All language subtitles for Snapshot.1979.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

- Angela!

Angela!

Angela, Angela!

- Please.

- No, let me go!

Let go of me!

Let go! Let go!

Let go!

Let go of me!

Let go!

Oh, let go.

- Miss.

Photographic
section and arson squad

already notified, arrived 6:19 pm.

Uniformed officer Steve
barn, regarding scene,

stated the death
had been certified.

Observations from the floor.

No shoe prints revealed.

A charred can of solvent
clearly lying on its side

with the lid off nine
feet from the body.

Four feet to measure.

Smashed window.

Garments, ashen to black.

Body completely charred.

Blackened, one gallon container.

Film from camera.

Sergeant krale from
homicide squad informed.

Were taken for processing
at forensics laboratory.

- Thank you.

- Glad you could make it.

I hope we haven't
dragged you out of bed.

- Sorry, Mr. Plushay.

- Beg yours?

- I said, I'm sorry Mr. Plushay.

- My godfather, you look
like the dog's dinner.

This is a hair dressing
salon, not a fish cannery.

Oh god, I don't know why I bother.

Oh, Mrs. Stover, we weren't
expecting you until...

- I'm running early,
can you take me now?

- Uh, well.

I'm afraid you'll
have to wait until...

- Listen, pumpkin,
I've got better things

to do than sit around here all day.

Maybe I should take
my business elsewhere.

- Well, perhaps I could do you.

- I want Angela.

- Mrs. Bailey is busy
with another client.

- Then why don't you take
over the other client

and that will leave
Angela free to do me.

- No, I'm afraid that's impossible.

- Well?

- Yes, you could stand
a bit of a touch up.

- That's for sure, but
don't change the subject.

- Oh, I don't know, Madeline.

- Oh what's to lose, this?

- Perhaps if I just layer
this bit back here a little.

- Angela, my
hair's fine, just fine.

Let's go see linsey now.

Believe me, he'll be able
to put your mind at ease.

How about it?

- I don't look
anything like a model.

- Oh, you're an authority, are you?

- I'm flat chested.

- Oh sugar, tits went
out with jayne Mansfield.

Linsey does
advertising, classy stuff.

- But it's easy for you.

You always look so, well, classy.

- What are you a car accident?

Oh come on, Angela, let go.

Grab the devil by the tail.

I thought you were
saving to go overseas.

How much have you saved? Hm?

- 237 dollars.

- That much, eh?

- I can only bank whatever

I can keep away
from mom, othennise.

- Sweetheart, you need cash,
lots of it and quickly.

- How much does this linsey pay?

- More than 237 dollars, lash out.

- Well, I couldn't
possibly get away today.

- You can if you want.

- I can't.

- Oh yes, you can.

- How?

- Mr. Pluckett?

- It's plushay.

- Pluckett like bucket,
right Mr. Pluckett?

- Is there some
problem, Mrs. Stover?

- Yes, Angela would like
an hour or so off work.

Oh, in fact, make that
the rest of the day.

- Perhaps she
needn't return at all.

- Splendid.

- Madeline!

- Will you keep your voice down?

- She'll talk how
she damn well likes,

you pathetic faggot.

- Well, it takes one to know one

doesn't it, Mrs. Stover?

- You only live once, ang.

You've gotta reach
out and grab life

by the short and curlies.

- Easy for you to say.

- Come on, stop
putting yourself down.

You listen to the wrong people.

Your mother's always
telling you you're plain.

Your boss tells you you're stupid.

Your boyfriend
tells you you're frigid

and you believe every word of it.

Shove off, creep!

- Well, I haven't got a boyfriend.

Anymore.

- Good.

- But who'd attack her?

- Exactly.

- Does she live here?

- She and linsey
and Peter and Wendy.

Depends on who's
in town, it varies.

- It must get confusing.

- Exactly.

Knock, knock.

- Nail Polish.

- Ah, what colour?

- Uh, placenta.

- How about fire engine red?

- Yeah.

- I've brought a friend.

- Shit.

- What?

- Oh no.

No, no, that's fine.

It's fine, it's fine, it's
fine, it's fine, it's great!

- Pleased to meet you.

- I thought you might
be able to use her.

She has an interesting
face, don't you think?

- Great.

- Her name is Angela.

- |'|| buy it.

- What sort of an ad is this?

- Oh, this isn't an ad.

This is art.

- Didn't we do a deodorant
commercial together?

- I don't think we've uh...

- That's all right, mad.

Mad, it's all right.

I've worked with her before.

Everything is all right.

- But...

- Shh.

Well, is there anything
coming up you can use her for?

- Yes, fine.

- Well, what exactly is it?

- Oh, you've heard of still life?

Well, this is still death.

Linsey's preparing an exhibition.

- Oh great, but what I meant was

what exactly is coming up?

- Oh, a job, of course.

Isn't it?

- Right.

- What'd I tell you.

- Wait a minute, though, what job?

- Who cares?

The great linsey wants you, sugar.

Right?

- Right?

- Pardon?

- You do want to use Angela
as a model for an ad?

- Ah, yes, great!

Great!

- Oh linsey, the poor girl
is going to think you're mad.

- Mm-hm!

Everything's gonna
be all right, maddy.

Everything is gonna be all
right, absolutely perfect.

- Thank you.

But I think I'd better tell you,

I've never done an
ad before in my life.

In fact, I'm not even a
model, I'm a hairdresser.

- Good, good.

I'll pick you up at 8:30
tomorrow morning.

- Uh.

9:00? It doesn't matter.

- No, but what's the ad for?

- Cologne.

Uh, I'll pick you up
at nine o'clock then.

What's your address?

- Oh, I live with my mom.

I think I'd better meet you here.

- All right meet you here

and then I'll drive
you down in the car.

- Down where?

- To the beach.

- We're gonna shoot
an ad on the beach?

In the middle of winter?

- Well, that's advertising, sugar.

Winter campaigns are shot in summer

and summer campaigns
are shot in winter.

- Well, what do I wear?

Definitely not!

What's wrong with it?

If there's
nothing wrong with it,

why didn't he tell me?

- Linsey? It probably
didn't occur to him.

- Oh, sure.

- Angela, linsey's probably

the top advertising
photographer in this country

and he wants to do you.

Who cares what you wear?

- I care!

My mother will certainly care.

And it's what I won't be
wearing that bothers me.

- You're being ridiculous,
linsey's a professional.

- Madeline, the man takes
photos of dead mice.

- Think of the opportunity.

- Definitely not.

- Then think of the money.

- No way!

How much?

- One.

- 100 dollars for one day's work?

- Dear, sweet Angela.

One thousand dollars
for one half day's work.

- You're kidding.

- Double rates for nude work, ang.

- I'll think about it.

Drive, drive!

- What?

- Just drive.

- Boyfriend?

- Ex-boyfriend.

- Mr. Whippy?

- It's a long story.

- Why don't you want to see him?

- Because he just
won't leave me alone.

He'll wanna talk then
he'll end up crying

and pleading and
telling me he loves me.

He's sick.

- He's also following us.

Do you want me to lose him?

- Can you?

- What did he want?

- He said he's gonna
knock the shit outta you.

- Becky!

- Though, I wouldn't
blame him if he did

the way you treat him.

- What would you know?

- I like him.

He's the best boyfriend
you've ever had.

Mom thinks so, too.

- He's a creep.

- He wants me to tell
mom to make you ring him.

- Don't you dare.

- Well, why shouldn't I?

You think you're such hot stuff.

Where'd you go today when you
shoulda been at the salon?

- To see about a job.

And if you breathe a word to mom,

I'll tell her you smoke.

- Who'd hire you?

- You'd be
surprised, little sister.

- Yeah that's it.

Come on, let's go.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Madeline, this is ridiculous.

- Linsey knows what he's doing.

He can't fly the whole
crew to Bermuda, can he?

Don't worry.

- Easy for you to say.

- We all had to start
somewhere, sugar.

- I shoulda been at
work two hours ago.

Oh god, what if my mom finds out?

Are you sure linsey isn't
gonna shoot my face?

- Believe me, no one's
gonna recognise your face.

- Well why should I trust a man

who photographs dead mice?

Ang!

- Break a leg, ang.

- What am I doing?

- Do what I do, sweetie.

Close your eyes and
think of 1,000 dollars.

J“ Angela j'

j“ you thought it over j'

j' but your eyes
still show the fears j“

j' hide the tears j“

j“ drifting away j'

j' don't know where you go away j“

j' will it turn out the way
they said it would be I

j'Angela, have you gone j“

j“ too far this time j'

j' Angela, it's too late j'

j' to change your mind I

I you feel the cool shock j'

j' you've gone and done it j“

j' though you never thought you
could for all those years j'

j“ look at you now I

j“ suddenly seen I

j' in a role you've never played,
where you've never been j“

j'Angela, have you gone j“

j“ too far this time j'

j' Angela, it's too late j'

j' to change your mind I

j“ Angela j'

j' is it real j'

j' Angela, what's happened to you j'

j“ Angela j“

J“ now that it's done,
no turning back j“

j“ you're on your own j“

j“aworld is changing j“

j“ suddenly now j“

j“ the doors are closed behind you j“

j“ do you know what you've done j“

j“ and does it feel j“

j“ how does it feel j“

j“ to feel the cool shock j“

j“Angela, have you gone j“

j“ too far this time j“

j“ Angela, it's too late j“

j“ to change your mind j“

j“ Angela j“

j“ is it real j“

j“ Angela, what's happened to you j“

j“ Angela j“

j“ don't get the snapshot j“

j“Angela, have you gone j“

j“ too far this time j“

j“ Angela, it's too late j“

j“ to change your mind j“

j“ Angela j“

j“ is it real j“

- Where is it?

That's fine.

Good.

Great!

- What do you do for a living?

- I'm a model.

- Oh, what do you model?

- Mainly goosebumps.

- Ha, ha, ha.

- And what do you do?

- Solicitor.

- Oh!

And what do you solicit?

- Are you into modelling full-time?

- Actually, I'm just a hairdresser.

- Aw, well.

- Are you still a solicitor?

- I prize myself.

- Deliveries.

- Well.

- Let's fly, Angela.

Your mother will be frantic.

- You're not wrong.

- How are you getting home?

- What's it to you, phallus-face?

- I was talking to Angela.

- I was watching.

You had your hand up her dress.

- I was offering her a job.

- Stick your job
up your butt, Jack.

Take it easy, George.

- It's Roger.

- Do you like women
touching you, John? Huh?

Do you like pretty women
putting their hand there, huh?

J“ and they called him j“

j“ big balls that have dough j“

- but he was just
offering me a job.

- But why? What's in it for him?

And what does he want from you?

Ask yourself that.

- Don't be silly.

- Thanks.

Do I look drunk or anything?

- No.

- I'm really sorry
about your car, mad.

- Like I said, sugar,
you've got to be careful.

The world's full of strange people.

- Well.

- Well.

- What are you doing here?

- To see you.

- I'm locked out.

- Your mom's
disappointed in you, Angie.

- She's bolted the door.

- Try and see it from
her point of view.

- You've been talking
to her, haven't you?

Daryl.

Why can't you just let go?

- You're my girl, Angie.

I love you.

Where are you gonna go?

She won't let you in.

Don't go, please don't go.

Jusl

don't go.

- What lady?

- You know what lady.

- Right.

- Aye.

- Just a friend, Daryl.

- Must be a pretty good friend, eh?

Your mom reckons...

- Oh look, why don't you
fall in love with my mother?

You seem to hit it off so well.

- That's sick.

- You and mom and
little miss goody-goody.

- Oh, so now it's
Becky's fault too, is it?

Everybody's to blame except Angela.

My god, you've changed.

- Good.

Fine.

- You turning queer or
something, is that it?

It would explain a few things.

- Daryl.

-Angela, I saw you kissing her.

- Who?

- That lady.

- You're crazy.

- I saw you, Angie.

- Well, I suppose there's
no use hiding any longer.

I must be going queer.

- Oh.

Angela.

- Why do you keep bugging me?

Everybody keeps bugging me.

- We were lovers.

- We had two screws, love
had nothing to do with it.

- You coulda fooled me.

- That's right, Daryl.

- Why are you trying
so hard to hurt me?

Hurt your mom?

Anybody who tries
to get close to you.

- I suppose I'm just dirt.

An ungrateful,
inconsiderate, teenage dyke.

I'd like to get out here, please.

- Four years we've
been going together.

Angie, I was part of the family.

- Look, would you mind
stopping so I could get out?

- You ever heard
of guppies, Angela?

Guppies are little fish.

We had some once, in a tank.

And if you put your hand
up against the glass,

real quick, a mother
guppy will eat her babies.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Hello?

Knock, knock.

- You wanna see something great?

- Yeah.

Listen, I'm really
sorry to turn up here

at four o'clock in the morning.

- Yeah, fine.

I knew this was great,

but this is something
else, this is beyond words.

- You see the thing is,
my mother's locked me out

and I was wondering if...

- Don't cheat.

- Anyway, I was wondering
if I might be able to.

If I might be able to
crash here for the night?

- Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Got you, my young animal.

Ready!

Ta-dum!

Huh?

- What exactly is it?

- It's Bermuda cool
lurching out of the sea,

stripped in montage,
technical stuff.

- Well, it's very...

Words fail me.

- I'm off to my bed.

You want to crash here tonight?

Boom, boom.

I'll clean it up properly
for you tomorrow.

- Oh, it's just for
tonight, really.

I've got to be at
work in four hours.

- Well, you can stay
as long as you like.

It's very casual here.

The chap who usually
lives here is in Bali.

- Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

- Right.

- It's been quite a day.

- Goodnight.

- Linsey?

Why do you take
photos of dead things?

- Are you really interested?

Well, I suppose primarily
because no one else does.

The entire spectrum
of dead fauna is mine.

I think I'm the only
bloke in the world

who is totally into
lifeless wildlife.

They stay where they're
put and they're very cheap.

- I don't know when
to take you seriously.

- It's a very serious
matter, death.

- Yeah.

- Nice to talk to
somebody who's interested.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Well, you've gotta learn

to look after yourself, ang.

Yeah, well I'm
still pretty marketable

at the moment, aren't I?

I suppose I have to
get a job eventually.

- No, I mean actually
look after yourself.

You know, pow, pst, bang.

A friend of mine got
on a train one night,

was raped between stations.

33 seconds, I timed it.

It was 33 seconds.

- Oh god, whatever
happened to foreplay?

- You see the trick is to get

a good, clean shot at the throat.

A lot of people
tell you the crotch.

But I think a good, clean king hit

right up the throat does
more permanent damage.

Anyway, you can
always do the balls later

once you've stunned the bastard.

Great.

- Oh god.

- It's not bad, linsey.

- Shit.

- What?

- Oh shit, linsey.

- What's the matter,
ang? It's terrific!

- You can see my face, look!

Linsey, you promised.

Look at that, plain as day.

Jesus, linsey.

You said you wouldn't show my face.

- Who's gonna recognise this?

- My mother will.

- Nobody will know it's
you unless you tell them.

- I could change my hair.

Wear sunglasses or something.

- Don't like it then?

- Oh, no, it's beautiful, linsey.

I'm sorry, Lilly's right.

Can I have this one?

- Yeah, sure.

- Now before you get
distracted, it's been a week.

You think you could feed the kitty?

You know, for food,
rent, everything else?

- Oh yeah, fine.

How much?

- Well if you can afford it,

the ones with money usually try

and carry the ones
that aren't so flush.

Say, 50?

J“ tell me, doctor, will ya j“

j“ what's the matter with me j“

j“ I think I musta gone and
caught a rare disease j“

j“ every time my baby
puts her hand in mine j“

j“ I get a funny feeling
running down my spine j“

j“ my hands and legs are shaking j“

j“ I start hallucinating j“

j“ my hips begin to quiver j“

j“ man, it's such a
strange sensation j“

j“ and I can't stop
rock and rolling j“

j“ oh yeah, you know j“

j“ I can't stop rock and rolling j“

j“ oh yeah, you know j“

j“ no, I'm living in a story j“

j“ oh yeah j“

j“ you know that I can't
stop rock and rolling j“

j“ oh yeah j“

j“ohnoj“

j“ you gotta help
me doctor, please j“

j“ I gotta find a cure today j“

j“and I'm impatient
sitting every time I go j“

j“ in the evening with my baby j“

j“ to a late night show j“

j“ tell me, doctor, will ya j“

j“ about this thing I caught j“

j“ your professional
opinion is my last resort j“

j“ it ain't tuberculosis j“

j“ or even some neurosis j“

j“ I'm counting on ya, doctor j“

j“ tell me, what's your diagnosis j“

j“ 'cause I can't
stop rock and rolling j“

j“ oh yeah j“

j“ohnoj“

j“ I can't stop rock and rolling j“

j“ oh yeah j“

j“ I don't know j“

j“ no, I'm living in a story j“

j“ oh yeah j“

j“ you know, I can't
stop rock and rolling j“

j“ oh yeah j“

j“ohnoj“

j“ you gotta help
me doctor, please j“

j“ I gotta find a cure today j“

j“ every evening about midnight j“

j“ I rock myself to bed j“

j“ I wake up in the morning j“

j“ as soon as early dawn j“

j“ with a boogie rhythm in my head j“

j“ well, my baby said she'd
give me just one more chance j“

j“ she told me I could j“

- I'm uh, terrible with names

but I've got an excellent
memory for faces.

You weren't in Bermuda
last month, were you?

- No.

- Now that's very odd.

For some reason I seem
to associate that face

with a tropical beach.

J“ now I can't stop
rock and rolling j“

j“ohnoj“

j“ oh yeah, yeah j“

j“ I can't stop rock and rolling j“

j“ohnoj“

j“ oh yeah j“

j“ I'm living in a story j“

j“ohnoj“

j“ oh yeah j“

- is this old relic
annoying you, sugar?

- Um, no.

- That's good, because he
annoys the hell out of me.

Angela, Elmer j. Stover.

- Charmed.

- Oh no!

You rat!

- I'm sorry.

But Madeline told me
how uneasy you were

with that photo and I
saw you sitting there

and I just couldn't resist it.

Forgive me?

- Of course, Mr. Stover, I.

- Elmer.

- Elmer, mad's told
me a lot about you.

- Likewise.

- Elmer, give me
your honest opinion,

can you really recognise
me in that photo?

- Hm, well it's hard to
tell with your clothes on.

Oh good lord, Angela.

Most models would sell their soul

to the devil for that
sort of recognition.

That's the name of
the game isn't, mad?

No seriously, honey.

Most beautiful young
women that I know

literally throw themselves
in front of my cameras.

Like lemmings dashing
into the north sea.

- Yeah, I suppose
it's silly worrying

about one, stupid
photo in one magazine.

-Ah, ha.

Whatever it may be, it
is not a stupid photo.

It's a dream.

It's gonna sell a lot of Cologne.

You must be in very great demand.

- Oh yes, the phone simply
hasn't stopped ringing.

Paris, London, Alaska.

- And a sense of humour.

Look, when the demographics
of this campaign

get back to the agencies,
you're gonna be hot stuff.

Hey, what are you doing Saturday?

Well, we've got a few friends
coming over for drinks.

Maybe even a barbecue,
weather permitting.

Say any time after 4:30?

- Why not?

- It's a date.

- Now you see them, now you don't.

That should keep the censors happy.

- Angela.

- Oh, sorry.

- So this is Angela?

- This is Mr. Boris
Spears from the agency.

- How do you do?

- Mr. Harold scutter

and Mr. Ron brown from
the Bermuda cool company.

- Oh yes, we met on the beach.

- This is the billboard
format, Angela.

- I'm gonna be on a billboard?

- More like 400 billboards.

- Uh, by the way, ang.

A package came
for you this afternoon.

- A package?

- Yes, it's in the kitchen.

- Gentlemen.

Gentlemen?

If we could just
come back down here.

- She's just leaving.

- Give it five minutes, okay.

- What's that about five minutes?

- Nothing.

- What's going on down there?

- Mom, what do you want?

- Your sister was
involved in an accident.

- What?

- The doctor said
she was very lucky.

She'll have her leg in
plaster for awhile, that's all

but it'll be a financial
strain and I thought,

as you've got this
wonderful new job,

I thought perhaps I
could depend on you

to pay back a little
money, that's all.

- Pay back?

- No, no.

It doesn't matter.

Becky and I don't
need that sort of money.

- What do you mean that sort?

- What exactly do you do?

- I told you, I'm
learning advertising.

- From the boy downstairs?

- Yes.

- Who conducts
meetings at 11:30 pm.

- Yes.

- And who pays you a
little, or well enough.

Was that what you said?

Enough to live in
somebody's attic, right?

- What are you getting at?

- No, no, just let me
get my facts straight.

I wouldn't want to have
misrepresent my little angel

like Becky and Daryl
have obviously done.

- Mom, what are you talking about?

- I am talking about
the 900 dollars

in that drawer!

- You went through my dresser?

- Well, I was looking for a
pencil and paper, that's all.

After three hours
of waiting for you

to come back from god knows where,

I thought I'd leave you a note.

- That's a lie!

You could have left a
message downstairs.

What else have you
been lying about?

Becky's accident?

- You ring northern
general hospital

and ask about that girl lying
on her back in casualty ward.

Then we'll see who the liar is.

How dare you!

How long did you
have to lie on your back

to earn more money than
I get in three months?

- Right.

Well, I'll show you then.

Since we're being so
honest with each other.

That's what the
little angel had to do.

There, that's Angela, mom.

Ugly, awkward, stupid Angela.

- Well, now I'm sure
I did the right thing.

I think there is
some justice in life

I could almost laugh.

And it's all been
made possible by you.

Or should I say, that.

Now remember, my angel,

when things start to go sour,

don't darken my doonnay ever.

- I'm surprised that
Madeline didn't ring you.

- Well, I'm not
exactly on the phone.

The party's off, is it?

- She had this job that
came up at the last minute.

Oh damn, I am sorry.

- Well, it's a little bit awkward.

I came by cab.

- Well look, I've got
a roast in the oven.

I insist you stay
and help me eat it.

- Oh no, really, I couldn't.

- Nonsense, you're just
being polite, I insist.

Now, bacardi and coke, wasn't it?

- What was the job?

- Beg yours?

- Madeline's job.

- Oh, kitty cakes.

- Pardon?

J“ feed your puss on kitty cakes. J“

j“ buy them now, for pussy's sake j“

j“ made from fish and liver too j“

j“ kitty cakes will make
them spew a mew j“

- oh you're kidding!

Poor Madeline.

And what are you
working on at the moment?

- Oh, just a little co
production deal with Paramount.

But let's not talk shop.

Tell me about you.

- Well, there's not
really much to tell.

- Nonsense, tell me
about your friends,

where you live, what
your ambitions are.

I want to know
everything about you.

- Something to do with
demographics, I don't know.

All I know is I'm broke
and the rent's due.

I'm thinking of trying to get
my old job back at the salon.

- Oh, what absolute twaddle.

A girl like you shouldn't
have to concern herself

with things like rent.

- Well.

- Madeline never mentioned
anything about this to me.

I had no idea you were available.

- Am I ever available.

- Well, I tell you what you do.

First thing on Monday you
grab a cab, my account.

You come to my office
and you ask for this man.

Mark free.

He's in casting.

- You're joking.

- I never joke about film.

Now, Mark will probably
want to run a few tests

and of course it's gonna approved

by David Blake in Los Angeles,
but after that, who knows?

- Well, that's great!

That's fantastic!

- Well, I wish I'd
known about it before.

- Look, I don't know
anything about acting.

- Did Monroe? Did grable?

Did anybody before
they gave it a try?

Look, you let me
be the judge of that.

- I don't know what to say.

- Well, say yes.

- Well, yes.

- Great, now we can celebrate.

Is champagne okay?

- Anything.

- I'll be right back.

- Oh, damn.

Hello?

Oh, Madeline.

Yeah?

Oh no!

Hey listen, Angela's here.

Yeah, but you said you'd ring her.

Yeah?

Yeah okay, baby.

Yeah, bye.

That was Madeline.

She's been held up at the studio.

She says they're going
to be there to all hours.

So, she suggests you stay the night

and she'll run you home
first thing in the morning.

- Oh, well I.

- She's up to here in kitty cakes.

And she says that
all she'll want to do

is to crawl into a hot bath.

- Well, yes, if it's
no inconvenience.

- Excellent.

Now we can get down
to serious matters.

- Hi.

Is Angela at home?

- What's wrong?

- Oh, just a wild, random thought.

- What?

- Well I was thinking, if
I get some still shots off

by special courier,

we could have Paramount's
answer by Monday.

- Well, what would that entail?

- Mm.

I suppose if it came
right down to it,

I could take a few shots myself.

- What, you mean here?

- Ah, it's a crazy idea.

- Well, what do you want me to do?

- I think it's right there.

Just move up towards the
end of the banner bit.

Mm-hm, muss up the hair a smidgen.

Let's pretend you're
somebody's mistress.

- Don't you need lights and things?

- Flash.

And perhaps the
dress off the shoulder.

Undo the top button, hm?

Very Sophia loren.

- Like that?

- Beautiful, now as you were.

And again.

And.

Lovely.

- Is that all?

- Very professional.

Now I think a couple
sans chemisette.

- Huh?

- Sans chemisette, it's French.

It means without
the blouse, literally.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I spend so much time working

with really experienced models, um.

Now how do we get out of this?

Ah.

Yes, that's very nice.

Just hold it there.

And now perhaps one with
the arm down a little.

Just a hint more breast.

That's beautiful.

Now smile.

And now I think one or
two just a bit brassier.

The hands on the hips, like that?

- Is Madeline really
coming home tonight?

- What's wrong, Angela?

- Is she?

- What on earth
are you insinuating?

- Thank you for a lovely evening.

- But you're not going, surely?

- It was a beautiful dinner.

- It's a pity you have
to leave so soon.

- Yes.

Please tell Madeline I'm
sorry to have missed her.

Goodnight.

- But.

How are you going to?

- Ah!
- Oh!

- Ha, you gave me a fright.

- I'm just going out.

- Listen, there's somebody
asleep up in my room.

- Well, I just wish
Peter's mates would find

somewhere else to crash.

- It isn't any of Peter's mates.

- Well then...

- I've gotta fly.

- But Wendy!

- Oh, by the way,
some guy came around

looking for you tonight.

- Who?

- Just some guy.

- Well, what'd he want?

- He had a bag of
stuff your mom sent.

- Was his name Daryl?

Drives an ice cream truck.

- Oh Jesus, I don't know.

I'm not the bloody
receptionist around here.

He was just a nice, average guy

and he just wanted
to drop this bag off.

- And you let him go up to my room?

- Look, I'm getting a little sick

of this my room, your room crap.

It wasn't like that
before you came.

- But did you see him leave?

Wendy!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hey.

- So you want to
bring the police in?

What do you think the
police are going to do?

- Daryl's sick!

- He and half a million
other people in town.

Sugar, linsey would freak
if you brought the cops in.

Anyway, what are they going to do?

They're going to say
you're inviting trouble

living in a place like that.

And then they'll
say, sorry, pumpkin,

but we've got more important things

to worry about then
hassle some nut who puts

pigs heads in people's beds.

And you know what,
ang, they'd be right.

- Well, what am I
gonna do, I'm broke.

- Go home.

- No.

- Look, why don't you let
me put you up for awhile?

- Were you working last night?

- Who told you that?

- Elmer, there was supposed
to be a barbecue, remember?

- Oh no, don't tell me.

He told you I'd
forgotten to ring, right?

- Yes.

- Invited you in for a drink

and told you about a
ridiculous movie deal?

- That's right.

- What am I going
to do with that child?

I have to watch him every minute.

By god, sugar, you didn't buy it?

- Well, at first, I don't know.

We had dinner and then...

- He made dinner?

That's a new one.

- He's done this before?

- Yeah, oh well, let
me explain about Elmer.

All he would have
wanted to do is take

a little peak at your titties.

That's all that would
have happened, right.

- More or less.

- Bastard.

Oh look, I'm awfully sorry, ang.

I suppose I should have
warned you, but believe me,

if you'd have made the slightest

sexualadvance
toward Elmer he would

have run for his life.

- Well.

No harm done, I suppose.

Somehow this isn't working
out quite how I planned.

- What isn't?

- Life.

- Beats the hell out of death.

- All I want to do was get away.

Lots of girls go overseas.

I mean, I'm not so different, am I?

- No.

- Naive?

Stupid?

- No more than the rest of us.

- Pretty, I must be pretty.

- Mm, you're adorable.

- Good body?

- Fantastic body.

- I mean, I'm practically famous.

- Damn right.

- The Bermuda cool girl.

- Right on.

- Then what am I doing here?

- Same as me, sugar.

Sitting here like a hooker waiting

for a million dollar trick.

Two French sows rooting
for the ultimate truffle.

Let's get out of here.

- I'm a bit nervous about
going back to linsey's.

- I'll keep you company.

- Would you?

- What are friends for?

- Shh.

- Wah!

- Shh!

You'll wake everybody up.

- You'll wake everybody up!

- Shh.

- In a Mr. Whippy Van?

Oh god.

God, you're worse than Elmer.

Mr. Whippy, caught with pants down.

And get your battery
powered popsicles.

God honey, how does
a 16 year old virgin

get mixed up with a 30
year old ice cream freak?

- Well for a start,
he wasn't 30 then.

He was only 27.

- Oh well.

Your mother condoned
this debauchery?

- What debauchery?

Listen, a date with Daryl consisted

of him coming over for
dinner and buttering

mom up for five
hours, falling asleep

in front of the television,

then I'd walk him out to the Van,

he'd stick his tongue in
my mouth and nighty-night.

- Ugh.

- Mom thought he was Christmas.

I mean it was more or
less taken for granted

that I'd someday
become Mrs. Whippy.

- Well, it sounds to me

as if he still hasn't
got the message, hun.

- Exactly.

Why do you think I
want to go overseas?

- Wasn't a very good
introduction to sex, was it?

- Awful.

-And you think
running away overseas

to god knows where
is going to help?

- Ever consider the problem
might be in your head?

- My head? I haven't got a problem.

- No.

- Nearly 20 years old and only
two quickies under your belt.

- I had a very strict upbringing.

- So did I, but I was
banging like a bunny

before I was out of
my first training bra.

Trouble is, it wasn't
until I was your age

that I discovered that I
was banging the wrong gong.

- Banging the wrong gong?

I've never heard that one before.

- Haven't you?

- What's it mean?

- You don't know?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- You can't even guess?

- Madeline.

- My dear, sweet, innocent Angela.

- Madeline, what are you doing?

- Do you think?

- Oh gosh, anyone would think
we were a couple of old dykes.

- Yup, well, I've got
a long drive home.

- Well, I'll walk you down.

- Oh, don't bother.

- Well, thanks for driving
me home and everything.

- Yeah, see you.

- She'll have to wait.

- Why me?

- Mr. Eliot apparently ran
into you on the dance floor.

He liked your head and
suggested you to the agency.

- Agency?

- Our clients.

They, in turn, looked
at your Bermuda cool ad

and want to use you.

You are available?

- Uh, yes.

- Immediately?

- How immediate?

- You'll be catching a flight
to Fiji tomorrow evening.

- Fiji!

- Oh, you don't have to worry
about passports and so forth.

We look after all that.

You see, they're in
the middle of shooting

their campaign and they need
a replacement immediately.

You could be there
up to a month or so.

- Who's this we
you're referring to?

- Our clients.

- Oh, I see.

- The standard deal is
1500 a week and expenses.

Is that suitable?

- Yes.

- Good.

Then we can count on you?

- I'm thinking of leaving.

- Cut!

Good, Brian.

Just two things.

Pausing.

Now the thing about pausing is

we have to see you...

- Hi.

- We're still friends.

- Well, I hope so.

But I've come to say goodbye.

I finally got the
chance to get away.

I'm gonna take it and run.

- Well, tell me about it.

- My solicitor friend
has business overseas.

He needs an assistant.

- An assistant what, sugar?

- It's a chance to get out.

- As long as you know the stakes.

What's his name?

- I asked no questions.

- When are you leaving?

- Tonight.

- Tonight?

Are you sure you're not trading in

the small hassles for big hassles?

- I've got to make my
own mistakes, mad.

And I want to make them in Fiji.

- Well, good luck to you.

You deserve it.

And if you're ever in a pinch,
you know you can count on me.

- Thanks.

- What about mama Mia?

- I'll send her a postcard.

Dear mom, drop dead.

- Mr. Whippy?

- Maybe get up enough courage
to blow his brains out.

- He'd blow your brains out if
he knew what you were up to.

- Yeah well, lucky for
me he doesn't know.

Well, I've got some packing to do.

Goodbye, mad.

- Take care, ang.

- Anybody home?

- Angela!

Roger eliot enterprises.

Mr. Eliot's office is
temporarily unattended.

If you wish to leave
a message please do so

when the tone sounds.

- Elmer stover.

Well, what's wrong?

Well, where is he now?

And what about the police?

Now look, Angela, hold it.

You just stay where
you are and I'll get

a taxi right to you.

You can come straight here.

Okay.

Now keep calm.

But if he comes anywhere near you,

scream your lungs out.

- Elmer!

Anybody here?

Elmer?

What are you gonna do?

- Take your photograph.

Properly this time.

- Then can I go?

- The blouse.

Blouse.

Now.

And the rest.

The rest.

You know, I've
always held the opinion

that most people, when
faced with the inevitable,

will do almost
anything to stay alive

for just one more minute.

The rest.

Now.

- Angela!

- No, no.

- Angela!

-Ah!

Ah, ah!

- Angela!

- Daryl!

Angela!

- I'm stuck!

Please help me!

- Help me, please, help me!

- Angela!

Angela!

Angela! Angela!

No, let me go!

Get off of me!

Let go!

Let go!

Let go of me!

Let go, no!

Oh, let go.

- Miss.

- Where?

- Just overseas.

- Angie, wait a minute.

- I can't wait, Daryl.

I've gotta get to the airport.

- What are you doing?

-Angie, listen to me.

A man has been killed.

- Let me go!

- But you just can't walk away.

- I can! I can!

Let me go, Daryl, I've gotta hurry.

- I'm afraid I can't
let you do that.

- Can't let me?

Who do you think
you are, my father?

I don't take orders from you.

I don't even like you.

- Well no, please, wait.

- I can't wait.

Now just go.

- What's got into you?

- What's got into me?

You go around putting pigs
heads in people's beds.

And you wanna know
what's got into me?

- Pigs heads?

Angie look, I admit I've
done some pretty crazy things

but I don't know anything about.

- Better hurry if we're
going to catch our plane.

- You.