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(camera clicks)

Light Meter Assistant:
Okay. All set.

Photographer:
Gimme one of those
laughs again, Joss.

- (laughing)
- That's great, yeah.

Gimme some innocence now.

That's great.
Right down the barrel.

And some doe-eye looks.

(camera clicking)

Beautiful.

Now mischievous.

Play with the camera.

Okay. Pure sex now.

(light gasp)

That's good.

- Gimme vulnerable.
- (camera clicks)

Beautiful.

And now emotional.

- (shaky breaths)
- (camera clicking)

That's beautiful.

(camera clicking)

♪ ♪

(intense classical
music playing)

♪ ♪

I'm stepping in.

- Photographer:
Can we also get hair?
- Okay.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

Crewmember:
Can we get a water?

(chatter continues)

Hairstylist:
Okay... All right, let's see.

Leia: Joss.

Time to get up, Joss.

Coffee's on the table.

Thank you.

(light music playing)

♪ ♪

(ambient nature sounds)

Xander:
But what is the image saying?

Nikki: That she's young,
beautiful, and damaged.

Sh-- Eh, not damaged.
She had problems that
she overcame beautifully.

- O-Okay. Uh, the robe,
the hospital wristband.
- Mm-hmm.

I mean,
are-are we romanticizing
mental illness?

Absolutely.

And you're
fine with that?
That's cool?

(laughs)
You people are
so out of touch.

- Oh, here we go.
- You people?

You college-educated
internet people.

Okay, yeah.
You're, you're criticizing me
for going to college.

Oh, will you let people
enjoy sex, drugs,
and hot girls, okay?

Stop trying
to cock-block
America.

No, Nikki, I'm not
some sort of prude.

I just don't
think that with

everything that she
has been through,

she should be
wearing a hospital wristband.

Mental illness is sexy.

- No, it's not.
- Yeah.

If, if you live
in Sioux City, Iowa,

you are never
gonna meet a girl
like Jocelyn.

She's not walking
down the street,

she didn't go
to your high school,

she doesn't work
at the bar or the diner,

and she did not marry
your best friend.

And if, on the off chance,
she did,

she is still never,
ever gonna fuck you.

Unless, she has some very,
very serious mental problems.

And that right there

is why mental illness

is sexy.

Photographer: Great.
Keep lookin', right here.

(chuckles) I--
It's a pretty
good point.

- Oh, beautiful.
- ("Criminal" by
Fiona Apple playing)

Yeah.
Extend yourself. Yeah.

Oh, playful.
I like it.

- I'm sorry. Um--
- Could I just get one second?

No, a-actually,
this can't wait.
Can you--

So sorry, Jocelyn.
Be right back.

Chaim: I mean,
she's doin' great,
you gotta admit.

- Gorgeous.
- I mean, not since
Brigitte Bardot.

- (Nikki chuckles)
- Huh?

A little...
Sharon Tate.

Oh, God forbid.

According to the nudity rider,

we only can show
the side boob,

the under boob,
and the side flank.

I didn't ask.
She did it.

- Is there a problem?
- I'll let you handle this one.

Daniel:
Her areola is clearly visible.

- Yeah, it looks great.
- Be that as it may,

we can't actually do this.

- We can't do what?
- Daniel: Show her breasts.

- Yeah?
- Daniel: The nudity rider's
already been negotiated

with the label
and her people
and--

- How are you?
- Hi... What are
we talking about?

- Your tits.
- Daniel: Your nudity rider.

- It's very strict.
- It is my body.

Yes.
Yes, it is

and no one is arguing that.

If you want
to show your body,
which would be great,

we have to change
the nudity rider.

Okay, so let's
fucking change
the nudity rider.

Well, it, uh, it takes
at least 48 hours.

Okay,
so I'm not allowed
to show my body?

Not in the general,
like, human rights
structure of it all.

Chaim, you need
to get off the phone.
There's an emergency.

- What, what?
- It's an emergency.
I need you over here.

You, you realize
how fucking annoying

and, uh, insane that sounds?

It's actually
very progressive.

It's to make sure
she doesn't feel pressured.

Right.
I don't feel pressured.

- Fully respect that.
- This is her album cover.

It's also my boob
and my house.

Fully respect
body autonomy.

Juan, I gotta go. All right.
I'll talk to you later.

Chaim?

Chaim?

- What? What?
- I gotta show you somethin'.

- Here.
- What is that?

- This photo just leaked.
- Eleven minutes ago.

- Yeah, but what, what is it?
- Destiny: Chaimy, it's cum.

- What?
- Destiny: On her face.

- What?
- (slowly) Someone came

on her face
and then took a photo.

You wanna
get in closer?

Ugh, uck! Oh my--

- Who did that?
- I-I don't know,
I don't know.

That was a selfie?
She took a picture--

- That was--
- Yeah, you could
tell by the angle.

I mean, it's, it's, kind of,

it's like a--

Destiny:
She was on her fucking knees.

- She wasn't standing.
- Leia: Yeah, well,

and she was on the ground.

Chaim:
Why would she do it
to herself? What?

- Uh, why would--
- Destiny: He probably
was fine as shit,

had a big-ass dick,
and she felt good.

Are you kid--
She fuckin' famous!
She can't do that.

- She can't fuckin'
take a selfie--
- I will find out who it is.

- I promise.
- Where... and when?

- Chaim:
You know who did this.
- I don't know.

- You live here.
- Chaim: You fucking know.

- Leia: I know!
- Oh, you do too. Who the fu--

Or I know who goes
into the room,

but I don't know who--

which of them...
came on her face.

When I find who did this,
I'm gonna put a fuckin'

bullet in his head.
You understand this?

And that's gon' be
on your head.

But I'm also trying
to be a good friend.

- And now--
- Destiny: You're not
a fuckin' friend.

- You work for her.
- Don't you fucking

- lie to me.
- Leia: I'm not!

- Mm-mm.
- It's only been 11 minutes.

If you gave me 10 more--

Well, how many fucking
people could it be?

- Well, just based
on the period of the--
- Destiny: Shut up,

- shut up, shut up, shut up.
- What's going on?

- Leia:
We're just ordering lunch.
- Hey.

- Destiny: How you doin'?
- Nothing. We just dealin'

with a lotta
bullshit over here.

Chaim,
this intimacy coordinator.

Chaim:
Okay, okay, okay, okay.

All right.
What are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?

- What are we gonna do here?
- Destiny: Chaim,

take Jocelyn's phone

and hide it from her.

- Gimme her phone.
- I mean--

She hasn't seen
that shit, has she?

- No.
- Make sure she doesn't.

Jocelyn is in a actually
quite vulnerable position

- for all the power
and privilege that she has.
- Xander: Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah, she looks
super vulnerable.

- This is actually
a structural--
- Hey,

- how you doin' today?
- Great.

- Hi.
- Good.

Uh, you and me
gonna talk

in private, okay?

Well, we actually
are just right

in the middle
of something--

Well, now you gonna be

in the middle
of something else.

All right?
Come on.

Thank you
so much.

Keep making the magic,
everybody!

This way, come here.

The person being
photographed is saying

she wants to show
her breasts.

She's saying
she wants to do it.

Nikki:
Somebody bring that cat
home from the shelter.

More nails like a kitty.
Like a kitty cat.

(upbeat, sensual music
playing on set)

Daniel:
I'm here to protect

this person that you
care about with you.

Is that right?

- Yes!
- Well, I got it covered.

Okay?
So, thank you
very much,

but you don't
need to do that

by fucking up
the entire day.

Nikki:
Yeah, it looks great.

You'll thank me
when you're 60.

(mouthing)

Nikki: That's great.

Little more nipple
because we got rid

of the nipple police.

Daniel:
If she wants
to be nude,

all we have to do
is redo the rider

and come back
in 48 hours.

What am I supposed
to do today?

I paid for this
whole day already.

So, what are we
supposed to do?

Just flush that money
down the toilet?

It's the price
of safety.

(door opens)

(toilet flushing)

Um... let's go in--
L-- Come in here.

This-- I don't want
everybody to hear this.

Please step in here.

- That's a bathroom.
- It's a very big bathroom.

Please, get the fuck in there.

- Daniel: What are you doing?!
- Price of fucking safety.

Hey, hey! You! Come here!
You want $5,000?

You keep this door shut
for the next three hours.

Three. Hold it.
You gotta hold it
really hard.

- Who, who's in here?
- All right?

None of your business.

Just take it
or leave it, yes?

- Yeah? Okay, good.
- Yeah, yeah.

This is,
like, $2,000.

I give you
the rest later.

Don't let him
out of there!

Oh, my God.

Okay, all right!
Thank you, Daniel!

You did a great job!
Everybody feels real safe.

(music continues louder
on set)

But wait, if the music's
getting louder,

then somebody has
to have my phone.

Nikki:
Why would you police those tits?

- Photographer:
Great. Beautiful.
- Why?

- Uh, can I borrow
you for a minute?
- Okay.

- This way, please.
- I-I'll be back.

(laughing)

Google, uh, google
Jocelyn right now.

- Google Jocelyn.
- Yup.

♪ ♪

- Images?
- Yup.

- What?
- Yeah.

Easy, easy,
easy, easy.

- Does she know about this?
- No, she does not know about it.

- Okay?
- What the fuck.
Who did this?

We don't know,
but we gotta
deal with it.

That brazen
little minx.
Fuck!

Benjamin is here.
Let's go talk.

Nikki:
What the hell are we gonna do

when she sees this photo
and she has a psychotic break?

Yeah, that's why we have
to keep it from her
as long as possible.

She's not going to have
a psychotic break.

No, but-- Eventually,
she's gonna set it.

No one's having
a psychotic--

- Let's all calm down.
- Chaim: Yeah, please.
Deep breath.

'Kay.
I'm gonna give
some information.

I need it
to be received

peacefully, calmly.
'Kay?

We're the number one
trending topic on Twitter.

- Nikki: Okay. All right.
- It's not...

- No. I find out
who did this.
- ...a bad--

May God have mercy
on their fucked up,
depraved soul. Okay?

The photo could be worse.
It could be worse.

- It could be worse?
- Yeah.

- How is that fuckin' possible?
- Well, with Jocelyn,

anything is
fuckin' possible.

I don't mean
to be a cynic--

- Hi. Hi.
- Oh, Talia, hi!

- Nikki, hello.
- Hi, hello.
You look fantastic.

- Talia Hirsch: You look chic.
- Mm. Thank you so much.

Hey! I'm Chaim.
I'm Jocelyn's manager.

Talia Hirsch,
"Vanity Fair."

"Vanity Fair." Okay.
How you doing?

- Nice to see you.
- Nice to see you.

Wow. You--
"Vanity"-- Okay.

- How are you doing?
- Oh, you know.

- (laughing)
- We've been
a little bit better.

You know what,
I think I left it
on the bathroom sink.

We'll find it.
Let's just get you
ready for rehearsal.

I left it literally
right there.

Really?
That-That's so weird.

Who hasn't?
Who among us has not
had cum on their face?

- Benjamin: Okay.
- I, I think it used to be fun.

- Didn't it used to be f--
- Anyway--

Wasn't that a hot date
years ago?

- Chaim: Oh, boy.
- I'm just saying.

Benjamin:
She's been through a lot.

What's disgusting
is the fact that

people aren't looking at her
as the victim in all of this.

Is everything okay?

Leia:
Yeah, everything's fine.

Really? What were you guys
talking about out there?

Nothing.
Joss, the dancers
have been outside

for, like, 45 minutes
in the hot sun--

- Ah, fuck, really?
- Let's just get you changed.

- Sorry.
- Thank you.

- Go! More, more, more!
- Nikki: Her mother
died of cancer.

I mean,
Jocelyn was there.

The morphine,
and the thing,

and holding
her mother's hand

till the last breath,
the death rattle,
the whole thing.

We don't need
to go deep on that,

but she is
prioritizing wellness,

which is, I think,
a really important thing.

Yeah, like that,
like that, like that

Black girl
in the Olympics.

You know the one.

The, the, the
American hero one.
Right?

- Yeah, Simone Biles.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's gotta say,
it's gotta say "revenge porn."

It's gotta say "revenge porn"
or they're not
gonna take it down.

- Holly (on phone): Okay.
- Andrew Finkelstein.

- Security Guard: Do you have ID?
- Holly: Revenge porn?

Yeah.
No, I'm from Live Nation.

I've been here
many, many times.

- Listen, that's what--
- That's great. Do you have ID?

No, I don't fuckin' have ID!

But, ultimately,
you know, we've
pushed the tour,

we've refunded
the tickets,

and that, I think,
for something--

for someone
of, of that age

is a really
courageous thing.

But the tickets
are back on sale.

- Benjamin: Yeah.
- Nikki: Mm-hmm.

The new single
drops in two weeks.

- It's, uh, it's incredible.
- It's lights out.

- Honestly, this song--
I love this song.
- It's good.

- It's good. It's good.
- "World Class Sinner"
it's called.

- Listen to me, it's gotta--
- There's a lotta people
here today.

- We can't let anyone
in without an ID.
- Jesus fucking--

Okay, let me deal
with this fuckin' jabroni.

Hang on.
I'm gonna Google myself.

Here, watch this. Ready?

"Andrew Finkelstein,
Live Nation."

What? Whoa! Who's that?

Huh? See that punim?

See this face? See that face?
Wow, they're similar.

Okay, okay, sir, calm down.
You don't have to be

so rude about it.
I'll get this figured out, okay?

Yeah, I don't have
to be so rude.

You know, my fucking star client
has a face full of cum.

I'm not rude.

That's fine, no problem.

Leia: Joss, Talia Hirsch
from "Vanity Fair" is here.

She's probably
just gonna ask you
some questions.

Just tell her
you're late.

Benjamin:
Do you need anything?
A water or anything?

- Talia: I could do, like, a--
- Benjamin: Oh, hello!

- Hi.
- Hi. Joss, meet Talia
from "Vanity Fair,"

- one of the great
pop culture writers.
- Hi.

- I do profiles.
- Oh, we do profiles.

- So nice to meet you.
- It's so, so lovely to meet you.

I actually
grew up watching
you on "Rock House."

Oh, my God,
that is so sweet.

I'm really excited
to talk to you.

I'm just
in the middle of something,

but I'll come find you

- later, okay?
- Talia: Yeah, for sure.

I'm sure it's
been a lot today.

Yeah, um, so nice
to meet you.

- Yeah. See you.
- I'll see you
a little bit later.

- Is everything okay?
- Leia: Yeah. Why?

Just asking.

- Dancers: Hey!
- Jocelyn: Hi!

- Dyanne: Hi!
- Hi.

We're goin' out tonight,
you know that.

- Jocelyn: I don't know.
- Dyanne: No, don't be boring.

So, no one's told her
about the photo yet?

- Choreographer: All right,
dancers in positions!
- One sec.

- Um...
- Choreographer: Let's go!
Right there.

Super wide.
Sit in that right hip.

- (banging on door)
- Wha-- Who should I ask?

Daniel:
I am not the bad guy here.

Finkelstein's at the gate.

Oh... let me
call you back.

I'll call you back.

What the fuck?
Are you kidding me?

Yeah, so, what you
gon' do with him?

Lock him
in a closet, too?

Daniel:
I'm just doin' my job, man.

Remind me
to let that guy out
at some point,

- but not yet.
- All right.

Mr. Finkelstein.
So sorry for the inconvenience.

- Now you're sorry. Thank you.
- Right this way.

You're a mensch.
Wonderful fucking service.

Just send it now!

Twitter is calling her
the human cum sock!

Choreographer:
Here we go! Seven. Eight.

One. Two. Three.
Four. Five. Sharp six!

Really hit these
pictures, dancers.

Arms up! Six. Seven. Eight.

One! Two.
And Three. And Four.

I love how referential
the choreography is.

- Nikki: It's an homage.
- Talia: To Britney.

Benjamin:
Yeah, I mean, I think
what Britney and Jocelyn

have gone through
is really unique,

but ultimately...

universal.
Ya know?

Look at what she's overcome.

Ya know, the press
has been brutal

with Britney as well.

Like, people count them out,

and this is Jocelyn saying,
"I will not be written off."

Choreographer: Go!

More, more, more!
Come on, you're late!

Two. Three. Hey!
Come on, focus, Joss.

Andrew Finkelstein,
my second favorite Jew.

- Jesus Christ.
- How you doin'?
You all right?

I am not in the mood
for the Jewish shit today,
Chaim, not today.

I'm just saying,
if you're linking
to the photo,

you're part of,
you're part of the problem.

If you link to the photo,
you're part of the problem.

The teamwork
on this fuckin' video.

I want you to see it.
It's what you,

it's what
you dream about,
but you never get.

It's what
I dream about--

Do you know what
I dream about?

I dream about
40,000-seat arenas

- sold out across
the United States.
- Me too, Andrew.

Right now,
that's a fucking
pipe dream.

- 'Cause tickets aren't selling.
- Okay. All right, all right.

You know,
you worry too much.

- Just relax.
- I worry too much.

My shareholders think
I worry too little.

You know,
every time I fuckin'
breathe in and out,

- I hemorrhage money
for Christ's sake.
- Yeah, that's their job. Okay?

Tell your shareholders
that everything's good.

Tickets went on sale
one week ago.

Single hasn't dropped yet.

- Relax.
- Andrew: Relax?

Have you seen this one?

How are 14-year-old girls
gonna buy tickets for this

when she's frosted
like a Pop Tart?

Chaim: Can you breathe?

Wanna get you
a coffee or water?
What do you need?

I'd like a Voss, please.

Is that
Andrew Finkelstein
from Live Nation?

(chuckling)
Oh, yeah, yes it is.

- Oh, my God, Talia.
- Oh, my God! Xander!

Well, yeah. Of course,
you guys are friends.

- You look gorgeous, babe.
- I am-- Thank you! So do you.

Benjamin:
But you are a champion
of women. (laughs)

No, I-I'm not being sarcastic.

I'm trying to draw
the connection.

We follow each other
on Twitter.

I see the links that you post.

Yeah, and then you're
linking to this photo.

(Jocelyn's single playing)

Choreographer:
Good, come on!
This is the end!

I want it sharp!

Five. Six. Seven!

Arms up. You're late.

That should be
on seven, not on eight.

All right. That was okay.

We definitely need
to do that again.

You okay?
You seem really tired.

- Your snaps are,
like, so tired.
- I know.

You just need
to commit.

Jocelyn: I just, like,
I haven't slept at all.

You know it.

I think, I think you
should take a break.

Dyanne! Take a break,
watch Dyanne do it.

Go relax and watch.

I mean, they look
like they're fuckin'
extras in "Rent."

- Choreographer: 'Kay, let's go!
- Nikki: Andy Finkelstein,

to what do we owe
the pleasure?

Well,
my 15-year-old
daughter today

sent me a photo
I really wish she hadn't.

(sighs) Oh, did you come
all the way over here

to slut shame Jocelyn?

Oh, there's no shame
in being a slut,
case in point.

I'm just worried
she's having another
psychotic break.

- Nikki: No, no. No.
- But she never had
a psychotic break.

Never had one.
She was just exhausted

- and she was tired.
- Joss! Joss!

- Nikki: She's tired.
- Look. See?

- She's doin' great, okay?
- Destiny: Hey, honey!

Nikki: Look at that.
Now, does that look like

someone on the verge
of a psychotic break?

- Exactly.
- Choreographer: Joss!

Keep your eyes on Dy.

I want your eyes on her
for every little detail, okay?

Walk! Power!

Yes! Lick it!
Spank it! Drop it! Ah!

Hip, hip, hip!
Around! Amazing, Dy!

Yes! Exactly what I want.

Yes, partners!

She's a trouper.
She reminds me
of myself at that age.

Okay, the thought
of you younger

is terrifying to me.

(chuckling)
I was having fun.

I was getting
fucked in the ass

of the Capitol Records
building stairwell

- and then walking
straight into meetings.
- Uh-huh.

Yeah, I remember.
I was the one
fucking you.

- Jesus Christ!
- Learn from the best.

Benjamin: I'm so sorry.

Can I just remind
everybody that we

have "Vanity Fair"
with us today?

- So, if we could just...
- Nikki: Oh, my God!

- ...keep the shit-talk to a--
- Nikki: Having her around

is like living
in communist China.

- How's it been?
- Xander: Yeah, it's been good.

Talia: You're doing
her creative, right?

- Xander: Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- Talia: Cool.

- Yeah.
- How the hell is that?

Xander:
It's good. We're all

very excited
about the song, you know?

But she's just fucking...
evolving and embracing it,
and it's inspiring.

I think we're all very proud.

Choreographer:
Sexy! Push 'em away.

Hi! Look at that,
that little princess.

♪ ♪

♪ I'm just a freak, yeah ♪

♪ So show me why you came ♪

Choreographer:
Ha! Sick! Incredible. Beautiful.

So fucking good.

Thank you. Thank you.

Joss, do you see that?

You wanna jump in?

God, I wish I could
dance like you.

Choreographer:
Give it all you got, Joss.

- This is the one.
- Ya ready?

(whispers)
Are they all watching me?

(softly) Uh-huh.
Joss, you got this.

We're all here
'cause of you.

Choreographer:
All right, let's go.
This is the one.

Poses. Sit in that
right hip, Joss!

(echoing) Okay,
we're gonna crush this one.

Energy, commitment...

(tense music playing)

- (deep breath)
- Jocelyn:
You got this, Joss.

♪ ♪

All right, let's do this.

- Nina? You ready?
- Choreographer:
All right. Here we go!

All right, dancers in position.
Let me see those poses.

And music!

Five, six, seven, eight!

- (music begins)
- Take your time.

Really feel it. Camera!
Nice!

Beautiful!

Sharp!

- Those eyes!
- ♪ Baby it's hard to see ♪

- Beautiful!
- ♪ When you're
lookin' at me ♪

- Hop! Push 'em. Push!
- ♪ But I do what I want ♪

- ♪ Don't give a fuck at all ♪
- Push him down, eyes up. Up!

- ♪ Lookin' for
somethin' sweet ♪
- Hit it!

- ♪ When it
comes time to eat ♪
- (Jocelyn mouthing along)

- Choreographer: Eyes up!
- ♪ You better start to run ♪

♪ When I call ♪

♪ 'Cause I know
that you don't ♪

- Choreographer:
Yeah! Almost make out!
- ♪ Really know how to ♪

- ♪ Handle it ♪
- Make it really steamy!

Let me feel the heat!

♪ So, get down on your knees ♪

Yes, goddess! Beautiful, Joss.
♪

- Nice!
- ♪ My bitch ♪

♪ I'm just a freak, yeah ♪

♪ You know I want it bad ♪

♪ And we can meet, yeah ♪

♪ But I don't need
to know your name ♪

(heavy breathing)

♪ ♪

- Chaim: Fuck! All right!
- ♪ You can pull my hair ♪

- ♪ Touch me anywhere ♪
- Choreographer:
Woo! Yes, get it!

- ♪ Ball and chain ♪
- This is it!

- Yes!
- ♪ I'm just a freak, yeah ♪

Beautiful!
Let's end this strong!

♪ So show me why you came ♪

Don't forget your energy!

Five. Six. Seven!

(song ends)

- Yes! Incredible!
- Chaim: Fuck yeah!

(all cheering)

- Choreographer:
I knew you had it.
- Chaim: Good job, Joss!

- Choreographer:
That's exactly it.
- Chaim: Good job!

- Choreographer:
Fucking stunning.
- Chaim: Come on.

She's one of the greatest
stars to ever live.

Benjamin, did you get
the revised statement
from Holly?

- Revenge porn?
- Andrew: Yeah, exactly that.

Make sure that every
dipshit with a keyboard

has it spoon-fed down
their fuckin' throat.

But it's true?

Well, if we say it is.

- I'm in a "Twilight Zone"
episode.
- Andrew: All right, people.

- Nikki: Okay, see you later.
- We live to fight another day.

- Hi, should we
go in the sauna?
- Yeah, sure.

Hey, um, Joss,
Nikki and Chaim

just wanna go over
a couple things
really quick.

They're in
the living room.

- Did you find my phone?
- Yeah, it's up there.

- Okay, see you in there.
- Bye.

Nikki:
I mean, it could be way worse.

- There's, there's not--
- Destiny:
She's coming. I'll do it.

- I'll do it.
- Nikki: Oh, my God.

Destiny:
Yeah, I'll do it, relax.

I knew it.

I knew it all day.
I just had a feeling
something was going on.

What is it?

This just posted
on the internet.

(Benjamin clears throat)

This is everywhere?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

We've subpoenaed Reddit.

They're tracking down
the IP address that posted it.

So, we're, we're on it.

It's not, it's not a big deal.

I mean, I feel like it
could be a lot worse.

- Right? Right.
- Benjamin/Xander: 100%.

- 100%.
- Yeah, that's what I said.

- Benjamin: Yeah. We're on it.
- Nikki: Yeah.

- Benjamin: Don't worry.
- Nikki: Tomorrow, I wanna
wake up to, uh, like,

150 Google Alerts
telling me Jocelyn's

some kind of
feminist hero, right?

- Okay. Yeah, me too.
- You can do that.

But I'm gonna
start with victim

- and m-move up
from there.
- Yeah...

- well, it's the same difference.
- I don't understand anything.

How could it possibly be
any fucking worse?

Just tell me a scandal
that was worse, recently!

She's coming out of it
more famous than
when she came in.

- And that's! That's the win.
- Let's just put it that way.

Chaim: Oh, you think the--
That's gonna be
the reaction to this?

To, uh, what do they call this?

The Bugooki?
The Banooki?
The Bonaki?

- What do they call the word?
- Bukkake.

Bukkake.
That's gonna make her
more famous than before?

- Benjamin:
Kim Kardashian's a billionaire.
- Is-- Well, it's, it's n--

I would say it's actually
not, um, bukkake because

that's kind of-- that's
multiple people, right?

And this...

I-I think it's just one.

(light music playing)

♪ ♪

What was the name
of that club?

♪ ♪

(car honks)

♪ ♪

- (people shouting)
- (cameras clicking)

Back up, back up, back up!

(indistinct shouting)

("Like a Prayer"
by Madonna playing)

- Tedros (over speaker):
We're here to drink.
- (crowd cheers)

- We're here to dance.
- (crowd cheers)

We're here to fall in love.

(crowd shouting)

- We're here to fuck!
- (crowd cheers)

All those troubles outside,

they do not exist
in this building right now.

Fuck all that!

This is a church
for all you sinners.

So, shots for everybody
in here!

On me! Let's go!

Could I just get
a water, please?

Have some
fucking fun.
Loosen up.

I know, it's just
so loud in here.
I have to, like--

- It's a fucking club.
- I know it's a club.

It's just-- Jocelyn's on
a manhunt, I guess.

♪ Just like a prayer
I'll take you there ♪

♪ I'll take you there ♪

- ♪ It's like a dream ♪
- (laughing)

Tedros:
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Turn the music,

turn the music off
for a second. Is that?

- Is that Jocelyn?
- (music pauses)

Hold on, is that...
is that Jocelyn on my,

on my dance floor in my club?

Ah, no, no, no. You--
You're, you're an icon.

You're... you're a legend.

Oh, my God,
and you're so beautiful.

I gotta, I gotta-- Can I--

I gotta have a dance with you.
Can I dance with you?

(crowd chattering, cheering)

I'm gonna dance with you.
Yo, bring, bring that back.

Turn that back. I'm comin',
I'm comin' over there.

("Like a Prayer" resumes)

Jocelyn:
Wait, is he actually
coming over here?

Who is he?

Dyanne: Tedros.
He owns the place.

♪ In the midnight hour
I can feel a power ♪

♪ Just like a prayer ♪

♪ You know
I'll take you there ♪

- Tedros: Yeah,
I'm comin' over there.
- ♪ When you call my name ♪

♪ It's like a little prayer ♪

♪ I'm down on my knees ♪

♪ I wanna take you there ♪

♪ In the midnight hour ♪

♪ I can feel your power ♪

- ♪ Just like a prayer ♪
- Woo!

♪ You know
I'll take you there ♪

♪ Ah-ah ♪

Tedros:
Come on, like this.

- ♪ Ah-ah, Ah-ah ♪
- Are you shy now?

- ♪ Life is a mystery ♪
- Oh, hey!

- ♪ Everyone
must stand alone ♪
- Woo!

- There she is.
- ♪ I hear you call my name ♪

♪ And it feels like home ♪

♪ Just like a prayer ♪

♪ Your voice can
take me there ♪

♪ Just like a muse to me ♪

♪ You are a mystery ♪

♪ Just like a dream ♪

♪ You are not what you seem ♪

♪ Just like a prayer ♪

Ah, you're dangerous.

I mean,
how could anyone not
fall in love with you?

I don't even know you.
(giggles)

♪ Mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Just like a prayer
I'll take you there ♪

- ♪ It's like a dream to me ♪
- Excuse me?

Could I just get
a water, please?

It's been, like,
seven minutes.

Gimme a minute.

(music muffles)

You fit perfectly
in my arms.

♪ ♪

(music slows)

(slowly, muffled)
♪ Your voice ♪

♪ It's like an angel sighin' ♪

♪ I have no choice ♪

♪ I hear your... ♪

So, this is your place?
You own this place?

Welcome to my shit hole.
(chuckles)

♪ ♪

- (music darkens)
- (inaudible dialogue)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(heavy breathing)

I've never fucked anyone
with a rattail before.

- (laughs)
- A what?

You have a rattail.

- (laughs)
- A rattail? Is that
what you called it?

Leia: Joss?

Joss?

- Joss?
- (door closes)

Joss?

I have your bag.

(laughs)
Who the fuck is that?

- Leia: Hey, Joss?
- (Tedros laughing)

Shh.

Leia: Where the fuck is she?

Hey, have any of
you guys seen Joss?

Where is she?

(club music playing)

(distant chatter)

She's gone.

- Tedros: Jesus Christ.
- (Jocelyn chuckles)

Ugh, God.

What a fuckin'
boner killer.
(laughs)

I know, she prevented us
from starting our family.

- I'm so sorry.
- (laughing)

Joss?

Joss?

Do you wanna dance?

What? Oh, sorry.
I'm, I'm looking for,

um, I'm, I'm
looking for--

Is that a yes?

Uh...

- yeah!
- (Izaak chuckles)

All right, when can I hear
this, this new album?

Never. (chuckles)

- Never?
- No.

- Why the fuck not?
- Because it's, like, stupid,

and I hate it,
and you're gonna
hate it, too.

You hate it?
How can you put out
something you hate?

Well,
you obviously don't work
in the music industry.

Pop music is just...

- superficial.
- I think Prince would
disagree with you.

I love Prince.

Are you gonna call
"When Doves Cry"
fuckin' superficial?

- No, I love that song.
- Huh?

If that song came out today,
it'd be a smash tomorrow.

So, all I have to do is
make music like Prince?

- I didn't say that.
- Easy. I'll just do that.

- No... I didn't say that.
- Why didn't I think of that?

You can't make
music like Prince.

Pop music is like
the ultimate Trojan Horse.

Ya get people to dance,
ya get people to sing along.

Could say whatever you want.

Shit's powerful.

I like you.

I like you, too.

You got the best
job in the world.

Should be having
way more fun.

(softly) I'm trying.

("Piece of Your Heart" by
Meduza & Goodboys playing)

♪ Da, da, da ♪

♪ Uh, da, da, da, uh, uh ♪

♪ Da, da, da,
uh, uh ♪

♪ Da, da, da, uh, uh ♪

♪ Down, down ♪

(softly) Come here.

(light electronic music playing)

(gasping)

(heavy breathing)

(gasping)

(breathing intensifies)

(breathing slows)

Joss?

Gotta get up.

Talia:
How long have you lived here?

Um, like, two years.

Did your mom
live here, too?

Okay, look.

I'm not supposed
to say things like this,

but I find you
so impressive.

The fact that
that photo came out...

and I can't even
imagine all the shame
and humiliation

you must've been feeling,
but it didn't derail you.

The focus that
must've taken.

It's like an Olympian.
It's extraordinary.

I'm sorry.
Was there a question?

Did it hurt?

That photo?

The betrayal of it?

Of course.

But, I mean, what am I
supposed to do?

I don't know.

Fuck up the guy
that did it to you.

Like in the piece
you're writing?

Yeah, actually.

I think it would
be inspirational

for young women and girls
all around the world

who have been
targeted and humiliated

in the way you were.

Revenge is
empowerment?

It's human, I think.

Look, I mean,
I think...
five years ago

when people would
tell me that it was
important to comment

on something publicly,
I would buy into it.

But now I just know
that I'm being hustled.

(slight chuckle)

Yeah, I mean,
obviously, my editor

is breathing
down my neck,
gun to my back,

trying to get me
to get you to talk
about this photo.

It's all anyone
can talk about.

I get it.

We all have
to answer to somebody.

Who do you answer to?

God.

Gus (on TV):
Listen, lady, we can do
this downtown if you want.

Catherine (on TV):
So, read me my rights
and arrest me.

Otherwise,
get the fuck outta here.

Jocelyn:
Do you like the single?

Yeah!

- Really?
- Joss, it's amazing.

Why?

I don't know.
I just feel like--

I know it, like,
works commercially,

but I just feel like

every time I listen
to it, I'm, like,

fucking embarrassed.

Well, that's because
it's different than anything

you've ever done before.

It's like... edgy,
but, like, in a cool way.

It's really good.

"Baby, you better
have a bank account

"if you wanna see
what I'm about.

"I'm a good girl gone bad.

Get in that car.
Drive fast"?

Okay, well...

ev-every song sounds weird
when you just talk the lyrics.

Okay?

But also, it's, like...

not every song
has to be like--

It's fun, you know?

Like, you wanna
dance to it, like,

- and, like, vibe.
- Yeah, but I just, I just
feel like I've, like--

I don't know. I haven't done
anything in, like, a year.

And I just feel like
people are, like,

waiting for me to fail.

And I just don't wanna,
like, prove them right.

Yeah, but, Joss,
you always do this.

You always
second-guess yourself

right before
something comes out.

You're just gonna
drive yourself crazy.

I just don't wanna, like,
make a fool of myself.

I don't want people
to, like, make fun of me.

They're not.

Trust me.

It's good.
It's, like, really good.

I think I'm gonna
invite Tedros over.

The rattail... club guy?

Yeah.

- (whining) Joss.
- (laughing) What?

- I hate his vibe.
- (chuckles)

- Really?
- Yes!

- What's wrong with him?
- He's so rape-y.

Yeah, I kinda like
that about him.

Joss... No. Gross.

So disturbing.

(movie continues on TV)

Catherine (on TV):
Yeah, it teaches you to lie.

Gus (on TV): How's that?

Catherine:
You make stuff up,
it has to be believable.

It's called
suspension of disbelief.

- Gus: I like that!
Suspension of disbelief.
- It's gonna be fine.

'Kay?

Trust me.

Catherine: A detective.
He falls for the wrong woman.

What happens?

She kills him.

(gates creaking)

Leia: Hey, Joss?
Uh, Tedros is at the gate.

Okay, just tell him
I'm getting ready.

I'll be down
in, like, soon.

Um...

is that what
you're wearing?

Yeah.

With the heels?

I wanna be
taller than him.

(chuckles)

Okay.

Cool.

I'm just like--

I'm lounging. (laughs)

I love it. Um...
I'll go tell him to wait.

Okay,
be mysterious.

- Okay.
I'll be very mysterious.
- Okay.

♪ ♪

(mysterious music playing)

Hi.

Leia?

Yes. Um...

Um...
thank you for that.

Um...

yeah, uh,
so Jocelyn is just, uh,

finishing getting
ready, so.

You can chill
in the living room,

have a drink...
whatever, um.

Just make yourself at home.

You sure?

♪ ♪

(chuckles)

(plays notes on piano)

(chuckles)

♪ ♪

(music intensifies)

♪ ♪

(snorts, sniffs)

(grunts, clears throat)

(clears throat, spits)

Hello, Angel.

Hello, Angel.

Hello, Angel.

♪ ♪

- Hello, Angel.
- You call all the girls Angel?

- Just you.
- (Jocelyn chuckles)

Yeah right.

♪ ♪

Tedros:
We should do a shot.

Number two.
Look me in the eyes.

Cheers. Cheers.
(laughs)

Oh. (sputters)

Cheers.

Leia: Hey, Joss, uh,
you have to be up
at 7 A.M. tomorrow.

(laughs) Okay.

- (laughing)
- Fuck's up with her?

- She doesn't wanna
hang out with us?
- She's my assistant.

And my best friend.

She's your best friend
and your assistant?

- Yeah.
- She's your best friend
that works for you?

- Yeah, isn't that nice?
- Really? Hm.

Don't you think
that's kinda, like,
a nice arrangement?

- Oh, for her
it's amazing.
- (laughing)

Fuck.
Can I be your best friend?
I'd love to get paid.

- Can I play you my new song?
- Are you desperate to put

- this specific song out?
- No, I'm not desperate to put
anything out, my team is.

'Cause everyone
in my life is, like,

telling me that
it's really great,

but I don't believe them.

- Why?
- 'Cause when you're famous,
everyone lies to you.

And you trust me?

I just think you're
enough of an asshole

that you might
tell me the truth.

Cheers to that.

♪ ♪

(muffled)
Ooh!

- You gonna help me?
- Um, are you gonna
go all the way down?

All right,
let's go, let's go.

- That's where my studio is.
- Oh, my God.

♪ ♪

All right, this is the song
I was telling you about.

It's still super rough.

It's not, like,
mixed or anything.

- (plays song)
- ♪ Baby, it's hard to see ♪

♪ When you're lookin' at me ♪

♪ But I do what I want ♪

♪ Don't give a fuck at all ♪

♪ Lookin' for somethin' sweet ♪

♪ When it comes time to eat ♪

♪ You better start to run
when I call ♪

♪ 'Cause I know that
you don't really know
how to handle it ♪

♪ So, get down on your knees ♪

♪ And get ready
to become my bitch ♪

♪ I'm just a freak, yeah ♪

♪ You know I want it bad ♪

♪ And we can meet, yeah ♪

♪ But I don't need
to know your name ♪

♪ You can pull my hair,
touch me anywhere ♪

♪ Ball and chain ♪

♪ I'm just a freak, yeah,
so show me why you came ♪

- ♪ Baby, ain't nothin' free ♪
- (mouthing along)

♪ Especially not with me ♪

♪ Better have
a bank account ♪

♪ If you wanna see
what I'm about ♪

- ♪ I'm a good girl gone bad ♪
- (stops music)

- Why'd you stop it?
- 'Cause it's done.

And you hate it.
(chuckles)

I liked it.

- It was good...
It's a hit, yeah.
- Really?

I can see why the label
wants to put it out.

I don't know.
I feel like it's, like,
too superficial or something.

Why?

Because it's like--

I don't know if
it's, like, honest.

So, you're
not a freak?

- You could release
"I'm a Nun" instead.
- (Jocelyn chuckles)

I'm not a nun.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Is this the first song you
recorded after your mother?

Yeah.

Well, I like it.

It's good, yeah.

Just one minor note.

- What's that?
- I don't believe you.

If you're gonna
sing a song called
"I'm a Freak"...

you should at least
sing it like you
know how to fuck.

(scoffs)

What makes you think
I don't know how to fuck?

Your vocal performance.

(laughs) Wow. Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Do you ever listen
to Donna Summer?

- "Love to Love You Baby"?
- Mm-hmm.

When she sings...

there's no doubt that
she knows how to fuck.

Yeah.

You could hear it
in her voice.

You can feel it.

But not with me?

Not yet.

♪ ♪

You sing
sitting down?

I do.

Get up.

You gotta stop carin'
what people think.

You are...

too...

locked up
in your head.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, you're thinking too much.

You need to
block out the world.

♪ ♪

Feel it.

Do you trust me?

No.

♪ ♪

(Jocelyn breathing heavily)

Shh.

(Jocelyn gasping, panting)

Don't be scared.

(Jocelyn moans)

Open your mouth.

Open your mouth.

(breathing heavily)

Now you can sing.

("Darling Nikki"
by Prince playing)

♪ Oh, Nikki, ohhhh ♪

♪ Ohh ♪

♪ Come back, Nikki,
come back ♪

♪ Your dirty little Prince
wanna grind ♪

♪ Grind, grind, grind, grind,
grind, grind, grind, grind ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(song ends)