

It's a message. It's a statement.

A statement for the young, sexy
people who wear my clothes.

A warning.

I shall be using my
influence to help the young.

Won't that be very controversial?

Controversial, of course
it's controversial.

Everything I do is controversial.

That's the name of the
game, being controversial.

But it would be bigger

than those sordid porno
kiddie ads Calvin did.

Everybody will be talking about it.

The ad will be on television,

on the radio, on the
tabloids, on the magazines.

Of course the politicians will hate it.

They always hate
everything except killing.

The Church will scream.

But everybody will be
making money out of it,

and my message will be out.

Which is?

My message.

Welcome, Brooke.

Welcome to where it all takes place.

- Brooke was the world's

most highly paid non-Brazilian model.

Darling! Ravishing as usual.

You look ravishing,
sweetheart. Oh, I missed you.

Brooke had no idea what was happening.

To be fair, Brooke may have
been jetlagged herself.

What a long flight.

You have no idea.

Yep.

Oh, Phillippe, you do have such bad luck.

That is a much better view. Mwah!

So tell me what is that
other girl's problem?

Rigor mortis.

Oh, well, I hope she
loosens up a little bit.

You know, still, I remember the first time

I worked with a big model.

I was scared to death.

"Death" is definitely
the operative word here.

Yeah, but, you know, she was
a real bitch to me out there.

I am going to kill her with kindness.

That's what I'm going to do.

She'll relax. You'll see.

Brooke, she won't.

She can't.

Why?

Sweetie, she's dead.

(chuckling)

What do you mean, dead?

"Dead" dead?

Like Jim Morrison dead?

Dead like the cemetery.

Dead.

Ah, heh.

Excuse me.

Caribbean again?

Bhutan, some place original.

St. Barts is romantic.

It's '80s. It's over.

Jan called about your suit. It's ready.

Do you want it delivered here? Here.

Billy Dea, don't!

Brooke! We can't afford to lose her.

I didn't do anything.

Phillippe, that's Brooke.

(Brooke screaming)

Works every time.

The vision, the image of "don't despair."

And you, you, you, Brooke, you are the--

The symbol of beauty and youth.

So she's dead?

Yeah.

- Well, she has to be.

It's the expression of the times
that youth is being wasted.

I am young. Absolutely.

You are the exception; the role model.

We start with her, sad and depressed.

And you come in like the
heroine of the movie.

Oh, Phillippe will continue.

Um, it's hope, you know? The
future of what youth can be:

Beauty, poise, grace.

We do a whole campaign with you

and show how those traits triumph

over the darker, evil sides.

And it's all because of my clothes.

But a corpse?

I mean, a real one?

It's very inclusive.

It's about ending racism.

It's allowing gay rights.

We are extending the umbrella of society.

Yes, yes, and we will pay
you double your normal fee.

Double? Yes, double.

Well, that would be a record.

What do you guys think?

Um, I don't know.

Susie, what do you think?

Should, Brooke let everybody down?

Blow this whole thing off?
We all go home unemployed?

"Motherfucker" comes to mind!

Yeah, he's a motherfucker!

Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!

Yeah, days of the passive
documentarian are gone!

You have to-- You have to make it happen!

Or it ain't sexy otherwise!

It ain't Michael Moore!

Yeah, fuck him!

I guess not.

- Yes. Nice.

Tell me this is something
good we're doing here.

Someone?

Now, Brooke, you know we're
breaking down the barriers.

We're giving hope to the
little children's lost souls.

Yeah, but isn't this a little
suggestive for children?

No, no. No, not at all suggestive.

It has, um, what you might
call, um, an innocent sexuality.

Yeah, but I feel like
I'm coming on to her.

I'm not comfortable with that.

Brooke, she's dead.

You can come on her and in her,

but you can't come on to her.

That's why it's not suggestive.

She's dead, therefore
asexual but in a very--

Very modern, very sexy,
kind of femme kind of way.

Brilliant.

Billy Dea, touch her there.

(gasping)

(chuckling)

Just for you, Phillippe.

I mean, this is so strange.

Oh, I'm going to have
nightmares about this.

If I have nightmares about this,

I'm never going to shoot with you again.

Just kidding!

That was a joke. Got you.

Yes, yes. Yes, you did.

Um, Tina, I going to
need some new PJs please.

- Oh.

Oh, how bold you are, Phillippe.

I am the hot girl he
meets in the bar, right?

- Right, I just thought you might want

to read the young-mom role.

The mom role?

Sure, I can be Mom.

A very young mom.

Sure.

Mom.

- Sabrina had suffered the cruelest blow

of a model's life: young mom.

She clutched for one last chance,

death without disfigurement.

(Sabrina murmuring)

(Siren wailing)

It's so--

What do you think?

Hm.

Well, it's a challenge.

Not the stuffing; just keeping
her semi-rigid and balanced.

Can we insert a support?

What do you mean? Pah!

Well, no, no, no, no.

No poles up her, no way.

No, no, no, balancing her
is going to have to be

the client's problem.

We'll have to put that in the contract.

What about her eyes working?

And the mouth, should that be operational?

Well, she can't say anything.

It's an added attraction for some.

Yeah, sure. Yeah, that'd
be great. Whatever.

Better than when she was alive.

Now, any other functionality
you would like?

- I do clothes, so model or no model,

model or mannequin, it's
all the same, right?

I get paid to my job.

And the increased remuneration,
it's now fair, right?

So it's about the money for you?

No, I wouldn't say that.

It's a big deal for me
to style Claudio's line

and to work with Phillippe.

Um, it's a big career move for me.

It's kind of weird but it's a good job.

(lighthearted music)

I don't know how much
more I can take of Brooke

since I can't go home to my wife.

Yeah, I'm sure his wife is
going to be very disappointed

that she can't relieve him this evening.

I've seen you checking out her boobs.

You want to get in her pants.

Oh, okay, but there's a difference.

See, he sees boobs as objects,

while I see them as a beautiful
part of the total woman.

What are? Your boobs.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, what a nice spread.

- Oh, yeah.

It's so funny.

I only really feel safe on set.

Really? Safe from what?

Insane men.

I mean, fans who have flipped:

Nut jobs that want to be on TV.

What about at home?

Huh?

Home.
- Oh, yeah.

I once had a mailman come on my mail.

I have these people.

They try to photograph me
with these telephoto lenses

through the little crack in my blinds.

When I have sex,

I'm so paranoid that
the guy's recording it.

Every morning I wake up
just expecting to find

some sex video the he's leaked out.

(whispering) That's why she
should roll with the dykes.

Still, the money's good.

Hm, I do wonder what Cynthia is thinking.

♪ Give unto me ♪

Bye.

♪ Love, leave, impress ♪

♪ Do unto me ♪

♪ Empty ♪

I don't mean to be a bitch,

but she could stand to lose some weight.

Oh, my gosh. She's just like bloating up!

Like a sheep on my uncle's farm.

And what is the point?

The dead sheep bloated

as the air in their stomachs expanded.

Oh, you think she's a sheep?

There's air in her stomach.

So how do we extract the air?

We used to shoot the sheep.

They'd kind of explode.

Very sticky.

- She just needs one of those tap things.

You know, like a valve or something.

Taxidermy man, he could install one--

Don't say it! Don't!

I don't know anyone better for the job.

I mean, Billy Dea's perfect
to squeeze a corpse.

He's a guy.

So he should be good at squeezing women.

What if she doesn't
want him squeezing her?

But she's dead! Dead! Dead!

Yeah, but that doesn't mean
that she wants some man--

Excuse me, can we talk?

It's more Fiona's job, but
I think Stella should do it.

Well, she won't.

Well, what does the bitch want to do?

Brad Pitt, last I heard.

Well, at least we have
something in common.

I think Fiona could be bi.

So? Phillippe, who is this woman?

If Fiona is bi,

then the model could claim
the same sexual intent

as if a guy squeezed
her. Sexual harassment.

No, no, no, no. No way!

Fiona is wardrobe!

You squeeze her!

Me? I'm wardrobe, not personal training.

Stella, it would be better if you did it.

Why? Why? It's just--

How much? How much for you to squeeze her?

You squeeze models all the time!

Yes, and they squeeze me back.

Just pretend.

Stella, just, please, think
about it for a second.

Will you please? Come
on. No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, Stella. A favor?

Come on!

A thousand.

What? A thousand?

Okay, you squeeze her then.

Well, I'll do it for 950.

Okay, 950!

Nine! Eight.

Seven! Five.

Six! Gotcha, I already said five.

450! Going once, twice! Done!

I won? Yes! I won! Whoa!

What did I win?

What?

(sniffing)

So you're confident you can pull this off?

(chuckling) I'm a farm girl.

This is a piece of cake.

You're going to want to stand back though.

Everybody, stand back.

I need some room.

You're going to want to turn around too,

'cause this ain't going to be pretty.

(flatulence sounding)

(gas hissing)

(coughing)

What have you done, you?

You stupid useless bitch?

Let's get out of here!

(all coughing)

Was she in the sequin underwear?

- Are you kidding?

Arg!

It's okay.

Go see!

Me? I didn't squeeze her!

Just do it!

Looks okay.

How do you know?

I mean, you haven't
really, you know, looked.

(coughing)

It'll be okay.

It'll be okay. The sequins are washable.

"Oh, the sequins are washable.

"The sequins are washable.

"The sequins are washable.

The sequins are washable!" God damn it!

We'll shoot around it.

The sequins are washable!

Like some cotton panties
from the Five-N-Dime?

Claudio, this is revolutionary stuff.

There's bound to be some hitches.

Oh, hitches, hitches, hitches!

It's all that bloody agent's fault!

That useless agent!

He sent me a bad corpse!

You know, I imagined the ending
with Sir Laurence Olivier

diving into the grave of Ophelia,

and taking her in his arms!

And she's still so beautiful, beautiful!

(sobbing)

Oh, Claudio, it's okay.

We can fix anything digitally now.

Oh, come. Okay.

I don't want to do it anymore.

Working with a dead model stinks.

I mean, she doesn't really
give you much, right?

Well, gas.

I mean, I'm not blaming her.

I know she's dead and everything.

Very dead. Yeah.

That's what Claudio thinks but I--

But I just don't know how
to be sexual with a corpse.

Ask Billy Dea.

Billy Dea? Yeah, I don't think so.

Yeah, that's necrophilia?

Yeah, you know, I heard
their album is really good.

Is there more champagne?

(lighthearted music)

- Unfortunately there is
little salvageable footage

of Brooke working with Cynthia.

But it wasn't all smooth sailing.

Get it off of me!

That's it. This is obscene.

Brooke, it's cool.

Just take a breath.

Take a breath.

Careful with the dress.

Get it off of me. Get it
off of me. Get it off.

(huffing) Careful with the dress.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

- Brooke, you can't leave now!

This is the most important part.

Oh, Brooke. Brooke, you
stupid two-bit ugly slut!

That's all you are.

Mindless, mindless! Another
mindless tart model.

Do you know she screwed half
of Paris and all of Milan

just to get started?

That idiot, what is she?

Just a simple fucking model idiot!

No cameras!

- Despite Claudio's obvious charm,

Brooke didn't come back.

- Robert doesn't have anyone else.

- I know, but we have no choice.

We can't call the agents and let this out.

Besides, the real models are
in Paris and New York anyway.

Okay, well, which one? Because
I can't begin to choose.

It doesn't matter.

Whoever we use will
become the face of beauty.

It's that random, that simple.

People will go, "How beautiful."

Or, "How brave he is for
using that dog." Humph.

Her?

Yeah, let's do it. Let's do
it. Let's do it. Let's go.

Let's go. Make the call, Robert.

(phone ringing)

- Sabrina had forgotten her phone

during the rush to the hospital.

Sabrina's early suicide
efforts had failed,

but her boyfriend was determined

and knew the key to
success is not giving up.

(groaning)

(door opening, then shutting)

- Sabrina.

When I was fucking her,

she thought it was about getting me off.

It's about not getting off.

You get off and, poof, it's over.

It's about the agony of the trial.

Success isn't about being good.

It's about selling the crap you've got.

Art is crap that sells.

- Sabrina's okay.

She's just messed up.

Why are they all messed up?

She must be getting old by
now. Twenty-eight? Thirty?

Sabrina, where have you been?

Hi, I'm Tina. Hi. I'm Sabrina.

I'm thrilled to be here.

I am not the chatty type to
go through makeup, you know,

and slow things down by
talking the whole time.

Quick as you can, please.
I am not like at all.

I am-- I'll be one second.

Hey.

(sighing)

I was running.

I just wanted to say thank you.

And I think you believe in
me more than I believe in me.

I'm not going to let you down today.

They have signed, right?

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(lighthearted music)

(ominous music)

(screaming)

No, no.

I can't believe it. It's an apparition.

Look, I am so sorry that
I tripped on your dress

and tore it in the fashion show.

Yes, it was a Sabrina thing.

You know, Paris a long time ago,

the first show.

I could have, you know,
joyfully throttled her!

But, you know, the hem was wrong.

I had nightmares for years

wondering if the fashion editors

would have criticized me for shoddy work.

Me, shoddy work! I'm a perfectionist!

Every single stitch I slave over,

like a Michelangelo or
a Leonardo da Vinci.

Anyway the audience liked her and she--

She strolled on with the next dress

And you know what they did? They cheered.

Yes, they cheered her, as
if she had created the show.

She stole the show from me.

From me, my show!

(chuckling)

It was ridiculous.

But I did my best.

And I still have nightmares about it.

Oh, I'm so glad.

So do I.

Well, if it isn't Little Miss

"Oh, it's too big. It's too big.

Please use your own. I'll
make you come" Tabitha.

Sabrina.

Sabrina?

Well, Sabrina, you have
aged a million years.

Why don't we take a minute

to put a little life into
that dried up, sloppy--

You can't be both.

You know what this is?

This is me playing photographer.

(groaning)
(camera clicking)

God!

Billy Dea!

- Kill her. No, Billy Dea.

No, no, no, no.

Now, save it for later. Save it for later.

Zero convictions.

Robert didn't mention any-
- It's all right.

You did adequately.

Besides, I have a different
idea for the campaign. Yes.

(dramatic music)

- Despite our problems in the recent past,

I am still with Claudio.

And he and I are working

on a brilliant idea for the company.

It was my vision, but
he absolutely loved it.

And he is also giving me a chance

to launch my new line this year.

My designs on the catwalks
of Milan, Paris and New York.

I've been waiting for this all my life.

And I also get to pick
the new face of beauty.

So is promised.

If I never touch another
video camera, it's okay.

That shot of Cynthia falling?

That's my defining image.

When I got back to New York,

I felt like I had helped rape Cynthia.

You know, I'd like to think

that it could only happen in Lalaland.

But that ain't real.

When everything else is taken away,

I mean like, you know, the money, the job,

the glamor, the success...

When all that's gone,

I mean, what about Cynthia?

I mean, did anybody actually
ever give a damn about her?

I mean, apart from myself?

This is new territory for all of us.

But they would be very, very tasteful.

And obviously, I would
be very, very grateful.

(dramatic music)

♪ In the gloomiest morning ♪

♪ A beggar wasted ♪

♪ Give unto me ♪

♪ Love, leave, impress ♪

♪ Give unto me ♪

♪ Oh ♪

- The campaign was quickly pulled

from newsstands and billboards.

But it was so frequently reprinted

to illustrate how vile it was,

it became the most recognizable
campaign in history.

The fad was on.

Whatever Claudio's
message was, it got out.

Claudio was crucified, then celebrated,

then vilified.

And then it was business as usual.

(Brooke screaming)

Billy Dea became famous

after he assisted in Brooke's suicide.

Is it too late to change my mind?

For which he got a suspended sentence.

Brooke's first dead job
commanded a record fee.

It was negotiated for her by Robert.

She rarely does that.

Yeah. No, really, she's very reliable.

I mean, even more so
than when she was alive.

That's great. I need a drink.

Wait, it's 8a.m., Helmut.

Wonderful. Perfect.

Claudio doesn't use these girls does he?

Well, Brooke, before she--

- Robert had become the world's top agent

virtually overnight.

But then he disappeared.

This portrait became the
most famous of them all.

The men never get naked.

- And as for Sabrina?

Well, she went on to--

We're home. How's it going?

I just finished.

Yeah?

- I always knew I'd cause a sensation.

I always knew I had the look.

(rock music)

So we're back with the book,

Cynthia and Us:

The Real Cynthia as Her Friends Knew Her.

So, girls, first welcome.

Thank you. Thank you.

How do you feel about Cynthia's campaign?

Oh, we were thrilled when
we first heard she got it.

Well, a little surprised as well,

but, you know, really pleased for her.

Yeah. Well, why surprised?

Oh, well, she wasn't really that hot.

Beautiful inside.

Okay.

How long did you both know her?

Two months.
- Two weeks.

But we really clicked, you
know, right off the bat.

Oh, yeah, the book tells you
how much we really licked.

Do you know how much it cost
to refrigerate her room?

A fortune.

The electricity bill just climbing higher

and higher every month.

And when her star faded,
as it always will,

how in the hell was I
supposed to cover that?

(prison door clanging)

These were good clean men with good cars.

Oh, my God, you could just smell the cash.

They're the kind of men
that she should have been

sleeping with when she was alive,

not those rat bastards she did hump.

Have a nice day.

(prison door clanging)