All language subtitles for Career.Bed.1969_Legendas01.ENG

[music]

P Don't try to
leave me in despair, P

P You say
you love me, P

P but I know
I don't care, P

P Devil in disguise, P

P mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

P Don't ever tell me
that you need me, P

P You only use
me to deceive me, P

P Devil in disguise, P

P mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

P There'll come a day
when I will leave you, P

P You'll find your way
though it may grieve you, P

P Devil in disguise, P

P mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

P Mother love. P

P Mother love. P

[street noise]

- He vomits
on the floor.

- He's a baby.
What do you want?

- Weren't you ever a baby?
- I don't know what we're going to do.

It's kinda silly.

I don't know what we can do
with a thing like that anyhow.

- Well, he's your child too, and
you have to cope with him also.

- We'll return to
the Daily Storm,

after this word
from Lake's Hand Lotion.

Lake's is that special lotion
containing magic moistures

and super softeners to keep
your hands the way he likes them.

Don't forget, ladies,
you'll find Lake's Hand Lotion

in the new unbreakable
purse size too,

in addition to the regular
and economy-size bottles.

So keep your hands out of trouble
by daily use of Lake's Hand Lotion,

the lotion designed
with a fellow in mind.

- The girl in the hand lotion commercial
isn't half as pretty as you are, Susan.

You'll get your chance to
be a star soon enough.

- Oh, Mama, why don't
we give this all up?

You know I don't
want to be an actress.

I hate New York and
I hate show business.

- You'll feel differently
about it when you're a star.

- I don't think I'll be
an actress, much less a star.

I don't think I'll wind up
in one lousy little commercial.

Our family just
has bad luck.

Bad luck,
that's all.

- Listen,
you'll be a star.

I got you out of that rotten little town
and we're going straight to the top.

Money and fame.

I've got enough ambition
for the both of us.

You'll be a star,

even if I have to pull
every dirty trick in the book.

You're not going to get
stuck raising kids

and cooking
dinner every night.

- Why, daddy
would've been happy

if I married a boy like
Bob Darkfield and settled down.

- Your daddy's dead.

- Yes, and we're using the money
he left for my theatrical career.

An idea he hated.

- Your father was a
narrow-minded farmer.

- Well, it
sounds rotten.

- Listen to
your mother.

- What if
I marry Bob?

- You won't, because
I won't let you.

- He'll be
here tomorrow.

- I won't let
you see him.

- I will, no matter
what you say!

- Go ahead
and see him.

You won't be stupid
enough to marry him.

Don't lose your mind
and go to bed with him.

- He's willing to wait
until we're married.

- Don't give up your
virginity for some silly boy.

It's too important
an asset.

- What do you
mean by that?

- Get dressed. You'll be
late for your dance class.

- Mama,

what did you
mean by that?

- Trust me.

You'll understand
when the time comes.

[rotary dial whirring]

[phone rings]

- Hello, Mrs. Potter.

This is Bob.

I got into
town a day early.

Could I speak
to Susan, please?

- She's not here.

Come on over anyway and
surprise her when she gets home.

Give me a half hour
to change, will you?

- Mom?

Who called?

- Hurry up and get
to your dance lesson.

It was
a wrong number.

[music]

[doorbell buzzes]

- Come on in,
Bob.

The door's open.

Help yourself
to a drink.

- Thanks,
Mrs. Potter.

I think I will.

[ice cubes clinking]

Susan back yet?

- Not yet.

You look stunned.

Haven't you ever
seen a woman before?

- You don't look
like Susan's mother.

- Well, I've changed
a bit, and so has Susan.

- Ward's Lake
is a small town.

Mothers are supposed
to look like mothers and

daughters
like daughters.

We're provincial.

- Yes, I was a proper
housewife back there.

Now I'm a gay widow
in a sophisticated city.

- I used to think that Susan had
the prettiest mother in the county.

If I were older
or if you--

Well, I used to like
both you and Susan.

- Don't you want to give
an old neighbor a kiss hello?

- Sure.

I don't think you'll remain
a widow very long, Mrs. Potter.

- I'll probably be
a grandmother shortly.

I don't expect you came
all the way east to take

Susan to a movie.

- I thought you were against
Susan and I getting married.

I thought you wanted
me to stay away from her

so she could go on
with her acting career.

- I did,

but I changed
my mind.

- You mean you don't mind
us getting married now?

- No.

Although I'd rather
have you for myself.

- Mrs. Potter.

- Do you
like my legs?

They're much
shapelier than Susan's.

- How's Susan's
career coming along?

- Here are her
professional photographs.

- Very nice.

We'll have to save these
to show to our children.

- If you're
really serious,

give your future
mother-in-law a big kiss.

- Just for Susan.

I came here
to marry Susan!

- If you love her so much,
why are you so excited?

- Because you're
a sexy woman,

but there's a big difference
between sex and love.

- But you'd like to go
to bed with me right now.

- No.

- I can tell how
much you want me.

- This is
all too sick.

I came here
to marry Susan.

- She won't
be back tonight.

She's staying with
her new boyfriend.

- Boyfriend?

- I didn't want to tell
you and hurt your feelings,

but she has
somebody else.

- Who?

- I can't tell you his name,
he's too well known.

He's older than Susan
and he can do a lot for her.

- If that's true,
you can both go to hell.

Sure, I believe it.

The career first.

[music]

- Relax.

- You're the devil's
own messenger.

No,

don't stop.

Oh, that's beautiful.

[panting]

[music]

- Mom,
I'm home.

Why are
all the lights out?

- Susan?

She wasn't sleeping
with some old man.

You did this just
to make her hate me.

- Oh, go away,
little boy.

You bug me.

[footsteps tapping]

- I thought I'd
find you here.

I didn't think you'd
go down on the elevator.

- Go away!

- I love you.

I went crazy.

- Your mother, she--
- My mother?

Are you so weak?

- I am weak.

Ineeded
a woman.

You would never let
me go too far with you.

You were so
goddamn virtuous!

- Oh, now
I'm to blame!

I wouldn't let you
make love to me.

Okay.

Well, I'll square
everything.

Do what
you damn please!

Go ahead. This is
all you ever wanted.

What's the
matter, Bob?

Did my mother work
it all out of you?

[music]

- Are you going
to sit up all night?

- I was trying to get up
enough nerve to kill you.

- But you couldn't.

- I have nothing
left but my career.

- You'll see.

We'll both be
happier that way.

- We'll call you
when we decide.

- Come on, come on.
Stick 'em out.

We want an
interesting shot.

- Ahh, come on,
honey.

- What dreck!

- This is
business, dear.

Let's do it again.
Do it again, do it again.

- Come on. Nobody's watching.
- Haven't you rehearsed it before?

Come on, do it again.

- You want to,
ehh... tonight?

- Perfectly
beautiful body.

Not a
mark on it.

All right. You may get
dressed, my dear, other room.

Your daughter's a
very exciting girl.

She has,

what would you say,

empathy.

Very definitely
a star caliber.

Perfect for
television commercials.

- Yes. All she needs is the right
chance and good connections.

- I might consider
handling her,

but there
are problems.

- Problems?

- To be perfectly
frank, Mrs. Potter,

I detest
stage mothers.

Their very presence
makes me ill.

I prefer to be mother and
confidant to the girls I represent.

- Cut out the fancy talk
and tell me your price.

- As I say,
Susan excites.

Speaking frankly,

I would be a
much better choice

than a man
at this point.

You wouldn't
want her pregnant,

and it would be
even less desirable

for her to fall in love
with some silly boy.

Don't you agree,
Mrs. Potter?

- She's still innocent and
she's going to remain that way.

- Must you be
so terribly crude?

I am not interested
in her classical virginity.

Dollook
like a beast?

- And what do
we get out of it?

- I'm an
important agent.

I have a lot of friends who
would do many favors for me

and for Susan.

- How do
we proceed?

- I'd like to take
Susan to dinner tonight,

alone.

- Then we
have a deal?

- How can
you be so crude?

A deal?

Mrs. Potter,
Ms. Reynolds,

I just wanted to tell you that Susan
is a perfectly delightful creature.

Yes, lovely child.

I simply can't take
my eyes off of her.

She's staying
with me tonight.

Speak to your mother,
but don't take all night.

- Hello, mother.

I'm fine, mother.

- You look just so beautiful
in your new mini dress.

You'll drive
all the boys wild.

Aren't you going to thank
your mother for the nice gift?

- Thank you, Mother.

I appreciate
it very much.

- It's only what's due you
for being such a good girl.

Good girls get
lots of nice things.

- Thank you, Mother.

- Turn around.
I want to look at you once more.

You're a cute
little bug.

It seems almost
yesterday I dolled you up

in your first
party dress.

- Yes, Mother.

Only yesterday.

Be back in
an hour, Mom.

- Just a minute,
young lady.

You're not going out on an
interview without an inspection.

- Oh, Mom!

- Your agent doesn't
want you going out on a job

looking less
than perfection.

- My agent.

- Be diplomatic.

You won't get anywhere
without diplomacy.

Let's see
your stockings.

Lift up
your dress.

- Mr. Landive isn't going
to look under my dress.

- He can
if he asks.

Only up to
the thighs.

You have
pretty legs.

- Oh, God.

- Be sure
and act correctly.

This is the first appointment
you've gone on without Mama

to talk for you.

- You talk very
well for me, Mama.

- Don't be sarcastic.

I'm doing
this for you.

It hurts me a lot
more than it does you.

- Yes, Mama.

- Now how are
you going to act?

- Like a
nice little girl.

- Mr. Landive is a very
important Broadway director.

Don't get him mad.

Be nice to him,
within limits.

- How nice?

- If he wants to kiss you,
give him a nice kiss.

Not a little peck like you did
Mr. Smith in the advertising agency.

You have to keep men
interested, you know.

- I know, Mother.

I know, Mother.

- Don't tense if
he touches you here.

It's all right to hug and kiss,
but don't do anything nasty for him

until I tell you.

Don't take all
your clothes off.

- What if I want to
take my clothes off?

- Don't start
getting nasty.

You'll take your clothes off for
a man when I'm good and ready.

- And when
will that be?

- When I think
it's worth it.

[street noise]

[banging sound]

[background chatter]

- Thank you
very much, Ron.

- Thank you, Ron.
- All right.

- So you're Ms. Reynolds'
new client,

and you're
going to be a star.

- A big star.

- Well, you look exactly right
for the role of Ginger in my new play.

It's uh, it's kind of dirty
and noisy in this theater

- but I think--
- But what, Mister Landive?

- oh, don't bite.

I just wanted to suggest that
we could go for a walk in the park.

You relieved?

You know, I'm not a big bad
wolf with a casting couch.

As a matter of fact, there are just,
well, a few people in this world

who think
I'm pretty decent.

- A walk
in the park,

I'd like that.
Well, you're...

It's the first nice thing
anyone's said to me in this city.

- Well, shall we go,
Susan Potter?

[music]

- More coffee?

- No more
coffee, please.

- Coffee's about the only
thing that keeps me going.

- Honestly, do you really
think I'm right for your play?

- Yes, I do,

but I still have
to see you act.

- I thought talent
wasn't important.

- Well, that's about the only thing
that really counts in this business.

- My mother says--
- What does your mother know?

She sounds like a monster to me,
and if you keep listening to her,

she's going
to ruin your life.

- I don't actually have to go to
bed with anyone for my career?

- No, you don't have
to make it that way.

As a matter of fact,
you don't even need an agent

with a reputation
like Reynolds.

- What can I do?

How can I get
out of this trap?

- Don't listen to her.

Move out.

- Move where?

- I'll find you a girl whose
apartment you can share.

You know, a lot of people
find life much easier

when they make a break
from their parents.

- I wish I
could move out.

- Well, you can.

Don't let your
mother ruin your life.

- She'd hate
me for it.

She's still
my mother.

- You hate
her already.

- I'll do it.

- When?

- Tonight.

I'm going home
and packing right now.

I don't care
what she says.

I wouldn't.
I wouldn't have the nerve.

- I'll pick
you up at nine.

If your mother has anything
to say, let her say it to me.

- Would you really
do that for me?

- You really
like it this way.

- You're one of the all-time
greats in that department.

You ought to go down in
history as a real master of the--

- Don't be vulgar.

If I'm so good, why do you
demand my daughter's body?

- I'm a freak

for young girls.

- I've set a
high price for Susan.

- If I arrange for her to play
the lead in a new TV series?

- Arrange it.

You can take her
out to dinner tonight,

but you'll get no more
than a hug and a kiss

until I
see a contract.

And don't
get any ideas.

Susan can
take care of herself.

Where in the hell
have you been, young lady?

You were only supposed to
be gone an hour, not four.

- I went for a
walk in the park.

- A walk
in the park?

You don't have
enough to do?

- I went with
Jack Landive.

- Thanks. I thought
you weren't going to socialize

with any producers or directors
without discussing it with me first.

Men can
be very tricky.

- This wasn't
strictly business.

Jack happens
to be a gentleman.

He's not interested
in making your kind of deal.

- What do you think
you're going to do?

- Exactly as I want,

and I'm going to start
by packing and moving out tonight.

- You're not
moving out.

You're going on
a date with Mr. Smith.

- A date
with Mr. Smith?

Is that what you
want for me, Mother?

He's short and ugly
and he's a slob.

- He's a very
important man.

- Goodbye.

- You're serious,
I see.

- Dead serious.

- Then what do
I have to live for?

A whole life of struggle
and then nothing.

All I ever cared
for was you.

I didn't want you falling
into the same trap I did.

- Don't make
a big scene.

It's not going
to impress me.

- What should I do?

Take a job
in a store?

Or will you be kind enough
to put me in a home for the aged?

- It's about time for
you to shed some tears.

- I won't cry.

It would make
you feel too good.

- We should at
least part friends.

- I have no reason
to live anymore.

I might as
well end it all.

- Go ahead!

- You'd love that,
wouldn't you?

- You wouldn't
have the nerve.

- I'll just
kill myself.

- Go ahead.
- Thank you, young lady.

[screaming]

- No,
Mama, don't.

I didn't mean it.
I love you.

- Don't stop me.

I've only your
career to live for.

- I'm sorry,
Mama.

I'll do anything
you want.

I won't move out.

I'll go out
with Mr. Smith.

I'll be
nice to him!

I'll do anything
you want.

- You'll do
exactly as I want?

- I swear
to it, Mama.

- It's all right.
I'll take care of it.

You'll behave for the
good of your career?

- I'll do anything
you want.

I'm sorry, Mama.

- Don't sit there
and cry all night.

You have to get
ready for Mr. Smith.

Put on your
sexy mini-dress.

You have to keep
the boys interested.

- He's no boy.

- Shut up!
- Yes, Mother.

- I'm sure if my daughter had you,
she'd never want another man.

- I'm crazy
about her.

That's why I'm trying so hard
to get her that TV contract.

- Wouldn't your wife be upset if she
discovered you dating a young girl?

- My wife and I are
bored with each other.

We have a
working arrangement.

I don't
sneak around.

I'm going to take Susan
to a very nice place tonight.

- 'M sure she'll
love you for it.

Where is that girl?

She never takes
this long dressing.

Susan?

- I'm coming.
- Hurry up.

You're keeping
Mr. Smith waiting.

Turn around and show
Mr. Smith how well you look.

Well, aren't you
going to say hello?

- Hello, Mr. Smith.

- Call him David.

- Hello, David.

It's nice
seeing you again.

- Well, go on over and give
him a nice hug and a kiss.

Well?

We can do much
better than that.

Kiss him.

Kiss him!

With your
mouth open.

Susan,

you said you
were going to behave.

- Now you're
acting like a smart girl.

[music]

[knocking]

- Mr. Landive.

Come in, please.

- Is Susan
at home?

- No, she's not here right now,
but have a drink anyway.

You see, Mr. Landive,
I direct Susan's career.

There's no room in her life for
half-hearted romances and boyfriends.

Everything she does
with her body is for profit.

- You're making her
into a whore then.

- A well-paid one.

- A lot of girls have used
sex and gotten nowhere.

If she fails in her
quest for a career,

you'll have
ruined her life.

- We won't fail.

- You'll ruin
her life.

You know, it would be nice
if she slept with a man she loved.

- Love?

Stop inventing words.

- The only reason I'm
still here is to find out

what makes
you such a monster.

A cut-rate
Svengah.

- That's simple.

A dull,
deprived life.

- It has to be
more than that.

- You're here because you
want my daughter's body.

You want to suck
the youthfulness out of her.

- Really?

I thought you were
doing that already.

- If you say you
love her, I'll vomit.

- I just don't like the
idea of an innocent girl

being dragged
through a sewer.

- You want her
body, Mr. Landive.

And you can have it if
you make the right deal with me.

- I don't
make deals.

- Then you
won't have Susan.

She's the one
that wants a career.

She's out with a man tonight
who's much more important than you,

but not
as attractive.

- Lady, I don't
believe you.

- Ask her agent,
Ms. Reynolds.

They're quite close.

She's used every part
of her body for business.

Every inch.

You can
enjoy her too

if you act like a businessman
and not a romantic fool.

- I wanted
to save her.

- From what?

A fate worse
than death?

Come off it.

Her mother's a
whore, and she is too.

Take your choice.

Cash or a part
in your next play.

A starring part.

Come play
with me, Mr. Clean.

- You know, if you live in a sewer,
you should bathe once in a while.

I'm sorry.

You are a sewer.

[music]

- Okay, hold it.

Move just a
little to the right.

Great, hold it.

Beautiful.

That's it,
hold it.

Let me get
another one.

All right, tilt your
head up a little bit.

Great, hold it.

Got it, beautiful.

A photographer?

I should've
been a movie star.

But I don't want to
make it on my looks.

[doorbell buzzes]
Come in, it's open.

The king
is at work.

- My daughter Susan has an
appointment with you, Mr. Ramer.

- Susan?
Susan Potter.

Hello, Susan.

Do you always carry your
mother along for protection?

Call me Jerry, but my
friends call me the king.

You turn me on.

We can do
great things together.

- We came here to take
pictures, not make out.

- I intend to put little Susan
on the cover of a dozen magazines.

I can do a lot
for your daughter.

- That's not a lot.

She's going
to be a star.

She's still
a good girl.

- That intrigues me.

I'm mad
for good girls.

- We came here
to take pictures.

- Yes, the king must
photograph this lovely girl.

Have her take
all her clothes off.

- Okay.

If I have to take off all my
clothes for my career, I will.

- No!
- No?

- My daughter does
not pose in the nude.

It won't help her
career at this point.

- I don't want to
photograph her nude.

I want to look.

It'll help me later
when I shoot her with clothes on.

- Just what
do you want?

- Want?
- Exactly.

- I couldn't discuss
it in front of Susan.

- I know
what he wants.

Let's discuss
it privately.

- In my
little office.

- Wait.

- My private quarters.

A beautiful person does not
need beautiful surroundings.

- Talk business.

- I can do a lot
for your daughter.

- My daughter is worth more
than whatever a photographer

can do for her.

- I've got a lot of
valuable connections.

- How are they
gonna help Susan?

- I'll bring her
to the right people.

A lot of very
important producers

go out of their way to
associate with me.

- You're not getting Susan
for a mere introduction.

If you could come up with
a guarantee, a contract,

you could own her.

She'd be
your slave.

- I'll get her a
dozen contracts.

- One good
one is enough.

- A contract
with Ross Miller.

Ross Miller.

Ross adores me.

- Get her a contract with Miller and
you can play your games with Susan.

- I must see
her body first.

- Why?

- Because Miller
would insist.

He'd want
photographs.

He's in New York now,
but he'd only act on pictures.

- If he wants to have
Susan posed in the nude,

let him
tell me that.

- Mr. Miller is
a very busy man.

- I won't have her do it
unless I'm sure it's legit.

- If I get a
letter from him.

- A letter would do,
but I keep the negatives.

- But if, if
I get cheated,

if Miller signs her,

I'll never
get to touch her.

What kind of
contract do I get?

- I'll give you an
advance payment:

my body.

I'll be your slave now,
and then later, you own Susan.

- Then obey
me, slave.

Undress.

- Oh, mama.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama.

[moans]

- Oh, this is fine, but
let's get down to business.

IhavenT
got all day.

- I'm not impotent when
it comes to normal sex.

- I believe you.

You're not impotent.

Now, get off.

- I'm just tired.

That's it. I'm tired.

- Okay, so
you're tired.

Maybe you're
not impotent,

but you've got very
little to be potent with.

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

[phone rings]

- Who is it?
- Mr. Miller,

this is King Ramer,
the photographer.

I have a young
girl you'd flip over.

- Listen, garbage.

The only thing I'd be
interested in is your funeral.

- Mr. Miller, please.

I have a new girl who will
knock you out of your mind.

- Listen, freak.
Sluts are a dime a dozen.

Send her over
and I'll take a look.

- This is
something special.

A beauty.

We have to make a different
deal on this one, Mr. Miller.

- What kind
of special deal?

Why, you're one
of the worst pimps.

Why don't you try taking pictures
for a living instead of procuring?

Do you know how to
put film into a camera yet?

- I am a
great photographer.

- You're a
great freak.

- Just a minute,
Mr. Miller.

Listen, this girl is
young and a virgin.

Her mother is willing to sell her
into virtual slavery for a film contract.

- Send her over.

- I can't do
it like that.

I was going to shoot
some nudes of her,

but her mother wants
an okay from you.

- I'll have my office
draw off a letter.

What's her name?

- Susan Potter.

- Come over tonight.

I'll have
a letter for you.

She better
be good, punk.

- She'll be good,
Mr. Miller.

You'll be satisfied.

- Don't sit
down, punk.

You'll stink
up the chair.

- Don't you have
any respect for me?

- No.

You're just
a panderer.

- I'm a
photographer.

- When was the last time that
you got paid for taking a picture?

- I don't get much work
because everybody's jealous of me.

Editors,
advertising agencies.

They can't stand
the sight of superior talent.

- Superior talent.

Just look at you.

Here's a
letter for nudes.

I'm doing a
production in Europe.

I hope this Susan
Potter's really worth it.

- I think she's
worth it, boss.

- Don't call
me boss.

Call me boss
once more,

and I'll
exterminate you.

I don't have
trash working for me.

- I think
she's a virgin.

- I like
that idea.

I don't think I've
ever had a virgin before.

- I uh, I need some money
for an investment in the studio.

They're going to
turn my lights off.

- Get lost.

I'll take care of you
after I take care of Susan Potter.

- Please.

Please.

- Get lost.

- Please.

I'm gonna
be evicted!

- Come on, punk.

Bark.

Bark like a dog.

[Ramer barking]

[rotary dial whirring]

- Hello, Mrs. Potter.

This is
King Ramer.

I've got
the letter.

Susan is on
her way to stardom.

She'll be here
in a second, beautiful.

I contrive the ruin
of another innocent.

[buzzing]

- Walk right in.
It's open.

Great.
Don't say a word.

Fix your hair
and we'll start.

Did the letter meet
with your approval?

- Yes. I checked
with Mr. Miller's office.

The deal's legitimate.

- Good. Sit down. Now, don't make
the king nervous while he works.

- Where should
Ichange?

Change?

Change into what?

- Well, where should
I take my clothes off?

- Now, disrobe here.

Now, exactly as I direct,
you know, what exactly means?

- Yes. I know
what exactly means.

- Shut up. Little girls should
be seen and not heard.

Now, first take
your shoes off.

Put them
on the chair.

Now, unbutton
your blouse.

Now, take it
off completely.

Now, turn
to the side.

That's it!
Hold it.

Now, turn
to the other side.

Now, place the blouse
on the back of the chair.

Neatly.

Yes. Now, take
off your skirt.

Slowly, very slowly.

- Slowly, Susan.

Do as he says.

- Now, place
it on the chair.

Now, take off
your bra.

No, don't hide
anything from me.

Slowly.

- Everybody
happy now?

- You're not
finished yet.

Now, turn
to the other side.

Okay, that's great.

Hold that there.

Beautiful. Now,

turn around
completely, face me.

On the stool.

Okay, remove
the rest.

Good.

Now, cup your
breasts in your hand.

- No!

- Good.

You're fantastically
beautiful.

You're perfection.

- Behave, Ramer.

The little boy
doesn't want a spanking.

- Now, the king must
take some more pictures.

Try something like this.

Yeah.
No, that's good.

That's good. Great.

Great, got it.

Now, let's
see here.

Yeah oh yeah.
Try something like this.

Ahh, that's great.
That's great.

Okay, let me
get this.

Okay, hold it
that way.

Okay,

got it.

Hold it right there.

This should
be terrific.

Hold it!

Got it.

Okay, just
one more.

Now, face me,
look into that light.

Okay, that's good.
Perfect.

Beautiful.

Hold it.

Got it.

Great.

Well, I'm
finished.

Susan did
a great job.

I'm sure you'll hear
from Mr. Miller shortly.

I'm sure Susan
will get the contract.

- How soon
will he call?

- Shortly.

Now, please join Susan
in the dressing room.

- You keep your dirty
freak hands off Susan.

From this
moment on,

I own her.

- Mr. Miller.
Mr. Miller, please.

- The deal's on.

Everything is
in order.

Are there
any questions?

- Everything's in order.

The lawyers
saw to that.

- Now,
I own Susan.

Body and soul.

I like to
own things.

-She's yours to do
with as you please.

- Call her.

Now, it's
my time

for enjoyment.

- Susan.

- Yes, mother?

- Mr. Miller and I have
finished our business talk.

Everything
is settled.

You will be nice to him
and do exactly as he asks.

- Yes, mother.

- Come here,
young lady.

Susan,

I'm a man
with a man's passion.

Please come back.

- Don't keep
your bargain.

You're both
a bunch of sluts.

I was supposed to get Susan
too, and I don't even get thanks!

- Discuss it
with Ross.

- Sure.
That would be a laugh.

It's between us.

- I'll call him.

- No.
He'll kill me.

- Keep your dirty
hands off Susan.

From this moment
on, I own her.

- Mr. Miller.
Mr. Miller, please.

Please, please.
Mr. Miller.

- Mr. Miller, please.
- I own her.

- You two argue.

I have a date
with Mr. Miller.

- So early?

- We have things
to talk about.

- You're a little early
this morning, Susan.

Come on in.

- I have something
to tell you.

No matter how
we first met,

I think
I love you.

What's wrong?

- Nobody...

Nobody ever said
that to me before.

Even after the
lousy way that we met?

- Then take me away from
all the rotten people in my life.

- Where in the hell
have you been, young lady?

He's short and ugly
and he's a slob.

- Then later,
you own Susan.

- You're going on
a date with Mr. Smith.

[music]

- An absolutely
beautiful body.

[music]

- I can't take
time with you today.

I've got an
important appointment.

- You can't
do this to me.

You can't take my daughter
away and then throw me out.

If it weren't for me,
you wouldn't have had her,

you disgusting slob.

- Susan and I
are getting married.

She doesn't want
anything more to do with you.

- Married?

- Yes, married.

And he's gonna
make me a star,

a big star.

You can read
about it in the papers.

You can even tell
everyone you're my mother,

but don't come
within a hundred miles of me.

- You can't
do this to me!

I'm your mother.

- Do you really want to
stay and be my manager?

- It's my place.

- Then take off
all your clothes,

crawl over here
and kiss my foot.

It's for the good of
your career, mother.

[typewriter clacking]

- Hey, Jack.
Pick up line four.

There's a call from uh,
Ross Miller, publicity department.

- Come on, that Ross Miller's
promoting another starlet

and wants us to put her on the
cover of the Sunday supplement.

Yeah?
Susan Potter?

Yes, I'll be glad to do a story
on when she makes a picture.

When she makes a picture.
[receiver clatters]

Ross Miller's starlets are here
today and unheard of tomorrow.

[music]

- Can I get you some
coffee, Mr. Rachman?

- Okay.

Roll the Susan
Potter screen test.

- Mark it.
Flat. Over.

- This is Ross Miller Productions'
Susan Potter screen test.

Scene 27,
take one, sound 42.

- It's about time
you showed up, George.

I thought you
forgot about me.

- Me?
Forget about you?

I've been out earning some money
so I can buy you some goodies.

- Stealing is
more like it.

When did you
earn a nickel?

- I happen to have
a couple of big deals going.

Big deals.

- All right.
Camera's rolling.

- Okay, ready for
that screen test.

Put in the slate, please.
- Ah, slate it, please.

Let's get it in there.
Stick it in.

- Susan Potter
screen test.

- Okay, quiet
on the set.

Action.

- Professor Carlton,
I brought you my term paper.

- In that dress?

- (Director) Could you
say the line over, please?

Just the line.

- In that dress?

- No, her line.

- I've--
[paper rustling]

- (Director) Cut!

- What is it?

- Action.

- Professor Carlton,
I brought you my term paper.

- In that dress?

- (Director) You wanna uh,
face me, please, for a moment?

Thank you, dear.

Okay, cut.

Please.

- Speed.

- All right. Action.

- Professor Carlton,
I brought you my term paper.

- (Director) Cut!
Okay, dear. Come in.

- Professor Carlton,
I brought you my term paper.

- In that dress?

- Action, dear.

- Hello, Judy?

I tried the dress on
the professor today.

I think it worked.

Yeah, he invited me up to his
apartment for some private tutoring.

- (Director) Uh, Susan, you say,
"I think it worked too much", please.

You're not trying to get
the professor to go to bed with you.

- Yeah.
- You say, "I think it worked too much."

He surprised you
by inviting you up.

- Okay. Alright.
- Try that line again.

- I think it
worked too much.

Well, he invited me up to his
apartment for some private tutoring.

- (Director) Very good,
Susan.

Cut.

Action.

- Where did Ross Miller
find this zombie?

Some body but you'll
never get her to act.

Look, Harvey,
this isn't 1941.

I'm not developing any more
movie czars' mistresses for them.

That went
out with TV.

Harvey,

I get $500,000
a picture.

I don't need Ross Miller,
and I don't owe him any favors.

He's not
my friend.

I don't direct any starlet tests,
and I don't direct people I can't use.

I don't feel I owe
anything to Ross Miller.

[receiver bangs]

- Uh, you should take
Mr. Miller's good judgment

in choosing people
to work in pictures.

I mean, uh this
girl has a lot of potential.

- Come in,
beautiful.

I can't promise you very
much, I'm not 21 any longer.

- I'd like
to talk to you.

- Talk with me?

Is that all you want to
do, Susan Potter?

- Oh, one doesn't play
games with Boris Rachman,

the famous director.

- Boris Rachman, though not a
teenager, still likes to play games,

but Boris doesn't like
to be thought naive.

I've been in this business
many years, and in that time,

shall we say, many fine bodies
have passed under the bridge,

or to be more
explicit, the director.

I used to appreciate
those little gifts, those bribes,

but now I think
the whole idea stinks.

Interesting,

but at this point
I don't want to be obligated.

- You don't appeal to me,
but your attitude does.

Who trained you?
Miller?

- My mother.

- Now, that
intrigues me.

- Let me tell
you about her.

- I've got
a better idea.

- What?

- Undress me.

- Lazy.

- Like it?
- Extremely.

All the more because I'm
taking something from Ross Miller.

- From the
nose to the toes.

- I know.

- Oh, no,
don't stop.

You're the devil's
own messenger.

P Don't try to
lead me in despair. P

P You say
you love me, P

P but I know
you don't care, P

P Devil in disguise, P

P mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

P Don't ever tell me
that you need me, P

P You only use
me to deceive me, P

P Devil in disguise, P

P mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

P There'll come a day
when I will leave you, P

P You'll find your way
though it will grieve you, P

P Devil in disguise, P

P mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

P Mother love. P

P Mother love. P

P Don't try to
lead me in despair. P

P You say
you love me, P

P but I know
you don't care, P

P Devil in disguise, P

P mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

P Don't ever tell me
that you need me, P

P You only use
me to deceive me, P

P Devil in disguise, P

P mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

- Carol, was there any
calls while I was out?

No, huh?

Well, at least, I see they finally
corrected the copy on the last piece

I did.

Yeah.

Yeah, I was wrong
about Susan Potter.

Boris Rachman is starring
her in a film with Don Cass.

Yes, we'll do a story on it,
but with a different angle.

I'll think of one.

Don't think for me.

Carol, look up a Potter
in the phone book.

She's a theatrical
agent and manager.

That ought to be a good
angle for a Sunday piece.

She's Susan
Potter's mother.

Mama makes
daughter a star.

Now don't throw up.

- Now don't be nervous
about taking your clothes off,

even for men.

I made my daughter a star,
and I can do the same for you,

if you do
exactly as I say.

- Exactly.
P Mother in my eyes, P

P mother love. P

P Mother love. P

P Mother love. P