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WOMAN ON PA: Passengers for KLM
flight 106 to Rotterdam,

who have checked in,
may now board the coach at gate 1 1.

Passengers for BKS Air flight 412
to Leeds and Bradford,

who have checked in,
can now board the coach at gate one.

Passengers for Air France flight 925
to Paris-Orly and Marseilles,

who have checked in
can now board the coach at gate six.

(WOMAN ANNOUNCING IN FRENCH)

Damn it, are they coming or not?

(SCOFFS) It's just about your mark.

I'm frightfully sorry, Neville.
Are we awfully late?

One or two things cropped up, you...

- Are the dressing room lights on, Matt?
- No.

Well?

(SIGHING)

- Am I going to be introduced?
- Oh! Of course, I'm sorry.

Marisa, this is Bernie.

- Hi.
- He's the photographer.

And this is?

I'm Hetherington.
You're working for me.

Ah.

You're amused?

You are so British.

I'm sorry.

The important thing is what you are.

Not as British as you thought, am I?

- Well?
- Fine.

She looks just fine.

Right, let's try her, shall we?
There's been enough time wasted.

She can change here,
she'll have to get used to it.

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

- MATT: Change.
- I'll tell you if there is any change.

She's different from what we expected.

BERNIE: I said, I'll tell you.

- London's very different.
- What do you want?

What the subject requires.

Subject?

The dress, darling.

You move, I shoot.

When you're ready.

BERNIE: Good.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Yes. Yes.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Yes. Fabulous.

Good.

Very good.

- Excellent.
- We'll decide that.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hetherington.

What, now?

All right, all right, all right.
Now tell me slowly.

Yes.

The directors are making a fuss. Why?

Well, how did they get on to that?

Hold on.

Margaret, there's a bit of a rumpus
at a meeting

on that magazine we've taken over.
Somebody's leaked our plans.

- You know them there, don't you?
- Well, of course.

I'll be there with Margaret.

Oh, no. No trouble.

I'll be there in half an hour.

I'm leaving in five minutes
with Margaret.

(WHISTLING)

Margaret, tell her to get a move on,
will you?

Come on, come on. Get the towel off.

- MATT: The car's ready, Mr Hetherington.
- Right.

- Send me the prints in the morning.
- Yeah.

Come on, Margaret.

All right, darling, just a few
more shots and then we're through.

- You're not frightened of me, are you?
- No.

No.

We're offering you the chance
to be a top model.

Within a few months,
your face will be on the front cover

of almost every magazine in the country.

Yes, I know that.

(SCOFFS) Well, what is it then?

Are you unhappy about
living in Bernie's flat?

Oh, no.

Oh, no. (CHUCKLES)
They never seem to mind that.

As a matter of fact,
there are one or two people

who are very unhappy
about making way for you.

Look, what is it?

Neville is very difficult to please,
but he is delighted with you.

You could be famous.

On front covers.

I'm a fashion editor, just like that.

Will you please make up your mind?

It's the kind of photograph
Mr Neville wants.

Now look, we've been through all this.

We are the biggest fashion organisation
in the country.

And we can't afford to have
nude pictures of you all over England.

Can we?

We have to protect you
for our sakes as well as for yours.

That's why you will be living
in Bernie's flat,

to protect you from other photographers.

Well?

Yes, I will.

I...

I'm sorry.

That's all right. I quite understand.

Good.

Now, we're in business.

MARISA: Do you really live here?
BERNIE: Not all of it.

- By yourself.
- There's others.

Who?

- Friends.
- Ah.

- Something wrong?
- What? Oh, no, no.

Look.

Oh!

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING)

- Try this one.
- This one?

- Uh-huh.
- (WHIRRING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SHIVERS)

(WHIRRING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(EXHALING)

(SIGHING)

It's all right, dear. He knows.

SALLY: Let's leave, Paula.

Don't look so shocked.

After all, I did live here first.

Long before you were discovered.

SALLY: He thinks a lot of Paula,
you know.

No wonder he's sleeping.

And so should you be, after last night.

The walls are very thin, you know.

See you around.

Ber...

(SNIFFLING)

Anyone here?

Anyone?

Marisa?

Marisa.

What do you want?

Leave me alone.

I wanted to apologise
for surprising you.

I was just taking pictures of the house.

I don't want to talk.
Please leave.

What's wrong, Marisa?

Why were you crying?

Nothing.

Was it Paula and Sally?

Take no notice, they're only jealous.

They live in this house
and work for Mr Hetherington.

But they mean nothing.

Why not leave, Marisa?

Before you get in too deep.

This is no place for you.

Mr Hetherington, Margaret and Bernie,

they're just hustlers.

Con men.

They don't care about you.

Just the money they can make from you.

Please leave.
Leave me alone.

I don't want to listen.

(SOBBING)

Are they ready yet?
The magazine's screaming.

MATT: Marisa looks great.

Too good for this setup.

I don't know why you want
to involve her.

I've been experimenting
with these prints.

You have been what?

- Bloody hell, can't you even...
- Bloody hell, yourself.

The negs were so patchy
you could hardly...

Don't tell me what my film is like.
You print what I tell you.

They'll have to go like that I suppose.

Not if you don't like them.

Not if you don't think
they're an improvement.

Let them go. This time.

And I want the cameras loaded.

Are you ready?

Are you ready, Marisa?

Almost.

What's the trouble, Bernie?

You and Matt?

Nothing.
Don't know what you mean.

The atmosphere.

There's no atmosphere.

There is when I'm around.
There must be a reason.

(BERNIE SIGHS)

Oh, it's the photographs I suppose.

He wants to use you and I won't let him.

Why?

Why what?

Why not?
Why can't he?

Do you want him to?

Not really. But why don't you?

You are my model.
He can find his own.

Who does he think he is anyway?

One photograph wins an award

and he thinks
he's the world's greatest photographer.

- And...
- Yes?

And besides, it never pays
to be an idealist.

What is this about a prize
for a photograph?

Oh, I... I won an award.

What about you, Bernie,
did you enter?

BERNIE: Forget it, Marisa.
There's work to do.

No Bernie, I want to talk to you.

You talk, I'll listen.

- How much money do I earn?
- What?

Money. Money, Bernie.

The thing no one will ever talk about.

How much do I earn?
Where is it?

You've got all you need, haven't you?

I've got what I'm given
or what people buy for me.

It's all being looked after, Marisa.
It's quite safe.

Safe.
Everything safe.

Especially me.

I can't even change my mind
unless someone is watching.

So, what does it matter?

Bernie, please, just once.
Will you talk with me?

Tell me something,
that's all I want to know.

- So you don't trust me?
- I trust you, but it's...

- Do you need money?
- Don't laugh, I have a right.

You can tell me that, can't you?

Or aren't you being given permission?

Permission?
From whom, may I ask?

That's what I'm asking.
Should I go direct?

You're being very silly.

You have everything
dozens of other girls pray for.

They are just things.

I want some time to myself.

I want to make a few decisions.

Even if they're wrong.

I'd like to go out and buy...
I want your trust, without a jailer.

- Does that include me?
- (GIGGLES)

At least you.

Should I talk to Margaret about it?

Stop it, Marisa.

For God's sake.
Take what you've got and be thankful.

Don't poke into things
that don't concern you.

- But, Bernie, they do, they do.
- It's nothing to do with me.

You work their way or not at all.

It's out of my hands.

That's what I thought.

One needs courage.

And what's that supposed...

I'm not arguing with you.
Now stop it!

I thought that you...
You, at least, would listen.

Listen...

Listen to me.

Margaret and I are going to Paris
for a couple of days.

I'll leave you some extra money.

For what?
Housekeeping?

For whatever you want.

And nobody will be watching.

(JAZZ MUSIC ON RECORD PLAYER)

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

- Has Bernie gone?
- Yes.

Are you inviting me in
or do I stand here like a...

Oh, no, come in.

I, uh...

- Would you like a drink, Matt?
- No, I wouldn't like a drink. Thank you.

- You seem surprised?
- Yes, I am.

- No one ever said I shouldn't.
- Bernie has.

To you maybe, not to me.

He never discusses you with me.

Should he?

Also, he said you wouldn't
like to work for me.

Oh, I did not say that.
I said that...

What did you say?

That I could not see the point.

And what gay, exciting things have you
planned for your weekend of freedom?

- I have a suggestion.
- I thought so.

I think you should work for me.

- Yes, I can imagine.
- No, you can't.

Marisa, listen,
what have you done so far?

Nothing but work like a bloody slave
day and night.

We could have some fun.

Only you and me in the country
with a camera.

I'll be honest with you.

I will be getting something
out of it too.

I'm trying to create a new style
of photography.

I don't want to work for this setup
all my life.

But to do it, I need models
to make a collection of pictures.

And I would like you in it.

Would you? Would you like to?

Don't play games, Marisa. You would.

Or you would've told Bernie
I surprised you downstairs.

It's no use, Matt.

- It would upset Bernie.
- He's jealous, that's all.

And that's my fight, not yours.

Look, I want only your time.

Think what we could do
with the car and, uh...

Bernie's car?

It's not Bernie's car,
it goes with the studio.

- I don't understand.
- You don't have to.

What you need is to have some fun.

We can do all kinds of mad things.

Do you really think we could?

Go to the country?

I could have bare feet and...

- What about the others in the house?
- Oh, I've thought about that.

(POP MUSIC ON RECORD PLAYER)

What now?

You want me to take this off, don't you?

Would you?

If you want.

Why?

You don't like these shots.

Because I...

It will make better pictures for you.

Yeah.
Yes, it would.

(WHISTLING)

Bernie.

What are those?

Matt has taken
the most beautiful pictures of me.

Just look, look at this.

They're beautiful.

Where is Matt?
I want to kiss him.

It would appear
you've been doing just that.

But...

It was my idea, Bernie.
Mine.

They are beautiful, aren't they?

They're cheap! Dirty and cheap!

What are they, Bernie?

On the contrary,
I think they're very professional.

- Matt?
- Yes, he is such a good photographer.

I enjoyed it, I liked working for him...

Oh, that's enough, Marisa.

Matt!

What's the matter?

These are your idea, I take it.

- Yeah.
- Why?

I asked him to.
I wanted some fun.

- Fun!
- Alright, Bernie, I'll handle this.

You're good, Matt.
Very good.

Almost good enough to get work.

We shall have to watch you, won't we?

You will have to take some of me
next time we go to the country.

Could he do the studio session
sometimes?

You seem very interested in Matt
all of a sudden.

I'm a model.
He make me look good.

Better than Bernie does?

It's a different sort of thing.

Well, you certainly won't be shooting
in this studio.

All the same, I see no reason why Matt
shouldn't use Marisa outside the studio.

Do you, Bernie?

Not if you say so.

I'll take the negatives of these.

I had to do that Bernie, didn't I?

It seems you'd do anything for Matt.

And why shouldn't I?

You said yourself how suspicious
she was.

- So?
- Well, you saw the difference.

Matt did that.

You wouldn't want to lose her,
would you?

I see.

You don't imagine you're in love
with her, do you?

Oh, Bernie.

Let's not confuse these things.

Love and lust are two different things.

And Matt is the better photographer.

Oh, I should think
it'll all work out all right.

It had better.
(CHUCKLES)

She's too valuable a property to lose
because of jealousy.

No matter what the reason.

And Matt can continue to photograph her.

- Until I can find a way...
- Oh, careful Bernie.

These things aren't decided by you,
are they?

Which reminds me.

Neville wants some more prints
next week.

So perhaps you better start getting her
in the right frame of mind.

You know how she hates posing
half naked.

- Hi, Matt.
- Hello.

Oh, that's great.

Fantastic.

- Don't you think they're super?
- Do you think so?

- Mmm.
- These are what you came for.

Now, if you'd like to get down
to the real work of this organisation,

I want six prints off each.

Mine.

(LOUD POP MUSIC ON TAPE MACHINE)

Why are you always like this afterwards?

- What?
- You're so bloody noisy.

(SIGHS)
Why did you do that?

I was asking you something.

Why you're always so different and noisy

and difficult when
you've been out with Matt?

Am I?
Oh, I'm happy that's all.

- So, I don't make you happy?
- You make me happy.

I just have fun with Matt.
You should be pleased.

Well, I'm more pleasant to live with.
Not like before you went to Paris.

Even though nothing's changed.

It may do soon.

To Marisa.

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(UPBEAT POP MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHATTING INDISTINCTLY)

Look, I hope you
don't mind me mentioning it,

but you didn't empty your bath.

Go away. Go away.

Leave me alone!

This can't be you. You wouldn't do it.

Get out. Get out. Get out!

Bernie.

(SOBBING) Bernie!

Bernie.

I can't see why you're so upset
about one photograph,

published in another country.

- But who? Who?
- I don't think that matters, Marisa.

Doesn't matter? Doesn't matter?
It does. It does to me. You promised...

You signed a release
for all photographs, remember?

- But you promised. Promised.
- Yes, I promised.

And what's more, I kept my promise.

I didn't sell that photograph, Marisa.
Someone else did.

Then you must know. You must!

Don't you accuse me.

I don't give a damn what you think
or what you feel,

but don't you dare accuse me.

- Neville?
- Not Neville, not me, not anyone.

Now you take my advice and forget it

or you will have a lot to regret.
I'm warning you.

You did it because you're jealous.

Jealous of Matt and me,
jealous of Bernie and me.

Because no one loves you.
You're disgusting because you're a liar.

(GASPING)

And you're a coward too.

Now, Marisa, one photograph.

How do I know it's only one?

I will take this.
I won't be working for a while.

Not till I've spoken
to some other people.

Marisa!

Bernie, you did it, didn't you?
You did it.

The magazine, Bernie. The magazine.

Marisa has been looking for you.

No, I didn't tell her. She doesn't know.

But she's taken £50
and she's looking for Neville.

Now, you know what that means,
don't you? For you and for me.

Well, something's got to be done to keep
her mouth shut or we'll be finished.

Oh, I know why you did it, Bernie.
You wanted to get her away from us

so that you could make the money.

Well, you'd better not.

Yes, but I didn't...

MATT: Lost something?

How many of these have you sold?

- Sold? Sold these?
- Yes, sold.

- You're joking.
- No.

You must be. Why would I sell them?

Don't ask me questions.

- Look, I don't know.
- You do.

I swear.

You weren't content with selling
these filthy things,

you had to sell mine too
because they wouldn't just buy yours.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry,
but I had to do it.

I had to shock you,
or you wouldn't believe me.

Believe what?

BERNIE: That someone sold a photograph.

It's not true, Marisa. I swear it.

Of course. You and Margaret.

- No, Marisa, no.
- Don't touch me.

- Marisa, how can you even think...
- I think it very easily.

These, these tell me.

Have you sold them too? Have you?

MATT: Marisa. I love you.

You sell me. You sell my body
and say you love me?

You love me.

You've made me cheap.

Cheap. Like a street girl.

You won't get away with this, Bernie.

We'll have to
sort this one out ourselves.

We're the only ones who know enough
about this side of the business.

There's plenty of money if we need it.

Oh, I don't think money
is going to work.

Well, what are you
going to do about it?

Me?

You.

Oh, now come on,
what can she possibly do?

- Oh, quite a lot, I imagine.
- How?

Well, she's getting very popular.

- The press?
- Why not the press?

You seem to forget that we own, control,

or have very good friends
in every sphere.

The smaller ones wouldn't dare
run something on us.

I presume you've left it with Bernie?

Bernie?

Bernie should know by now
what's involved.

He must be the one to pacify her.

Bring me today's prices.

This should interest you.
We're buying another studio.

Good.

Right, that will be all, Sally.

So, Bernie hates Matt.

And Matt is apparently determined
to get Marisa away from us.

- Oh, is he?
- Mm-hmm.

- Well, he'll want to fight.
- He will.

- He could be dangerous.
- Oh, Margaret.

None of them is dangerous.

They're just a lot of bloody children
and Matt is acting like one.

Now, either he shuts up and settles down
or he'll be out of a job.

And even you won't save him this time.

You'd better send him to see me.

Marisa. Please, please stay.

Will you talk to me?

What are you going to do about it.

- It wasn't me.
- I suppose it was Bernie.

I don't want to talk to you, Matt.
But I'll tell you something.

Bernie and I are leaving.

- Leaving?
- For a holiday.

Then we'll work by ourselves.

Did Bernie tell you that?

Did he?

- Yes.
- Even you must know that's impossible.

Neville will never let him go.

Bernie hasn't got the guts
to fight his way out.

Oh, please believe me, Marisa,

he's created this trouble
to take you away from me.

He's fooling you
and he's trying to ruin me.

If these people are so powerful,
why aren't you scared?

Because I didn't sell the photograph.
I don't care about this job.

You don't have to.
Not with Margaret around.

I don't have to be this kind
of photographer.

- You've changed your story.
- No, I haven't.

There's something much more
important to me.

I'm leaving, whatever happens.
And so is Bernie. He loves me.

Why did you not tell me before?

I didn't think
you would have believed me.

Why?

I thought you might have been
in love with him.

So did I.

How much money would he make?

Not much.
Probably hardly worth the trouble.

It's made me feel so dirty.

How many other people have seen it?

In this country, very few.

And what about the others?
The ones he took? That you take?

No, that's why Margaret
wanted the negatives.

Then she didn't know. She could have
told me, instead of protecting Matt.

She didn't want to hurt you any more,
I suppose.

But she hit me.

You hurt her feelings.

- No, Bernie.
- Now come on, forget about Matt.

I want to talk now...

- Bernie?
- Mm-hmm.

Couldn't we... Could we go away?
Away from Matt and Margaret?

- Possibly.
- When?

- (SIGHS) Not just yet.
- But when?

Well, you'd have to go first.

With the money Margaret gave me,

I could say I was taking a holiday
and go home.

If you like.

What shall I do about Matt and Margaret?

Don't you think you should drop it?

They may do it to someone else.

- For God's sake, don't start crusading!
- Don't shout at me, Bernie.

Well, you make more trouble
than you bargain for. For everyone.

That's funny.
Margaret said something like that too.

Why did he say he loved me?

An excuse.
He wanted something from you.

No, Bernie.

Stop!

Don't you love me either?

Why can't you just let her get out?
Let her go?

Because she's worth
too much money to us.

- Us?
- Me.

You're not here to ask questions.
You had an offer.

- Are you accepting?
- If I don't?

You'd never work in a studio again.

It's us or no one.

Marisa has the same choice,
but don't worry about her, you see,

we have an insurance
as far as she's concerned.

- Your negatives.
- My negatives?

Yes. If for some reason
Marisa becomes too difficult,

we'd sell them. To cover expenses.

She's nothing to you.
Only a money-making machine.

You must have been making enough
out of her ordinary modelling.

She certainly wasn't.
Why those other things?

The 'ordinary modelling', as you put it,
is the extra.

The 'other things', as you call them,
are the real money-maker.

Have you any idea how much
we sell them for?

You sold others?

Well, naturally. You've been there
when they were taken.

- Then... Then Bernie...
- Bernie works for us.

So do you. So does Marisa.

No one leaves until we say.

And, in the meantime,

just don't cause any more trouble, hmm?

This isn't only you and Margaret, is it?

No, much bigger. That's why
we can afford to pick and choose.

That's why we're offering you
a new studio.

At a much higher salary, of course.

You're a better photographer.

You'd have the car, flat,

Marisa too, if we say so.

Now, Matt, you want to be a successful
photographer, well here's your chance.

You'd be well-protected,
no danger to your reputation.

Stop talking about my reputation
as if you were interested.

- You'd ruin me as easily as Marisa.
- We're not here to discuss Marisa.

I am.

Then you'd better change the subject.

Look, look at these.

They disgust me.

You could take those pictures
with one arm tied behind your back.

You could make a fortune.

I'm not interested.
I only want Marisa to know the truth.

You'll never convince her.

Not if she sees
your photographs published.

- You wouldn't.
- Why not?

I told you, they're insurance.

- It's blackmail.
- Insurance.

(SIGHS)

- You will come, won't you?
- Yes, I...

- As soon as I can.
- When? When?

I don't know.

Leaving us?

MARGARET: I was told you were.

I do hope you weren't intending
to let her go, Bernie.

For your own sake.

You look as if you're
expecting Bernie to say something.

He... We are going away.
From you, Matt, and everyone else.

- Yes, we don't want anything...
- Suppose you let Bernie explain.

I'd be careful if I were you.
You're already in enough trouble.

And without a job.
And it could be worse.

I don't know what she's talking about.

- Bernie.
- You little troublemaker.

I hope you're satisfied.

You want too much of everything,
don't you?

Money, success, and sex.

Is everything going according to plan?

Have they told you?

You can have your job,
if they'll have you.

Just what have you done?

I'm going and so is Marisa.

Oh, no, I've heard all this before.
You can't go.

We are going.

- We don't want you to.
- So what?

Neville will offer you more money.

- I don't want it.
- She will.

You are the troublemaker.

You took Bernie's job from him.
You ruined Matt.

You will not do it to me.

I said you were jealous.
Now, you're jealous of me, too.

Go on, hit me again.

I think we should go.

- You can't leave.
- Why?

(SOBBING) Well...
You won't be able to work.

- And if that doesn't matter?
- Of course it matters.

Does it?

Sometimes integrity and self-respect
can be more important than money.

BERNIE: But...

- Where will you go?
- That's our business.

- Will you stop playing games?
- It's not a game.

The only thing we've ever asked for
is the truth. We're going.

You... You can't leave,
think what would happen to me.

If you're so decent, how will
I get another job... How will I?

- (MARGARET SOBBING)
- Go on, go away. Leave her alone.

Can't you talk to them,
make them see reason?

MATT: There's no reason to see.

- I'm telling you to stay.
- Why?

- Because you have to.
- Who says so?

- I say so.
- And who are you?

They didn't believe me.

About losing our jobs?

They believed it. They didn't care.

They don't care about anything.

That's just it. They do.

Come on. Forget it. There'll be others.

Been a long time.

(MARGARET LAUGHING)

You know, I forgot one thing.

No one ever told her she was
sleeping with my husband.

(BOTH LAUGH)