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Hi. I'm Bert Rodriguez
from En Pelotas Magazine,

the Latin's world numero uno source
for breaking sexy news.

Chronicler, if you will,
of the secret history of Hollywood.

Humble memorialist of the
vertiginous ups and precipitous downs

of the world's greatest
female porn stars

because porn stars
are people too.

And I don't mean objectifying them.
No, sir.

En Pelotas is about paying tribute
to those Amazon creatures

walking among us
who make the term "sex goddess"

sound woefully undernourished.

And in a world increasingly known

for its surgical enhancements
and questionable pubic hairstyles,

one performer stands...
Or is it stood?...taller than the rest.

And that is the "initimable"...

And that is the ininim...

And that is the inimitable
Elektra Luxx.

Let me take you back to a time before
all the acclaim, the drug busts,

before the high-profile affair
with Nick Chapel

and the detritus
of their ensuing sex tape.

Let me deposit you in the wasteland
of adult entertainment in the '90s.

A dark era in which the silicone craze
erupted like a Macedonic volcano

and gonzo slayed the plot-driven
pictures of yesteryear.

Even in that toxic environment,

she managed to elevate
standard mature programmers

such as Sticky Sweet Volume 2
and Natural Born Killer Naturals.

Eventually earning herself
an unprecedented

five consecutive Fox of the
Year awards from the AWN.

But if one performance
perfectly captures the moment

where she turned the page
and went from promising sex kitten

to behemothic superstar,

it would have to be her turn
as twin nymphomaniac sisters

in the precisely titled
2 Nymphomaniac Twin Sisters.

It is here that Elektra first puts into
play her look-to-the-camera theory.

The rest, as they say, is history.
Take a look.

With this seemingly harmless

breaking of the proverbial
fourth wall,

Miss Luxx pretty much started
a revolution.

Seems immaterial now,
but at the time, there were rumors

she had looked at the camera
awaiting direction

or simply thought the camera was
in another place altogether. Nonsense.

Take a look at
Dial SS for Super Sex.

Am I interrupting something?

- It's her. It's Super Sex.
- Huh?

What do you bad boys want
all that money for?

- To get some pussy.
- Buy some beer.

Let's deal with the beer later.

First things first.

And here she is in
The Best Girl Scout Cookies.

We're lost, totally lost.

It'll be hours before
they send out a search party.

I will gather some sticks
to make a fire.

I know a better way to keep warm.

We can't. I asked your group
leader, Stacey, to marry me.

So marry her.

Group Leader Stacey taught me
to share and we share everything.

The success of
2 Nymphomaniac Twin Sisters

was such that the producers
signed her up for the hotter sequel:

2 Nymphomaniac Twin Sisters Il:
Wetter Than Seattle.

This is the one
with the famous orgy scene

in which Elektra joins herself
in bed

for what Adult World News
called the big bang of all sex scenes.

Berto!

What?

You told me you took out the trash.

I did! I did take it out!

It won every major award
at the AWN show,

including two best actress statuettes
for Miss Luxx.

- You didn't take it out!
- Mom, please not now! Please!

The industry being as literal as it is,
Elektra soon starred

as the world's most jaw-droppingly
curvilinear astrophysicist

in The Big Bang,
earning herself another nomination

for best group sex scene, but
losing to newcomer Venus Azucar

in what is still
a hotly debated decision.

When are you going to take it out?

When you begin to mount the edge of
the most fantastic shivering spasm,

it's not bad form to look him
in the eye and say:

"I don't know where I'm going,
but if you move, I will kill you."

And if you're with a woman,
you might also compliment her hair.

Nothing makes us more insecure,

even with our ankles
behind our ears,

than our hair looking all funny.

Yes, Maria.

My husband often complains
that I'm too quiet during...

You know.

But I don't really know what to say
because I'm concentrating myself.

Well, verbal reinforcement
is a must.

If the man is fucking you
with wild abandon, it is your duty

and your privilege
to encourage him.

- Mrs. Turner.
- Oh, well,

...if the man is already doing the...
- If he's already inside you, yeah.

Isn't it then, quite frankly, a little
redundant to be talking about it?

No, no, no. Men are very insecure.

And it is critical that you reaffirm.
This is of vital importance.

Also, they are primarily
visual creatures.

Don't keep your faces
scrunched up the whole time.

That's a mistake first-timers
make on camera.

At least before Botox
changed the game.

Same thing in the privacy
of your own home.

Men require encouragement.
I cannot emphasize this enough.

- What is it, Dolores?
- It's nothing.

You've been wanting
to say something.

I'm fine.

What is it? We're all friends.

I had this horrible experience
last week with my boyfriend and...

- What's wrong with your eye?
- Nothing.

But it keeps twitching.

Oh, uh, well...

That's just it.

I was practicing the oral technique
you suggested

and when it was time...

I timed it all wrong and...

- It's okay, let it all out.
- And it all went in my eye

and I went blind and I had to
be rushed to the emergency room.

Blind?

I'm sorry.

You were giving
on your knees.

And where
was your hair?

It... Well, he was
holding it back.

- That wasn't a problem.
- And he was standing.

He was on the couch
just like you said, and I was...

I was giving him
that devouring look.

I said, "Didn't you promise me
a pearl necklace?"

Obviously, in my whole life,
I never said that before.

I'm very proud of you.

I didn't even get to say "necklace"
because suddenly,

this whip strikes across my eye
and my vision goes all blurry

and I fall back and I...

So you fell off the horse.
Most natural thing in the world.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And nothing else to do
but get right back on.

The whole ride, the
paramedic was snickering facts

about how the prostaglandin
and the citric acid in his semen

was not compatible
with my contact-lens solution.

And your boyfriend?

Oh, he felt so bad for me.

He punched that ambulance driver
when he was driving

and he got me
a real pearl necklace.

- Aw.
- They're Japanese. So, yeah.

All right.

That's it for today.

Oh, Father McKinley
needs the room next week,

so we will start at 6:00.

- Miss Luxx?
- Yeah?

Miss Luxx, you don't
know me. My name is Cora.

- Oh, you just missed class.
- I'm not here for your class.

I need to speak to you
about something else.

Oh, yeah?

It has to do with

Nick Chapel.

If you're a reporter,
my answer is no.

Thanks, but no thanks.
And also, no.

- I'm not. I saw you at the funeral.
- You saw me at the funeral?

Fighting with his mother. That
was awful the way she slapped you.

- You are a reporter.
- No, I'm a flight attendant.

- Print whatever lie you like.
- It's not like that. I killed him.

What did you say?

Not on purpose, obviously.
I'm not a murderer...

"Ess," murderess.

I've never killed
anything in my life.

But if it wasn't for me,
Nick wouldn't be dead.

Did Father McKinley
send you?

Because he doesn't own
the community center.

My class is just as legal
as his Bible study is.

I don't know who that is.

- Have a drink with me?
- I don't know you.

Not yet. I can tell
we're gonna get along great.

Just one harmless
little drink, please?

One is my limit anyway.

You heard about the briefcase
Nick was carrying

with the lyrics
for the new record?

I heard it went missing. Someone
stole it from the airport?

- Yes, well...
- You stole it?

Shh!

- Why?
- For you.

- For me?
- And for him too, I suppose.

God rest his soul.
See, all the songs are about you.

How can you be sure?

Well, one is called
"Elektra Is Blue."

Another is called
"Luxx Super Deluxe."

There's also one called
"All Natural Sex Vixen."

One's called "Emotional Quicksand
With Her Ankles Behind Her Ears."

And there's a working title
"He's So Juvenile, She's So Adult."

Nobody's ever written a song
about me before.

Well, this guy wrote 15.

Can I see them?

You can have them.

- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.

This is so generous of you.

You committed a crime because
you thought it was unfair

for me to never know these existed?
I couldn't live with myself knowing.

- How can I ever pay you back?
- Don't be silly.

No, I mean it. I mean, if there
is anything you ever need...

Well, there is one thing.

Name it.

- I need you to seduce my fianc�.
- Excuse me?

It's the only way I can
forgive myself and marry him.

I see.

You thought I would just
go ahead and do this?

Well, I figured with
your line of work,

...you wouldn't mind.
- I wouldn't mind?

Morally speaking,
in a professional sense.

My Benjamin, he's the guy,
you know?

He's intelligent,
he's kind, he's loyal.

And I just am so insanely guilty
over cheating on him,

- I can barely look him in the eye.
- So tell him.

Why would I tell him? I didn't
even consummate anything with Nick.

He talked about you while
I was giving him a blow job.

And then he hits his head, and it's just
not the kind of thing you tell a fianc�.

Is it? Well, I mean, I know that
I will never ever do it again.

But how can he ever
really be sure?

In his mind, he'll always wonder if,
given the chance, would I do it again.

- So you thought if I seduced him?
- Well, just the one time.

I would catch you in the act,
he would feel terrible.

I would forgive him,
case closed.

I'm not even considering this,
but how do you know I'm his type?

We rented one of your videos
and I could tell he was into you.

You know the one where you
play the nymphomaniac twins?

I fell asleep, but when I woke up,
you ended up in bed with yourself.

- How did you do that anyway?
- Movie magic.

- Didn't it freak you out? I mean...
- I didn't write the thing and I'm retired.

Not to mention,
I'm a mother-to-be.

Oh, you can barely even tell. Not in
a million years, you look fabulous.

That was not my point.

I didn't mean to upset you.

This whole plan
is ridiculous.

Just forget the whole thing, okay?
I think I just needed to hear myself

say it out loud to realize how
crazy it is, but I'm fine now.

I'm back to my good old self.

Well, I should be going now.

Holly?

Holly?

- Elektra?
- What are you doing here?

Waiting for my girlfriend. We're
going to Mexico for the weekend.

- What happened?
- Just too many martinis.

- So I heard you quit the biz, huh?
- Yup.

- And you're teaching at a commune?
- No, I teach at a community center.

- Cooking class, right?
- No.

- Taxidermy?
- No.

- What is taxidermy exactly?
- Like how to stuff animals.

- With food?
- When they're dead.

No shit.

Look, I want you
to be completely honest.

- Am I the reason you quit?
- What are you talking about?

You walked off the Cowgirls set
during our big scene, remember?

That?

No, Holly, of course not.
Nothing to do with you.

Because my whole
oral-sex hang-up

was connected
to memories of my dog.

I'm pregnant.

- Oh, my God.
- I know.

- Is it yours?
- What?

- Is the father gonna be around?
- I'm gonna raise it on my own.

- You are?
- Mm-hm.

That is so inspirational.

I wish you were my mom.

Not in a weird way.
I'm just... I'm so thrilled.

Thanks. Have fun in Mexico.

It's not a romantic weekend.
Just my best friend.

Okay, have a blast.

Have you ever had a best friend
that you wanted to be closer to?

- What?
- Nothing.

- I hope you don't throw up too much.
- Likewise.

Oh, hey.

I'm Bert Rodriguez, sex blogger.

Once again, you are tuned into
the frequency of the erotic,

the wavelength of all things carnal,
voluptuous, bawdy and epicurean.

Never lecherous, always ardent.

I'm referring, of course,
to the world of En Pelotas Magazine.

We now resume part two of
the greatest-living-porn-star series,

profiling the meteoric rise
and illustrious reign

of world-class professional
supernova Elektra Luxx.

We will bring you up to date
with Elektra today

and address shocking rumors

that have been sweeping
the adult film industry like wildfire.

- Did you see it yet?
- What do you want?

- Did you see it?
- See what? I'm kind of busy here.

There's like 15 comments
in the comments section.

I'm in the middle of a
live stream. What are you doing?

- Check it out.
- Don't touch my laptop.

- I'm not gonna break it. Look.
- Give me this.

"Me likey the hottie
in the gallery.

Dang, I was wrong about you
being gay." Signed, Pork Grind.

I hate this creep.

- What gallery?
- Keep reading.

"This girl is perfect. Keep these coming,
En Pelotas." Signed Trilobite.

What did you do?

Olive, what is that?

You wanted original content, right?

- You broke into my site.
- Desperate times, desperate measures.

How did you guess my password?

Like "Captain Marvel"
was so hard to guess?

- You had no right!
- What's the big deal?

This is totally perverted!

- Where did you get those panties?
- I have a ton of panties like that.

I seriously doubt you have a ton of
panties that say, "All you can eat."

- Okay, maybe not a ton.
- I'm gonna be sick.

I think I look hot.

- There's something wrong with you.
- It's no big deal.

"No big deal," she says.

Look, what I mean is you're a dear
guy, brah, but no A.F. Einstein.

You call me "brah"? I'm not
your "brather," I'm your brother.

Your blog shows potential.
You have to take it to the next level.

You have no idea
what I am trying to do here.

There is a philosophy.

There is a sensibility and an aesthetic
that completely escapes your vulgar...

Your articles are cool.

You won't gonna generate traffic
unless you show skin.

That's what these weirdos read the
blog for. I was doing you a favor.

A favor. How is my little sister

getting half naked and posting
pictures doing me a favor?

You need original amateur content.
Isn't that what you told Trixie?

What business is this of yours
what I told Trixie?

Maybe you wanna see her naked.
You're a perv like your readers.

I asked Trixie about this
before we were friends,

- when she was just a checkout girl.
- Because you like her.

- She's Swedish.
- She's not Swedish.

- Yes, she is.
- Her family's from Orange County

and what if she was Swedish?

See? This is why we're not
gonna have this conversation.

You don't know the first thing
about anything important.

- Like what?
- If it wasn't for Swedish movies

in the 1960s, practically all movies
today would be about robots, okay?

- You're full of shit.
- You don't know history!

Eroticism is in their blood. They're
like a hotbed for modern sexual culture.

- You... Look it up.
- Whatever.

All I know is you need original
content, perky tits and smooth legs,

not plastic hags
with stretch marks.

- Plastic... Stretch... God, who are you?
- I'm gonna be a famous Internet pinup.

- Not on my blog.
- Yes. Watch me.

You have no idea what kind
of comments I've gotten.

- Want me to read them to you?
- Put that down. This is expensive.

Cora? Are you gonna be all right?

I'm just gonna take a nap and
then I'll be totally awake.

Maybe not the best idea.
I hear a lot of people drown like that.

You're funny.

And a fine, fine human
being for bringing me home.

- Thank you.
- Anytime.

But you better go now
before Benjamin gets here.

I love him so much.

I really screwed up this time.

I think maybe you should turn off
the water before I leave.

Good idea, so I don't have to pee.

Right.

Right-o, buffalo.

What are you looking at?

Just keep walking, keep walking.

Don't even think about it.

Elektra, so stupid.

Yeah?

Hi, uh, I just walked past you
on the stairs.

- Have we met before?
- I don't think so.

Huh. Can you, uh?

I feel really weird talking to the door.
You mind opening up?

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was waiting for my Realtor.

I'm looking for an apartment
on another floor.

Oh, yeah?

- Can I be honest with you?
- Okay.

I was gonna ask you if I
could come in and take a look,

you know, see if
I wanted to buy or not,

but that would be a total lie.

- Lie?
- I'm just looking for an excuse

...to get into your place.
- Why is that?

- Life.
- Life?

Life is funny, you know.

I took one look at you and said to
myself, "Elektra, life is fleeting.

And if today is a day you wanna
be bad, why not be real bad?

With that hunk of flesh with the
muscles and the crooked smile."

- You think my smile's crooked?
- With a sort of sinister sexiness.

Don't take this the wrong way,
you're a very forward woman.

Forward and backward too,
if you catch my drift.

You just don't waste any time,
do you?

I know what I like. And when I
like it, I like it right away.

So we can keep talking here.

You can always wonder "what
if," or you can pull me inside

and do to me everything you ever
wanted to do with a woman in bed.

Right there, right there.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

Just like that.

Don't come yet.

Don't come yet.

God, you know how to fuck me.

Oh, I'm gonna come.
I'm gonna come.

I'll be right back.

Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
We're not alone.

- What are you talking about?
- There is a dead chick in the bathtub.

- Who is this?
- I'm Elektra, you hussy.

- Who the hell are you?
- No. Who is this?

- Obviously, he's your fianc�.
- This is not my fianc�.

- Yes, he is. She's still drunk.
- I'm not her fianc�.

Yes, you are. You're both drunk.
Your name is Ben.

I'm sorry, sweetheart. My name
is Dellwood. Dellwood Butterworth.

And you can call me Dell.

- What is he doing in here?
- He lives here, you idiot.

- Actually I don't... I don't live here.
- So, what are you doing in here?

Well, to be honest,
I, um, broke in.

- What?
- Is this a robbery?

- I'm calling 911.
- This is not a robbery.

- You just said you broke in.
- And then he raped you.

Whoa! Hold up, lady. Hey. Whoa.

Now, if anything,

...it was the other way around.
- Excuse me?

You couldn't wait
to get my clothes off.

- You said you were Ben.
- I said no such thing.

I am a great many things,
but a liar I am not.

Well, you better be gone
when the real Ben gets here.

- As soon as I get what I came for.
- I'd say you made out pretty well.

Coincidentally, you happened to
break in here today? I don't buy that.

I refuse to believe God's
sense of humor could stoop this low.

To tell you the truth,

I am a private detective, hired by
the band to find the missing lyrics.

- What?
- For the new album.

I've been tracking your whereabouts
since the funeral.

You knew what I was doing all along
and still took advantage of me?

Let's define "advantage" here.

You are a stunning woman.

You came on to me.

You asked, please take care of you
because you were just raring to go.

I'm a gentleman.
And I'm only human to boot, darling.

- You are a scumbag.
- No, listen.

In my line of work,
certain lines get crossed.

But I didn't even know you were
in the apartment. Honest.

When I left you at the bar,
you were soused.

I meant to come back here
before you got home.

Not much of a detective then.

Oh. Huh. Well, I was hired to find
these and I found them, didn't I?

- Those songs are rightfully hers.
- They're not.

- You'd be in trouble if it wasn't for...
- If it wasn't for?

- Was that all for show before?
- Take a wild guess.

- All of it?
- Most of it.

- You liked a bit of it then, didn't you?
- Well, I am not a robot.

- You liked more than a bit.
- Don't push it.

Can I buy you a coffee?
I mean, it's only fair.

You know,
all those songs are about me.

You know, I've never
even listened to the band.

Mostly into bluegrass,
some electro.

- This Nick Chapel, was he talented?
- Very.

I tell you what.
I don't think anyone's gonna know

how many of these things he wrote,
so if you have coffee with me,

I'll let you keep the one
you like the best.

Is that a deal?

I suppose it could be.

- You gotta shake on it.
- I think we're beyond a handshake.

So you just jump on any girl
that comes on to you?

Well, not just any.

Well, mostly, yeah.

I mean,
look at the way she's put together.

Hello?

Hello?

- Hi, sweetie.
- Hi, honey.

- Ben.
- Hi.

Mitch. This is Beatrice.
Your fianc�e was nice enough

to let us take a gander.

- Thinking of buying on the 7th floor.
- Our Realtor never showed.

- His car hit a train.
- Just brutal.

Well, look. Thanks a million.

A little out of our price range,
but we'll run the numbers.

- Good luck.
- Benjamin.

Mitch.

- Hey.
- What's up?

- You were talking in your sleep.
- What did I say?

- "What does 10 bucks get me?"
- That's it?

Yeah, what were
you dreaming?

I don't know.

Really?

Yeah, I think...

I think I was back at school
in the cafeteria

and I wanted to know
what 10 bucks got me.

So, what did you get?

- Frozen yogurt.
- No shit. You were humping the pillow.

And a pony.
Frozen yogurt and a pony.

Well, listen up, pony girl. I just met
two venture capitalists in the lobby.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hm. Loaded.

- Margaritas?
- No, like, rich.

They saw us at the beach this
morning and they are totally smitten.

They were mosquitoes.
I got bit right on my ass.

"Smitten."

You need to have your ears
looked at.

I love my ears.

By a doctor.

Doctors are like mimes,
but they talk.

They wanna take us to dinner.

How can you be hungry
after that guacamole?

You don't have to eat it all.

The point is, they gave me 200
bucks to go to the bathroom.

- Gross.
- Not to watch me go to the bathroom.

Just like a tip to powder my nose

prove a little interest
in our company.

- What company?
- Our company.

- We don't have a company.
- Female company.

Okay, no need to get upset.

Well, get dressed so that
we can make some easy money.

Aren't we supposed to be
on vacation?

Yes, this way, we get all expenses paid.

- Okay, but isn't that, like, working?
- Technically.

And again, who's been whining all
month about being fired from her job?

- I don't know.
- That was a rhetorical question.

- Are you saying I got fired?
- You told me you got fired.

I told you I got escorted
from the premises.

- I quit before they kicked me out.
- Whatever.

The producers said that I was never
gonna work in that town again.

It's a cheesy line.

He means he's gonna make sure you
never get another job in the business.

He didn't say "business,"
he said "town."

There are a million other towns
besides Chatsworth.

Be that as it may,

one of the banker guys recognized
you from one of your movies.

- Which one?
- He didn't say.

But he said he stumbled upon
one of your movies in a hotel.

He's a liar.
I never did a movie in a hotel.

- No, he saw your movie in the hotel.
- What hotel?

- How am I supposed to know?
- It is an innocent question.

Why do you make it so goddamn
hard to have a simple conversation?

How am I making it hard?
I am just sharing my point of view.

Or should I go along
with every one of your opinions?

"Yes, Bambi, no, Bambi,
whatever you say, Bambi."

You should be grateful that I try to
bring something to our discussions.

I am, but sometimes the thing
that you could bring is silence.

Holly.

That sounded harsh. I'm sorry.

Are you pouting? Oh, I see.

You're bringing silence
to the discussion.

You've proven your point. You win.

Come on. You're not gonna let me
go by myself, are you?

There's two of them.

Please?

Doesn't feel so good
when I'm rhetorical, does it?

Fine. Stay.

Thanks.
I forgot I'm babysitting tonight.

- Charlotte?
- How do you know?

I told you I've been following you.

Her aunt Addie is recovering
from an accident.

Doctor has a thing for her mother,

drove her home the other night.

You have no problem carrying
on a conversation all by yourself.

May I ask you something?

I get the feeling
you're gonna ask anyway.

Why didn't you try to prove Nick
Chapel was the father of your child?

You worried about the DNA test?

No, I didn't feel like having my
name dragged in mud all year long.

You don't appreciate questioning
that begins with:

"What first attracted you
to the millionaire Nick Chapel?"

- Can I ask you something?
- Divorced, twice.

Usual complaint.
I'm married to the job.

That, and I was told I suffer from

a quasi-quixotic desire
to set the world straight.

I started as an independent
out of Cairo, Illinois,

birthplace of wife number one.

I've been moving around
ever since.

A friend roadied
for some Scottish metal act.

I fell in the rock 'n' roll crowd.

I get asked to do strange things,

including forging birth certificates
for underage groupies after the fact.

A sort of creepy request

that does little
to elevate my opinion of men.

But the hours are flexible.
There's always free beer.

In any case, I don't expect you
to absorb all this in one sitting.

- Am I making you nervous?
- Yes.

- Why? We already went to bed.
- Well, for starters,

...you're just about perfect, darling.
- Only almost.

- And I have very good taste.
- I don't like people with taste.

Girl after my own heart.
I only meant good taste in women.

- Well, in that case...
- Secondly, you teach a class.

And I've always been terribly
intimidated by teachers.

Particularly sexology teachers.

Is that even a word, "sexology"?

Oh, yeah. There's a word
for everything these days.

You teach a course
on how to act like a porn star in bed.

- That's a great title by the way.
- Thank you.

- How'd you come up with it?
- Came to me in the shower,

which is where most of my ideas
come from, which is why I'm so clean.

- You just made that up, didn't you?
- I do like the resonance of it though.

You know what I mean?

I've always liked people who can
describe the world in their own way.

Well, now you're just
blowing smoke up my ass.

An expression I never
understood entirely or wanted to.

- Still, can we do this again sometime?
- The coffee part or the other part?

- Let's start with the coffee.
- I don't know, you talk a lot.

I don't have to.
I can just sit here and not say a word.

- I thought you said you didn't lie.
- Too late to choose the other part?

I'll see you around.

Oh, what about the song?
I told you, you could pick one.

Right.

I'll take this one.

Thank you, Dellwood.

Good luck to you.

As I said, Miss Luxx, call me Dell.

Just leave me alone!

Eleanor. Goddamn it, wait.
Don't take the keys.

Why does she always
have to be so dramatic?

I'm sorry.

Nothing I ain't seen before.

- I'm Jimmy.
- I know.

- Has she said something about me?
- I've heard her crying.

What is it with me and elevators?

Power has been going
on and off all day.

- You've heard her crying?
- I'm right above you guys.

She's been talking amazing
amounts of shit behind my back.

But she's the one cheating on me,
you know, with her mother's gardener.

Would I make that up?
It sounds like a bad porno.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't...

No apology necessary.

I've never seen your work,
but I pass no judgment.

I can't believe this.

This is kind of like
a bad porno too, you know.

You know, like, a naked guy stuck
in an elevator with a chick who,

no offense,
is hot as balls.

- Things could be worse.
- Sure.

It could be a naked guy
who talks a lot.

I'm sorry. I...

I'm just having a...

That was so rude. You're...

You're sweet.

I followed her out to her
mom's estate a few weeks back.

I'm not proud of it,
but I get jealous.

Her mom's loaded
and they fight all day long.

You should have seen Eleanor,

strutting past these gardeners
like she has a bell for an ass.

Puts these guys in a trance. Leaves
blowing all over the driveway.

It's a sickness
with that girl.

The second I saw her,

she just knocked the
architecture right out of my legs.

- Love.
- Love.

When we're not in love, we're
miserable wishing we were in love.

And when we are in love, we're
miserable that love isn't enough.

You said it.

It's not like
we don't have enough information.

Every song and book and movie
out there is about love.

Still, it fucks up
just about everybody.

You don't have a sister by chance?

I do, actually.

- Cute?
- Twin, identical.

No kidding.
Like in that movie you did?

How would you know?
You've never seen my work.

That's okay.

I was a little offended.

So, what does she do?

She's a criminal.

The irony is she never got caught
doing anything when we were kids.

I was always grounded, mostly
for chasing the neighbor's chickens

till they passed out.

You look like crap.

How are you holding up?

I wanted to bring you a book,
but they wouldn't let me,

so I brought plain old cash.

They don't allow books.

You can dip a page in acid, sell off
little squares for a bunch of money.

I keep trying your lawyer. He never
calls me back. Is he doing anything?

He's a goofball. He says they'll
move me, and that's a good thing.

- What about the appeal?
- Tell me about Hollywood.

Is it decadent and wonderful?

I don't really know.
I work in the Valley.

But there's an endless supply
of empty warehouses.

You're getting
more and more famous.

- Yeah, I guess.
- Don't be so modest.

Staff members started
taking my picture while I shower.

- They can do that?
- They do whatever they want.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- I don't mind so much.

They just sort of stand there,
stare, drool and leave.

You're not spending it
all up your nose?

No.

Look at me.
Trying to be a good example.

- You eating?
- Yeah. You?

Get up every morning at 5:30
for breakfast.

It's either pancakes with no syrup,
French toast with no syrup,

three kinds of eggs,
or shit on a shingle.

That's chipped beef and gravy
on toast.

We got lima beans
three times a day.

The Honor Ranch planted
a bumper crop of lima beans,

so we got them
coming out of our ears.

Lima-bean stew, in Jell-O,
creamed lima beans.

Jesus H.

You got a big following
with the Mexican girls.

They even asked me to make a movie
in here, but I turned them down.

- Did they try anything?
- They tried.

I had a couple of them.

The lisp is a bit of a magnet.
It gets worse when I get nervous.

- You can barely hear it.
- It's okay.

The cost of doing business
around here.

- Celia.
- They put me in the quiet room.

Eight days one time,
12 days the next time.

No matter who you think you are,
you never get used to that.

I gotta get you out of here.

Don't kid yourself. I'm not getting
out of here for a couple of years.

But when I do,
I am never coming back.

I'm moving to some beach somewhere
away from all the assholes.

I wanna drink myself silly,
eat shrimp cocktail

and get my nipples tanned
in the breeze.

- Oh, you hear about the old man?
- No.

Mom wrote saying the cocksucker
died last Christmas.

Heart attack.

Might've made it, but the ambulance
taking him to the hospital

ran a red light, got plowed
by a truck, finished him right off.

Like someone up there wanted
to make sure the job was done.

Celia.

Good riddance, huh?

Yeah.

Wasn't so bad.

So she ever get out?

Three years ago. Haven't
heard from her since.

Oh, hey, this is yours.

You can use my phone.
Call the locksmith.

Yeah, well, it's already
been like 30 minutes and...

Okay, I see.

Yeah, will do.

Thank you.

Mm-mm.

Can I ask you something?

You can ask.

What if I showed you
what a good neighbor I can be?

Then you should go.

What if I refuse?

I have a gun under my bed.

Prove it.

Go home to your wife, slick.

- I didn't mean anything by it.
- I know.

And please leave the robe.

- Can I ask you something else?
- You can ask.

When you look at Eleanor, does she
strike you as the cheating type?

No.

You think maybe I'm just imagining
all this stuff with the gardener?

I hope so.

What is this?

- What are you doing? No.
- Just let me finish this song.

- No.
- Olive, Olive.

- No.
- Back off!

- I'm fulfilling my manifest destiny.
- Back off!

No! Get off!

To the good life.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

- You made it.
- Please, come sit.

- How are you feeling?
- Much better. Thank you.

I am Michael Ortiz.

- I'm George.
- Holly.

You know,
you're a lot taller in person.

And you must be
the adventure capitalists.

Now, how is that different
from regular capitalists?

- That's very clever.
- You are funny.

- She's funny.
- I'm funny.

Would you like
something to eat or drink?

- Oh, yeah, let's take a look.
- All right.

- I didn't know you wore glasses.
- I'm blind as a bat.

I have a water retention problem
around my ankles. Ever get that?

It feels like there's an alien
under your skin. It's not intestinal.

Did Bambi tell you
what she's been going through?

- Is your stomach bothering you?
- I'm feeling fine.

She was up all night
with Montalban's revenge.

You mean Montezuma's?

After that actor from
Fantasy Island, right?

She's making another joke.

It's all these beans
these Mexicans serve.

Thank God I don't have
a problem with gas.

Bring me beans and beer,
everybody steer clear.

- Holly.
- Yes?

Come with me to the ladies' room.

- I don't have to go.
- Keep me company.

I just got here.

Did Bambi tell you about her
grandmother Lupita yet?

- No.
- I don't think they wanna hear this.

Why not?

You go take a piss
and I'll tell them the story.

Do you know that Bambi's real name
is Bambola de la Concepcion Paradis?

It is not.

- You're of Spanish descent?
- Half Spanish.

Just the really
filthy words like that.

Yeah, the only Spanish that I know is
mas cerveza and grande frijol.

"Big bean," it means.
Do you know that?

Don't look like you have a big bean.

- Holly.
- There's only one way to find out.

Anyway, Bambi's grandmother
was a total babe

in the South African nation of, um...

- What was it again?
- South America.

- Yeah, where was she from?
- Venezuela.

She won Miss Venezuela
like two or three times

and caught the eye of a general.

And these Hispanics are constantly,
I don't know, changing dictators

and overthrowing
governments and...

I don't know why I'm telling you.
You guys are both from "Hispain."

So anyway, this general had
a real hard-on for Lupita,

a young poet's wife.

He sent her elaborate gifts,
which she returned

until finally, he had her husband
arrested on fake charges

and then she made an appointment
to see him.

He made her wait all day
before she was let into his office.

Your husband is a fool. It's none of
my business if you live with a fool,

but if you wanna see him,
you'll bend to my wishes

...like the precious flower you are.
- You can't do this.

Your husband will rot in that prison
until you give yourself to me.

That will never happen.

Your words, not mine.

Exactly one month passed
with no word from her husband

when her brother was dragged
from his classroom

by the general's secret police.

The newspaper said he was part
of a conspiracy to kill the dictator.

You're tougher than your brother.
We broke him in half a day.

You could help him if you wanted to,
if you weren't so proud.

I think maybe you like this.

Maybe you've never been
touched by a real man.

Don't you wanna know what a night
of passion with a real man can do?

To tell you the truth,
I'm not even mildly curious.

I am the most
patient person I know, Lupita.

You ever read the Bible?

Listen to this.

"I am the door.

By me, if any man enter in,
he shall be saved."

That's St. John.

You can be like St. John
and be that door for me, Lupita.

Let me enter you.

Let me be saved by you.

It took another six weeks
and the arrest of her father

for Lupita to finally break.

She agreed to see the general
and do anything he asked her

as long as her family was spared.

I may not be the most honorable
man, but I keep my promises.

You will go to hell for this,
you know that.

I'm sure the sky will fall, snakes
and spiders raining on people.

Maybe not like that,

but justice is coming.

We will all pay for our sins.

Till then,
we do the best that we can.

I didn't do all this to hurt you.

I did this because I can't
help myself around you.

It's your own fault for being
God's most perfect creature.

My mother once told me:

"If you're going to be a whore

you might as well
be a high-priced whore."

She'd be very proud of you today.

Yes.

Yes.

Because I am not a whore.

And the next day,

she was arrested
and executed by a firing squad.

Is that true?

That is the true story
of Bambi's grandmother Lupita.

- Well, she's a real firecracker, huh?
- Yes.

I have to run to the little girls' room
because I'm bleeding like a stuck pig.

Be back.

Ticktock.

Yeah?

It's me.

Benjamin who?

Benjamin, my fianc�.
He's coming up.

- Who is this?
- Cora.

Where are you?

Downstairs in the car.
He said to wait for him here.

How did you find me?

Father McKinley, but there's no time.
Listen up.

- Wait. There's someone at my door.
- It's Benjamin.

He recognized you from the video,
so he asked me how I knew you,

and I decided to come clean
about the Nick Chapel incident.

It went wrong and somehow I told him
that you slipped me some Quaaludes.

What?

And you and the detective
are blackmailing me.

You what?

It was stupid but just go along
with it. He's mad as a hornet.

So you brought him to my place?

He's a mild-mannered man.
He's a birdwatcher for fuck's sake.

He recognized you. Your eye color
is a match for the Green-cheeked Conure.

- The what?
- It's a type of parrot. Go along with it.

I am begging you.

I will do anything you want me to
for the rest of my life.

You name it, I'll do it.
I'm begging you.

Miss Luxx,
do I look like a jerk to you?

Let me rephrase that.
Miss Luxx, I am not a jerk.

Under different circumstances,
you'd see right away.

I'm one of the least
jerk-type guys around.

And I figure you've met your share.
Am I right or am I out of line?

In the world that you've chosen
to sell your wares,

to apply your talents, to
present yourself as a commodity,

a vendible,

you've met some
not-so-nice guys.

Am I correct, Miss Luxx?

You can call me Elektra.

Can I? Because I don't
really know you, now, do I?

Well, no.

What we do know
is you're a phony.

- Excuse me?
- Is it not your job

to fake
the most intimate emotions?

Pleasure? Joy?

You're a phony.
Objectively speaking, yeah?

Among colloquials.

And if you knew my Cora like
I know Cora, and how could you?

You can't, but if you did, you would
know that she is a life enthusiast.

Well, I assure you that I've never...

Someone looking
to broaden her horizons.

Moral? Yes.

Not infallible.

And here you come,

a sex-industry celebrity,

charitable with your Quaaludes
and your drummer boyfriend,

and he preyed upon the fact
that it was his song

we listened to on our engagement
night. Did you know? No.

Yeah, we did.

His famous song. His power
ballad. What's it called?

"Set Me Free or..."

"Set Me on Fire or Set
Me Free, Silky Marie."

Yes. And you throw a lot of
sand in her eyes, don't you?

Pixie dust.

And suddenly, she wakes up in a
bathroom 20,000 feet in the air

with a drug casualty

in heavy turbulence

and you have the nerve
to blackmail her.

What kind of person are you?

Just so we're clear, you will
never get another penny from us.

I refuse to become your mule,

whatever it's called
in blackmailer's parlance,

in your vulgar patois.

I've never hit a woman, but if
you start bothering my fianc�e,

I will kick your ass
something serious.

Same offer goes
for your detective bitch.

I may look like
I have zero combat rating,

but trust me,

you don't wanna
tussle with me.

What kind of person am I?

I wish I had a clue, little one.

I didn't say that.

Girls, lunchtime.

You come back here.

They put me in the quiet room.

Eight days one time,
12 days the next time.

No matter who you think you are,
you never get used to that.

Please don't go, Dad.

The rock-music world is in shock
with the news that Nick Chapel,

drummer for the rock band
Midnight Love Parade,

has been found dead in the lavatory
of a commercial airliner.

You're so pretty,
you could be a movie star.

Come on, don't be scared.

- Don't be scared.
- Fuck. Shit. Oh, my God.

Hello, Elektra.

What are you?

- Are you?
- Yes, I am.

The actual Virgin Mary?

That whole thing
is blown out of proportion.

Mary is fine.

I'm hallucinating, right?

Am I dying? Is it a tumor?

No, I'm really here.

All right.

I'm gonna close my eyes

and when I open them
you won't be here.

"Snow white, sinful,
everything fits tight.

Nipples like 12-penny nails
dancing in the light."

This doesn't strike me
as hit-single material.

It's a first draft.
Needs a little work.

The entire lyric
is about your breasts.

He wrote one
about my ankles too.

But he didn't mean it like that.
It's just his way of...

Mary,

what are you doing here?

You're not happy to see me?

Oh, I am. Just...

I never imagined I'd
actually be talking to you.

Well, sure you did.
You used to talk to me every night.

- I did?
- "Dear Mary, Mother of Sorrows,

does anyone hide as many deep
secrets as I hide inside?"

And you were listening?

I'm here, aren't I?

Hm.

Dear Mary, Mother of Sorrows,

I've had kind of a tough day,
week, year.

I'm sorry to burden you
with my problems.

I'm sure you have more
important people...

Don't. People always do
that. They ask for help

and then say there's someone
else I should be helping.

I'm here.

Ask me anything you wanna know.

- Anything?
- As long as it isn't

the capital of South Dakota.

- Anything?
- Anything. Past, present or future.

Just one question, please.

People tend
to abuse this privilege.

Will my baby be healthy?

She's perfectly healthy.

She?

Strictly speaking,
I'm not supposed to do that.

Actually, I came to give you
a message.

What message?

Something good
is going to happen to you.

That's it?

Today. That's the important part.

Today.

Isn't today almost over?

It's not over yet.

I had such high hopes for my life
when I was little.

I just really thought it was all
gonna turn out different, you know.

It's how you do things,

not necessarily the things you do
that make you who you are.

What's your heart worth?

What?

A person's worth what their heart
is worth. You know that, don't you?

Don't confuse me even more.

You're not confused.
You're just afraid.

- I am so afraid.
- Of what?

A harmless little baby?

But what am I gonna tell her
when she grows up?

That her mom made her living
spreading her legs on camera?

What kind of example is that?

I can just picture
the other moms sneering

and their husbands making passes,
or maybe not even.

Maybe the baby weight
never comes off,

and I'm just
some fat ex-porn star

collecting unemployment, charging
for appearances at fan convention...

For one generation, it was the
assassination of a beloved president.

For another, the killing
of a peace-loving musician.

For the one after that, the suicide
of yet another peace-loving musician.

But for my generation
and that of my peers,

the shocking announcement
of Elektra Luxx's sudden retirement

from the adult-film industry
defined the end of an era.

A loss, not of innocence,
not exactly,

but a potentially
insurmountable loss, nonetheless.

I am Bert Rodriguez
from En Pelotas Magazine,

the adult Latin world's numero uno
source for breaking sexy news

and it is my duty,
sad as it may be,

to put into context
what is no longer rumor

but ice-cold fact.

For weeks we've held
our collective breath

and prayed that the rumor mill
was simply just milling.

But we must now face her
unexpected, Garboesque decision

to walk away from the spotlight.

Roberto?

What? I'm working.

That checkout girl is here again.

Let's take a break.

Thanks, compadre.

Trixie, with an X.

Yep.

- That Walton kid is cute.
- He's an innocent.

- Don't drag him into this.
- Into what?

Just saying he doesn't need to grow
up any faster than he already has.

- The world has enough grown-ups.
- You're in a funky mood.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.
I just can't seem to shake it.

You know, I even went to the cemetery
to remind myself that she's not dead.

- And?
- Oh, it didn't help.

I'm thinking of starting
a support group,

not just online but in person.

Like kindred spirits
going through it together.

Let's talk about something else.

I would if there was anything else.

So you wanna see the pictures?

Because I'm really nervous
about showing you these.

What pictures?

I told you
I was gonna get test shots.

Test shots?

Yeah, to see if I had what it takes.
You know, the "it" quality that...

Did Olive put you up to this?

No.

I've decided I wanna become
an Internet pinup.

Oh, wow.

Okay.

Well, this is a lot more eclectic
than you made it sound.

I look fat, don't I?

No, not at all.

You look, very... Wow, I can
almost see your kidneys in this one.

Yeah, the photographer said
that's a key pose

if you wanna make it out
of the amateur world.

You look
very contemplative here.

Yeah, it was a heck of a pose
to hold.

You don't think I look
a little bit like a squid?

No. No, not at all.

But, Trixie, I don't know
if you should necessarily

be going around
and showing these to just anyone.

I mean, they're very personal,
for lack of a better word.

You look beautiful.

It's not that. You...

Every part of you is...

It's very well-lit
and it's very well-manicured.

Are you blushing?

Yeah, it just got hot in here, right?

Are you a little, um,
flustered?

"Flustered." No. I'm...

Just feel a little strange,
don't you?

Just a little clammy maybe.

The a.c. hasn't been working

and, um, this whole
Elektra Luxx thing

has really hit me harder
than I've let on.

Can we not talk about Elektra
for a second?

Look at me.

I'm real and I'm here.

Yeah, I know. I'm not that out of it.

Here.

- Feel my heart.
- Very strong.

Beats all the way from here

to here.

So it does.

Oh, God.

Can't you see, Bert Rodriguez,
you ridiculous man?

I have zero interest

...in becoming an Internet pinup.
- You don't?

The only reason I come down here
is so that I can see you.

That's silly.

Trixie.

Yeah.

- No.
- Yeah.

But you said you never had
a best guy friend before

...and that meant a lot to you.
- Well, what can I say?

- But what about these pictures?
- They're for you.

For me? So you went
to some weirdo photographer,

some '70s throwback who
specializes in nude figure modeling

to take pictures just to show me?

No, actually, Olive took them.

- Olive? Bane-of-my-existence Olive?
- Yes.

I'm feeling a little fuzzy.

Oh-oh. No. You're not gonna
faint before you kiss me.

I'm not planning on fainting at all.

I'm just saying that I'm feeling
a little woozy because

I haven't eaten...

Bert? Bert?

Oh, fuck.

Well...

Well, you never know where
things will take you, do you?

I listen to your voice every day, Bert.

I recorded one of your goofy
streaming chats and edited it

so that instead of talking
about different pubic hairstyles

worn by porn stars, it says:

"You're an uncontaminated blossom
in a wilderness of evil."

Don't ask me what it means.

All I can say is that every morning,

I wake up to that voice
like Pavlov's dog.

A voice my clit recognizes instantly.

You tantalize me, Bert Rodriguez.

I wanna swallow you whole
and spit out the bones.

Do you wanna tell me what
the hell it is you think you're doing?

Going with the flow?
Being funny?

The idea is to show
these guys a good time.

- You mean your idea.
- Yes, Holly, my idea.

Seeing as your idea
is some bizarre attempt

at teaching these guys a lesson
in morals, I say go with mine.

And who made you boss?
Was there a vote?

- What is with you?
- I was gonna ask the same question.

What am I doing? Trying
to make us some money.

- Pimping me out.
- Pimping us both out.

Seeing as that's what
we do for a living.

- There's more to it than the money.
- Like what?

Maybe you've been getting pawed at
by pigs for so long

that you're actually starting
to like it.

Rest assured it's all an act.

Well, that's what you say.

- Who else is gonna say it?
- Now you're just trying to confuse me.

Because you know it's an act.
You're trying to hurt my feelings.

How do I know that?

How do you know that?

Because you know me better
than anybody, Holly.

You're my best friend.

- Am I?
- What is that supposed to mean?

Friends aren't supposed
to be embarrassed of each other.

- Who says I'm embarrassed?
- Nobody.

I'm the one
who's embarrassed.

You're embarrassed of me?
You've got a lot of nerve.

You can be embarrassed of me
but I can't be of you?

- I never said I was.
- You don't have to. I can tell.

Oh, stop it. It's not true.

Your word against mine.

Why would I
be embarrassed?

Because I'm not the sharpest stool
in the shed.

Where does it say I wanna hang out
with the sharpest tool in the shed?

"Tool," sorry.

No need to apologize.

So you struggle with big words.
Big deal.

"Tool" is not a big word.

Well, it's not an everyday word.

Unless you work
at a hardware store.

Maybe I should get tested.

Tested for what?

To see if I'm acoustic.

- Autistic?
- That.

Holly, you're not autistic.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I never understand
what anybody's talking about.

It's like the entire world got handed
an instruction manual except for me.

I think sometimes
you're easily distracted.

Mostly around you.

What do you mean?

- I think I'm distracted by you.
- Great. It's my fault again.

Not like that.

It's just because you're...

You're so pretty and smart

and generous and funny and kind.

Well, I'm not all that kind.

I know how much patience it takes
to hang around me. I do.

I love you, Bambi.

I love you too.

Okay.

What do you say
we take a deep breath,

we go back out there
and we show these guys...

No, not like I like you, I mean...
Which I do.

I'm in love with you.

I know you don't feel
the same way,

but I couldn't go on another second
without telling you.

- I think you're a little drunk.
- I've never been this sober in my life.

Holly, we're not even gay.

- Neither are you.
- That's my point.

No, it's not about being
straight or gay, okay? I just...

Yeah, I love you.

I've never been clearer
about anything.

- This is ridiculous.
- I know.

Are you serious?

But I mean... I don't under...

I mean, this is retarded.

What are we supposed to do,
go out on a date?

Maybe.

So you wanna
have sex with me?

I mean, I dream about it
almost every night.

Holly, you're making me blush.

I'm telling you the truth.

So the dream about the pony?

I'm afraid of ponies.

But I am wet
with indecent happiness for you.

- Really?
- Really.

- What about men?
- What about them?

I'm gonna need penis
once in a while.

- Who doesn't?
- Who doesn't?

Look, I'm not saying yesterday
I'm sucking cocks like a madwoman,

and today I forgot
about the whole thing, it's just...

The person that I wanna be with
night and day is you.

The rest will sort itself out.

- This is crazy.
- I know.

- It doesn't make sense.
- Doesn't have to.

No, we might really regret this
in the morning.

I don't care. I don't care.

Sorry, I couldn't wait
any longer.

My mother-in-law's
probably cracking jokes

about how it's taking
me so long in here.

"Beans, beans, beans.

What is this country's obsession
with putting beans in everything?"

- Howdy, partner.
- Hey.

Where's your mom?

She dropped me off.
She was late for a date.

- By the way, your elevator is broken.
- Still?

How was your day?

Disaster. You?

Same.

What happened?

Just perfected a skill for
pissing everybody off these days.

A skill is a skill. Don't knock it.

- Smoke?
- I thought you quit?

Another resolution I couldn't keep.

Thank you.

I tracked down my dad.

He's in Arizona State serving
a nickel stretch on a robbery charge.

Are you gonna visit him?

I'm gonna start with a letter,
go from there.

Yeah, that's a sensible thing to do.

Fathers are way complicated.

Can I ask you something?

Anything.

If you only retain 23 percent of what
you learn in high school, what's it for?

It's like a test run for life.
You know, how to deal with people.

- Mean people.
- Mostly mean people.

- Were you popular in high school?
- I was a total misfit till I was a senior,

...then I got a little too popular.
- What changed?

I was a late developer.

Intellectually speaking.

You are a riot.

Look, I know you've
heard this before,

but if you peak in high school,
you're done.

The less you fit in now, the better
chance you have at a happy life.

What was your day disaster?

- Totally child inappropriate.
- Sex, drugs, murder?

- No drugs involved.
- Jesus!

Are the cops gonna come
busting in any second?

That's freaky.

Probably your mom
forgot something.

Mrs. Turner?

Do you realize
your elevator isn't working?

Yes, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry to bother you at home.
May I come in?

- Um, of course.
- All right.

Charlotte, this is my friend
Mrs. Turner.

No. No, it isn't.

Charlotte.

This is Rebecca Linbrook.
I've read all your novels.

Aren't you
a little young for them?

Rebecca Linbrook,
the mystery writer?

- That's me.
- I read one of your books.

The one that got turned into that movie
with what's-his-name as the detective.

Alan Rickman. The ending was
way better in the book.

Have to agree with you there,
young lady.

Why did you tell me
your name was Mrs. Turner?

Well, uh, may I?

Yes.

You have to understand I haven't
done my own research for years.

I usually hire someone else
to do it for me.

But there was something
intriguing about your ad.

The ad in the paper
about your class.

And I felt compelled
to check it out myself.

I'm not sure I follow.

She's been coming to your class
posing as a student

to write a character based on you.

- You have?
- In so many words.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Well, awful, I should think,

when I tell you what sort of character
I was looking for.

What sort of character?

Something lurid, I bet.

A fallen woman.
A future murder victim, perhaps?

Charlotte, please.

A desperate woman
on a downward spiral.

She was once
a very famous adult-film star.

Now she's being cast in mother roles
which, of course, her ego can't take,

so she decides to start a class
at a community center,

unwittingly attracting a stalker

with ties to her past.
I never got cast in mother roles.

Maybe he's a jilted ex-boyfriend or the
deformed janitor at her old high school.

- She has a twin she never talks about.
- I have a twin sister.

- I spoke with her.
- You spoke with my sister?

I always wanted a twin sister.
I used to check under my bed.

- I didn't tell her what it was about.
- Why did you speak with my sister?

- Like I said, character background.
- I think you better go now.

Oh, no, no, no. There's no reason
to be scared or uncomfortable.

I'm telling you all of this

precisely because I am not writing
a character based on you anymore.

You're not?

Absolutely, categorically not.

What changed
your mind?

I needed a femme fatale.
A tragic figure.

And you just kept changing
my perception of the character

so then I became interested
in you.

I became intrigued
with how positive you remain

even having led such a sordid life.

It takes more than willpower.

It takes gusto
to remain that stubborn.

- I can't tell if you're making fun of me.
- I don't think she is. Look at her eyes.

Charlotte, um, will you let us talk
in private for a moment?

Sure thing.
Nice meeting you, Miss Linbrook.

Nice meeting you too, Charlotte.

Quite honestly, I'm afraid of children.
They're everywhere.

I know what you mean,
but Charlotte's all right.

So how can I help you?

Do you have any Scotch?

Sorry, I don't.

That's all right.

I'm a lone wolf, Elektra.

I've become more and more
secretive the older I get.

It's not really my nature.
It's this rotten fame as a novelist.

I've learned to talk a lot, but I never
really reveal anything about myself.

To be quite honest,
I've had a bit of a day.

I had a terrible fight with my daughter,
whose boyfriend lives below you,

technically her husband now.
That's how you came onto the radar.

I saw you coming out of that
limousine with that rock star.

- Wait, Eleanor is your daughter?
- Yes.

Yes, and I love her desperately,
but she's just so spoiled.

It's just impossible.

Stop. I don't know what it is,

but everybody has this bizarre
compulsion to tell me their problems.

I know I look wise and enlightened,
but I cannot help you whatsoever.

I am a total mess myself.

I know. I know.
You're pregnant and you're broke

and you're in terrible debt
with the IRS

and you don't have
any real career prospects.

Well, you don't have to put it
like that.

How do you feel
about self-help books?

- I hate them.
- Same here.

They only help the person
that writes them.

- I couldn't agree with you more.
- Right.

With all due respect, you are
going somewhere with this, right?

Oh, yes, I want to write a book
about your class.

About my class?

When a woman reaches my age,
Elektra...

Well, when a woman my age
writes mysteries,

everybody automatically assumes
that you're a lesbian,

but in my case,
there's this cruel irony

in that when one finally figures out
how the equipment works,

then all the men are dying
or they're chasing teenagers.

In fact, none of my friends
would ever guess

that I am dating
my Filipino landscaper, Lamberto,

20 years my junior.

And by "dating,"
I mean we mostly stay in bed.

And all of that is due to you,
my dear.

I want to write a self-help book
that actually helps.

I've already spoken
to my publisher about it.

What did they say?

He wrote you an advance.

That's a lot of zeros, isn't it?

That's just the start.

Are you?

Is this real?

Oh, of course. Of course, sometimes
good things happen to good people.

Today, something good
is happening to you.

What did you say?

I sell a lot of books, Elektra.

And when a world-famous author
decides to dip her feet

into the waters
of the self-help arena,

well, let's just say
that my esteemed publisher

will move mountains
to make sure it's a bona fide hit.

Especially something as titillating
and spiritually healing as:

How to Act Like a Porn Star in Bed.

Swell title, by the way.

Thank you. It came to me
while I was in the shower.

- We're gonna have to change it.
- Oh, yeah?

Yes, something a little catchier
with a little ring to it. Maybe:

Women in Ecstasy.

Woman in Ecstasy.

Yes, how's that roll off your tongue?

I like it.

Yeah?

You know, they say all it takes
to survive bad fortune

is decent manners.

But good fortune,
that takes character.

You're going to be a very
rich woman, Elektra Luxx.

Better make sure
your head's on right.

As right as it's ever gonna be.

To Women in Ecstasy.

To Women in Ecstasy.

"When you begin to mount the edge
of the most fantastic shivering spasm,

it's not bad form
to look him in the eye and say:

'I don't know where I'm going,
but if you move, I will kill you.'

And if you're with a woman,
you might compliment her hair.

Nothing makes us more insecure,

even with our ankles
behind our ears,

than our hair looking all funny."

Chapter two: "How to Seduce
Just About Anything that Moves."

Which is a good place
for us to stop.

You will have to buy the book
to find out.

Oh, hey, Jean, how
lovely of you to come.

Of course. I started talking dirty
to my husband in the act.

It's completely changed
the way we communicate.

Not just in the bed, all the time.

Turns out I have a real flair
for coming up with the filthiest things.

- He can't get enough.
- That is great, dear, whatever it takes.

Thank you.

- Lamberto.
- Excuse me, sir.

The only merchandise she's signing
is the book.

- Bert?
- Hi, Elektra.

Oh, he's okay, Lamberto.
How are you doing?

Very good, very good. How are you?
You look so curvaceous.

Oh, well, I'm about to explode.

- How is the website doing?
- Very good.

We have a new layout
for easier site navigation.

- My girlfriend, Trixie, designed it.
- You have a girlfriend?

Six months. She helped me through a
hard time. Would you like to meet her?

- Yeah. Of course.
- Yeah? Yeah.

- Hi.
- Hi, Trixie. I'm Elektra.

- I've heard so much about you.
- You can't prove any of it.

Oh, it's all good, don't worry.

Yes, Elektra, well, first off,
congratulations on this epochal event.

Your debut,
it's sure to be a bestseller.

We have links on our website
to almost every online retailer

...that carries the book. Yeah.
- That's so nice of you.

Go on, ask her.

- What?
- Well, now that you're pregnant,

there's been unprecedented
chat-board speculation

since you're so famously
naturally endowed

as to exactly how much bigger
your breasts have gotten.

And we conducted a poll
guessing actual measurements,

but I promised
I'd make an inquiry.

If it's not too offensive to ask.

Yeah, uh, Miss Luxx, he means
it in the most innocent way.

Water...

- You wanna take a water break?
- No, no, no. That's not what I mean.

Oh, you want us
to get you some water.

No, no, no. I don't need any water.
I think my water just broke.

- Your what?
- My water just... It broke.

Holy Jesus, her water broke.
Oh, my God. Are you gonna be okay?

Call a cab.
Put this in the trunk flat, not folded.

- Yeah. Excuse me.
- Oh, my God.

- I have a car. I can bring it around.
- Dell?

- I'll get you to a hospital.
- Sure?

Yes, I'm sure.
Come on, work with me.

Please don't drop me.

Elektra Luxx, I would die
a happy man before I drop you.

Let's go get this baby born.

Come on, people,
work with me here.

Watch Elektra Luxx in her farewell
to the adult-motion-picture industry.

You wanna play games?

I like games.

When I ask you a question,
you'll know.

Doing everything
you want her to be doing.

Lose everything.

Except the boots, captain.

Women.

Good. I was tired of sheep.

She's a special agent
in the Old West in a town with no rules.

Barkeep, bring me a stiff one.

What about the parole board?

I am the parole board.

I see.

Are you man enough
to ride this saddle?

Assigned to protect
a murder witness.

She'll do whoever it takes
to get the job done.

Gosh, I'm so hungry
I could eat a horse.

Try me instead. I taste better.

Hot dog.

I will turn you into manure.

I bet you can't even spell it!

Come here.

You were right.

Tastes like honey.

The harder things get in this mission,
the more she comes through

and she's not coming alone.

Whoa, Nelly!

My daddy's home.

So join Holly Rocket,

Venus Azucar,

Follow me.

Sabrina Capri,

Jimmy Cojones,

...and the legendary Elektra Luxx
- Giddyup, horsy.

in a film by award-winning director
Alan Lickman.

Even Reverse Cowgirls
Get the Blues.

Coming soon as an exciting digital file
to download everywhere.