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Get Julius on the phone.

The sponsor's got an issue
with sharing the page.

Eugene.

Yeah, uh,
I'm supposed to meet Julius.

I'm Anne Kellan, the editor.
You won't be meeting him.

He said on the phone that, um...

We won't be publishing these.

You have a child overdosing,
an elderly woman being bashed

and this,

a girl either being sexually
assaulted or prostituting herself.

I spoke to Julius and...

You're speaking with me.

This is voyeurism
and exploitation.

You waited and you photographed
people at their most vulnerable,

clearly from a hidden
vantage point.

Where I come from, this stuff happens
every day. I... I didn't cause it.

No. You waited in your hiding spot
like a stalker for it to happen.

I want to speak to Julius.

Don't ever come back here.

Don't you ever send us
anything again.

Gene.

Gene.

G... Gene.

Gene.

Gene.

I can't bloody breathe, mate.

That tank is good
for another week.

It's not working.

It's working properly.

It's not bloody working.

Dad, if you just... If you just calm down,
you'll have more than enough for tonight.

We'll... I'll get you
another one tomorrow.

I can't bloody breathe, mate.

Oh, I need your help.

Let me check the tube.

Get out! And don't touch that,
for God's sake!

It's keeping me alive,
you bastard. Go away.

I need to check the tube
to see if it's pumping air.

I need more oxygen.
I wish you'd bloody understand.

He needs to stop doing this.

Eugene, you have to make him
stop doing this.

Halt.-.

Give me that arm. Arm.-.

Oh, shit.

What is your emergency?
Police, fire, or ambulance?

Police.

- Where is your emergency?
- 69 Rose Street.

And what is your emergency?

I... I think they're running a...
An illegal brothel out of there.

What makes you think that?

There... There are these men, they...
They took teenage girls and they...

They looked like
they were drugged.

Look, just send a car around.

Welcome to Slipstream,
Caitlin speaking.

How may I help you?

Hello.
Um, my name is Eugene Millard.

I'd like to
speak to Julius, please.

I'll see if he's available.

What is the reason
for your call?

I've sent in some photographs.

Sorry, he's in a meeting.
Can I take a message?

Uh, I did want to speak
to Julius.

He said that there was a good chance
that you would publish my photos.

I can put you
through to our editor.

No!

- Hello.
- Hello.

Yes, my name is Eugene Millard.

Uh, I wanted to speak to Julius,
please.

He's busy. Perhaps I can help.

Uh, yes, um, Julius did say that
there was a... A good chance

that my photos
would be published.

What was your name again?

Eugene...

Millard.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello, Eugene.

Hello. Yes.

I found your file.

Uh, yes. Uh...

Like I said, I...
I did speak with Julius.

I'm reading Anne's notes.

This is so rude, voyeurism.

I mean, if you're going to be
a street photographer,

they're not gonna pose for you,
are they?

- Hello.
- Okay.

They're good.

They are?

They're confronting.

That seems to be the consensus.

Um, I'm sorry,
I didn't get your name.

I'm sorry. Polly.

Oh, Polly.

Uh, yes, uh, Julius did say
that he might publish them.

I'll be honest with you.

Anne's basically a feminist
on crack.

Reading through her notes again
and what she's written here,

the bit about
rubbing people's noses in it,

well, from what I can see,
I sort of agree.

There's no way in
for the viewer.

If there's some hope to... To go with
that, a contrast for the griminess.

Eugene?

I think I might have something.

Really?

You know, we can meet.

Can you get to the graveyard?

Funky little bar in St. Kilda.
Meet me tomorrow at 5:00 p.m.

Eugene?

Polly.

So, you are the man
who took these?

Yeah.

Well, they're very good.

Look, I spoke with Julius and he
was keen but with reservations.

And, unfortunately, for you,
there's Anne, the gatekeeper of art.

I'm not the first guy
to take pictures like this.

No. No, you're not.

So, why take them?

That's what it's like there.

Well, what...
Why stay there if it's so bad?

I look after my dad.

He's sick.

Look, lady, sometimes in life,
you just look around

and wonder how the hell
did I get here.

You've heard of Caroline Doyle?

That, uh, 24-hour news channel.

We were friends from primary
school to journalism school,

now she's on TV
five nights a week

and I am an assistant
to an art director

who's five years
younger than me,

and that's being generous.

Do you have the other image?

Uh...

Do you know her?

No.

Why her?

I don't know.

See, you have to work
on your spiel.

The Annes of the world
are gonna attack you,

call you a stalker,
or I don't know, whatever.

I didn't stalk anybody.

Every shot I've ever taken would had
happened whether I'd had taken it or not.

Well, did you stalk her?

No.

She just seems like someone
you'd want to save.

See, that's good.

And she is a way
in for the viewer.

Can you get more images?

- Yeah.
- You don't sound very confident.

No. No.

I... I can get more.

Okay,
this is what we're gonna do.

More images,
innocence lost, black and white,

doing the... Yeah.

And you and me need to meet with Julius.

Cheers!

So much for the bloody cops.

Now, listen, my little Cherie, I'm taking
you to hospital so they can fix the face.

Don't give me any more trouble.

And next time, we beat you and
then no one want to fuck you.

Then you know
what's happened, right?

Get in the van.

Now, get in.

No.

You better not be here
for more oxygen.

Did... Did somebody bring in a...
A teenage girl with a bruised face?

Excuse me?

Um, I think she's being kept
prisoner.

I have no idea what you're talking about.
You should leave.

His...
His van is parked out the front.

Look, if we ask questions,
we're going to lose our licenses, okay?

There is a doctor here
I've never seen before,

no paperwork, no records,
someone connected up, let it go.

I need to see a doctor.

No, you don't.

I'm having a heart attack.

I need to see a doctor right away.

Sit.

The doctor will be here shortly.

Don't go snooping around.

I'll kill her myself.

Hey.

Hey.

Come on.

Hey!

He'll kill you.

He's going to kill her.

What's going on?

We have to evacuate.

Get her out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey!

Stop.

Look, I live near here.

We can hide there.

Why you have photo?

Uh, magazine, Slipstream.

They are going to publish
my photos.

With... With me?

Yeah.

- Tomorrow, we can go to the police.
- No, I'm illegal.

But you're a victim of a crime.

I escape before, go to police,

they deport me to immigration,
but I not deport.

I don't understand.

Daddy owns your police,
immigration.

He just take me back.

Who... is this Daddy?

I never meet.

He's boss, the czar.

- But if you just disappeared...
- I'm illegal.

No one gives shit.

Here.

I smoke?

His breathing.

This photo in paper...

Shh!

This photo in paper, magazine,
you took that?

Daddy can find me.

It would be like clue.

Gene.

Gene.

Gene.

Gene, mate.

I've done it again, mate.

I made the bloody disgrace,
I know.

Give us a hand, man. Come on,
I got to get to the bloody bathroom.

Oh, Gene.

Oh, come on.

- Give us a hand.
- Just get up.

Take one arm, mate.

Oh, my God!

Oh!

Sorry, mate..

Oi, you alright?

Oh, oh, Come On, Come
on. Come on.

Take these pants off.

Oh, mate.

- You do the undies mate.
- Oh, jeez!

Okay.

You have a problem. I go.

No, wait, wait, wait.

The magazine, it...

I'm meeting with them tomorrow, come
with me. It'd be safer than staying here.

Do you make money off this?

Yeah, hopefully,
it gets sold at exhibitions.

Then what?

Put him in a home.

Get out of this shithole.

Okay.

What then?

Well, what do you mean?

Your dad die, maybe soon.

Then you leave anyway.
Why take photo of bad thing?

Pretty.

Clean country, eh?

What country are you from?

Not one you want to photo.

I heard they called you Cherie.

Josephine.

Jo.

Jo is man's name.

Josephine.

Josephine.

I give a shit.

And if we can get this photo...

to this magazine,

someone else will give a shit.

Who taught you English?

My mother,
part French.

Where is she?

Don't ask.

Sorry.

Your father, what is his name?

William.

And your mother?

She died.

How?

Giving birth.

And from X-Files.

What?

I learn.

The show?

You learned English
from the show?

It's a good show.

Uh, hi.

This is Josephine.

Jo, Polly.

Don't call me Jo.

Come in.

I'm sorry.
I know I shouldn't have...

Ah, do you want to watch TV?
I have Galaxy.

We need to talk.

- I smoke?
- Uh, no.

I not smoke.

When I said bring more
photos, I didn't mean bring your muse.

They were holding her prisoner,
selling her for sex.

Oh, my God!
This just gets better all the time.

Eugene, Julius wants your photos.
He wants to meet you.

Wait,
why did you bring her here?

- Why didn't you go to the police?
- She's already tried that.

The pimp just got her back.

He must have police and immigration
officials on his payroll.

And there's no way we're gonna get our photos
published with a heat like that on them.

How badly do you want this?

- Badly enough.
- Enough?

Yeah, I want it obviously.

Okay, then we're gonna keep this
a secret for now.

Ah, hello.

- Hello.
- Hey.

Julius, Eugene,
you meet at last.

Um, Anne insisted on being here.

- You said you would handle her.
- I know.

She just wants to ask
a few follow-up questions.

I mean, she's the editor, Polly.

Alright, Eugene come on through.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Eugene, come on through, mate.

Come on. Um, I believe you guys
know each other.

Alright.

Eugene,

let me start off by saying that these images
are as impressive as they are confronting.

At most I believe they fit in
with Slipstream's target audience,

there are a few issues.

See, I don't make
all the decisions myself.

Sponsors, artists, and, indeed, my co-workers
all have a say in the final product.

Now, having said that,
if these images were published,

what primarily would you want
to get out of it?

Just to leave.

To... To leave... Leave.

What...
You mean your neighborhood?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

Yeah, he looks after his father
who is elderly and sick

and he wants to put him
in a home.

You didn't ask him that,
did you?

Eugene, I'm a mother.

I'd like to know why you took
these photographs at all.

I saw it happening.

I took 'em.

People don't have to look
at them if they don't want to.

Who is this girl?

I don't know.

Is she underage?

I think so.

You think so?

Anne, they're street photos.
Do you want him to ask for ID?

Mm-Hm. Street,
they're not on the street.

Really, hmm?

I can't see that, can you?

Um...

What was she doing
when you photographed her?

Uh, who cares
what she was doing?

I am wondering
why she isn't getting screwed

or OD'ing
like everyone else you shoot.

Where I live,
that's all there is.

Why her?

I'm trying to help her.

Excuse me?

What he means is, he's exposing a
reality that no one knows about.

Wait, wait, wait, Polly.
Is that what you mean, Eugene?

Yes, Eugene, are you helping her by
including her with your other smut?

- Hey!
- Hey, Anne, enough.

She's basically a child.

- They were selling her for sex.
- Oh, fuck!

I had to help her.

And how exactly
are you doing these?

She thinks that no one cares. And if she
was in this magazine, that might change.

Exactly!

Do you have her consent?

Well, legally,
we don't need her consent.

Can you see further
than your own nose?

People will ask,
"Who is this girl?

How does her family
feel about it?"

And we say, "Oh,
she's a 15-year-old hooker on the street.

It's all good."

If you're hypocritical enough
to bring morals into it,

it's ourselves who are having our
own moral positions challenged.

Oh, that is good. Now, that's good.
We can use that.

Eugene, we would need to meet her
and make sure she was on board if...

Oh, she's totally fine with it.

- Oh, okay.
- You're not serious about this?

Yeah, actually I am. Yeah.

Oh, sorry, Anne, if you wanted your
publicity served up on a silver platter.

Stop, stop, timeout.

This meeting's over, okay?

Eugene, I'm gonna confer
with my co-editors

and then we'll have a decision
pretty quick, okay?

Thank you so much for coming in,
very talented man.

Polly.

Anne, can you lock up, please?

I said a few follow-up questions,
not the whole bloody Spanish Inquisition.

Not one for sticking
to the plan, are you?

I hate to tell you,

but people who are a lot less nicer
will ask you the same questions.

- Hey, Gene, are you listening?
- Yeah.

From now on, just stick to
the plan, get more shots of her

and when you do your darkroom
magic, make her the centerpiece.

Okay. Um, I need to go home.

You tell Jo.

Perhaps, you better go back
inside and smooth things over.

Oh, no shit, Tonto!

Hey.

Daddy want to see you, huh.

What did Cherie tell you
about me?

Just that she's never met you and
that she heard you're a big criminal.

Do they know
you're filming them?

Well, they probably suspect it
by now.

Still we're all in this
together.

Which brings me to the salient point,
what do you want with my Cherie?

Photographs.

Photographs?

I take photos and I, um...
I took some of her and a magazine,

an art magazine,
they want to publish them.

Honestly, I wouldn't have believed any of
this bullshit unless it was really happening.

Where'd you get those?

I prefer video myself.

Where did you get those?

See, oxygen ran out.

We called ambulance,
but, uh, too late.

It's mercy killing.

That was four days
without water.

Do you think you can last
for that long?

If you kill her and me,

everyone will know.

People that have met with us,
they'll wonder where we are.

She won't be just another
m-missing hooker.

She will be just another
m-missing hooker

'cause she's just a fucking
hooker, mate.

They go missing all the time.

You've got other girls;
you don't need her.

You planning on making
any money out of these things?

Now, you see you can't be taking what I
make money off and using it for yourself.

It just isn't fair.

How much is she worth to you?

Five grand, ten?

Twenty?
Yeah, twenty sounds good.

I don't have $20,000.

Yeah, I think your photos
will sell for that much.

They gotta be published first and then...
And then they go to exhibition.

They get sold at exhibitions.

Eugene, isn't it?

I love you, mate.

You're very special.

I want 20 grand
by the end of the week.

I can't get that.

Here's a tip.

There's a little place I know,
it's called the Willow Brook.

It's a hotel.

Room 23 is the one we use
occasionally, isn't it, Mik?

Mm-Hm.

Perfect place for you and her
to make some money.

Now, I'm gonna be sending the boys
around same time next week to collect

and you better have that money or
you will both run out of water.

See you next week, huh?

Yeah. No, I understand, Julius,

but I still don't understand why
she had to be at the meeting.

It's between the three of us.

Look, I... I get that.

I know, but... Hang on.

How'd it go?

Great.

Um, sorry, that was...
That was Eugene.

Daddy found us.

- I must leave.
- No.

He will just find us again.

I had to do a deal with him.

Twenty thousand dollars
in one week for you.

You met Daddy?

Are you gonna get money?

I wish I never met you.

- I'm going.
- No. No.

He'll just catch you again
and...

Remember as I said before,
controversy sells.

- You're going to make a lot of money through Slipstream...
- Get it from them.

They'd wanna know why
and if I tell them about Daddy,

probably call the police and
they definitely wouldn't publish.

Photos.

Photos.

If we could just pay
this bastard off,

then you'd go in the magazine,
tell your story to the world.

See how powerful he is when...
When everyone knows who he is.

Daddy is czar.

You are a bummed-out man.

They killed my dad.

This prick even suggested
that I...

That I pimp you
to get the money.

Blonde, tell me about me today.

She ask I agree for photos
be in magazine.

She worse than you.

But still, I agree.

But now we go get money
for Daddy.

You a man before,
you want to win.

Now, you're just a bum.

You ask.

Will you do it?

Will you?

Okay, yeah.

Cash.

Room 23, please.

Hurry up.

You don't expect me to do this
just by myself.

You go first.

Take a breadstick.

What are you doing?

What do you have?

- Come on, come on.
- I got the cash, man, so...

- How much... How much you got?
- Yeah, you fucking give me everything you've got, man.

- You fucking give...
- How much have you got?

I got fucking 150.

That's all because she's fucking taken it.
She's been pissing me off so...

This will help.

I can't do this.

I do it, you do it.

Couldn't I just...
Couldn't I just wait outside the room?

No, I need protection.

You must be in here.

Okay, sometimes get sicko.

Now I yell, "Eugene, Eugene.
Help, help." Only that, nothing else.

You run in with bat, maybe hit
on legs, but not on the head.

Not on head, okay?

I can't watch you do this.

You already watch with camera.

But that's different.

So, watch with camera then.

Must have money, okay?

You're a man, good man,
but still a man.

- Like it hard?
- I prefer it hard.

I prefer it pretty hard.
You too?

- Yeah.
- Yeah? Maybe I can do something.

Sure.

Oh, yeah.

You fucking whore.

Getting fucked.
Is that what you like?

- Why didn't you let me stop it?
- I'm not in trouble.

Better me than normal people.

Don't show these photos
to Blonde, okay?

Why?

I would have stopped him,
you know.

Dodola.

Goddess.

Of rain,
and protect young girls.

From my mother.

In town, most beautiful girl
with flowers and leaves,

all the other girls go with her from
house to house singing to Dodola.

You were that girl?

No, I'm too ugly. I'm in chorus.

Why me?

Why photo me?

You're the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen in my life.

Dad, can I please have
chocolate ice cream?

Please, please.

I will eat my dinner.

I will.

- I promise, I will.
- I'll bring it back home.

But it will melt
if you bring it back home.

Please.

- Come on, Dad, please.
- Come on.

- They're not here.
- What?

The... The photos. They... They...
They're not in the next edition.

We talk to Blonde later.

We take money to Daddy now.

No.

No.

You wait here.

I'll take the money.

How did you get those?

The same way I get everything.

Those are interesting.

- It's all there.
- Certainly is.

Of all the freak shows I've ever
done, the weird shit to my girls,

you're the first one that has ever
wanted to show it to the world.

Money.

When you sold some slut
for $20,000

and all of a sudden, you have it worked
up, "Chronicler of the Oppressed."

I'm not like you.

You know what the difference between
prostitution and marriage is, don't you?

Hooker makes you pay
before the sex.

Some people think there's something
vaguely wrong in all this.

They can't quite put
their finger on what it is

because they're all in denial about the
fact that we're just fucking animals.

I think it's selling
teenage girls for sex.

Hmm.

Do you know that one of the sponsors
of Slipstream is owned by me?

What did you do?

Hmm.

You want to hone
my Cherie sunshine.

Even for art,
you're gonna have to pay for it.

I don't have any more money.

I'll take 50,000 every week
in rent.

I can't get that.

I know.

Mmm.

Oh.

What happened?

Now, he wants 50,000 in a week.

- We must escape.
- No.

You need to get on TV.

What?

Polly has a friend,
who hosts a TV show.

You need to go on
and tell her about Daddy.

How does this help?

We stick to the plan.

We expose Daddy by putting you
out there in the public.

You do this with me?

Mm... No.

You must do this with me.

Do you think that if people
see me, it's going to help?

You must come with me
and say I'm not whore.

She'll carve me up.

You'll be fine.
You're the victim.

You... You want your photos
on TV, but not you.

You gutless, standing in room
with camera while I fuck.

I'm going to take you with me.

I promise,
but this is the only way.

Tell them about Daddy, the house,
the police, the... The immigration,

but... But nothing else.

Whoa!

Whoop.

Hey, kids.

Wow, this dinner was meant
to be a celebration. Woo!

I'm sorry about the photos.

There was a problem
with a sponsor

and that was all that bitch Anne
needed to talk Julius out of it.

Basically, he said
they weren't worth the hassle.

I know it sounds sick,

but what we need is something
that he can't afford to ignore.

What about your friend
in the media?

If Caroline Doyle
wanted to interview you,

those photographs would have had
to have created a shit storm.

Wouldn't she do it
as a favor for a friend?

She's a TV star first.

Anyway, there's no story. Christ!
There's not even a magazine article.

There is a story, big one.

Go on.

You do it.

I have a choice now?

Polly will tell you
the same thing.

I can't be there.

Will you go on TV
and tell them about Daddy?

Now, when you meet her, she's gonna
do this whole caring and sharing routine,

trust me, she is the most ambitious
person you will ever meet.

Remember,
this is just an audition.

I only told her that you and Eugene
met through him photographing you,

nothing else.

Just stay on message,
this is all about Daddy.

If we get the network to get
Caro to do a story on this,

we can get exposures for the
photos, get it in the gallery,

make some money
and you can get citizenship.

Alright, let's do this.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's so good to see you.
Oh, um, this is her.

Josephine, you are beautiful,
even more so in color.

You've found yourself
in a strange world, haven't you?

Not my idea.

I'm sure it wasn't.

Josephine, I'm sorry for the way
the world has treated you,

but here, you can be
as open as you want.

- Okay.
- Okay.

And I'm sure that Polly
has explained

that before we can even consider
doing a proper interview,

we need consent
from a parent or guardian.

Oh, we can save that
for the interview.

Okay, what do we think? Couch?

Okay, Jo, can I get you to sit down
so the guys can set up the place?

Jo?

Jo.

Josephine.

I'm sorry. Josephine.

Where's Polly?

They go to TV studio.

How did it go?

Polly say maybe not use.

What did you say?

I try.

I told them about Daddy.

The hotel?

I... I say other things too
about you.

I didn't mean to.

I'm so sorry.

- It's on me.
- You had to make this work.

What exactly did you say?

This is not my fault.

Ugh!

Come on.

I suppose she told you that the
interview didn't go as planned.

Can you use it?

I doubt Caroline will ever speak
to me again.

It's game over, man.

What did Jo say?

Everything.

We're fucked, completely fucked.

We needed the money.

I know, and there was only one
way you could go through with it.

I get it.

It's not your fault, Gene,
it's your muse.

I'd like to see these photos.

I promised her
I wouldn't show anyone.

She's revealed everything
anyway.

I mean, does it really matter?

This is it.
This is exactly what we need.

No.

Remember what I said about
images that Julius can't ignore?

Daddy will block them.

Well, Slipstream, yes.

But if we take these to an exhibition,
the publicity will come to us.

You showing?

These are very good, Josephine.

You promised.

You made some promises, too.

You cannot show.

I'm not whore. You promised.

These images
are the last roll of the dice.

You could show others, not this.

- Do you want to know what she said?
- No, no. Please not.

They put me in house with other girls,
Asian, African, all illegal like me.

They give us drugs
and men come for sex.

I escape, go to police,
immigration, Daddy get me back.

And Daddy is still looking
for you now?

Yeah.

Then why
hasn't he recaptured you?

I saved by a man.

This...
This is the photographer?

It's right.

You said
that you were imprisoned.

What were the circumstances
of him photographing you?

He want to pay for photograph.

Personally, I have a lot of
trouble with a man paying a girl

in such vulnerable circumstances
as yours for photographs.

He... He's sicko.

A sicko?

And how did the man
that you just described

get you away from this
seemingly all-powerful criminal?

To get away from Daddy,
Eugene buy me.

Buy you?

Did you know about this?

Hell, no.

Daddy say, every week now,
Gene pay money for photo be in magazine.

How did he get the money
to buy you?

By whoring.

I need protection.
So, Eugene in next room with baseball bat.

He was watching you having sex?

To watch, he must photograph.

- Polly?
- He loves me.

He's a sicko, he loves me.

That not happen.

I not say that.

I mean, I say it, but...

Show the images.

Eugene, you...
You promised to take me away.

We need to get those photos out.

Not these, if you love me, no.

What, that I'm a sicko
and you're a whore?

I am not say that.

Sure you did.

We all know what this is.

Eugene, you're a good man.
You say I'm beautiful.

Gene.

You don't know me.

You don't know
what I have been through.

Blonde is not your friend.

I am friend.

I picked you because you looked
into the lens,

the whore who looked
into the lens,

my Josephine,

just a whore who looked
into my lens.

I whore for you.

You played me.

You had nothing.

These images are going out
and I am going to get mine.

Okay.

I go.

Maybe Daddy get me.

I am your friend.

I hope you get what you want.

Tonight is the beginning of you
getting the credit you deserve.

These photos take off, Julius
has promised to make me editor.

We can publish
anything you want.

I mean, there's no reason you
can't photograph other things.

You feel bad about it,
don't you?

You're not a bad man.

I mean, you tried to help her.

If anything,
she manipulated you.

Can't do it.

What?

No, I can't do it.

Um, keep driving.

Yeah, around the back.

Jules, yeah,
we're making a detour.

Um, yeah,
meet us around the back.

Yeah, left here.

Ah.

Polly.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Come on.
- You guys are late.

Come, Eugene.

How are you?

Come on.

Take a seat. Take a seat.

Alright, he stays here.
I'm gonna mingle a little bit first.

Is he okay? I mean,
he doesn't look that great.

- We're gonna have a Q&A but he's...
- No, he's fine.

Just remember,
no one speaks to him but me.

Well, it's okay.
No one knows who he is, do they, Polly?

Eugene.

Eugene.

I just want to let you know, I will defend
your right to show these images, okay?

So, the thing is,
when these images are published,

the people that we are gonna be
most confronted

are the ones that are facing
their own darkness, okay?

Just remember that
and you'll be...

Yeah, alright.

Just remember
that you need to stay, okay?

Okay, thanks.

As I said, I want nothing to do
with those images out there.

You get one look at this tape,
then I'm destroying the footage.

If either of you ever say
anything about this to anyone,

I will sue you for defamation.

And how did the man
that you just described

get you away from this
seemingly all-powerful criminal?

Jo.

Josephine,
you have nothing to be ashamed of.

I not say it.

What?

How did he do it?

I don't know.

Just tell her,
we need to move on.

I promise Eugene, I not say.

What did he do?

Kid, just tell her.
How bad could it be?

You know what, Polly,
I don't think we should continue.

She's fine.

Josephine, you need this.
We need this.

Just... just tell her.

To get away from Daddy,
Eugene buy me.

Buy you?

Did you know about this?

Hell, no!

Sweetheart, you've just put me in a
big time, you, ah, better explain.

Daddy say every week now,
Gene pay money for photo be in magazine.

How did he get the money
to buy you in the first place?

Well,
this has nothing to do with me.

I... I had no idea
what these two were up to.

I... I would have stopped it
immediately.

Now, you started this, explain.

How did he get
the money to buy you?

Tell her what you
and freak show cooked up.

By whoring.

You happy?

I need protection.

So, Eugene in next room
with baseball bat.

He was watching you having sex?

To watch, he must photograph.

Polly!

No, don't look at me.

She said it herself.
He is a sicko.

Don't say sicko.

Well, you warped little
freak, what would you call it?

He loves me.

He is a sicko, he loves me.

Why are you showing me this?

Why not show to Julius?

Because he doesn't care.

I've already had several people bid
for pieces, thousands of dollars.

Let's do this.

She'll sell
for more than 50 grand now.

Tonight is the first exhibition of
the photographer, Eugene Millard.

What are you doing?

Step forward.

The tape, you fixed it.

How could you do that to her?

For God sakes, did I take these?

I am not your whore.

Get out there now.

Where's Caroline Doyle?

Uh, she was here a minute ago.
I think she's left.

She wants to speak to you
about as much as I do.

I know how to find Daddy.

He might have Josephine and I
need Doyle's help.

Come with me.

I also need 50 grand
in a week for Josephine.

Get back up there, now.

I have waited my whole life
for this.

You are nothing,
nothing without me.

You're not human.

You don't even exist.

You're nothing, you hear me?

Anne.

Your photographs are selling.

Congratulations.

Doyle have found out
who Daddy is?

Yes, yes. She must be able to interview both
of you and you've got to tell her everything.

The network will do its own
investigation.

Okay.

You better get out of here.

He'll be here soon.

You don't even know if he's got her
or if he hasn't killed her already.

Then buy time for her death.

Everyone will take that
seriously.

Wait here for five minutes,
okay?

Don't move.

And, Anne, make sure
Jo gets all of my money.

Well, he's certainly
not a quitter.

Yeah, we need to end this.

You found a new source
of income.

Where is she?

How do you know she's not dead?

We had a deal.

Yeah, I reckon you've got
all the photos worth getting.

Are we still playing the game?

Search him.

He's clean.

Again.

Oh, piece of shit!

Like I said, he's clean.

When is this going to stop, huh?

Eh, good point.

Game over.

No wait, wait.
I want... I want sex.

I want sex with her.

Stop it. Stop.

Please, Daddy.
Let me do her just once.

It's my thing.

I want to watch it.

I can't help it.

Well, let's get the bitch
to Room 23 then.

What, are you coming too?

Well, it's been ages since I
starred in a live show, Mik.

Hello.

I get a tape, right?

Yeah, of course.

But you got to make it look
real good.

What do you mean?

Well, I don't want statutory
rape, I want real rape.

You're gonna split
that bitch in half.

You're gonna make a tape you're
never gonna want to show to anyone.

Now, get your clothes off.

Why?

Do what you're told, asshole.

Enjoy the ride.

You're a man now?

You are not man.

Get away!

Get away!

Get away!

Ah!

Stop it.

Ah!

No!

Stop it.

Get away!

Get away!

Stop it!

Fucking asshole!

You fucking asshole!

Help me, huh?

Fucking asshole.

Please stop.

Stop it.

Stop.

I promise
I'm gonna get you out of this.

The artist's source of
inspiration may be more than we are ready for.

He is worse than the men who
paid her for sex because he did nothing.

There's no artistic merit.

This is the
complete erosion of childhood.

How a teenage girl selling
herself for sex can be considered art?

How could she live like this?

It's going to be.

The work has intrinsic value

whether the creators themselves
are deviant

or whatever you want to call it
or not.

Absolutely revolting.

- My gosh.
- Where does it lead?

He should be
arrested for pimping her.

It's not so much the sexual, but more
the power, rubbing our noses in it.

I've seen the
photos on the net and I nearly puked.

I don't need a
church or a government or anyone else

to tell me how I should think.

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