All language subtitles for Pam and Tommy S01E06 1080p

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.

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?

No, let's go.

- Are you sure?
Yes.

Let's go.
- Coming, coming.

♪ Wondering
what are you doing ♪

♪ ♪

♪ You're driving me to ruin ♪

♪ ♪

- Beer man!

Oh, I'm good.
- Two.

You might change your mind,
babe.

♪ ♪

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's see if this Labatt's cam

can find us
a gorgeous Labatt's fan.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- 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?

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.
Come on, Sandy.

Request a conference
if you need one.

- So...

smile and tell them
to fuck off in my head?

Precisely.

Carry on.

All right, Mrs. Lee.

Let's start
with something simpler.

Do you remember when you first
started modeling?

Ladies and gentlemen,

for your
halftime entertainment...

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?

- Modeling? No.
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.

Alex, can you cover for me?

♪ You and I ♪
Order up.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ You can't see the forest
for the trees ♪

Labatt marketing.

♪ 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 ♪

- Babe!
What?

Can you get that?
- Yes.

- Pam!
What?

- Get the phone!

- Hello?

Sorry, wait.

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?

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?
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.

- Fuck.

♪ ♪

Where the fuck
are you going, Pam?

- America.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Lee, if you're
having trouble remembering,

perhaps I can--
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.
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.

♪ ♪

♪ I could feel at the time ♪

Welcome to the
Playboy Mansion, Miss Anderson.

♪ There was no way of knowing ♪

♪ Fallen leaves in the night ♪

- It looks like a castle.
It's just--

- Hey, thanks, Nelson.

Thank you.
Have a great shoot.

♪ As free as the wind ♪

♪ Hopefully learning ♪

- Let's do this.

♪ On the tide
has no way of turning ♪

♪ ♪

- I can't believe this.

♪ 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.
Yeah, I'm Carol.

- Thank you.

♪ ♪

♪ It was fun for a while ♪

- They gave us champagne.

- Wow.

- Oh, my God, honey.

- Mm!

- Look at you.

- Oh, Mom.

- What?
- Ooh, Mom.

- It's okay.

Pammy, look,
you look like a magazine model.

You look--

You look like
Marilyn Monroe.

- No, I don't.
- Yes.

Okay.

- 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?

Of course.

♪ ♪

Hey.

- 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?

Never fear, dear.

This is Playboy,
not Penthouse.

We like to keep things
classy here.

- Oh, yeah. Totally.

So...
- Yes.

- Remember to have fun.

- Okay.

And make love to the camera.

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.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Pamela Anderson.

Well done, love.

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.

- And the sooner you do,
the happier you'll be.

Could I be so bold
as to offer some advice?

- You already are.

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.

I look forward to it.

♪ ♪

- So I saw
a bunch of the girls

in the Mansion today,
and the one thing I noticed

was that they all have...

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.

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...

- Get outta here.

No, honey.
- Really?

Yeah, sure.
I mean, whatever you want.

Just turn off
the light, please.

I'm so tired.

- Is it gonna be okay?

Is what gonna be?

- You know...

Everything.

Oh, honey.

It's going to be wonderful.

♪ ♪

Did you pose
for the magazine again?

- I did, yes.
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?

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.

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.

Wait, have we got everything?

Oh, we got it all, baby.

Yeah, we do.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

Let's go.

Ah, yes.

No.

- Say hello, Mrs. Lee.
- Hello, Mrs. Lee.

- Where are we heading,
Mrs. Lee?

- Heaven.

Let's do this.

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.

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.

Hey, baby.

Is this for me?
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?

No.
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.

Because you felt
that it was unlikely

that they would be able
to do so

or because you didn't care
if they did?

Objection.
Compound beyond scope.

All right. Next clip.

Three. Three at least.

Five,
enough for their own band.

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.

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.

♪ ♪

Yeah. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, baby.

I love you so fucking much.

Yeah, give it to me.
You're my fucking wife.

I want those babies.
Give me--

Yeah?
Yeah.

Are you ready
for one right now?

Baby.
Yeah.

Give it to me, babe.
Fuck.

Baby.

- 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.

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.

But it would have
been possible, yes?

- I suppose so. Yes.

- Was that exciting
to you and your husband?

- No.

No.

All right, next clip.
- I just--I'm sorry.

Feeling a little dizzy.
Please excuse me.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Are you okay?

- Thanks.

- For what it's worth,

I've seen a lot
of horrible depositions,

but this...

♪ ♪

I want another.

Another what?

Vacation.

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.

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.

- This hat is perfect for Fiji.
It is.

Look at my sweet wife.
- Oh, my God.

Baby.

Enough already
with the camera.

Oh, my God.

Sweet ass.

- Give me that.
Oh!

Hey, one question.

- Give me that camera.

- Hold on. One question.

What was your favorite
part of vacation?

Being with you.

- Really?
Yeah.

- I thought it was
boning your husband.

Give me that camera.
Give me that camera.

One second. One second.

We're dealing with something
very important.

What?
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.

♪ ♪

- 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.
Sure.

- Sorry about that.

Welcome back, Mrs. Lee.
I hope you're feeling better.

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?
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.
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?

Of course.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry we left
such a mess.

♪ ♪