Pam & Tommy (2022): Season 1, Episode 7 - Destroyer of Worlds - full transcript
Tommy confronts Rand in the Dodger Stadium parking lot.
- Everything's gonna be okay.
- You motherfuckers
are fucking ripping me off.
- You owe me $9,000, dude.
- Me 17.
- You ain't getting dick.
- The tape is gonna go away.
- Apparently there's
a love tape going around
of Pamela Anderson
and Tommy Lee.
I get 15%,
and I will not negotiate.
- You got yourself a deal.
Seattle.
Let me guess.
Webcams.
They say
it's the future of porn.
- And I would agree with them.
- And Barb Wire
is gonna be
the biggest movie
in the world.
- It's their number one
priority for spring.
- You're about to be
the biggest movie star
in the world.
- And we're gonna
get pregnant again...
And we're gonna have
a long and happy marriage.
Bob Guccione,
he's got the tape.
We're suing the shit
out of him.
- Everything is gonna be
beautiful and perfect.
If we sue, it puts all
this attention on the tape.
It could turn into
something way bigger.
- You need to sue.
- Forever.
Mrs. Lee, do you recall
how old you were
the first time
you publicly exposed
your genitals?
♪ ♪
♪ Ricordiamoci ♪
Here you go, Boss.
What the fuck is this?
Starbucks.
It's coffee from Seattle.
Popping up
all over the country.
- From who?
- Seattle.
- Yeah. All right.
No, thanks.
I'll stick with Italy.
- Speaking of everywhere,
that tape you bankrolled...
- You must be raking it in.
Mazel.
- Even Dominic has a copy.
- Who?
- Dominic, my 15 year old.
Your godson?
- Yeah. Right.
Get ahold of Miltie.
Tell him I want to see him.
Right the fuck now.
- Oh, wow.
Knight of Cups.
Is that good?
- That's really good.
Is it?
That represents change
and new opportunity.
Rand?
There's a strong--
- Hey.
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Ooh.
- Have you been
calling the Netherlands?
- No.
Huh.
Apparently,
someone in this house
called the Netherlands
17 times last month.
- Wow.
That's a lot of times.
- Hmm.
Are you sure you didn't?
It wasn't me or Danielle.
Well, you know what?
Actually, this was me.
I call it Holland,
not the Netherlands.
- Oh, you call it Holland.
Yeah,
- Yeah, so there's
the confusion there.
- Why did you call
the Netherlands
17 times last month?
- For--
No, wait.
Let me guess.
This has something to do
with your...
new business venture.
- Yeah, exactly.
- Which is going great.
- Really great. Yes.
- It's going
so fucking great
that you're crashing
on my couch.
- You have to invest
in your business
before it becomes profitable,
and that's where I'm at--
- No. No, I want you out
by the end of the week.
- This week?
Excelsior
Royal Grand Hotel Spa.
- Yeah, this is Mr. Gauthier
for Mr. Ingley again.
- Yeah.
Mr. Ingley.
It's Mr. Gauthier
on the line.
- Uh-huh.
Not in.
I'm sorry,
but Mr. Ingley is not in.
Is he ever in?
Sometimes, sir.
- Okay. Just--just tell him
I called again, okay?
Thank you.
- Nobody answers
at the studio.
- I looked through the slot
at his house.
There's a big pile of mail.
- Donny's cousin, Sal, he
rents lights to porno shoots.
He heard Miltie skipped town.
Might be even out
of the country.
- What about the other one?
- The partner?
The doofus?
- Yeah, him.
Go get him.
Bring me the doofus.
♪ Oh, but it don't make
no difference, babe ♪
♪ And I know that
I could always try ♪
- There's you go.
Tell your friends about me,
all right?
Right here.
Right here.
Get the tape
everybody's talking about.
New video with Pamela Anderson.
Deep throat.
What's up, bro?
Hey, check out the tape
everybody's talking about.
One for 30,
two for 50.
Pam Anderson
sucks Tommy's dick.
Hey, ladies, you want one?
- Come on, man.
We can't sell that in here.
- Why not? You got some guy
selling bootlegs of it
on your property,
in your parking lot.
- He's not really
bothering anybody.
- He is bothering me
very, very much.
Look, I got the real tape
right here, man,
and I'm willing
to make you a deal.
A really good deal.
Wholesale deal.
Right now.
Come on.
- What makes yours
the real tape and his bootleg?
What's the difference?
- What's the difference?
The difference is
I was first, man.
I was first.
- You know,
David Bowie once said
never be the first
to do anything.
And I bet he wasn't
the first to say it.
- What the fuck am I
supposed to do with that?
- Check 'em out.
Check 'em out.
Oh, what's up, bro?
Hey, you mad, dawg?
Hey, why you mad, bro?
- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.
Wait, so what's the plan
if they ask about the tape?
- "If"?
Hey.
Hey, guys.
Hey. Hi.
Hey. How's everybody doing?
Good!
Good.
That's why
I love Barb so much.
I mean, you know, she
wasn't always such a badass.
You know, she was once
as innocent as they come,
and then she got that tough
by being,
you know, by being knocked down
over and over again,
you know,
sometimes by the people
that she trusted the most.
And that really spoke
to me personally.
And, you know, so people
are really gonna--
Hi, Pam. Yeah.
Vance.
Stuff Magazine.
Your favorite thing
in a guy.
- I like a man
who listens, Vance.
- Hello, Pamela.
Pamela.
Did you ever have
fight trainings
before you played
in Barb Wire?
- Oh, yeah, and, you know,
on Baywatch a little--a little.
But, you know, nothing
like this, nothing like this.
Well, C.J. didn't get
to wave a hand-cannon around.
I wish.
- I have a question.
- Yes. Hi.
- When's your Penthouse
coming out?
Sure lots of guys
are looking forward to it.
Well, sorry to disappoint,
but, um,
me in Penthouse
is not gonna happen,
and we're taking legal steps
to make sure of it.
Next question--
So the lawsuit is real?
- As opposed to--
- You know, like a--
- Publicity stunt?
So the rumors
that you and Tommy were
actually the ones who released
the tape are unfounded?
Is that what you--
- The tape was stolen
from our house--
from a safe in our house.
We are the victims
of a burglary.
- Got it.
Great.
♪ ♪
♪ You say you want to go ♪
- Nine?
That's it?
Fucking bootleggers, man.
- You know what they say.
Imitation is the
sincerest form of flattery.
- Yeah, whoever said that
wasn't getting
his fucking business
ripped off.
I'm going
to the post office.
- Oh. Any word from Miltie?
- Fuck do you think, dude?
♪ There without me ♪
- What's that?
A '77?
- Oh, my God.
Look, there--
There are people
who are expecting me places.
- Relax. Let's go.
- He just wants to check in.
- Let's go.
♪ ♪
- Hello, Rand.
Come on in.
Have a seat.
- Hi, Butchie.
- Please,
call me Mr. Peraino.
I got a little game
we could play.
I ask you a question,
you eat a cherry,
and then
you answer the question.
Fun, right?
Here. Try one.
- Ugh.
- Got quite a kick, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
I marinated
the cherries in vodka
and Fernet-Branca
for two weeks.
Have another.
- Oh.
Have another.
So, where's Miltie?
He, uh--he went on--
- Uh-uh.
Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Mm-mm-mm.
It's all part of the game.
You gotta eat two more.
Let's try it again.
Where is Miltie?
- He went to Amsterdam.
You know how it's the
diamond capital of the world?
He went there to--he's turning
our money into diamonds.
- So you let your partner--
our partner--
who controls all the money,
take that money
and leave the country?
You know, Rand,
I'm trying to figure out
if you're a liar
or just a fucking idiot.
- I would never
lie to you, Butchie.
- It's Mr. Peraino,
you fucking liar!
- Ow! Fuck, my knee!
- You owe me $50,000.
- I don't have the money.
Miltie has the money, man.
But I have you.
And you will get me
some of my money by tomorrow.
- I'll do my best, but--
- But what?
But what?
- If I'm being honest,
I'm having a hard time
getting a hold of Miltie.
- Would you shut the fuck up?
- Ow!
- Because Amsterdam is not the
diamond capital of the world.
Antwerp is.
Amsterdam is the drugs and
hookers capital of the world.
You mix that in
with what you already know
about your friend Milton Ingley
and tell me
what you come up with,
you stupid fuck
of a human being.
- Ouch!
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, just a little wiped.
- You did great today.
- I tried.
- Fucking men.
Fucking men.
You know what, though?
I hope it's a boy.
"Tommy, this is me
"whom you may have
massively fucked over.
"One of many,
no doubt.
"If you seek
to lift the black cloud
"that follows
your every move,
"meet me at 9:00 p.m.
this evening
"at area D16 of the Dodger
Stadium parking lot.
"Come alone
"and bring an offering
of $26,938.
"No more, no less.
All the best, Karma."
Thanks.
Hi, Pam.
- Hey.
Oh, hey.
Nice to see you.
Hey there.
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much, Kevin.
What a great show
for you tonight.
Our first guest,
you might have seen her
in a little TV show
called Baywatch,
and you can see her starring
in the upcoming film
Barb Wire.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome
Pamela Anderson.
♪ ♪
- Oh. Hey, Pamela.
Welcome back.
- Hi. Hi.
Five months.
- Five months?
- Can you believe it?
I know.
Now, is it a boy or a girl?
Do you know?
- Oh, I actually don't know.
- Really?
- Mm-mm. No.
No, Tommy and I,
we wanted it to be a surprise.
You really
don't know the sex, huh?
- No, we don't.
- Gee, you know,
I never imagined
there was something
sex-related
Pamela Anderson doesn't know.
Am I right, fellas?
- That's actually pretty good.
All right. All right.
All right. All right.
Now, speaking of sex,
and I have to know.
Mm-hmm.
- The tape.
Oh, yeah, fellas,
we all want to know.
- What the fuck?
- What tape, Jay?
Right. What tape? Yeah.
Now, obviously,
I haven't seen it, you know.
- No.
- I want to,
just haven't
gotten a copy yet,
but there's a tape out there
floating around.
Okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Everyone's talking
about it, right, at work.
"Have you seen the tape?
Have you seen the tape?"
Right?
A lot of people
I talking about this tape,
and particularly,
for some reason, men.
- Imagine that.
Oh, I think we have.
Now, what's that like?
What's that like?
You know,
to have all that, uh, exposure?
- What's it like?
It's horrible.
To have something so...
intimate stolen from you,
you know, something private
from inside your marriage
and have it taken
without permission
and exposed to the world,
it's devastating.
This is devastating to us.
♪ ♪
What?
He asked.
I did. I did.
That's on me.
Boy, she is
one tough cookie, huh?
Well, it was incredible
seeing you again.
Congratulations on the baby.
Thanks, Jay.
Pamela Anderson,
one more time.
Barb Wire is in theaters...
- I'm taking
that motherfucker out.
- Tommy, stop.
- What?
- Stop it. Stop.
I need you
to listen to me.
These next few days,
they are not about you,
they are about me.
From right now, until
we get home from the premiere,
you exist solely
to make life easier for me.
You are to cause no drama,
no conflict,
do nothing that
complicates things for me,
screws things up for me,
such as beating up Jay Leno.
- But--
- Shh. But--
Tommy, I have to be
at the hotel tomorrow
for hair and my makeup,
so it makes sense for me
just to go there tonight
instead of going all the way
back and forth to Malibu,
so I'm gonna do that.
Just me.
On my own.
Okay?
And I knew it.
And I knew it the very
first time I touched her.
It's like coming home,
only to no home
I'd ever known.
I was just taking her hand
to help her out of a car.
And I knew it.
It was like...
- Magic.
Magic.
Well, folks,
it's time to wrap it up.
I'm Dr. Marcia Fieldstone
in Chicago,
and to all my listeners,
a magical and merry Christmas.
And to you,
Sleepless in Seattle,
we hope
you'll call again soon
and let us know
how it's going.
Oh, you can count on it.
♪ Find me ♪
♪ I know somewhere ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Bluebirds fly ♪
- God.
Pamela.
- Oh. Hi, baby.
Wait, why are you whispering?
- Oh, it's--
Itchy throat.
What's up, lover cup?
- Oh, nothing.
Just...
Eating pie
and watching a movie.
Aw, babe.
- Tommy, I miss you.
Baby, I can't stand
being away from you.
You want me
to shoot over in a bit?
- Oh, no. No, no, no.
That's okay.
I just--I'm actually
just gonna go to sleep.
Oh.
- I just, um...
I was just calling
to say good night.
So, good night.
- Good night.
- I love you.
I love you too, lover.
- Good night.
Good night.
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ Bluebirds fly ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Birds fly ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ Why, oh, why ♪
♪ Can't I? ♪
♪ If happy,
little bluebirds fly ♪
♪ Beyond the rainbow ♪
♪ Why, oh, why ♪
♪ Can't I? ♪
- Is that the $26,938?
- 27.
I don't got time for
your fucking weird-ass numbers.
- That's the exact amount
you owe me
for my labor
and for my tools.
- So that's
what this is about?
All this
for some lousy 27 grand?
- With that,
you will atone.
I will be made whole
once again.
Uh...
I don't see that happening.
- You don't see
what happening?
- You being made whole.
I may not know much,
but I do know one thing,
and that is
winners and losers,
and you, son,
are a loser.
A bottom, a beta,
a chump, a bitch.
No 27 grand's ever
gonna change that.
That's just--
That's just you, bro.
For life.
- Well, you're a bad person.
- Yeah, maybe.
Maybe I am.
But what about Pamela?
Hmm?
What did she do to deserve
what you've done to her?
Do you have any idea
what you put that
warm, kind,
sweet woman through?
Hmm?
Is she a bad person?
I came here
to beat the living fucking shit
out of you,
but I can't seem to do that,
so I'll just go
with your flow, bro.
I'll make an offering
to the gods.
- Dude, no!
- Is that what you want?
No!
- Is that what
you fucking want?
No!
- Huh?
Go ahead, Ranch.
Go ahead and take it.
What the fuck? No!
That's my fucking money.
- Whoo!
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
- Now, motherfucker.
Now it's on.
What the fuck?
This is so fucked up.
You're a piece of shit, man.
- Guy at work.
So next thing you know,
we're dragging him out there.
Get back.
Take a break.
- Watch your head.
- Yeah, I know.
I know.
I know.
You don't have my money,
do you?
- No.
- There's this
degenerate gambler.
Owes 3,200 to a guy
that owes me 18,000.
So you are gonna
get the 3,200
from this degenerate gambler
for me.
- How am I gonna do that?
- Bam.
Works like regular size, but
you can keep it up your sleeve.
- No.
- No?
No.
- No?
- Look, I don't mean
to critique
how you run your business,
but I am not the man
to do this.
Wouldn't one of them be better
suited for this type of work?
- Both are jammed up
with priors.
Plus they don't owe me
tens of thousands of dollars.
Drop him
at the Albert guy's place.
- Mm?
- Wakey, wakey.
Rise and shine!
Oh, Tommy.
- Baby, just got a call
from a certain lawyer of ours.
The Penthouse verdict is in.
Today's gonna be
a great day.
- I know,
but how can you be so sure?
- The decision wasn't supposed
to come down for months.
Why else would it be so fast?
Come on.
We gotta get that judge's name.
Fucking send him a fruit basket
or something.
Yes?
Fuck. Come on, baby.
There he is.
- Hey. How's it going?
Apologies for the short notice.
- Hey, no problemo.
- We're happy you're here.
What--what--
what's that?
That is a summary judgment.
Judge threw your case out.
Yeah!
Fucking suck it, Guccione.
See, baby?
What did I tell you?
What?
- He ruled
in favor of Penthouse.
- What?
He deemed Penthouse was
in its First Amendment rights,
as the tape,
by virtue of its being
in the public conversation,
is newsworthy.
- That's fucking bullshit!
I agree.
I mean, I get the validity
of the free speech argument,
but for a judge just
to accept it out of hand
with no counterargument,
that, I don't get it.
- I do.
Well, they have
to say something.
They can't say
the actual reason.
- Which is?
- That I don't have any rights.
Because I have--
because I have spent my public
life in a bathing suit.
Because I have--
because I had the nerve
to pose for Playboy.
They can't actually
say that sluts--
and that's what
this ruling is saying I am,
in case you're unclear--
they can't actually say
that sluts don't get
to decide what happens
to pictures of their body,
that I don't get to decide
what happens to my actual body,
so they say something else
instead.
- Pam, I understand
your position.
- You will never
understand my position.
This is why I should
never have never done this.
I let you lead me exactly
where I knew we'd wind up,
which is a place
you've never been before.
Whoo.
But I have, many times.
Don't worry, though.
It'll never happen again.
Pamela.
I'm sorry, sir,
but he's not here.
- Well, just tell him
that Rand fucking called.
Okay?
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
- Albert.
You owe Prager $3,200.
You can tell him I--
- I need the money now.
Or I'm gonna have
to hurt you, man.
I don't want to hurt you,
but I will have to hurt you.
- I don't have it.
I don't have it!
- Give it to me.
- I don't have it.
- I need it.
I need that fucking money.
- I don't have it--
- I don't want to do it--
- Hello?
You getting on?
♪ ♪
- Fuck.
♪ ♪
Pamela Anderson and
Tommy Lee back in the news.
Their steamy sex tape
coming soon
to the pages of Penthouse.
A spokesman
for the magazine
said they finally got
the official, legal go-ahead
to publish images from the
notorious X-rated home video.
- What was that all about?
Your buddy's tape,
Penthouse
is running pictures.
They want to.
- No, it's happening.
The judge just said
it was okay.
- Which means
I have a lot of homework
to do this weekend.
Terry, how about you?
Just don't tell my husband.
Have you seen it?
- Hmm?
The tape?
- Oh.
No.
Really?
I would have figured for sure
you would have seen it.
- I don't need
to watch that shit.
Have you?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, at a party.
- Yeah.
- And?
- I mean, it's actually...
I mean,
it's kind of sweet.
- It's sweet?
- Yeah.
I mean, it should be--
I guess
it should be disgusting.
Rich, debauched famous people
just fucking on a boat,
but it's--it's--it's--
it's, like,
super wholesome.
It's--it's romantic.
I mean, they're so in love.
Yes!
And then it was shot
really interestingly.
- What do you mean by that?
- Well, Pam is holding
the camera most of the time
and she makes
all these, like,
very interesting
artistic choices.
- Oh, yeah.
Yes!
Like, at one point, they're
fucking missionary style
and Tommy's about to cum,
so where does she
point the camera?
- At his dick.
- His face!
She points it at his face
for the cumshot.
- Yeah, you never see that
in a porno.
Ever!
- Huh.
- And then she just sort of
holds it there
and you see how happy he is
to be inside of her.
I mean, he fucking cries
a little bit.
- Oh, I think--I think
I got the picture.
- I mean, I know
you two have your issues,
but I gotta say,
I kinda like him.
I mean, I know he's
a fucking idiot and everything,
but he is--
he's strangely...
likable.
And he's so in touch
with his feelings.
Totally. Yes.
He's, like, some kind of
a sensitive caveman.
- All right.
- We're leveling off.
Traffic has remained roughly
unchanged for the last 30 days.
The numbers are still strong,
but the growth curve.
- We need a pop.
- A pop?
- Something to get attention,
stir up some buzz.
Like what?
- I don't fucking know.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You are mine ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Haven't I told you so? ♪
♪ You are mine ♪
♪ Even the angels know ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Now, I may not be a poet ♪
Any word on Penthouse?
♪ ♪
- Hello.
There's a Mr. Ron Jeremy
on the line.
- Yeah?
Great.
Yeah, put him through.
One moment, sir.
- Quiet.
Ronnie J., to what
do I owe the pleasure?
Hello?
Ron, you there?
- I trusted you.
- Who is this?
I trusted you,
and you fucked me.
- Rand, uh, I--
Hey, man.
I'm sorry.
I've been so out
of the loop.
It's crazy busy over here.
I was actually gonna call you.
♪ ♪
Don't do me dirty
like that, Barb.
- Now give me the money.
I thought we had
a good thing going.
Well, I'm good,
and you're a thing.
And you best get going.
Now, give me the bag.
- So fuckin' proud of you.
♪ So you are a star ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Nobody knows ♪
Well,
we'll just see how it plays.
- Yes, the way it ends is
it's just open for sequel,
but, you know, it's just--
it's up to the studio.
Absolutely.
A steaming pile of shit.
That's the second
best movie she's been in
this year, man.
Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- What's going on?
- Picture you're in--
you're driving, you know,
and you're in, um--
you're stopped at a red light
and the cars coming
in the other direction
have a left-turn arrow.
So they're turning left
in front of you, you know?
And they keep coming,
and then your light
turns green, you know,
so it's your turn,
but these left-turn cars,
they don't stop.
They keep coming.
And at first,
you let 'em go.
You're like,
"What's the big deal?
It's not a big deal.
Just let them go."
But...
you know, they don't stop
and they're taking advantage
of your kindness,
and they know they're
taking advantage of you
and they know they're wrong
and they're just
doing it anyway.
Why?
- Because...
they're assholes?
- Tommy Lee was
the millionth left turner
to roll through my green,
and he flipped me off
and he threw garbage at me
while he was doing it.
And after just taking it
and taking it
and taking it my whole life,
I couldn't fucking
take it anymore.
And so, I did it.
- Wait, what did you do?
- I floored it
and I smashed into him head-on.
- Okay.
Could you be
a little more literal?
- I stole his safe,
which contained
a certain video tape.
- Wait a second.
You're the one who--
- Yeah.
- That's your big
new business venture?
- Yes, it is.
I really don't get
why you're so mad.
It's porn.
- God, it is not porn,
you asshole!
- Yes, it is.
No.
When people in porn
have sex on camera,
we--we are giving consent
for people to watch us.
We signed
fucking releases, Rand.
Did Pam Anderson
sign a release?
Did Tommy Lee sign
a fucking release?
- Stop saying that word.
Okay.
- You're one of these
fucking release people too?
- Get out. Get out.
Okay, I will.
- Who gives a fuck
about these fucking releases?
So stupid.
Fucking bureaucracy.
- No, Tommy, no.
- No way, we're doing it.
- No, I don't--
- Uh-uh.
- Tommy, I wanna go home.
- No way. Not a chance.
Driver, go exactly where I say.
Do not listen
to this major movie star
sitting right next to me.
Hand over
the lenses, Schmitz.
Over my dead body.
If you insist.
Wait, wait.
Barb, wait.
I need those lenses
to evade the retinal scan
at the airport,
and you're gonna
give them to me.
Sorry, Barb.
No can do.
Oh, yes, you will.
By this time tomorrow,
I'll be on a flight
out of Steel Harbor with
that Red Ribbon bioweapon.
By this time tomorrow,
you'll be six feet under.
You're pretty cocky
for a guy with a detonator...
Oh, my God.
Strapped to his chest.
♪ ♪
Come on. Come on.
♪ Tell me ♪
Come on.
Come on.
♪ Is it a sin
to love him? ♪
- Give me the money!
- Who are you, man?
- Who am I?
I am become death!
The destroyer of worlds!
Bare Necessity
starting to fade.
- What the fuck?
No. No, no, no, no.
No--what'd you
do that for, man?
Shut the fuck up.
You Prager owe money.
Prager owes Butchie money.
And you owe Butchie money.
- Butchie as in Peraino?
- Yes! And now you got me
on your fucking ass.
You did this to yourself,
you fucking idiot.
Fuck you!
You did this to yourself!
You did this to yourself.
♪ ♪
You did this to yourself.
♪ I believe it's wrong ♪
♪ Wrong to love ♪
♪ When the one you love ♪
♪ Won't love you ♪
- Should we...get a drink?
♪ If you'd only say ♪
- I want to go home.
♪ Love me too ♪
♪ So tell me ♪
♪ That you'll be mine forever ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And I'll never,
ever have to ask you ♪
♪ Again ♪
♪ "Is it a sin?" ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I believe it's wrong ♪
♪ Wrong to love ♪
♪ When the one you love ♪
♪ Won't love you ♪
♪ But it could be ♪
♪ So heavenly ♪
♪ If you'd only say ♪
♪ That you love me too ♪
♪ So tell me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ That you'll be mine forever ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And I will never,
ever have to ask you ♪
♪ Again ♪
♪ "Is it a sin?" ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Is it a sin? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Is it a sin? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Is it a sin? ♪
- You motherfuckers
are fucking ripping me off.
- You owe me $9,000, dude.
- Me 17.
- You ain't getting dick.
- The tape is gonna go away.
- Apparently there's
a love tape going around
of Pamela Anderson
and Tommy Lee.
I get 15%,
and I will not negotiate.
- You got yourself a deal.
Seattle.
Let me guess.
Webcams.
They say
it's the future of porn.
- And I would agree with them.
- And Barb Wire
is gonna be
the biggest movie
in the world.
- It's their number one
priority for spring.
- You're about to be
the biggest movie star
in the world.
- And we're gonna
get pregnant again...
And we're gonna have
a long and happy marriage.
Bob Guccione,
he's got the tape.
We're suing the shit
out of him.
- Everything is gonna be
beautiful and perfect.
If we sue, it puts all
this attention on the tape.
It could turn into
something way bigger.
- You need to sue.
- Forever.
Mrs. Lee, do you recall
how old you were
the first time
you publicly exposed
your genitals?
♪ ♪
♪ Ricordiamoci ♪
Here you go, Boss.
What the fuck is this?
Starbucks.
It's coffee from Seattle.
Popping up
all over the country.
- From who?
- Seattle.
- Yeah. All right.
No, thanks.
I'll stick with Italy.
- Speaking of everywhere,
that tape you bankrolled...
- You must be raking it in.
Mazel.
- Even Dominic has a copy.
- Who?
- Dominic, my 15 year old.
Your godson?
- Yeah. Right.
Get ahold of Miltie.
Tell him I want to see him.
Right the fuck now.
- Oh, wow.
Knight of Cups.
Is that good?
- That's really good.
Is it?
That represents change
and new opportunity.
Rand?
There's a strong--
- Hey.
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Ooh.
- Have you been
calling the Netherlands?
- No.
Huh.
Apparently,
someone in this house
called the Netherlands
17 times last month.
- Wow.
That's a lot of times.
- Hmm.
Are you sure you didn't?
It wasn't me or Danielle.
Well, you know what?
Actually, this was me.
I call it Holland,
not the Netherlands.
- Oh, you call it Holland.
Yeah,
- Yeah, so there's
the confusion there.
- Why did you call
the Netherlands
17 times last month?
- For--
No, wait.
Let me guess.
This has something to do
with your...
new business venture.
- Yeah, exactly.
- Which is going great.
- Really great. Yes.
- It's going
so fucking great
that you're crashing
on my couch.
- You have to invest
in your business
before it becomes profitable,
and that's where I'm at--
- No. No, I want you out
by the end of the week.
- This week?
Excelsior
Royal Grand Hotel Spa.
- Yeah, this is Mr. Gauthier
for Mr. Ingley again.
- Yeah.
Mr. Ingley.
It's Mr. Gauthier
on the line.
- Uh-huh.
Not in.
I'm sorry,
but Mr. Ingley is not in.
Is he ever in?
Sometimes, sir.
- Okay. Just--just tell him
I called again, okay?
Thank you.
- Nobody answers
at the studio.
- I looked through the slot
at his house.
There's a big pile of mail.
- Donny's cousin, Sal, he
rents lights to porno shoots.
He heard Miltie skipped town.
Might be even out
of the country.
- What about the other one?
- The partner?
The doofus?
- Yeah, him.
Go get him.
Bring me the doofus.
♪ Oh, but it don't make
no difference, babe ♪
♪ And I know that
I could always try ♪
- There's you go.
Tell your friends about me,
all right?
Right here.
Right here.
Get the tape
everybody's talking about.
New video with Pamela Anderson.
Deep throat.
What's up, bro?
Hey, check out the tape
everybody's talking about.
One for 30,
two for 50.
Pam Anderson
sucks Tommy's dick.
Hey, ladies, you want one?
- Come on, man.
We can't sell that in here.
- Why not? You got some guy
selling bootlegs of it
on your property,
in your parking lot.
- He's not really
bothering anybody.
- He is bothering me
very, very much.
Look, I got the real tape
right here, man,
and I'm willing
to make you a deal.
A really good deal.
Wholesale deal.
Right now.
Come on.
- What makes yours
the real tape and his bootleg?
What's the difference?
- What's the difference?
The difference is
I was first, man.
I was first.
- You know,
David Bowie once said
never be the first
to do anything.
And I bet he wasn't
the first to say it.
- What the fuck am I
supposed to do with that?
- Check 'em out.
Check 'em out.
Oh, what's up, bro?
Hey, you mad, dawg?
Hey, why you mad, bro?
- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.
Wait, so what's the plan
if they ask about the tape?
- "If"?
Hey.
Hey, guys.
Hey. Hi.
Hey. How's everybody doing?
Good!
Good.
That's why
I love Barb so much.
I mean, you know, she
wasn't always such a badass.
You know, she was once
as innocent as they come,
and then she got that tough
by being,
you know, by being knocked down
over and over again,
you know,
sometimes by the people
that she trusted the most.
And that really spoke
to me personally.
And, you know, so people
are really gonna--
Hi, Pam. Yeah.
Vance.
Stuff Magazine.
Your favorite thing
in a guy.
- I like a man
who listens, Vance.
- Hello, Pamela.
Pamela.
Did you ever have
fight trainings
before you played
in Barb Wire?
- Oh, yeah, and, you know,
on Baywatch a little--a little.
But, you know, nothing
like this, nothing like this.
Well, C.J. didn't get
to wave a hand-cannon around.
I wish.
- I have a question.
- Yes. Hi.
- When's your Penthouse
coming out?
Sure lots of guys
are looking forward to it.
Well, sorry to disappoint,
but, um,
me in Penthouse
is not gonna happen,
and we're taking legal steps
to make sure of it.
Next question--
So the lawsuit is real?
- As opposed to--
- You know, like a--
- Publicity stunt?
So the rumors
that you and Tommy were
actually the ones who released
the tape are unfounded?
Is that what you--
- The tape was stolen
from our house--
from a safe in our house.
We are the victims
of a burglary.
- Got it.
Great.
♪ ♪
♪ You say you want to go ♪
- Nine?
That's it?
Fucking bootleggers, man.
- You know what they say.
Imitation is the
sincerest form of flattery.
- Yeah, whoever said that
wasn't getting
his fucking business
ripped off.
I'm going
to the post office.
- Oh. Any word from Miltie?
- Fuck do you think, dude?
♪ There without me ♪
- What's that?
A '77?
- Oh, my God.
Look, there--
There are people
who are expecting me places.
- Relax. Let's go.
- He just wants to check in.
- Let's go.
♪ ♪
- Hello, Rand.
Come on in.
Have a seat.
- Hi, Butchie.
- Please,
call me Mr. Peraino.
I got a little game
we could play.
I ask you a question,
you eat a cherry,
and then
you answer the question.
Fun, right?
Here. Try one.
- Ugh.
- Got quite a kick, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
I marinated
the cherries in vodka
and Fernet-Branca
for two weeks.
Have another.
- Oh.
Have another.
So, where's Miltie?
He, uh--he went on--
- Uh-uh.
Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Mm-mm-mm.
It's all part of the game.
You gotta eat two more.
Let's try it again.
Where is Miltie?
- He went to Amsterdam.
You know how it's the
diamond capital of the world?
He went there to--he's turning
our money into diamonds.
- So you let your partner--
our partner--
who controls all the money,
take that money
and leave the country?
You know, Rand,
I'm trying to figure out
if you're a liar
or just a fucking idiot.
- I would never
lie to you, Butchie.
- It's Mr. Peraino,
you fucking liar!
- Ow! Fuck, my knee!
- You owe me $50,000.
- I don't have the money.
Miltie has the money, man.
But I have you.
And you will get me
some of my money by tomorrow.
- I'll do my best, but--
- But what?
But what?
- If I'm being honest,
I'm having a hard time
getting a hold of Miltie.
- Would you shut the fuck up?
- Ow!
- Because Amsterdam is not the
diamond capital of the world.
Antwerp is.
Amsterdam is the drugs and
hookers capital of the world.
You mix that in
with what you already know
about your friend Milton Ingley
and tell me
what you come up with,
you stupid fuck
of a human being.
- Ouch!
You okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, just a little wiped.
- You did great today.
- I tried.
- Fucking men.
Fucking men.
You know what, though?
I hope it's a boy.
"Tommy, this is me
"whom you may have
massively fucked over.
"One of many,
no doubt.
"If you seek
to lift the black cloud
"that follows
your every move,
"meet me at 9:00 p.m.
this evening
"at area D16 of the Dodger
Stadium parking lot.
"Come alone
"and bring an offering
of $26,938.
"No more, no less.
All the best, Karma."
Thanks.
Hi, Pam.
- Hey.
Oh, hey.
Nice to see you.
Hey there.
Thank you so much.
Thank you so much, Kevin.
What a great show
for you tonight.
Our first guest,
you might have seen her
in a little TV show
called Baywatch,
and you can see her starring
in the upcoming film
Barb Wire.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome
Pamela Anderson.
♪ ♪
- Oh. Hey, Pamela.
Welcome back.
- Hi. Hi.
Five months.
- Five months?
- Can you believe it?
I know.
Now, is it a boy or a girl?
Do you know?
- Oh, I actually don't know.
- Really?
- Mm-mm. No.
No, Tommy and I,
we wanted it to be a surprise.
You really
don't know the sex, huh?
- No, we don't.
- Gee, you know,
I never imagined
there was something
sex-related
Pamela Anderson doesn't know.
Am I right, fellas?
- That's actually pretty good.
All right. All right.
All right. All right.
Now, speaking of sex,
and I have to know.
Mm-hmm.
- The tape.
Oh, yeah, fellas,
we all want to know.
- What the fuck?
- What tape, Jay?
Right. What tape? Yeah.
Now, obviously,
I haven't seen it, you know.
- No.
- I want to,
just haven't
gotten a copy yet,
but there's a tape out there
floating around.
Okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Everyone's talking
about it, right, at work.
"Have you seen the tape?
Have you seen the tape?"
Right?
A lot of people
I talking about this tape,
and particularly,
for some reason, men.
- Imagine that.
Oh, I think we have.
Now, what's that like?
What's that like?
You know,
to have all that, uh, exposure?
- What's it like?
It's horrible.
To have something so...
intimate stolen from you,
you know, something private
from inside your marriage
and have it taken
without permission
and exposed to the world,
it's devastating.
This is devastating to us.
♪ ♪
What?
He asked.
I did. I did.
That's on me.
Boy, she is
one tough cookie, huh?
Well, it was incredible
seeing you again.
Congratulations on the baby.
Thanks, Jay.
Pamela Anderson,
one more time.
Barb Wire is in theaters...
- I'm taking
that motherfucker out.
- Tommy, stop.
- What?
- Stop it. Stop.
I need you
to listen to me.
These next few days,
they are not about you,
they are about me.
From right now, until
we get home from the premiere,
you exist solely
to make life easier for me.
You are to cause no drama,
no conflict,
do nothing that
complicates things for me,
screws things up for me,
such as beating up Jay Leno.
- But--
- Shh. But--
Tommy, I have to be
at the hotel tomorrow
for hair and my makeup,
so it makes sense for me
just to go there tonight
instead of going all the way
back and forth to Malibu,
so I'm gonna do that.
Just me.
On my own.
Okay?
And I knew it.
And I knew it the very
first time I touched her.
It's like coming home,
only to no home
I'd ever known.
I was just taking her hand
to help her out of a car.
And I knew it.
It was like...
- Magic.
Magic.
Well, folks,
it's time to wrap it up.
I'm Dr. Marcia Fieldstone
in Chicago,
and to all my listeners,
a magical and merry Christmas.
And to you,
Sleepless in Seattle,
we hope
you'll call again soon
and let us know
how it's going.
Oh, you can count on it.
♪ Find me ♪
♪ I know somewhere ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Bluebirds fly ♪
- God.
Pamela.
- Oh. Hi, baby.
Wait, why are you whispering?
- Oh, it's--
Itchy throat.
What's up, lover cup?
- Oh, nothing.
Just...
Eating pie
and watching a movie.
Aw, babe.
- Tommy, I miss you.
Baby, I can't stand
being away from you.
You want me
to shoot over in a bit?
- Oh, no. No, no, no.
That's okay.
I just--I'm actually
just gonna go to sleep.
Oh.
- I just, um...
I was just calling
to say good night.
So, good night.
- Good night.
- I love you.
I love you too, lover.
- Good night.
Good night.
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ Bluebirds fly ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Birds fly ♪
♪ Over the rainbow ♪
♪ Why, oh, why ♪
♪ Can't I? ♪
♪ If happy,
little bluebirds fly ♪
♪ Beyond the rainbow ♪
♪ Why, oh, why ♪
♪ Can't I? ♪
- Is that the $26,938?
- 27.
I don't got time for
your fucking weird-ass numbers.
- That's the exact amount
you owe me
for my labor
and for my tools.
- So that's
what this is about?
All this
for some lousy 27 grand?
- With that,
you will atone.
I will be made whole
once again.
Uh...
I don't see that happening.
- You don't see
what happening?
- You being made whole.
I may not know much,
but I do know one thing,
and that is
winners and losers,
and you, son,
are a loser.
A bottom, a beta,
a chump, a bitch.
No 27 grand's ever
gonna change that.
That's just--
That's just you, bro.
For life.
- Well, you're a bad person.
- Yeah, maybe.
Maybe I am.
But what about Pamela?
Hmm?
What did she do to deserve
what you've done to her?
Do you have any idea
what you put that
warm, kind,
sweet woman through?
Hmm?
Is she a bad person?
I came here
to beat the living fucking shit
out of you,
but I can't seem to do that,
so I'll just go
with your flow, bro.
I'll make an offering
to the gods.
- Dude, no!
- Is that what you want?
No!
- Is that what
you fucking want?
No!
- Huh?
Go ahead, Ranch.
Go ahead and take it.
What the fuck? No!
That's my fucking money.
- Whoo!
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
- Now, motherfucker.
Now it's on.
What the fuck?
This is so fucked up.
You're a piece of shit, man.
- Guy at work.
So next thing you know,
we're dragging him out there.
Get back.
Take a break.
- Watch your head.
- Yeah, I know.
I know.
I know.
You don't have my money,
do you?
- No.
- There's this
degenerate gambler.
Owes 3,200 to a guy
that owes me 18,000.
So you are gonna
get the 3,200
from this degenerate gambler
for me.
- How am I gonna do that?
- Bam.
Works like regular size, but
you can keep it up your sleeve.
- No.
- No?
No.
- No?
- Look, I don't mean
to critique
how you run your business,
but I am not the man
to do this.
Wouldn't one of them be better
suited for this type of work?
- Both are jammed up
with priors.
Plus they don't owe me
tens of thousands of dollars.
Drop him
at the Albert guy's place.
- Mm?
- Wakey, wakey.
Rise and shine!
Oh, Tommy.
- Baby, just got a call
from a certain lawyer of ours.
The Penthouse verdict is in.
Today's gonna be
a great day.
- I know,
but how can you be so sure?
- The decision wasn't supposed
to come down for months.
Why else would it be so fast?
Come on.
We gotta get that judge's name.
Fucking send him a fruit basket
or something.
Yes?
Fuck. Come on, baby.
There he is.
- Hey. How's it going?
Apologies for the short notice.
- Hey, no problemo.
- We're happy you're here.
What--what--
what's that?
That is a summary judgment.
Judge threw your case out.
Yeah!
Fucking suck it, Guccione.
See, baby?
What did I tell you?
What?
- He ruled
in favor of Penthouse.
- What?
He deemed Penthouse was
in its First Amendment rights,
as the tape,
by virtue of its being
in the public conversation,
is newsworthy.
- That's fucking bullshit!
I agree.
I mean, I get the validity
of the free speech argument,
but for a judge just
to accept it out of hand
with no counterargument,
that, I don't get it.
- I do.
Well, they have
to say something.
They can't say
the actual reason.
- Which is?
- That I don't have any rights.
Because I have--
because I have spent my public
life in a bathing suit.
Because I have--
because I had the nerve
to pose for Playboy.
They can't actually
say that sluts--
and that's what
this ruling is saying I am,
in case you're unclear--
they can't actually say
that sluts don't get
to decide what happens
to pictures of their body,
that I don't get to decide
what happens to my actual body,
so they say something else
instead.
- Pam, I understand
your position.
- You will never
understand my position.
This is why I should
never have never done this.
I let you lead me exactly
where I knew we'd wind up,
which is a place
you've never been before.
Whoo.
But I have, many times.
Don't worry, though.
It'll never happen again.
Pamela.
I'm sorry, sir,
but he's not here.
- Well, just tell him
that Rand fucking called.
Okay?
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
- Albert.
You owe Prager $3,200.
You can tell him I--
- I need the money now.
Or I'm gonna have
to hurt you, man.
I don't want to hurt you,
but I will have to hurt you.
- I don't have it.
I don't have it!
- Give it to me.
- I don't have it.
- I need it.
I need that fucking money.
- I don't have it--
- I don't want to do it--
- Hello?
You getting on?
♪ ♪
- Fuck.
♪ ♪
Pamela Anderson and
Tommy Lee back in the news.
Their steamy sex tape
coming soon
to the pages of Penthouse.
A spokesman
for the magazine
said they finally got
the official, legal go-ahead
to publish images from the
notorious X-rated home video.
- What was that all about?
Your buddy's tape,
Penthouse
is running pictures.
They want to.
- No, it's happening.
The judge just said
it was okay.
- Which means
I have a lot of homework
to do this weekend.
Terry, how about you?
Just don't tell my husband.
Have you seen it?
- Hmm?
The tape?
- Oh.
No.
Really?
I would have figured for sure
you would have seen it.
- I don't need
to watch that shit.
Have you?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, at a party.
- Yeah.
- And?
- I mean, it's actually...
I mean,
it's kind of sweet.
- It's sweet?
- Yeah.
I mean, it should be--
I guess
it should be disgusting.
Rich, debauched famous people
just fucking on a boat,
but it's--it's--it's--
it's, like,
super wholesome.
It's--it's romantic.
I mean, they're so in love.
Yes!
And then it was shot
really interestingly.
- What do you mean by that?
- Well, Pam is holding
the camera most of the time
and she makes
all these, like,
very interesting
artistic choices.
- Oh, yeah.
Yes!
Like, at one point, they're
fucking missionary style
and Tommy's about to cum,
so where does she
point the camera?
- At his dick.
- His face!
She points it at his face
for the cumshot.
- Yeah, you never see that
in a porno.
Ever!
- Huh.
- And then she just sort of
holds it there
and you see how happy he is
to be inside of her.
I mean, he fucking cries
a little bit.
- Oh, I think--I think
I got the picture.
- I mean, I know
you two have your issues,
but I gotta say,
I kinda like him.
I mean, I know he's
a fucking idiot and everything,
but he is--
he's strangely...
likable.
And he's so in touch
with his feelings.
Totally. Yes.
He's, like, some kind of
a sensitive caveman.
- All right.
- We're leveling off.
Traffic has remained roughly
unchanged for the last 30 days.
The numbers are still strong,
but the growth curve.
- We need a pop.
- A pop?
- Something to get attention,
stir up some buzz.
Like what?
- I don't fucking know.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You are mine ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Haven't I told you so? ♪
♪ You are mine ♪
♪ Even the angels know ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Now, I may not be a poet ♪
Any word on Penthouse?
♪ ♪
- Hello.
There's a Mr. Ron Jeremy
on the line.
- Yeah?
Great.
Yeah, put him through.
One moment, sir.
- Quiet.
Ronnie J., to what
do I owe the pleasure?
Hello?
Ron, you there?
- I trusted you.
- Who is this?
I trusted you,
and you fucked me.
- Rand, uh, I--
Hey, man.
I'm sorry.
I've been so out
of the loop.
It's crazy busy over here.
I was actually gonna call you.
♪ ♪
Don't do me dirty
like that, Barb.
- Now give me the money.
I thought we had
a good thing going.
Well, I'm good,
and you're a thing.
And you best get going.
Now, give me the bag.
- So fuckin' proud of you.
♪ So you are a star ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Nobody knows ♪
Well,
we'll just see how it plays.
- Yes, the way it ends is
it's just open for sequel,
but, you know, it's just--
it's up to the studio.
Absolutely.
A steaming pile of shit.
That's the second
best movie she's been in
this year, man.
Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- What's going on?
- Picture you're in--
you're driving, you know,
and you're in, um--
you're stopped at a red light
and the cars coming
in the other direction
have a left-turn arrow.
So they're turning left
in front of you, you know?
And they keep coming,
and then your light
turns green, you know,
so it's your turn,
but these left-turn cars,
they don't stop.
They keep coming.
And at first,
you let 'em go.
You're like,
"What's the big deal?
It's not a big deal.
Just let them go."
But...
you know, they don't stop
and they're taking advantage
of your kindness,
and they know they're
taking advantage of you
and they know they're wrong
and they're just
doing it anyway.
Why?
- Because...
they're assholes?
- Tommy Lee was
the millionth left turner
to roll through my green,
and he flipped me off
and he threw garbage at me
while he was doing it.
And after just taking it
and taking it
and taking it my whole life,
I couldn't fucking
take it anymore.
And so, I did it.
- Wait, what did you do?
- I floored it
and I smashed into him head-on.
- Okay.
Could you be
a little more literal?
- I stole his safe,
which contained
a certain video tape.
- Wait a second.
You're the one who--
- Yeah.
- That's your big
new business venture?
- Yes, it is.
I really don't get
why you're so mad.
It's porn.
- God, it is not porn,
you asshole!
- Yes, it is.
No.
When people in porn
have sex on camera,
we--we are giving consent
for people to watch us.
We signed
fucking releases, Rand.
Did Pam Anderson
sign a release?
Did Tommy Lee sign
a fucking release?
- Stop saying that word.
Okay.
- You're one of these
fucking release people too?
- Get out. Get out.
Okay, I will.
- Who gives a fuck
about these fucking releases?
So stupid.
Fucking bureaucracy.
- No, Tommy, no.
- No way, we're doing it.
- No, I don't--
- Uh-uh.
- Tommy, I wanna go home.
- No way. Not a chance.
Driver, go exactly where I say.
Do not listen
to this major movie star
sitting right next to me.
Hand over
the lenses, Schmitz.
Over my dead body.
If you insist.
Wait, wait.
Barb, wait.
I need those lenses
to evade the retinal scan
at the airport,
and you're gonna
give them to me.
Sorry, Barb.
No can do.
Oh, yes, you will.
By this time tomorrow,
I'll be on a flight
out of Steel Harbor with
that Red Ribbon bioweapon.
By this time tomorrow,
you'll be six feet under.
You're pretty cocky
for a guy with a detonator...
Oh, my God.
Strapped to his chest.
♪ ♪
Come on. Come on.
♪ Tell me ♪
Come on.
Come on.
♪ Is it a sin
to love him? ♪
- Give me the money!
- Who are you, man?
- Who am I?
I am become death!
The destroyer of worlds!
Bare Necessity
starting to fade.
- What the fuck?
No. No, no, no, no.
No--what'd you
do that for, man?
Shut the fuck up.
You Prager owe money.
Prager owes Butchie money.
And you owe Butchie money.
- Butchie as in Peraino?
- Yes! And now you got me
on your fucking ass.
You did this to yourself,
you fucking idiot.
Fuck you!
You did this to yourself!
You did this to yourself.
♪ ♪
You did this to yourself.
♪ I believe it's wrong ♪
♪ Wrong to love ♪
♪ When the one you love ♪
♪ Won't love you ♪
- Should we...get a drink?
♪ If you'd only say ♪
- I want to go home.
♪ Love me too ♪
♪ So tell me ♪
♪ That you'll be mine forever ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And I'll never,
ever have to ask you ♪
♪ Again ♪
♪ "Is it a sin?" ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I believe it's wrong ♪
♪ Wrong to love ♪
♪ When the one you love ♪
♪ Won't love you ♪
♪ But it could be ♪
♪ So heavenly ♪
♪ If you'd only say ♪
♪ That you love me too ♪
♪ So tell me ♪
♪ ♪
♪ That you'll be mine forever ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And I will never,
ever have to ask you ♪
♪ Again ♪
♪ "Is it a sin?" ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Is it a sin? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Is it a sin? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Is it a sin? ♪