Pam & Tommy (2022): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
‐ I am karma...
and I'm a bitch.
♪ ♪
Can you play Hi‐8?
I want in.
I can really help you
go big with this thing.
You do wanna go big
with this thing, right?
‐ Yes, I do.
You just worry
about getting the tapes out.
All right?
Leave the rest up to me.
‐ My monologue‐‐it's cut?
‐ We just thought
it was stronger wordless.
‐ A drop more wedgie,
please, Katie.
That's great.
‐ Bless us with the body
and soul of a child.
Ahh, honey!
I don't care
how big his dick is.
I can't show it to everybody
without releases, so fuck off.
‐ Nobody is ever getting rich
off a celebrity sex tape,
okay?
‐ What if we sold it somewhere
that nobody could ever find us?
‐ A what site?
‐ Website.
This thing on the computer
people will go to,
and they will order the tape
directly from us.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Waiting for
the break of day ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Searching for
something to say ♪
‐
♪ Dancing lights
against the sky ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Giving up I close my eyes ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Sitting cross‐legged
on the floor ♪
♪ 25 or 6 to 4 ♪
♪ ♪
Oh, my God.
Oh, oh, fuck me, baby.
That's a gestational sac.
That's the yolk sac.
Oh, my God. What is that?
‐ That?
That's the embryo.
That's your baby.
‐ Dude.
Uh...oh, my God.
‐ Oh, hey, little peanut.
Oh, it's me, Mommy.
‐ Oh, my God.
That's in‐‐that is in here!
‐ Nice to meet you.
‐ This is...
See that flicker?
‐ No way.
‐ Is that...
The heartbeat.
‐ It's a nice steady beat.
‐ Is it healthy?
It sounds‐‐it sounds healthy.
It's perfect.
‐ It's like a little 4/4,
you know,
like "Kickstart My Heart."
Whoo!
♪ One, two...♪
‐ Oh, he's perfect.
♪ One, two, three ♪
‐ Guess what, fuckers?
I'm gonna be a dad...
on purpose!
‐ Anybody thirsty?
‐ Aah!
♪ Wake up, kids ♪
♪ We got the dreamer's
disease ♪
♪ Age 14, they got you down
on your knees ♪
♪ So polite, we're busy
still saying please ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Frenemies, who when
you're down ain't your friend ♪
♪ Every night we smash
a Mercedes‐Benz ♪
Excuse me.
Is Erica around?
‐ Oh, I don't know.
Kitchen maybe.
♪ ♪
♪ But when the night
is falling ♪
♪ You cannot find the light ♪
♪ Light ♪
Erica around here?
Yeah, she's out there.
‐She's out the back.
Thank you.
♪ Hold tight ♪
♪ You got the music in you ♪
♪ Don't let go ♪
♪ You got the music in you ♪
♪ One dance left ♪
♪ This world is gonna
pull through ♪
♪ Don't give up... ♪
‐ That the new one?
‐ Ohh.
What are you doing here?
I actually came here
lookin' for you.
‐ What is that?
‐ It's the 400 bucks I owe you.
‐ For what?
‐ For Thanksgiving, '91.
The carving knife, remember?
The urgent care visit?
‐ Oh, shit.
Yes, wow.
Right.
Oh, you don't have to do that.
‐ I know, but I can, so I did.
‐ You can? You can?
Yeah.
Do you remember the thing
I was alluding to at dinner
the other night?
‐ I do.
It's going well.
‐ That's great, Rand.
‐ Like, very well.
‐ Oh, that's great.
So does that mean that
we can finally get divorced?
‐ No.
I‐‐I don't have enough
for that yet.
I have $400, not 8,000.
You enjoying it so far?
‐ Hmm?
‐ The book.
‐ Oh, oh, oh, oh.
I'm only, like, 30 pages in.
‐ Second favorite
after Lestat.
‐ Body Thief.
‐ Oh, no.
‐ Body Thief,
Queen of the Damned
close second.
‐ Damned I will give you.
Damned is up there.
‐ You know,
I have you to blame
for this obsession.
Do you remember that day
you showed up
with that huge stack?
‐ Yeah.
‐ All of them.
‐ How could I forget?
‐ Well, I should go.
‐ Yeah.
Thank you for this.
‐ No problem.
I'm down here in the Valley
for a few days
on a little scouting trip.
Krystal,
l‐let me ask you something.
How would you like to do porn
and not have to fuck
disgusting, sweaty men?
H‐how would you like to do porn
and not have to fuck
anyone at all?
There's my card.
Internet Entertainment Group?
We're a technology
slash entertainment company.
‐ Excuse me.
Did I hear you just mention
the internet?
‐ I did.
‐ Rand Gauthier.
Ah, Seth Warshavsky.
‐ Seattle.
Let me guess‐‐Webcams.
‐ Uh, very good, yeah.
They say it's the future
of porn.
‐ And I would agree with them.
Yeah,
personally I'm not a believer.
‐ No?
No, the image quality
is awful.
They take forever to load.
‐ Mm, well, I see.
‐ Yeah, you know,
If I'm a guy looking
to rub one out
am I gonna wait a half an hour
for some choppy,
grainy video to load
when I can just pop
"Backseat Bangers 5"‐‐
which is a classic‐‐
in the VCR?
I'm going to jack off
in seconds.
Also, if they ever
actually invent
these 56K modems
they keep talking about,
the image quality, it's not
going to be nearly as good
as a good old‐fashioned VHS.
‐ Well, you clearly know a lot
about this stuff, so...
‐ Yeah, you know,
as a technophile
and former porn star,
I am uniquely positioned
to talk about this.
‐ Well, I'm sorry to hear
you think cyberporn's
bullshit.
‐ No, see, I don't.
I actually think technology
has the power
to revolutionize porn,
but I think you have
to be smart about it.
Look, I can't get
into specifics,
but I am currently harnessing
the power of the web
in a way that has
never been done before.
‐ Wow.
Good for you, Dan.
‐ Rand.
‐ Good luck
with your brilliant,
world‐changing idea.
Yeah.
‐ Dick.
Ahh!
Harder!
Breakfast time.
Mmm, baby, it smells amazing.
I like that.
Follow the smell.
‐ Ooh!
You ready?
Ahh.
‐ Can you tell what that is?
Fucking Mickey Mouse.
Pop a squat.
All right, I used
the special whole‐grain batter,
a little extra nutrish
for the peanut.
‐ Baby.
‐ Let me get you some OJ.
Mmm, it's delicious.
‐ Pure Premium, baby.
Only the finest.
Ahh!
Shit.
Mm.
‐ Ohh.
You know what?
This is way too precious
to leave out.
I'll be back.
‐ What? Where are you going?
♪ ♪
‐ What the fuck?
♪ ♪
Uh, an AK‐47,
FNC assault rifle,
nickel‐plated Colt Commander
.45, mother of pearl grips,
a Rolex, a, uh, uh,
Cartier watch,
pair of gold cufflinks
and this, like,
big‐ass ruby and diamond cross.
Um, what else?
Um...a wedding bikini.
Yeah, white.
God damn it.
‐ A wedding bikini?
White.
Anything else?
Um...
‐ Oh...Tommy.
‐ Hold on a second.
‐ We'll be right outside.
‐ What's up?
‐ The tape.
‐ What tape?
‐ You know...the tape.
‐ Oh.
‐ Wait, wasn't it in there?
Yes. Yes, I‐I, um,
I‐I told you I was nervous,
and then you said‐‐you said
you put it in the safe.
‐ Shit.
Think it was.
Ohh...
‐ It was.
‐ Oh, God.
‐ You know what?
Don't worry about it, baby.
They're gonna get it all back.
‐ Yeah.
‐ They're gonna get it
all back.
Guys!
Um...
Actually, there was
this one other thing.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Like a tape.
‐ A tape?
‐ Like a videotape.
‐ Like a movie?
‐ Kinda...home movies.
‐ Okay.
Yeah.
I, um‐‐‐‐
I trust that this is gonna be
a top‐priority case for, uh,
for you guys.
‐ Uh, we'll keep our ears open
if anything pops up,
but burglaries
don't get solved that often.
‐ Hmm. Wait. So‐so what‐‐
so what you're saying is
you're not even gonna try
to get our stuff back?
Sir,
we're just trying to manage
your expectations.
‐ Well,
somebody broke into our home
and took our shit,
our own personal, private shit.
Yeah, look,
the number of burglaries
per day, it's up there.
‐ Yeah.
I don't care about
other robberies.
Mr. Lee.
‐ I care about mine.
I pay more fucking taxes
that I could own
your fucking precinct.
‐ Mr. Lee, we're done here.
‐ We'll let you know
if we find anything.
‐ Really, dude?
Whatever.
Babe, there's fucking guns
in there, jewelry.
I mean, who's gonna bother
with some stupid unmarked tape?
‐ I know, but if somebody
plays that thing, Tommy...
‐ Nobody's gonna play it.
And‐‐and they couldn't,
even if they wanted.
It's Hi‐8.
Who the fuck has Hi‐8?
Yeah.
God, but I feel...
fuckin' violated.
Uggghhh.
Don't you?
‐ Violated?
‐ Yeah.
You don't?
‐ I mean, I feel more...
pissed.
We'll get it back.
Hey.
‐ Yeah.
‐ I promise.
We're gonna get it.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ All right?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Fuck the police.
Fuck the po‐lice.
Fuck the police!
We'll get our own guy.
‐ Wait. What do you mean?
What, like, um...
we get like a private‐‐
private investigator?
‐ A PI. Exactly.
Yes, that's great.
Who?
There's only two reasons
to steal a safe...
Money and revenge.
Money, that's tough.
That could be anybody,
so let's start with revenge.
Is there anybody
you had beef with lately?
Beef?
Anybody who hates you?
Maybe had a reason
to get back at you?
‐ Um...no.
No, I don't think so.
‐ What about you, Tommy?
‐ Who's got beef with me?
Uh...
Bret Michaels...
Axl Rose,
um, Blackie Lawless,
Lou Adler,
Gene Simmons,
fucking David Geffen.
‐ Okay.
‐ Mickey Rourke.
Yeah.
Richie Sambora,
Jan Wenner, Bob Rock.
‐ Got it.
‐ C.C. DeVille, John Stamos.
‐ John Stamos?
‐ Fuckin' asshole.
‐ Wow.
The police report says
the surveillance footage
was destroyed.
Is there anybody who had
access to your security system,
where it is?
Well, just us.
Just me and Pamela.
Right.
‐ Who installed it?
‐ Some dude,
this fuckin' dipshit carpenter.
‐ Dipshit carpenter?
‐ Oh, yes, he was
working on our house.
‐ Yeah, I canned his ass.
‐ For what reason?
‐ For the reason he was doing
a shitty‐ass job,
so shitty
I didn't even pay him.
‐ What?
You never paid him?
‐ No.
‐ When was the last time
you saw this guy?
‐ A couple of days
after I fired him.
‐ And what were
the circumstances?
‐ He showed up
trying to get his tools back.
‐
Did you give them back?
‐ Of course.
‐ After coming to my house
without permission?
Fuck no.
I almost smoked his ass.
‐ What?
Smoked his ass?
Yeah, I put a shottie
in his face and said,
"Get the fuck off my property."
Okay.
Let me do some digging here.
‐ ♪ Rusted
chains of prison moons ♪
♪ Are shattered by the sun ♪
♪ I walk a road ♪
♪ Horizons
change the tournament's ♪
♪ Begun ♪
♪ The purple piper
plays his tune ♪
♪ The choir ♪
♪ Softly sings ♪
♪ For the court
of the crimson king ♪
Hello?
Hi.
Ow! Fuck me!
‐ Where's the tape?
What?
‐ Where the fuck is the tape?
What tape?
Oh, fuck.
Augh! Ahh!
‐ You know what fucking tape.
What are you
talking about, man?
‐ Just tell me where it is.
It'll make this a lot easier.
Am I getting warm? Am I warm?
Am I warm? Am I warm?
I don't know, man!
‐ Is it over here?
Fuck is this shit?
It's King Crimson, man.
Oh, that's a first pressing.
Ohh...
‐ What I did to that record
I will do
to your fat, stupid face.
‐ Oh, God, no.
Dude, dude, please, please.
‐ I'm going to ask you again.
Knock it off
or I'm calling the cops.
I'll do it, Rand.
I'm calling the cops right now.
Shh.
‐ Good, call them‐‐fuck you.
‐ Shut your fuckin'...
Okay.
I'm calling the cops now.
Pfff!
‐ I'll be back,
and you better have
that fucking tape.
Oh, fuck.
Hello.
Hey, Miltie.
Thank God you picked up.
I can't
get to the phone right now.
Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to you.
‐ Um a‐are you there?
Are you there, man?
Are you there?
If you're there,
please pick up, dude.
Please, I need to talk
to you, man.
Fuck!
‐ Oh...
♪ ♪
Hey, man.
Hey.
How's it going?
Good. And you?
Good.
200 of them there?
Yeppers.
Fuck.
I got that shit.
You do?
‐ Well, mine ain't got
the nice packaging.
It's just the tape.
‐ It showed up
in the mail without the box?
It didn't get mailed.
‐ How did you get it?
‐ No refunds now.
No refunds.
Hey, check out the tape
right here.
Everybody, Pamela Anderson
right here.
Triple‐X.
I got you.
The sequel next time, huh?
That's what's up.
Hey, yo.
‐ Hey, what up, homie?
‐ How much these puppies for?
‐ Hey, for you, 1 for 30,
2 for 50.
Mind if I check 'em out?
‐ Yeah, go ahead, bro.
It's nice, huh?
Good stocking‐stuffer.
‐ What you're doing is wrong.
‐ Excuse me.
‐ These do not belong to you.
‐ All right, look, dude.
‐ No, no, no.
You look, dude.
You have no right
to be selling these.
You are profiting off
of somebody else's
considerable risk and labor,
which is probably illegal
but is definitely unethical.
So unless you want
a major problem on your hands,
you're going to pack up
the bootleg shit,
and you're going to get out of
the Tower Records' parking lot.
‐ Ha ha, oh, shit.
You're fucking with me,
right, dawg?
Oh, what are you,
the porn police?
‐ Maybe I am.
‐ Mr. Ethical. Ha.
Get the fuck out of here,
dawg.
‐ Enjoy it while it lasts.
This whole operation's
getting shut down, man.
Fuck your mom, sir.
Have a good day.
Hey, check out the tapes
right here, everybody.
‐ Fuck!
‐ It's him without a doubt.
Fucking knew it.
Oh, my God.
Are you sure? How do you know?
‐ One can tell these things.
Oh, my God.
You're gonna get it back,
right?
‐ I'll pop in tomorrow.
You'll probably have it back
by the weekend.
Oh, my God.
Yes! Yes!
Thank you so much,
Mr. Pellicano.
We really fucking
appreciate it.
You have no idea.
‐ It's fun.
Ahh, come here.
Whoo! Yeah! Yeah!
‐ Oh, what did I tell you?
‐ I know.
‐ Yes.
‐ Yes.
‐ I got to bounce.
I got a session with the boys.
I'll be back home around 8:00.
Yeah, but
I'm shooting late tonight.
‐ Aw, fuck, that's right.
‐ Yeah.
‐ I gonna miss you.
‐ Oh, my God.
Not as much as I'll miss you.
‐ Eskimo kiss.
Mwah!
‐ Ohh.
♪ ♪
Nam‐myoho‐renge‐kyo,
nam‐myoho‐renge‐kyo,
nam‐myoho‐renge‐kyo...
They're ready for you.
Coming.
Whoo!
Let's do this.
Hey, Evander!
Hey.
How's it going?
Everything's good.
Good weekend?
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, yeah?
How are those kids of yours?
Putting them up for adoption.
Oh, yeah.
Well, give them to me.
Give them to me.
I love you, Pamela!
I love you, Tommy!
Wow.
Fuck, you are so hot.
Tommy, when are you gonna
get me preggo?
I'm trying right now.
Oh, look at
my beautiful fucking husband.
You're so fucking hot.
‐ Dude.
♪ ♪
Whoo!
Baby, get in.
Fuck!
I love you so much.
I love you, lover.
God damn you rip...
♪ ♪
And then right on the
drop, that's where you come in.
Oh, okay. Three, four.
‐ Fuck!
Yeah, up to eight.
Yeah.
That's a big‐ass guitar.
What do you think, Nik,
Vince, yeah?
♪ ♪
Sorry, guys, could you
just give us a second?
Yeah, come on.
Now, please.
Sorry.
Hey, what's up?
‐ He's selling it.
‐ Huh?
‐ He's fucking selling it,
Tommy.
‐ One second.
‐ It's our tape.
‐ What the fuck?
Where'd you get this?
‐ They were watching it on set.
Just a bunch of camera guys
sitting around
watching us have sex.
‐ Holy shit.
‐ Jesus.
Do you have any idea
how humiliating it was?
‐ Motherfucker.
I mean, how many copies
of this are out there?
I mean, there could be dozens,
hundreds.
‐ What is this?
‐ What is what?
‐ This...http wha‐‐
‐ Well, that's a website.
They're making one
for Barb Wire.
‐ This is how
he's selling this?
‐ I don't know.
I really don't get it.
‐ Do we have a computer?
‐ We have a computer.
It's in the downstairs den,
but we don't have the Web.
You need this thing
you plug your phone into.
‐ Okay.
So who has it?
Where do we get the Web?
♪ ♪
Sex tape...
and period‐dot‐com.
O, M.
Enter.
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
‐ What the hell is this?
‐ I have no fucking idea.
‐ Oh my God, shit.
‐ Hold on, hold on, hold on.
What are you doing?
I wanna see
if there's a phone number.
There's not.
I don't see any.
There's no way to reach them.
Wait, look.
Purchase.
Should we click on it?
Enter.
‐ Wait‐‐
Oh, fuck.
Canada?
What?
He's in LA.
Yeah.
Well, maybe he's running it
through Canada
to avoid getting caught.
It's like a whole operation.
‐ It really is.
‐ There's no way
this guy's doing it by himself.
Dumbass couldn't mastermind
ordering a pizza.
‐ So who's helping him then?
Milton Ingley.
Low‐level porn producer
out of Van Nuys.
Rand did some features
for him back in the day.
Anal specialist.
Jesus.
‐ Are you fucking kidding me?
How did you find this out?
‐ I asked around.
Apparently, they pitched it
to half the Valley.
‐ Oh‐‐
‐ Hey.
Oh, my fucking God.
Jesus Christ!
‐ Where the fuck
do I find this guy?
‐ The phone book.
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, Tommy.
‐ Ha ha ha.
♪ ♪
Miltie.
Miltie, where the fuck
are you, man? Miltie?
Oh, he just left.
‐ Where did he go?
‐ I‐don't know, man.
♪ ♪
‐ What are you doing?
‐ Miltie asked me to help out.
‐ You fucking‐‐
you‐you‐you know?
‐ Oh, about the tape?
‐ Yeah.
‐ Totally.
‐ I told him
not to tell anybody.
‐ Oh, I don't know, man.
What's the guy's name,
Randy?
No, it's Rand.
Could you
please get the door for me?
Thank you.
Miltie, Rand...
Oh, Rand!
Whoa!
Yo, what the fuck?
Yo.
‐ Let's go have a little chat.
‐ The fuck‐‐
‐ Get in here.
Take a seat.
♪ ♪
‐ Tiny, this him?
Nice to meet you, Rand.
‐ Rand?
No, no, that's‐‐that's not me.
Rand just ran‐‐
Shut up.
♪ ♪
‐ Come on.
Come on!
Hey, Miltie.
‐ Rand?
‐ Thank God.
‐ What the fuck are‐‐
‐ Where the fuck
have you been, dude?
‐ Oh, I've been‐‐I've been
working from home.
What's up?
‐ Well, there‐‐there's a lot.
Um, okay, Tommy Lee,
he's onto us, man.
Some fucking goombah PI
just showed up.
He showed up‐‐he showed up
at my apartment.
He beat the fuck out of me.
He told me that if I didn't
give him the tape,
he's gonna fucking kill me.
And then a biker gang
shows up at the studio
looking for us, man.
And I get away, but‐‐well,
there's a guy at the studio.
He's working on the operation.
You hired him.
You didn't tell me.
You told me not to‐‐not
to fucking tell anyone, man.
And there's a guy who's selling
the fucking tape
in the Tower Records'
parking lot, dude.
Two for 50 bucks, man.
It's a good fucking deal.
That's it.
‐ Us?
‐ What?
‐ You said‐‐
you said looking for us.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Did you fucking
rat me out, Rand?
‐ No.
No, of course not, dude.
No, no.
‐ But they mentioned me.
Did they say my name?
‐ Yes, of course.
They showed up
at your studio, dude.
‐ Do you think
they followed you?
‐ I don't fucking know.
Can I come inside?
‐ No, no, no.
It's very messy.
I'd really rather you not.
‐ My place is gross.
I don't‐‐
‐ How do they know
I'm involved?
‐ I have no idea.
I don't know, man.
I don't know anything.
I don't know.
‐ Okay, okay, let's just‐‐
why don't you chill out?
‐ Okay, okay.
‐ Take it easy.
Take it easy.
I'm going to need you
to go back to the studio.
‐ What?
‐ Okay.
The location is compromised.
Okay, baby?
‐ What?
‐ You're going to need
to clean everything out.
Clean out every last copy
of that movie tape.
‐ Why me?
‐ You're operations.
‐ Everything's operations.
♪ ♪
♪ Sunset's come
to paint the sky ♪
♪ A new life begins
with a baby's cry ♪
‐ He's gone!
Power.
Bunnies,
come to the bunny patch.
♪ ♪
I'm so sorry.
Where were we?
‐ I am not your bunny.
‐ What's up?
‐ He's not here. Don't worry.
He'll turn up eventually.
‐ Baby, is that him?
I'm planning
to stop by the studio later...
‐ It's not there.
To see what I find.
‐ Come on.
That's not good enough.
Come on, let me talk to him.
Put him on speaker.
‐ Baby, he's on it.
Relax.
‐ No, I will not relax.
Mr. Pellicano, hi,
this is Pamela.
Hi, Pamela.
Huh, yeah.
You need to stop this guy
from selling the tape now.
This is urgent.
‐ Baby, you're being crazy.
What?
I'm not being crazy.
You're being chill.
You're being way too chill.
Every second that passes,
this tape could be spreading.
‐ Baby, we will get
it back, all right?
Every last copy‐‐
it's mail order.
They know exactly
who they ship to.
‐ But what about the people
that they shipped it to?
What if they made copies?
Come on.
‐ Just‐‐we got this, okay?
Let me handle it.
Yeah.
Okay, but you don't
seem to understand
what a big deal
this is to me.
‐ Like it's not
a big deal to me?
I'm on that tape
just the same as you.
‐ But this is worse for me.
I mean, this is way worse.
‐ How's this worse for you?
Why?
'Cause of your big career?
‐ No.
It's so much bigger
than mine?
‐ What? Tommy, it's not
because of my big career.
It's because I'm a woman.
Uh, I'm gonna
let you guys talk this‐‐
Fuck.
Listen to me, okay?
People are gonna think you're
cool for this, all right?
They'll be high‐fiving you
in the street.
Me, I'm going to get looked at
like a slut by the whole world.
‐ That's ridiculous.
It's not ridiculous.
It's true.
You don't know.
You have no idea.
You never have to fucking deal
with this stuff.
Tommy, you don't.
‐ I'm on your side, Pamela.
I want to get rid of the tapes
just as much as you do,
and we will end
this whole thing, all right?
I'm telling you.
This'll all be fine.
Besides it's not like
they're seeing anything
they haven't seen before.
‐ What did you say?
‐ I‐I just‐‐
‐ What the fuck
did you just say?
‐ I'm sorry.
That came out wrong.
‐ Oh, my God.
Leave.
What?
‐ Leave this fucking room
right now.
Pamela.
Leave
this fucking room right now.
‐ Come on, Pamela.
Get the fuck out.
♪ ♪
Oh, fuck.
♪ ♪
Hey, Tommy.
Yeah, I feel fine now, Tommy.
‐ I wanna check it out.
I want just to make sure.
‐ I'm telling you I feel good.
I feel fine.
Oh, shit.
‐ No shit.
Okay?
‐ Oh, God.
Yeah, I know.
‐ Fine.
Everything's fucking fine.
Ohh...
‐ Yep, yep, yep.
♪ ♪
‐ You did the right thing
by coming in.
‐ I feel‐‐I feel
much better now actually.
‐ I'm sure it's nothing.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Most likely
everything's fine.
♪ For a destination ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I realized quickly
when I knew I should ♪
♪ That the world was made up
of this brotherhood of man ♪
♪ For whatever that means ♪
♪ And so I cry sometimes
when I'm lying in bed ♪
♪ Just to get it all out
what's in my head ♪
♪ And I, I am feeling
a little peculiar ♪
♪ And so I wake in the morning
and I step outside ♪
♪ And I take a deep breath
and I get real high ♪
‐ Should we call my mom?
♪ "What's going on?" ♪
‐ I'm going to as soon
as we get home.
Pamela.
‐ Fuck off.
How are you feeling?
Are you okay?
Is there
something wrong, Pamela?
Are you okay?
Get the fuck
out of here.
Come on.
Get the fuck out of here‐‐hey!
Fuck off!
♪ What's going on? ♪
♪ And I say hey‐ey‐ey‐ey ♪
♪ Hey‐ey‐ey ♪
Hi, this is Rand Gauthier.
Please leave your number.
I'll call you back.
Thank you.
Hi, Rand, it's me, Miltie.
Uh, listen, just wanted
to let you know
I'm gonna pop on over
to Amsterdam for a few days.
Nothing to worry about.
Just wanna make a few tweaks
to the banking,
keep the IR you know what
off the scent.
‐ Smart.
Anyway, I have no doubt
you will hold down the fort
in my absence.
Great job clearing
out the studio.
All right.
Anyway, I will check...
♪ And now the purple
dusk of twilight time ♪
♪ Steals across the meadows
of my heart ♪
♪ High up in the sky
the little stars climb ♪
♪ Always reminding me
that we're apart ♪
‐ Fuck, he's not here.
♪ You wandered down
the lane and far away ♪
‐ Would you like
to see the cocktail menu?
‐ I would love to.
♪ Leaving me a song
that will not die ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Love is now the stardust
of yesterday ♪
♪ The music of
the years gone by ♪
Hey, uh, can I come in?
‐ Yeah.
Okay, thank you.
♪ Refrain ♪
♪ ♪
Pam, Tommy,
give me a big smile.
‐ God fucking damn it!
You want this fucking picture?
I'll give you
a fucking picture.
‐ Fucking‐‐
♪ The lonely night ♪
‐ Die!
You fuck!
♪ ♪
♪ The melody ♪
♪ Haunts my reverie ♪
♪ And I am once again ♪
♪ When our love
was new ♪
♪ And each kiss
an inspiration ♪
♪ ♪
♪ But that was
long ago ♪
♪ And now my consolation ♪
♪ Is in the stardust
of a song ♪
♪ Beside the garden wall ♪
♪ When stars are bright ♪
♪ You are in my arms ♪
♪ The nightingale
tells his fairytale ♪
♪ Of paradise
where roses grew ♪
♪ Though I dream in vain ♪
♪ In my heart it will remain ♪
♪ My stardust melody ♪
♪ The memory of love's ♪
♪ Refrain ♪
♪ ♪
and I'm a bitch.
♪ ♪
Can you play Hi‐8?
I want in.
I can really help you
go big with this thing.
You do wanna go big
with this thing, right?
‐ Yes, I do.
You just worry
about getting the tapes out.
All right?
Leave the rest up to me.
‐ My monologue‐‐it's cut?
‐ We just thought
it was stronger wordless.
‐ A drop more wedgie,
please, Katie.
That's great.
‐ Bless us with the body
and soul of a child.
Ahh, honey!
I don't care
how big his dick is.
I can't show it to everybody
without releases, so fuck off.
‐ Nobody is ever getting rich
off a celebrity sex tape,
okay?
‐ What if we sold it somewhere
that nobody could ever find us?
‐ A what site?
‐ Website.
This thing on the computer
people will go to,
and they will order the tape
directly from us.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Waiting for
the break of day ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Searching for
something to say ♪
‐
♪ Dancing lights
against the sky ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Giving up I close my eyes ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Sitting cross‐legged
on the floor ♪
♪ 25 or 6 to 4 ♪
♪ ♪
Oh, my God.
Oh, oh, fuck me, baby.
That's a gestational sac.
That's the yolk sac.
Oh, my God. What is that?
‐ That?
That's the embryo.
That's your baby.
‐ Dude.
Uh...oh, my God.
‐ Oh, hey, little peanut.
Oh, it's me, Mommy.
‐ Oh, my God.
That's in‐‐that is in here!
‐ Nice to meet you.
‐ This is...
See that flicker?
‐ No way.
‐ Is that...
The heartbeat.
‐ It's a nice steady beat.
‐ Is it healthy?
It sounds‐‐it sounds healthy.
It's perfect.
‐ It's like a little 4/4,
you know,
like "Kickstart My Heart."
Whoo!
♪ One, two...♪
‐ Oh, he's perfect.
♪ One, two, three ♪
‐ Guess what, fuckers?
I'm gonna be a dad...
on purpose!
‐ Anybody thirsty?
‐ Aah!
♪ Wake up, kids ♪
♪ We got the dreamer's
disease ♪
♪ Age 14, they got you down
on your knees ♪
♪ So polite, we're busy
still saying please ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Frenemies, who when
you're down ain't your friend ♪
♪ Every night we smash
a Mercedes‐Benz ♪
Excuse me.
Is Erica around?
‐ Oh, I don't know.
Kitchen maybe.
♪ ♪
♪ But when the night
is falling ♪
♪ You cannot find the light ♪
♪ Light ♪
Erica around here?
Yeah, she's out there.
‐She's out the back.
Thank you.
♪ Hold tight ♪
♪ You got the music in you ♪
♪ Don't let go ♪
♪ You got the music in you ♪
♪ One dance left ♪
♪ This world is gonna
pull through ♪
♪ Don't give up... ♪
‐ That the new one?
‐ Ohh.
What are you doing here?
I actually came here
lookin' for you.
‐ What is that?
‐ It's the 400 bucks I owe you.
‐ For what?
‐ For Thanksgiving, '91.
The carving knife, remember?
The urgent care visit?
‐ Oh, shit.
Yes, wow.
Right.
Oh, you don't have to do that.
‐ I know, but I can, so I did.
‐ You can? You can?
Yeah.
Do you remember the thing
I was alluding to at dinner
the other night?
‐ I do.
It's going well.
‐ That's great, Rand.
‐ Like, very well.
‐ Oh, that's great.
So does that mean that
we can finally get divorced?
‐ No.
I‐‐I don't have enough
for that yet.
I have $400, not 8,000.
You enjoying it so far?
‐ Hmm?
‐ The book.
‐ Oh, oh, oh, oh.
I'm only, like, 30 pages in.
‐ Second favorite
after Lestat.
‐ Body Thief.
‐ Oh, no.
‐ Body Thief,
Queen of the Damned
close second.
‐ Damned I will give you.
Damned is up there.
‐ You know,
I have you to blame
for this obsession.
Do you remember that day
you showed up
with that huge stack?
‐ Yeah.
‐ All of them.
‐ How could I forget?
‐ Well, I should go.
‐ Yeah.
Thank you for this.
‐ No problem.
I'm down here in the Valley
for a few days
on a little scouting trip.
Krystal,
l‐let me ask you something.
How would you like to do porn
and not have to fuck
disgusting, sweaty men?
H‐how would you like to do porn
and not have to fuck
anyone at all?
There's my card.
Internet Entertainment Group?
We're a technology
slash entertainment company.
‐ Excuse me.
Did I hear you just mention
the internet?
‐ I did.
‐ Rand Gauthier.
Ah, Seth Warshavsky.
‐ Seattle.
Let me guess‐‐Webcams.
‐ Uh, very good, yeah.
They say it's the future
of porn.
‐ And I would agree with them.
Yeah,
personally I'm not a believer.
‐ No?
No, the image quality
is awful.
They take forever to load.
‐ Mm, well, I see.
‐ Yeah, you know,
If I'm a guy looking
to rub one out
am I gonna wait a half an hour
for some choppy,
grainy video to load
when I can just pop
"Backseat Bangers 5"‐‐
which is a classic‐‐
in the VCR?
I'm going to jack off
in seconds.
Also, if they ever
actually invent
these 56K modems
they keep talking about,
the image quality, it's not
going to be nearly as good
as a good old‐fashioned VHS.
‐ Well, you clearly know a lot
about this stuff, so...
‐ Yeah, you know,
as a technophile
and former porn star,
I am uniquely positioned
to talk about this.
‐ Well, I'm sorry to hear
you think cyberporn's
bullshit.
‐ No, see, I don't.
I actually think technology
has the power
to revolutionize porn,
but I think you have
to be smart about it.
Look, I can't get
into specifics,
but I am currently harnessing
the power of the web
in a way that has
never been done before.
‐ Wow.
Good for you, Dan.
‐ Rand.
‐ Good luck
with your brilliant,
world‐changing idea.
Yeah.
‐ Dick.
Ahh!
Harder!
Breakfast time.
Mmm, baby, it smells amazing.
I like that.
Follow the smell.
‐ Ooh!
You ready?
Ahh.
‐ Can you tell what that is?
Fucking Mickey Mouse.
Pop a squat.
All right, I used
the special whole‐grain batter,
a little extra nutrish
for the peanut.
‐ Baby.
‐ Let me get you some OJ.
Mmm, it's delicious.
‐ Pure Premium, baby.
Only the finest.
Ahh!
Shit.
Mm.
‐ Ohh.
You know what?
This is way too precious
to leave out.
I'll be back.
‐ What? Where are you going?
♪ ♪
‐ What the fuck?
♪ ♪
Uh, an AK‐47,
FNC assault rifle,
nickel‐plated Colt Commander
.45, mother of pearl grips,
a Rolex, a, uh, uh,
Cartier watch,
pair of gold cufflinks
and this, like,
big‐ass ruby and diamond cross.
Um, what else?
Um...a wedding bikini.
Yeah, white.
God damn it.
‐ A wedding bikini?
White.
Anything else?
Um...
‐ Oh...Tommy.
‐ Hold on a second.
‐ We'll be right outside.
‐ What's up?
‐ The tape.
‐ What tape?
‐ You know...the tape.
‐ Oh.
‐ Wait, wasn't it in there?
Yes. Yes, I‐I, um,
I‐I told you I was nervous,
and then you said‐‐you said
you put it in the safe.
‐ Shit.
Think it was.
Ohh...
‐ It was.
‐ Oh, God.
‐ You know what?
Don't worry about it, baby.
They're gonna get it all back.
‐ Yeah.
‐ They're gonna get it
all back.
Guys!
Um...
Actually, there was
this one other thing.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Like a tape.
‐ A tape?
‐ Like a videotape.
‐ Like a movie?
‐ Kinda...home movies.
‐ Okay.
Yeah.
I, um‐‐‐‐
I trust that this is gonna be
a top‐priority case for, uh,
for you guys.
‐ Uh, we'll keep our ears open
if anything pops up,
but burglaries
don't get solved that often.
‐ Hmm. Wait. So‐so what‐‐
so what you're saying is
you're not even gonna try
to get our stuff back?
Sir,
we're just trying to manage
your expectations.
‐ Well,
somebody broke into our home
and took our shit,
our own personal, private shit.
Yeah, look,
the number of burglaries
per day, it's up there.
‐ Yeah.
I don't care about
other robberies.
Mr. Lee.
‐ I care about mine.
I pay more fucking taxes
that I could own
your fucking precinct.
‐ Mr. Lee, we're done here.
‐ We'll let you know
if we find anything.
‐ Really, dude?
Whatever.
Babe, there's fucking guns
in there, jewelry.
I mean, who's gonna bother
with some stupid unmarked tape?
‐ I know, but if somebody
plays that thing, Tommy...
‐ Nobody's gonna play it.
And‐‐and they couldn't,
even if they wanted.
It's Hi‐8.
Who the fuck has Hi‐8?
Yeah.
God, but I feel...
fuckin' violated.
Uggghhh.
Don't you?
‐ Violated?
‐ Yeah.
You don't?
‐ I mean, I feel more...
pissed.
We'll get it back.
Hey.
‐ Yeah.
‐ I promise.
We're gonna get it.
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ All right?
‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Fuck the police.
Fuck the po‐lice.
Fuck the police!
We'll get our own guy.
‐ Wait. What do you mean?
What, like, um...
we get like a private‐‐
private investigator?
‐ A PI. Exactly.
Yes, that's great.
Who?
There's only two reasons
to steal a safe...
Money and revenge.
Money, that's tough.
That could be anybody,
so let's start with revenge.
Is there anybody
you had beef with lately?
Beef?
Anybody who hates you?
Maybe had a reason
to get back at you?
‐ Um...no.
No, I don't think so.
‐ What about you, Tommy?
‐ Who's got beef with me?
Uh...
Bret Michaels...
Axl Rose,
um, Blackie Lawless,
Lou Adler,
Gene Simmons,
fucking David Geffen.
‐ Okay.
‐ Mickey Rourke.
Yeah.
Richie Sambora,
Jan Wenner, Bob Rock.
‐ Got it.
‐ C.C. DeVille, John Stamos.
‐ John Stamos?
‐ Fuckin' asshole.
‐ Wow.
The police report says
the surveillance footage
was destroyed.
Is there anybody who had
access to your security system,
where it is?
Well, just us.
Just me and Pamela.
Right.
‐ Who installed it?
‐ Some dude,
this fuckin' dipshit carpenter.
‐ Dipshit carpenter?
‐ Oh, yes, he was
working on our house.
‐ Yeah, I canned his ass.
‐ For what reason?
‐ For the reason he was doing
a shitty‐ass job,
so shitty
I didn't even pay him.
‐ What?
You never paid him?
‐ No.
‐ When was the last time
you saw this guy?
‐ A couple of days
after I fired him.
‐ And what were
the circumstances?
‐ He showed up
trying to get his tools back.
‐
Did you give them back?
‐ Of course.
‐ After coming to my house
without permission?
Fuck no.
I almost smoked his ass.
‐ What?
Smoked his ass?
Yeah, I put a shottie
in his face and said,
"Get the fuck off my property."
Okay.
Let me do some digging here.
‐ ♪ Rusted
chains of prison moons ♪
♪ Are shattered by the sun ♪
♪ I walk a road ♪
♪ Horizons
change the tournament's ♪
♪ Begun ♪
♪ The purple piper
plays his tune ♪
♪ The choir ♪
♪ Softly sings ♪
♪ For the court
of the crimson king ♪
Hello?
Hi.
Ow! Fuck me!
‐ Where's the tape?
What?
‐ Where the fuck is the tape?
What tape?
Oh, fuck.
Augh! Ahh!
‐ You know what fucking tape.
What are you
talking about, man?
‐ Just tell me where it is.
It'll make this a lot easier.
Am I getting warm? Am I warm?
Am I warm? Am I warm?
I don't know, man!
‐ Is it over here?
Fuck is this shit?
It's King Crimson, man.
Oh, that's a first pressing.
Ohh...
‐ What I did to that record
I will do
to your fat, stupid face.
‐ Oh, God, no.
Dude, dude, please, please.
‐ I'm going to ask you again.
Knock it off
or I'm calling the cops.
I'll do it, Rand.
I'm calling the cops right now.
Shh.
‐ Good, call them‐‐fuck you.
‐ Shut your fuckin'...
Okay.
I'm calling the cops now.
Pfff!
‐ I'll be back,
and you better have
that fucking tape.
Oh, fuck.
Hello.
Hey, Miltie.
Thank God you picked up.
I can't
get to the phone right now.
Please leave a message,
and I'll get back to you.
‐ Um a‐are you there?
Are you there, man?
Are you there?
If you're there,
please pick up, dude.
Please, I need to talk
to you, man.
Fuck!
‐ Oh...
♪ ♪
Hey, man.
Hey.
How's it going?
Good. And you?
Good.
200 of them there?
Yeppers.
Fuck.
I got that shit.
You do?
‐ Well, mine ain't got
the nice packaging.
It's just the tape.
‐ It showed up
in the mail without the box?
It didn't get mailed.
‐ How did you get it?
‐ No refunds now.
No refunds.
Hey, check out the tape
right here.
Everybody, Pamela Anderson
right here.
Triple‐X.
I got you.
The sequel next time, huh?
That's what's up.
Hey, yo.
‐ Hey, what up, homie?
‐ How much these puppies for?
‐ Hey, for you, 1 for 30,
2 for 50.
Mind if I check 'em out?
‐ Yeah, go ahead, bro.
It's nice, huh?
Good stocking‐stuffer.
‐ What you're doing is wrong.
‐ Excuse me.
‐ These do not belong to you.
‐ All right, look, dude.
‐ No, no, no.
You look, dude.
You have no right
to be selling these.
You are profiting off
of somebody else's
considerable risk and labor,
which is probably illegal
but is definitely unethical.
So unless you want
a major problem on your hands,
you're going to pack up
the bootleg shit,
and you're going to get out of
the Tower Records' parking lot.
‐ Ha ha, oh, shit.
You're fucking with me,
right, dawg?
Oh, what are you,
the porn police?
‐ Maybe I am.
‐ Mr. Ethical. Ha.
Get the fuck out of here,
dawg.
‐ Enjoy it while it lasts.
This whole operation's
getting shut down, man.
Fuck your mom, sir.
Have a good day.
Hey, check out the tapes
right here, everybody.
‐ Fuck!
‐ It's him without a doubt.
Fucking knew it.
Oh, my God.
Are you sure? How do you know?
‐ One can tell these things.
Oh, my God.
You're gonna get it back,
right?
‐ I'll pop in tomorrow.
You'll probably have it back
by the weekend.
Oh, my God.
Yes! Yes!
Thank you so much,
Mr. Pellicano.
We really fucking
appreciate it.
You have no idea.
‐ It's fun.
Ahh, come here.
Whoo! Yeah! Yeah!
‐ Oh, what did I tell you?
‐ I know.
‐ Yes.
‐ Yes.
‐ I got to bounce.
I got a session with the boys.
I'll be back home around 8:00.
Yeah, but
I'm shooting late tonight.
‐ Aw, fuck, that's right.
‐ Yeah.
‐ I gonna miss you.
‐ Oh, my God.
Not as much as I'll miss you.
‐ Eskimo kiss.
Mwah!
‐ Ohh.
♪ ♪
Nam‐myoho‐renge‐kyo,
nam‐myoho‐renge‐kyo,
nam‐myoho‐renge‐kyo...
They're ready for you.
Coming.
Whoo!
Let's do this.
Hey, Evander!
Hey.
How's it going?
Everything's good.
Good weekend?
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, yeah?
How are those kids of yours?
Putting them up for adoption.
Oh, yeah.
Well, give them to me.
Give them to me.
I love you, Pamela!
I love you, Tommy!
Wow.
Fuck, you are so hot.
Tommy, when are you gonna
get me preggo?
I'm trying right now.
Oh, look at
my beautiful fucking husband.
You're so fucking hot.
‐ Dude.
♪ ♪
Whoo!
Baby, get in.
Fuck!
I love you so much.
I love you, lover.
God damn you rip...
♪ ♪
And then right on the
drop, that's where you come in.
Oh, okay. Three, four.
‐ Fuck!
Yeah, up to eight.
Yeah.
That's a big‐ass guitar.
What do you think, Nik,
Vince, yeah?
♪ ♪
Sorry, guys, could you
just give us a second?
Yeah, come on.
Now, please.
Sorry.
Hey, what's up?
‐ He's selling it.
‐ Huh?
‐ He's fucking selling it,
Tommy.
‐ One second.
‐ It's our tape.
‐ What the fuck?
Where'd you get this?
‐ They were watching it on set.
Just a bunch of camera guys
sitting around
watching us have sex.
‐ Holy shit.
‐ Jesus.
Do you have any idea
how humiliating it was?
‐ Motherfucker.
I mean, how many copies
of this are out there?
I mean, there could be dozens,
hundreds.
‐ What is this?
‐ What is what?
‐ This...http wha‐‐
‐ Well, that's a website.
They're making one
for Barb Wire.
‐ This is how
he's selling this?
‐ I don't know.
I really don't get it.
‐ Do we have a computer?
‐ We have a computer.
It's in the downstairs den,
but we don't have the Web.
You need this thing
you plug your phone into.
‐ Okay.
So who has it?
Where do we get the Web?
♪ ♪
Sex tape...
and period‐dot‐com.
O, M.
Enter.
♪ ♪
‐
♪ ♪
‐ What the hell is this?
‐ I have no fucking idea.
‐ Oh my God, shit.
‐ Hold on, hold on, hold on.
What are you doing?
I wanna see
if there's a phone number.
There's not.
I don't see any.
There's no way to reach them.
Wait, look.
Purchase.
Should we click on it?
Enter.
‐ Wait‐‐
Oh, fuck.
Canada?
What?
He's in LA.
Yeah.
Well, maybe he's running it
through Canada
to avoid getting caught.
It's like a whole operation.
‐ It really is.
‐ There's no way
this guy's doing it by himself.
Dumbass couldn't mastermind
ordering a pizza.
‐ So who's helping him then?
Milton Ingley.
Low‐level porn producer
out of Van Nuys.
Rand did some features
for him back in the day.
Anal specialist.
Jesus.
‐ Are you fucking kidding me?
How did you find this out?
‐ I asked around.
Apparently, they pitched it
to half the Valley.
‐ Oh‐‐
‐ Hey.
Oh, my fucking God.
Jesus Christ!
‐ Where the fuck
do I find this guy?
‐ The phone book.
♪ ♪
‐ Hey, Tommy.
‐ Ha ha ha.
♪ ♪
Miltie.
Miltie, where the fuck
are you, man? Miltie?
Oh, he just left.
‐ Where did he go?
‐ I‐don't know, man.
♪ ♪
‐ What are you doing?
‐ Miltie asked me to help out.
‐ You fucking‐‐
you‐you‐you know?
‐ Oh, about the tape?
‐ Yeah.
‐ Totally.
‐ I told him
not to tell anybody.
‐ Oh, I don't know, man.
What's the guy's name,
Randy?
No, it's Rand.
Could you
please get the door for me?
Thank you.
Miltie, Rand...
Oh, Rand!
Whoa!
Yo, what the fuck?
Yo.
‐ Let's go have a little chat.
‐ The fuck‐‐
‐ Get in here.
Take a seat.
♪ ♪
‐ Tiny, this him?
Nice to meet you, Rand.
‐ Rand?
No, no, that's‐‐that's not me.
Rand just ran‐‐
Shut up.
♪ ♪
‐ Come on.
Come on!
Hey, Miltie.
‐ Rand?
‐ Thank God.
‐ What the fuck are‐‐
‐ Where the fuck
have you been, dude?
‐ Oh, I've been‐‐I've been
working from home.
What's up?
‐ Well, there‐‐there's a lot.
Um, okay, Tommy Lee,
he's onto us, man.
Some fucking goombah PI
just showed up.
He showed up‐‐he showed up
at my apartment.
He beat the fuck out of me.
He told me that if I didn't
give him the tape,
he's gonna fucking kill me.
And then a biker gang
shows up at the studio
looking for us, man.
And I get away, but‐‐well,
there's a guy at the studio.
He's working on the operation.
You hired him.
You didn't tell me.
You told me not to‐‐not
to fucking tell anyone, man.
And there's a guy who's selling
the fucking tape
in the Tower Records'
parking lot, dude.
Two for 50 bucks, man.
It's a good fucking deal.
That's it.
‐ Us?
‐ What?
‐ You said‐‐
you said looking for us.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Did you fucking
rat me out, Rand?
‐ No.
No, of course not, dude.
No, no.
‐ But they mentioned me.
Did they say my name?
‐ Yes, of course.
They showed up
at your studio, dude.
‐ Do you think
they followed you?
‐ I don't fucking know.
Can I come inside?
‐ No, no, no.
It's very messy.
I'd really rather you not.
‐ My place is gross.
I don't‐‐
‐ How do they know
I'm involved?
‐ I have no idea.
I don't know, man.
I don't know anything.
I don't know.
‐ Okay, okay, let's just‐‐
why don't you chill out?
‐ Okay, okay.
‐ Take it easy.
Take it easy.
I'm going to need you
to go back to the studio.
‐ What?
‐ Okay.
The location is compromised.
Okay, baby?
‐ What?
‐ You're going to need
to clean everything out.
Clean out every last copy
of that movie tape.
‐ Why me?
‐ You're operations.
‐ Everything's operations.
♪ ♪
♪ Sunset's come
to paint the sky ♪
♪ A new life begins
with a baby's cry ♪
‐ He's gone!
Power.
Bunnies,
come to the bunny patch.
♪ ♪
I'm so sorry.
Where were we?
‐ I am not your bunny.
‐ What's up?
‐ He's not here. Don't worry.
He'll turn up eventually.
‐ Baby, is that him?
I'm planning
to stop by the studio later...
‐ It's not there.
To see what I find.
‐ Come on.
That's not good enough.
Come on, let me talk to him.
Put him on speaker.
‐ Baby, he's on it.
Relax.
‐ No, I will not relax.
Mr. Pellicano, hi,
this is Pamela.
Hi, Pamela.
Huh, yeah.
You need to stop this guy
from selling the tape now.
This is urgent.
‐ Baby, you're being crazy.
What?
I'm not being crazy.
You're being chill.
You're being way too chill.
Every second that passes,
this tape could be spreading.
‐ Baby, we will get
it back, all right?
Every last copy‐‐
it's mail order.
They know exactly
who they ship to.
‐ But what about the people
that they shipped it to?
What if they made copies?
Come on.
‐ Just‐‐we got this, okay?
Let me handle it.
Yeah.
Okay, but you don't
seem to understand
what a big deal
this is to me.
‐ Like it's not
a big deal to me?
I'm on that tape
just the same as you.
‐ But this is worse for me.
I mean, this is way worse.
‐ How's this worse for you?
Why?
'Cause of your big career?
‐ No.
It's so much bigger
than mine?
‐ What? Tommy, it's not
because of my big career.
It's because I'm a woman.
Uh, I'm gonna
let you guys talk this‐‐
Fuck.
Listen to me, okay?
People are gonna think you're
cool for this, all right?
They'll be high‐fiving you
in the street.
Me, I'm going to get looked at
like a slut by the whole world.
‐ That's ridiculous.
It's not ridiculous.
It's true.
You don't know.
You have no idea.
You never have to fucking deal
with this stuff.
Tommy, you don't.
‐ I'm on your side, Pamela.
I want to get rid of the tapes
just as much as you do,
and we will end
this whole thing, all right?
I'm telling you.
This'll all be fine.
Besides it's not like
they're seeing anything
they haven't seen before.
‐ What did you say?
‐ I‐I just‐‐
‐ What the fuck
did you just say?
‐ I'm sorry.
That came out wrong.
‐ Oh, my God.
Leave.
What?
‐ Leave this fucking room
right now.
Pamela.
Leave
this fucking room right now.
‐ Come on, Pamela.
Get the fuck out.
♪ ♪
Oh, fuck.
♪ ♪
Hey, Tommy.
Yeah, I feel fine now, Tommy.
‐ I wanna check it out.
I want just to make sure.
‐ I'm telling you I feel good.
I feel fine.
Oh, shit.
‐ No shit.
Okay?
‐ Oh, God.
Yeah, I know.
‐ Fine.
Everything's fucking fine.
Ohh...
‐ Yep, yep, yep.
♪ ♪
‐ You did the right thing
by coming in.
‐ I feel‐‐I feel
much better now actually.
‐ I'm sure it's nothing.
‐ Yeah.
‐ Most likely
everything's fine.
♪ For a destination ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I realized quickly
when I knew I should ♪
♪ That the world was made up
of this brotherhood of man ♪
♪ For whatever that means ♪
♪ And so I cry sometimes
when I'm lying in bed ♪
♪ Just to get it all out
what's in my head ♪
♪ And I, I am feeling
a little peculiar ♪
♪ And so I wake in the morning
and I step outside ♪
♪ And I take a deep breath
and I get real high ♪
‐ Should we call my mom?
♪ "What's going on?" ♪
‐ I'm going to as soon
as we get home.
Pamela.
‐ Fuck off.
How are you feeling?
Are you okay?
Is there
something wrong, Pamela?
Are you okay?
Get the fuck
out of here.
Come on.
Get the fuck out of here‐‐hey!
Fuck off!
♪ What's going on? ♪
♪ And I say hey‐ey‐ey‐ey ♪
♪ Hey‐ey‐ey ♪
Hi, this is Rand Gauthier.
Please leave your number.
I'll call you back.
Thank you.
Hi, Rand, it's me, Miltie.
Uh, listen, just wanted
to let you know
I'm gonna pop on over
to Amsterdam for a few days.
Nothing to worry about.
Just wanna make a few tweaks
to the banking,
keep the IR you know what
off the scent.
‐ Smart.
Anyway, I have no doubt
you will hold down the fort
in my absence.
Great job clearing
out the studio.
All right.
Anyway, I will check...
♪ And now the purple
dusk of twilight time ♪
♪ Steals across the meadows
of my heart ♪
♪ High up in the sky
the little stars climb ♪
♪ Always reminding me
that we're apart ♪
‐ Fuck, he's not here.
♪ You wandered down
the lane and far away ♪
‐ Would you like
to see the cocktail menu?
‐ I would love to.
♪ Leaving me a song
that will not die ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Love is now the stardust
of yesterday ♪
♪ The music of
the years gone by ♪
Hey, uh, can I come in?
‐ Yeah.
Okay, thank you.
♪ Refrain ♪
♪ ♪
Pam, Tommy,
give me a big smile.
‐ God fucking damn it!
You want this fucking picture?
I'll give you
a fucking picture.
‐ Fucking‐‐
♪ The lonely night ♪
‐ Die!
You fuck!
♪ ♪
♪ The melody ♪
♪ Haunts my reverie ♪
♪ And I am once again ♪
♪ When our love
was new ♪
♪ And each kiss
an inspiration ♪
♪ ♪
♪ But that was
long ago ♪
♪ And now my consolation ♪
♪ Is in the stardust
of a song ♪
♪ Beside the garden wall ♪
♪ When stars are bright ♪
♪ You are in my arms ♪
♪ The nightingale
tells his fairytale ♪
♪ Of paradise
where roses grew ♪
♪ Though I dream in vain ♪
♪ In my heart it will remain ♪
♪ My stardust melody ♪
♪ The memory of love's ♪
♪ Refrain ♪
♪ ♪