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The most expensive fashion advertising campaign in history
became the most controversial.
All the video footage of the campaign's making
was destroyed forever.
Give me that. The camera, give it to me.
Or so they thought.
Hi, I'm Sabrina. I'm with Robert Baker Models.
I'm 5'10".
This is for Claudio Vestigues.
Yeah, I did runway for him in Paris.
That was a while ago now.
Um, I have no conflicts.
And do you need to keep my book?
No, thanks. It's okay.
Thank you.
Okay, hon, can you move to your left a bit?
Let's try the other left.
And that's it.
Okay, do you see the blue mark?
Okay, that's the one.
Can you hold the slate up for us?
Okay.
Under the chin more.
Sorry.
No problem. Slate away.
Hi, I'm Cynthia Barris. I'm 5'9 1/2".
I'm with Ford Models.
Well, actually, Robert Baker sent me on this,
so I guess I'm with him.
But I was in Korea doing a commercial
and missed the NY casting call.
But I would have been there if Ford would have sent me.
But I'm really a Ford model.
What is fashion but a mask for your insecurities?
My clothes cover your weak, feeble, decaying bodies
and make you look firm,
young vibrant and sexy.
I give you the personality you lack.
In fact, the personality you never had.
You are merely addicts
worshiping at my temple of fashion.
But, hey, I love you for it!
Bring it in.
Bloody hell. Shit.
Oh, my God!
Hi, I'm Pete Famer of Film Factory.
Switch it off. Switch it off. What are you doing?
Eric.
We are meant to be here now.
Who's Cynthia? Her.
It's me but it not today. It's tomorrow.
What is not today?
Maybe your tomorrow is our today.
Who are you people?
They're making a documentary on me.
Huh? What?
Yeah. Oh, shit. Oh, no.
Eric?
Hi.
It's not today.
It's tomorrow in LA, when I'm shooting the campaign.
No, it's fine. It's very spontaneous.
No, you can't use this. I mean--
You know, we were just partying.
And it got late and we just crashed together.
Look, it doesn't matter to us at all.
In fact, it's a very interesting way to start
a "day in the life of" doco.
You can't use this. Sorry.
It's great.
No, it'll ruin my career.
It's great. It's fine. It's fine.
Half the fashion industry is gay.
What? It'll ruin my fucking career.
Advertisers don't want a model they think is, you know, gay.
"They think."
Hey, I am not gay.
I have a boyfriend, okay?
Right. But I--
You know, I dumped him so--
Okay, that's good. We can use that.
It says something
about a rising young supermodel's lifestyle.
What? What?
You can't fucking use this.
You can't just come barging in here
with a fucking camera unannounced.
I mean, I thought you were room service
delivering our breakfast.
No, we're documentarians.
We deliver the truth.
It was fun, honey.
This is not what it looks like.
We shared the room.
Can I get you to sign a release form, please?
You have to! No.
Oh, my God, no.
Hey, be proud, girls. Okay.
Oh, shit.
No, no, no. No, no, no. No, no, no.
They switched it from NY today to LA tomorrow.
What? What day is it?
It's-- It's--
Tuesday.
It's Tuesday.
Okay, well, then the shoot is Wednesday in LA.
So, um, wrong day, wrong city.
Cynthia is going to be the next big, big supermodel.
And a role model.
And I consider her a close personal friend.
No, a client, a friend and a great lay.
Lady. Woman.
Why the fuck did they move the shoot?
I don't know. Maybe LA is hipper or less hip. The location?
Yeah? What's so hip about a palm tree?
No. I didn't--
What I meant was why the fuck didn't they tell me
they had moved the shoot?
Who the hell do they think I am, hm? Hm?
They're diet pills.
And she really is a great girl.
And don't film me smoking.
The classic sweet thing
that grew up somewhere unspoiled.
So she isn't into drugs or anything kinky?
No, no, no, no.
She's great.
And it's great that Claudio Vestigues picked her up.
I mean, he really is the top fashion designer.
But the problem for a model who actually gets work
and travels and all that is that everyone's jealous.
Her friends, her boyfriend, her mother, they're all jealous.
Gay guys are jealous.
So everyone knocks models but everyone wants to fuck you.
Cynthia?
Cynthia? Cynthia?
Are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
I can't believe that we're going to follow her to LA.
Yeah, well, you know, it's a free trip, babe,
plus an extra two days of work.
I got to pay that rent.
I'll send my girlfriend through med school,
and Ma needs the kidney machine.
That's awful. I'm so sorry.
And then all this effort for a fluff piece.
I wanted to get into documentaries
to be a filmmaker, not a fluff-meister.
Women like her give us all a bad name.
Hanna--
Ugh.
Hanna, it's not the subject matter.
It's what you do with it that counts.
I'm going to make a serious statement
via this day-in-the-life-of-a-model segment.
Oh, yeah, what would that serious statement be?
I don't know yet.
We'll just have to wait and see.
You're with me, right, Eric?
So here we are.
Private jets and limos just for me.
Oh, and it's only the prep day.
So you can imagine.
It's like a dream come true.
Tomorrow I am the Claudio V. girl.
And I am so excited.
I can't believe it's me.
Rolling.
So, what do you want me to say?
Well, um-- Well, say anything you want.
Actually, you know what?
I'll get Hanna to give you-
Oh, you know, that's my casting line.
No, that's great.
When Cynthia enters, tell them you'll call them back.
That's my casting line. I got to get that.
RBM Casting? Please hold.
Hi. Oh, Lauren, hey.
Robert, I'm here! Hi. How's it?
How's it going?
Yeah, well,
my good news is that I have
the new Claudio Vestigues girl.
Yeah. No, no, kidding.
Don't be surprised.
Uhh, Cynthia.
No, no, she's not here that much. That's why she--
Well, I am not keeping my best girls from you. No.
Now I'll have girls.
Grade-A Angus.
Tell them you'll call them back.
Oh, you know what, Lauren? I--
I have a camera crew here right now.
Can I give you a call back in like 10 minutes? Thanks.
Hey, girl. How's it going?
It's going good.
You look-- You look--
You look pretty healthy.
Remember, Claudio likes that, you know, look.
Yeah, well, it'll be okay.
The look?
It's just the style right now.
You're going to be a star.
It's sexy.
Yeah, a big star.
People think of it
as a young drugged out party animal thing,
and that's hip and easy to achieve.
You know, could you do me a favor?
Hm?
Could you just answer that for me and say,
"RBM Casting," and press hold?
What?
My assistant's out sick today so--
Uh, you don't have an assistant.
RBM Casting?
Hold.
Who is it?
Hello?
Oh, hi.
You're in town?
Oh, okay.
Yeah, a lingerie catalog?
$1,500 a day plus 20%.
Okay, now, we sent you Sateya, Sabrina,
and the "S" girls last time, right?
Cynthia as well, right?
No, not Cynthia?
Oh, well, just as well.
She is the new Claudio Vestigues girl.
Yeah, yeah, you'd have to direct book her for like 20 G.
No, no kidding.
Oh, well, $12,500 for you, rock bottom.
That's only because you're a loyal client.
Well, oh, okay.
No, no, no, I'll send like a dozen bodies over tomorrow.
Like 10, 12?
Yeah, the usual deal.
Yeah.
Oh, Sabrina?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm sure she'll be amenable.
Yeah, okay. All right, later.
Robert, $12,500?
I'm the new Claudio girl?
They can't afford it anyway.
I was just being nice to them.
But if they say yes, you should book it while you can.
Okay, well, I'm just going to run to the drugstore.
You guys can talk to Robert.
Cynthia? Cynthia? - I'll be back.
Oh, Sabrina, honey, hey.
Hi. How are you?
Good.
These guys are here doing a doco on Cynthia.
Cynthia?
Why Cynthia?
Look, I realize you should be working more.
I should be.
I'm a really good model.
I know.
I'm really good at it.
Look, those Korean lingerie people are in town again.
You could run your portfolio by them
later by yourself if you want.
I'm trying to help out here.
Okay.
That sounded like you're making a date for a girl.
They got to date somebody.
I mean, he uses a lot of models.
Like, they could do a lot worse.
Is that what they call, uh, pandering?
No, that's selling prostitutes.
I'm just helping friends out here.
So do you get a fee?
Look, you said you wanted to talk about Cynthia so talk.
Okay, here. Try this one.
It should be perfect.
If not, we make it perfect.
We photograph her in all of these dresses.
Each one is worth like thousands of dollars.
Here.
Careful with the dresses, hon. They're one of a kind.
Sorry. It was a little tight.
Have you eaten?
Stella, you back here?
Phillippe, hi! I'm Cynthia.
I'm working with you tomorrow.
I'm so excited.
Yes, my new victim.
You need new PJs. I've seen those before.
Stella, darling.
You look delicious as always.
Could I get a little trimmy-trim?
Sure.
Would you do me a favor and stand right up for me?
Right up. Right there.
Very nice.
Peter Famer. We're doing a documentary on Cynthia.
Love your work.
Do you always wear pyjamas?
Not when I sleep.
So, a very big day for you, huh? A big break.
Claudio's new girl.
If you cut it.
Have you ever done nudes?
Art nudes, not crap.
No. No.
Not even with your boyfriend?
Well--
I'm not talking about you spreading your legs for cash,
or anything stupid like that.
But the curve of your mound for art.
No?
Well, you should.
You really should love your body.
Touch yourself, you know? That sort of a thing.
I mean, that's the girl that Claudio wants and needs.
I mean, the girl on the very edge of it all.
What's your biggest job?
What have you done before?
Well, I was just in Japan for a while
and did some stuff.
Happy white chick,
white background, over-bright clothes.
No, I mean I did this lingerie commercial in Korea.
Well, actually, all of Asia.
It was really big.
A lingerie commercial for Korea?
I hate prudish models.
Silly Midwestern girls, all shy and prudish.
Models exploit their bodies. They should do it for art.
Otherwise, they're just whores.
A prude is not a model.
A model who will not spread her legs
and let me photograph the stitching
on the crotch of the panties is a waste of time.
Oh, God. I'll be back.
We're in the sex trade, pure and simple.
Phillippe is extreme but basically right.
If you're going to model, model or go home.
Cynthia.
We're shooting tests of her
so we know exactly what we're dealing with.
There are no shots of her with other top teams,
so it's harder.
You know, she's, um-- She's virgin meat.
I'm sorry. I have to take this.
Open your eyes.
Hey. honey.
No, I don't know where your other guitar string is.
I can't go get you one right now.
The store is right down the street so--
Um, that's my boyfriend.
He's a musician.
He's very, very sensitive.
He can't go outside right now because it's too bright.
And he can't get his guitar string.
So, um, I'll be--
Listen, honey, there's a lot going on here right now.
Of course the music is important to me. What?
Billy Dea, don't!
I didn't do anything.
Do you see any tears?
Cynthia claimed her collapse
was due to jetlag and dehydration.
I thought Billy Dea was murdering her.
It's a long story. There's been incidents.
None of the incidents were my fault, you know?
You know when someone gets in the news for something weird,
you know, like that fellow
whose wife cut off his you-know-what.
Then a few years later they always pop up
in the news again with something even weirder.
It's like a curse.
You'll pay for the interview, right?
Well, we only need a little interview.
Well, I can't interview until I get some c--
Some cash. Ahem.
Ahem.
I have fifty.
Fifty?
Wait a minute. Fifty bucks? What, are you nuts.
No, no, this girl gets at least $150 an hour minimum.
And that's before her agent
had the new Claudio Vestigues model.
We only need 10 minutes.
Well, 100 bucks minimum.
Take it or leave it.
Look at this girl. She's gold.
I mean, look at those eyes, this body, these teeth.
Smile for him.
Okay, Cynthia, lie down here.
Cynthia?
I think she fell asleep again.
She's OD'ed, you idiots. Call an ambulance.
Susie, we're documentarians. Don't get involved.
We've gotta make her vomit.
Susie! What? Where are we?
Are we ready?
You're the director, right?
Yeah, right.
Do you want my body?
I'm really good.
Wait, what do you direct?
Documentaries.
Oh.
Well, TV generally, actually.
Oh, yeah? Was that a yes?
No, 100.
120? - Yeah.
You said a hundred.
It's a hundred plus agency.
That's 120.
But agents get 10%.
Not in print, darling.
It's 2020.
But this isn't print.
Yeah, but he is my print agent.
40, 60, 80. There you go, honey.
Found money.
She gets a hundred.
No, she gets 80.
The deal was a 100 plus agency, but also minus agency.
That's 20 from you and 20 from her.
It's all very standard.
Hey, hey, look.
If we do it now, I'll give you a big discount.
Well, we can't do it now but maybe later.
Pay now for the discount later?
I'm busy later.
Unless it's really later.
See, I'm reliable,
and I remember where I need to be.
I need to be outside.
Please.
Now, this is what we want.
Very cool.
Gone.
Nothing fazes her.
She has seen and done everything.
Nothing upsets her.
She is a walking sex machine.
Do you like sex?
Yeah.
Are you good at it?
I guess, yeah.
Do you like it crazy, painfully humiliating?
Well, see, you're not her.
Now, we're taking a big risk on you.
Claudio has taken out the biggest advertising buy
in fashion history, and it all depends on you.
And you've never really been used.
How can anyone desire you?
You have to want it, done it, want more of it,
while still allowing the fantasy that you're a virgin.
Do you get it?
Yes, I'm to have really perverted sex with you.
I am an artist.
And it is much, much, deeper than that.
I promised my mom I'd go.
If I don't, then she'll fucking show up somehow,
like she always does,
because she feels like she's owed.
For all the stupid pageants she put me in...
And all that stuff.
God damn them.
Damn it.
God damn it.
Um... God damn it.
♪ I don't wanna be the saint ♪
♪ To save you ♪
♪ Pull through ♪
♪ Lie here with me ♪
♪ Cocoon ♪
♪ Grow empty ♪
♪ Give unto me ♪
♪ Love, leave, impress ♪
♪ Do unto me ♪
♪ Give unto me ♪
♪ Love, leave, impress ♪
♪ Do unto me ♪
Big day. Big day.
Big fucking day.
Oh, hi.
Hello. Claudio.
Yes, hello, hello, hello, hello. Hi, I'm Peter Famer.
I'm with- - Me.
I made a giant ad purchase to ensure more cover.
Elisa, you with me?
We need more cameras.
Oh, we brought one.
Elisa, you'll never be anything more
but a footstool for my feet.
She doesn't seem to realize that more is more.
That's the secret of PR, right?
Oh, and make sure that when the interviewer comes,
she sees that I have a Black employee.
This is Miss T.
Claudio, actually, that's my studio producer, Tina.
Oh, dear, dear. Oh, dear.
Miss T. isn't here, remember?
Well, when she comes, make sure that you interview her.
Certainly, what's her position?
You really must visit my store.
My God, you should get those black straight silk trousers.
Really? Silk?
Oh, my God, what? What? I mean what do we have here?
Oh, this is "I want to like girls,
but, really, deep down I like men."
And "Oh, I live in New York City,
"but I don't really feel I belong,
so I scream, 'I live in New York City.'"
And, my God, do something with that hair. Eek.
Claudio, Claudio, can we go in the studio, yeah?
Yes, of course. - Asshole.
Come on.
Claudio explained the advertising agency
wasn't coming, as he had sent them to Cleveland
to punish them--
A very cruel punishment.
One of those little turds called it his idea.
He doesn't have any ideas.
I have ideas.
You don't have any ideas, do you, Phillippe?
Mm. Mm.
No. Excellent.
But he does have a talent.
He has a talent for-- Oh, this camera is bigger.
He has a talent for mediocrity.
You know, it's getting too hot for locations.
Maybe we should work here.
Now, what do we have to work with?
Now, let's see, an old leather chair.
Yes, an old leather chair, maybe in black or green.
But definitely-- Definitely not red.
Or maybe one of those old wicker chairs.
You know, those club chairs the old farts die in.
I'll call the prop house.
Have them to pull all the leather chairs.
Except the red ones.
Absolutely.
Red is terrible. Oh, yeah.
Is modern, okay?
Oh, do you want me to tell you everything?
I mean do you want me to tell you what tampons to use?
Cynthia, darling, you look absolutely...
radiant.
Like a prom queen
who needs to be butt-holed by the entire football team,
then sold for sordid sex on a sleazy street corner.
Oh, Phillippe, I must say you do have a way with words.
I'm actually not finished yet.
Then finish! Come on.
Oh, Cynthia, have you put on a little bit of weight?
Hm. I thought you were dealing with this.
I thought I had.
I could shoot naked.
Nah, probably won't affect the sales
whether the girls are clothed or not.
No, no, I meant I'd be naked.
I like to shoot new meat with my dick hanging out.
You know, it gives them
a sort of like a "deer in headlights" kind of a look.
Mm, I'm sure you'll have them frothing.
Mm.
Right there. Just like that.
Don't move, please.
Nice.
Yes. Yeah.
Yes, good, good, I like that. Fantastic.
Cindy, that's great.
Cynthia.
Whatever.
Have a look.
Check it out. Check it out.
You're doing good.
Ooh, wow, that's amazing.
Okay, now clear now.
Stay there where you were. Do not move.
Yes. Great, great. Like that. Like that.
Good, fantastic.
Keep your face to me.
Face to me.
Good. Great, great.
Good. I like it. I like it.
Good, good. I need a little movement, please.
More face to me.
Hello?
Billy Dea, turn the music down.
Hello? More face to me, please.
Face to me.
Come on, spread your legs a little bit.
You know? Come on, touch yourself like right here. Good.
Hello!
She does that. What?
She falls asleep.
What?!
She falls asleep?
Modeling my clothes?
Is she a critic?
I can make it work.
Make it work.
Just turn her more, man.
Careful with the clothes.
God damn it, she's not asleep!
Jesus Christ, we're documentarians.
Somebody call an ambulance. - Susie!
- I'm rolling. - Cynthia?
Get the clothes off her. Help me.
The clothes!
I have to get her clothes off. The clothes!
Somebody call an ambulance.
This is going to look terrible, Claudio.
We won't tell them it was your shoot.
- She's dying. - I have to get her undressed.
We have to get her moving.
What did you do? - Nothing, Tina.
You should really shoot this.
How many models have you killed, Billy Dea?
Cynthia? - They weren't my fault.
Get her up. Get her up.
This is not my fault.
This can't leak.
There's nothing to leak.
She's dying! - How do you know?
I mean, you're not a doctor.
I'm a designer and I know that that dress is tearing.
I think she's dead.
Well, you don't know!
He probably does.
Probably doesn't count.
We need a good doctor.
And I know an excellent one, and we can just fly him in.
Fly him in? From where?
From Paris.
She needs to throw up. - No! Get the clothes off her.
What are you doing?
I love a good catfight!
Go on, Elisa. Scratch her eyes.
Go on, scratch the bitch.
Go on. Get those eyes, Elisa.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Okay, I got the clothes off!
I'm still on hold.
Can you get her a robe, maybe?
Um, okay.
The fun's over. Divide them up, Phillippe.
Well, well, well, Mr. Documentarian.
That's when I knew I had a blockbuster.
But sadly, not a top-notch crew to execute it.
Claudio maintains this was his reaction.
Action.
So in fairness, it should be shown.
Please, please, don't leave us!
Help is on its way. I promise you!
Oh, please, please- - Keep rolling.
Mr. Vestigues, can I just?
Don't direct me, little man!
Sorry.
Now I have to get into the mood again.
Phillippe, this is a mess,
but it needn't be an impediment to the creative process.
Girls, stand her up.
Well, yeah, yeah. Get her up. Get her up.
Come on. Yes, of course, it's so obvious, isn't it?
Keep shooting.
No, no, girls, girls.
What do you think you're doing?
Shouldn't we keep her moving?
Isn't that why we stood her up?
No, no, no.
I just want to see her.
Just see her standing up,
so I can just gauge the aesthetic necessities.
You see, just hold her head there.
And then we can see her, um--
- Standing up. - Standing up, exactly.
But when she died, God!
I mean, either we had something fucking brilliant,
or it was nothing at all.
And it's just that Peter wasn't--
Well, if Peter was up to it--
I think a tit job would have saved her life.
You know it's sad and everything, but it's real.
300 milliliters a side
would've made her like herself more.
You know, it didn't help Anna Nicole Smith,
but I think she was murdered.
And you know your music is really important to me.
It's just that I'm in the middle
of a really difficult shoot.
Claudio doesn't pay you to tell him your problems.
You're the ad agency. You make it work or else.
I support your art, and I'm right there for you.
But, baby, does it really matter what brand of string?
The shoot's brilliant.
It's just taking a little longer to get right.
But everything's fine.
Baby, I am not screwing anybody here.
But there's no problem. Make that absolutely clear.
Hon?
If we don't deliver by the weekend, we miss out
on an advertising deadline of 120 magazines worldwide.
The surcharges will amount to 3 million.
The biggest screw-up of his career.
Bummer.
She's dead.
The shoot is over. It's wrong.
I won't work on dead people.
Just pretend you're doing it for a funeral.
I don't do funerals.
I don't do weddings.
Stell, we both need this campaign.
It's not your fault.
We don't blame you.
Blame me?
You must have known she was doing something.
Stella, Stella, Stella,
we know that you are doing the best job that you can do.
And we do not blame you.
We just know that this makes it a little harder.
So it will be double pay.
I don't care.
I'm out of here.
Stella, please, just think about it.
Think about it. - Okay.
It's more than double.
More than double?
She's exactly right. Five times.
Five times, the highest paid makeup artist in the industry.
Besides, she does hair too.
It's a cheap deal.
I'll remember the cheap deal, Phillippe. But done.
Thank you.
And thank you too.
Good, I don't think he's heard.
Now, let's set up properly, guys.
Hi, I'm Pete Famer, director.
You're back? Hi, Sateya.
Well, hello, Sateya.
It shouldn't really take this long.
Where do I put this? Just stick it in her panties.
I don't wear any. - Peter, what's going on?
Okay. - Okay, I'll do it.
We set?
I'm sad to say Cynthia died this morning.
I'm sure it was just her nerves. She'll be fine.
Cynthia's dead,
as in dead.
She OD'ed an hour ago.
Oh.
Huh, man. Wow.
What a drag.
Poor girl.
Well, that's that, I guess.
Damn.
Robert, do think they're going to need a replacement?
Oh, honey, I'm sure they're going to go
with whoever her backup was.
I wonder if they still have to pay us.
Oh.
You know what? You're right. Never say die.
If women want things to change,
then they should stop buying the magazines.
Then they'd change.
If the advertisers and the magazines stopped,
then there'd be change.
You know, they tell you if men changed,
if this changed or that changed--
If we went back to the full-figured Renaissance woman,
there would be screams.
"Too fat! She's too fat!"
People get rich complaining about this shit.
Complaining is a respected industry.
Who's got that look?
Sabrina. - What is the look exactly?
You know the whole "I'm about to die from something" look.
It's very sexy.
What's sexy about it?
Ask the fashion gurus.
Maybe it's that they look so screwed up
that they won't say no.
No, it's that they won't realize that they're saying yes.
You know they're going to do drugs to get it?
No, no, no.
Hey, look, I'm not their nanny, all right?
Christ, they could run marathons every night
if they wanted to to get the look and be healthy.
Well, and not sleep.
Or they can not get the look.
I mean it's a commercial and catalog town anyway.
So, you encourage them to be self-destructive?
Look.
If the girls want to do drugs or get an abusive boyfriend,
that's up to them.
That's their choice, all right?
I don't decide who works, all right?
I've got the meat. If you want it, you book it.
Whate--
Oh, that's my client line.
RBM?
Tina.
You're joking?
Wait, I mean, you are joking, right?
You've got to see Sabrina.
She's a knockout who puts out.
Sabrina? Sabrina?
Oh, man, I've done Sabrina.
She cried too much.
She just didn't understand the game.
We'll pay a lot.
Look, it's not ethical.
All right? What are you people on?
All right, just tell me it's a joke, all right?
And I know this is a joke, right, 'cause I'm not laughing.
Cynthia's dead!
She's in a deep sleep. - Severe jetlag, maybe.
But Sabrina's great!
Sabrina looks dead.
She can act dead.
Look, we'll pack her on ice.
Look, does Claudio?
What Claudio knows or doesn't know
is no one's business.
We're offering $50,000 a day,
rather than the original deal of $20,000
when she was alive.
We'll double usages.
And that's a $500,000 package.
She's worth more dead?
Most artists are.
I mean, my pictures are going to be worth a fortune
when I'm dead.
Boom.
No, no no, no! - Christ, it was great!
You stupid, stupid- - Don't you dare say it.
How bloody difficult could?
He obviously made a mistake.
Well, no, he said it,
and for a minute, he must have meant it.
I mean, why did he even come if that's his line of bull?
I'm going to bloody kill you.
If your mother approves, you're going to be a star.
And I'll pay you like a '90s supermodel.
Like Claudia Schiffer, only less animated.
Very erotic, isn't it?
Very erotic.
Oh, come on, where are they?
Their daughter's dead and they're off on holiday?
Hello?
Hi, Mrs. Barris?
Yeah, um, Robert Baker. I was Cynth--
Am Cynthia's agent.
Yeah, uh, hi.
Um, ahem.
Are you sitting down?
Mrs. Barris,
we've lost a truly wonderful girl.
Cynthia. Your Cynthia.
She's dead.
No, absolutely, totally dead.
And this is going to make me
the biggest modeling agent in history!
Dead models are going to be so much easier to deal with.
I mean you have no idea, no idea, man,
how maddening these fucking chicks can be.
I mean, first of all, they think their shit don't stink.
And then they discover
that beauty is a dime a dozen in the big city, you know?
That only a certain few of them
have this right look at the right time.
Absolutely, I see.
Oh, where am I going? Ah, that fucking contract.
Once they get that into their brain,
they're totally screwed up, man.
Some have even developed these like twitches.
And then-- Then they get boyfriends.
And then it's over. Forget it.
I mean, they're always like, "My boyfriend said--"
Man, just-- You know what? Forget it.
I'll come back to them another time.
They're a whole fucking different chapter unto themselves.
But dead models-- He-he, hey, dead models:
no back-chat, no boyfriends.
Well, at least none that want to be known.
The only thing is going to be getting them to auditions.
Am I ranting? I'm ranting, aren't I?
No, no, no, no, no.
You'll need a refrigerated truck.
Then they go through the flake stage.
Nothing is good enough.
And then they start partying with rock stars.
And then once they're screwed every which way to Sunday,
they show back up, all wrinkled and twisted
and broke and say: "Get me work."
What if Cynthia's mother doesn't sign?
This started off a piece of fluff junk.
Now it's just sick.
If we stay, our presence will influence things.
They're going to exploit her.
That was always the plan.
So why don't we follow Sabrina?
"High fashion prostitution. Full story at :!"
Passé.
I'm a documentarian.
If I were dropped into the middle of a genocide,
I'd document it.
If I were washed ashore
on a beach full of hot naked nuns, I--
Oh, okay, yeah, that's way too much information.
The point is, Hanna--
Yes, this was a fluff piece, spacer for commercials,
but now it's something significant.
And it's our duty as documentarians to document it.
So we get the parents being traumatized by Robert,
we crucify Claudio in an interview,
because we're now the only ones
who can speak up for Cynthia.
Oh, God, she is screwed.
Okay, listen, the boys are going to screw her anyway.
I find it hard enough to get mainstream work,
because the industry is so open-minded.
I really need to stay on this.
Are we cool?
So he tells the parents. They freak. They shoot him.
Take us hostage. The police lay siege.
Is this kind of the way this is going to play out?
Because if it is, you know, I need to ring the wife
and tell her I could be delayed.
Ow! What?
Hi, I got your message.
Did somebody pay? Oh, did I just?
No, no, no, no. It's-- Sorry.
It's great. Just act natural.
Look, just come here and sit down.
I need to talk to you. It's really important.
Look, um...
Cynthia's dead.
That's really awful.
Cynthia who?
Cynthia, the new Claudio Vestigues girl.
Why?
That's a cosmic question that I can't answer.
Well, I'm sorry, whoever she is.
But did you bring me here to lecture me about drugs?
Because I really don't need that right now.
I need work. No, no, no.
Look, I'm going to try to sub you for her
if the opportunity arises, all right?
So just get your butt down to Phillippe's.
Phillippe?
Phillippe is-- He's a creep.
Phillippe has the campaign.
Did Billy Dea kill that Cynthia girl?
Who?
Billy Dea, he's Phillippe's assistant.
I don't know. I wasn't there.
Nobody mentioned it.
Did Billy Dea kill Cynthia?
Cocksuckers.
Look, just make sure you are good to go, okay?
I'm cool.
I'm a pro. I promise.
Yeah. Well, how many cards have you got left?
Um, I just gave my last one away.
Yeah, well, I have 3 left.
So you have 3 submissions
before you need new cards, all right?
Yeah.
So, just go about your day and get new cards printed.
Just answer your phone if I call, all right?
Sometimes it takes you a little while to get back to me.
Like days.
It's because my phone doesn't give me messages.
It has something to do with this computer.
All right, I'll call in another girl. You understand?
Okay, well, did anybody pay?
I'm sorry, but do I have any interviews?
I need work, real work.
You don't get it.
Cynthia is working.
Now what's the difference between you and her?
Uh, her eyes are bluer?
No, she's dead! Oh.
All right? And you're alive.
Yesterday, she was alive and she was worth 1,500 a day.
Today she's dead and now they're offering
to pay her 50 grand a day, plus usage.
So we're worth more dead?
Except you'll be dead.
- Susie! - Yeah, I get it.
Now hopefully tomorrow you'll have the campaign with Brooke.
Brooke and I had a flat together in Paris.
Tell her I said hey.
Well, I'm glad you decided to tell me these things.
Do you have any more Claudio connections?
No.
Oh! Wait, wait!
Look, I realize this isn't your problem.
Come on, I'm begging you. I don't even know this girl.
I know. I know.
I don't want to go to some dead girl's house.
What, are you all right?
What about the models' long-term futures?
Why should I care about their long-term futures?
I'm just their agent, man.
Shit, they'd leave me at the drop of a hat
if a cooler agent came along.
Right, Sabrina? Huh?
Oh, yeah, right.
So you don't forge bonds with the models that endure?
Pshh! Listen, man, when I first started out,
I was in this like little rinky-dink agency, you know?
I had girls that were, well, not top-shelf stuff.
But I'd drive around all day long
for like a 250-buck-a-day job.
And that's what, like 100 bucks to me?
Drive, asshole! Drive!
Jeez.
Anyway, when I would get a pretty one,
one that I could actually send out on clients,
they'd always tell her to get a new agent!
Can you believe that shit?
Uh-huh, I guess I can.
Come on! Do I seem nervous?
Yeah, a little bit.
You're like a rabid fucking dog, man.
Do you mind?
First her daddy and now Cynthia,
my sweetheart.
Oh, God, why couldn't it have been my other daughter?
Because she got her daddy's looks not mine, poor baby.
I'm sorry that your husband died.
He didn't. He run off 10 years ago.
That bastard.
Yeah.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
But this job, is precedential.
What?
Well, it's never been done before.
Cynthia will be the first model to ever to pose...
dead.
Most people who are photographed dead
are called victims, not models.
Thanks for that, Sabrina.
It'll make her immortal.
Huh?
I mean, that's all she ever really wanted anyway, right?
It's fame.
Well, she wanted a good husband
and to have children.
Well, a rich husband and that's after the fame and fortune
and screwing half of Hollywood's leading young men.
I mean, let's face it.
You can only screw half of them.
Ahem, well, we can't really do that for her anymore,
but we can get her the fame and the fortune.
What I'm here for is to look after her.
I mean, I did it in life,
and I'm going to do it now.
Well, it would help
with the funeral arrangements, I guess.
It would. Yeah.
When the time comes.
Yeah, a big funeral.
Lots of flowers, mourners.
Lots of limos.
Everything, just beautiful.
The news media will be lined up down the street.
And every one of them wanting to talk to you.
You, Cynthia's mom,
the one that made it all happen.
And then after they've trampled your garden
and raped your privacy,
there'd be the whole, you know,
"Did the media do the wrong thing again," you know?
And then once again, there you'd be,
right in the middle of all of it.
I mean, you'd be bigger than Ron Goldman.
Oh!
Wait, was Ron Goldman the father or the victim?
What are you talking about?
OJ!
I would be famous.
I would be a celebrity.
Oh, will I have to get a garden for them to trample?
All I have now is this little patch out back
for Mimi to poo on.
And my wind chimes.
Oh, oh, oh, should I move them?
That'd be good.
But, ahem, you know, in order to make this all happen,
I am going to need your signature.
Well, I don't know.
I mean, mm, what do you people think?
They don't think. They're documentarians.
They document, unlike the news media.
I can't believe she said yes.
Oh, what is this world coming to?
What have I done? I'll tell you.
I made 100 grand
and became the most famous modeling agent in town,
that's what.
You watch: all those super girls
are going to start coming to me now.
What if someone asks Cynthia to do porn?
What?
Why would they do that?
That's fucking sick.
It's a sick world.
Well, I suppose if the offer came in, I'd pass it on.
To who? She's dead?
You just got the power to decide, so decide.
She has a shelf life.
So there's no line for you then?
I didn't say that.
Sabrina, you'd want me to pass along or consider any offer
that comes in for you, right?
Oh, by the way, thanks for the "victims, not models" line.
That's fucking great.
Stupid.
You know, Susie,
to have intervened would have gone
against everything we stand for.
We stand for something?
No, I mean seriously, we document.
We stand for nothing.
You cannot be an artist and just document.
And if we stand for nothing,
then, mm-hm, what is the problem that I'm having then?
Women's issues. Who the fuck knows?
Fuck you.
Maybe you want to stand for something.
I do. This sucks.
I quit. I quit! - Hanna.
Just let me out. - Okay, calm down.
Let me out! Stop the car! Jesus!
Stop the car! Let me out!
Okay, I am. Jesus!
God.
Hanna? Hanna?
Hanna, stop! Stop, you duplicitous slut!
Who the hell do you think you are?
You don't walk out on me!
Yes, I do.
You'll never work in this town again, bitch.
I don't live in this town, fuckwit.
Well, turn the bloody camera off, Eric.
PC answer?
Yeah, men are ultimately to blame.
I mean, boys are evil
because girls do stupid things to get boys to like them.
You know, it's just all part
of the whining society we're in, you know?
Girls feel hardly done by, so it's the boys' fault.
You know? But it's not fashion's fault.
It's not the ad peoples' fault.
I mean, I do a lot of things
to get girls to pay attention to me.
I mean, I shower. I shave.
But you don't see me rushing out to get plastic surgery
to make myself look like the guys in the magazines.
I mean, no penis enlargements for me.
Not that I need it.
Yeah. What?
Ah, I'm not really impressed.
Can you turn to the side a little?
And the last point--
And this is very important.
It's not my fault.
It's somebody else's fault.
Oh, she totally blew it.
This was supposed to be her mega day.
And she was just very naive.
Well, I guess too much too soon.
No, wait. Actually, she was like what, uh, 18? 18?
Okay. So I guess too much too late.
Think of how many other models she inspired.
And how many amazing artists
can create something out of that.
I think it's good for us.
This--
Never been done before.
But, I think we're going to take it to the next level.
I mean, I never thought the parents would go for it.
I thought the whole campaign would go away.
It was a lot of money.
I mean, there is something innately interesting
in the concept.
"Youth dead before it blooms" kind of a thing.
Using a real corpse is a little direct.
Good.
But he's a genius at what he does.
Maybe he's right, you know?
Maybe he'll change his mind.
Yes!
I mean, it might just work.
Oh, of course it would work.
That's not the question.
The question is, should we have done it?
I mean, Claudio was paying a whole lot of money,
and the publicity was going to make Phillippe's career.
But looking back on it now--
It's not about the money or the fame.
It's about the work.
This might become one of those things
that transcends advertising and becomes art.
Look, it was going to be controversial
and sensational, nothing more.
Are you suggesting, Phillippe,
that artists should censor themselves?
No, an artist shouldn't censor his own ideas.
He just approach the execution of them
with some kind of sophistication.
You know, I'm not some lowly painter
struggling away in a loft somewhere,
waiting for the day I get discovered.
When I shoot for a client, I'm an artist, yes.
But I'm also a hired gun,
and millions of people will see the image.
Art is a holy war, well worth dying for.
Advertising is just sex, you know?
And it can be enjoyed in many, many, many different ways.
But it's not worth dying for.
Cynthia died for it.
Well, then hers is a meaningless death
unless Claudio turns it into art.
The trick is to give Claudio the idea
that Claudio got the idea.
Great, great, great. Like that.
Good. Fantastic. Just--
Okay, so we're wrapped for today.
We're going to need her back here at 7 a.m. tomorrow.
Okay?
Boyfriends ruin more modeling careers
than drugs or eating disorders put together.
Why do think that is?
Well, you know,
it takes a real cock-sure arrogant used-car salesman,
you know, God's-gift-to-women type
to even approach them, you know?
God.
Oh, this is so wrong.
So these boyfriends are a problem?
She's a trophy.
Yeah, his penis on display.
You know, a 5'10" walking, talking ad for his maleness.
The other day, this 17-year-old girl came into the office--
Beautiful, wonderful.
She had her 19-year-old grunge asshole zit-faced boyfriend,
who's like, "I'm her manager."
Oh, man, she was just sitting there, all demure, you know?
Oh, damn it, keys are in my pocket.
Damn it.
Lights!
Oh, yeah, go for it, baby!
Screw you, Eric. Come on, give it to her!
Get the fuck off her, you son-of-a-bitch!
Come back here, Susie!
Shut up and document, the two of you!
I-- I don't suppose any of you guys
would go get me some ice to put on her, huh?
One time? Yeah, I know. You can't interfere.
Yeah, you're going to need a lot of ice.
Oh, God, this would be so much easier
in a New York winter.
I could just leave her out.
Does anyone need to use the bathroom
before I put her in the tub?
I mean, I'll cover her up but still.
Yeah, I'll jump on that.
We're rolling. We are rolling, aren't we?
Of course we're rolling.
Rolling on what? Getting some ice?
You know, Peter is a nice kid.
And one day he could make a reasonable documentarian.
But without us there,
heh, couldn't find his ass
with a flashlight.
Hey.
So, um, I figured you would want
something simple for her.
Oh, yeah, thanks. Thanks.
Is this all you got?
What else do you want?
Well, she needs panties.
I don't have any here. What am I supposed to do?
Ahem.
Ah, thanks. You're a gem.
Hey, let me get you a glass
and an opener for this, all right?
♪ Is that love is that love ♪
Director, hello.
Hi, Sabrina.
Pete, remember?
Oh, Pete.
You know, I'll...
get her clothes tomorrow for you if you want.
Oh, you know, I don't really want to be wearing a dress
that a corpse has been in, thank you.
Oh, yeah. No problem.
Look, I'll replace it. Oh, no, no, no, wait.
She'll be famous and I'll sell it on the Internet.
Sabrina.
I've been thinking about this dead fad.
And if I want to capitalize on it,
I better act fast, right?
I'm always too late on the fads.
My boyfriend says an injection would be best,
but I so hate needles.
And that would be terrible for me.
So I think I should cut my ankle veins.
It's like the wrists, only less obvious.
And if I'm hung up, you know, all the blood will drain,
and I won't get any pooling.
Pooling?
Blood flows to the lowest point,
like any fluid if the heart isn't pumping it.
Like really bad bruising.
Oh, shit.
I've got to turn her.
One, two, three.
Phew. It's like having a roast in the oven.
Cynthia was so young.
I just feel really bad for her.
Look, Cynthia wasn't cut out for this.
You know, what saves them is they don't get so close.
Most of us just breeze through.
The sad thing is
she didn't even have to do anything with Phillippe.
When I did him, I was desperate.
And you know, he tortured me for a weekend,
but then he got me the job so--
She was already Claudio's girl, contract signed.
What did Phillippe do to her?
You'll have to be beside me
listening to my nightmares one night to find out.
Anyone can lie there like they're dead.
I've done it lots of times and not just for photos.
You know, I know I'm old,
but right now I feel really passé.
Honey, you know I love you, but you may be passé.
Sorry.
You know, I really want the job.
And if you could have them
to switch to a model that can breathe,
it'd be like my big finale.
I'm doing the best I can, all right?
Just be ready if they call.
I will be.
I really need it.
I'd do anything for it.
And you can tell them that.
I've got to turn her.
Anything.
Give me that? - What?
The camera, give it to me. - Why?
Because it's late, I'm armed with bags of ice
and I'm going to brain you if you don't.
Come on, give it.
Is this thing rolling?
Yeah.
Oh, right, what are you filming, man, huh? Come on.
The exact same thing as you are.
Nothing, zip, nada.
Grab some ice.
One day you go out and discover I'm in hell.
You don't know what to focus on so you try everything.
Like the ice.
You know, Peter didn't even go out.
With dead models getting more than living models,
it's almost like we're being recognized as artists, right?
Did you have to use my bed?
Like it was clean anyways. So what?
I'm sorry if it wasn't cool.
And thanks for the shirt.
You know, has that director guy reviewed me yet?
I really hope I'm a better model than a whore.
Why do you think Phillippe is a creep?
Why haven't you laid me?
I'm too inhibited.
I have worked for Claudio.
What was that?
I said I've--
I want one last big job to go out on top.
And I may just have to die for it.
What was that?
I've never congratulated you on having a Claudio girl.
So congratulations. You're big-time now.
Was.
Well, am.
Are.
I don't know. You are.
Are you going to drop me?
Ugh, you know, people think that this is really funny,
but if there was a dick fin tied to the roof,
yeah, there would be trouble then.
Susie, the sex of the corpse has nothing to do with it.
Hell, I'd tie a man to the roof.
But what would be the need?
Strapping Cynthia to the roof didn't help her complexion.
Hold on. No, no. I hate that dress.
Oh, I know. It's just a little something I could spare.
But now she looks kind of like, you know, more dead.
I mean-- Do you think we should cancel?
We'd have to pay her.
What do you mean, pay her? She's dead.
You knew that.
Yes, we knew it but we really didn't understand.
Because, you know, today she looks more dead.
Yesterday she looked much better.
Like in a deep, peaceful sleep.
Exactly. Now she looks really dead.
And it's different from what we wanted to use.
Well, the hair looks nice.
"Oh, thank you. Yes, the hair looks fabulous."
What about the eyes?
Look at the eyes. The eyes look dead!
You know, I don't know how to say it,
but there should more, kind of--
What? What do you say?
Like more, you know-- Life.
Life. Life, of course.
Look, Mr. Vestigues, Phillippe,
I really want to help you guys out here.
If you pay Cynthia and use another one of my m--
My models, then I'll--
No, no, no, I don't want to use somebody else.
I mean, I like the fact she's dead,
but she should be "sexy" dead!
You know, my clothes are sexy.
Sexy! Sexy!
Sabrina always checked
her boyfriend hadn't OD'ed during the night.
Today was her big day.
She would either replace Cynthia
and catapult to the top
or catch the dead fad early.
It all depended on how well Cynthia performed dead.
It would be a long wait.
Phillippe? Phillippe? Phillippe?
Yeah?
Uh, um, any?
Any problems?
No. No, no, no. No problems, Claudio.
Just you know, as long as you're sure of this, we're good.
Yes, yes.
I mean, you're not experiencing
any quivering of the sphincter are you?
No. I mean, but, you know, now that you mention it,
I mean, the shit will fly when this hits.
Yes. - Sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt, but-- Am I in, Eric?
Yes, you're in.
I just needed to say how thrilling it is for me
to be present here on this revolutionary day in fashion.
You, Mr. Vestigues, are going to change everything.
I am? Yes, I am!
Aren't we, Phillippe?
Yeah.
If Claudio backed down, that was it.
Peter had nothing.
So he broke his own rules.
He suddenly embraced
the post-modern film theory of involvement.
He sold out.
I could feel this would be the footage
I would be remembered by.
Yeah, Peter crossed the line, but for a greater good.
He moved it.
Sometimes you have to nudge people
into doing what they were going to do anyway
so you get it on film.
I didn't manipulate anyone.
I just cut short the "standing around,
talking about it" bit, which we would have cut out anyway.
That's great. Fantastic.
Okay, Billy Dea, I need more arch, please.
Billy Dea, come on.
Check it, girls. Check it. Check it.
Arch her up.
Right there, just like that.
Nice. More. Yes.
More, please. One more.
Whoa, right there. Good.
All right, clear out. Clear out.
Clear frame. Get out of there.
She looks great. Come on, let's go.
You too! Move!
Nice. Nice.
Hey, can we turn off this music?
No, we can't turn off this music!
It helps the model get into what she's--
Turn off the music, Billy Dea, please.
Claudio? - Yes?
What kind of music?
What kind of music do you like?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand.
How about some Tchaikovsky?
They put the girls in a kind of mellow mood,
like a Romeo and Juliet.
But what if she were smoking?
Is? Is that a message?
Well, he gets cash from the tobacco lobby
every time he has a model smoke.
A vicious rumor.
Smoking kills. Hey, maybe she died of smoking?
It wasn't old age.
Maybe she had a sudden thought and died of shock.
She needs an iPod.
No!
The older generation has--
Has let her down.
They've destroyed the planet,
the ozone layer, and this sexy girl, dead in her prime,
because society screwed her.
That's better than she starved to death
waiting for her dinner date to show.
Oh, why doesn't someone kick her up the ass?
Claudio, she's really very, very creative.
You just got to give her a little--
Yes, I'm creative.
But I'm easy to get on with.
Now, why don't we give her an iPod?
No, no-- No, let's stick to the suicide campaign.
Much better.
Break. Snort it if you got it.
If you don't, talk to Billy Dea.
Yes, suicide is very fashionable at the moment,
particularly in South London.
Let's talk--
What are we doing this for?
It's a message. It's a statement.
A statement for the young, sexy people who wear my clothes.
A warning.
I shall be using my influence to help the young.
Won't that be very controversial?
Controversial, of course it's controversial.
Everything I do is controversial.
That's the name of the game, being controversial.
But it would be bigger
than those sordid porno kiddie ads Calvin did.
Everybody will be talking about it.
The ad will be on television,
on the radio, on the tabloids, on the magazines.
Of course the politicians will hate it.
They always hate everything except killing.
The Church will scream.
But everybody will be making money out of it,
and my message will be out.
Which is?
My message.
Welcome, Brooke.
Welcome to where it all takes place.
Brooke was the world's
most highly paid non-Brazilian model.
Darling! Ravishing as usual.
You look ravishing, sweetheart. Oh, I missed you.
Brooke had no idea what was happening.
To be fair, Brooke may have been jetlagged herself.
What a long flight.
You have no idea.
Yep.
Oh, Phillippe, you do have such bad luck.
That is a much better view. Mwah!
So tell me what is that other girl's problem?
Rigor mortis.
Oh, well, I hope she loosens up a little bit.
You know, still, I remember the first time
I worked with a big model.
I was scared to death.
"Death" is definitely the operative word here.
Yeah, but, you know, she was a real bitch to me out there.
I am going to kill her with kindness.
That's what I'm going to do.
She'll relax. You'll see.
Brooke, she won't.
She can't.
Why?
Sweetie, she's dead.
What do you mean, dead?
"Dead" dead?
Like Jim Morrison dead?
Dead like the cemetery.
Dead.
Ah, heh.
Excuse me.
Caribbean again?
Bhutan, some place original.
St. Barts is romantic.
It's '80s. It's over.
Jan called about your suit. It's ready.
Do you want it delivered here? Here.
Billy Dea, don't!
Brooke! We can't afford to lose her.
I didn't do anything.
Phillippe, that's Brooke.
Works every time.
The vision, the image of "don't despair."
And you, you, you, Brooke, you are the--
The symbol of beauty and youth.
So she's dead?
Yeah.
Well, she has to be.
It's the expression of the times that youth is being wasted.
I am young. Absolutely.
You are the exception; the role model.
We start with her, sad and depressed.
And you come in like the heroine of the movie.
Oh, Phillippe will continue.
Um, it's hope, you know? The future of what youth can be:
Beauty, poise, grace.
We do a whole campaign with you
and show how those traits triumph
over the darker, evil sides.
And it's all because of my clothes.
But a corpse?
I mean, a real one?
It's very inclusive.
It's about ending racism.
It's allowing gay rights.
We are extending the umbrella of society.
Yes, yes, and we will pay you double your normal fee.
Double? Yes, double.
Well, that would be a record.
What do you guys think?
Um, I don't know.
Susie, what do you think?
Should, Brooke let everybody down?
Blow this whole thing off? We all go home unemployed?
"Motherfucker" comes to mind!
Yeah, he's a motherfucker!
Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!
Yeah, days of the passive documentarian are gone!
You have to-- You have to make it happen!
Or it ain't sexy otherwise!
It ain't Michael Moore!
Yeah, fuck him!
I guess not.
Yes. Nice.
Tell me this is something good we're doing here.
Someone?
Now, Brooke, you know we're breaking down the barriers.
We're giving hope to the little children's lost souls.
Yeah, but isn't this a little suggestive for children?
No, no. No, not at all suggestive.
It has, um, what you might call, um, an innocent sexuality.
Yeah, but I feel like I'm coming on to her.
I'm not comfortable with that.
Brooke, she's dead.
You can come on her and in her,
but you can't come on to her.
That's why it's not suggestive.
She's dead, therefore asexual but in a very--
Very modern, very sexy, kind of femme kind of way.
Brilliant.
Billy Dea, touch her there.
Just for you, Phillippe.
I mean, this is so strange.
Oh, I'm going to have nightmares about this.
If I have nightmares about this,
I'm never going to shoot with you again.
Just kidding!
That was a joke. Got you.
Yes, yes. Yes, you did.
Um, Tina, I going to need some new PJs please.
Oh.
Oh, how bold you are, Phillippe.
I am the hot girl he meets in the bar, right?
Right, I just thought you might want
to read the young-mom role.
The mom role?
Sure, I can be Mom.
A very young mom.
Sure.
Mom.
Sabrina had suffered the cruelest blow
of a model's life: young mom.
She clutched for one last chance,
death without disfigurement.
It's so--
What do you think?
Hm.
Well, it's a challenge.
Not the stuffing; just keeping her semi-rigid and balanced.
Can we insert a support?
What do you mean? Pah!
Well, no, no, no, no.
No poles up her, no way.
No, no, no, balancing her is going to have to be
the client's problem.
We'll have to put that in the contract.
What about her eyes working?
And the mouth, should that be operational?
Well, she can't say anything.
It's an added attraction for some.
Yeah, sure. Yeah, that'd be great. Whatever.
Better than when she was alive.
Now, any other functionality you would like?
I do clothes, so model or no model,
model or mannequin, it's all the same, right?
I get paid to my job.
And the increased remuneration, it's now fair, right?
So it's about the money for you?
No, I wouldn't say that.
It's a big deal for me to style Claudio's line
and to work with Phillippe.
Um, it's a big career move for me.
It's kind of weird but it's a good job.
I don't know how much more I can take of Brooke
since I can't go home to my wife.
Yeah, I'm sure his wife is going to be very disappointed
that she can't relieve him this evening.
I've seen you checking out her boobs.
You want to get in her pants.
Oh, okay, but there's a difference.
See, he sees boobs as objects,
while I see them as a beautiful part of the total woman.
What are? Your boobs.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, what a nice spread.
Oh, yeah.
It's so funny.
I only really feel safe on set.
Really? Safe from what?
Insane men.
I mean, fans who have flipped:
Nut jobs that want to be on TV.
What about at home?
Huh?
Home. - Oh, yeah.
I once had a mailman come on my mail.
I have these people.
They try to photograph me with these telephoto lenses
through the little crack in my blinds.
When I have sex,
I'm so paranoid that the guy's recording it.
Every morning I wake up just expecting to find
some sex video the he's leaked out.
That's why she should roll with the dykes.
Still, the money's good.
Hm, I do wonder what Cynthia is thinking.
♪ Give unto me ♪
Bye.
♪ Love, leave, impress ♪
♪ Do unto me ♪
♪ Empty ♪
I don't mean to be a bitch,
but she could stand to lose some weight.
Oh, my gosh. She's just like bloating up!
Like a sheep on my uncle's farm.
And what is the point?
The dead sheep bloated
as the air in their stomachs expanded.
Oh, you think she's a sheep?
There's air in her stomach.
So how do we extract the air?
We used to shoot the sheep.
They'd kind of explode.
Very sticky.
She just needs one of those tap things.
You know, like a valve or something.
Taxidermy man, he could install one--
Don't say it! Don't!
I don't know anyone better for the job.
I mean, Billy Dea's perfect to squeeze a corpse.
He's a guy.
So he should be good at squeezing women.
What if she doesn't want him squeezing her?
But she's dead! Dead! Dead!
Yeah, but that doesn't mean that she wants some man--
Excuse me, can we talk?
It's more Fiona's job, but I think Stella should do it.
Well, she won't.
Well, what does the bitch want to do?
Brad Pitt, last I heard.
Well, at least we have something in common.
I think Fiona could be bi.
So? Phillippe, who is this woman?
If Fiona is bi,
then the model could claim the same sexual intent
as if a guy squeezed her. Sexual harassment.
No, no, no, no. No way!
Fiona is wardrobe!
You squeeze her!
Me? I'm wardrobe, not personal training.
Stella, it would be better if you did it.
Why? Why? It's just--
How much? How much for you to squeeze her?
You squeeze models all the time!
Yes, and they squeeze me back.
Just pretend.
Stella, just, please, think about it for a second.
Will you please? Come on. No, no, no, no, no.
Come on, Stella. A favor?
Come on!
A thousand.
What? A thousand?
Okay, you squeeze her then.
Well, I'll do it for 950.
Okay, 950!
Nine! Eight.
Seven! Five.
Six! Gotcha, I already said five.
450! Going once, twice! Done!
I won? Yes! I won! Whoa!
What did I win?
What?
So you're confident you can pull this off?
I'm a farm girl.
This is a piece of cake.
You're going to want to stand back though.
Everybody, stand back.
I need some room.
You're going to want to turn around too,
'cause this ain't going to be pretty.
What have you done, you?
You stupid useless bitch?
Let's get out of here!
Was she in the sequin underwear?
Are you kidding?
Arg!
It's okay.
Go see!
Me? I didn't squeeze her!
Just do it!
Looks okay.
How do you know?
I mean, you haven't really, you know, looked.
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay. The sequins are washable.
"Oh, the sequins are washable.
"The sequins are washable.
The sequins are washable!" God damn it!
We'll shoot around it.
The sequins are washable!
Like some cotton panties from the Five-N-Dime?
Claudio, this is revolutionary stuff.
There's bound to be some hitches.
Oh, hitches, hitches, hitches!
It's all that bloody agent's fault!
That useless agent!
He sent me a bad corpse!
You know, I imagined the ending with Sir Laurence Olivier
diving into the grave of Ophelia,
and taking her in his arms!
And she's still so beautiful, beautiful!
Oh, Claudio, it's okay.
We can fix anything digitally now.
Oh, come. Okay.
I don't want to do it anymore.
Working with a dead model stinks.
I mean, she doesn't really give you much, right?
Well, gas.
I mean, I'm not blaming her.
I know she's dead and everything.
Very dead. Yeah.
That's what Claudio thinks but I--
But I just don't know how to be sexual with a corpse.
Ask Billy Dea.
Billy Dea? Yeah, I don't think so.
Yeah, that's necrophilia?
Yeah, you know, I heard their album is really good.
Is there more champagne?
Unfortunately there is little salvageable footage
of Brooke working with Cynthia.
But it wasn't all smooth sailing.
Get it off of me!
That's it. This is obscene.
Brooke, it's cool.
Just take a breath.
Take a breath.
Careful with the dress.
Get it off of me. Get it off of me. Get it off.
Careful with the dress.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
Brooke, you can't leave now!
This is the most important part.
Oh, Brooke. Brooke, you stupid two-bit ugly slut!
That's all you are.
Mindless, mindless! Another mindless tart model.
Do you know she screwed half of Paris and all of Milan
just to get started?
That idiot, what is she?
Just a simple fucking model idiot!
No cameras!
Despite Claudio's obvious charm,
Brooke didn't come back.
Robert doesn't have anyone else.
I know, but we have no choice.
We can't call the agents and let this out.
Besides, the real models are in Paris and New York anyway.
Okay, well, which one? Because I can't begin to choose.
It doesn't matter.
Whoever we use will become the face of beauty.
It's that random, that simple.
People will go, "How beautiful."
Or, "How brave he is for using that dog." Humph.
Her?
Yeah, let's do it. Let's do it. Let's do it. Let's go.
Let's go. Make the call, Robert.
Sabrina had forgotten her phone
during the rush to the hospital.
Sabrina's early suicide efforts had failed,
but her boyfriend was determined
and knew the key to success is not giving up.
Sabrina.
When I was fucking her,
she thought it was about getting me off.
It's about not getting off.
You get off and, poof, it's over.
It's about the agony of the trial.
Success isn't about being good.
It's about selling the crap you've got.
Art is crap that sells.
Sabrina's okay.
She's just messed up.
Why are they all messed up?
She must be getting old by now. Twenty-eight? Thirty?
Sabrina, where have you been?
Hi, I'm Tina. Hi. I'm Sabrina.
I'm thrilled to be here.
I am not the chatty type to go through makeup, you know,
and slow things down by talking the whole time.
Quick as you can, please. I am not like at all.
I am-- I'll be one second.
Hey.
I was running.
I just wanted to say thank you.
And I think you believe in me more than I believe in me.
I'm not going to let you down today.
They have signed, right?
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
No, no.
I can't believe it. It's an apparition.
Look, I am so sorry that I tripped on your dress
and tore it in the fashion show.
Yes, it was a Sabrina thing.
You know, Paris a long time ago,
the first show.
I could have, you know, joyfully throttled her!
But, you know, the hem was wrong.
I had nightmares for years
wondering if the fashion editors
would have criticized me for shoddy work.
Me, shoddy work! I'm a perfectionist!
Every single stitch I slave over,
like a Michelangelo or a Leonardo da Vinci.
Anyway the audience liked her and she--
She strolled on with the next dress
And you know what they did? They cheered.
Yes, they cheered her, as if she had created the show.
She stole the show from me.
From me, my show!
It was ridiculous.
But I did my best.
And I still have nightmares about it.
Oh, I'm so glad.
So do I.
Well, if it isn't Little Miss
"Oh, it's too big. It's too big.
Please use your own. I'll make you come" Tabitha.
Sabrina.
Sabrina?
Well, Sabrina, you have aged a million years.
Why don't we take a minute
to put a little life into that dried up, sloppy--
You can't be both.
You know what this is?
This is me playing photographer.
God!
Billy Dea!
Kill her. No, Billy Dea.
No, no, no, no.
Now, save it for later. Save it for later.
Zero convictions.
Robert didn't mention any- - It's all right.
You did adequately.
Besides, I have a different idea for the campaign. Yes.
Despite our problems in the recent past,
I am still with Claudio.
And he and I are working
on a brilliant idea for the company.
It was my vision, but he absolutely loved it.
And he is also giving me a chance
to launch my new line this year.
My designs on the catwalks of Milan, Paris and New York.
I've been waiting for this all my life.
And I also get to pick the new face of beauty.
So is promised.
If I never touch another video camera, it's okay.
That shot of Cynthia falling?
That's my defining image.
When I got back to New York,
I felt like I had helped rape Cynthia.
You know, I'd like to think
that it could only happen in Lalaland.
But that ain't real.
When everything else is taken away,
I mean like, you know, the money, the job,
the glamor, the success...
When all that's gone,
I mean, what about Cynthia?
I mean, did anybody actually ever give a damn about her?
I mean, apart from myself?
This is new territory for all of us.
But they would be very, very tasteful.
And obviously, I would be very, very grateful.
♪ In the gloomiest morning ♪
♪ A beggar wasted ♪
♪ Give unto me ♪
♪ Love, leave, impress ♪
♪ Give unto me ♪
♪ Oh ♪
The campaign was quickly pulled
from newsstands and billboards.
But it was so frequently reprinted
to illustrate how vile it was,
it became the most recognizable campaign in history.
The fad was on.
Whatever Claudio's message was, it got out.
Claudio was crucified, then celebrated,
then vilified.
And then it was business as usual.
Billy Dea became famous
after he assisted in Brooke's suicide.
Is it too late to change my mind?
For which he got a suspended sentence.
Brooke's first dead job commanded a record fee.
It was negotiated for her by Robert.
She rarely does that.
Yeah. No, really, she's very reliable.
I mean, even more so than when she was alive.
That's great. I need a drink.
Wait, it's 8a.m., Helmut.
Wonderful. Perfect.
Claudio doesn't use these girls does he?
Well, Brooke, before she--
Robert had become the world's top agent
virtually overnight.
But then he disappeared.
This portrait became the most famous of them all.
The men never get naked.
And as for Sabrina?
Well, she went on to--
We're home. How's it going?
I just finished.
Yeah?
I always knew I'd cause a sensation.
I always knew I had the look.
So we're back with the book,
Cynthia and Us:
The Real Cynthia as Her Friends Knew Her.
So, girls, first welcome.
Thank you. Thank you.
How do you feel about Cynthia's campaign?
Oh, we were thrilled when we first heard she got it.
Well, a little surprised as well,
but, you know, really pleased for her.
Yeah. Well, why surprised?
Oh, well, she wasn't really that hot.
Beautiful inside.
Okay.
How long did you both know her?
Two months. - Two weeks.
But we really clicked, you know, right off the bat.
Oh, yeah, the book tells you how much we really licked.
Do you know how much it cost to refrigerate her room?
A fortune.
The electricity bill just climbing higher
and higher every month.
And when her star faded, as it always will,
how in the hell was I supposed to cover that?
These were good clean men with good cars.
Oh, my God, you could just smell the cash.
They're the kind of men that she should have been
sleeping with when she was alive,
not those rat bastards she did hump.
Have a nice day.