Pam & Tommy (2022): Season 1, Episode 8 - Seattle - full transcript
Everything changes when a cocky young Internet entrepreneur comes into the picture.
- You owe me $50,000.
- I don't have the money.
Miltie has the money, man.
- You owe Butchie money!
And now you got me
on your fucking ass!
- Five months.
- Five months?
- I can't believe it. I know.
- Wow.
Now, is it a boy or a girl?
- Judge threw your case out.
He ruled in favor
of "Penthouse."
- They can't actually say
that sluts don't get to decide
what happens to pictures
of their body.
- What did you do?
- I stole his safe,
which contained
a certain video tape.
I really don't get
why you're so mad.
It's porn.
- It is not porn, you asshole!
Get out!
- Now give me the money.
You're pretty cocky for a guy
with a detonator strapped
to his chest.
- You, son, are a loser.
- Well, you're a bad person.
- Maybe I am,
but what about Pamela?
What did she do to deserve
what you've done to her?
Is she a bad person?
♪ ♪
- Exactly. Totally, man.
That's the name of the game.
The bottom line is,
we got to keep growing.
And it's so easy
to repeat yourself,
but you can't be
afraid of change.
- This album, there's all kinds
of new sounds on there.
Industrial, techno,
alternative.
- But in the end it's still us.
It's still rock and roll.
- Yeah.
Basically,
what we're trying to say is
this is '90s Crue.
What do you say?
You want a taste?
- Yeah!
♪ ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Another brick in the wall ♪
♪ Another cat to call ♪
♪ Another ticket tonight ♪
♪ Another dog in the fight ♪
♪ Mirror on the wall ♪
♪ Mascara stare ♪
♪ And lipstick on her eyes ♪
♪ Drop down in tears ♪
♪ She wants to cry ♪
♪ She says, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ She says, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ She says, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ She says, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- You're asking me
what's in it for him?
I'm asking
what's in it for you?
Is it the money?
- I'm with Gus because
he sees the real me.
When he looks at me,
he sees a full person,
not just a pair of gams
to show off
to the fellas at Macambo.
I'll take your word for it.
- You don't have
to take my word for it.
You just have
to take your coat and hat
and get the hell
out of my house.
Thank you.
That was--
that was great.
- Oh.
Thank you. I'm--um,
is that all you need or--
'cause I actually have been--
Yep.
- I can do it a ton of--
- That was perfect.
- Okay. That's
great.
Whoo! Okay.
Thank you, Curtis.
Thanks so much.
- You're welcome.
We'll be in touch.
Okay, great. That's--
thank you for your time.
- Thank you.
Thank you so much.
I appreciate it.
Oh, my gosh.
I'm sorry.
It's hard work being pregnant.
Thank you so much
for your time.
I appreciate it. Bye.
Bye.
- Have a great day.
It was quick.
I--I think I did well.
I think I did well.
I have no doubt.
- Oh, and you told them
how much I love the project?
You know--you know, how much
I connect with the role?
- Multiple times.
And they know I'll have
the baby weight off?
- I made that abundantly clear.
Oh, God.
All right, so what's going on
with the Bond spoof?
- Still trading calls--they
definitely seem interested.
Mike Myers thought
you were great.
- But you know, I can't--
I can't give a yes.
You know,
not until I know about LA.
- Right,
let's first have that problem.
I know. I know.
- On another subject,
I got another call
from "Baywatch."
- Ugh. Rob--
They're desperate
to have you back.
We hold all the cards.
We can cut you
an incredible deal.
- Listen, you know how I feel.
- I know.
Just...giving you options.
That's my job.
- Listen, I am well aware
that "Barb Wire"
didn't exactly light
the world on fire, but--
One movie shouldn't
kill my entire film career.
- You're right.
One movie should not.
♪ ♪
- 2.7 million.
That's how many people
are looking at those pictures.
Perverts,
casting directors...
Friends.
- Well, at least
it can't get any worse.
♪ ♪
- That's $1,100.
Um...he'll have
the last three next week.
I was hoping I could
talk to you for a second.
- Uh-huh.
I've done, uh--
I've done eight jobs for you.
Uh, I--I'd like
to think I did a pretty
decent job, you know?
I know we're not square yet,
but...
This work is--
it's killing me.
I can't eat.
I can't sleep.
I have nightmares.
I'm not cut out for this.
I'm not cut out for this,
Mr. Peraino.
It is devouring my soul, and
so, you know, if we could maybe
work out something else,
I don't know, um--
- Tell you what.
Give me 10 grand,
and I'll consider us even.
- 10 grand?
♪ ♪
- Sounded great, man.
Fucking tight.
- Dude, what time we got
to be back here?
6:30.
- That early?
- To close?
- Hey, guys.
So listen,
slight change of plans.
Hey, hello.
- Hey, just talked to Curtis.
- And?
He loved you.
He thought you were amazing,
but they are going
in a different direction.
Honey, this is one of the most
coveted roles in town.
Every major actress was
throwing her hat in this ring.
- Oh, my God.
Uh, who got it?
Kim Basinger.
Listen to me,
there is zero shame
in losing out to Kim Basinger.
- All right,
well, I guess I'm--
I'm cl--I'm clear
to do the Bond spoof.
What?
Oh, fuck!
They fucked us over.
Tommy, wh--
what are you doing back?
MTV, the fucking BMA people.
We were supposed
to close the show and then,
out of nowhere,
this producer chick's like,
"Oh, hey, by the way,
we're shuffling things around.
You're on first."
So we're like,
"We're the opener?
Sure, no problem."
And she's like,
"Well, no. Not exactly."
So we're like,
"Okay, what do you mean?"
And she's like,
"Well, fuck you."
Because it turns out
we're not the opener,
we're the fucking pre-show.
Like, as in,
before the thing starts.
They bumped us off
the broadcast for fucking Beck.
So we're like, "Fuck that.
We're not some
fucking warm-up act."
So the four of us just got up
and fucking left.
But at least you don't have
to get dressed tonight.
Shit, sorry, baby.
I didn't get the part.
- Huh?
"L.A. Confidential."
Oh, shit.
Yeah.
Or the stupid Bond spoof.
- Really?
No.
No.
God, it's--
Ugh!
It's so stupid.
Oh, and you want to know
who I, um--I lost out to?
- Who?
- Elizabeth Hurley.
- Who the fuck
is Elizabeth Hurley?
- That's what I said.
Fuck Mike Myers.
Yeah, it's not just him.
It's just--it's everybody.
It's everybody. It's--
This tape.
I'm a walking punchline.
- It's gonna die down.
That is just exactly
what I keep telling myself,
and then every time I do,
poom,
something new comes along.
Aw, babe.
Listen to me.
It has to die down.
It's fucking everywhere,
in newspapers, magazines, TV.
There's no place left
for it to go.
♪ ♪
- Hello?
Have you seen this shit?
- Nikki?
What shit?
Tommy, would you
fucking plug it in?
It's in!
Is this white box important?
What is this?
That's the modem.
Address bar?
What the hell are
you talking about?
The white line
at the top, Tommy.
No, it's just three Ws, okay?
It's not "W-W-W."
It's just three Ws.
Just type it in like that.
Okay, it's the arrow
that points back like, return.
Okay. It's loading.
Hold on.
Tommy, what are you doing?
How's it going? Look at you.
Look at you.
Where you going?
Aw, that's sweet.
Come on.
Hey.
Aw.
Ah! I am one lucky camper.
Whoo! Yes, naked.
You got it.
All right, all right.
Ah!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Yeah, what's up, lover?
What's up, lover?
- I didn't order any pizza.
- Give me the fucking money,
man.
Not as big as you.
Not as big as this.
Hey.
- What the fuck?
What's up, baby?
How's it going?
Look at you.
- How is this...
Look at you.
Where are you going?
- Playing...
Come on.
- On your computer?
♪ ♪
Internet Entertainment Group?
Internet Entertainment Group?
- We're
a technology/entertainment
company based out of Seattle,
and I'm down here
in the valley for a few days
on a little scouting trip.
Good for you, Dan.
- Rand.
- Good luck
with your brilliant,
world-changing idea.
- You little fucker.
I've been doing some digging.
It's a company out of Seattle.
They run a bunch
of these camgirl sites.
Club Love is apparently
the flagship.
Camgirl?
Yeah.
It's kind of like
an online peep show.
You pay a subscription
and you watch girls.
They, you know,
disrobe and then they--
they do things to themselves.
- Over the computer?
- That's a thing?
- Yeah. It's huge.
Big money in it.
- Wait.
So then why are they
playing our tape for free?
- Can you think
of better publicity?
- Don't tell me
we're not suing these guys.
They're playing our tape,
Pamela, for free.
Thousands of fucking people...
Millions.
- Are sitting there--
- Millions.
- Millions.
The VHS tape,
that was a flu.
This is a plague.
- Happy birthday,
Merry Christmas.
- Holy shit.
- And that's just
in the first 24 hours.
- Has a video ever racked up
that many views that fast?
- Has a video ever racked up
that many views?
I mean, look,
everybody has a spike...
Hey, Seth!
- But look at 10:00 p.m.
- This just came.
- They're suing us.
They're suing us!
Fuck, yes!
Oh, Valerie.
Is this not the best day ever?
We're being sued, baby!
Fuck yeah!
Whoo!
- Seth Warshavsky's office.
- Yeah, put him on.
Put him on now.
- Um, may I ask who's calling?
Uh, yeah, you sure can.
You tell him
that it is the rightful owner
of the Pam and Tommy tape,
the person he's fucking
stealing from!
- Hold please.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry,
Mr. Warshavsky's
away from his desk
at the moment.
- That is fucking bullshit!
Just put him on.
- Could I take a message?
You know what?
Yes. You can take a message.
Here's the message.
You tell him
that Rand Gauthier,
R-A-N-D G-A-U-T-H-I-E-R,
is gonna come up
there to Seattle
and I'm gonna pop
his fucking head off
like a fucking dandelion!
You got that?
- "Rand Gauthier
is gonna come up
"there to Seattle
right fucking now
and pop his head off
like a fucking dandelion."
- Yes, exactly.
Also, go fuck yourself.
♪ Yo, too many clowns in rap ♪
♪ Fake cats who ain't
down to scrap ♪
♪ My solo mission down
the plat ♪
♪ Rock a four pound splat ♪
♪ You get found
round the back ♪
♪ Real killers
like the sound of that ♪
♪ My purpose is to show kids
the meaning of show-- ♪
Fuck.
♪ ♪
Hmm.
Welcome.
Hmm.
What can Charmaine do for you?
- I come seeking answers.
- And what is the question?
- I'll tell you the question.
The question is why?
Why does bad stuff
keep happening to me
when good stuff is supposed
to be happening to me?
Karma is supposed to be
on my side,
but it is not.
- Well,
why don't we take a look.
Please.
The Wheel of Fortune
is moving
in the wrong direction.
- Yeah, I know.
Why?
The Star, eh,
you've hurt this person.
- The star?
Naked woman by the water,
some sort of beach--
Oh, my God.
- This is a joke!
- What now?
- They denied our injunction.
The judge.
He's arguing it's media.
So long as they're not
charging people to watch it,
it's considered commentary,
and thus protected
by the first amendment.
- Yeah.
Well, how the fuck
is a porno website media?
- "Electronic media,"
he's calling it.
Anything on the World Wide Web.
- That's insane.
- I agree with you, Tommy,
which is why
we're going to appeal.
- How long will that take?
- The appeal process?
That depends.
- Days?
- Nope. Not days.
♪ ♪
Oh, I love you so much.
It's so nice.
Yeah!
Mm.
I'm dying to break it.
Don't break it.
♪ ♪
Hey, happy birthday, huh?
I want it. I wanna eat it.
- Here they come!
- Pam! Pamela!
I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry.
It's me!
It's Rand, the carpenter!
I'm sorry!
I'm Rand, and I'm so sorry!
- What do you think
it's about?
- No clue. He wouldn't say.
- Sorry for the short notice.
What's up?
- Well, there's someone here
who'd like to speak with you.
- Who the fuck are you?
- To start off,
I'd like to say thank you.
- For?
The injunction.
Thanks to your effort
to block me,
we now know it's actually legal
to stream the tape.
- What do you want?
What do I want?
- Yeah, what do you want?
- I--I want
to make you an offer.
- An offer?
Yeah.
I want to buy the rights
to the tape.
- Go fuck yourself, dude.
- Fucking offer.
You want a fucking offer?
You want your fucking offer?
Huh?
Tommy, Tommy.
- You'll never fucking
get anything from me,
ever fucking ever!
You fucking--
go fuck yourself.
Fucking offer.
- You already have the rights.
- No, I-I have the right
to stream it for free.
I want to stream it for profit.
Go fuck yourself.
You fucking--
Just--just so he knows,
I go fuck myself and your tape
will spread all over the web.
Hundreds of websites
will post it.
I mean, you think a lot
of people have seen it now?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
And if you had the rights?
I buy the online rights,
and I start charging to watch.
It'd be illegal
for anybody else
to stream it,
free or otherwise.
They'd be violating
my constitutional right
to make a profit off
of something I own.
The chain of title
would grant him the right
to take down
the unauthorized copies.
Exactly. I could put it
behind a paywall,
slap a nice
little watermark on there--
"Property of
Internet Entertainment Group.
All rights reserved."
A lot of people
will know about it, yes,
but very few will
have actually seen it.
Probably on the order
of 95% less,
because that's the kind of
drop off that you see
when you charge for content
versus give it away free.
So in summary, you can,
A, do nothing, and--
and watch your tape spread like
the plague all over the world.
Or B, sell me the rights.
It would be controlled
and contained
with far fewer people
ever actually laying
their, uh, pervy little eyes
on it.
So, what's it gonna be?
Door A or door B?
- Door go fuck yourself.
- Okay.
There it is.
On the off chance
you change your mind,
that's a contract and...
that's an offer.
- Later, asshole.
- Uh, personally,
I think you ought to consider.
- Sandy, that dude's
fucking blackmailing us.
- Technically,
it's not blackmail.
What the fuck, dude?
- What he said, it makes sense.
- It's our fucking love
on that tape.
We're not selling it.
- But I just
want this to be over.
- Listen,
we could contain the tape,
and you'll still
have some compensation
for the hell
that you've been through.
- Compensation.
We're not making money
off of this.
Not ever.
- All right, then we're just
back to square one.
- Give it to him.
- What?
- Grant him the rights
for free.
- What,
are you fucking kidding me?
- No, I'm not kidding.
He doesn't get to buy me.
Yes.
- Oh, okay.
So then what?
He gets you for fucking free?
He can have it. I'm done.
- Pamela,
if we hand him the rights,
they're gonna think
we're in on it anyway!
- I don't give a shit
what people think.
But I'm not making a deal
with that fucking piece of shit
on principle alone!
- Do you understand
what this is doing to me?
- Yeah, I'm on that tape too.
- No, not like me you're not.
- You keep saying that,
and that's fucking bullshit.
- Okay.
I'm gonna leave you two.
Have some privacy
to discuss this alone, okay?
- Can I do it without him?
- What?
- Yeah, can I do it alone?
- You both need to sign.
- Can't believe
you'd fucking do that.
Oh, I can't
believe you're my husband.
Happy birthday, huh?
I want it. I wanna eat it.
Mm.
I love you.
What's next?
What's next?
This is my favorite.
Look at him.
Ooh-ooh!
Ooh!
I love you, baby.
Careful of the cake.
You're gonna fall in the cake.
- Billy, you're drunk and
I'm not one of your clients.
Just--just sell me--
- Why is she still with him?
- I have no idea.
Five minutes.
- That's all I ask, okay?
Just--just five minutes
of your time.
- Jesus Christ.
Please,
the--there are some things
I need to say.
- Rand--
Two minutes.
Just two lousy minutes.
You'll never see me
at this door ever again, okay?
- Oh, my God.
Don't do it.
Do not do it.
- Go.
- I, uh--
I came here to make amends.
I'm sorry for being
such a pain in the ass
to you all these years.
I know it's over between us.
I've just had a hard time
letting go.
Obviously, you were the best
thing that ever happened to me,
and unfortunately,
I was not the best thing
that ever happened to you,
which,
you know, that sucks.
It fucking--
it big time sucks ass.
But...you know, that's okay.
This will be the last time
we ever speak.
You will never see me again.
Okay.
You don't have to go that far.
- Really?
No, I mean,
we should definitely
drift apart,
but we could have contact
every now and then.
Catch up over coffee.
- Like, a few times a year?
- Yeah, that would be okay.
- Three or four, maybe?
- Two or three.
Two.
- Every six months.
Not bad.
- You okay?
Things have not been
very good for me lately.
- I know.
It's my own
damn fault though.
I unleashed forces of chaos
into this world.
I'm an agent of chaos.
- You are not an agent
of chaos.
- No, I am.
- You're a good person
who's done some
really stupid things.
- Evil things, evil stuff.
Like steal someone's
very private tape
and release it into the world.
- You had your reasons, Rand.
He fucked you over.
- What did she ever do to me?
Oh man,
I feel terrible for women.
They got to deal with us.
Yeah.
You are not
the greatest gender.
It's my dick on that tape too
just the same as her pussy.
Can I help you?
- Congrats, man.
- On what?
- That fucking fire hose.
Ooh!
Doo, doo!
- That's really funny, dude.
Hey, dude.
That's really funny, man.
Yeah, yeah--
I'm a real fucking lucky dog!
Do not complement me
on my dick, you fuck!
Okay, chill, chill.
- I'm sorry, bro.
- Tommy, chill!
The fuck you looking at?
The whole fucking world
looking at my dick.
But, dude,
you love showing your dick.
Albuquerque Civic Center
"Shout at the Devil" tour,
it was out the whole
fucking drum solo.
- That was consensual.
I chose to wag it.
- I don't know, man.
There's worse things
than the whole world
knowing you got a monster hog.
- Hey, babe.
What are you doing?
- I need to get out of LA.
- Where are you going?
- Home.
- Ladysmith?
- Please, I just--
I need some time.
I need some time away.
- From me.
We're so good together, Pamela.
It's the world that's fucked.
Baby--
- No.
Don't. Stop.
Don't.
Oh, God.
- You know what?
Hey, let's run away.
Huh? You and me?
Just the two of us, like
in the beginning, remember?
Remember how good it was
when it was just you and me?
Let's run away, baby. Come on.
Let's do it. Let's run away.
Please. Come on, baby.
- Where would we go?
- Heaven.
- Oh! Shit!
Think I got one.
I got a good one!
It's a good one! Come on.
Ugh! Ah!
Yay!
Whoo!
- You got me.
- Lake Mead!
Come on, baby.
Hey! No cameras.
♪ ♪
This is just
what we needed, baby.
You know?
- Oh my God, so.
- I love you!
Tommy.
- What?
- Come on.
You're falling asleep.
- No, I--I'm fine.
- No, baby, you're exhausted.
Come on, let's stop.
It's dangerous, all right?
We'll finish the drive
in the morning.
Okay?
- I'm fine, but yeah, okay.
You're so wrong.
I'm not.
Tommy, come on.
- Hi.
Your finest room please.
Baby--
- Yeah, it's good.
- Hey.
Holy shit, dude,
is that Pam Anderson?
- Fuck.
Thanks.
- Yo, you the man, Tommy.
- Love you, Pamela.
Oh, my God, it's Tommy Lee.
- Fuck.
Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, bro.
- Ow.
What the hell?
Stay the fuck back!
- You hurt my arm.
- I'm sorry.
- Gee, that was sincere.
Beary bear.
- I have him.
He's in the bag.
- I want him now.
- I'll give you Beary Bear
in the room, okay?
- Okay, Dada.
What?
- Good evening, Mr. Lee.
This is--
- Did you not see
the fucking
"Do Not Disturb" sign?
- Apologies, this is a welcome
gift from the manager.
Jesus.
If you work at a hotel and you
see a "Do Not Disturb" sign,
would you still walk in?
- Please stop.
You're so loud.
- What?
I'd just like five minutes
without any drama.
Would that be possible?
- Baby, I'm not the one
that ignored the sign.
- You are the one
that flipped out over it.
- I'm sorry.
Ugh, God.
You're sorry a lot, Tommy.
- Would you rather I not be?
- I'd rather you not do
the thing requiring the sorry.
Ugh.
Ugh, can you turn up the air?
I'm boiling.
- 8, 8 1/2.
- Damn.
- Not that I measured.
I mean, aye,
if the music doesn't work out,
you could always
be a porn star.
- Aw, yeah, bro.
Just fucking, you know, uh,
Vivid Video presents Tommy Lee,
"Kickstart My Hard On."
- "Doctor Fuck Good."
- Yeah.
- Yeah, you thought he pounded
the skins on the drums,
but then just fucking--
That's fucking--
what's up, babe?
Pamela.
Babe.
Babe!
- What the fuck
are you looking at?
♪ ♪
Pamela!
Pamela!
- I don't know.
- Well, where the fuck is it?
- Your wife, she took it.
- When?
- A while ago.
♪ ♪
- Can I borrow your bike?
- It would be an honor.
- Cool.
You may kiss the bride.
- I'm sorry.
I know I can be
a real asshole sometimes,
but I'm just--
I'm gonna...try to do better.
No, fuck that.
I am gonna do better.
You deserve everything, baby.
Sign it.
- Pamela.
- Sign it.
- This is our private,
stolen fucking life.
- I don't care. - You
don't care?
You're gonna let that guy
just fucking--
- Sign it, Tommy.
Now.
- What if I don't?
What if I don't?
What happens?
What happens
if I don't sign it?
Just say something, please.
Just say something,
Pamela, please.
Just anything.
Say something.
Fucking say something!
- Fuck!
Goddamn it!
Say something!
That good? You happy?
- It's over.
- What's over?
♪ ♪
What do you think?
It's good.
Then what's the matter?
- The image quality.
Yeah, it'd be great
to have a better copy.
- Hi there.
- Hi.
- Would you like a picture?
- No.
I'm sorry for all the pain
and hurt I've caused.
I just hope you could find it
in your heart to forgive me.
- Rand! Hello.
I'm very sorry
that I missed your call, man.
- What the fuck?
- Wait, have we met?
You look so familiar.
- What are you doing here?
- Um, well,
as apparently, you know,
I'm the one streaming the tape,
but I'm doing it
off a third generation dub,
you know,
which is fine for a freebie,
but I'd like to start charging,
so I would love
to get the original.
- Fuck off.
- I'm willing to pay.
- It's not for sale.
- And why is that?
- It's because
I had a moral epiphany.
- A moral epiphany?
- I realized that
what I did was wrong
and as such, my conscience
will not allow me--
- $10,000.
- How much?
Pay off Butchie.
Clear your debt.
Get a decent place to live.
♪ ♪
- Oh, where are you--
♪ I can think
of younger days ♪
♪ When living for my life ♪
♪ Was everything
a man could want to do ♪
- Yeah, you're doing great.
The baby's almost out, okay?
The baby's almost out.
- Last push, let's have a baby.
The baby's coming!
- There we go.
- Baby, look!
My baby.
- Look into the camera, baby.
Baby, look into the camera.
Just smile for me, baby.
- Baby.
This is crazy.
♪ How can you stop ♪
♪ The sun from shining ♪
♪ What makes the world
go 'round ♪
♪ How can you mend ♪
♪ This broken man ♪
♪ How can a loser ever win ♪
♪ Please help me mend ♪
♪ My broken heart ♪
"Dear Erica,
in this bag is $10,000.
"I'm giving it to you to cover
the Europe phone calls
"and also our divorce.
"If anything is leftover,
please spend it
"on something happy and fun
for you and Danielle.
Yours in karma, Rand."
♪ And misty memories
of days gone by ♪
♪ We could never see tomorrow ♪
♪ No one said a word ♪
♪ About the sorrow ♪
♪ And how can you mend ♪
♪ A broken heart ♪
♪ How can you stop the rain
from falling down ♪
♪ How can you stop ♪
♪ The sun from shining ♪
♪ What makes the world
go 'round ♪
♪ And how can you mend ♪
♪ This broken man ♪
♪ How can a loser ever win ♪
♪ Please help me mend ♪
♪ My broken heart ♪
♪ And let me live again ♪
♪ La, la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La, la-la-la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la-la-la ♪
♪ Please help me mend ♪
♪ My broken heart ♪
♪ And let me live again ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da ♪
♪ Da-da-da-da ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da, da, da ♪
♪ ♪
♪ If I ♪
♪ Should stay ♪
♪ I would only be in ♪
♪ Your way ♪
♪ So I'll go ♪
♪ But I know ♪
♪ I'll think of you each step ♪
♪ Of the way ♪
♪ And I ♪
♪ Will always love you ♪
♪ I will always ♪
♪ Love you ♪
♪ Bittersweet ♪
♪ Memories ♪
♪ That's all I am taking ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Goodbye, please don't cry ♪
♪ We both know that I'm not ♪
♪ What you need ♪
♪ And I ♪
♪ Will always love you ♪
♪ I will always ♪
♪ Love you ♪
♪ I will always ♪
♪ Love you ♪
- I don't have the money.
Miltie has the money, man.
- You owe Butchie money!
And now you got me
on your fucking ass!
- Five months.
- Five months?
- I can't believe it. I know.
- Wow.
Now, is it a boy or a girl?
- Judge threw your case out.
He ruled in favor
of "Penthouse."
- They can't actually say
that sluts don't get to decide
what happens to pictures
of their body.
- What did you do?
- I stole his safe,
which contained
a certain video tape.
I really don't get
why you're so mad.
It's porn.
- It is not porn, you asshole!
Get out!
- Now give me the money.
You're pretty cocky for a guy
with a detonator strapped
to his chest.
- You, son, are a loser.
- Well, you're a bad person.
- Maybe I am,
but what about Pamela?
What did she do to deserve
what you've done to her?
Is she a bad person?
♪ ♪
- Exactly. Totally, man.
That's the name of the game.
The bottom line is,
we got to keep growing.
And it's so easy
to repeat yourself,
but you can't be
afraid of change.
- This album, there's all kinds
of new sounds on there.
Industrial, techno,
alternative.
- But in the end it's still us.
It's still rock and roll.
- Yeah.
Basically,
what we're trying to say is
this is '90s Crue.
What do you say?
You want a taste?
- Yeah!
♪ ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooh, yeah ♪
♪ Another brick in the wall ♪
♪ Another cat to call ♪
♪ Another ticket tonight ♪
♪ Another dog in the fight ♪
♪ Mirror on the wall ♪
♪ Mascara stare ♪
♪ And lipstick on her eyes ♪
♪ Drop down in tears ♪
♪ She wants to cry ♪
♪ She says, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ She says, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ She says, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah ♪
♪ She says, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
- You're asking me
what's in it for him?
I'm asking
what's in it for you?
Is it the money?
- I'm with Gus because
he sees the real me.
When he looks at me,
he sees a full person,
not just a pair of gams
to show off
to the fellas at Macambo.
I'll take your word for it.
- You don't have
to take my word for it.
You just have
to take your coat and hat
and get the hell
out of my house.
Thank you.
That was--
that was great.
- Oh.
Thank you. I'm--um,
is that all you need or--
'cause I actually have been--
Yep.
- I can do it a ton of--
- That was perfect.
- Okay. That's
great.
Whoo! Okay.
Thank you, Curtis.
Thanks so much.
- You're welcome.
We'll be in touch.
Okay, great. That's--
thank you for your time.
- Thank you.
Thank you so much.
I appreciate it.
Oh, my gosh.
I'm sorry.
It's hard work being pregnant.
Thank you so much
for your time.
I appreciate it. Bye.
Bye.
- Have a great day.
It was quick.
I--I think I did well.
I think I did well.
I have no doubt.
- Oh, and you told them
how much I love the project?
You know--you know, how much
I connect with the role?
- Multiple times.
And they know I'll have
the baby weight off?
- I made that abundantly clear.
Oh, God.
All right, so what's going on
with the Bond spoof?
- Still trading calls--they
definitely seem interested.
Mike Myers thought
you were great.
- But you know, I can't--
I can't give a yes.
You know,
not until I know about LA.
- Right,
let's first have that problem.
I know. I know.
- On another subject,
I got another call
from "Baywatch."
- Ugh. Rob--
They're desperate
to have you back.
We hold all the cards.
We can cut you
an incredible deal.
- Listen, you know how I feel.
- I know.
Just...giving you options.
That's my job.
- Listen, I am well aware
that "Barb Wire"
didn't exactly light
the world on fire, but--
One movie shouldn't
kill my entire film career.
- You're right.
One movie should not.
♪ ♪
- 2.7 million.
That's how many people
are looking at those pictures.
Perverts,
casting directors...
Friends.
- Well, at least
it can't get any worse.
♪ ♪
- That's $1,100.
Um...he'll have
the last three next week.
I was hoping I could
talk to you for a second.
- Uh-huh.
I've done, uh--
I've done eight jobs for you.
Uh, I--I'd like
to think I did a pretty
decent job, you know?
I know we're not square yet,
but...
This work is--
it's killing me.
I can't eat.
I can't sleep.
I have nightmares.
I'm not cut out for this.
I'm not cut out for this,
Mr. Peraino.
It is devouring my soul, and
so, you know, if we could maybe
work out something else,
I don't know, um--
- Tell you what.
Give me 10 grand,
and I'll consider us even.
- 10 grand?
♪ ♪
- Sounded great, man.
Fucking tight.
- Dude, what time we got
to be back here?
6:30.
- That early?
- To close?
- Hey, guys.
So listen,
slight change of plans.
Hey, hello.
- Hey, just talked to Curtis.
- And?
He loved you.
He thought you were amazing,
but they are going
in a different direction.
Honey, this is one of the most
coveted roles in town.
Every major actress was
throwing her hat in this ring.
- Oh, my God.
Uh, who got it?
Kim Basinger.
Listen to me,
there is zero shame
in losing out to Kim Basinger.
- All right,
well, I guess I'm--
I'm cl--I'm clear
to do the Bond spoof.
What?
Oh, fuck!
They fucked us over.
Tommy, wh--
what are you doing back?
MTV, the fucking BMA people.
We were supposed
to close the show and then,
out of nowhere,
this producer chick's like,
"Oh, hey, by the way,
we're shuffling things around.
You're on first."
So we're like,
"We're the opener?
Sure, no problem."
And she's like,
"Well, no. Not exactly."
So we're like,
"Okay, what do you mean?"
And she's like,
"Well, fuck you."
Because it turns out
we're not the opener,
we're the fucking pre-show.
Like, as in,
before the thing starts.
They bumped us off
the broadcast for fucking Beck.
So we're like, "Fuck that.
We're not some
fucking warm-up act."
So the four of us just got up
and fucking left.
But at least you don't have
to get dressed tonight.
Shit, sorry, baby.
I didn't get the part.
- Huh?
"L.A. Confidential."
Oh, shit.
Yeah.
Or the stupid Bond spoof.
- Really?
No.
No.
God, it's--
Ugh!
It's so stupid.
Oh, and you want to know
who I, um--I lost out to?
- Who?
- Elizabeth Hurley.
- Who the fuck
is Elizabeth Hurley?
- That's what I said.
Fuck Mike Myers.
Yeah, it's not just him.
It's just--it's everybody.
It's everybody. It's--
This tape.
I'm a walking punchline.
- It's gonna die down.
That is just exactly
what I keep telling myself,
and then every time I do,
poom,
something new comes along.
Aw, babe.
Listen to me.
It has to die down.
It's fucking everywhere,
in newspapers, magazines, TV.
There's no place left
for it to go.
♪ ♪
- Hello?
Have you seen this shit?
- Nikki?
What shit?
Tommy, would you
fucking plug it in?
It's in!
Is this white box important?
What is this?
That's the modem.
Address bar?
What the hell are
you talking about?
The white line
at the top, Tommy.
No, it's just three Ws, okay?
It's not "W-W-W."
It's just three Ws.
Just type it in like that.
Okay, it's the arrow
that points back like, return.
Okay. It's loading.
Hold on.
Tommy, what are you doing?
How's it going? Look at you.
Look at you.
Where you going?
Aw, that's sweet.
Come on.
Hey.
Aw.
Ah! I am one lucky camper.
Whoo! Yes, naked.
You got it.
All right, all right.
Ah!
Whoo!
Whoo!
Yeah, what's up, lover?
What's up, lover?
- I didn't order any pizza.
- Give me the fucking money,
man.
Not as big as you.
Not as big as this.
Hey.
- What the fuck?
What's up, baby?
How's it going?
Look at you.
- How is this...
Look at you.
Where are you going?
- Playing...
Come on.
- On your computer?
♪ ♪
Internet Entertainment Group?
Internet Entertainment Group?
- We're
a technology/entertainment
company based out of Seattle,
and I'm down here
in the valley for a few days
on a little scouting trip.
Good for you, Dan.
- Rand.
- Good luck
with your brilliant,
world-changing idea.
- You little fucker.
I've been doing some digging.
It's a company out of Seattle.
They run a bunch
of these camgirl sites.
Club Love is apparently
the flagship.
Camgirl?
Yeah.
It's kind of like
an online peep show.
You pay a subscription
and you watch girls.
They, you know,
disrobe and then they--
they do things to themselves.
- Over the computer?
- That's a thing?
- Yeah. It's huge.
Big money in it.
- Wait.
So then why are they
playing our tape for free?
- Can you think
of better publicity?
- Don't tell me
we're not suing these guys.
They're playing our tape,
Pamela, for free.
Thousands of fucking people...
Millions.
- Are sitting there--
- Millions.
- Millions.
The VHS tape,
that was a flu.
This is a plague.
- Happy birthday,
Merry Christmas.
- Holy shit.
- And that's just
in the first 24 hours.
- Has a video ever racked up
that many views that fast?
- Has a video ever racked up
that many views?
I mean, look,
everybody has a spike...
Hey, Seth!
- But look at 10:00 p.m.
- This just came.
- They're suing us.
They're suing us!
Fuck, yes!
Oh, Valerie.
Is this not the best day ever?
We're being sued, baby!
Fuck yeah!
Whoo!
- Seth Warshavsky's office.
- Yeah, put him on.
Put him on now.
- Um, may I ask who's calling?
Uh, yeah, you sure can.
You tell him
that it is the rightful owner
of the Pam and Tommy tape,
the person he's fucking
stealing from!
- Hold please.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry,
Mr. Warshavsky's
away from his desk
at the moment.
- That is fucking bullshit!
Just put him on.
- Could I take a message?
You know what?
Yes. You can take a message.
Here's the message.
You tell him
that Rand Gauthier,
R-A-N-D G-A-U-T-H-I-E-R,
is gonna come up
there to Seattle
and I'm gonna pop
his fucking head off
like a fucking dandelion!
You got that?
- "Rand Gauthier
is gonna come up
"there to Seattle
right fucking now
and pop his head off
like a fucking dandelion."
- Yes, exactly.
Also, go fuck yourself.
♪ Yo, too many clowns in rap ♪
♪ Fake cats who ain't
down to scrap ♪
♪ My solo mission down
the plat ♪
♪ Rock a four pound splat ♪
♪ You get found
round the back ♪
♪ Real killers
like the sound of that ♪
♪ My purpose is to show kids
the meaning of show-- ♪
Fuck.
♪ ♪
Hmm.
Welcome.
Hmm.
What can Charmaine do for you?
- I come seeking answers.
- And what is the question?
- I'll tell you the question.
The question is why?
Why does bad stuff
keep happening to me
when good stuff is supposed
to be happening to me?
Karma is supposed to be
on my side,
but it is not.
- Well,
why don't we take a look.
Please.
The Wheel of Fortune
is moving
in the wrong direction.
- Yeah, I know.
Why?
The Star, eh,
you've hurt this person.
- The star?
Naked woman by the water,
some sort of beach--
Oh, my God.
- This is a joke!
- What now?
- They denied our injunction.
The judge.
He's arguing it's media.
So long as they're not
charging people to watch it,
it's considered commentary,
and thus protected
by the first amendment.
- Yeah.
Well, how the fuck
is a porno website media?
- "Electronic media,"
he's calling it.
Anything on the World Wide Web.
- That's insane.
- I agree with you, Tommy,
which is why
we're going to appeal.
- How long will that take?
- The appeal process?
That depends.
- Days?
- Nope. Not days.
♪ ♪
Oh, I love you so much.
It's so nice.
Yeah!
Mm.
I'm dying to break it.
Don't break it.
♪ ♪
Hey, happy birthday, huh?
I want it. I wanna eat it.
- Here they come!
- Pam! Pamela!
I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry.
It's me!
It's Rand, the carpenter!
I'm sorry!
I'm Rand, and I'm so sorry!
- What do you think
it's about?
- No clue. He wouldn't say.
- Sorry for the short notice.
What's up?
- Well, there's someone here
who'd like to speak with you.
- Who the fuck are you?
- To start off,
I'd like to say thank you.
- For?
The injunction.
Thanks to your effort
to block me,
we now know it's actually legal
to stream the tape.
- What do you want?
What do I want?
- Yeah, what do you want?
- I--I want
to make you an offer.
- An offer?
Yeah.
I want to buy the rights
to the tape.
- Go fuck yourself, dude.
- Fucking offer.
You want a fucking offer?
You want your fucking offer?
Huh?
Tommy, Tommy.
- You'll never fucking
get anything from me,
ever fucking ever!
You fucking--
go fuck yourself.
Fucking offer.
- You already have the rights.
- No, I-I have the right
to stream it for free.
I want to stream it for profit.
Go fuck yourself.
You fucking--
Just--just so he knows,
I go fuck myself and your tape
will spread all over the web.
Hundreds of websites
will post it.
I mean, you think a lot
of people have seen it now?
You ain't seen nothing yet.
And if you had the rights?
I buy the online rights,
and I start charging to watch.
It'd be illegal
for anybody else
to stream it,
free or otherwise.
They'd be violating
my constitutional right
to make a profit off
of something I own.
The chain of title
would grant him the right
to take down
the unauthorized copies.
Exactly. I could put it
behind a paywall,
slap a nice
little watermark on there--
"Property of
Internet Entertainment Group.
All rights reserved."
A lot of people
will know about it, yes,
but very few will
have actually seen it.
Probably on the order
of 95% less,
because that's the kind of
drop off that you see
when you charge for content
versus give it away free.
So in summary, you can,
A, do nothing, and--
and watch your tape spread like
the plague all over the world.
Or B, sell me the rights.
It would be controlled
and contained
with far fewer people
ever actually laying
their, uh, pervy little eyes
on it.
So, what's it gonna be?
Door A or door B?
- Door go fuck yourself.
- Okay.
There it is.
On the off chance
you change your mind,
that's a contract and...
that's an offer.
- Later, asshole.
- Uh, personally,
I think you ought to consider.
- Sandy, that dude's
fucking blackmailing us.
- Technically,
it's not blackmail.
What the fuck, dude?
- What he said, it makes sense.
- It's our fucking love
on that tape.
We're not selling it.
- But I just
want this to be over.
- Listen,
we could contain the tape,
and you'll still
have some compensation
for the hell
that you've been through.
- Compensation.
We're not making money
off of this.
Not ever.
- All right, then we're just
back to square one.
- Give it to him.
- What?
- Grant him the rights
for free.
- What,
are you fucking kidding me?
- No, I'm not kidding.
He doesn't get to buy me.
Yes.
- Oh, okay.
So then what?
He gets you for fucking free?
He can have it. I'm done.
- Pamela,
if we hand him the rights,
they're gonna think
we're in on it anyway!
- I don't give a shit
what people think.
But I'm not making a deal
with that fucking piece of shit
on principle alone!
- Do you understand
what this is doing to me?
- Yeah, I'm on that tape too.
- No, not like me you're not.
- You keep saying that,
and that's fucking bullshit.
- Okay.
I'm gonna leave you two.
Have some privacy
to discuss this alone, okay?
- Can I do it without him?
- What?
- Yeah, can I do it alone?
- You both need to sign.
- Can't believe
you'd fucking do that.
Oh, I can't
believe you're my husband.
Happy birthday, huh?
I want it. I wanna eat it.
Mm.
I love you.
What's next?
What's next?
This is my favorite.
Look at him.
Ooh-ooh!
Ooh!
I love you, baby.
Careful of the cake.
You're gonna fall in the cake.
- Billy, you're drunk and
I'm not one of your clients.
Just--just sell me--
- Why is she still with him?
- I have no idea.
Five minutes.
- That's all I ask, okay?
Just--just five minutes
of your time.
- Jesus Christ.
Please,
the--there are some things
I need to say.
- Rand--
Two minutes.
Just two lousy minutes.
You'll never see me
at this door ever again, okay?
- Oh, my God.
Don't do it.
Do not do it.
- Go.
- I, uh--
I came here to make amends.
I'm sorry for being
such a pain in the ass
to you all these years.
I know it's over between us.
I've just had a hard time
letting go.
Obviously, you were the best
thing that ever happened to me,
and unfortunately,
I was not the best thing
that ever happened to you,
which,
you know, that sucks.
It fucking--
it big time sucks ass.
But...you know, that's okay.
This will be the last time
we ever speak.
You will never see me again.
Okay.
You don't have to go that far.
- Really?
No, I mean,
we should definitely
drift apart,
but we could have contact
every now and then.
Catch up over coffee.
- Like, a few times a year?
- Yeah, that would be okay.
- Three or four, maybe?
- Two or three.
Two.
- Every six months.
Not bad.
- You okay?
Things have not been
very good for me lately.
- I know.
It's my own
damn fault though.
I unleashed forces of chaos
into this world.
I'm an agent of chaos.
- You are not an agent
of chaos.
- No, I am.
- You're a good person
who's done some
really stupid things.
- Evil things, evil stuff.
Like steal someone's
very private tape
and release it into the world.
- You had your reasons, Rand.
He fucked you over.
- What did she ever do to me?
Oh man,
I feel terrible for women.
They got to deal with us.
Yeah.
You are not
the greatest gender.
It's my dick on that tape too
just the same as her pussy.
Can I help you?
- Congrats, man.
- On what?
- That fucking fire hose.
Ooh!
Doo, doo!
- That's really funny, dude.
Hey, dude.
That's really funny, man.
Yeah, yeah--
I'm a real fucking lucky dog!
Do not complement me
on my dick, you fuck!
Okay, chill, chill.
- I'm sorry, bro.
- Tommy, chill!
The fuck you looking at?
The whole fucking world
looking at my dick.
But, dude,
you love showing your dick.
Albuquerque Civic Center
"Shout at the Devil" tour,
it was out the whole
fucking drum solo.
- That was consensual.
I chose to wag it.
- I don't know, man.
There's worse things
than the whole world
knowing you got a monster hog.
- Hey, babe.
What are you doing?
- I need to get out of LA.
- Where are you going?
- Home.
- Ladysmith?
- Please, I just--
I need some time.
I need some time away.
- From me.
We're so good together, Pamela.
It's the world that's fucked.
Baby--
- No.
Don't. Stop.
Don't.
Oh, God.
- You know what?
Hey, let's run away.
Huh? You and me?
Just the two of us, like
in the beginning, remember?
Remember how good it was
when it was just you and me?
Let's run away, baby. Come on.
Let's do it. Let's run away.
Please. Come on, baby.
- Where would we go?
- Heaven.
- Oh! Shit!
Think I got one.
I got a good one!
It's a good one! Come on.
Ugh! Ah!
Yay!
Whoo!
- You got me.
- Lake Mead!
Come on, baby.
Hey! No cameras.
♪ ♪
This is just
what we needed, baby.
You know?
- Oh my God, so.
- I love you!
Tommy.
- What?
- Come on.
You're falling asleep.
- No, I--I'm fine.
- No, baby, you're exhausted.
Come on, let's stop.
It's dangerous, all right?
We'll finish the drive
in the morning.
Okay?
- I'm fine, but yeah, okay.
You're so wrong.
I'm not.
Tommy, come on.
- Hi.
Your finest room please.
Baby--
- Yeah, it's good.
- Hey.
Holy shit, dude,
is that Pam Anderson?
- Fuck.
Thanks.
- Yo, you the man, Tommy.
- Love you, Pamela.
Oh, my God, it's Tommy Lee.
- Fuck.
Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, bro.
- Ow.
What the hell?
Stay the fuck back!
- You hurt my arm.
- I'm sorry.
- Gee, that was sincere.
Beary bear.
- I have him.
He's in the bag.
- I want him now.
- I'll give you Beary Bear
in the room, okay?
- Okay, Dada.
What?
- Good evening, Mr. Lee.
This is--
- Did you not see
the fucking
"Do Not Disturb" sign?
- Apologies, this is a welcome
gift from the manager.
Jesus.
If you work at a hotel and you
see a "Do Not Disturb" sign,
would you still walk in?
- Please stop.
You're so loud.
- What?
I'd just like five minutes
without any drama.
Would that be possible?
- Baby, I'm not the one
that ignored the sign.
- You are the one
that flipped out over it.
- I'm sorry.
Ugh, God.
You're sorry a lot, Tommy.
- Would you rather I not be?
- I'd rather you not do
the thing requiring the sorry.
Ugh.
Ugh, can you turn up the air?
I'm boiling.
- 8, 8 1/2.
- Damn.
- Not that I measured.
I mean, aye,
if the music doesn't work out,
you could always
be a porn star.
- Aw, yeah, bro.
Just fucking, you know, uh,
Vivid Video presents Tommy Lee,
"Kickstart My Hard On."
- "Doctor Fuck Good."
- Yeah.
- Yeah, you thought he pounded
the skins on the drums,
but then just fucking--
That's fucking--
what's up, babe?
Pamela.
Babe.
Babe!
- What the fuck
are you looking at?
♪ ♪
Pamela!
Pamela!
- I don't know.
- Well, where the fuck is it?
- Your wife, she took it.
- When?
- A while ago.
♪ ♪
- Can I borrow your bike?
- It would be an honor.
- Cool.
You may kiss the bride.
- I'm sorry.
I know I can be
a real asshole sometimes,
but I'm just--
I'm gonna...try to do better.
No, fuck that.
I am gonna do better.
You deserve everything, baby.
Sign it.
- Pamela.
- Sign it.
- This is our private,
stolen fucking life.
- I don't care. - You
don't care?
You're gonna let that guy
just fucking--
- Sign it, Tommy.
Now.
- What if I don't?
What if I don't?
What happens?
What happens
if I don't sign it?
Just say something, please.
Just say something,
Pamela, please.
Just anything.
Say something.
Fucking say something!
- Fuck!
Goddamn it!
Say something!
That good? You happy?
- It's over.
- What's over?
♪ ♪
What do you think?
It's good.
Then what's the matter?
- The image quality.
Yeah, it'd be great
to have a better copy.
- Hi there.
- Hi.
- Would you like a picture?
- No.
I'm sorry for all the pain
and hurt I've caused.
I just hope you could find it
in your heart to forgive me.
- Rand! Hello.
I'm very sorry
that I missed your call, man.
- What the fuck?
- Wait, have we met?
You look so familiar.
- What are you doing here?
- Um, well,
as apparently, you know,
I'm the one streaming the tape,
but I'm doing it
off a third generation dub,
you know,
which is fine for a freebie,
but I'd like to start charging,
so I would love
to get the original.
- Fuck off.
- I'm willing to pay.
- It's not for sale.
- And why is that?
- It's because
I had a moral epiphany.
- A moral epiphany?
- I realized that
what I did was wrong
and as such, my conscience
will not allow me--
- $10,000.
- How much?
Pay off Butchie.
Clear your debt.
Get a decent place to live.
♪ ♪
- Oh, where are you--
♪ I can think
of younger days ♪
♪ When living for my life ♪
♪ Was everything
a man could want to do ♪
- Yeah, you're doing great.
The baby's almost out, okay?
The baby's almost out.
- Last push, let's have a baby.
The baby's coming!
- There we go.
- Baby, look!
My baby.
- Look into the camera, baby.
Baby, look into the camera.
Just smile for me, baby.
- Baby.
This is crazy.
♪ How can you stop ♪
♪ The sun from shining ♪
♪ What makes the world
go 'round ♪
♪ How can you mend ♪
♪ This broken man ♪
♪ How can a loser ever win ♪
♪ Please help me mend ♪
♪ My broken heart ♪
"Dear Erica,
in this bag is $10,000.
"I'm giving it to you to cover
the Europe phone calls
"and also our divorce.
"If anything is leftover,
please spend it
"on something happy and fun
for you and Danielle.
Yours in karma, Rand."
♪ And misty memories
of days gone by ♪
♪ We could never see tomorrow ♪
♪ No one said a word ♪
♪ About the sorrow ♪
♪ And how can you mend ♪
♪ A broken heart ♪
♪ How can you stop the rain
from falling down ♪
♪ How can you stop ♪
♪ The sun from shining ♪
♪ What makes the world
go 'round ♪
♪ And how can you mend ♪
♪ This broken man ♪
♪ How can a loser ever win ♪
♪ Please help me mend ♪
♪ My broken heart ♪
♪ And let me live again ♪
♪ La, la, la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La, la-la-la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la-la-la ♪
♪ Please help me mend ♪
♪ My broken heart ♪
♪ And let me live again ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da ♪
♪ Da-da-da-da ♪
♪ Da, da, da, da, da, da ♪
♪ ♪
♪ If I ♪
♪ Should stay ♪
♪ I would only be in ♪
♪ Your way ♪
♪ So I'll go ♪
♪ But I know ♪
♪ I'll think of you each step ♪
♪ Of the way ♪
♪ And I ♪
♪ Will always love you ♪
♪ I will always ♪
♪ Love you ♪
♪ Bittersweet ♪
♪ Memories ♪
♪ That's all I am taking ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Goodbye, please don't cry ♪
♪ We both know that I'm not ♪
♪ What you need ♪
♪ And I ♪
♪ Will always love you ♪
♪ I will always ♪
♪ Love you ♪
♪ I will always ♪
♪ Love you ♪