Snapshot (1979) Movie Script
1
(respirators hissing)
(police radio chattering)
(sirens howling)
(tires screeching)
- Angela!
Angie!
(sobbing)
Angela!
Angela, no, let me go!
Let go of me, let go, let go!
Let go, let go of me!
(screaming)
(sobbing)
Let go of...
(police radio chattering)
(respirators hissing)
(flames crackling)
(fire extinguisher whooshing)
(respirators hissing)
(dramatic music)
(tense piano music)
(mumbling)
- [Investigator] A giant
can of solvent, (mumbles),
lying on its side
with the lid off,
nine feet from body.
Four feet to (mumbles).
(dramatic piano music)
(mumbles), some sort of blunt.
Body, completely charred.
(mumbles) film from camera,
Sergeant Crio from Homicide
Squad to be informed.
Tagged for processing (mumbles)
(poignant music)
(camera shutter clicking)
(traffic rumbling)
- Glad you could make it.
I hope we haven't
dragged you out of bed.
- Sorry Mr. Plichet.
- Beg yours?
- I said I'm sorry Mr. Plichet.
- My Godfather, you look
like the dog's dinner!
This is a hair dressing
salon not a fish cannery!
(sighing)
God I don't know why I bother!
(pleasant music)
(car horn honking)
(tires screeching)
(thumping)
(car horn honking)
(tense music)
Oh, Mrs. Stover, we
weren't expecting you.
- I'm running early,
can you take me now?
- Uh, well, I'm
afraid you'll have
to wait--
- 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.
- Uh, Miss 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?
- Well I'm afraid
that's impossible.
- Well?
- Yes, you could stand
a bit of a touch up.
- Mm, 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
is fine, just fine.
Let's go see Linsey
now, at least meet him,
he'll be able to put
your mind at ease.
How bout 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's go,
grab the devil by the tail!
I thought you were
saving to go overseas?
How much have you saved, hmm?
- $237.
- That much eh?
- I can only bank whatever
I can keep away from
Mum, otherwise...
- Sweetheart, you need cash,
lots of it, and quickly.
- How much does this Linsey pay?
- (chuckles) More
than $237, flush out.
- Well I couldn't
possibly get away today.
- You can if you want.
- I can't!
- Oh yes you can.
- How?
- Mr. Plackert?
- It's Plichey!
- Plackert's like bucket,
right Mr. Plackert?
- Some problem Mrs. Stover?
- Yes, Angela would like
an hour or so off work.
Or in fact make that
the rest of the day.
- Perhaps she needn't
return at all?
- Splendid.
- Madeline!
- Will you keep you voice down?
- She'll talk like she damn
will likes, you pathetic faggot!
- Well!
It takes one to know one
doesn't it, Mrs. Stover!
- You only live once Ang,
you've got to 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.
You're mother's always
telling you you're plain,
your boss tells
you you're stupid,
(car horn honking)
your boyfriend tells you
you're frigid, making you
believe every word of it.
Shove off, creep!
(sighing)
(poignant music)
- Well I haven't
got a boyfriend.
Anymore.
- Good.
(tense music)
- [Angela] But
who'd attack her?
- Exactly
- Did she live here?
- She and Lindsey,
and Peter, and Wendy,
it depends on who's
in town, it varies.
- It must get confusing.
- Exactly.
Knock knock!
- Nail polish!
- Oh, what color?
- Uh, placenta.
- How 'bout, uh,
fire engine red?
- Yes.
- I've brought a friend.
- Shit!
- What?
- Oh no, no no that's fine,
that's fine it's fine it's
fine it's fine it's fine
it's great!
Hi.
- Please to meet you!
- Uh, I thought you
might be able to use her,
she has an interesting
face don't you think?
- Great!
- Her name is Angela.
- I'll buy it.
- What sort of an ad's this?
- Oh this isn't an
ad, this is art.
(clicking)
- Didn't we do a deodorant
commercial together?
- Uh I don't think we've, uh--
- It's all right Mad,
Mad it's all right.
I've worked with her before,
everything is all right.
- But...
- Well is there anything
coming up you can use her for?
(clicking)
- Yes, fine.
- Well, what exactly is it?
- Uh, you've heard
of still life?
Exploratory still death.
Linsey is preparing
an exhibition.
- Wow great, but, what
I meant was, what,
what exactly is coming up?
- Oh a job of course.
Isn't it?
- Right.
- What I tell you?
- (laughs) Wait a
minute though, what job?
(Linsey chuckling)
- Who cares, the great
Linsey wants you, Sugar!
Right?
- Mmm?
- Right?
- Pardon?
- You do want to use Angela,
as a model for an ad?
- Ah yes, great, great!
- [Madeline] Oh
Linsey the poor girl
is going to think you're mad.
- Mmm-hmm...
Everything's going to
be all right Maddy.
Everything's gonna be all
right, absolutely, perfect.
- Thank you,
but I think I better tell you,
I've never done an
ad before in my life.
In fact I'm not even a
model, I'm a hair dresser.
- Good, good.
I'll pick you up at
- Uh...
- Nine, doesn't matter.
- No but, what's the ad for?
- Cologne (chuckles).
Eh, uh, I'll pick you
up at nine o'clock then,
what's the address?
- Oh I live with my mum, I
think I better meet you here.
- All right I'll 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?
- [Angela] If there's
nothing wrong with it,
why didn't he tell me?
- [Madeline] Linsey, probably didn't
occur to him.
- Oh sure.
- Angela, Linsey is 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!
It's what I won't be
wearing that bothers me!
- You're being ridiculous,
Linsey's a professional!
- [Angela] Madeline the man
takes photos of dead mice.
- [Madeline] Think
of the opportunity.
- [Angela] Definitely not.
- [Madeline] Then
think of the money.
- No way!
How much?
- One.
- One hundred dollars
for one day's work?
- Dear sweet Angela.
$1000 for 1/2 day's work.
- You're kidding.
- Double rates for
nudes work Ang.
(birds chirping)
- I'll think about it.
(tense music)
Drive, drive!
- What?
- Just drive, quickly!
(dramatic music)
(engine roaring)
(eerie tense music)
(engine rumbling)
- Boyfriend?
- Ex-boyfriend.
- Mr. Whippy?
- It's a long story.
- Why don't you want to see him?
- Well because he just
won't leave me alone,
he'll want to talk,
and 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?
(tense music)
(relaxing music)
(tense music)
(ice cream truck music)
("Greensleeves")
What did he want?
- He said he's gonna
beat the shit out of you.
- Becky!
- Well 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.
Mum thinks so too.
- He's a creep.
- He wants me to tell
Mum 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
should have been at salon?
- To see about a job.
And if you breath a word to
Mum I'll tell her you smoke!
- Who'd hire you?
- You'd be surprised,
little sister.
(cheerful music)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
- Yeah, that's it.
Light is good!
Morning.
- Morning.
- [Man] 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.
- Should have been at
work two hours ago!
(sighs) God, what if
my mother finds out?
You sure Linsey isn't
gonna shoot my face?
- [Madeline] Believe me, no
one's gonna recognize your face.
- Why should I trust a man
who photographs dead mice?
- [Woman] Ang!
- [Madeline] Break your leg Ang!
- What am I doing?
- [Madeline] Do
what I do sweetie,
close your eyes
and think of $1000.
(tense music)
(cheerful music)
(funky upbeat rock music)
Angela
You thought it over, but
your eyes still show the fear
Hide the tears
Drifting away, don't
know where you're going
Will it turn out the
way they said it would be
Angela have you gone
Too far this time
Angela, it's too late
To change your mind
You feel the cool shock
You've got it coming
Though you never thought
you could for all those years
Look at you now
Suddenly see
In a role you've never
played, where you've never been
Angela, have you gone
To far this time
Angela it's too late
To change your mi-ind
Angela, is it real
Angela what happened to you
Angela
Now that it's
done, no turning back
You're one your own
A world of strangers
Suddenly now
The doors have
closed behind you
Do you know what you've done
How does it feel,
how does it feel
To feel the cool shock
Angela, have you gone
Too far this time
Angela it's too late
To change your mi-ind
Angela, is it real
Angela what happened to you
Angela
You're in a snap-shot
Angela, have you gone
To far this time
Angela, it's too late
To change your mi-ind
Angela, is it real
(birds chirping)
- That's fine.
Fine.
Great!
(birds screeching)
Great!
(energetic disco music)
(patrons applauding)
(perky disco music)
- What do you do for a living?
- I'm a model.
- Oh, what do you model?
- Mainly goosebumps.
(laughing)
And what do you do?
- Solicitor.
- Oh.
And what do you solicit?
(laughing)
- You into modeling full time?
- Actually, I'm
just a hair dresser.
- Aw, well.
- Are you still a solicitor?
- (laughs) Priceless!
(mumbling)
- Well.
- [Madeline] 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.
(crunching)
(grunting)
- Do you like women
touching you John, huh?
Do you like pretty women
putting their hand there, huh?
(patrons clapping)
And they called him
Big balls, Fernando
- 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.
(dramatic music)
Don't be silly.
- Thanks.
Do I look drunk or anything?
(chuckling)
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.
(poignant music)
(tense music)
(poignant music)
(doorbell ringing)
(knocking)
(poignant music)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
- What are you doing here?
- To see you.
- I'm locked out.
- Your Mum'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?
(sighing)
- You're my girl Angie!
I love you.
Where you gonna go?
She won't let you in.
Don't go, please don't go!
Just,
don't go.
(gears clicking)
- What lady?
- You know what lady.
- Right.
- Eh.
(brooding music)
Mmm?
- Just a friend, Daryl.
- Must be a pretty
good friend, eh?
Your Mum reckons if--
- 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 Mum and
little Miss goody goody.
- Oh!
So now it's Becky's
fault too isn't it?
Everybody's to
blame except Angela.
God you've changed!
- Good!
Fine.
- You turning queer or
something, is that it?
It would explain a few things.
- Don't.
- Angela I saw you kissing her.
- Who?
- That lady!
- Oh, you're crazy!
- I saw you Angie.
- Well, I suppose it's no
use hiding it any longer.
I must be going queer.
(sighing)
- Angela--
- Why do you keep
bugging me?
Everybody keeps bugging me!
- We both love each other.
- We had two screws, love
has nothing to do with it!
- You could have fooled me.
- That's right Daryl.
- Why are you trying
so hard to hurt me?
Hurt your Mum, 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 can get out?
(brakes squealing)
(tense music)
- 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 is that supposed to mean?
(brooding music)
(dog barking)
(bird screeching)
Hello!
Knock knock?
- Do you want to
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, 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!
Ha, ready!
Dah-dum!
Huh?
- What exactly is it?
- It's Bermuda Cool,
lurching out of the sea,
stripped in, montage,
technical stuff.
- But 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.
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, it's been quite a day.
- Goodnight.
- Well look, 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.
(chuckles) They stay
where they're put,
and they're very cheap.
(chuckling)
- 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.
(poignant music)
(relaxing music)
- [Madeline] You've
got to learn to look
after yourself, Ang.
- [Angela] Yeah well
I'm still pretty ripe
from my (mumbles)
if I want, I suppose
I could get a job eventually.
- [Wendy] No I mean actually
look after yourself,
you know pow!
(growls)
A friend of mine got
on a train one night,
it was right between
stations, 33 seconds,
I timed it, it was 33 seconds.
- Oh God, whatever
happened to foreplay?
- So the trick is
to get a good clean,
shot up to the throat.
A lot of people
tell you the crotch,
but I say a good clean key
hit, right up the throat,
does more permanent damage.
Anyway you can always
do the balls later
once you stun the bastard.
Great!
- Oh, God.
- 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 recognize this?
- [Angela] My mother will!
- [Wendy] Nobody'll know
it's you unless you tell 'em!
- I'll change my
hair, wear sunglasses.
- Don't like it then?
- Uh, no, it's beautiful Linsey.
I'm sorry, Wendy's right.
Can I have this one?
- Yeah, sure.
- Now before you get distracted
with, uh, been a week,
you think you could
feed the kitty,
you know for food,
rent, everything else?
- Oh yeah fine, how much.
- Whatever you can afford.
The one's with money
usually try and carry
the one's that aren't so flush.
Say, 50?
(poignant music)
(eerie dramatic music)
(patrons cheering)
(patrons applauding)
(perky rock music)
Tell me Doctor
whats the matter with me
I think I must have gone
and caught a rare disease
Every time I wave
I hold your hand in mine
I get a funny feeling
running down my spine
My hands are made to shakin'
I start hallucinatin'
My hips begin to quiver
Man it's such a
strange sensation
And I can't stop
rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no no
Movin and a strollin'
Oh yeah, oh no
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no
You got to help
me doctor please
I gotta find a cure for this
(mumbling)
That evening with my
baby to a late night show
Tell me doctor about
this thing I caught.
In your professional
opinion is my last result
It ain't tuberculosis,
razors or neurosis
I counting on you doctor
tell me what's your diagnosis
'Cause I can't
stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no no
Movin and a strollin
Oh yeah, oh no
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no
You gotta help
me doctor please
I gotta find a cure today
Every evening, about midnight
I rock myself to bed.
I wake up in the
morning as soon as Barry Dolan
And with a funky
rhythm in my head
Well my neighbor
said she'd give me
Just one more chance
- I'm terrible with names,
but I've got an excellent
memory for faces, uh,
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.
Now I can't stop
rock and rolling
Uh huh, oh yeah, yeah
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh no, oh yeah
Movin and a strollin
Uh huh, oh yeah
- This old relic
annoying you Sugar?
- Uh, no.
- That's good, because he
annoys the hell out of me.
- Angela, Elmer J. Stover.
- Charmed.
- No...
(chuckling)
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--
- Elmer.
- Elmer, Mad's told
me a lot about you.
- Likewise.
- Elmer give me
your honest opinion,
can you really recognize
me in that photo?
- Hmm, will it's hard to
tell with your clothes on.
(laughing)
Oh good lord Angela,
most model's would
sell their soul to the devil
for that sort of recognition.
It's the name of the
game, isn't it Mad?
Now seriously honey, why
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!
- Uh-uh!
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...
- (chuckles) And
a sense of humor.
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.
(chuckling)
That should keep
the censors happy.
- Angela!
- Oh, sorry.
- So this is Angela.
- This is Mr. Forrest
Feez from the agency.
- How do you do.
- Mr. Howard Scutter,
and Mr. Ron Brown from
the Bermuda Cool Company.
- Oh yes, we met on the beach.
- Uh, this is the
billboard format, Angela.
- I'm gonna be on a billboard?
- More like 400 billboards.
- By the way Ang, a package
came for you this afternoon.
- 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.
- What's going on down there?
- Mum 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 a while, 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?
- Well I told you, I'm
learning advertising!
- From the boy downstairs?
- Yes.
- Who conducts meetings
at 11 :30 p.m..?
- Yes.
- And who pays you a little,
well enough, wasn't
that what you said?
Enough to live in
somebody's attic, right?
- What are you getting--
- No no, just let me get
my facts straight!
I wouldn't want to
misrepresent my little angel,
like Becky and Daryl
have obviously done.
- Mum what are
you talking about?
- I am talking about
the $900 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?
- Well 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 you 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 Mum,
ugly, awkward, stupid Angela.
- Well, well 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?
And remember my angel, when
things start to go sour,
don't darken my doorway, ever.
(forlorn music)
(weeping)
- 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 well 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 it's just
being polite, I insist.
Now uh, Bacardi and
Coke, wasn't it?
- What was the job?
- Beg yours?
- Madeline's job.
- Oh uh, kitty-cakes.
- Pardon?
- Feed your puss on kitty-cakes,
bye them now for pussy's sake.
Made from fish and liver too,
kitty-cakes will make
them spew, uh mew!
(Angela laughing)
- 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.
- (sighs) 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 Freed.
He's in casting.
- You're joking!
- I never joke about film.
Now Mark will probably
want to run a few tests,
so of course it's
got to be 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.
- But 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.
- Right.
Now we can celebrate.
Champagne okay?
- Anything.
- I'll be right back.
(tense music)
(telephone clicking)
(telephone ringing)
Oh damn.
Hello?
Oh Madeline.
Yeah.
(laughing)
(laughs) Oh, no.
Hey listen, Angela's here.
Yeah but you said
you'd ring her.
Yeah (chuckles).
Okay baby, yeah bye.
That was Madeline, she's
been held up at the studio.
She says they're going to
be there till all hours.
So, she suggested
you stay the night,
and she'll run you home
first thing in the morning.
- Oh, well I--
- Oh she's up to here
in kitty-cakes, and she says
that all she wants 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.
(popping)
(knocking)
(dog barking)
- Hi.
Is Angela around?
(Angela laughing)
(Elmer laughing)
- What's wrong?
- No, just a wild
drunken thought.
- What?
- Well I was thinking, if
I get some still shots out
by special courier,
we could have
Paramount's answer by Monday.
- Well what would that entail?
- Mmm, I suppose when
it came right down to it
I could take a few shots myself.
(chuckling)
(laughing)
- What you mean here?
- Nah, it's a crazy
idea (chuckles).
- Well what do
you want me to do?
- I think it's right there,
just uh, move up towards
the end of the divan a bit.
Mmm, mess up the hair a smidgen.
Let's pretend your somebody's
mistress (chuckles).
- Don't you need
lights and things?
- Flash.
And uh, perhaps the
dress off the shoulder,
undo the top button.
Very Sophia Lorenish.
- Like that?
- Beautiful,
now as you were.
(clicking)
(buzzing)
And again.
(clicking)
(buzzing)
And...
(clicking)
(buzzing)
Lovely.
- Is that all?
- Very professional.
Now I think a couple
"sans chemisette"
- Huh?
- Sans chemisette, that's French,
it means without the
blouse, literally.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I spent so much time working
with really experienced models,
um, now how do we
get out of this?
Ah.
(tense music)
Yes that's very nice,
just hold it there.
(clicking)
(buzzing)
Now perhaps one with
the arm down a little,
just a hint more breast.
Yes, beautiful.
Now smile.
And now I think, one or
two just a bit brassier,
hands on the hips, like that.
- Is Madeline really
coming home tonight?
- What's wrong Angela?
- Is she?
- What on Earth are
you insinuating?
(poignant music)
- 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 I missed her.
Goodnight.
- But...
How are you going to--
(train horn howling)
(train rumbling)
(poignant music)
(tense music)
(gasping)
- Oh you gave me a fright!
- I'm just going out!
- Listen, there's somebody
asleep up in my room.
- So?
- 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 got to fly!
- But, Wendy!
- Oh by the way,
some guy came around
looking for you tonight.
- Who?
- Just some guy.
- Well what did he want?
- Well he had a bag of
stuff your mum sent.
- Was his name Daryl,
drives an ice cream truck?
- Oh Jesus I don't know,
I'm not the bloody
receptionist around here,
it was just a nice
average guy and he just
wanted to drop this bag off.
- Had 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!
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
(dramatic music)
(screaming)
- [Madeline] So you want to
bring the police in on it?
What do you think the
police are going to do?
- Daryl's sick!
- He and half a million
other people in town.
Sugar, Linsey'd 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
than hassle some nut
"who puts pig's heads
in people's beds."
And you know what
Aug, they'd be right.
- Well what am I going
to do, I'm broke!
- Go home.
- No.
- Look, why don't you let
me put you up for a while.
- 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.
Oh God Sugar, you didn't buy it?
- Well at first, I don't
know, we had dinner and--
- 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,
(chuckles), if you'd made
the slightest sexual advance
toward Elmer he would have
run for his life (chuckles)!
- Well...
No harm done I suppose.
(relaxing music)
- Somehow this isn't working
out quite how I planned.
- What isn't?
- Life.
- Beats hell out of death!
- All I want to do is 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.
- Mmm, you're adorable.
- Good body.
- Fantastic body.
- I mean I'm practically famous!
- Damn right!
- The Bermuda Cool girl!
- Right on (chuckles)!
- 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!
(chuckling)
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?
(women laughing)
(Madeline screeching)
(bird screeching)
- Shh, you'll wake everybody up!
- You'll wake everybody up!
- Sh!
(laughing)
- In a Mr. Whippy van?
(laughs) Oh God, that's
worse than Elmer!
(laughing)
Mr. Whippy, caught
with pants down!
(giggling)
And get your battery
powered popsicles (giggles)!
God honey, how did
this 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 then (chuckles)!
Your mother condone
this debauchery?
- What debauchery?
Listen, a date with
Daryl consisted of him
coming over for dinner and
buttering Mum up for five hours,
falling asleep in front of
the television (chuckles).
Then I'd walk him
out to the van,
he'd stick his tongue in
my mouth, and nighty-night!
- Ugh (chuckles)!
- Mum thought he was Christmas!
I mean it was more or
less taken for granted
that I'd some day
become Mrs. Whippy.
- Well it uh, sounds
to me as if he still
hasn't got the message, huh?
- Exactly.
Why do you think I
want to go overseas?
- [Madeline] Wasn't a very good
introduction to sex was it?
(tense music)
- Awful.
- And you think
running away overseas
to God knows where's
going to help?
- Yep!
- Ever consider the problem
might be in your head?
- My head?
I haven't got a problem.
- No?
- 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 I was
banging the wrong gong.
- Banging the wrong gong?
I've never heard
that one before!
- Frankly.
- What's it mean?
- You don't know?
- No?
- You sure?
- Yes.
- Can't you guess?
- Madeline!
- My dear, sweet, innocent Ang.
(poignant music)
(giggling)
- Madeline what are you doing?
What do you think?
Gosh, anyone would think
we're a couple of old dykes!
- Yup
Well, I've got a
long drive home.
- Well, I-I'll walk you down!
- Oh don't bother.
- Oh, thanks for driving
me home and everything.
- Yeah, see 'ya.
(car horn honking)
- She'll have to wait.
(tense music)
(poignant music)
- Why me?
- Mr. Elliot 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 layout
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?
(ice cream truck music)
("Greensleeves")
- I'm thinking of leaving.
- Cut!
Good Brian, just two things.
Pausing, and pouring
with the bottle.
I think that pausing...
(crew chattering)
- Hi.
- We're still friends?
- 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.
- A 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?
- Ask no questions.
- (chuckles) When
are you leaving?
- Tonight.
- Tonight?
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.
- [Madeline] What
about mamma mia?
- (chuckles) Well I'll
send her a postcard.
Dear Mum, drop dead.
(chuckling)
- Mr. Wiffy?
- 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.
(poignant music)
Well, I've got
some packing to do.
Goodbye Mad.
- Take care Ang.
(birds chirping)
- Anybody home?
(ice cream truck music)
("Greensleeves")
(dog barking)
(engine rattling)
(frenetic music)
(tense music)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
- Angela!
(dramatic music)
(dog barking)
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Roger
Harriet Enterprises.
Mr. Harriet and company
are temporarily unattended.
If you wish to leave
a message please do so
when the tone sounds.
(telephone ringing)
- Elmer Stover.
Oh what's wrong?
Oh 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.
That's okay, now keep calm,
but if he comes
anywhere near you,
scream your lungs out.
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
- Elmer!
Anybody here?
Elmer?
(eerie tense music)
(door clunking)
(latch clunking)
(tense music)
(poignant music)
What are you gonna do?
- Take your photograph.
Properly this time.
- Then can I go?
- The blouse.
Blouse.
Now!
(sniffing)
(shutter clicking)
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.
(dramatic music)
The rest.
Now!
- Angela!
(scuffling)
Angela!
(frenetic music)
(whimpering)
(flames roaring)
(screaming)
(dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(electricity crackling)
Angela!
- Daryl!
- [Daryl] Angela!
- Please help!
Please help me!
(alarm bells ringing)
(dramatic music)
(alarm bells ringing)
(flames crackling)
(frenetic music)
(sirens howling)
(dramatic music)
(police radio chattering)
(sirens howling)
(police radio chattering)
(tires screeching)
- Angela!
Angie!
Angela!
Angela!
Oh, let me go!
Let go of me!
Let go, let go!
Let go, let go of me!
No, oh!
(sobbing)
Oh, let go of...
(police radio chattering)
(respirator hissing)
(sirens howling)
(engine rattling)
(sirens howling)
(police radio chattering)
- Where are you going?
- Just overseas!
- Angie wait a minute!
- I can't right now!
I, I've got to get
to the airport!
Hey!
What are you doing?
- Angie listen to me!
A man has been killed!
- Let me go!
- Look you just can't walk away!
- I can, I can, let me
go, now I've got to hurry!
(tense music)
- I'm afraid I can't
let you do that.
- Can't let me?
(dramatic music)
Who do you think
you are, my father?
I don't take orders from you,
I don't even like you!
- Oh no, please wait!
- I can't wait, now just, go!
- What's got into you?
- What's got into me?
Me?
You go around putting pig's
heads in people's beds,
and you wonder
what's got into me?
- Pig's heads?
(tense music)
Angie look, I admit I've done
some pretty crazy things but,
I don't know anything--
(engine rattling)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(sultry music)
- We better hurry if we're
going to catch our plane.
- You!
(poignant music)
(dramatically suspenseful music)
(poignant music)
(tense music)
(funky rock music)
(respirators hissing)
(police radio chattering)
(sirens howling)
(tires screeching)
- Angela!
Angie!
(sobbing)
Angela!
Angela, no, let me go!
Let go of me, let go, let go!
Let go, let go of me!
(screaming)
(sobbing)
Let go of...
(police radio chattering)
(respirators hissing)
(flames crackling)
(fire extinguisher whooshing)
(respirators hissing)
(dramatic music)
(tense piano music)
(mumbling)
- [Investigator] A giant
can of solvent, (mumbles),
lying on its side
with the lid off,
nine feet from body.
Four feet to (mumbles).
(dramatic piano music)
(mumbles), some sort of blunt.
Body, completely charred.
(mumbles) film from camera,
Sergeant Crio from Homicide
Squad to be informed.
Tagged for processing (mumbles)
(poignant music)
(camera shutter clicking)
(traffic rumbling)
- Glad you could make it.
I hope we haven't
dragged you out of bed.
- Sorry Mr. Plichet.
- Beg yours?
- I said I'm sorry Mr. Plichet.
- My Godfather, you look
like the dog's dinner!
This is a hair dressing
salon not a fish cannery!
(sighing)
God I don't know why I bother!
(pleasant music)
(car horn honking)
(tires screeching)
(thumping)
(car horn honking)
(tense music)
Oh, Mrs. Stover, we
weren't expecting you.
- I'm running early,
can you take me now?
- Uh, well, I'm
afraid you'll have
to wait--
- 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.
- Uh, Miss 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?
- Well I'm afraid
that's impossible.
- Well?
- Yes, you could stand
a bit of a touch up.
- Mm, 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
is fine, just fine.
Let's go see Linsey
now, at least meet him,
he'll be able to put
your mind at ease.
How bout 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's go,
grab the devil by the tail!
I thought you were
saving to go overseas?
How much have you saved, hmm?
- $237.
- That much eh?
- I can only bank whatever
I can keep away from
Mum, otherwise...
- Sweetheart, you need cash,
lots of it, and quickly.
- How much does this Linsey pay?
- (chuckles) More
than $237, flush out.
- Well I couldn't
possibly get away today.
- You can if you want.
- I can't!
- Oh yes you can.
- How?
- Mr. Plackert?
- It's Plichey!
- Plackert's like bucket,
right Mr. Plackert?
- Some problem Mrs. Stover?
- Yes, Angela would like
an hour or so off work.
Or in fact make that
the rest of the day.
- Perhaps she needn't
return at all?
- Splendid.
- Madeline!
- Will you keep you voice down?
- She'll talk like she damn
will likes, you pathetic faggot!
- Well!
It takes one to know one
doesn't it, Mrs. Stover!
- You only live once Ang,
you've got to 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.
You're mother's always
telling you you're plain,
your boss tells
you you're stupid,
(car horn honking)
your boyfriend tells you
you're frigid, making you
believe every word of it.
Shove off, creep!
(sighing)
(poignant music)
- Well I haven't
got a boyfriend.
Anymore.
- Good.
(tense music)
- [Angela] But
who'd attack her?
- Exactly
- Did she live here?
- She and Lindsey,
and Peter, and Wendy,
it depends on who's
in town, it varies.
- It must get confusing.
- Exactly.
Knock knock!
- Nail polish!
- Oh, what color?
- Uh, placenta.
- How 'bout, uh,
fire engine red?
- Yes.
- I've brought a friend.
- Shit!
- What?
- Oh no, no no that's fine,
that's fine it's fine it's
fine it's fine it's fine
it's great!
Hi.
- Please to meet you!
- Uh, I thought you
might be able to use her,
she has an interesting
face don't you think?
- Great!
- Her name is Angela.
- I'll buy it.
- What sort of an ad's this?
- Oh this isn't an
ad, this is art.
(clicking)
- Didn't we do a deodorant
commercial together?
- Uh I don't think we've, uh--
- It's all right Mad,
Mad it's all right.
I've worked with her before,
everything is all right.
- But...
- Well is there anything
coming up you can use her for?
(clicking)
- Yes, fine.
- Well, what exactly is it?
- Uh, you've heard
of still life?
Exploratory still death.
Linsey is preparing
an exhibition.
- Wow great, but, what
I meant was, what,
what exactly is coming up?
- Oh a job of course.
Isn't it?
- Right.
- What I tell you?
- (laughs) Wait a
minute though, what job?
(Linsey chuckling)
- Who cares, the great
Linsey wants you, Sugar!
Right?
- Mmm?
- Right?
- Pardon?
- You do want to use Angela,
as a model for an ad?
- Ah yes, great, great!
- [Madeline] Oh
Linsey the poor girl
is going to think you're mad.
- Mmm-hmm...
Everything's going to
be all right Maddy.
Everything's gonna be all
right, absolutely, perfect.
- Thank you,
but I think I better tell you,
I've never done an
ad before in my life.
In fact I'm not even a
model, I'm a hair dresser.
- Good, good.
I'll pick you up at
- Uh...
- Nine, doesn't matter.
- No but, what's the ad for?
- Cologne (chuckles).
Eh, uh, I'll pick you
up at nine o'clock then,
what's the address?
- Oh I live with my mum, I
think I better meet you here.
- All right I'll 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?
- [Angela] If there's
nothing wrong with it,
why didn't he tell me?
- [Madeline] Linsey, probably didn't
occur to him.
- Oh sure.
- Angela, Linsey is 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!
It's what I won't be
wearing that bothers me!
- You're being ridiculous,
Linsey's a professional!
- [Angela] Madeline the man
takes photos of dead mice.
- [Madeline] Think
of the opportunity.
- [Angela] Definitely not.
- [Madeline] Then
think of the money.
- No way!
How much?
- One.
- One hundred dollars
for one day's work?
- Dear sweet Angela.
$1000 for 1/2 day's work.
- You're kidding.
- Double rates for
nudes work Ang.
(birds chirping)
- I'll think about it.
(tense music)
Drive, drive!
- What?
- Just drive, quickly!
(dramatic music)
(engine roaring)
(eerie tense music)
(engine rumbling)
- Boyfriend?
- Ex-boyfriend.
- Mr. Whippy?
- It's a long story.
- Why don't you want to see him?
- Well because he just
won't leave me alone,
he'll want to talk,
and 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?
(tense music)
(relaxing music)
(tense music)
(ice cream truck music)
("Greensleeves")
What did he want?
- He said he's gonna
beat the shit out of you.
- Becky!
- Well 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.
Mum thinks so too.
- He's a creep.
- He wants me to tell
Mum 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
should have been at salon?
- To see about a job.
And if you breath a word to
Mum I'll tell her you smoke!
- Who'd hire you?
- You'd be surprised,
little sister.
(cheerful music)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
- Yeah, that's it.
Light is good!
Morning.
- Morning.
- [Man] 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.
- Should have been at
work two hours ago!
(sighs) God, what if
my mother finds out?
You sure Linsey isn't
gonna shoot my face?
- [Madeline] Believe me, no
one's gonna recognize your face.
- Why should I trust a man
who photographs dead mice?
- [Woman] Ang!
- [Madeline] Break your leg Ang!
- What am I doing?
- [Madeline] Do
what I do sweetie,
close your eyes
and think of $1000.
(tense music)
(cheerful music)
(funky upbeat rock music)
Angela
You thought it over, but
your eyes still show the fear
Hide the tears
Drifting away, don't
know where you're going
Will it turn out the
way they said it would be
Angela have you gone
Too far this time
Angela, it's too late
To change your mind
You feel the cool shock
You've got it coming
Though you never thought
you could for all those years
Look at you now
Suddenly see
In a role you've never
played, where you've never been
Angela, have you gone
To far this time
Angela it's too late
To change your mi-ind
Angela, is it real
Angela what happened to you
Angela
Now that it's
done, no turning back
You're one your own
A world of strangers
Suddenly now
The doors have
closed behind you
Do you know what you've done
How does it feel,
how does it feel
To feel the cool shock
Angela, have you gone
Too far this time
Angela it's too late
To change your mi-ind
Angela, is it real
Angela what happened to you
Angela
You're in a snap-shot
Angela, have you gone
To far this time
Angela, it's too late
To change your mi-ind
Angela, is it real
(birds chirping)
- That's fine.
Fine.
Great!
(birds screeching)
Great!
(energetic disco music)
(patrons applauding)
(perky disco music)
- What do you do for a living?
- I'm a model.
- Oh, what do you model?
- Mainly goosebumps.
(laughing)
And what do you do?
- Solicitor.
- Oh.
And what do you solicit?
(laughing)
- You into modeling full time?
- Actually, I'm
just a hair dresser.
- Aw, well.
- Are you still a solicitor?
- (laughs) Priceless!
(mumbling)
- Well.
- [Madeline] 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.
(crunching)
(grunting)
- Do you like women
touching you John, huh?
Do you like pretty women
putting their hand there, huh?
(patrons clapping)
And they called him
Big balls, Fernando
- 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.
(dramatic music)
Don't be silly.
- Thanks.
Do I look drunk or anything?
(chuckling)
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.
(poignant music)
(tense music)
(poignant music)
(doorbell ringing)
(knocking)
(poignant music)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
- What are you doing here?
- To see you.
- I'm locked out.
- Your Mum'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?
(sighing)
- You're my girl Angie!
I love you.
Where you gonna go?
She won't let you in.
Don't go, please don't go!
Just,
don't go.
(gears clicking)
- What lady?
- You know what lady.
- Right.
- Eh.
(brooding music)
Mmm?
- Just a friend, Daryl.
- Must be a pretty
good friend, eh?
Your Mum reckons if--
- 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 Mum and
little Miss goody goody.
- Oh!
So now it's Becky's
fault too isn't it?
Everybody's to
blame except Angela.
God you've changed!
- Good!
Fine.
- You turning queer or
something, is that it?
It would explain a few things.
- Don't.
- Angela I saw you kissing her.
- Who?
- That lady!
- Oh, you're crazy!
- I saw you Angie.
- Well, I suppose it's no
use hiding it any longer.
I must be going queer.
(sighing)
- Angela--
- Why do you keep
bugging me?
Everybody keeps bugging me!
- We both love each other.
- We had two screws, love
has nothing to do with it!
- You could have fooled me.
- That's right Daryl.
- Why are you trying
so hard to hurt me?
Hurt your Mum, 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 can get out?
(brakes squealing)
(tense music)
- 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 is that supposed to mean?
(brooding music)
(dog barking)
(bird screeching)
Hello!
Knock knock?
- Do you want to
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, 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!
Ha, ready!
Dah-dum!
Huh?
- What exactly is it?
- It's Bermuda Cool,
lurching out of the sea,
stripped in, montage,
technical stuff.
- But 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.
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, it's been quite a day.
- Goodnight.
- Well look, 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.
(chuckles) They stay
where they're put,
and they're very cheap.
(chuckling)
- 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.
(poignant music)
(relaxing music)
- [Madeline] You've
got to learn to look
after yourself, Ang.
- [Angela] Yeah well
I'm still pretty ripe
from my (mumbles)
if I want, I suppose
I could get a job eventually.
- [Wendy] No I mean actually
look after yourself,
you know pow!
(growls)
A friend of mine got
on a train one night,
it was right between
stations, 33 seconds,
I timed it, it was 33 seconds.
- Oh God, whatever
happened to foreplay?
- So the trick is
to get a good clean,
shot up to the throat.
A lot of people
tell you the crotch,
but I say a good clean key
hit, right up the throat,
does more permanent damage.
Anyway you can always
do the balls later
once you stun the bastard.
Great!
- Oh, God.
- 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 recognize this?
- [Angela] My mother will!
- [Wendy] Nobody'll know
it's you unless you tell 'em!
- I'll change my
hair, wear sunglasses.
- Don't like it then?
- Uh, no, it's beautiful Linsey.
I'm sorry, Wendy's right.
Can I have this one?
- Yeah, sure.
- Now before you get distracted
with, uh, been a week,
you think you could
feed the kitty,
you know for food,
rent, everything else?
- Oh yeah fine, how much.
- Whatever you can afford.
The one's with money
usually try and carry
the one's that aren't so flush.
Say, 50?
(poignant music)
(eerie dramatic music)
(patrons cheering)
(patrons applauding)
(perky rock music)
Tell me Doctor
whats the matter with me
I think I must have gone
and caught a rare disease
Every time I wave
I hold your hand in mine
I get a funny feeling
running down my spine
My hands are made to shakin'
I start hallucinatin'
My hips begin to quiver
Man it's such a
strange sensation
And I can't stop
rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no no
Movin and a strollin'
Oh yeah, oh no
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no
You got to help
me doctor please
I gotta find a cure for this
(mumbling)
That evening with my
baby to a late night show
Tell me doctor about
this thing I caught.
In your professional
opinion is my last result
It ain't tuberculosis,
razors or neurosis
I counting on you doctor
tell me what's your diagnosis
'Cause I can't
stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no no
Movin and a strollin
Oh yeah, oh no
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh yeah, oh no
You gotta help
me doctor please
I gotta find a cure today
Every evening, about midnight
I rock myself to bed.
I wake up in the
morning as soon as Barry Dolan
And with a funky
rhythm in my head
Well my neighbor
said she'd give me
Just one more chance
- I'm terrible with names,
but I've got an excellent
memory for faces, uh,
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.
Now I can't stop
rock and rolling
Uh huh, oh yeah, yeah
I can't stop rock and rolling
Oh no, oh yeah
Movin and a strollin
Uh huh, oh yeah
- This old relic
annoying you Sugar?
- Uh, no.
- That's good, because he
annoys the hell out of me.
- Angela, Elmer J. Stover.
- Charmed.
- No...
(chuckling)
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--
- Elmer.
- Elmer, Mad's told
me a lot about you.
- Likewise.
- Elmer give me
your honest opinion,
can you really recognize
me in that photo?
- Hmm, will it's hard to
tell with your clothes on.
(laughing)
Oh good lord Angela,
most model's would
sell their soul to the devil
for that sort of recognition.
It's the name of the
game, isn't it Mad?
Now seriously honey, why
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!
- Uh-uh!
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...
- (chuckles) And
a sense of humor.
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.
(chuckling)
That should keep
the censors happy.
- Angela!
- Oh, sorry.
- So this is Angela.
- This is Mr. Forrest
Feez from the agency.
- How do you do.
- Mr. Howard Scutter,
and Mr. Ron Brown from
the Bermuda Cool Company.
- Oh yes, we met on the beach.
- Uh, this is the
billboard format, Angela.
- I'm gonna be on a billboard?
- More like 400 billboards.
- By the way Ang, a package
came for you this afternoon.
- 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.
- What's going on down there?
- Mum 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 a while, 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?
- Well I told you, I'm
learning advertising!
- From the boy downstairs?
- Yes.
- Who conducts meetings
at 11 :30 p.m..?
- Yes.
- And who pays you a little,
well enough, wasn't
that what you said?
Enough to live in
somebody's attic, right?
- What are you getting--
- No no, just let me get
my facts straight!
I wouldn't want to
misrepresent my little angel,
like Becky and Daryl
have obviously done.
- Mum what are
you talking about?
- I am talking about
the $900 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?
- Well 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 you 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 Mum,
ugly, awkward, stupid Angela.
- Well, well 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?
And remember my angel, when
things start to go sour,
don't darken my doorway, ever.
(forlorn music)
(weeping)
- 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 well 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 it's just
being polite, I insist.
Now uh, Bacardi and
Coke, wasn't it?
- What was the job?
- Beg yours?
- Madeline's job.
- Oh uh, kitty-cakes.
- Pardon?
- Feed your puss on kitty-cakes,
bye them now for pussy's sake.
Made from fish and liver too,
kitty-cakes will make
them spew, uh mew!
(Angela laughing)
- 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.
- (sighs) 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 Freed.
He's in casting.
- You're joking!
- I never joke about film.
Now Mark will probably
want to run a few tests,
so of course it's
got to be 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.
- But 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.
- Right.
Now we can celebrate.
Champagne okay?
- Anything.
- I'll be right back.
(tense music)
(telephone clicking)
(telephone ringing)
Oh damn.
Hello?
Oh Madeline.
Yeah.
(laughing)
(laughs) Oh, no.
Hey listen, Angela's here.
Yeah but you said
you'd ring her.
Yeah (chuckles).
Okay baby, yeah bye.
That was Madeline, she's
been held up at the studio.
She says they're going to
be there till all hours.
So, she suggested
you stay the night,
and she'll run you home
first thing in the morning.
- Oh, well I--
- Oh she's up to here
in kitty-cakes, and she says
that all she wants 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.
(popping)
(knocking)
(dog barking)
- Hi.
Is Angela around?
(Angela laughing)
(Elmer laughing)
- What's wrong?
- No, just a wild
drunken thought.
- What?
- Well I was thinking, if
I get some still shots out
by special courier,
we could have
Paramount's answer by Monday.
- Well what would that entail?
- Mmm, I suppose when
it came right down to it
I could take a few shots myself.
(chuckling)
(laughing)
- What you mean here?
- Nah, it's a crazy
idea (chuckles).
- Well what do
you want me to do?
- I think it's right there,
just uh, move up towards
the end of the divan a bit.
Mmm, mess up the hair a smidgen.
Let's pretend your somebody's
mistress (chuckles).
- Don't you need
lights and things?
- Flash.
And uh, perhaps the
dress off the shoulder,
undo the top button.
Very Sophia Lorenish.
- Like that?
- Beautiful,
now as you were.
(clicking)
(buzzing)
And again.
(clicking)
(buzzing)
And...
(clicking)
(buzzing)
Lovely.
- Is that all?
- Very professional.
Now I think a couple
"sans chemisette"
- Huh?
- Sans chemisette, that's French,
it means without the
blouse, literally.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I spent so much time working
with really experienced models,
um, now how do we
get out of this?
Ah.
(tense music)
Yes that's very nice,
just hold it there.
(clicking)
(buzzing)
Now perhaps one with
the arm down a little,
just a hint more breast.
Yes, beautiful.
Now smile.
And now I think, one or
two just a bit brassier,
hands on the hips, like that.
- Is Madeline really
coming home tonight?
- What's wrong Angela?
- Is she?
- What on Earth are
you insinuating?
(poignant music)
- 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 I missed her.
Goodnight.
- But...
How are you going to--
(train horn howling)
(train rumbling)
(poignant music)
(tense music)
(gasping)
- Oh you gave me a fright!
- I'm just going out!
- Listen, there's somebody
asleep up in my room.
- So?
- 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 got to fly!
- But, Wendy!
- Oh by the way,
some guy came around
looking for you tonight.
- Who?
- Just some guy.
- Well what did he want?
- Well he had a bag of
stuff your mum sent.
- Was his name Daryl,
drives an ice cream truck?
- Oh Jesus I don't know,
I'm not the bloody
receptionist around here,
it was just a nice
average guy and he just
wanted to drop this bag off.
- Had 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!
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
(dramatic music)
(screaming)
- [Madeline] So you want to
bring the police in on it?
What do you think the
police are going to do?
- Daryl's sick!
- He and half a million
other people in town.
Sugar, Linsey'd 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
than hassle some nut
"who puts pig's heads
in people's beds."
And you know what
Aug, they'd be right.
- Well what am I going
to do, I'm broke!
- Go home.
- No.
- Look, why don't you let
me put you up for a while.
- 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.
Oh God Sugar, you didn't buy it?
- Well at first, I don't
know, we had dinner and--
- 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,
(chuckles), if you'd made
the slightest sexual advance
toward Elmer he would have
run for his life (chuckles)!
- Well...
No harm done I suppose.
(relaxing music)
- Somehow this isn't working
out quite how I planned.
- What isn't?
- Life.
- Beats hell out of death!
- All I want to do is 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.
- Mmm, you're adorable.
- Good body.
- Fantastic body.
- I mean I'm practically famous!
- Damn right!
- The Bermuda Cool girl!
- Right on (chuckles)!
- 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!
(chuckling)
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?
(women laughing)
(Madeline screeching)
(bird screeching)
- Shh, you'll wake everybody up!
- You'll wake everybody up!
- Sh!
(laughing)
- In a Mr. Whippy van?
(laughs) Oh God, that's
worse than Elmer!
(laughing)
Mr. Whippy, caught
with pants down!
(giggling)
And get your battery
powered popsicles (giggles)!
God honey, how did
this 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 then (chuckles)!
Your mother condone
this debauchery?
- What debauchery?
Listen, a date with
Daryl consisted of him
coming over for dinner and
buttering Mum up for five hours,
falling asleep in front of
the television (chuckles).
Then I'd walk him
out to the van,
he'd stick his tongue in
my mouth, and nighty-night!
- Ugh (chuckles)!
- Mum thought he was Christmas!
I mean it was more or
less taken for granted
that I'd some day
become Mrs. Whippy.
- Well it uh, sounds
to me as if he still
hasn't got the message, huh?
- Exactly.
Why do you think I
want to go overseas?
- [Madeline] Wasn't a very good
introduction to sex was it?
(tense music)
- Awful.
- And you think
running away overseas
to God knows where's
going to help?
- Yep!
- Ever consider the problem
might be in your head?
- My head?
I haven't got a problem.
- No?
- 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 I was
banging the wrong gong.
- Banging the wrong gong?
I've never heard
that one before!
- Frankly.
- What's it mean?
- You don't know?
- No?
- You sure?
- Yes.
- Can't you guess?
- Madeline!
- My dear, sweet, innocent Ang.
(poignant music)
(giggling)
- Madeline what are you doing?
What do you think?
Gosh, anyone would think
we're a couple of old dykes!
- Yup
Well, I've got a
long drive home.
- Well, I-I'll walk you down!
- Oh don't bother.
- Oh, thanks for driving
me home and everything.
- Yeah, see 'ya.
(car horn honking)
- She'll have to wait.
(tense music)
(poignant music)
- Why me?
- Mr. Elliot 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 layout
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?
(ice cream truck music)
("Greensleeves")
- I'm thinking of leaving.
- Cut!
Good Brian, just two things.
Pausing, and pouring
with the bottle.
I think that pausing...
(crew chattering)
- Hi.
- We're still friends?
- 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.
- A 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?
- Ask no questions.
- (chuckles) When
are you leaving?
- Tonight.
- Tonight?
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.
- [Madeline] What
about mamma mia?
- (chuckles) Well I'll
send her a postcard.
Dear Mum, drop dead.
(chuckling)
- Mr. Wiffy?
- 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.
(poignant music)
Well, I've got
some packing to do.
Goodbye Mad.
- Take care Ang.
(birds chirping)
- Anybody home?
(ice cream truck music)
("Greensleeves")
(dog barking)
(engine rattling)
(frenetic music)
(tense music)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
- Angela!
(dramatic music)
(dog barking)
(dramatic music)
- [Woman] Roger
Harriet Enterprises.
Mr. Harriet and company
are temporarily unattended.
If you wish to leave
a message please do so
when the tone sounds.
(telephone ringing)
- Elmer Stover.
Oh what's wrong?
Oh 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.
That's okay, now keep calm,
but if he comes
anywhere near you,
scream your lungs out.
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
- Elmer!
Anybody here?
Elmer?
(eerie tense music)
(door clunking)
(latch clunking)
(tense music)
(poignant music)
What are you gonna do?
- Take your photograph.
Properly this time.
- Then can I go?
- The blouse.
Blouse.
Now!
(sniffing)
(shutter clicking)
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.
(dramatic music)
The rest.
Now!
- Angela!
(scuffling)
Angela!
(frenetic music)
(whimpering)
(flames roaring)
(screaming)
(dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(electricity crackling)
Angela!
- Daryl!
- [Daryl] Angela!
- Please help!
Please help me!
(alarm bells ringing)
(dramatic music)
(alarm bells ringing)
(flames crackling)
(frenetic music)
(sirens howling)
(dramatic music)
(police radio chattering)
(sirens howling)
(police radio chattering)
(tires screeching)
- Angela!
Angie!
Angela!
Angela!
Oh, let me go!
Let go of me!
Let go, let go!
Let go, let go of me!
No, oh!
(sobbing)
Oh, let go of...
(police radio chattering)
(respirator hissing)
(sirens howling)
(engine rattling)
(sirens howling)
(police radio chattering)
- Where are you going?
- Just overseas!
- Angie wait a minute!
- I can't right now!
I, I've got to get
to the airport!
Hey!
What are you doing?
- Angie listen to me!
A man has been killed!
- Let me go!
- Look you just can't walk away!
- I can, I can, let me
go, now I've got to hurry!
(tense music)
- I'm afraid I can't
let you do that.
- Can't let me?
(dramatic music)
Who do you think
you are, my father?
I don't take orders from you,
I don't even like you!
- Oh no, please wait!
- I can't wait, now just, go!
- What's got into you?
- What's got into me?
Me?
You go around putting pig's
heads in people's beds,
and you wonder
what's got into me?
- Pig's heads?
(tense music)
Angie look, I admit I've done
some pretty crazy things but,
I don't know anything--
(engine rattling)
(dramatic music)
(suspenseful music)
(sultry music)
- We better hurry if we're
going to catch our plane.
- You!
(poignant music)
(dramatically suspenseful music)
(poignant music)
(tense music)
(funky rock music)