TOMMY: Bob Guccione, he's got the tape.
All I know is, we're suing the shit out of him.
- Suing him for what?
- He's do anything to stick it to Hef.
- Tommy's absolutely right.
- If he's not planning to do anything and we sue,
he could suddenly decide to do it to get back at us.
- Nobody's robbing Bob Guccione
of his God-given right to free expression.
- It was the right move.
He was gonna do it whether we sued or not.
- Don't--just shut up. Shut up. Shut up!
"Counsel for defendants will take the deposition
of Pamela Anderson Lee."
Why--why is it just me?
- I don't know why they need to talk to either of us.
We're the fucking plaintiffs.
Doesn't matter. We're in this together.
PERSON: Babe, it's a fucking football game.
- Okay, one second.
- All right, I'm gonna miss the kickoff.
- Okay, okay. I'm coming. Wait. Wait.
Oh, hang on. Have you seen my jacket?
PERSON: No, let's go.
- Are you sure? PERSON: Yes.
Let's go. - Coming, coming.
SINGER: ♪ Wondering what are you doing ♪
[rock music]
♪ ♪
♪ You're driving me to ruin ♪
♪ ♪
[laughter]
- Beer man!
- [sighs]
Oh, I'm good. - Two.
You might change your mind, babe.
♪ ♪
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
let's see if this Labatt's cam
can find us a gorgeous Labatt's fan.
[cheers and applause]
[ethereal music]
♪ ♪
[cheers and applause]
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry, um,
could you repeat the question?
- Mrs. Lee, do you recall how old you were
the first time you publicly exposed your genitals?
SANDY: Objection. - What's your objection, Sandy?
- Relevance.
- What kind of a question is that?
- A disgusting one.
- So he can just ask me anything he wants
and I have to answer? - In deposition, yes.
Once we get to trial, the judge won't allow any of this crap.
Just don't let them rattle you.
Calmer you stay, better this goes,
sooner we're done. BRUCE: Come on, Sandy.
Request a conference if you need one.
- So...
smile and tell them to fuck off in my head?
- [chuckles] Precisely.
Carry on.
BRUCE: All right, Mrs. Lee.
Let's start with something simpler.
Do you remember when you first started modeling?
ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
for your halftime entertainment...
SCOUT: Hi. Hi. Yeah, you. Hi.
Hi. - Hi.
- I saw you on the Jumbotron.
- Oh. Yeah, it's crazy. - Yeah.
Oh, my name's Roger Dennis. I'm VP of marketing at Labatt.
What's your name?
- Oh, I'm--I'm Pamela.
- Pamela, I realize this is kinda out of the blue,
but have you ever done any modeling?
- [laughs] Modeling? No. PERSON: Move along, bro.
- Oh, we're always looking for fresh faces.
- Cool. - Yep.
- Hey, this guy's from Labatt.
- Mm.
Got a card, buddy?
- Oh, yeah.
Think it over.
Decide you're interested, give me a call.
- Easy, pal.
- Thank you. Thanks.
- Gotta give him credit.
One of the more creative attempts.
- What? At what? - Getting in your pants.
- Oh, God.
That's mine.
[indistinct chatter]
[Linda Ronstadt's "Different Drum"]
Alex, can you cover for me?
LINDA: ♪ You and I ♪ PERSON: Order up.
LINDA: ♪ Travel to the beat of a different drum ♪
♪ Oh, can't you tell by the way I run ♪
♪ Every time you make eyes at me ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
♪ You cry and moan and say it will work out ♪
♪ But, honey, child, I've got my doubts ♪
[line rings]
♪ You can't see the forest for the trees ♪
PERSON: Labatt marketing.
LINDA: ♪ Oh, don't get me wrong ♪
♪ It's not that I knock it ♪
♪ It's just that I am not in the market ♪
♪ For a boy who wants to love ♪
♪ Only me ♪
[phone ringing]
- Babe! PAM: What?
PERSON: Can you get that? - Yes.
- Pam! PAM: What?
- Get the phone!
- Hello?
Sorry, wait.
[music stops] Yeah, this is me.
What?
Sorry, for real?
No, this isn't a joke.
Oh, my God. Wow.
I can't believe you even saw that.
- Who is that? - Yeah, no.
Yeah, just, you know, like, a little bit,
like, just some local stuff.
- Babe, who is that?
- Oh, my God. This is--I'm sorry.
No, I just have to ask again. This isn't, like, a prank?
[giggles]
Oh, my God. Wow. Thank you. Talk soon.
- Who the fuck was that?
- That was--that was Playboy.
- What?
- They want me to do some test shots.
- Playboy? You? PAM: Yeah, they--
they want me to come over, yeah.
This is crazy, right?
- Yeah, it's fucking crazy. It's fucking crazy.
Call them back and tell them you're not doing it.
- What? - Call them back.
You're not doing it. - What?
No, it's just a test shoot.
- I don't give a fuck what it is.
- Why are you being like this?
- Why am I being like this?
Maybe 'cause I don't want my girlfriend's tits
to be all over the whole fucking world.
- This is for me. This isn't for you.
- Are you kidding me? Why am I--
- Oh, my God. You know what?
I'm not talking about this anymore.
This conversation is over.
- Yeah, you're gonna walk away?
- Yeah, I'm gonna walk away.
[gasps]
- Fuck.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Where the fuck are you going, Pam?
- America.
♪ ♪
BRUCE: Mrs. Lee, if you're having trouble remembering,
perhaps I can-- SANDY: Objection
to the inference that my client possesses a faulty memory.
- Please let the record state the defense
has not been permitted
one clarifying follow-up question of the deponent
without objection from the plaintiff's counsel.
- Oh, for the love-- I will continue to object
until you comport yourself in a manner--you know what?
Off the record, don't be a shmuck, Bruce.
- Off the record, then stop with the theatrics, Sandy.
- I'm gonna get some tea. Excuse me, gentlemen.
- No, no, no, no, no. We will get it.
Tea, now.
Cream, sugar?
- Just black, thanks.
- Shall we resume?
- Yeah.
- You told us you met your husband, Thomas Lee Bass,
on or around December 31, 1994.
- That's correct.
- And what were the circumstances of that meeting?
- I was socializing with friends.
- And where were you socializing?
- At a club in Los Angeles.
- Did you know anything at all
about Mr. Lee before you met him?
- Like everyone in America,
I knew he was the drummer for Motley Crue.
- And when Mr. Lee approached you at the club,
did you find him attractive?
- I liked his smile.
I still do. Thank you.
- Were you aware of his reputation
as someone who engaged in the services of prostitutes?
- Tommy didn't pay women for sex.
- So he never had sexual relations with prostitutes?
- Well, a prostitute, by definition,
is somebody who gets paid for sex.
So I'm not sure that works.
- Mrs. Lee. PAM: Yes.
- Have you ever been paid for sex?
- No. - Hmm.
Do you need a moment to reflect on that question?
- That's something I would remember.
- So you've never received money for performing a sex act?
- No. - Objection.
Asked and answered.
- Would that mean you don't consider posing naked
for a camera to be a sex act?
- Oh, my God.
I do not.
[Roxy Music's "More than This"]
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ I could feel at the time ♪
NELSON: Welcome to the Playboy Mansion, Miss Anderson.
SINGER: ♪ There was no way of knowing ♪
♪ Fallen leaves in the night ♪
- It looks like a castle. It's just--
- Hey, thanks, Nelson.
NELSON: Thank you. Have a great shoot.
SINGER: ♪ As free as the wind ♪
♪ Hopefully learning ♪
- Let's do this.
SINGER: ♪ On the tide has no way of turning ♪
♪ ♪
- I can't believe this.
SINGER: ♪ More than this ♪
♪ You know there's nothing ♪
♪ More than this ♪
♪ ♪
- Hi. How's it going? I'm Pamela Denise Anderson.
I have a--this is my mom. CAROL: Yeah, I'm Carol.
- Thank you.
♪ ♪
SINGER: ♪ It was fun for a while ♪
- They gave us champagne.
- Wow.
- Oh, my God, honey.
- Mm! [laughter]
- Look at you.
- Oh, Mom.
- What? - Ooh, Mom.
- It's okay.
Pammy, look, you look like a magazine model.
You look-- [both giggle]
You look like Marilyn Monroe.
- No, I don't. - Yes.
Okay. - [sighs]
- Drink a little champagne.
You look beautiful. You look absolutely beautiful.
- You too. - All right, love.
I'm Simon, and I'm going to be taking your picture.
- Hi, Simon. - Hi. Come with me.
- Sorry, can--can I just-- just take one moment?
SIMON: Of course.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Hey. [clears throat]
- All right.
Well, is there anything I need to know?
You know, angles to avoid, bad sides?
Actually, I don't think you have a bad side.
- So...
what exactly are-- are we shooting?
- Well, I thought we'd start over here by the window,
you looking out, gauzy curtains.
And then we'd pop you down on the balcony
and you can do sort of a stretchy,
greeting-to-the-morning-sun type thing, you know?
- Okay. But I mean, which parts?
- Parts?
[both laugh]
Never fear, dear.
This is Playboy, not Penthouse.
We like to keep things classy here.
- Oh, yeah. Totally.
[Tears for Fears' "Everybody Wants to Rule the World"]
SIMON: So... - Yes.
- Remember to have fun.
- Okay.
[exhales deeply]
SIMON: And make love to the camera.
- [laughs] SIMON: That's it.
Oh, totally gorgeous.
Exactly.
Oh, yes.
You're like a ray of sunshine, you are.
All right, try and find your light on your right cheek.
Find a light in the window. - In the window?
- Yeah, keep looking at me. That's it.
Do you care to lose a bit of the blouse?
Completely up to you, whatever you feel comfortable with.
- Sure.
- Great.
That's it. Look at you.
How long have you been hiding that?
Total natural.
Wow. Look at you, Pamela.
Keep position over here.
The forest nymph. That's it.
You sure you haven't done this before?
Absolutely top marks.
♪ ♪
Well done, love.
- What? That's it.
SIMON: Ladies and gentlemen, Pamela Anderson.
[cheers and applause]
Well done, love.
HUGH: The lady of the hour.
- Hi.
- Did you have fun today? - Sure did.
I feel like Alice in Wonderland.
- Good. Let me get us a drink.
To the good life.
To your good life.
- Cheers.
- Please, join me.
This is gonna sound like I'm giving you a line, but I'm not.
Women like you, Pam,
they come around once in a generation.
- Oh, God. I don't know about that.
- Oh, I do. I'm not saying it to be nice.
I'm saying it because it's true.
You are special.
- Well, I certainly feel special right now.
- Good. You should get used to that.
PAM: [laughs]
- And the sooner you do, the happier you'll be.
Could I be so bold as to offer some advice?
- You already are. HUGH: [chuckles]
People will pay you to be the Pamela that they want.
The tabloids, the studios, even me.
But that number,
that dollar figure will never represent what you are worth.
- Are you saying you got a deal?
I should ask for more. - Always.
Don't forget.
Separate your price from your worth.
You do that, and you can be any version of Pam you need to be
and still remember who you are.
- Well, Mr. Hefner,
women have been doing that for centuries.
Playing parts is nothing new.
- True.
But you're not in Ladysmith, Canada, anymore.
Now it's the whole world that will be watching.
Such a pleasure to be in your company.
You are always welcome at the Mansion.
- You know, I might just take you up on that.
HUGH: I look forward to it.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- So I saw a bunch of the girls
in the Mansion today, and the one thing I noticed
was that they all have...
CAROL: Okay. - And I just--you know.
The shoot seemed to go good and everything.
You know, if I do more, I just--I mean, nothing major.
Just like, a cup size, two at most.
You know, like your boobs, Mom. You got the best boobs.
- [snorts] Your father never complains.
- So what do you think?
- What do I think? - Yeah.
- I think God made you perfect just the way you are.
But if you wanna try and top him...
[laughs]
- Get outta here.
CAROL: No, honey. - Really?
CAROL: Yeah, sure. I mean, whatever you want.
Just turn off the light, please.
I'm so tired.
[soft music]
- Is it gonna be okay?
CAROL: Is what gonna be?
- You know...
Everything.
CAROL: Oh, honey.
It's going to be wonderful.
♪ ♪
BRUCE: Did you pose for the magazine again?
- I did, yes. BRUCE: When was that?
- October '89, February '91,
July '92, August '93,
November '94, and January of this year.
- They clearly like you. - And I them.
- On that, you have, in interviews,
described your relationship with Hugh Hefner
as "like a father to me" and that you are
"very close, I consider him a great friend."
Do you concur with these statements?
- I do, yes.
- Do you know who Bob Guccione is?
- [chuckles]
BRUCE: Something funny, Mrs. Lee?
- Not at all.
- Then could you answer my question, please?
- Bob Guccione is the founder and publisher
of Penthouse magazine.
- As a "close friend" of Mr. Hefner's,
you must be aware of Mr. Guccione
and Mr. Hefner's strong mutual
dislike of one another, hmm?
- Yes, I am.
BRUCE: If Mr. Hefner discovered that you had engaged
in a business transaction with Mr. Guccione,
he would probably regard that as a betrayal, no?
- Probably, yes.
- So therefore, if you wanted to expose yourself,
no pun intended, to Penthouse's readers
without jeopardizing your good standing at Playboy,
might one way to do so
be to slip your materials to Mr. Guccione,
say, under the guise of a leaked tape?
- I wouldn't do something like that.
- Well, isn't it true that for the past three Playboy covers,
you have received a near negligible increase
in compensation? - No.
- No, you haven't received a near negligible
increase in compensation?
- No, Mr. Hefner and I,
we've negotiated a-- before each shoot,
a mutually agreed-upon figure we're both happy with.
- Can you think of any financial benefits
that you might stand to reap from Penthouse
being given a copy of a tape
containing pornographic images of yourself?
- None whatsoever.
- Then perhaps you can provide a reason as to why
you and Mr. Lee would make a pornographic tape
if it wasn't, like all of your other pornographic activities,
for the purpose of financial gain.
PAM: Wait, have we got everything?
TOMMY: Oh, we got it all, baby.
PAM: Yeah, we do.
TOMMY: Yeah.
PAM: [sighs] TOMMY: Okay.
PAM: Okay.
TOMMY: Let's go.
PAM: Ah, yes.
[laughs] No.
- Say hello, Mrs. Lee. - Hello, Mrs. Lee.
- Where are we heading, Mrs. Lee?
- Heaven.
[both laugh]
Let's do this.
TOMMY: Let's do it.
- I love you so much.
This is gonna be the best week of our lives.
What's that for?
- We need your testimony to verify the identity
of the individuals represented on your tape
as well as provide context for certain sections.
- I'm sorry, what? Why?
You want me to watch the tape?
- Just a few parts.
- Oh, my God. No.
- I'm so sorry, Pam.
PAM: You can't be serious.
- It'll be over in just a minute.
You know, she could tell you who's on the tape.
You don't have to watch the whole damn thing.
TOMMY: Hey, baby.
PAM: Is this for me? TOMMY: Yeah.
- Can you confirm who the two individuals are on this clip?
- My husband and I.
- Can you identify the road on which it took place?
- Probably an hour outside Malibu.
- So I-15 North, does that sound right?
- Yes. - That's a major interstate.
You notice other vehicles while you were driving on it?
- Yes.
- Were you at all concerned that other motorists
might be able to see what you were doing?
PAM: No. BRUCE: Why is that?
- Come on.
I just wasn't.
- Well, were you concerned about the prospect
of truck drivers, with their elevated advantage point,
being able to see into your vehicle
while you were performing oral copulation on Mr. Lee?
- No.
BRUCE: Because you felt that it was unlikely
that they would be able to do so
or because you didn't care if they did?
SANDY: Objection. Compound beyond scope.
BRUCE: All right. Next clip.
PAM: Three. Three at least.
TOMMY: Five, enough for their own band.
PAM: But spaced out.
But we won't spoil-- we won't spoil them.
No, promise me.
- No. - Mm-mm.
- I'm not spoiling...
- No. - My kids.
[both laugh] Except on Christmas.
- Only on Christmas.
Okay, that's fine.
And me. Spoil me on Christmas.
- And we'll come back here... every year.
- Mm-hmm. - Down in a houseboat.
- Mm-hmm.
- Tour the lake. - Mm-hmm.
- Telling them where they were conceived.
- Shut up, Tommy, we will not.
- Come on, we have to. - No.
- We have to tell them. - Mm.
♪ ♪
- I love you, Pamela.
- I love you.
♪ ♪
PAM: Yeah. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, baby.
I love you so fucking much.
Yeah, give it to me. TOMMY: You're my fucking wife.
PAM: I want those babies. Give me--
TOMMY: Yeah? PAM: Yeah.
TOMMY: Are you ready for one right now?
PAM: Baby. TOMMY: Yeah.
PAM: Give it to me, babe. TOMMY: Fuck.
[both moaning]
PAM: Baby. [tape stops]
- And can you confirm
who the two individuals on this clip are?
- My husband and I.
- And where were you while engaging
in this sexual intercourse?
- I was on my boat.
- No, what body of water was it?
- As I said, we were on Lake Mead, Arizona.
BRUCE: While you were engaged in sexual intercourse
on the bow of your boat,
were you aware of the presence of any other boats?
- No, it was--that part of the lake was empty.
- Would it have been possible, while engaged
in sexual intercourse,
for another boat to have come into view?
- No, it's-- we'd have heard a motor.
BRUCE: But it would have been possible, yes?
- I suppose so. Yes.
- Was that exciting to you and your husband?
- No.
No.
BRUCE: All right, next clip. - I just--I'm sorry.
Feeling a little dizzy. Please excuse me.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[gasps]
[sighs]
[toilet flushes]
♪ ♪
STENOGRAPHER: Are you okay?
- Thanks.
- For what it's worth,
I've seen a lot of horrible depositions,
but this...
♪ ♪
TOMMY: I want another.
PAM: Another what?
TOMMY: Vacation.
PAM: Vacation?
- Yeah. - We haven't even unpacked.
- You know what? Let's go to Fiji.
- Fiji? - Have you ever been?
- Never. - Seriously.
Hey, come on. I'm serious. I'm serious.
Come here. Let's go to Fiji. Let's go to Fiji tonight.
- Oh, baby. I can't go to Fiji tonight.
I've got work.
I can't skip work to go to Fiji.
- Of course. Of course.
Well, you're gonna have to-- you're gonna have to skip it,
'cause you're going on a first class to Fiji.
Look at this.
PAM: What are you doing?
- Look at these-- you're gonna wear all that.
- In Fiji?
- There's a dinner every night in Fiji,
and then you're gonna have to wear
every single one of these dresses.
And you know what? It gets cold at night,
so you're gonna have to wear that hat.
[laughter]
- This hat is perfect for Fiji. TOMMY: It is.
Look at my sweet wife. - Oh, my God.
TOMMY: Baby.
PAM: Enough already with the camera.
TOMMY: Oh, my God.
Sweet ass.
- Give me that. TOMMY: Oh!
Hey, one question.
- Give me that camera.
- Hold on. One question.
What was your favorite part of vacation?
PAM: Being with you.
- Really? PAM: Yeah.
- I thought it was boning your husband.
PAM: Give me that camera. Give me that camera.
TOMMY: One second. One second.
We're dealing with something very important.
PAM: What? TOMMY: This thing here, okay.
Family artifact, okay?
- Mm-hmm. - It quite...
Quite possibly contains
the conception of our first child.
So we gotta treat it with the reverence that it deserves.
- Okay. - Right?
- Yeah.
- I'm gonna put it in the safe. - Okay.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- But on my trip to the safe, I'm really gonna miss you.
- I'm gonna miss you too.
- Okay? - Should I come with you?
- So don't leave. I'll be right back.
- Okay. I'll be packing for Fiji.
♪ ♪
Thank you. SANDY: Sure.
- Sorry about that.
BRUCE: Welcome back, Mrs. Lee. I hope you're feeling better.
- [exhales heavily]
BRUCE: I'd like to return to something you said earlier.
Isn't it true, Mrs. Lee,
that the so-called private correspondence between--
- Sorry to cut you off, Bruce. 5:00 p.m.
- 5:00 p.m. already? SANDY: Yep.
- Wow, that went fast.
Well, this concludes our scheduled time for today.
We still do have a few more questions, though,
so I would propose that we resume tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.
- I need to talk to you.
I'm done.
- Pam, the worst is over. We are this close to--
- No, you don't understand.
I'm done. SANDY: Pam.
- I will not answer another question.
- Pam, listen, I'm trying to make this work.
- You make that happen, or I get a new lawyer.
- All right. Bruce, can I have a word, please?
BRUCE: Of course.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- I'm sorry we left such a mess.
♪ ♪