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Mom?

Mommy, it's me.

I'm in Hollywood.

I made it.

I'm finally here.

Can you believe it?

I'm gonna make it, mom.

I'm gonna be a star.

Don't laugh, yes, a star.

Mom?

Mom, are you there?

Listen, in seven days,

you're gonna be hearing the sound of an airplane,

my own private airplane,

to be picking you up to my movie premiere.

I'll be famous, in all the papers.

My very own movie.

Mom?

Mom?

The lights will be shining so bright.

I'm home.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Do I know you?

'Cause she look really familiar.

- I don't know.

You tell me.

- No, guess not, sorry.

- Well, you will.

- Well, how can I help you?

- Chantal?

- Oh, well, how can I help you, Chantal?

- Yes, um, I would like to purchase a room.

- Purchase? - Mm-hm.

- For the night?

- For the week.

- Oh, for the week.

And will this be cash or charge?

- Cash, s'il vous plaît.

- Oh, merci.

4k.

- 4ks.

Yes, fine.

There you are, Mr. Man.

- 4k.

- Yeah, 4k.

Are you blind?

Key, please.

- You're sweet.

- Look, don't fast talk me, buddy boy.

Just give me the passport to my suite, if you please.

Not funny.

- Fuckin' has nothing to do with comedy.

- Key, please, trash man.

- Fuck you, whore.

- I'd like to see the manager.

- I am the manager.

- Oh, well, there's plenty of other hotels in this town.

Goodnight.

- Wait.

Actress, I'm trying to help you.

- I don't need any help.

Au revoir.

- We'll meet again.

- I am Chantal and I am one in a million.

- You are Chantal

and you are one and another million Chantal's.

Welcome to la.

- How can a girl get so low?

- Shit!

You never saw me.

- Bitch!

- Oh, don't hurt me, don't hurt me.

- I wouldn't dream of it.

I just want my money.

- What money?

- The money you just screwed me out of, a hundred bucks.

Now pay up.

- A hundred bucks?

Oh god, that's all the money I have in the world.

- I was once as beautiful as you.

- But how?

You're a whore.

- Um, evening.

I'm Chantal.

- I am,

Pablo.

Day,

week,

or month?

- Day,

week,

or month?

- Uh, week, please.

- 200.

- $200?

- For the week or the street?

You have a choice.

- Okay.

100.

120.

121,

122.

122.

- Actress?

- Yeah.

- Put your bag on the table.

Open your bag.

Four.

- Four what?

- Four nights in exchange for your bag.

- No, everything I own is in this bag.

Okay.

- And the 100.

You may remove two articles from your bag.

Not the pink ones!

- What?

- Not the pink ones!

- You do want me.

You all want me.

Want a movie star.

And I am, a star.

I am Chantal.

- Hello, I'm Chantal,

and I've come here to Hollywood to be a movie star.

I'd like to meet with the head of the studio, please.

I'm Chantal.

- Sorry, I don't have any Chantal's.

- Chantal.

- You have no appointment.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Please, please, please.

I've come from so far and I've just,

I've always had this dream that I'm gonna come here

and that I'm gonna make it in Hollywood.

And I just know I'm gonna make it.

Nothing can stop me.

- Maybe I can't help you.

Here, give this note to the guy in the next building.

His name is John.

I'll give him a call.

Let him know you're on your way.

- Yes, my first Hollywood audition!

I knew it!

I just knew I was gonna make it!

I knew it, yes!

How can I thank you?

Thanks, that was nice.

- You Chantal?

No, bye.

- Huh, you got everything I need.

Ass, tits. - What?

- You got a letter from me?

Ah, slight one.

I'm impressed, got brains.

Come inside.

I can fix you up with a nice dress.

- You can?

- Yeah, I got a lot of nice dresses inside.

- Huh, well, I also have quite a selection of, I mean,

all my fancy dresses are back at the hotel in my suite.

- Oh, suite, nice.

Fancy dresses suit a fancy girl like you.

- Oh, you think I'm fancy?

- It's obvious.

You deserve the best.

- I do?

- Of course, Chantal.

- Yeah, I guess I do.

- Okay, come inside.

- Okay.

- Step up to my office.

- I'm an actress and this is a strip club.

- This is just where we hold our auditions.

- It, it is.

- Sure, auditions.

Just wanna see what you can do.

- Really?

- Of course.

Step up to my office.

- And then I'll audition for you?

- Of course. - Okay.

Shakespearean, or-

- no talking.

I just wanna see how you move.

- You mean like dancing?

- Something like that.

- Well, what about all my monologues?

I mean, you can name any shakespearean play

or any scene from an old movie.

- Save that for later.

Right now I just wanna see how you move.

- And then I can talk?

- We'll see.

- Okay.

- See anything you like?

- Well, these are all,

I mean, this is swimwear.

- Dress swimwear.

- Oh, well he gave me this letter.

Are you John?

- I'm John.

Now, let's see you move.

- Well, let her understand the audition requirements first.

Let her read the letter, John.

- All right, ray.

Read your letter, Chantal.

- Dance and fuck.

Ass, ray, pussy, John.

Yours forever.

- Now find something, put it on and let's see you dance.

- And that's it?

- Can't you read?

- Dance. - And then fuck.

Ass, mine.

- Puss. - Yours.

- Yummy, yummy.

And then maybe,

maybe we'll listen to one of your monologues.

- Well, what do you say?

- Okay.

Thank you.

Okay,

thanks.

- Nice choice.

- That's the one I would've picked for you.

- No, no, no.

You wanna ruin all our fun?

- Dress in the hallway, come back in.

We'll be in here waiting for you.

- Okay.

Oh, okay.

- Jingle jangle.

- Spare change?

Coinage, you dumb bitch.

- What?

- You ugly and deaf, whore?

Got any money?

- No.

- Fuck me.

A fine skanky dish rag whore like you with no cash?

Don't bullshit me.

You look like you turned 20 tricks this week.

You smell like cash and pussy.

Now cough up some of that coinage for daddy.

- I don't know who you are and what you're talking about.

- Fucking bitch!

- No, no, no!

- Get outta here before I sick the police on your ass.

- Fuck you, fucking lesbos!

You ain't seen the last of me.

I got eyes.

Schools out, whores!

- Oh god, I'll never make it in Hollywood now.

Look at me.

- Hey, don't cry.

Please don't cry.

- I just wanna do good.

I wanna do good and make my mother proud of me.

- Aw, you have a mother back home.

That's sweet.

Wish I had that.

- It's no use.

I made such a fool on myself.

- Aw.

- I can't even get into a studio.

- Well, well, who's your agent?

- What's an agent?

- Well, he's a jerk that gets you into a room full of jerks

so that if you're lucky, you get to see the head jerk.

- You're funny.

Are you an actress?

- Yeah, I live in this town.

- Oh, so you mean everybody here is an actress?

- Where are you from?

- Does it show that bad?

- Yeah, you are a mess.

What's your picture look like?

- I need pictures?

- Well, yeah.

How do you think you get seen around here?

- Well, I don't know.

I just saw this movie about a girl who comes to Hollywood

and... okay, okay, okay.

It's a good thing you met me.

Listen, my roommate's a photographer.

She does head shots.

- Head shots?

- Yeah, pictures for actors.

- Really?

- Why would I lie?

Listen, where you staying?

- Um, I'm staying downtown.

- Okay well, I'll give you my address and uh,

why don't you come by tomorrow, late afternoon,

and we'll set something up.

- Oh, but what about my dress?

It's all tore up now.

- Oh, don't worry about that.

You won't need any clothes.

- What do you mean?

- Don't worry, we'll fix you up.

Everything will be great.

You'll see.

- I don't have any money.

- We'll work around that.

This town's all about helping people.

I'll do you a favor and maybe one day you'll do me a favor.

- Thank you.

- My name's Lisa.

- Lisa, I'm Chantal.

It's only my third day and I already met with two executives

and the hotel is really nice.

Oh, well I gotta go now, mom.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Love you, bye.

- Two more days.

- I know.

- You found it, Chantal!

Lisa, hi.

- Hi Chantal.

I'm so happy to see you.

- I thought your roommate was the photographer?

- Oh, she's teaching me.

- Oh, she's a her?

- Come on in.

- Okay.

Oh my god, is she okay?

- Chantal, this is my roommate, Victoria.

Victoria, Chantal.

- Hello.

- Do I make you wet, Chantal?

- Um, Lisa.

- Vic, she's here for a headshot.

- I do make you wet.

That, that's good.

You make me wet, too.

Feel.

- Victoria. - What?

- I'm doing a little shoot of my own right now,

but you're welcome to watch.

- Head shots?

- Not exactly.

Not bad.

Scene two.

Hollywood audition.

Next.

- Oh, I think that'd be me.

- Yeah, right.

See what you got.

Take the dress off.

- What?

- I need to see what you have.

What good you have before I send you out on auditions.

- Okay.

I'm sorry.

You want me to take it all the way down?

- All the way.

- Does she have to do that?

I'd rather she didn't do that.

Could you stop, please?

No, please.

Please no camera, please.

- Take the rest off.

Let me see the tits?

- No.

I don't think I can do this.

If I don't get this, I have to go home.

- It's your last chance.

- Please.

Please.

- Come on, give it to me.

- No, I don't think I can do this.

I'm sorry.

- Next.

You.

Sweet, innocent thing on the couch.

Get your ass over here.

Okay.

Baby.

Nice.

Hometown, apple pie, mama.

Now there's an actress.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

I forgot where I was for a second.

- Nothing to be sorry about.

I think you're ready for your pictures now.

Hey Lisa, fix her hair then be my bitch.

And uh, the rest of you uh, cunts,

get your checks and get out.

- I'm ready for my close up.

- Lose all of it.

- What?

But I thought it was just of my face anyway.

Lisa?

- I hope you don't mind, Chantal.

A favor for a favor, remember?

- Yeah, I do.

I get it.

- Then strip, you simple minded ho.

Remove your hands.

- What are you doing?

Don't do that.

No, no pictures, no.

No!

- Mom.

This is it, Chantal, your future.

No.

No.

No.

No, no, no.

Oh, you rotten, horrible person!

Where are you?

Why have you done this to me?!

Thieves and whores.

You thieves and whores!

- Remember me, ho bag?

- No!

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

You're still here.

You're still in Hollywood, Chantal.

You're still here, you're still here.

- You look like shit.

- Fuck you.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- Yeah, what?

- What?

What, what are you doing in my room?

- Hey, do I know you?

You look familiar.

- Huh? - Oh, wait a second.

- Hey, I don't know who you are,

but this is my room and I need to go to sleep!

Let me in.

- Look, I have a lease, all right?

I got a lease.

Not for a week, not for a day, for a month.

But if you got a hot friend

and you might want to reconsider lesbo porn star.

- Let me in, let me in, let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in, let me in.

Let me in.

- Piss off, baby, piss off.

All right, you movie star, piss off.

- There's some weird guy in my room.

- No guests are allowed after 10:00 pm.

- Well, what about all the stuff that was in my room?

What about my picture and my suitcase?

- They're out in the garbage.

Where you belong.

- Oh god.

Please, I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die out here.

Oh god.

- Oh my god, it's you.

- Please don't let me die out here.

- How can a girl get so low?

- What?

Who are you?

- Looks like the only friend in the world you've got.

- Where am I?

- Somewhere safe.

- Who, why are you doing this?

- Sometimes you're up, mostly you're down.

And you're lucky you caught me on a good night.

- Do I know you?

- No.

- Well then what do you want?

- Your help.

- What can I do?

I'm an actress.

- Perfect, I've got an acting job for you.

- Really?

- I work for an escort agency

that keeps old rich guys happy.

No fooling around, just dinners, movie premieres,

that sort of thing.

You just have to act like you like them.

- Movie premieres?

- Sure, and the money's good.

Who knows?

Maybe you'll even meet some old producer

that wants to make you a star.

- Really?

- Anything's possible in this city of hopes and dreams.

That's the temptation anyway.

That's why we stay.

- You're an actress?

- Actress, waitress, escort.

It's all the same.

- But why?

Why would you do this for me?

- I don't know.

I guess I'm stupid enough to kind of like ya.

Um, I have breakfast for you in the kitchen

and then you can nap for a few hours and then our date.

- We have a date already?

- Yep, tonight.

And he's a producer.

He wants two girls, so he's gotta be rich.

Anyway, the girl that I usually do my twofers with is sick.

So... so you want me to go?

- What do you say?

- Oh, how can I refuse?

Hey.

Well, what's your name?

- I'm Tracy.

- I'm Chantal.

So you think we'll go

to a movie premier tonight or something?

- Don't know.

- Why don't we take your car?

- Safer this way.

- What do you mean it's safer?

- In case we have to make a quick getaway.

It's harder to track us if we're on foot.

- Well, why would we need to get away?

- You never know.

- What?

- Look, these guys are old.

I mean, ancient, but they're still guys,

and like every other guy in the world,

all they wanna do is fuck.

- Fuck us?

Wait a minute,

you said we didn't have to do that type of thing.

- And we won't.

That's why I only ask for the old ones.

They're easy.

- All they wanna do

is have have some hot young chicks around

to remind them of when they were young and successful.

What's the matter?

- Look, I mean.

- What?

- I'm an actress, okay?

I don't wanna be doing this type of thing and I don't-

- Chantal, I've done this a hundred times.

We walk in, we take the cash, we go out to a club,

dinner, dancing, and at the end of the evening,

we give the guy a peck on the cheek and we're outta there.

- And that's it? - Sure.

- Well then how come every girl in the city

isn't doing this then?

- Sweetheart,

every girl alive is doing this in one form or another.

- God, why does everything have to be reduced

to sucking and fucking in this town?

I don't get it.

- Because ultimately in life,

everything gets reduced to sucking and fucking.

- Oh yeah?

Well, what about love?

- Woo, you're a hopeless dreamer.

Look at me, closely.

Look at my eyes.

How old are you?

- 20.

- I'm 21.

No lie.

This is the results of one year

of trying to make it as an actress in this town.

I'm you in one year.

Unless you stay close to me and maybe learn a few things.

Like how to stay safe, how to stay healthy.

- So you mean you and I could be a team?

- Sure, a team.

Why not?

So come on, let's make some fast cash,

have a few laughs and go home.

- You don't know everything, you know?

I mean, I know some things too, you know?

- Oh? - Yeah.

- And you are going to teach me?

- Maybe.

- What, like how not to lose my panties in a hayride?

- No, like maybe how to be a nicer person.

- Oh, I'm not a nice person?

Who gave you a bath this morning?

Who fed you?

- Well maybe there's more to it than that.

- Okay, great, great.

You teach me how to be nice.

I wouldn't have it any either way.

Chantal, what are you afraid of?

- I'm afraid of not making it as an actress.

I'm afraid of having to take stupid jobs

that I don't wanna do,

like telemarketing and waitressing and-

- or a whore? - I'm an actress.

I'm not a whore.

You're a whore!

Sorry.

- No, you're right.

I am a whore.

And worse than that,

I take revenge on people who fuck me over.

Even the stupid ones who don't see it coming.

- You don't scare me, Tracy.

- Chantal, where the fuck are you going?

I saved your ass.

- What are you so afraid of, Tracy?

- Dying here, alone.

- Okay, come on, let's do it, together.

- Here we go.

- This is it?

- Address matches.

- No, this feels really weird.

I, I should leave.

- He called for two girls,

and I don't know about you,

but I have to make this month's rent.

- I don't even have enough money for a bus to get home.

- Okay then.

- Come on, let's go.

This is weird.

- Just wait, okay?

Just wait.

Hey, come on, I bought you dinner.

Come on.

- You're the best they can send?

Okay, fuck it.

A story, my young lovelies.

As a young man, I liked to laugh and fuck.

I am no longer a young man.

I no longer laugh or fuck.

Now I like to watch.

Strip.

Am I speaking the English?

Strip?

- Wait a minute, I paid good money to be with this agency,

and I'm not here for that.

I'm just an escort.

- What, I'm gonna take you two whores

out for dinner and a movie?

Perhaps an ice cream soda afterwards.

Fuck you.

I only got a few years left, you stupid sluts.

So strip.

Where do you think you're going?

Do you two not understand?

You're supposed to make me hard.

Here in my pants.

Oh, I see how it is.

Business before pleasure.

Now strip, slowly, one at a time.

Blonde first, virgin after.

Honey, with tits like those,

you'll never starve in this town.

Now you, the virgin.

Hey, I'm paying, not her.

Smile at me, bitch.

You look better naked than in those hooker whore clothes on.

That's good.

So do it.

- What? - It.

You know, fucking, god damn it.

Do I have to draw you a fucking picture?

- I don't know how.

- Don't fuck with me.

You're a professional.

I hired you for a job.

Fuck her.

- You kissed me.

- Yeah.

- God, I must look like hell.

- No, you're beautiful.

- Chantal, are you falling for me?

Shit, let's go.

Slow down, piggy wiggy.

- I'm sorry, I'm so hungry.

- It's all right, you worked hard last night.

- That wasn't work, that was fun.

- Turning lesbian on me?

- No, of course not.

- Well, what then?

What?

- Nothing.

Just, you know, you felt really good.

God, I'm so embarrassed.

- I what?

- You felt like heaven.

Oh, did I say something wrong?

- No, no.

Quite the opposite actually.

Chantal, this can never work.

- Yes, I know.

This will never work.

- Chantal, I'm being serious.

I shouldn't have gotten you mixed up in all this.

Chantal, I can't be trusted.

Don't trust me.

Don't trust anyone.

- Hm, trust.

All right, in two days, you've washed me, fed me,

made love to me and you saved my life.

I don't trust you.

I don't, I don't trust you.

I don't trust you.

- Chantal, whatever secrets they tell you,

whatever advice they give you,

men, women, it doesn't matter.

Don't believe them.

It's all lies.

All of it.

They never come back, Chantal.

They never come back.

Chantal, I'm trying to help you here.

I'm a whore, Chantal.

- I know.

I don't care.

And anyway, it really isn't that different than acting.

- Don't say any more.

- Why?

- Because, I'm not what you think.

I'm leaving.

- What?

No, no, no, no, no.

You can't leave. - Chantal,

I made you some money, we had some laughs and that's it.

This, this isn't right.

You don't belong here.

I do.

I mean, I can, I can live anywhere.

You can't.

And if you're gonna live on the streets,

you might as well live in la.

You know, there's no snow, there's no,

do you remember the first time we met?

- Yeah, you saved my life.

- No, no, that wasn't the first time we met.

You caught me giving head to some guy in an alley.

I held a knife to your throat.

I wanted to kill you.

Do you remember that?

- I don't care.

- Oh god.

- All I know is that I love you, Tracy.

I do.

I can't do it by myself.

I can't.

I can't do it if it's just me.

I'm not enough.

I need you, Tracy.

Anyway, what good would any of this be if I didn't have you?

You're the first person that's ever even cared for me.

Protected me.

I don't even have anywhere else to go.

Please.

I don't wanna die alone here either.

Come on, don't throw this away.

Please.

I'll be anything.

I'll even be a whore, I'll do anything.

Just please,

believe in me.

Just tell me that you believe in me.

- You're not a whore, Chantal.

You're not even an actress.

You're an angel.

Here's your cut.

Good luck, Chantal.

- Good evening.

- Good evening, do I know you?

- I don't know, you tell me.

- Oh, of course.

I remember now, the movie star.

- That's me.

- Well, how can I help you.

- Chantal.

- Well, how can I help you, Chantal?

- Yes, um, one room.

Your very best for one night.

- Celebrating?

- Hm, maybe.

- Is it gonna be cash or credit?

- Cash, s'il vous plait.

- Merci, $1,000.

- Okay, $1,000.

That's one night's pay for me.

Here you go. Mr. Man.

- Is this some kind of joke?

- No.

No, no, no.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- I wasn't expecting that to happen.

- It's okay, it's okay.

For you, madam, the honeymoon suite.

- Thank you.

- Get off me, you whore!

- What'd you do that for?

- 'Cause you gotta keep your whores in line.

- What?

Hey, but I slept with you.

We made love.

Why would you even say that?

I am an actress.

- An actress, really?

What have I seen you in?

Oh, cheap porno.

No, some slut magazines.

Nothing, because you are nothing.

- It's not true.

I am an actress.

I'm a star.

I'm an angel.

- Aw sweetie, you are an angel.

But it looked like your wings got a little scorched.

- I am an actress though.

- Really?

Where's your pictures, your head shots?

- Oh yeah.

I did that.

Yeah, she took them.

I just have to pick them up.

I know where she lives.

I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go get them right now.

I'm gonna go do that right now.

- Honey,

you're not going anywhere until you pay for this room.

$1,000, or, let's see,

that could be about 20 blow jobs, 15 ass fucks,

well, whatever my boys wanna do to you.

- No.

No, you wouldn't do this to me, Sam.

But you were so nice to me.

No.

No!

- Hey Nathan, give me James at the counter.

Jim?

Sam.

Yeah.

Hey listen, remember that favor I owe you?

Right.

Hey, shut the up over there.

I'm trying to talk on the phone.

A little common courtesy, si vous plait?

Oh yeah, we're having a little party here.

Oh, a sex party.

That's right.

Oh, it's payback time.

Roommate 817.

Got a nasty fucking slut in here.

Thinks she's an actress.

Yeah, not bad,

but you better get here soon before she's all plowed up.

Oh oh, and I almost forgot.

No, bring your interns.

Oh, I'm sure you owe 'em, you bastard.

How many?

16?

Ah, what the hell.

- You look like shit, Chantal.

We're busy, get out.

- Uh, Vic, I'm a little tied up.

Can you get Chantal's head shots?

- You're telling me?

- Just get her her fucking head shots!

- Yeah Vic, just give me my fucking head shots!

- Okay, okay, don't be so sensitive.

- Oh my god.

Oh, what have I done?

- You just killed her, you idiot.

Now get me outta these stocks.

- I need help.

- I'll help you.

Just get me out.

- My mom.

I'm gonna call my mom.

- Chantal, get over here.

- Mommy.

Yeah, it's me.

I know I haven't called in a few days.

I've been busy being an actress.

What?

Oh, you're right.

It is the seventh day.

And you know what, mom?

I made it.

I'm famous.

You'll see my name in all the papers.

And you wanna know what else, mommy?

You're gonna hear the sound of an airplane.

My very own private airplane because I'm a movie star

and I'll fly you out here for my premiere,

my very own movie premiere,

and the lights will be shining so bright.

The lights will be shining so bright.

Yeah.

- You have no mother.

You have no one.

You're nobody.

- But you're dead.

I killed you.

- Blank pistol, a fake.

Just like everything else in the city.

- Welcome

to Victoria's fantasy lesbian playground.

The hottest website devoted to girl on girl action.

Visa and mastercard accepted.

- You're famous after all.

- You gotta get to the airport, Chantal.

Your mother will be very unhappy

if you're not there to greet her.

- Did you hear that, mom?

The sound of an airplane.

I made it.

I'm famous.

Did you read the papers?

I told you and you laughed, but I made it.

I am a star.

I am a star.

A star.

The lights will be shining so bright.

So bright.

- Chantal.

Chantal.

- Tracy, you came back.

You said they never, but you did.

I knew you'd come back.

Tracy, I love you.

- I love you too, Chantal.

- I love you.

- No!

- Mom?

Mom, it's me.

Yeah, I made it.

I'm in Hollywood.

I'm gonna be a star!